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You don't know no shit, nigga This the Cypress Hill shit, nigga We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, You ain't on no real shit,
'91, Cypress Hill burst upon the Three crazy, niggas smokin' weed Talkin' about life on records was the whole So we put out the phuncky feel, but you feelin' guilty and kill a man That was the time we was openin' up for loyalty? Didn't know shit, we jus' tryin' to rock the party
'92, a year later, 'bout a million sold From doin' shows lollapalooza on the road up momentum, whilst spittin' deadly venom Takin' pictures for times, me mugs and sen with the beastie boys, smokin' lots of weed But it was time to hit the studio for LP
'93, black Sunday hits, with critical Had a monster hit from in the brain Topped the charts, the spot, for six weeks to boot It was a to note, that we was the first ones to do it In rap music, but it was a none the less So we started paid and I stopped smokin' stress
You know no real shit, nigga This the original Cypress shit, nigga We numb niggas, ya don't shit, nigga You on no real shit, nigga
You don't know no real shit, This the original Hill shit, nigga We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, You ain't on no real shit,
'94 still in the and we conquered many tours With Rage Against Tthe Machine, House Of Pain and many Was even invited to Woodstock, some niggas the block Called up Bobo and half a million rocked How could all happen at 24 years of age? Half a bouncin' to your shit from off the stage
'95 I was alive and so far Still tryin' to cope with a rap star 'Cos that's the of shit that can really affect your mental This was evident, in the way I broke the With confusin', pain, illusions But I still my set up with the critics bein' abusive Even the record company, they became When it to showin' support for the Cypress institution
'96 wit' no support we were makin' moves Cypress Hill, in the summer, we were on the Grooves But like every every click, someone had to split So the Dogg left the house, shit was gettin' thick I was with the lady, we was talkin' about babies But the groupies on the road don't me from misbehavin'
You don't know no real shit, This the original Hill shit, nigga We niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga You ain't on no real shit,
'97 was the trip, it was the year we killed the Between us and Cube, over nobody knew The Dogg came back home but Smokin' Grooves 2 with George Clinton and Erykah Badu This was a crazy time, we flowin' off the boo Niggas on stage, trippin' on the
'98 was kinda great, 'cos it felt just before We hit the studio, Cypress Hill IV But someone dropped the ball, as I recall 'Cos it Cypress Hill got no support at all We did the last Grooves, but did it all with Sen And the old chemistry, reared it's head again
'99 I got to recline, there was no doubt That the first was a success, of the Smoke Out '99 was even better than the of '98 And Skull And Bones was comin' out, kickin' from the
fifteen million records sold They broke the mold, but there's along the road But we still keep rollin' on Heaven to Atlantis Droppin' shit in and makin' albums in Spanish
and one! God damn, who knows what's in store? Just as long as know, who's knockin' on the door We remain unjaded and we go unfaded See how long we made it and never outdated
We ain't goin' out, right, fuck that! You don't That's big time Hill renovators up here
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You don't no real shit, nigga This the original Cypress shit, nigga We numb niggas, ya feel shit, nigga You ain't on no real shit,
the real Nigga, This the original Cypress shit, nigga Nigga, Cypress, nigga! Yeah!