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You don't no real shit, nigga
This the original Cypress Hill shit,
We niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga
You on no real shit, nigga

You don't know no real shit,
This the Cypress Hill shit, nigga
We niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga
You on no real shit, nigga

'91, Cypress burst upon the scene
Three crazy, gun-totin' smokin' weed
Talkin' life on records was the whole plan
So we put out the phuncky feel, but you were feelin' guilty and a man
was about the time we was openin' up for loyalty?
Didn't know shit, we were jus' tryin' to rock the

'92, a year later, 'bout a million records
From doin' shows lollapalooza on the road
up momentum, whilst spittin' deadly venom
Takin' pictures for times, me mugs and sen
Chillin' with the beastie boys, smokin' lots of
But it was time to hit the for another LP

'93, black hits, with critical acclaim
Had a monster hit from in the brain
Topped the charts, held the spot, for six weeks to
It was a trip to note, that we was the ones to do it
In rap music, but it was a feat the less
So we started gettin' paid and I stopped smokin'

You don't know no real shit,
This the original Cypress shit, nigga
We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit,
You on no real shit, nigga

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,

'94 in the door and we conquered many tours
With Rage Tthe Machine, House Of Pain and many more
Was even invited to Woodstock, some from the block
Called up Eric Bobo and a million rocked
How could all this happen at 24 years of
Half a million bouncin' to shit from off the stage

'95 I was and survived so far
Still tryin' to cope with bein' a rap
'Cos the type of shit that can really affect your mental
This was evident, in the way I the tempo
confusin', pain, enhanced illusions
But I still kept my set up the critics bein' abusive
the record company, they became illusive
When it comes to showin' support for the institution

'96 wit' no we were still makin' moves
Hill, in the summer, we were on the Smokin' Grooves
But like every every click, someone had to split
So the Dogg left the house, shit was gettin' thick
I was with the electric lady, we was talkin' about
But the groupies on the don't help me from misbehavin'

You know no real shit, nigga
This the original Cypress shit, nigga
We numb niggas, ya don't shit, nigga
You ain't on no real shit,

'97 was the trip, it was the year we the feud
Between us and Cube, over shit knew
The Dogg came back but after Smokin' Grooves 2
Chillin' with George and Erykah Badu
was a crazy time, we were flowin' off the boo
Niggas on stage, on the 'shrooms

'98 was kinda great, 'cos it felt just like
We hit the studio, recorded Hill IV
But dropped the ball, as I still recall
'Cos it felt Cypress Hill got no at all
We did the last Grooves, but did it all with Sen
And the old chemistry, just reared head again

'99 I got to recline, there was no doubt
That the first year was a success, of the Out
'99 was better than the year of '98
And Skull And Bones was comin' out, from the gate

Two-thousand million records sold
They broke the mold, but there's others along the
But we still keep rollin' on Heaven to Atlantis
shit in English and makin' albums in Spanish

Two-thousand and one! God damn, who knows what's in
Just as long as motherfuckers know, who's knockin' on the
We remain and still we go unfaded
See how long we it and never been outdated

We ain't out, motherfucker
That's right, that!
You don't
That's big time Hill
Motherfuckin' up here

You know no real shit, nigga
This the original Cypress shit, nigga
We numb niggas, ya feel shit, nigga
You on no real shit, nigga

You don't no real shit, nigga
This the original Cypress Hill shit,
We numb niggas, ya don't shit, nigga
You on no real shit, nigga

It's the
Nigga,

This the original Cypress shit, nigga
Nigga,

Cypress, nigga!
Yeah!