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You don't know no real shit, This the original Cypress Hill shit, We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, You on no real shit, nigga
'91, Cypress Hill burst the scene Three crazy, gun-totin' niggas weed Talkin' about life on was the whole plan So we put out the phuncky feel, but you were feelin' and kill a man That was about the time we was up for loyalty? Didn't know shit, we jus' tryin' to rock the party
'92, a year later, 'bout a million records From doin' shows lollapalooza on the road Buildin' up momentum, whilst spittin' venom Takin' pictures for high times, me and sen with the beastie boys, smokin' lots of weed But it was to hit the studio for another LP
'93, black Sunday hits, with acclaim Had a monster hit from insane in the the charts, held the spot, for six weeks to boot It was a trip to note, 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
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You don't no real shit, nigga This the original Hill shit, nigga We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, You ain't on no shit, nigga
'94 still in the door and we conquered many With Rage Against Tthe Machine, House Of Pain and more Was even to Woodstock, some niggas from the block Called up Eric Bobo and half a million How could all this happen at 24 of age? Half a bouncin' to your shit from off the stage
'95 I was and survived so far Still tryin' to cope with bein' a rap 'Cos that's the type of shit can really affect your mental was evident, in the way I broke the tempo With confusin', pain, illusions But I still kept my set up the critics bein' abusive Even the company, they became illusive When it comes to support for the Cypress institution
'96 no support we were still makin' moves Cypress Hill, in the summer, we were on the Grooves But every legend every click, someone had to split So the Dogg the house, shit was gettin' kinda thick I was with the electric lady, we was about babies But the groupies on the road help me from misbehavin'
You know no real shit, nigga This the original Cypress shit, nigga We niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga You on no real shit, nigga
'97 was the trip, it was the year we killed the Between us and Cube, shit nobody knew The came back home but after Smokin' Grooves 2 Chillin' with George Clinton and Erykah This was a crazy time, we flowin' off the boo Niggas on stage, on the 'shrooms
'98 was kinda great, 'cos it felt like before We hit the studio, recorded Cypress IV But someone dropped the ball, as I still 'Cos it felt Hill got no support at all We did the last Smokin' Grooves, but did it all Sen And the old chemistry, just reared it's head
'99 I got to recline, because there was no That the first was a success, of the Smoke Out '99 was even than the year of '98 And Skull And Bones was comin' out, from the gate
Two-thousand fifteen million sold They the mold, but there's others along the road But we still rollin' on from Heaven to Atlantis Droppin' shit in English and makin' in Spanish
and one! God damn, who knows what's in store? Just as long as motherfuckers know, who's on the door We remain unjaded and we go unfaded See how we made it and never been outdated
We ain't goin' out, That's right, that! You know big time Cypress Hill Motherfuckin' renovators up
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It's the Nigga, This the original Cypress Hill shit, Nigga, Cypress, nigga! Yeah!