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

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

'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 were feelin' guilty and a man
That was about the time we was openin' up for
know shit, we were jus' tryin' to rock the party

'92, a year later, 'bout a records sold
From doin' shows like on the road
Buildin' up momentum, whilst spittin' deadly
Takin' for high times, me mugs and sen
Chillin' with the beastie boys, smokin' of weed
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 to boot
It was a trip to note, we was the first ones to do it
In rap music, but it was a feat the less
So we started paid and I stopped smokin' stress

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

'94 still in the door and we conquered many
With Against Tthe Machine, House Of Pain and many more
Was even invited to Woodstock, some from the block
up Eric Bobo and half a million rocked
How could all this at 24 years of age?
Half a million bouncin' to your shit from off the

'95 I was and survived so far
Still to cope with bein' a rap star
that's the type of shit that can really affect your mental
This was evident, in the way I broke the
With confusin', pain, illusions
But I kept my set up with the critics bein' abusive
Even the record company, they illusive
When it comes to showin' for the Cypress institution

'96 wit' no support we were makin' moves
Cypress Hill, in the summer, we were on the Smokin'
But like every every click, someone had to split
So the Dogg the house, shit was gettin' kinda thick
I was with the lady, we was talkin' about babies
But the groupies on the road help me from misbehavin'

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

'97 was the trip, it was the we killed the feud
Between us and Cube, over nobody knew
The Dogg came home but after Smokin' Grooves 2
Chillin' with George and Erykah Badu
was a crazy time, we were flowin' off the boo
Niggas on stage, trippin' on the

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

'99 I got to recline, because was no doubt
the first year was a success, of the Smoke 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 the road
But we still keep rollin' on from to Atlantis
shit in English and makin' albums in Spanish

Two-thousand and one! God damn, who knows in store?
as long as motherfuckers know, who's knockin' on the door
We remain and still we go unfaded
See how long we made it and been outdated

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

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

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

the real
Nigga,

This the original Cypress Hill shit,
Nigga,

Cypress, nigga!
Yeah!