(performed by cypress hill / kurupt)
Chorus: kurupt and b-real (repeat 2x)
You donand't know no real shit, nigga (itand's the real shit!)
this the original cypress hill shit, nigga
we numb niggas, ya donand't feel shit, nigga
you ainand't on no real shit, nigga
[b-real]
and'91 (*echoes*) cypress hill burst upon the scene
three crazy, gun-totinand' niggas smokinand' weed
talkinand' about life on records was the whole plan
so we put out the phuncky feel, (?) and kill a man (kill a man! *echoes*)
that was about the time we was openinand' up for ?loyalty?
didnand't know shit, we were jusand' tryinand' to rock the party
and'92 (*echoes*) a year later, and'bout a million records sold
from doinand' shows like lollapalooza on the road
buildinand' up momentum, whilst spittinand' deadly venom
takinand' pictures for high times, three months (?)
chillinand' with the beastie boys, smokinand' lots of weed
but it was time to hit the studio for another lp
and'93 (*echoes*) black sunday hits, with critical acclaim
had a monster hit from insane in the brain
topped the charts, held the spot, for six weeks to boot
it was a trip to note, that we was the first ones to do it
in rap music, but it was a feat none the less
so we started gettin paid and i stopped smokinand' stress!
Chorus
[b-real]
and'94 (*echoes*) still in the door and we conquered many tours
with rage against the machine, house of pain and many more
was even invited to woodstock, some niggas from the block
called up eric bobo and half a million rocked
how could all this happen at 24 years of age?
half a million bouncinand' to your shit from off the stage
and'95 (*echoes*) i was alive and survived so far (*andquot;(rap) superstarandquot;
xylophone*)
still tryinand' to cope with beinand' a rap star
and'cos thatand's the type of shit that can really affect your mental
this was evident, in the way i broke the tempo
with confusin,(andquot;iand'm havinand' illusionsandquot;) pain, and (?) illusions
but i still kept my set up with the critics beinand' abusive (yeah)
even the record company, they became illusive
when it comes to showinand' support for the cypress institution
and'96 (*echoes*) witand' no support we were still makinand' moves
cypress hill, in the summer, we were on the smokinand' grooves
but like every legend every click, someone had to split
so the dog left the house, shit was gettinand' kinda thick
i was with the electric lady, we was talkinand' about babies
but the groupies on the road donand't help me from misbehavinand'
Chorus (just 1 repeat)
[b-real]
and'97 (*echoes*) was the trip, it was the year we killed the feud
between us and cube, over shit nobody knew
the dog came back home (*barking*) but after smokinand' grooves 2
chillinand' with george clinton and erykah badu
this was a crazy time, we were flowinand' off the boo
niggas on stage, trippinand' on the and'shrooms
and'98 (*echoes*) was kinda great, cos it felt just like before
we hit the studio, recorded cypress hill iv
but someone dropped the ball, as i still recall
and'cos it felt cypress hill got no support at all
we did the last smokinand' grooves, but did it all with sen
and the old chemistry, just reared itand's head again
and'99 (*echoes*) i got to recline, because there was no doubt
that the first year was a success, of the smoke out
and'99 was even better than the year of and'98
and skull and bones was cominand' out, kickinand' from the gate
Two-thousand! (*echoes*) 15 million records sold
they broke the mould, but thereand's others along the road
but we still keep rollinand' on from heaven to atlantis
droppinand' shit in english and makinand' albums in spanish
Two-thousand and one! (*echoes*) goddamn, who knows whatand's in store?
just as long as motherfuckers know, whoand's knockinand' on the door
we remain unjaded and still we go unfaded
see how long we made it and never ben outdated
[b-real] (sen dog)
We ainand't goin out, motherfucker (thatand's right, fuck that!)
you donand't know (?) ((?) time cypress hill)
(motherfuckinand' renovaters up here)
Chorus
[outro - kurupt]
(itand's the reeeeaaaal!)
nigga, nigga
ni-ni-nigga andlt;--(*scratched*)
this the original cypress hill shit, nigga
nigga, nigga
(*scratch*) nigga
cypress, nigga!
