Lyrics:

Chorus: kurupt and b-real (repeat 2x)br /br /You don't know no real shit, nigga (it's the real shit!)br /This the original cypress hill shit, niggabr /We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, niggabr /You ain't on no real shit, niggabr /br /[b-real]br /'91 (*echoes*) cypress hill burst upon the scenebr /Three crazy, gun-totin' niggas smokin' weedbr /Talkin' about life on records was the whole planbr /So we put out the phuncky feel, (? ) and kill a man (kill a man! *echoes*)br /That was about the time we was openin' up for ? loyalty? br /Didn't know shit, we were jus' tryin' to rock the partybr /br /'92 (*echoes*) a year later, 'bout a million records soldbr /From doin' shows like lollapalooza on the roadbr /Buildin' up momentum, whilst spittin' deadly venombr /Takin' pictures for high times, me muggs and senbr /Chillin' with the beastie boys, smokin' lots of weedbr /But it was time to hit the studio for another lpbr /br /'93 (*echoes*) black sunday hits, with critical acclaimbr /Had a monster hit from insane in the brainbr /Topped the charts, held the spot, for six weeks to bootbr /It was a trip to note, that we was the first ones to do itbr /In rap music, but it was a feat none the lessbr /So we started gettin paid and I stopped smokin' stress!br /br /Chorusbr /br /[b-real]br /'94 (*echoes*) still in the door and we conquered many toursbr /With rage against the machine, house of pain and many morebr /Was even invited to woodstock, some niggas from the blockbr /Called up eric bobo and half a million rockedbr /How could all this happen at 24 years of age? br /Half a million bouncin' to your shit from off the stagebr /br /'95 (*echoes*) I was alive and survived so far (*'(rap) superstar'br /Xylophone*)br /Still tryin' to cope with bein' a rap starbr /'cos that's the type of shit that can really affect your mentalbr /This was evident, in the way I broke the tempobr /With confusin,('i'm havin' illusions') pain, and (? ) illusionsbr /But I still kept my set up with the critics bein' abusive (yeah)br /Even the record company, they became illusivebr /When it comes to showin' support for the cypress institutionbr /br /'96 (*echoes*) wit' no support we were still makin' movesbr /Cypress hill, in the summer, we were on the smokin' groovesbr /But like every legend every click, someone had to splitbr /So the dog left the house, shit was gettin' kinda thickbr /I was with the electric lady, we was talkin' about babiesbr /But the groupies on the road don't help me from misbehavin'br /br /Chorus (just 1 repeat)br /br /[b-real]br /'97 (*echoes*) was the trip, it was the year we killed the feudbr /Between us and cube, over shit nobody knewbr /The dog came back home (*barking*) but after smokin' grooves 2br /Chillin' with george clinton and erykah badubr /This was a crazy time, we were flowin' off the boobr /Niggas on stage, trippin' on the 'shroomsbr /br /'98 (*echoes*) was kinda great, cos it felt just like beforebr /We hit the studio, recorded cypress hill ivbr /But someone dropped the ball, as I still recallbr /'cos it felt cypress hill got no support at allbr /We did the last smokin' grooves, but did it all with senbr /And the old chemistry, just reared it's head againbr /br /'99 (*echoes*) I got to recline, because there was no doubtbr /That the first year was a success, of the smoke outbr /'99 was even better than the year of '98br /And skull and bones was comin' out, kickin' from the gatebr /br /Two-thousand! (*echoes*) 15 million records soldbr /They broke the mould, but there's others along the roadbr /But we still keep rollin' on from heaven to atlantisbr /Droppin' shit in english and makin' albums in spanishbr /br /Two-thousand and one! (*echoes*) goddamn, who knows what's in store? br /Just as long as motherfuckers know, who's knockin' on the doorbr /We remain unjaded and still we go unfadedbr /See how long we made it and never ben outdatedbr /br /[b-real] (sen dog)br /br /We ain't goin out, motherfucker (that's right, fuck that!)br /You don't know (? ) ((? ) time cypress hill)br /(motherfuckin' renovaters up here)br /br /Chorusbr /br /[outro - kurupt]br /(it's the reeeeaaaal!)br /Nigga, niggabr /Ni-ni-nigga <--(*scratched*)br /This the original cypress hill shit, niggabr /Nigga, niggabr /(*scratch*) niggabr /Cypress, nigga!br /Yeah!