Chorus: Kurupt and B-Real (repeat 2x)       You don't know no real shit, nigga (it's the real shit!)    This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga    We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga    You ain't on no real shit, nigga       [B-Real]    '91 (*echoes*) Cypress Hill burst upon the scene    Three crazy, gun-totin' niggas smokin' weed    Talkin' about life on records was the whole plan    So we put out The Phuncky Feel, but you was feelin' Kill A Man (KILL A MAN! *echoes*)    That was about the time we was openin' up for Naughty    Didn't know shit, we were jus' tryin' to rock the party       '92 (*echoes*) a year later, 'bout a million records sold    From doin' shows like Lollapalooza on the road    Buildin' up momentum, whilst spittin' deadly venom    Takin' pictures for High Times, me Muggs And SEN    Chillin' with the Beastie Boys, smokin' lots of weed    But it was time to hit the studio for another LP       '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 smokin' STRESS!       Chorus       [B-Real]    '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 bouncin' to your shit from off the stage       '95 (*echoes*) I was alive and survived so far (*"(Rap) Superstar"    xylophone*)    Still tryin' to cope with bein' a Rap Star    'Cos that's the type of shit that can really affect your mental    This was evident, in the way I broke the Temple    With confusin,("I'm havin' Illusions") pain, and hits illusions    But I still kept my set up with the critics bein' abusive (yeah)    Even the record company, they became illusive    When it comes to showin' support for the Cypress institution       '96 (*echoes*) wit' no support we were still makin' moves    Cypress Hill, in the summer, we were on the Smokin' Grooves    But like every legend every click, someone had to split    So the Dog left the house, shit was gettin' kinda thick    I was with the electric lady, we was talkin' about babies    but the groupies on the road don't help me from misbehavin'       Chorus (Just 1 repeat)       [B-Real]    '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 Smokin' Grooves 2    Chillin' with George Clinton and Erykah Badu    This was a crazy time, we were flowin' off the boo    Niggas on stage, trippin' on the 'shrooms       '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    'Cos it felt Cypress Hill got no support at all    We did the last Smokin' Grooves, but did it all with Sen    and the old chemistry, just reared it's head again       '99 (*echoes*) I got to recline, because there was no doubt    That the first year was a success, of the Smoke Out    '99 was even better than the year of '98    and Skull And Bones was comin' out, kickin' from the gate       TWO-thousand! (*echoes*) 15 million records sold    They broke the mould, but there's others along the road    But we still keep rollin' on from Heaven to Atlantis    Droppin' shit in English and makin' albums in Spanish       Two-thousand and one! (*Echoes*) Goddamn, who knows what's in store?    Just as long as motherfuckers know, who's knockin' 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 ain't goin out, motherfucker (That's right, FUCK that!)    You don't know What the deal is (It's Big time Cypress Hill)    (Motherfuckin' runnin' things up here)       Chorus       [Outro - Kurupt]       Nigga, nigga    Ni-ni-nigga