作词 : Louis Freese/Ricardo Brown/Larry Muggerud
作曲 : Louis Freese/Ricardo Brown/Larry Muggerud
You don't know no real mother****ingt, mother****er
This the original
Cypress Hill mother****ingt, mother****er
We numb mother****ers, ya don't feel mother****ingt, mother****er
You ain't on no real mother****ingt, mother****er
You don't know no real mother****ingt, mother****er
This the original
Cypress Hill mother****ingt, mother****er
We numb mother****ers, ya don't feel mother****ingt, mother****er
You ain't on no real mother****ingt, mother****er'91,
Cypress Hill burst upon the scene
Three crazy, gun-totin' mother****ers smokin' shit
Talkin' about life on records was the whole plan
So we put out the phuncky feel, but you were feelin' guilty and kill a man
That was about the time we was openin' up for loyalty?
Didn't know mother****in't, we were jus' tryin' to rock the party'92, 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 mugs and sen
Chillin' with the beastie boys, smokin' lots of shit
But it was time to hit the studio for another
LP'93, 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
You don't know no real mother****ingt, mother****er
This the original
Cypress Hill mother****ingt, mother****er
We numb mother****ers, ya don't feel mother****ingt, mother****er
You ain't on no real mother****ingt, mother****er
You don't know no real mother****ingt, mother****er
This the original
Cypress Hill mother****ingt, mother****er
We numb mother****ers, ya don't feel mother****ingt, mother****er
You ain't on no real mother****ingt, mother****er'94 still in the door and we conquered many tours
With Rage
Against Tthe
Machine, House
Of Pain and many more
Was even invited to
Woodstock, some mother****ers 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 mother****in't from off the stage'95
I was alive and survived so far
Still tryin' to cope with bein' a rap star'
Cos that's the type of mother****ingt that can really affect your mental
This was evident, in the way
I broke the tempo
With confusin', pain, enhanced illusions
But I still kept my set up with the critics bein' abusive
Even the record company, they became illusive
When it comes to showin' support for the
Cypress institution'96 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 Dogg left the house, mother****in't 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 mi*************ehavin'
You don't know no real mother****ingt, mother****er
This the original
Cypress Hill mother****ingt, mother****er
We numb mother****ers, ya don't feel mother****ingt, mother****er
You ain't on no real mother****ingt, mother****er'97 was the trip, it was the year we killed the feud
Between us and
Cube, over all the shit nobody kne
The Dogg came back home 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 was kinda great, 'cos it felt just like before
We hit the studio, recorded
Cypress Hill
IVBut 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
SenAnd the old chemistry, just reared it's head again'99
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 fifteen million records sold
They broke the mold, but there's others along the road
But we still keep rollin' on from
Heaven to
AtlantisDroppin' all the shit in
English and makin' albums in
SpanishTwo-thousand and one!
God damn, who knows what's in store?
Just as long as mother****ers know, who's knockin' on the door
We remain unjaded and still we go unfaded
See how long we made it and never been outdated
We ain't going out, mother****ers
That's right, **** that
You don't know
That's big time
Cypress Hill
Mother****ing renovators up here
You don't know no real mother****ingt, mother****er
This the original
Cypress Hill mother****ingt, mother****er
We numb mother****ers, ya don't feel mother****ingt, mother****er
You ain't on no real mother****ingt, mother****er
You don't know no real mother****ingt, mother****er
This the original
Cypress Hill mother****ingt, mother****er
We numb mother****ers, ya don't feel mother****ingt, mother****er
You ain't on no real mother****ingt, mother****er
It's the real
Bitch, bitch
Ni-ni-bitch
This the original
Cypress Hill mother****ingt, mother****er
Bitch, bitch
Bitch Cypress, bitch
Yeah!
作词 : Louis Freese/Ricardo Brown/Larry Muggerud
作曲 : Louis Freese/Ricardo Brown/Larry Muggerud
You don't know no real mother****ingt, mother****er
This the original
Cypress Hill mother****ingt, mother****er
We numb mother****ers, ya don't feel mother****ingt, mother****er
You ain't on no real mother****ingt, mother****er
You don't know no real mother****ingt, mother****er
This the original
Cypress Hill mother****ingt, mother****er
We numb mother****ers, ya don't feel mother****ingt, mother****er
You ain't on no real mother****ingt, mother****er'91,
Cypress Hill burst upon the scene
Three crazy, gun-totin' mother****ers smokin' shit
Talkin' about life on records was the whole plan
So we put out the phuncky feel, but you were feelin' guilty and kill a man
That was about the time we was openin' up for loyalty?
Didn't know mother****in't, we were jus' tryin' to rock the party'92, 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 mugs and sen
Chillin' with the beastie boys, smokin' lots of shit
But it was time to hit the studio for another
LP'93, 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
You don't know no real mother****ingt, mother****er
This the original
Cypress Hill mother****ingt, mother****er
We numb mother****ers, ya don't feel mother****ingt, mother****er
You ain't on no real mother****ingt, mother****er
You don't know no real mother****ingt, mother****er
This the original
Cypress Hill mother****ingt, mother****er
We numb mother****ers, ya don't feel mother****ingt, mother****er
You ain't on no real mother****ingt, mother****er'94 still in the door and we conquered many tours
With Rage
Against Tthe
Machine, House
Of Pain and many more
Was even invited to
Woodstock, some mother****ers 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 mother****in't from off the stage'95
I was alive and survived so far
Still tryin' to cope with bein' a rap star'
Cos that's the type of mother****ingt that can really affect your mental
This was evident, in the way
I broke the tempo
With confusin', pain, enhanced illusions
But I still kept my set up with the critics bein' abusive
Even the record company, they became illusive
When it comes to showin' support for the
Cypress institution'96 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 Dogg left the house, mother****in't 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 mi*************ehavin'
You don't know no real mother****ingt, mother****er
This the original
Cypress Hill mother****ingt, mother****er
We numb mother****ers, ya don't feel mother****ingt, mother****er
You ain't on no real mother****ingt, mother****er'97 was the trip, it was the year we killed the feud
Between us and
Cube, over all the shit nobody kne
The Dogg came back home 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 was kinda great, 'cos it felt just like before
We hit the studio, recorded
Cypress Hill
IVBut 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
SenAnd the old chemistry, just reared it's head again'99
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 fifteen million records sold
They broke the mold, but there's others along the road
But we still keep rollin' on from
Heaven to
AtlantisDroppin' all the shit in
English and makin' albums in
SpanishTwo-thousand and one!
God damn, who knows what's in store?
Just as long as mother****ers know, who's knockin' on the door
We remain unjaded and still we go unfaded
See how long we made it and never been outdated
We ain't going out, mother****ers
That's right, **** that
You don't know
That's big time
Cypress Hill
Mother****ing renovators up here
You don't know no real mother****ingt, mother****er
This the original
Cypress Hill mother****ingt, mother****er
We numb mother****ers, ya don't feel mother****ingt, mother****er
You ain't on no real mother****ingt, mother****er
You don't know no real mother****ingt, mother****er
This the original
Cypress Hill mother****ingt, mother****er
We numb mother****ers, ya don't feel mother****ingt, mother****er
You ain't on no real mother****ingt, mother****er
It's the real
Bitch, bitch
Ni-ni-bitch
This the original
Cypress Hill mother****ingt, mother****er
Bitch, bitch
Bitch Cypress, bitch
Yeah!