Cypress Hill, Kurupt - Kronologik lyrics

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
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

'91, 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 were feeling Kill A Man
That was about the time we
Was openin' up for royalties
Didn't know shit
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, Muggs
And Senen chillin' with the Beastie Boys
Smokin' lots of weed but it was time to hit
The studio for another LP
'93, Black Sunday hit's
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 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
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

'94, 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, I was alive and survived so far
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 tempo with confusion
(I'm havin' Illusions) pain
And hence 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, with no support we
Were still makin' moves
Cypress Hill, in the summer
We were on the Smokin' Grooves
But like every legend every clique
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'
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

'97 was the trip
It was the year we killed the feud
Between us and Cube, over shit nobody knew
The Dog 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 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 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
2000, 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
2001, 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

We ain't goin out, motherfucker
(That's right, fuck that)
You don't know (it's big time Cypress Hill)
(Motherfuckin' renovaters up here)

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
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

(It's the REEEEAAAAL) nigga, nigga
Ni-ni-nigga (scratched)
This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga
Nigga, nigga (scratch) nigga
CYPRESS, nigga! yeah!