Kronologik (feat. Kurup)

You don't know no real shit, nigga 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 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 feelin' guilty and kill a man That was about the time we was openin' up for loyalty? 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 mugs and sen Chillin' with the beastie boys, smokin' lots of weed 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 So we started gettin' paid and I stopped smokin' stress You don't know no real shit, nigga 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 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 Tthe 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 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, 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 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 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 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 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 Atlantis Droppin' shit in English and makin' albums in Spanish Two-thousand and one! God damn, 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 been outdated We ain't goin' out, motherfucker That's right, fuck that! You don't know That's big time Cypress Hill Motherfuckin' renovators up here You don't know no real shit, nigga 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 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 real Nigga, nigga Ni-ni-nigga This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga Nigga, nigga Nigga Cypress, nigga! Yeah!