Kronologik (feat. Kurup)

You don't know no real shit, ****

It's the real shit

This the original Cypress Hill shit, ****

We numb ****, ya don't feel shit, ****

You ain't on no real shit, ****

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It's the real shit

This the original Cypress Hill shit, ****

We numb ****, ya don't feel shit, ****

You ain't on no real shit, ****

'91, Cypress Hill burst upon the scene

Three crazy gun totin' **** smokin' weed

Talkin' about life on records was the whole plan

So we put out The Phuncky Feel, but you were feelin' Kill a Man

That was about the time we was openin' up for Naughty

Didn't know shit, we was 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, while 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, 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 shit, ****

This the original Cypress Hill shit, ****

We numb ****, ya don't feel shit, ****

You ain't on no real shit, ****

You don't know no real shit, ****

The real shit

This the original Cypress Hill shit, ****

We numb ****, ya don't feel shit, ****

You ain't on no real shit, ****

'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 **** 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

Superstar, still tryin' to cope with bein' a rap star

'Cause that's the type of shit that can really affect your mental

This was evident, in the way I broke the tempo

With confusion and pain

I'm havin' illusions

And hence illusion

But I still kept my set up with the critics bein' abusive

Even the record company, they became elusive

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 legendary 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, ****

This the original Cypress Hill shit, ****

We numb ****, ya don't feel shit, ****

You ain't on no real shit, ****

The real shit

'97 was a trip, it was the year we killed the feud

Between us and Cube, over shit nobody knew

I know

The Dog came back home, but after Smokin Grooves 2

Chillin' with George Clinton and Erykah Badu

This wa a crazy time, we were flowin' off the boo

**** on stage, trippin' on the 'shrooms

'98 was kinda great, 'cause it felt just like before

We hit the studio, recorded Cypress Hill IV

But someone dropped the ball, as I still recall

'Cause it felt Cypress Hill got no support at all, no love

We did the last Smokin Grooves, but did it all with Sen

And the old chemistry just reared its 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 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

2001, goddamn, who knows what's in store?

Just as long as motherfuckers knows who's knockin' on the door

We remain un-jaded, and still we go unfaded

See how long we made it, and never been outdated

We ain't goin' out, motherfucker

You don't know what the deal is

That's right, fuck that

This big time Cypress Hill, motherfucker, runnin' things up here

You don't know no real shit, ****

This the original Cypress Hill shit, ****

We numb ****, ya don't feel shit, ****

You ain't on no real shit, ****

The real

You don't know no real shit, ****

The real shit

This the original Cypress Hill shit, ****

We numb ****, ya don't feel shit, ****

You ain't on no real shit, ****

The real, ****, ****, ****

This the original Cypress Hill shit, ****

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