Cypress Hill - Kronologik Lyrics
Chorus: kurupt and b-real (repeat 2x)You dont know no real shit, nigga (its the real shit!)This the original cypress hill shit, niggaWe numb niggas, ya dont feel shit, niggaYou aint on no real shit, nigga[b-real]91 (*echoes*) cypress hill burst upon the sceneThree crazy, gun-totin niggas smokin weedTalkin about life on records was the whole planSo we put out the phuncky feel, (? ) and kill a man (kill a man! *echoes*)That was about the time we was openin up for ? loyalty?Didnt know shit, we were jus tryin to rock the party92 (*echoes*) a year later, bout a million records soldFrom doin shows like lollapalooza on the roadBuildin up momentum, whilst spittin deadly venomTakin pictures for high times, me muggs and senChillin with the beastie boys, smokin lots of weedBut it was time to hit the studio for another lp93 (*echoes*) black sunday hits, with critical acclaimHad a monster hit from insane in the brainTopped the charts, held the spot, for six weeks to bootIt was a trip to note, that we was the first ones to do itIn rap music, but it was a feat none the lessSo we started gettin paid and I stopped smokin stress!Chorus[b-real]94 (*echoes*) still in the door and we conquered many toursWith rage against the machine, house of pain and many moreWas even invited to woodstock, some niggas from the blockCalled up eric bobo and half a million rockedHow could all this happen at 24 years of age?Half a million bouncin to your shit from off the stage95 (*echoes*) I was alive and survived so far (*(rap) superstarXylophone*)Still tryin to cope with bein a rap starcos thats the type of shit that can really affect your mentalThis was evident, in the way I broke the tempoWith confusin,(Im havin illusions) pain, and (? ) illusionsBut I still kept my set up with the critics bein abusive (yeah)Even the record company, they became illusiveWhen it comes to showin support for the cypress institution96 (*echoes*) wit no support we were still makin movesCypress hill, in the summer, we were on the smokin groovesBut like every legend every click, someone had to splitSo the dog left the house, shit was gettin kinda thickI was with the electric lady, we was talkin about babiesBut the groupies on the road dont help me from misbehavinChorus (just 1 repeat)[b-real]97 (*echoes*) was the trip, it was the year we killed the feudBetween us and cube, over shit nobody knewThe dog came back home (*barking*) but after smokin grooves 2Chillin with george clinton and erykah baduThis was a crazy time, we were flowin off the booNiggas on stage, trippin on the shrooms98 (*echoes*) was kinda great, cos it felt just like beforeWe hit the studio, recorded cypress hill ivBut someone dropped the ball, as I still recallcos it felt cypress hill got no support at allWe did the last smokin grooves, but did it all with senAnd the old chemistry, just reared its head again99 (*echoes*) I got to recline, because there was no doubtThat the first year was a success, of the smoke out99 was even better than the year of 98And skull and bones was comin out, kickin from the gateTwo-thousand! (*echoes*) 15 million records soldThey broke the mould, but theres others along the roadBut we still keep rollin on from heaven to atlantisDroppin shit in english and makin albums in spanishTwo-thousand and one! (*echoes*) goddamn, who knows whats in store?Just as long as mother*****ers know, whos knockin on the doorWe remain unjaded and still we go unfadedSee how long we made it and never ben outdated[b-real] (sen dog)We aint goin out, mother*****er (thats right, ***** that!)You dont know (? ) ((? ) time cypress hill)(mother*****in renovaters up here)Chorus[outro - kurupt](its the reeeeaaaal!)Nigga, niggaNi-ni-nigga <--(*scratched*)This the original cypress hill shit, niggaNigga, nigga(*scratch*) niggaCypress, nigga!Yeah!
