Kronologik Lyrics - Stoned Raiders - Cypress Hill

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 (*echoes*) 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, (?) and Kill A Man (KILL A MAN! *echoes*) 

That was about the time we was openin' up for? loyalty? 

Didn't know shit, we were jus' tryin' to rock the party 

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'92 (*echoes*) 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, three months (?) 

Chillin' with the Beastie Boys, smokin' lots of weed 

But it was time to hit the studio for another LP 

'93 (*echoes*) 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, 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 

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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 (*echoes*) 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 (*echoes*) I was alive and survived so far (*"(Rap) Superstar" 

xylophone*) 

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,("I'm havin' Illusions") pain, and (?) 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 (*echoes*) 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 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 (*echoes*) was the trip, it was the year we killed the feud 

Between us and Cube, over shit nobody knew 

The Dog came back home (*barking*) 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 (*echoes*) 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 (*echoes*) 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! (*echoes*) 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 

Two-thousand and one! (*Echoes*) 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 (?) ((?) 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 

(It's the REEEEAAAAL!) 

Nigga, nigga 

Ni-ni-nigga