Kronologik - Explicit Version

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

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

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

IVBut 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

SenAnd 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

AtlantisDroppin' shit in

English and makin' albums in

SpanishTwo-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

NiggaCypress, nigga!

Yeah!