Cypress Hill
Kronologik
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Chorus: kurupt and b-real (repeat 2x)
You dont know no real shit, nigga (its the real shit!)
This the original cypress hill shit, nigga
We numb niggas, ya dont feel shit, nigga
You aint on no real shit, nigga
[b-real]
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?
Didnt know shit, we were jus tryin to rock the party
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, 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 (*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!
Chorus
[b-real]
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 thats the type of shit that can really affect your mental
This was evident, in the way I broke the tempo
With confusin,("im 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
You dont know no real shit, nigga (its the real shit!)
This the original cypress hill shit, nigga
We numb niggas, ya dont feel shit, nigga
You aint on no real shit, nigga
[b-real]
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?
Didnt know shit, we were jus tryin to rock the party
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, 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 (*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!
Chorus
[b-real]
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 thats the type of shit that can really affect your mental
This was evident, in the way I broke the tempo
With confusin,("im 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
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