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Cypress Hill

Kronologik

 

Kronologik

(álbum: Stoned Raiders - 2001)


[Chorus: Kurupt and B-Real (repeat 2x)]

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

[B-Real]
'91 [echoes] Cypress Hill burst upon the scene
Three crazy, gun-toting niggas smoking weed
Talking 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 opening up for ?loyalty?
Didn't know shit, we were jus' trying to rock the party

'92 [echoes] a year later, 'bout a million records sold
From doing shows like Lollapalooza on the road
Building up momentum, whilst spitting deadly venom
Taking pictures for High Times, three months (?)
Chilling with the Beastie Boys, smoking 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 smoking 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 bouncing to your shit from off the stage

'95 [echoes] I was alive and survived so far
["(Rap) Superstar" xylophone]
Still trying to cope with being 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 having Illusions") pain, and (?) illusions
But I still kept my set up with the critics being abusive (yeah)
Even the record company, they became illusive
When it comes to showing support for the Cypress institution

'96 [echoes] wit' no support we were still making moves
Cypress Hill, in the summer, we were on the Smoking Grooves
But like every legend every click, someone had to split
So the Dog left the house, shit was getting kinda thick
I was with the electric lady, we was talking about babies
but the groupies on the road don't help me from misbehaving

[Chorus (Just 1 repeat)]

[B-Real]
'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 Smoking Grooves 2
Chilling with George Clinton and Erykah Badu
This was a crazy time, we were flowing off the boo
Niggas on stage, tripping 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 Smoking 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 coming out, kicking 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 rolling on from Heaven to Atlantis
Dropping shit in English and making albums in Spanish

Two-thousand and one! [Echoes] Goddamn, who knows what's in store?
Just as long as motherfuckers know, who's knocking on the door
We remain unjaded and still we go unfaded
See how long we made it and never ben outdated

[B-Real (Sen Dog)]

We ain't goin out, motherfucker (That's right, FUCK that!)
You don't know (?)
((?) time Cypress Hill)
(Motherfucking renovaters up here)

[Chorus]

[Outro Kurupt]
(It's the REEEEAAAAL!)
Nigga, nigga
Ni-ni-nigga < [scratched]
This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga
Nigga, nigga
[scratch] nigga
CYPRESS, nigga!
Yeah!

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