I AIN'T GOIN' OUT LIKE THAT



Album: Black Sunday                            Transcribed by: G-Real

Group: Cypress Hill

  

Let's kick it ese

   

Comin' out da slums

It's da hoodlums

I'm pullin' my gat out on all you bums

So bring it on when you wanna come fight this

Outlaw, kick ya like Billy Ray Cypress 

Hill

Kill 

I'll bust that grill

Grab my gat, and load up the steel

And if you wanna get drastic

I'll pull out my plastic 

Glock automatic

Synthetic material, bury your blocks 'n' mortar

Headed down to da Mexican border

Smokin' that smelly 

Northern Cali,

Gonna put a slug in Captain O'Malley

Ho, hum

Hear the gat come

Boooooommmmmm!

Let me see what you'll do 

It's a sin to kill a man

But I'll be damned if I don't take a stand

  

We ain't goin' out like that

We ain't goin' out like that

We ain't goin' out

We ain't goin' out like that

We ain't goin' out like that

We ain't goin' out

  

We ain't goin' out like that

We ain't goin' out like that

We ain't goin' out

We ain't goin' out like that

We ain't goin' out like that

   

I'm high strung

Click I'm sprung

'Cause I don't live on the hum-drum

Where I'm from the gatts'll be smokin'

I'll be damned if ya think I'm jokin'

Know that I come with the static 

Erratic 

Four-five automatic

Screamin' at ya

The red lights beamin' at ya

No need to run after the punk that's hooked

In the oven I'm cooked

Dig the grave for the one who got played

Now he's under

Don't make Stevie Wonder 

Why 

'Cause he'll testify

  

We ain't goin' out like that

We ain't goin' out like that

We ain't goin' out

We ain't goin' out like that

We ain't goin' out like that

We ain't goin' out

  

We ain't goin' out like that

We ain't goin' out like that

We ain't goin' out

We ain't goin' out like that

We ain't goin' out like that

  

I got to thinkin' "What the fuck is this?"

Lettin' you know I take care of business

Can I get a witness?

To verify when I'm to bring this 

Style that makes you ecstatic

Tragic 

When I get a pull of the magic buddha

When I roll with my crew

I bet ya One-Time can't find my hoota!

And I'll be hitting with the belt unbuckled

Pig rollin' up but he ain't that subtle

Pulled to the curb

So we exchange a few words

But he got me stirred up

Enough to grab the handcuffs

I'll huff and puff and blow ya head of!"

  

We ain't goin' out like that

We ain't goin' out like that

We ain't goin' out

We ain't goin' out like that

We ain't goin' out like that

We ain't goin' out

  

We ain't goin' out like that

We ain't goin' out like that

We ain't goin' out

We ain't goin' out like that

We ain't goin' out like that

   

"Yeah takin' your disses and dissin' ya right back. This is the Cypress 

Hill crew, like main shit. Yo an' I'm talk this damn rappa, eat a bowl 

a dick up. There ya go my man over here, you can eat a bowl o' dick up 

too. Anybody else need from runnin' away: yo, eat a bowl of dick up G!"

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