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Cypress Hill
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I Ain't Going Out Like That
作词:Terence Michael Butler, Louis M. Freese, Anthony Frank Iommi, Larry E. Muggerud, John Osbourne, Todd Ray, William Ward
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, kickin' like Billy Ray Cypress Hill
Chill, 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, burial plots in order Headed down to the Mexican border Smokin' that smellie, Northern Cali Gonna put a slug in Captain O'Malley
Ho, hum, hear the gat come, boom 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 gats'll be smokin' I'll be damned if you think I'm jokin'
Know that I'll come with the static Erratic, 4 5 automatic Screamin' at ya, the red lights beamin' at ya No need to run after
The punk-ass hook in the oven I'll cook Dig the grave for the one who got played Now he's under, don't make Stevie Wonder Why 'cause he'll testify
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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 you thinkin', 'What the fuck is this?' Lettin' you know I take care of business Can I get a witness? To verify when I depict this style
That makes you ecstatic Tragic, when I get a poof of the magic Buddha when I roll with my crew I betcha one time can't find my hootah
In my vehicle with the belt unbuckled Pig rollin' up but he ain't that subtle Pulled to da curb so we exchange a few words But he got me stirred up
Enough to grab the handcuffs I'll huff-n-puff and blow ya head off
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' y'all right back Dissin' the Cypress Hill crew Like we ain't shit
You little taco stand rapper Eat a bowl of dick up Then you got my man, homie here You can eat a bowl of dick up
Anybody got beef around the way, yo Eat a bowl of dick up, geeyeah
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