Lyrics: I Ain’t Goin’ Out Like That
Album: Black Sunday
Artist: Cypress Hill
 
Let’s kick it ese

[B-Real]
COMMIN’ 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, I’ll kick ya 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 da Mexican border
Smokin’ that smellie, 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!"

[Sen Dog]
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 ya think I’m jokin’
Know that I come with the static, erratic, .45 automatic
Screamin’ at ya-the red lights beamin’ at ya
No need to run after the punk-ass who’d run up to my crew
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

[B-Real]
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-n-blow ya head off!
We ain’t goin’ out like that

EAT A BOWL OF DICK UP!! GEEEYEAH!!