Cypress Hill - I Ain't Going Out Like That Lyrics

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

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 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