Lyric I Ain t Goin Out Like That

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!!