Cypress Hill - I Ain't Goin Out Like That lyrics

Let's kick it ese<br><br>Commin' out da slums!!!<br>It's da hoodlums<br>I'm pullin' my gat out on all you bums<br>So bring it on when you wanna come fight this<br>Outlaw, I'll kick ya like billy ray cypress hill<br>Kill, I'll bust that grill<br>Grab my gat, and load up the steel<br>And if you wanna get drastic<br>I'll pull out my blasted glock, automatic,<br>Synthetic material, bury your blocks-n-mortar<br>Headed down to da mexican border<br>Smokin' that smellie, northern cali,<br>Gonna put a slug in captain o'malley<br>Ho, hum-hear the gat come<br>Boooooommmmmm!<br>Let me see what you'll do when you're sent to kill a man<br>But I'll be damned if I don't take a stand<br>We ain't goin' out like that<br>We ain't goin' out like that<br>We ain't goin' out!<br>We ain't goin' out like that<br>We ain't goin' out like that<br>We ain't goin' out!<br>We ain't goin' out like that<br>We ain't goin' out like that<br>We ain't goin' out!<br>We ain't goin' out like that<br>We ain't goin' out like that!<br><br>I'm high strung<br>Click I'm sprung<br>'cause I don't live on the hum-drum<br>Where I'm from the gats'll be smokin'<br>I'll be damned if ya think I'm jokin'<br>Know that I come with the static, erratic, .45 automatic<br>Screamin' at ya-the red lights beamin' at ya<br>No need to run after the punk-ass who'd run up to my crew<br>Dig the grave for the one who got played<br>Now he's under<br>Don't make me wonder why 'cause you'll testify<br>We ain't goin' out like that<br><br>I got to thinkin' what the fuck is this? <br>Lettin' you know I take care of business<br>Can I get a witness? <br>To verify when I'm to bring this style<br>That makes you ecstatic<br>Tragic, when I get a poof of the magic buddha<br>When I roll with my crew<br>I betcha one time can't find my hooda!<br>Hits'll be hitting with the belt unbuckled (I don't know this line)<br>Pig rollin' up but he ain't that subtle<br>Pulled to da curb<br>So we exchange a few words<br>But he got me stirred up<br>Ought not to grab the handcuffs.<br>I'll huff-n-puff-n-blow ya head of!<br>We ain't goin' out like that<br><br>Eat a bowl of dick up!! geeeyeah!!<br><br>(final speech)<br>Yeah takin' your disses and dissin' ya right back<br>This is the cypress hill crew, like main shit<br>Yo and I'm talk this damn rappa<br>Eat a bowl a dick up, there ya go my man over here<br>You can eat a bowl o' dick up too<br>Anybody else need from runnin' away<br>Yo, eat a bowl of dick up g!