Cypress Hill - I Ain't Goin Out Like That

Intro

Let's kick it ese

Verse One : B-Real

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, kick ya like Billy Ray Cypress
Hill, kill, I'll bust that grill
Grab my gatt, and load up the steel
And if you wanna get drastic
I'll pull out my plastic glock automatic
Synthetic material, bury your blocks `n' mortar
Headed down to da Mexican border
Smokin' that smelly, 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

Chorus : B-Real & Sen Dog

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

Verse Two : T.Ray

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 a static
Erratic, four-five automatic
Screamin' at ya, the red lights beamin' at ya
No need to have to run after
The punk that's hooked in the oven I'm cooked
Dig the grave for the one who got played
Now he's under, don't make Stevie Wonder
Why, 'cause he'll testify







Chorus : B-Real & Sen Dog

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

Verse Three : 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'm to bring this
Style, that makes you ecstatic
Tragic, when I get a pull of the magic
Buddha, when I roll with my crew
I bet ya One-time can't find my hoota!
And I'll be hitting with the belt unbuckled
Pig rollin' up but he ain't that subtle
Pulled to the curb so we exchange a few words
But he got me stirred up
Enough to grab the handcuff
I'll huff and puff and blow ya head off!

Chorus : B-Real & Sen Dog

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

Outro

"Yeah takin' your disses and dissin' ya right back. This is the Cypress Hill crew, like main shit.
Yo an' that taco-stand rappa, eat a bowl o' dick up. There ya go my man over here, you can eat a bowl o' dick up too.
Anybody else need from runnin' away : yo, eat a bowl of dick up G!"