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- I Ain't Goin' Out Like That 歌詞 Cypress Hill
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- Cypress Hill
- Lets kick it ese
Comin out da slums
Its da hoodlums
Im pullin my gatt out on all you bums
So bring it on when you wanna come fight this
Outlaw kick ya like Billy Ray Cypress
Hill
Kill
Ill bust that grill
Grab my gatt and load up the steel
And if you wanna get drastic
Ill 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 OMalley
Ho hum
Hear the gatt come
Boooooommmmmm
Let me see what youll do
Its a sin to kill a man
But Ill be damned if I dont take a stand
We aint goin out like that
We aint goin out like that
We aint goin out
We aint goin out like that
We aint goin out like that
We aint goin out
We aint goin out like that
We aint goin out like that
We aint goin out
We aint goin out like that
We aint goin out like that
Im high strung
Click Im sprung
Cause I dont live on the hum-drum
Where Im from the gattsll be smokin
Ill be damned if ya think Im jokin
Know that I come with the static
Erratic
Four-five automatic
Screamin at ya
The red lights beamin at ya
No need to have to run after the punk-a** hood
In the oven Im cooked
Dig the grave for the one who got played
Now hes under
Dont make Stevie Wonder
Why
Cause hell testify
We aint goin out like that
We aint goin out like that
We aint goin out
We aint goin out like that
We aint goin out like that
We aint goin out
We aint goin out like that
We aint goin out like that
We aint goin out
We aint goin out like that
We aint goin out like that
I got you thinkin 'What the f**k is this '
Lettin you know I take care of business
Can I get a witness
To verify when Im 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 cant find my hoota
And Ill be hitting with the belt unbuckled
Pig rollin up but he aint that subtle
Pulled to da curb
So we exchanged a few words
But he got me stirred up
Enough to grab the handcuffs
Ill huff and puff and blow ya head off
We aint goin out like that
We aint goin out like that
We aint goin out
We aint goin out like that
We aint goin out like that
We aint goin out
We aint goin out like that
We aint goin out like that
We aint goin out
We aint goin out like that
We aint goin out like that
'Yeah takin your disses and dissin ya right back This is the Cypress
Hill crew like main sh*t Yo an Im talk this damn rappa eat a bowl a
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 '
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