Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Ain't Goin' Out Like That, artist - Cypress Hill. Date of issue: 28.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I Ain't Goin' Out Like That |
| 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 |
| Kill, I’ll bust that grill |
| Grab my gat, and load up the steel |
| And if you wanna get drastic |
| I’ll pull out my blasted glock, automatic, |
| Synthetic material, bury your blocks-n-mortar |
| 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 when you’re sent 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 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 me wonder why 'cause you’ll testify |
| We ain’t goin' out like that |
| I got to 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 poof of the magic buddha |
| When I roll with my crew |
| I betcha one time can’t find my hooda! |
| Hits’ll be hitting with the belt unbuckled (I don’t know this line) |
| 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 |
| «Ought not to grab the handcuffs. |
| I’ll huff-n-puff-n-blow ya head of!» |
| We ain’t goin' out like that |
| EAT A BOWL OF DICK UP! |
| GEEEYEAH! |
| Yeah takin' your disses and dissin' ya right back |
| This is the Cypress Hill crew, like main shit |
| Yo and I’m 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! |