Lyrics Kick Me Out - Styles of Beyond

Kick Me Out

I don’t want them to to kick me out, kick me out
I don’t want, you know, kick me out, kick me out
I don’t want to, kick me out, kick me out
I don’t want hear ya, I don’t want wanna hear ya
Yeah, yeah
Oh man, whatcha got in your hand
Looks like that little old number 7 braand
Yep yep that cheque’s what I like
Sip sip on back back, now I wanna fight, Uh
I’m on the rhyme but now I’m getting pissed
And I’m starin at a clown and I brought it on my fist, yeah
Wanna sock him in his big ass head
Until he’s lying in blood crying and crawling like a biiiitch
Yada yada I don’t wanna hear the jibber jab
The bartender yelling now he about to pull a cap
I don’t think so, if you don’t wanna go force
Put the whiskey in his face and light it with a blowtorch
Nigga we drunk, we probably arguing
On the fuck what, done snuff the bodyguards, yeah
So we got him a little tipsy now
Big deal, you ain’t ever gonna kick me out, motherfucker
I don’t want them to to kick me out, kick me out
I don’t want, you know, kick me out, kick me out
I don’t want to, kick me out, kick me out
I don’t want wanna hear ya, I don’t wanna hear ya