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Some information about I Ain t Goin Out Like That Lyrics Title: Cypress Hill - I Ain t Goin Out Like That lyrics Artist: Cypress Hill Album: Black Sunday Visitors: 6 visitors have visited I Ain t Goin Out Like That Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. Let s kick it ese [B-Real] 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 OutlawI ll kick ya like Billy Ray Cypress Hill ChillI ll bust that grill Grab my gatand load up the steel And if you wanna get drastic I ll pull out my plastic glockautomatic Synthetic materialburial plots in order Headed down to da Mexican border Smokin that smellieNorthern Cali Gonna put a slug in Captain O Malley Hohum-Hear the gat comeboooooommmmmm! 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 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!" [Sen Dog] I m high strungclick 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 staticerratic.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 Stevie Wonder whycause he ll testify We ain t goin out like that [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 depict this style That makes you ecstatic Tragicwhen I get a poof of the magic buddha When I roll with my crew I betcha one time can t find my hootah In my vehicle with the belt unbuckled Pig rollin up but he ain t that subtle Pulled to da curbso we exchange a few words But he got me stirred upenough to grab the handcuffs I ll huff-n-puff-n-blow ya head off! We ain t goin out like that EAT A BOWL OF DICK UP!! GEEEYEAH!! Hottest songs from Cypress Hill : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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