Cypress Hill - I Aint Goin Out Like That (Black Sunday/ 1993) | Текст песни

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• I Aint Goin Out Like That (Black Sunday/ 1993)

Lets kick it ese

Commin out da slums!!!

Its da hoodlums

Im pullin my gat out on all you bums

So bring it on when you wanna come fight this

Outlaw, Ill kick ya like billy ray cypress hill

Kill, Ill bust that grill

Grab my gat, and load up the steel

And if you wanna get drastic

Ill 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 omalley

Ho, hum-hear the gat come

Boooooommmmmm!

Let me see what youll do when youre sent 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 gatsll be smokin

Ill be damned if ya think Im 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 whod run up to my crew

Dig the grave for the one who got played

Now hes under

Dont make me wonder why cause youll testify

We aint 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 Im 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 cant find my hooda!

Hitsll be hitting with the belt unbuckled (I dont know this line)

Pig rollin up but he aint that subtle

Pulled to da curb

So we exchange a few words

But he got me stirred up

"ought not to grab the handcuffs.

Ill huff-n-puff-n-blow ya head of!"

We aint goin out like that

Eat a bowl of dick up!! geeeyeah!!

(final speech)

Yeah takin your disses and dissin ya right back

This is the cypress hill crew, like main shit

Yo and 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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