I Ain't Goin' Out Like That (Explicit)
Cypress Hill« I Ain't Goin' Out Like That (Explicit) » est une chanson de Cypress Hill, 1993, Pop. La chanson dure 3:42, 65 lines / 447 words.
Paroles
0:01Let's kick it ese
0:29COMMIN' OUT DA SLUMS
0:30It's da hoodlums
0:31I'm pullin' my gat out on all you bums
0:34So bring it on when you wanna come fight this
0:36Outlaw I'll kick ya like Billy Ray Cypress Hill
0:39Kill I'll bust that grill
0:41Grab my gat and load up the steel
0:43And if you wanna get drastic
0:45I'll pull out my blasted glock automatic
0:47Synthetic material bury your blocks-n-mortar
0:49Headed down to da Mexican border
0:50Smokin' that smellie Northern Cali
0:52Gonna put a slug in Captain O'Malley
0:55Ho hum-Hear the gat come
1:00Boooooommmmmm
1:01Let me see what you'll do when you're sent to kill a man
1:05But I'll be damned if I don't take a stand
1:07We ain't goin' out like that
1:09We ain't goin' out like that
1:11"We ain't goin' out "
1:12We ain't goin' out like that
1:14We ain't goin' out like that
1:16"We ain't goin' out "
1:17We ain't goin' out like that
1:19We ain't goin' out like that
1:20"We ain't goin' out "
1:22We ain't goin' out like that
1:23"We ain't goin' out like that "
1:26I'm high strung
1:27Click I'm sprung
1:28'Cause I don't live on the hum-drum
1:30Where I'm from the gats'll be smokin'
1:33I'll be damned if ya think I'm jokin'
1:36Know that I come with the static erratic 45 automatic
1:40Screamin' at ya-the red lights beamin' at ya
1:43No need to run after the punk-a** who'd run up to my crew
1:47Dig the grave for the one who got played
1:50Now he's under
1:51Don't make me wonder why 'cause you'll testify
1:53We ain't goin' out like that
2:33I got to thinkin' "What the f**k is this "
2:35Lettin' you know I take care of business
2:37Can I get a witness
2:39To verify when I'm to bring this style
2:42That makes you ecstatic
2:44Tragic when I get a poof of the magic buddha
2:47When I roll with my crew
2:49I betcha one time can't find my hooda
2:52Hits'll be hitting with the belt unbuckled (I don't know this line)
2:55Pig rollin' up but he ain't that subtle
2:56Pulled to da curb
2:57So we exchange a few words
2:59But he got me stirred up
3:02"Ought not to grab the handcuffs
3:04I'll huff-n-puff-n-blow ya head of "
3:06We ain't goin' out like that
3:25EAT A BOWL OF DICK UP GEEEYEAH
3:27Yeah takin' your disses and dissin' ya right back
3:30This is the Cypress Hill crew like main sh*t
3:33Yo and I'm talk this damn rappa
3:35Eat a bowl a dick up there ya go my man over here
3:38You can eat a bowl o' dick up too
3:41Anybody else need from runnin' away
3:42Yo eat a bowl of dick up G
Let's kick it ese 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-a** 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 f**k 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 sh*t 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
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