Songtext We ain't goin' out like that Cypress Hill

We ain't goin' out like that

We ain't goin out like that
Coming out the slums
Its the hoodlums
I'm pullin my gat out
On all you bums
So bring it on
When you wanna come fight
This outlaw kickin'
Like Billy Ray Cypress
Hill, chill
I'll bust that grill
Grab my gat
And load up the steele
And if you wanna get
Drastic I pull out my plastic
Glock automatic synthetic
Material burial
Plots in order
Heading down
To the Mexican border
Smoking that smelly
Norther Cali
Gonna put the slug
In Captain Omelly
Ho hum
Hear the gat come woo woo
Let me see what you do
Its a sin to kill a man
But I'll be damn
If I don't take a stand
We ain't goin' out like that
We ain't goin' out like that

I'm high strung
Think I'm sprung
Cuz I don't live
On the hum drum
Where I'm from
The gats be smokin'
I'll be damn
If you think I'm jokin'
No thats how I come
With the static
Erratic four five automatic
Screamin at ya
The red lights beaming at
No need
To have to run after
The punk ass hook
In the oven I'll cook
Dig the grave
For the one who got
Played
Now he's under
Don't make Stevie Wonder
Why cuz he'll testify
We ain't goin' out like that
We ain't goin' out like that


I got ya thinkin'
What the fuck is this
Lettin' ya know
I take care of business
Can I get a witness
To verify when
I depict this
Style what makes
You ecstatic tragic
When I got to
Pull out the magic
Buddah when I roll
With my kru I'll bet ya
One time can't find my hootah
In the vehicle
With the belt unbuckled
Pigs rollin' up
But he ain't that subtle
Pull to the curb
So we exchange a few word
But he got me stirred
Up enough to grab the
Handcuff
I'll huff and puff
And blow ya head off
We ain't goin' out like that
We ain't goin' out like that