I Ain't Goin' Out Like That - Live at The Fillmore, San Francisco, California, August 16, 2000

Let's kick it ese

Comin' out da slums

It's da hoodlums

I'm pullin' my gatt out on all you bums

So bring it on when you wanna come fight this

Outlaw, kick ya like Billy Ray Cypress

Hill

Kill

I'll bust that grill

Grab my gatt, and load up the steel

And if you wanna get drastic

I'll pull out my plastic

Glock automatic

Synthetic material, bury your blocks 'n' mortar

Headed down to da Mexican border

Smokin' that smelly

Northern Cali'

Gonna put a slug in Captain O'Malley

Ho, hum

Hear the gatt come

Boooooommmmmm!

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

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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 gatts'll be smokin'

I'll be damned if ya think I'm jokin'

Know that I come with the static

Erratic

Four-five automatic

Screamin' at ya

The red lights beamin' at ya

No need to have to run after the punk-ass hood

In the oven I'm cooked

Dig the grave for the one who got played

Now he's under

Don't make Stevie Wonder

Why

'Cause he'll testify

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

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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'm to bring this

Style that makes you ecstatic

Tragic

When I get a pull of the magic buddha

When I roll with my crew

I bet ya One-time can't find my hoota!

And I'll be hitting with the belt unbuckled

Pig rollin' up but he ain't that subtle

Pulled to da curb

So we exchanged a few words

But he got me stirred up

Enough to grab the handcuffs

I'll huff and puff and blow ya head off!

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

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We ain't goin' out like that

We ain't goin' out like that

"Yeah takin' your disses and dissin' ya right back. This is the Cypress

Hill crew, like main shit. Yo an' 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!"