Let's kick it ese[B-Real]COMMIN' OUT DA SLUMS!!! It's da hoodlumsI'm pullin' my gat out on all you bumsSo bring it on when you wanna come fight thisOutlaw, I'll kick ya like Billy Ray Cypress HillChill, I'll bust that grillGrab my gat, and load up the steelAnd if you wanna get drasticI'll pull out my plastic glock, automaticSynthetic material, burial plots in orderHeaded down to da Mexican borderSmokin' that smellie, Northern Cali,Gonna put a slug in Captain O'MalleyHo, hum-Hear the gat come, boooooommmmmm!Let me see what you'll do it's a sin to kill a manBut I'll be damned if I don't take a standWe ain't goin' out like thatWe ain't goin' out like that"We ain't goin' out!"We ain't goin' out like thatWe ain't goin' out like that"We ain't goin' out!"We ain't goin' out like thatWe 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 strung, click I'm sprung'Cause I don't live on the hum-drumWhere 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 automaticScreamin' at ya-the red lights beamin' at yaNo need to run after the punk-ass who'd run up to my crewDig the grave for the one who got playedNow he's underDon't make Stevie Wonder why, cause he'll testifyWe ain't goin' out like that[B-Real] I got you thinkin' "What the fuck is this?" Lettin' you know I take care of businessCan I get a witness?To verify when I depict this styleThat makes you ecstaticTragic, when I get a poof of the magic buddhaWhen I roll with my crewI betcha one time can't find my hootahIn my vehicle with the belt unbuckledPig rollin' up but he ain't that subtlePulled to da curb, so we exchange a few wordsBut he got me stirred up, enough to grab the handcuffsI'll huff-n-puff-n-blow ya head off!We ain't goin' out like thatEAT A BOWL OF DICK UP!! GEEEYEAH!!
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