| Lyrics: | Let's kick it ese
[B-Real]
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
Chill, I'll bust that grill
Grab my gat, and load up the
steel
And if you wanna get drastic
I'll pull out my plastic glock, automatic
Synthetic
material, burial plots in order
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 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
"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-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-ass who'd run up to my crew
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
[B-Real]
I got you thinkin' "What the fuck is this?"
Lettin' you know I take
care of business
Can I get a witn |
