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FEVER 333

I Ain't Goin' Out Like That

 

I Ain't Goin' Out Like That


Coming out the slums, it's the hoodlums!
I'm pulling 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 steel
And if you wanna get drastic
I'll pull out my plastic Glock, automatic
Synthetic material, burial plots in order
Headed down to the Mexican border
Smoking that smelly, Northern Cali
Gonna put a slug in Captain O'Malley
Ho, hum hear the gat come, boom!
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 going out like that
We ain't going out like that
We ain't going out like that
We ain't going out like that)

We ain't going out like that
We ain't going out like that
We ain't going out!
We ain't going out like that
We ain't going out like that
We ain't going out!
We ain't going out like that
We ain't going out like that
We ain't going out!
We ain't going out like that
We ain't going out like that!

I'm high-strung, click I'm sprung
'Cause I don't live on the humdrum
Where I'm from, the gats be smoking
I'll be damned if you think I'm joking
Know that I'll come with the static
Erratic, .45 automatic
Screaming at ya, the red light's beaming at ya
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 me Stevie Wonder why
'Cause he'll testify

(We ain't going out like that
We ain't going out like that
We ain't going out like that
We ain't going out like that)

We ain't going out like that
We ain't going out like that
We ain't going out!
We ain't going out like that
We ain't going out like that
We ain't going out!
We ain't going out like that
We ain't going out like that
We ain't going out!
We ain't going out like that
We ain't going out like that!

I got you thinking, "What the fuck is this?"
Letting you know I take care of business
Can I get a witness?
To verify when I depict 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 hootah
In my vehicle with the belt unbuckled
Pig rolling up but he ain't that subtle
Pulled to the curb, so we exchange a few words
But he got me stirred up, enough to grab the handcuffs
I'll huff-n-puff and blow ya head off!

(We ain't going out like that
We ain't going out like that
We ain't going out like that
We ain't going out like that)

We ain't going out like that
We ain't going out like that
We ain't going out!
We ain't going out like that
We ain't going out like that
We ain't going out!
We ain't going out like that
We ain't going out like that
We ain't going out!
We ain't going out like that
We ain't going out like that!

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