Let's kick it ese
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COMMIN' OUT DA SLUMS!!!
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It's da hoodlums
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I'm pullin' my gat out on all you bums
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So bring it on when you wanna come fight this
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Outlaw, I'll kick ya like Billy Ray Cypress Hill
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Kill, I'll bust that grill
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Grab my gat, and load up the steel
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And if you wanna get drastic
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I'll pull out my blasted glock, automatic,
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Synthetic material, burial plots in order
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Headed down to da Mexican border
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Smokin' that smelly, Northern Cali,
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Gonna put a slug in Captain O'Malley
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Ho, hum-Hear the gat come
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Boooooommmmmm!
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Let me see what you'll do , its a sin to kill a man
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But I'll be damned if I don't take a stand
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We ain't goin' out like that
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We ain't goin' out like that
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"We ain't goin' out!"
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We ain't goin' out like that
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We ain't goin' out like that
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"We ain't goin' out!"
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We ain't goin' out like that
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We ain't goin' out like that
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"We ain't goin' out!"
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We ain't goin' out like that
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"We ain't goin' out like that!"
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I'm high strung
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Click I'm sprung
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'Cause I don't live on the hum-drum
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Where I'm from the gats be smokin'
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I'll be damned if ya think I'm jokin'
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Know that I come with the static, erratic, .45 automatic
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Screamin' at ya-the red lights beamin' at ya
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No need to haf'ta run after the punk-ass who'd run up to my crew
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Dig the grave for the one who got played
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Now he's under
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Don't make stevie wonder why 'cause he'll testify
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We ain't goin' out like that
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I got to thinkin' "What the fuck is this?"
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Lettin' you know I take care of business
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Can I get a witness?
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To verify when I DEPICT THIS
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Style
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That makes you ecstatic
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Tragic, when I get a poof of the magic buddha
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When I roll with my crew
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I betcha one time can't find my hooda!
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IN MY VE-HICLE with the belt unbuckled
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Pig rollin' up but he ain't that subtle
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Pulled to da curb
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So we exchange a few words
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But he got me stirred up
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Enough to grab the handcuffs.
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I'll huff-n-puff-n-blow ya head off!"
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We ain't goin' out like that
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EAT A BOWL OF DICK UP!! GEEEYEAH!!
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(Final Speech)
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Yeah takin' your disses and dissin' ya right back
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This is the Cypress Hill crew, like main shit
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Yo and I'm talk this damn rappa
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Eat a bowl a dick up, there ya go my man over here
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You can eat a bowl o' dick up too
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Anybody else need from runnin' away
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Yo, eat a bowl of dick up G!
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I Ain't Goin Out Like That
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| Cypress Hill |
