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 
We ain't goin' out 
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 a static 
Erratic 
Four-five automatic 
Screamin' at ya 
The red lights beamin' at ya 
No need to have to run after the punk that's hooked 
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 
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 
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 the curb 
So we exchange a few words 
But he got me stirred up 
Enough to grab the handcuff 
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 
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 
"Yeah takin' your disses and dissin' ya right back. This is the Cypress 
Hill crew, like main shit. Yo an' that taco-stand rappa, eat a bowl o' 
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!"