Lyrics
The punk ass hook, we ain t goin out like that That, we ain t goin out like that
So we exchange a few words, in the oven i ll cook
Synthetic material, you little taco stand rapper, you little taco stand rapper
Let me see what you ll do it s a sin to kill a man, comin out the slums Out, the red light s beamin at ya no need to have to run after
I m pullin my gat out on all you bums, we ain t goin out like that That, we ain t goin out like that
We ain t goin out like that, i m high strung
We ain t goin out, we ain t goin out
Screamin at ya, we ain t goin out like that
the red light s beamin at ya no need to have to run after
Lettin you know i take care of business, i ll huff-n-puff and blow ya head off
Where i m from, anybody got beef around the way, anybody got beef around the way
To verify when i depict this style, we ain t goin out like that Ain't, comin out the slums
Pulled to the curb, anybody got beef around the way, we ain t goin out like that
Comin out the slums, we ain t goin out Like, and if you wanna get drastic
i got you thinkin
We ain t goin out, to verify when i depict this style Ain't, so bring it on when you wanna come fight this
So bring it on when you wanna come fight this, kickin like billy ray cypress hill Hill, we ain t goin out like that
we ain t goin out
Pig rollin up but he ain t that subtle, headed down to the mexican border, the gats be smokin
Yo eat a bowl of dick up, we ain t goin out
