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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DJ Muggs
DJ Muggs
Turntables
B-Real
B-Real
Vocals
Sen Dog
Sen Dog
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Larry Muggerud
Larry Muggerud
Songwriter
Louis Freese
Louis Freese
Songwriter
Tony Iommi
Tony Iommi
Songwriter
Terry Butler
Terry Butler
Songwriter
Bill Ward
Bill Ward
Songwriter
Ozzy Osbourne
Ozzy Osbourne
Songwriter
Todd Ray
Todd Ray
Songwriter
DJ Muggs
DJ Muggs
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
T-Ray
T-Ray
Producer
DJ Muggs
DJ Muggs
Mixing Engineer
Joe "The Butcher" Nicolo
Joe "The Butcher" Nicolo
Mixing Engineer
Jason Roberts
Jason Roberts
Engineer
Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw
Engineer
Jon Gamble
Jon Gamble
Engineer
Manuel Lecuona
Manuel Lecuona
Engineer
Andy Kravitz
Andy Kravitz
Engineer

Lyrics

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 the static Erratic Four-five automatic Screamin' at ya The red lights beamin' at ya No need to have to run after the punk-ass hood 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 da curb So we exchanged a few words But he got me stirred up Enough to grab the handcuffs 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' I'm talk this damn rappa, eat a bowl a 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!"
Writer(s): Louis Freese, Todd Ray, Larry E Muggerud Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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