I Ain't Goin' Out Like That
Cypress Hill Lyrics
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Comin' out the slums! It's da hoodlums
I'm pullin' my gat out on all you bums
So bring it on when you want to come fight this
Outlaw, kicking like Billy Ray Cypress Hill
Chill, I'll bust that grill
Grab my gat, and load up the steel
And if you want to get drastic
I'll pull out my plastic glock, automatic
Synthetic material, burial plots in order
Headed down to the Mexican border
Smokin' that smellie, 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 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 gats'll be smokin'
I'll be damned if you think I'm jokin'
Know, that I'll come with the static
Erratic, .45 automatic
Screamin' at ya, the red lights beamin' at ya
No need 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 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 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 rollin' up but he ain't that subtle
Pulled to da 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 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!"
The lyrics of Cypress Hill's I Ain't Goin' Out Like That speak to the tough reality of life in the slums and the necessity for self-defense. The opening line sets the tone for the rest of the song as it declares, "Comin' out the slums! It's da hoodlums." This line is a statement of defiance against the harsh reality of life in the ghetto, suggesting that the people who live there are not willing to be beaten down by their circumstances. This is reinforced with the following line, "I'm pullin' my gat out on all you bums," in which the singer asserts their readiness to fight back against any threats.
The lyrics continue to assert the necessity of self-defense, with the singer describing their willingness to use violence if necessary. The line "Synthetic material, burial plots in order" suggests that the singer is prepared to kill if needed, and the reference to "heading down to the Mexican border" reinforces this idea. The repeated refrain of "We ain't goin' out like that" further reinforces the idea of defiance in the face of adversity, as the singer refuses to be beaten down by their circumstances.
Overall, the lyrics of I Ain't Goin' Out Like That are an ode to survival in the harsh reality of the ghetto. The singer asserts their willingness to fight back against any threat, and refuses to be beaten down by their circumstances.
Line by Line Meaning
Comin' out the slums! It's da hoodlums
I come from a rough area and am with other troublemakers
I'm pullin' my gat out on all you bums
I am taking out my gun to threaten you all
So bring it on when you want to come fight this
You can try to fight me if you're feeling bold
Outlaw, kicking like Billy Ray Cypress Hill
I am a rebel with a powerful presence
Chill, I'll bust that grill
Relax, I will hurt you if I need to
Grab my gat, and load up the steel
I am preparing my gun and ammunition
And if you want to get drastic
If you push me to my limit
I'll pull out my plastic glock, automatic
I will bring out my powerful, synthetic gun
Synthetic material, burial plots in order
My gun is made of synthetic materials and you will end up dead
Headed down to the Mexican border
I am going to the border to do something dangerous
Smokin' that smellie, Northern Cali
I am smoking marijuana from Northern California
Gonna put a slug in Captain O'Malley
I am going to shoot someone named Captain O'Malley
Ho, hum, hear the gat come, boom!
The sound of my gun is like a boring, repetitive sound effect
Let me see what you'll do
Show me your reaction
It's a sin to kill a man
Killing someone is morally wrong
But I'll be damned if I don't take a stand
I stand up for myself and my beliefs, even if it means using violence
I'm high strung, click I'm sprung
I am nervous and easily excitable
Cause I don't live on the hum-drum
I don't live an ordinary, boring life
Where I'm from, the gats'll be smokin'
In my hometown, people frequently use guns
I'll be damned if you think I'm jokin'
Don't mistake me for being insincere or unserious
Know, that I'll come with the static
Be aware that I come with conflict and aggression
Erratic, .45 automatic
My behavior is unpredictable, and I have a powerful gun
Screamin' at ya, the red lights beamin' at ya
I am shouting and there are police sirens flashing
No need to run after
Don't bother trying to escape
The punk-ass hook, in the oven I'll cook
I will defeat my opponent and they will be punished
Dig the grave for the one who got played
Prepare a burial for the one who lost to me
Now he's under, don't make Stevie Wonder why
He is dead and can't question what happened
Cause he'll testify
He would have been a witness if he were alive
I got you thinkin' "What the fuck is this?"
I have surprised or confused you
Lettin' you know I take care of business
I am capable of handling problems
Can, I, get a witness?
Can someone vouch for me?
To verify when I depict this style
To confirm that my behavior matches my reputation
That makes you ecstatic
My attitude excites you
Tragic, when I get a poof of the magic buddha
It's a shame how high I can get from smoking marijuana
When I roll with my crew
When I am with my group of friends
I betcha one time can't find my hootah
Police won't be able to find my marijuana
In my vehicle with the belt unbuckled
I am driving recklessly and not wearing my seatbelt
Pig rollin' up but he ain't that subtle
A cop is approaching but not trying to be discreet
Pulled to da curb, so we exchange a few words
The cop and I pull over and have a brief interaction
But he got me stirred up, enough to grab the handcuffs
The cop angered me, and I am being arrested
I'll huff-n-puff and blow ya head off!
I threaten to use violence against the cop
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Louis M. Freeze, Larry Muggerud, Richard Todd Ray, Terence Michael Butler, Anthony Frank Iommi, John Osbourne, W. T. Ward
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@ZetroDrummer
Let's be honest. We the metal heads have always loved Cypress Hill 🤘
@kevinboswell1891
Was that Eminem running
@haltehara499
Because of the Album Covers?
@blo0dybubble330
@@haltehara499 Because of the music.
@andrepoeze451
I admit
@ZetroDrummer
@@haltehara499 because of both... Music and most album covers are awesome. I mean... Temples of boom could be a Black metal album cover.
@independentmusicpromotion
'It's a sin to kill a man, but I'll be damned if I don't take a stand'. One of the greatest lyrics ever.
@SSNESS
I wrote it for them
@danner209
TRUTH.
@Sam77.R
@@SSNESS how are you ? What’s your name