Kick Me Out - Styles of Beyond

I don’t want them to to kick me out, kick me out

I don’t want, you know, kick me out, kick me out

I don’t want to, kick me out, kick me out

I don’t want hear ya, I don’t want wanna hear ya

Yeah, yeah

Oh man, whatcha got in your hand

Looks like that little old number 7 braand

Yep yep that cheque’s what I like

Sip sip on back back, now I wanna fight, Uh

I’m on the rhyme but now I’m getting pissed

And I’m starin at a clown and I brought it on my fist, yeah

Wanna sock him in his big ass head

Until he’s lying in blood crying and crawling like a biiiitch

Yada yada I don’t wanna hear the jibber jab

The bartender yelling now he about to pull a cap

I don’t think so, if you don’t wanna go force

Put the whiskey in his face and light it with a blowtorch

Nigga we drunk, we probably arguing

On the fuck what, done snuff the bodyguards, yeah

So we got him a little tipsy now

Big deal, you ain’t ever gonna kick me out, motherfucker

I don’t want them to to kick me out, kick me out

I don’t want, you know, kick me out, kick me out

I don’t want to, kick me out, kick me out

I don’t want wanna hear ya, I don’t wanna hear ya