Hand on the Pump - Cypress Hill Hand on the Pump - Cypress Hill
Well I'm an alley cat, some say a dirty rat
On my side you see my gat, see I'm all of that
Sending off buck shots for I'm gonna wetcha
Running hard, but I'm still coming to getcha
Thinking like a peace smoke, coming on a homicide
You talkin' shit, try to take me for a ride
I'm not a bad guy, but I'm the funky feel one
Finger on the trigger with my hands upon the steel
Letting out a bullet, this is going boo-yaa
You're stuck in my so hood
So whatcha gonna do now?
Being the hunted one is no fun
Here I come son, yo I think you better run
Better run more, and move a little faster
Second of thought and I'm coming to blast ya
With my
Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump
Left hand on a forty, puffing onna blunt

Pumped my shotgun, niggaz didn't jump
La la la la la la lala

at you like Coming a stiff blow, fucking up your program
Ain't taking shit from you, him or no man
Master mind maniac and a menace so

How they want to pass sentence
All because a nigga tried to play me on the trigger
He missed, so now the nigga's pissed
Rude and crude like a pitbull, get to the point
Your fucking car to get pulled, now
I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle
And I'm handing out beatdowns
I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle
And I'm handing out beatdowns, get your face down!
Put me in chains, try to beat my brains
I can get out, but the grudge remains
When I see ya punk ass, I'm gonna getcha
fucking do ya, shotgun go boo-yaa

Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump
Left hand on a forty, puffing onna blunt
Pumped my shotgun, niggaz didn't jump
La la la la la la la la

Kicking that funky Cypress Hill shit
Take a lot of mental for the blunted to chill with
Cuz I'm the chill one, known to get ill one
They stepped to the Hill, What's up?I had to kill one
Now I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle

And they got me on lock down
Headed up the river with a boat and no paddle

And they got me on lock down

Hit me like a nigga who done lost his mind
Cuz I ain't going out like a spineless jellyfish
Some say life is a bitch

Ask that punk who dug his own ditch
Out for the Hill fucking up at a party
Tried to get funny, put a hole in his body
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Look at all of those funeral cars 'cause I'ma
Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump
Left hand on a forty, puffing onna blunt
Pumped my shotgun, niggaz didn't jump
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