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Hand on the Pump
Cypress Hill
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Well, I'm an alley cat Some say a dirty rat On my side is my gat See I'm all of that Spittin' out buck shots, for I'm gonna wetcha Runnin' hard, but I'm still comin' to getcha Thinkin' like a peace smoke, comin' on a homicide You talking shit, try to take me for a ride I'm not a bad guy But I'm the funky feel one Finer on the trigger with my hands upon the steel Lettin' out a bullet, this is goin' boo-ya You're stuck in my hood, so what ya gonna do now? Bein' 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 comin' to blast ya With my, sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump Left hand on a forty, puffin' on a blunt Pumped my shotgun, niggas didn't jump Lala la la lala la laa Coming at you like a stiff blow, ****ing up your program Ain't taking shit from you him or no man Master mind maniac and a menace Oh, how they want to pass a sentence All because a nigga tried to play me on the trigger He missed, so now the nigga's hist' Rude and crude like a pitbull Get to the point, your ****ing going to get pulled Now, I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle And I'm handin' out beatdowns I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle And I'm handin' 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 get ya Gatt ya, ****ing do ya, shotgun goes boo-ya! Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump Left hand on a forty, puffin' on a blunt Pumped my shotgun, niggas didn't jump Lala la la lala la laa Kicking that funky Cypress Hill shit Think I'll light another for the blunted to chill with 'Cause I'm the chill one, known to get ill when 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 Living like a nigga who done lost his mind 'Cause I ain't goin out like a spineless jellyfish Some say life is a bitch Ask that punk who dug his own ditch Up on the Hill ****ing up at a party Tried to get funny, put a hole in his body Lala la la lala la laa Look at all of those funeral cars 'Cause I'm a, sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump left hand on a forty, puffin' on a blunt Pumped my shotgun, niggas didn't jump Lala la la lala la laa
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