Hand on the Pump Lyrics by Cypress Hill

Hand on the Pump Lyrics

    Verse One

    Well I'm an alley cat, some say a dirty rat
    On my side you see my gat, see I'm all of that
    Sendin off buck shots for I'm gonna wetcha
    Running hard, but I'm still coming to getcha
    Thinking like a peace smoke, comin 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
    Lettin out a bullet, this is going boo-yaa
    You're stuck in my so hood, so what ya 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

    Chorus

    Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump
    Left hand on a forty, [puffin onna blunt]
    Pumped my shotgun, [niggaz didn't jump]
    Lala la la lala la laaaaa...

    Verse Two

    Comin at you like a stiff blow, fuckin up your program
    Ain't takin shit from you him or no man
    Master mind maniac and a menace soooo
    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 fuckin car 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 getcha
    Fucking do ya, shotgun go boo-yaa!

    Chorus


    Verse Three

    Kickin 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
    Cause I ain't goin out like a spineless jellyfish
    Some say life is a bitch
    Ask that punk who dug his own ditch
    Out for the Hill fuckin up at a party
    Tried to get funny, put a hole in his body
    Lala la la lala la laaa
    Look at all of those funeral cars
    Cause I'ma

    Chorus

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