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Cypress Hill lyrics : "Hand On The Pump"

[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 %#@!, 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, (^!$$%z didn't jump)
Lala la la lala la laaaaa...


[Verse Two]


Comin at you like a stiff blow, $#&@in up your program
Ain't takin %#@! from you him or no man
Master mind maniac and a menace soooo

How they want to pass sentence
All because a ^!$$% tried to play me on the trigger
He missed, so now the ^!$$%'s pissed

Rude and crude like a pitbull, get to the point
Your $#&@in 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 $$#, I'm gonna getcha

$#&@ing do ya, shotgun go boo-yaa!

[Chorus]


[Verse Three]


Kickin that funky Cypress Hill %#@!
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 ^!$$% who done lost his mind

Cause I ain't goin out like a spineless jellyfish
Some say life is a (*##$
Ask that punk who dug his own ditch

Out for the Hill $#&@in 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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