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 wet ya
Running hard, but I'm still coming to get ya
Thinking like a peace smoke, coming 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
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 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

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Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump
Left hand on a forty, (puffin' on a blunt)
Pumped my shotgun, (niggas didn't jump)

Coming at you like 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 beat downs
I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle
And I'm handing out beat downs (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!

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Kickin that funky Cypress Hill shit
Take a lot of mental for the blunted to chill with,
'cause 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

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Hand On The Pump Lyrics

Cypress Hill – Hand On The Pump Lyrics

Songwriters: BOULDIN, BRETT ANTHONY / FREEZE, LOUIS M. / MUGGERUD, LARRY / WILLIAMS, BERNICE / DIXON, EUGENE DRAKE / EDWARDS, EARL G. SR.
Hand On The Pump lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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