Hill Cypress Hand On The Pump Lyrics

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!  

  

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 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  

  

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