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    Cypress Hill / Lyrics

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    "Hand On The Pump" Lyrics

    Cypress Hill

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    Genre:Hip-Hop, Rap
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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
    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-ya
    You're stuck in my 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

    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 laaaa

    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
    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 fuckin' 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
    Fucking 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 laaaa

    Kickin' 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
    Livin' 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 fuckin' 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 laaaa
    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Bernice Williams, Earl G. Edwards Sr., Eugene Dixon, Brett Bouldin, Louis Freeze, Lawrence Muggerud.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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