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Cypress Hill

Hand On The Pump

 

Hand On The Pump

(الألبوم: Cypress Hill - 1991)


[B-Real:]
Well I'm an alley cat, some say a dirty rat
On my side is my gat, see I'm all of that
Spitting out buck shots, boy I'm gonna wet'cha
Run and hide, but I'm still coming to get'cha
Thinking like a peace smoke, coming on a homicide
You talking shit, tryna take me for a ride
I'm not a bad guy, but I'm the funky feel
Finger on the trigger when my hands up on a steel
Letting 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 ya 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, (Puffing on a blunt)
Pumped my shotgun, (Them niggas didn't jump)
Lala la la lala la laaaaa

[Sen-Dog:]
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, soooo
How they want to pass the 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 pit bull, get to the point
Your fucking card will get pulled, now
I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle
And I'm handing out beatdowns
I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle
And I'm handing 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
Get some through ya, shotgun go boo-yaa!

Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump
Left hand on a forty, (Puffing on a blunt)
Pumped my shotgun, (Them niggas didn't jump)
Lala la la lala la laaaaa

[B-Real:]
Kicking 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
Living like a nigga who done lost his mind
'Cause I ain't going out like a spineless jellyfish
Some say life is a bitch
Ask that punk who dug his own ditch
Up on the Hill fucking 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

Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump
Left hand on a forty, (Puffing on a blunt)
Pumped my shotgun, (Them niggas didn't jump)
Lala la la lala la laaaaa

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