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Hands On The Pump Lyrics - Singles - Cypress Hill

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 

 

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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 

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! 

 

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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 

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