Cypress Hill - Hand on the Pump lyrics

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
Boy, I'm gonna wet'cha
Run and hide, but I'm still comin' to get'cha
Thinkin' like a peace smoke
Comin' on a homicide
You talkin' 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
Lettin' out a bullet, this is goin' boo ya
You're stuck in my hood
So what ya gonna do now?
Bein' 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 comin' to blast ya
With my

Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump


Left hand on a forty (Puffin' on a blunt)
Pumped my shotgun (Them niggas didn't jump)
Lala la la lala la laaaaa

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 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 fuckin' card will 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
Get some through ya, shotgun go boo yaa!

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

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 laaa
Look at all of those funeral cars
'Cause, I'ma

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