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Cypress Hill ~ Hand on the Pump (Muggs' Blunted Mix)
| Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill (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 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) (B-Real) Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump Left hand on a forty, (puffin onna blunt) Pumped my shotgun, (niggaz didn't jump) La, la, la, la, la, la, la laaaaa... Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill (Sen Dog) 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! (Chorus) (B-Real) Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump Left hand on a forty, (puffin onna blunt) Pumped my shotgun, (niggaz didn't jump) La, la, la, la, la, la, la laaaaa... Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill (B-Real) 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 La, la, la, la, la, la, la laaa Look at all of those funeral cars Cause I'ma (Chorus) (B-Real) Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump Left hand on a forty, (puffin onna blunt) Pumped my shotgun, (niggaz didn't jump) La, la, la, la, la, la, la laaaaa... Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill more free lyrics |