Hand of the Pump Songtext
von Cypress Hill

Cypress Hill (Cypress Hill)
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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 whatcha 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 40, puffin′ on a blunt
Pumped my shotgun, niggas didn't jump
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

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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 wanna 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 (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 goes boo-ya

Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump
Left hand on a 40 puffin′ on a blunt
Pumped my shotgun, niggas didn't jump
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

Cypress Hill (Cypress Hill)
Cypress Hill (Cypress Hill)
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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
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Look at all of those funeral cars, 'cause I′m a

Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump
Left hand on a 40, puffin' on a blunt
Pumped my shotgun, niggas didn't jump
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

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Cypress Hill (Cypress Hill) la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

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Cypress Hill (Cypress Hill) la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

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