- Votes:
- Composers:
- Brett Bouldin
- Eugene Dixon
- Louis Freese
- Lawrence Muggerud
- Bernice Williams
- Earl Edwards
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- old skool hip hop
- rap
 
- See also:
Cypress Hill - Hands on the Pump lyrics
Well I'm an alley cat, some say a dirty rat
 On my side you see my gat, see I'm all of that
 Sendin' off buck shots for I'm gonna wetcha
 Runnin' hard, but I'm still comin' 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 goin' boo-yaa
 You're stuck in my so 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 comin' to blast ya
 With my
 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 la
 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 so
 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!
 Cypress Hill - Hands on the Pump - http://motolyrics.com/cypress-hill/hands-on-the-pump-lyrics.html
 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
 Fuckin' do ya, shotgun go boo-yaa
 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 la
 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
 'Cuz 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 la
 Look at all of those funeral cars 'cause I'ma
 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 la
 La la la la la la la la
 La la la la la la la la
 La la la la la la la la
 La la la la la la la la










