Hand On the Pump

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

Runnin' hard, but I'm still comin' to getcha

Thinkin' 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

Finer on the trigger with my hands upon the 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 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' on a blunt

Pumped my shotgun, niggas didn't jump

Lala la la lala la laa

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' goin' 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 get ya

Gatt ya, fuckin' 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 laa

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 laa