Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hand on the Pump , by - Cypress Hill. Release date: 31.03.1991
Song language: English
Hand on the Pump |
| 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 |
| 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 Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump |
| Left hand on a forty, |
| Pumped my shotgun, |
| Lala la la lala la laaaaa… |
| Verse Two |
| 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 |
| 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! |
| Verse Three |
| 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 |
| Lala la la lala la laaa |
| Look at all of those funeral cars |
| Cause I’ma |