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Cypress Hill - Hands On The Pump Lyrics

Hands on the pump Song Lyrics
Hands on the pump by Cypress Hill 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 sh*t, 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


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Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump

Left hand on a forty, [puffin onna blunt]

Pumped my shotgun, [niggaz didn't jump]

Lala la la lala la laaaaa...


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Comin at you like a stiff blow, f**kin up your program

Ain't takin sh*t 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 p**sed

Rude and crude like a pitbull, get to the point

Your f**kin 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

f**king do ya, shotgun go boo-yaa!


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Verse Three


Kickin that funky Cypress Hill sh*t

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 b**ch

Ask that punk who dug his own ditch

Out for the Hill f**kin 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


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