CYPRESS HILL HAND 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,
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
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Better run more, and move a little faster,
second of thought and I'm coming to blast ya
With my

Chorus:

Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump,
left hand on a forty, [puffin on a blunt]
Pumped my shotgun, [niggaz didn't jump]
Lala la la lala la l


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