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
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 onna blunt]
Pumped my shotgun, [niggaz didn't jump]
Lala la la lala la l


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