Hand On The Pump (Clean Album Version)歌词
作词 : Louis Freese/Larry Muggerud/Brett Bouldin
作曲 : Louis Freese/Larry Muggerud/Brett Bouldin
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
Runnin' hard, but
I'm still comin' to getcha
Thinking like a peace smoke, comin' on a homicide
You talkin' s*it, 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 goin' boo-yaa
You're stuck in my so hood
So whatcha 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 comin' to blast ya
With mySawed off shotgun, hand on the pump
Left hand on a forty, puffin' onna blunt
Pumped my shotgun, ****** didn't jump
La la la la la la la la
Comin' at you like a stiff blow, f****n' up your program
Ain't takin' s*it from you, him or no man
Master mind maniac and a menace so
How they want to pass sentence
All because a ***** tried to play me on the trigger
He missed, so now the *****'s pissed
Rude and crude like a pitbull, get to the point
Your f****n' 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****n' do ya, shotgun go boo-yaa
Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump
Left hand on a forty, puffin' onna blunt
Pumped my shotgun, ****** didn't jump
La la la la la la la la
Kickin' that funky
Cypress Hill s*it
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 ***** who done lost his mind'
Cuz I ain't goin' out like a spineless jellyfish
Some say life is a *****
Ask that punk who dug his own ditch
Out for the
Hill f****n' up at a party
Tried to get funny, put a hole in his body
La la la la la la la la
Look at all of those funeral cars 'cause
I'maSawed off shotgun, hand on the pump
Left hand on a forty, puffin' onna blunt
Pumped my shotgun, ****** didn't jump
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
作曲 : Louis Freese/Larry Muggerud/Brett Bouldin
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
Runnin' hard, but
I'm still comin' to getcha
Thinking like a peace smoke, comin' on a homicide
You talkin' s*it, 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 goin' boo-yaa
You're stuck in my so hood
So whatcha 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 comin' to blast ya
With mySawed off shotgun, hand on the pump
Left hand on a forty, puffin' onna blunt
Pumped my shotgun, ****** didn't jump
La la la la la la la la
Comin' at you like a stiff blow, f****n' up your program
Ain't takin' s*it from you, him or no man
Master mind maniac and a menace so
How they want to pass sentence
All because a ***** tried to play me on the trigger
He missed, so now the *****'s pissed
Rude and crude like a pitbull, get to the point
Your f****n' 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****n' do ya, shotgun go boo-yaa
Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump
Left hand on a forty, puffin' onna blunt
Pumped my shotgun, ****** didn't jump
La la la la la la la la
Kickin' that funky
Cypress Hill s*it
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 ***** who done lost his mind'
Cuz I ain't goin' out like a spineless jellyfish
Some say life is a *****
Ask that punk who dug his own ditch
Out for the
Hill f****n' up at a party
Tried to get funny, put a hole in his body
La la la la la la la la
Look at all of those funeral cars 'cause
I'maSawed off shotgun, hand on the pump
Left hand on a forty, puffin' onna blunt
Pumped my shotgun, ****** didn't jump
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
