Well I'm an alley cat, some say a dirty rat
On my side is my gat, see I'm all of that
Spittin' out 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**, 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-ya
You're stuck in my 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, puffin' on a blunt
Pumped my shotgun, n***as didn't jump
La la la la la la la laaaa
Comin' at you like a stiff blow, f**in' up your program
Ain't takin' sh** from you him or no man
Master mind maniac and a menace
Oh, how they want to pa** a sentence
All because a n***a tried to play me on the trigger
He missed, So now the n***a's hist'
Rude and crude like a pitbull
Get to the point, your f**in' going 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 a**, I'm gonna get ya
Gatt ya, f**ing do ya
Shotgun goes boo-ya
Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump
Left hand on a forty, puffin' on a blunt
Pumped my shotgun, n***as didn't jump
La la la la la la la laaaa
Kickin' that funky Cypress Hill sh**
Think I'll light another for the blunted to chill with
'Cause I'm the chill one, known to get ill when
They stepped to the Hill
'What's up?', I had to k** 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
Livin' like a n***a who done lost his mind
'Cause I ain't goin out like a spineless jellyfish
Some say life is a b**h
Ask that punk who dug his own ditch
Up on the Hill f**in' up at a party
Tried to get funny, put a hole in his body
La la la la la la la laa
Look at all of those funeral cars
'Cause I'm a
Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump
Left hand on a forty, puffin' on a blunt
Pumped my shotgun, n***as didn't jump
La la la la la la la laaaa