Cypress Hill - Hand on the Pump (instrumental) lyrics

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