Cypress Hill - Hand On The Pump (Muggs' Blunted Mix) lyrics

[Verse One] 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 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-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 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, [n***az didn't jump] Lala la la lala la laaaaa... [Verse Two] 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 soooo How they want to pa** sentence All because a n***a tried to play me on the trigger He missed, so now the n***a's pissed Rude and crude like a pitbull, get to the point Your f**in 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 a**, I'm gonna getcha f**ing do ya, shotgun go boo-yaa! [Chorus] [Verse Three] Kickin that funky Cypress Hill sh** 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 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 Hit me 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 Out for the Hill f**in up at a party Tried to get funny, put a hole in his body Lala la la lala la laaa Look at all of those funeral cars Cause I'ma [Chorus]