Dj Muggs - Hand on the Pump lyrics

[Verse 1: B-Real] 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, boy I'm gonna wet'cha Run and hide, but I'm still comin' to get'cha Thinkin' like a peace smoke, comin' on a homicide You talkin' sh**, tryna take me for a ride I'm not a bad guy, but I'm the funky feel Finger on the trigger when my hands up on a steel Lettin' out a bullet, this is goin' boo-ya You're stuck in my hood, so what ya gonna do now? Bein' the hunted one is no fun Here I come son, yo I think ya better run Better run more, and move a little faster Second of thought and I'm comin' to blast ya With my... [Hook] Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump Left hand on a forty, [puffin' on a blunt] Pumped my shotgun, [n***as didn't jump] Lala la la lala la laaaaa... [Verse 2: Sen-Dog] 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** the 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 pit bull, get to the point Your f**in' card will 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 Get some through ya, shotgun go boo-yaa! [Hook] [Verse 3: B-Real] 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 Lala la la lala la laaa Look at all of those funeral cars Cause I'mma [Hook]