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Hand On The Pump - Muggs' Blunted Mix
作詞:Brett Bouldin, Eugene Dixon, Earl Edwards, Louis Freese, Lawrence Muggerud, Bernice Williams
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Well, I'm an alley cat, some say a dirty rat On my side is 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' shit, 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
Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump Left hand on a forty, puffin' onna blunt Pumped my shotgun, niggaz didn't jump La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill
Comin' at you like a stiff blow, fuckin' up your program Ain't takin' shit from you him or no man Master mind maniac and a menace so How they want to pass sentence
All because a nigga tried to play me on the trigger He missed, so now the nigga's pissed Rude and crude like a pit bull get to the point Your fuckin' car to get pulled, now
I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle And I'm handin' out beat downs I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle And I'm handin' out beat downs, get your face down
Put me in chains, try to beat my brains I can get out, but the grudge remains もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com When I see ya punk ass, I'm gonna getcha Fucking do ya, shotgun go boo yaa
Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump Left hand on a forty, puffin' onna blunt Pumped my shotgun, niggaz didn't jump La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill
Kickin' that funky Cypress Hill shit Take a lot of mental for the blunted to chill with 'Cause 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 nigga who done lost his mind Cause I ain't goin' out like a spineless jellyfish Some say life is a bitch Ask that punk who dug his own ditch
Out for the Hill fuckin' 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 â€~cause I'ma
Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump Left hand on a forty, puffin' onna blunt Pumped my shotgun, niggaz didn't jump La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill
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