Представляем точный текст композиции "Hand On The Pump" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Cypress Hill . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Hand On The Pump» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Cypress Hill передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Cypress Hill - "Hand On The Pump"
Lyrics to Hand On The Pump : Well Im an alley cat Some say a dirty rat On my side is my gat See Im all of that Spittin out buck shots, for Im gonna wetcha Running hard, but Im still coming to getcha Thinking like a peace smoke, comin on a homicide You talkin shit, try to take me for a ride Im not a bad guy But Im the funky feel one Finger on the trigger with my hands upon the steel Lettin out a bullet, this is going boo-ya Youre 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 Im 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, niggas didnt jump Lala la la lala la laaaa Comin at you like a stiff blow, fuckin up your program Aint takin shit from you him or no man Master mind maniac and a menace Oh, how they want to pass a sentence All because a nigga tried to play me on the trigger He missed So now the niggas hist Rude and crude like a pitbull Get to the point, your fuckin going to get pulled Now, Im headed up the river with a boat and no paddle And Im handin out beatdowns Im headed up the river with a boat and no paddle And Im 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 ass, Im gonna get ya Gatt ya Fucking 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, niggas didnt jump Lala la la lala la laaaa Kickin that funky Cypress Hill shit, Think Ill light another for the blunted to chill with Cause Im the chill one Known to get ill when They stepped to the Hill "Whats up'", I had to kill one Now Im 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 nigga who done lost his mind Cause I aint goin out like a spineless jellyfish Some say life is a bitch Ask that punk who dug his own ditch Up on the Hill fuckin up at a party Tried to get funny, put a hole in his body Lala la la lala la laa Look at all of those funeral cars Cause Im a Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump left hand on a forty, puffin on a blunt Pumped my shotgun, niggas didnt jump Lala la la lala la laaaa [ Hand On The Pump Lyrics ]
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