Hand on the Pump
Cypress Hill Lyrics


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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
Spittin' out buck shots, boy I'm gonna wet'cha
Runnin' hot, but I'm still comin' to get'cha
Thinkin' like a peace smoke, comin' on a homicide
You talkin' shit, tryna take me for a ride
I'm not a bad guy, but I'm the funky feel
Finger on the trigger with my hands upon the steel
Lettin' out a bullet, this is goin' 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 ya 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, [niggas didn't jump]
Lala la la lala la laa

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 soooo
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 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 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, [niggas didn't jump]
Lala la la lala la laa

Kickin that funky Cypress Hill shit
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 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
Living 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
Lala la la lala la laaa
Look at all of those funeral cars
Cause I'mma

Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump
Left hand on a forty, [puffin onna blunt]




Pumped my shotgun, [niggas didn't jump]
Lala la la lala la laa

Overall Meaning

The song "Hand on the Pump" by Cypress Hill is a powerful anthem that serves as a warning to those who try to cross the artist. The lyrics are filled with gritty descriptions of violence and danger, and a sense of defiance that is characteristic of early hip-hop.


The song speaks to the artist's reputation and their willingness to use violence when necessary. The lyrics "I'm not a bad guy, but I'm the funky feel" illustrate the artist's confidence and prowess, while "finger on the trigger with my hands upon the steel" showcases their readiness to act. The chorus "sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump, left hand on a forty, puffin onna blunt" is a boast of their tough exterior and the tools they use to protect themselves.


The song also touches upon the consequences of such a lifestyle. The artist acknowledges being headed "up the river with a boat and no paddle" due to the unlawful actions they commit. However, they also refuse to back down and remain determined to defend who they are.


Overall, "Hand on the Pump" is a manifestation of the bold and gritty culture of early hip-hop, which embraced and glorified violence and danger as a means of survival.


Line by Line Meaning

Well I'm an alley cat, some say a dirty rat
I may be considered shady or untrustworthy, but I'm always prepared for the worst


On my side is my gat, see I'm all of that
I always carry my gun with me, it's a part of who I am


Spittin' out buck shots, boy I'm gonna wet'cha
I'm not afraid to use my gun, and I'll make sure you know it


Runnin' hot, but I'm still comin' to get'cha
I'm determined to catch you, even if I have to go through obstacles


Thinkin' like a peace smoke, comin' on a homicide
I appear calm and collected, but my intentions are violent


You talkin' shit, tryna take me for a ride
You're trying to deceive me, but I'm not falling for it


I'm not a bad guy, but I'm the funky feel
I'm not a villain, but I embrace my unique style


Finger on the trigger with my hands upon the steel
I'm always ready to use my gun, and you better not mess with me


Lettin' out a bullet, this is goin' boo-ya
My gun is fired, and you're in trouble now


You're stuck in my hood, so what ya gonna do now?
You're in my territory, and you can't escape


Being the hunted one is no fun
Being pursued is not a pleasant experience


Here I come son, yo I think ya better run
I'm coming after you, and you better flee


Better run more, and move a little faster
You better increase your speed if you want to survive


Second of thought and I'm coming to blast ya
I won't hesitate to shoot you


With my


Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump
I have a dangerous weapon with me, and I'm poised to use it


Left hand on a forty, [puffin onna blunt]
I'm also casually drinking and smoking while carrying a gun


Pumped my shotgun, [niggas didn't jump]
I'm ready to use my shotgun, and my opponents are too scared to intervene


Lala la la lala la laa
N/A


Comin at you like a stiff blow, fuckin up your program
I'm attacking you with full force, and your plans are going to fail


Ain't takin shit from you him or no man
I won't tolerate any disrespect or interference from anyone


Master mind maniac and a menace soooo
I'm a brilliant yet crazy and dangerous person


How they want to pass sentence
They want to punish me for my actions


All because a nigga tried to play me on the trigger
Someone attempted to outsmart me with my own weapon


He missed, so now the nigga's pissed
His plan failed, and he's angry about it


Rude and crude like a pit bull, get to the point
I'm blunt and straightforward like a fierce dog


Your fuckin card will get pulled, now
You'll face the consequences of your actions soon


I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle
I'm in trouble, and I'm not sure how to get out of it


And I'm handin out beatdowns
I'm ready to fight anyone who challenges me


Put me in chains, try to beat my brains
You can restrain me and torture me, but I won't give up


I can get out, but the grudge remains
I'm resilient and will always remember what you've done to me


When I see ya punk ass, I'm gonna getcha
When I encounter you again, I'll seek revenge


Fucking do ya, shotgun go boo-yaa!
I'll make sure to shoot you with my shotgun


Kickin that funky Cypress Hill shit
I'm playing my unique and cool music


Take a lot of mental for the blunted to chill with
It takes a special type of person to enjoy my music while smoking weed


Cuz I'm the chill one, known to get ill one
I'm laid-back, but I can also become aggressive when provoked


They stepped to the Hill "What's up?", I had to kill one
Someone challenged Cypress Hill, and they had to retaliate with violence


Now I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle
The consequences of their actions have caught up with them


And they got me on lock down
They're being punished and restrained for their actions


Living like a nigga who done lost his mind
They're living with the consequences of their actions and going crazy


Cause I ain't goin out like a spineless jellyfish
They won't submit to their punishment without a fight


Some say life is a bitch
Some people believe that life is unfair


Ask that punk who dug his own ditch
That person got what they deserved for their actions


Out for the Hill fuckin up at a party
Someone tried to harm Cypress Hill at a party


Tried to get funny, put a hole in his body
They retaliated with violence and killed their attacker


Lala la la lala la laaa
N/A


Look at all of those funeral cars
The other people involved in this conflict have died and are being mourned


Cause I'mma


Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump
They're still armed and dangerous


Left hand on a forty, [puffin onna blunt]
They're still casually drinking and smoking


Pumped my shotgun, [niggas didn't jump]
Their opponents are still too scared to intervene


Lala la la lala la laa
N/A




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: BERNICE WILLIAMS, BRETT ANTHONY BOULDIN, EARL G. SR. EDWARDS, EUGENE DRAKE DIXON, LARRY MUGGERUD, LOUIS M. FREEZE

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John Simons

51yrs old, still loving the Cypress Hill beats, this is one of my favorite.

eddie fart

me too 51. loving them since hand on the pump

Liam Sutherland

44

jaybug

me too. still bangin dis shit

Just Palms

49 bruh! Play this Shit at my funeral!!

Jah Eerie

52 & this shit NEVER gets old 🔥

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BruffDaddy

I was 14 years old when I heard this joint and became a Cypress Hill Fan!! 30 Years later I still blast this joint in my car!!

briete bank

Word bro

King Conan

Talk about not growing up!

Owen

Same here

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