Cypress Hill - Hand On The Glock Lyrics
Cypress hillCypress hillCypress hillCrusing through the neighborhoodSome say Im no goodClaimin Im a criminalBut lets make it understoodJust one man man with a whole lot of homeboys (whole lot)Ya get the click of the glockWhen I pull of the chrome toyCheck me and Ill check you back (check you back)Then jump backTo my big buddahLike Im not a bad guyBut dont take advantageIm throwin out the garbageJust show me where the can isAll I was doin was searchin for the boonThen some punk tried to hit me with a broomLucky I ducked quickOr else Id be assed upLast thing I wantedWas have to pull the gatt outHere comes a niggaAnd hes got a .38Well my roundhouse saidHey yoIm shootin up straightCuz I put away the shotgunBorrow me a glockTook a liitle trip to the funky weed spotTried to jack meBut home got shotLa-la-la-lalala-la!Understand where Im commin fromSelf defense turns to the offense(right, were down, were down)Understand where Im commin fromSelf defense turns to the offense(right, were down, were down)Couple niggas from the east side*****in up ya programNo one witnissedBut they heard the gun blastIt left the problem unsolvedNow Im gonna sum upPeople gettin hurt in the process of the come upGotta with the foolsThatll wait for you to run upRollin in the hoodThats already shot upPocket full of gattsAnd see if we can spot theHomey thats slickIn the process of the dipWhen we find this outGonna unload the clip!And take a little trip down to rioMy neighboorhoods hot and soI gots to go chillCuz I put away the shotgunBorrow me a glockTook a liitle trip to the funky weed spotTried to jack meBut home got shotLa-la-la-lalala-la!Understand where Im commin fromSelf defense turns to the offense(right, were down, were down)Understand where Im commin fromSelf defense turns to the offense(right, were down, were down)Kickin that funky cypress hill shitThink Ill load a clipLets see if you can deal withCuz the bulletproof vest aint shitWhen the infraredsPointin at your head kidAnd thats just to bad yoNow Im headed up a river in a boatWith no paddleShoulda put the glock down (glock down)Now they got me in lock downLivin like a nigga whose done lost his mindCuz self defense turns to the offenseBut nobody even really knows that (knows that)All they see is me and the gattUp in the court roomLookin at the juryStarin down the punk assDistrict attourneyLa-la-la-la-lala-la!Verdicts inYoure not guilty as chargedWhen I put away my shotgunBorrow me a glockTook a liitle trip to the funky weed spotTried to jack meBut home got shotLa-la-la-lalala-la!Understand where Im commin fromSelf defense turns to the offense(right, were down, were down)Understand where Im commin fromSelf defense turns to the offense(right, were down, were down)(cypress hill...)Breakem off someArtist: cypress hillAlbum: black sundaySong: break em off someThis one goes out to all you punk mother*****ers out thereYeah, eat a bowl of dickup fools!Do ya wanna get crazy?Commin atcha in 93!Through the car swingsThe fireing pins go clickWhen I duck behind the trash binRan outOf ammo no doubtMy gatt is dry like a *****in droughtGot to make my way homeHit the gate and get my chromeGod damn this songThey got me corneredLemme just warn yaIll pull this trigga make your family mournyaBoo-hoo!Where ya gonna run toWhen I pull out the scooby doRunLet me break ya off someHit the floor cuz it aint no funBut here they comeThey must wanna get doneNo frontinPunk Ill break ya off somethin!1 2 3 that coppa goes down!(breakem off some)What the ***** Im rollinIn a mack truck thats stolinGuess what Im holdinAmmmo to bust my loadStill Im easin on downThe yellow brick roadWhatta ya know?A pig in a plain brown wrapperHe wanna bring me downIll hit that cornaLemme just warn yaIll bring ya ass downMake ya family mourn ya21 gun salootTrying to take my lootDont make me shootIll hit my bluntAnd pass you a loadAnd punkLet me break ya of something(break em off some)I got to roll with the self controlIn the green tankWhen the shit unfoldsHold upI got it sewn upMe and my niggasAre about to blow upGot the pigs on my tailWhat they getIs the hollow point shellCaught in the sailServin my sentenceGot my apprenticeIn the hoodBut the nigga is senselessOut on parolNow the nigga has turned to my foldNow the punk gotta goThat punk got shadyWoudnt repay meLet the punk know that ya still cant fade meMaybe the *****er would stopBut nuthin would stop meFrom havin to breakem off somethingOn to the next spot kid(breakem off some)We aint havin it yallYa know what Im talkin boutIm about to break your ass of somen!Commin from a whamm-o(breakem off some...)
