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Hand On The Glock Cypress Hill cypress hill cypress hill cypress hill Crusing through the neighborhood Some say I'm no good Claimin I'm a criminal But lets make it understood Just one man man with a whole lot of homeboys (whole Boom Biddy Bye Bye Cypress Hill bye bye Put your ass on the floor an' don't ask why Boom biddy bye bye I put my Glock to your dome and you started to cry Boom biddy bye bye Any last prayers before you die Boom biddy bye bye Rock-a-bye Cock The Hammer Cypress Hill On a chicken-hunt, huntin' for a chicken Get paranoid when you hear my Glock clickin' Speakin' to the punk that's tweakin' With the bitch-ass styles I hit you like Deacon Jones house, cough without HAND ON THE PUMP Cypress Hill the pump left hand on a forty, puffin' on a blunt Pumped my shotgun, niggas didn't jump Lala la la lala la laaaa Comin' at you like a stiff blow, fuckin' up your program Ain't takin' shit from 3 Lil Putos Cypress Hill I'm a Latino What I bring you is the hardcore lingo Funky, but ya don't understand Now I gotta stand with the Glock in my hand No scope And there's no hope 'Cause I'm dishin' Out my .45 slug and Lil' Putos Cypress Hill bring you is the hardcore lingo Funky, but ya don't understand Now I gotta stand with the Glock in my hand No scope And there's no hope 'Cause I'm dishin' Out my .45 slug and it ain't missin' Here Lock Down Cypress Hill bring you is the hardcore lingo Funky, but ya don't understand Now I gotta stand with the Glock in my hand No scope And there's no hope 'Cause I'm dishin' Out my .45 slug and it ain't missin' Here Red, Meth & B (Feat. Redman & Method Man) Cypress Hill [Redman] Cypress Hill! Yo yo yo - all my niggas say jump up, doc broke out the kennel A dog on four paws spittin' out the window Jump up! Southland Killers (Feat. M.C. Ren & King Tee) Cypress Hill Punk ass niggas out here, nigga We some Southland Killers in this motherfucker Niggas all acrosss town, up in the suburbs While niggas makin' faces like The Rock on the curb Nigga People's Elbow, the Steel Magnolia (featuring Barron Ricks) (LP Version) Cypress Hill sting like bees, i smoke trees On the hilltops, clubshops and chilling overseas Take in the breeze, mr. freeze squeeze the trigger Killa g's got you week in the knees, to take it ea-sy! When The Sh-- Goes Down Cypress Hill Livin on phat pockets on flat wit tha gat rollin around nine deuce cadillac still got my homies to watch my back and they'll smoke ya ass if ya wanna come chat thats why some pigs an tha kids come When The Shit Goes Down Cypress Hill Livin on phat pockets on flat wit tha gat rollin around nine deuce cadillac still got my homies to watch my back and they'll smoke ya ass if ya wanna come chat thats why some pigs an tha kids come When The Ship Goes Down Cypress Hill When The Shit Goes Down rollin around nine deuce cadillac still got my homies to watch my back and they'll smoke ya ass if ya wanna come chat thats why some pigs an tha Throw Your Set In The Air Cypress Hill Down for ya neighborhood Workin up to a G with the flava Criminal behavior, on ya mind When I got ya back ya know I got ya back each and every time Throw ya set in the air, and wave it around like Lick A Shot Cypress Hill Zippedy do da, zippedy hey Cried oh my, wanna get that punk with my AK And get on the way On a mission, puffin' on a fat ass jay Prude! Hand On The Pump (Muggs' Blunted Mix) Cypress Hill 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 Whatta You Know Cypress Hill The nigga stole my dough So I reached in the closet for the 4-4 [Whatta you know?] Jus′ hold on, just wait a minute It′s gone, along with my big bad nickel-plated Whatta you know? I Ain`t Goin` Out Like That Cypress Hill It's da hoodlums I'm pullin' my gat out on all you bums So bring it on when you wanna come fight this Outlaw, I'll kick ya like Billy Ray Cypress Hill Kill, I'll bust that grill Grab Killafornia Cypress Hill strings, the Don King, only in America Then I hustle, and flex my muscle [Hustlers] --Yeah, man, I've been out here running game for eight years --I know I'm getting tired of standing on this What Go Around Come Around Cypress Hill Come on come on (time for some action) yeah yeah (time for some action) Come on come on (time for some action) yeah yeah (time for some action) Come on come on Drunk ass fool just a punk ass I Ain't Going Out Like That Cypress Hill It's da hoodlums I'm pullin' my gat out on all you bums So bring it on when you wanna come fight this Outlaw, I'll kick ya like Billy Ray Cypress Hill Kill, I'll bust that grill Grab my gat, and load What Go Around Come Around Kid Cypress Hill What Go Around Come Around, Kid (time for some action) yeah yeah (time for some action) Come on come on (time for some action) yeah yeah (time for some action) Come on come on Drunk ass Till Death Do Us Part Cypress Hill [B-Real] How many times have we been thru this I can tell you that it's getting harder everytime I try to resist We go way back and you held me down Helped my feet moving on the ground No matter what Let It Rain Cypress Hill body One body Somebody Some be testin' Keepin' 'em guessin' Smile on my face Got the Smith & Wesson Some be testin' Keepin' 'em guessin' Smile on my face Got the Smith & Wesson Some be Worldwide Cypress Hill step on my advance Catch a glance of the legendary brother who carries Your body and buries two more lyrics in styles varied Fool what? Valley Of Chrome Cypress Hill [B-Real] You can't hide from the man with the master plan Huntin for your head "How I Could Just Kill a Man" Ayo, where you at baby keep your head low, damn Got you on the camcorder in the black It Ain\'t Nothin\' (feat. Young De) Cypress Hill [Opening] [B-Real] I used to carry a glock On the waist line Man I don\'t waste time I\'m strong on the bass line You\'ll never taste mine See me on the screen Fuckers beggin\' for face time Tequila Sunrise cypress hill of the big score the night before Met the connect, who was impressively dressed In high fabrics With troops like Babe Ruth, up on the mezzanine Brandishing sub-machine guns, aye-yo It's all about Busted in the Hood Cypress Hill be All in the hood, I got no-bo-dy The sun is beatin down on my red dark hat Pigs are roamin through the alley so I gotta toss my gat Forgot about the sack, lookin for a place to hide If they ask Everybody Must Get Stoned Cypress Hill I got data on crazy shit for round the corner you know The homeboys and the brothers be slangin' this shit But anyway, (everybody must get stoned (x4)) You over there singin' some shit, talkin' 'bout