Hand On The Glock Lyrics by Cypress Hill

Hand On The Glock Lyrics

    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 lot)
    Ya get the click of the glock
    When i pull of the chrome toy
    Check me and i'll check you back (check you back)
    Then jump back
    To my big buddah
    Like i'm not a bad guy
    But don't take advantage
    I'm throwin out the garbage
    Just show me where the can is
    All i was doin was searchin for the boon
    Then some punk tried to hit me with a broom
    Lucky i ducked quick
    Or else i'd be assed up
    Last thing i wanted
    Was have to pull the gatt out
    Here comes a nigga
    And he's got a .38
    Well my roundhouse said
    Hey yo
    I'm shootin up straight

    Cuz i put away the shotgun
    Borrow me a glock
    Took a liitle trip to the funky weed spot
    Tried to jack me
    But home got shot
    La-la-la-lalala-la!

    Understand where i'm commin from
    Self defense turns to the offense
    (right, were down, were down)
    Understand where i'm commin from
    Self defense turns to the offense
    (right, were down, were down)

    Couple niggas from the east side
    Fuckin up ya program
    No one witnissed
    But they heard the gun blast
    It left the problem unsolved
    Now i'm gonna sum up
    People gettin hurt in the process of the come up
    Gotta with the fools
    That'll wait for you to run up
    Rollin in the hood
    That's already shot up
    Pocket full of gatts
    And see if we can spot the
    Homey that's slick
    In the process of the dip
    When we find this out
    Gonna unload the clip!

    And take a little trip down to rio
    My neighboorhood's hot and so
    I gots to go chill

    Cuz i put away the shotgun
    Borrow me a glock
    Took a liitle trip to the funky weed spot
    Tried to jack me
    But home got shot
    La-la-la-lalala-la!

    Understand where i'm commin from
    Self defense turns to the offense
    (right, were down, were down)
    Understand where i'm commin from
    Self defense turns to the offense
    (right, were down, were down)

    Kickin' that funky cypress hill shit
    Think i'll load a clip
    Lets see if you can deal with
    Cuz the bulletproof vest ain't shit
    When the infrared's
    Pointin at your head kid
    And that's just to bad yo
    Now i'm headed up a river in a boat
    With no paddle
    Shoulda put the glock down (glock down)
    Now they got me in lock down
    Livin' like a nigga whose done lost his mind
    Cuz self defense turns to the offense
    But nobody even really knows that (knows that)
    All they see is me and the gatt
    Up in the court room
    Lookin at the jury
    Starin down the punk ass
    District attourney
    La-la-la-la-lala-la!
    Verdict's in
    You're not guilty as charged

    When i put away my shotgun
    Borrow me a glock
    Took a liitle trip to the funky weed spot
    Tried to jack me
    But home got shot
    La-la-la-lalala-la!

    Understand where i'm commin from
    Self defense turns to the offense
    (right, were down, were down)
    Understand where i'm commin from
    Self defense turns to the offense
    (right, were down, were down)

    (cypress hill...)

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