Hand On The Clock Lyrics - 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 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 

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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) 

Photos 

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) 

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