CYPRESS HILL - Hand On The Glock lyrics

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Cypress hill<br>Cypress hill<br>Cypress hill<br><br>Crusing through the neighborhood<br>Some say I'm no good<br>Claimin I'm a criminal<br>But lets make it understood<br>Just one man man with a whole lot of homeboys (whole lot)<br>Ya get the click of the glock<br>When I pull of the chrome toy<br>Check me and I'll check you back (check you back)<br>Then jump back<br>To my big buddah<br>Like I'm not a bad guy<br>But don't take advantage<br>I'm throwin out the garbage<br>Just show me where the can is<br>All I was doin was searchin for the boon<br>Then some punk tried to hit me with a broom<br>Lucky I ducked quick<br>Or else I'd be assed up<br>Last thing I wanted<br>Was have to pull the gatt out<br>Here comes a nigga<br>And he's got a .38<br>Well my roundhouse said<br>Hey yo<br>I'm shootin up straight<br><br>Cuz I put away the shotgun<br>Borrow me a glock<br>Took a liitle trip to the funky weed spot<br>Tried to jack me<br>But home got shot<br>La-la-la-lalala-la!<br><br>Understand where I'm commin from<br>Self defense turns to the offense<br>(right, were down, were down)<br>Understand where I'm commin from<br>Self defense turns to the offense<br>(right, were down, were down)<br><br>Couple niggas from the east side<br>Fuckin up ya program<br>No one witnissed<br>But they heard the gun blast<br>It left the problem unsolved<br>Now I'm gonna sum up<br>People gettin hurt in the process of the come up<br>Gotta with the fools<br>That'll wait for you to run up<br>Rollin in the hood<br>That's already shot up<br>Pocket full of gatts<br>And see if we can spot the<br>Homey that's slick<br>In the process of the dip<br>When we find this out<br>Gonna unload the clip!<br><br>And take a little trip down to rio<br>My neighboorhood's hot and so<br>I gots to go chill<br><br>Cuz I put away the shotgun<br>Borrow me a glock<br>Took a liitle trip to the funky weed spot<br>Tried to jack me<br>But home got shot<br>La-la-la-lalala-la!<br><br>Understand where I'm commin from<br>Self defense turns to the offense<br>(right, were down, were down)<br>Understand where I'm commin from<br>Self defense turns to the offense<br>(right, were down, were down)<br><br>Kickin' that funky cypress hill shit<br>Think I'll load a clip<br>Lets see if you can deal with<br>Cuz the bulletproof vest ain't shit<br>When the infrared's<br>Pointin at your head kid<br>And that's just to bad yo<br>Now I'm headed up a river in a boat<br>With no paddle<br>Shoulda put the glock down (glock down)<br>Now they got me in lock down<br>Livin' like a nigga whose done lost his mind<br>Cuz self defense turns to the offense<br>But nobody even really knows that (knows that)<br>All they see is me and the gatt<br>Up in the court room<br>Lookin at the jury<br>Starin down the punk ass<br>District attourney<br>La-la-la-la-lala-la!<br>Verdict's in<br>You're not guilty as charged<br><br>When I put away my shotgun<br>Borrow me a glock<br>Took a liitle trip to the funky weed spot<br>Tried to jack me<br>But home got shot<br>La-la-la-lalala-la!<br><br>Understand where I'm commin from<br>Self defense turns to the offense<br>(right, were down, were down)<br>Understand where I'm commin from<br>Self defense turns to the offense<br>(right, were down, were down)<br><br>(cypress hill...)<br><br>Break'em off some<br><br>Artist: cypress hill<br>Album: black sunday<br>Song: break em' off some<br><br>This one goes out to all you punk motherfuckers out there<br>Yeah, eat a bowl of dick'up fools!<br>Do ya wanna get crazy? <br>Commin atcha in 93'!<br><br>Through the car swings<br>The fireing pins go click<br>When I duck behind the trash bin<br>Ran out<br>Of ammo no doubt<br>My gatt is dry like a fuckin drought<br>Got to make my way home<br>Hit the gate and get my chrome<br>God damn this song<br>They got me cornered<br>Lemme just warn ya<br>I'll pull this trigga make your family mourn'ya<br>Boo-hoo!<br>Where ya gonna run to<br>When I pull out the scooby do<br>Run<br>Let me break ya off some<br>Hit the floor cuz it ain't no fun<br>But here they come<br>They must wanna get done<br>No frontin'<br>Punk I'll break ya off somethin!<br><br>1 2 3 that coppa goes down!<br>(break'em off some)<br><br>What the fuck I'm rollin<br>In a mack truck that's stolin<br>Guess what I'm holdin<br>Ammmo to bust my load<br>Still I'm easin on down<br>The yellow brick road<br><br>Whatta ya know? <br>A pig in a plain brown wrapper<br>He wanna bring me down<br>I'll hit that corna<br>Lemme just warn ya<br>I'll bring ya ass down<br>Make ya family mourn ya<br>21 gun saloot<br>Trying to take my loot<br>Don't make me shoot<br>I'll hit my blunt<br>And pass you a load<br>And punk<br>Let me break ya of something<br><br>(break em' off some)<br><br>I got to roll with the self control<br>In the green tank<br>When the shit unfolds<br>Hold up<br>I got it sewn up<br>Me and my niggas<br>Are about to blow up<br>Got the pigs on my tail<br>What they get<br>Is the hollow point shell<br>Caught in the sail<br>Servin my sentence<br>Got my apprentice<br>In the hood<br>But the nigga is senseless<br><br>Out on parol<br>Now the nigga has turned to my fold<br>Now the punk gotta go<br>That punk got shady<br>Woudn't repay me<br>Let the punk know that ya still can't fade me<br>Maybe the fucker would stop<br>But nuthin would stop me<br>From havin to break'em off something<br><br>On to the next spot kid<br>(break'em off some)<br>We ain't havin it yall<br>Ya know what I'm talkin bout<br>I'm about to break your ass of some'n!<br>Commin from a whamm-o<br>(break'em off some...)