Lyrical Breakdown of Hand On the Pump - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Hand On the Pump" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Cypress Hill weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Hand On the Pump" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
  • Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Cypress Hill employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
  • Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Cypress Hill's narrative.

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Well I'm an alley cat

Some say a dirty rat

On my side is my gat

See I'm all of that

Spittin' out buck shots, for I'm gonna wetcha

Running hard, but I'm still coming to getcha

Thinking 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, this is going boo-ya

You're stuck in my hood, so what ya gonna do now?

Being the hunted one is no fun

Here I come son

Yo I think you better run

Better run more, and move a little faster

Second of thought and I'm coming to blast ya

With my

Sawed off shotgun, hand on 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 you him or no man

Master mind maniac and a menace

Oh, how they want to pass a sentence

All because a nigga tried to play me on the trigger

He missed

So now the nigga's hist'

Rude and crude like a pitbull

Get to the point, your fuckin' going to get pulled

Now, I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle

And I'm handin' out beatdowns

I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle

And I'm handin' out beatdowns

Get your face down!

Put me in chains

Try to beat my brains

I can get out, but the grudge remains

When I see ya punk ass, I'm gonna get ya

Gatt ya

Fucking do ya

Shotgun goes boo-ya!

Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump

Left hand on a forty, puffin' on a blunt

Pumped my shotgun, niggas didn't jump

Lala la la lala la laaaa

Kickin' that funky Cypress Hill shit,

Think I'll light another for the blunted to chill with

'Cause I'm the chill one

Known to get ill when

They stepped to the Hill

'What's up?', I had to kill one

Now I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle

And they got me on lock down

Headed up the river with a boat and no paddle

And they got me on lock down

Livin' like a nigga who done lost his mind

'Cause I ain't goin out like a spineless jellyfish

Some say life is a bitch

Ask that punk who dug his own ditch

Up on the Hill fuckin' up at a party

Tried to get funny, put a hole in his body

Lala la la lala la laa

Look at all of those funeral cars

'Cause I'm a

Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump

Left hand on a forty, puffin' on a blunt

Pumped my shotgun, niggas didn't jump

Lala la la lala la laaaa