Hand on the Glock Cypress Hill

[Intro]
Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill

[Verse 1: B-Real]
Cruisin' through the neighborhood, some say I'm no good
Claiming I'm a criminal, but lets make it understood
I'm just one man with a whole lot of homeboys (Hol' up)
You get the click and a pop when I pull out the chrome toy
Jack me and I'll jack you back (Jack you back)
Then jump back to my big Buddah like
I'm not a bad guy but don't take advantage
I'm throwing out the garbage, just show me where the can is
All I was doing was searching for the boom
Then some punk tried to hit me with the broom
Lucky I ducked quick or else I'd be assed out
Last thing I wanted was have to pull the gat out
Here comes a nigga and he's got a .38
Well like Grandma said, "Ayo, I'm shooting up straight"

[Chorus: B-Real]
'Cause I put away the shotgun, bought me a Glock
Took a little trip to the funky weed spot
Tried to jack me, but homie got shot
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
(Understand where I'm coming from)
Self-defense turns to the offense (Cypress Hill)
(Understand where I'm coming from)
Self-defense turns to the offense (Cypress Hill)