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letra de hand on the glock (live) - cypress hill & london symphony orchestra

[orchestral intro]
understand where i’m coming from

[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 (whole lot!)
you get the cl!ck and a pop when i pull out the chrome toy
jack me and i’ll jack you back
then jump back in the 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 to have to pull the gat out
here comes a puto and he’s got a .38
but like grandma said, “ayo, i’m shooting up straight”

[chorus: b-real]
when 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) yeah
understand where i’m coming from
(self-defense turns to the offense)
[verse 2: sen dog]
from the east side f-cking up the program
no one witnessed but they heard the gun blast
left the problem unsolved, now i’m gonna sum up
how people getting shot in the process of the come up
gotta a lot of fools that you already shot up
rolling through the hood that you already run up
going through the hood and see if we can spot the
one we let slip in the process of the tip
when i find his ass, i’m gonna unload the clip
and take a little trip down to rio
now my hood’s hot so i got to go chill, y’all

[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) yeah
understand where i’m coming from
(self-defense turns to the offense)

[verse 3: b-real]
kickin’ that funky cypress hill sh-t
think i’m mad enough to pull the money to chill with
’cause a bulletproof vest ain’t sh-t
when the infrared’s pointing at your head, kid
and that’s just too bad, yo (bad, yo)
now i’m headed up the river with a boat and no paddle
should’ve put the glock down (glock down)
now they got me in lockdown (come on!)
livin’ like a loco that done lost his mind
but self-defense turns to the offense
but n0body even really knows that
all they see is me and the gat
up in the courtroom looking at the jury
starin’ down the punk-ass district attorney
la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
verdict’s in and i’m guilty as charged
[chorus: b-real]
when 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
hey, understand where i’m coming from
(self-defense turns to the offense) uh
understand where i’m coming from
(self-defense turns to the offense) what?
you understand where i’m coming from
(self-defense turns to the offense) hey
understand where i’m coming from
(self-defense turns to the offense)

[orchestral outro]

thank you, thank you
we came to break you off some

- cypress hill london symphony orchestra

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