Cypress Hill - Cock The Hammer

I'm a chicken hawk (On a chicken-hunt), huntin' for a chicken Get paranoid when you hear my Glock clickin' Speakin' to the punk-ass victim(punk that's tweakin') With the bitch-ass styles I hit you like Deacon Jones house, cough without the bones I rolled ya up and smoked you like bones (cones) Split the seed and grow you like clones Don't start-me-up, cause I'm not the Rolling Stones But I get stoned with a little help from my friends With the (gubla), then I passed it round back to me again I can make you famous like Amos Same as the last punk, when I stuck the gatt up his anus Hear me growl: Grrra! Howl! I got the night vision just like the wise old owl I'm comin' ta fetch ya Yeah homes I'll wet ya (Yeah home direct ya) Bury them bones Under my home and Cock the hammer! Cock the hammer, it's time for action! Cock the hammer! Cock the hammer, it's time for action! With (Take) my weapon, step into a whole new realm And step back, as I take up the helm Of (On) the pirate ship I'm steerin' Jump into gear and (Droppin' the geran) Just realize what you're hearin' The cannon's soundin' (cannon sounded) That's my companions surroundin' (companion: surrounded) As my crew comes pounding (bounding) It's (As) the captain Afro-america Whole lotta gattin' With the loc'ed out latin Bust that (Busted!) You're a red beard with a musket Better duck (talk) quick 'cause ya might get dusted Your gatt looks rusted, disgusted Oh look away, look away boy as I rush it Yes I know that you can't withstand it Watch that ass cause punk I'll brand it With my (a) steel-toe, how you feel now When my boot stuck in that ass like a dildo Cry on a pillow, weeper that's willow The Hill got the steel (skill) for the static like brillo Hmmm, what you talkin' `bout punk Gimme room as I light up the boom Cock the hammer, wave the white banner Ever heard a gun (Glock) go `click' like a camera?