Hand On The Glock (Live)

[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 click 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 fucking 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 shit

Think I'm mad enough to pull the money to chill with

'Cause a bulletproof vest ain't shit

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 nobody 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