One little two three little putos Tried to me they got the boot-o no shit when push comes to shove 'Cause the niggas showed me no Step back 'cause I'm a Latino What I bring you is the lingo Funky, but ya don't Now I gotta stand the Glock in my hand No And no hope 'Cause I'm Out my .45 slug and it missin' Here it hissin' Here it hummin' at ya Now the slug is at ya
One little two little three Gotta hit the ground 'cause the slug comes What do you know, click clack the gun 'em run boy, make 'em run boy, make 'em run
Cuando entro, es el fuerte to the gente 'Cause I'm insane in the Movin' em back, goes the gun Make 'em run boy, 'em run boy, make 'em run no fun When I got to break you off Of the beatdown, boy you get done we go Off for the Come if you really some of the chingazo Me you don't hear this little lazo Cypress Hill, breaking you off a at ya Don't make me gatt ya Punk I still will be comin' at ya
One little two three hoodlums hit the ground 'cause here the slug comes What do you know, clack goes the gun Make 'em run boy, make 'em run boy, 'em run
When I come in, with a vengeance Swift of the Coming like the three little Stompin' on the ground on the plains 'Cause a like me is goin' insane In the So I maintain My I mighta gained Without my Not a thing So when I come bring That new style, break ya off a chicken wing Buckooock! So you can just suck my Like a fat blunt, is the way of the walk When I'm Checkin' out the creepin' I let the dogs loose then I let the sick 'em Graaah! Nigga don't make me ya Punk 'cause I still will be at ya
One little two three hoodlums Gotta hit the 'cause here the slug comes What do you know, click goes the gun 'em run boy, make 'em run boy, make 'em run