3 Lil' Putos

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 One little two little three lil' putos
 Tried to jack me they got the boot-o
 Taking no shit when push comes to shove
 'Cause the niggas showed me no love
 Step back punk 'cause I'm a Latino
 What I bring you is the hardcore lingo
 Funky but ya don't understand
 Now I gotta stand with the Glock in my hand
 No scope and there's no hope
 'Cause I'm dishin' out my four five slug and it ain't missin'
 Here it comes hissin', here it comes hummin' at ya
 Now the slug is comin' at ya
 One little two little three hoodlums
 Gotta hit the ground 'cause here the slug comes
 What do you know, click clack goes the gun
 Make 'em run boy, make 'em run boy, make 'em run
 Live and direct
 Live and direct
 Cuando entro, loonie es el fuerte speakin' to the gente
 'Cause I'm insane in the mente
 Movin' 'em back, click click goes the gun
 Make 'em run boy, make 'em run boy, make 'em run
 It's no fun when I got to break you off some
 Of the psycobeta beat down, boy you get done
 Serio here we go off for the muchacho
 Come if you really want some of the chingazo
 Me caso you don't hear this little lazo
 Cypress Hill, breaking you off a pedazo
 Humming at ya, don't make me come gatt ya
 Punk 'cause I still will be comin' at ya
 One little two little three hoodlums
 Gotta hit the ground 'cause here the slug comes
 What do you know, click clack goes the gun
 Make 'em run boy, make 'em run boy, make 'em run
 Live and direct
 Live and direct
 When I come in, kickin' with a vengeance
 Swift of the engines, coming like the three little Indians
 Stompin' around on the ground on the plains
 'Cause a nigga like me is goin' insane
 In the brain so I gotta maintain my direction
 What I mighta gained without my protection
 Not a damn thing so when I come just bring
 That new style, break ya off like a chicken wing
 Buckooock! So you can just suck my cock
 Like a fat blunt, stoned is the way of the walk
 When I'm peepin', checkin' out the punk-ass creepin'
 I let the dogs loose then I let the dogs sick 'em
 Graaah, nigga don't make me catch ya
 Punk 'cause I still will be comin' at ya
 One little two little three hoodlums
 Gotta hit the ground 'cause here the slug comes
 What do you know, click clack goes the gun
 Make 'em run boy, make 'em run boy, make 'em run
 Live and direct
 Live and direct
 Live and direct
 Live and direct
 Live and direct
 Live and direct