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One little two little three Gotta hit the ground 'cause here the slug do you know, click clack goes the gun Make 'em run boy, make 'em run boy, 'em run
Cuando entro, loonie es el Speakin' to the 'Cause I'm insane in the Movin' em back, goes the gun 'em run boy, make 'em run boy, make 'em run no fun When I got to you off some Of the psycobeta beatdown, boy you get we go Off for the Come if you want some of the chingazo Me you don't hear this little lazo Cypress Hill, breaking you off a at ya Don't make me come ya Punk I still will be comin' at ya
One little two little hoodlums Gotta hit the 'cause here the slug comes What do you know, click clack the gun 'em run boy, make 'em run boy, make 'em run
When I come in, kickin' with a Swift of the Coming the three little indians Stompin' around on the ground on the 'Cause a nigga me is goin' insane In the So I maintain My What I mighta Without my Not a thing So when I come just That new style, break ya off like a wing Buckooock! So you can just my cock Like a fat blunt, stoned is the way of the I'm peepin' Checkin' out the creepin' I let the dogs loose I let the dogs sick 'em Graaah! Nigga don't me catch ya Punk I still will be comin' at ya
One two little three hoodlums Gotta hit the ground here the slug comes What do you know, clack goes the gun 'em run boy, make 'em run boy, make 'em run