One little two little three little Tried to jack me got the boot-o no shit when push comes to shove 'Cause the niggas me no love Step punk 'cause I'm a Latino What I bring you is the hardcore Funky, but ya don't Now I stand with the Glock in my hand No And no hope 'Cause I'm Out my .45 and it ain't missin' it comes hissin' Here it hummin' at ya Now the slug is at ya
One little two three hoodlums Gotta hit the ground here the slug comes What do you know, click goes the gun Make 'em run boy, make 'em run boy, 'em run
Cuando entro, loonie es el Speakin' to the 'Cause I'm in the mente em back, click-click goes the gun Make 'em run boy, 'em run boy, make 'em run no fun When I got to break you off 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 Hill, breaking you off a pedazo at ya Don't make me gatt ya Punk I still will be comin' at ya
One little two three hoodlums Gotta hit the ground 'cause here the comes What do you know, clack goes the gun Make 'em run boy, 'em run boy, make 'em run
When I come in, with a vengeance of the engines Coming like the little indians Stompin' on the ground on the plains 'Cause a nigga me is goin' insane In the So I maintain My What I mighta my protection Not a thing So when I just bring That new style, break ya off like a chicken Buckooock! So you can suck my cock a fat blunt, stoned is the way of the walk When I'm Checkin' out the punk-ass I let the dogs then I let the dogs sick 'em Graaah! don't make me catch ya Punk I still will be comin' at ya
One little two little hoodlums Gotta hit the ground 'cause the slug comes What do you know, clack goes the gun Make 'em run boy, make 'em run boy, 'em run