One little two three little putos Tried to me they got the boot-o Taking no shit when comes to shove 'Cause the showed me no love Step back 'cause I'm a Latino What I bring you is the lingo Funky, but ya understand Now I stand with the Glock in my hand No And no hope I'm dishin' Out my .45 slug and it ain't Here it comes Here it hummin' at ya Now the slug is at ya
One two little three hoodlums Gotta hit the ground 'cause here the slug What do you know, click goes the gun Make 'em run boy, 'em run boy, make 'em run
Cuando entro, es el fuerte to the gente 'Cause I'm insane in the Movin' em back, click-click the gun Make 'em run boy, 'em run boy, make 'em run no fun When I got to you off some Of the beatdown, boy you get done we go Off for the Come if you want some of the chingazo Me caso you don't hear this little Cypress Hill, you off a pedazo at ya Don't make me come ya Punk I still will be comin' at ya
One little two three hoodlums Gotta hit the ground here the slug comes What do you know, click clack the gun Make 'em run boy, 'em run boy, make 'em run
I come in, kickin' with a vengeance Swift of the like the three little indians Stompin' on the ground on the plains 'Cause a like 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 wing Buckooock! So you can just suck my Like a fat blunt, is the way of the walk I'm peepin' Checkin' out the punk-ass I let the dogs then I let the dogs sick 'em Graaah! Nigga make me catch ya Punk 'cause I will be comin' at ya
One little two little three 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