One two little three little putos to jack me they got the boot-o Taking no when push comes to shove 'Cause the niggas showed me no Step back punk 'cause I'm a What I you is the hardcore lingo Funky, but ya understand Now I gotta with the Glock in my hand No And there's no 'Cause I'm Out my .45 slug and it missin' it comes hissin' Here it hummin' at ya Now the is comin' at ya
One two little three hoodlums Gotta hit the ground 'cause the slug comes What do you know, click goes the gun 'em run boy, make 'em run boy, make 'em run
Cuando entro, es el fuerte to the gente 'Cause I'm in the mente Movin' em back, click-click 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 if you really want some of the chingazo Me caso you don't hear this lazo Cypress Hill, breaking you off a at ya Don't make me gatt ya Punk 'cause I will be comin' at ya
One little two little hoodlums Gotta hit the ground 'cause here the 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 Coming like the little indians Stompin' around on the on the plains 'Cause a like me is goin' insane In the So I maintain My What I gained Without my Not a damn So when I come bring That new style, break ya off like a chicken Buckooock! So you can just suck my a fat blunt, stoned is the way of the walk When I'm out the punk-ass creepin' I let the loose then I let the dogs sick 'em Graaah! don't make me catch ya Punk 'cause I will be comin' at ya
One little two three hoodlums hit the ground 'cause here the slug comes What do you know, click clack the gun Make 'em run boy, 'em run boy, make 'em run