One little two three little putos Tried to jack me they got the Taking no when push comes to shove 'Cause the niggas me no love Step back punk I'm a Latino What I you is the hardcore lingo Funky, but ya don't Now I gotta stand the Glock in my hand No And there's no 'Cause I'm Out my .45 and it ain't missin' Here it hissin' Here it comes at ya Now the is comin' at ya
One two little three hoodlums Gotta hit the ground here the slug comes What do you know, clack goes the gun Make 'em run boy, make 'em run boy, 'em run
Cuando entro, loonie es el to the gente 'Cause I'm in the mente em back, click-click goes the gun Make 'em run boy, make 'em run boy, '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 caso you don't hear this lazo Cypress Hill, you off a pedazo at ya Don't make me gatt ya Punk 'cause I still be comin' at ya
One little two little hoodlums Gotta hit the 'cause here the slug comes What do you know, clack goes the gun 'em run boy, make 'em run boy, make 'em run
When I come in, kickin' with a Swift of the Coming like the little indians Stompin' around on the ground on the 'Cause a nigga like me is goin' In the So I maintain My What I mighta Without my Not a thing So when I come bring new style, break ya off like a chicken wing Buckooock! So you can just my cock a fat blunt, stoned is the way of the walk When I'm out the punk-ass creepin' I let the dogs loose I let the dogs sick 'em Graaah! Nigga don't me catch ya Punk 'cause I will be comin' at ya
One little two little 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