One little two little three putos to jack me they got the boot-o Taking no shit when push to shove 'Cause the niggas showed me no Step back punk 'cause I'm a I bring 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 slug and it ain't it comes hissin' Here it comes at ya Now the is comin' at ya
One little two little three Gotta hit the ground 'cause here the comes do you know, click clack goes the gun Make 'em run boy, make 'em run boy, '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, make 'em run boy, 'em run no fun When I got to break you off Of the beatdown, boy you get done we go Off for the Come if you really some of the chingazo Me caso you don't hear this lazo Cypress Hill, breaking you off a at ya Don't make me come ya Punk 'cause I will be comin' at ya
One little two little three Gotta hit the ground 'cause here the comes do you know, click clack goes the gun Make 'em run boy, make 'em run boy, 'em run
When I come in, with a vengeance of the engines Coming the three little indians around 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 come 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 out the punk-ass creepin' I let the dogs then I let the dogs sick 'em Graaah! Nigga don't make me ya Punk 'cause I will be comin' at ya
One little two three hoodlums Gotta hit the ground 'cause the slug comes What do you know, click clack the gun 'em run boy, make 'em run boy, make 'em run