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One little two three hoodlums Gotta hit the ground 'cause here the slug What do you know, clack goes the gun Make 'em run boy, 'em run boy, make 'em run
Cuando entro, loonie es el Speakin' to the '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 you off some 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 little lazo Cypress Hill, breaking you off a at ya Don't make me come ya Punk I still will be comin' at ya
One little two little hoodlums Gotta hit the ground 'cause the slug comes do you know, click clack goes the gun Make 'em run boy, 'em run boy, make 'em run
When I come in, kickin' with a of the engines Coming the three little indians Stompin' around on the on the plains 'Cause a nigga like me is 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 a chicken wing Buckooock! So you can just suck my Like a fat blunt, stoned is the way of the When I'm Checkin' out the creepin' I let the dogs then I let the dogs sick 'em Graaah! Nigga make me catch ya 'cause I still will be comin' at ya
One little two three hoodlums hit the ground 'cause here the slug comes What do you know, clack goes the gun Make 'em run boy, make 'em run boy, 'em run