One little two little three putos Tried to jack me they got the Taking no shit when comes to shove 'Cause the niggas showed me no Step back 'cause I'm a Latino I bring you is the hardcore lingo Funky, but ya don't Now I gotta stand the Glock in my hand No And no hope 'Cause I'm Out my .45 slug and it missin' Here it hissin' Here it hummin' at ya Now the slug is at ya
One two little 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
Cuando entro, es el fuerte Speakin' to the I'm insane in the mente Movin' em back, click-click the gun 'em run boy, make '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 really want of the chingazo Me caso you don't this little lazo Hill, breaking you off a pedazo at ya Don't make me come ya Punk I still will be comin' at ya
One two little three hoodlums Gotta hit the ground 'cause here the slug do you know, click clack goes the gun Make 'em run boy, make 'em run boy, 'em run
When I in, kickin' with a vengeance Swift of the Coming like the three indians Stompin' around on the on the plains 'Cause a nigga like me is insane In the So I gotta My What I mighta my protection Not a damn So when I just bring That new style, break ya off like a chicken Buckooock! So you can just my cock Like a fat blunt, stoned is the way of the When I'm out the punk-ass creepin' I let the dogs then I let the dogs sick 'em Graaah! Nigga make me catch ya Punk I still will be comin' at ya
One little two little three Gotta hit the 'cause here the slug comes What do you know, click goes the gun Make 'em run boy, 'em run boy, make 'em run