3 Lil Putos Lyrics

One little, two little, three little putos Tried to jack me they got the boot, oh Taking no shit when push comes to shove 'Cause the nigga showed me no love
Step back punk 'cause, I'm a Latino What I bring you is the hardcore lingo Funky, but ya don't understand Now I gotta stand with the glock in my hand
No scope and there's no hope 'Cause I'm dishin' out my 4 5 slug and it ain't missin' Here it comes hissin', here it comes hummin' at ya Now the slug is comin' at ya
One little two little three hoodlums Gotta hit the ground 'cause here the slug comes What do you know, click clack goes the gun Make 'em run boy, make 'em run boy, make 'em run
Cuando entro, loonie es el fuerte speakin' to the gente 'Cause I'm insane in the mente Movin' em back, click clack goes the gun Make 'em run boy, make 'em run boy, make 'em run
It's no fun, when I got to break you off some Of the psycobeta beatdown, boy you get done Serio, here we go off for the muchacho Come if you really want some of the chingazo
Me caso, you don't hear this little lazo Cypress Hill, breaking you off a pedazo [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/3-lil-putos-lyrics-cypress-hill.html ] Humming at ya, don't make me come gatt ya Punk 'cause I still will be comin' at ya
One little two little three hoodlums Gotta hit the ground 'cause here the slug comes What do you know, click clack goes the gun Make 'em run boy, make 'em run boy, make 'em run
When I come in, kickin' with a vengeance Swift of the engines, coming like the three little Indians Stompin' around on the ground on the plains 'Cause a nigga like me, is goin' insane
In the brain, so I gotta maintain my direction What I mighta gain without my protection Not a damn thing, so when I come just bring that New style break ya off like a chicken wing
So you can just suck my cock Like a fat blunt, stoned is the way of the walk When I'm peepin', checkin' out the punk ass creepin' I let the dogs loose then I let the dogs sick 'em
Nigga, don't make me catch ya punk 'Cause I still will be comin' at ya
One little two little three hoodlums Gotta hit the ground 'cause here the slug comes What do you know, click clack goes the gun Make 'em run boy, make 'em run boy, make 'em run