CYPRESS HILL - Lil Putos lyrics

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Live and direct<br><br>One little two little three little putos<br>Tried to jack me they got the boot-o<br>Taking no shit when push comes to shove<br>'cause the niggas showed me no love<br>Step back punk 'cause I'm a latino<br>What I bring you is the hardcore lingo<br>Funky, but ya don't understand<br>Now I gotta stand with the glock in my hand<br>No scope<br>And there's no hope<br>'cause I'm dishin'<br>Out my .45 slug and it ain't missin'<br>Here it comes hissin'<br>Here it comes hummin' at ya<br>Now the slug is comin' at ya<br><br>One little two little three hoodlums<br>Gotta hit the ground 'cause here the slug comes<br>What do you know, click clack goes the gun<br>Make 'em run boy, make 'em run boy, make 'em run<br><br>Cuando entro, loonie es el fuerte<br>Speakin' to the gente<br>'cause I'm insane in the mente<br>Movin' em back, click-click goes the gun<br>Make 'em run boy, make 'em run boy, make 'em run<br>It's no fun<br>When I got to break you off some<br>Of the psycobeta beatdown, boy you get done<br>Serio<br>Here we go<br>Off for the muchacho<br>Come if you really want some of the chingazo<br>Me caso you don't hear this little lazo<br>Cypress hill, breaking you off a pedazo<br>Humming at ya<br>Don't make me come gatt ya<br>Punk 'cause I still will be comin' at ya<br><br>One little two little three hoodlums<br>Gotta hit the ground 'cause here the slug comes<br>What do you know, click clack goes the gun<br>Make 'em run boy, make 'em run boy, make 'em run<br><br>When I come in, kickin' with a vengeance<br>Swift of the engines<br>Coming like the three little indians<br>Stompin' around on the ground on the plains<br>'cause a nigga like me is goin' insane<br>In the brain<br>So I gotta maintain<br>My direction<br>What I mighta gained<br>Without my protection<br>Not a damn thing<br>So when I come just bring<br>That new style, break ya off like a chicken wing<br>Buckooock!!<br>So you can just suck my cock<br>Like a fat blunt, stoned is the way of the walk<br>When I'm peepin'<br>Checkin' out the punk-ass creepin'<br>I let the dogs loose then I let the dogs sick 'em<br>Graaah! nigga don't make me catch ya<br>Punk 'cause I still will be comin' at ya<br><br>One little two little three hoodlums<br>Gotta hit the ground 'cause here the slug comes<br>What do you know, click clack goes the gun<br>Make 'em run boy, make 'em run boy, make 'em run