3 Lil Putos Lyrics by Cypress Hill

3 Lil Putos Lyrics

    "Live and direct"

    One little two little three little putos
    Tried to jack me they got the boot-o
    Taking no shit when push comes to shove
    'Cause the niggas 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 .45 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-click 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
    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 gained
    Without my protection
    Not a damn thing
    So when I come just bring
    That new style, break ya off like a chicken wing
    Buckooock!!
    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
    Graaah! 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

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