Dj Muggs - 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 sh** when push comes to shove Cause a n***a 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, loaded is the cuete 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 Come for the muchacho I don't think you really want some of these chingazos 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 n***a 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 s** my co*k Like a fat blunt, stoned is the way of the walk When I'm peepin' Checkin' out the punk-a** creepin' I let the dogs loose then I let the dogs sick 'em Graaah! n***a 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