CYPRESS HILL LYRICS - 3 Lil' Putos

"3 Lil' Putos"



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

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