3 Lil' Putos

(Live and direct)

(Live and direct)

(Live and direct)

(Live and direct)

One little, two little, three little putos

Tried to jack me, they got the boot though

Takin' no shit when push comes to shove

'Cause 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 pychobeta 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, breakin' you off a pedazo

Hummin' at ya

Don't make me come gat 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

Rev up the engines

Comin' like the three little engines

Stompin' around on the ground on the plains

'Cause a **** like me is goin' insane

In the brain

So I gotta maintain my direction

What am I to gain without my protection?

Not a damn thing

So when I come, just bring

That new style, break ya off like a chicken wing (Bucock)

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

Graah, ****, 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