3 Lil’ Putos

Lyrics

[Intro] (Live and direct) (Live and direct) (Live and direct) (Live and direct) [Verse 1: B-Real] 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 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 .45 slug and it ain't missin' Here it comes hissin' Here it comes hummin' at ya Now the slug is comin' at ya [Chorus: B-Real] 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 [Verse 2: Sen Dog and B-Real] 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 [Chorus: B-Real] 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 [Verse 3: B-Real] 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 nigga 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, nigga, don't make me catch ya Punk, 'cause I still will be comin' at ya [Chorus: B-Real] 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