"Live and direct"
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One little two little three little putos
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Tried to jack me they got the boot-o
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Taking no shit when push comes to shove
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'Cause the niggas showed me no love
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Step back punk 'cause I'm a Latino
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What I bring you is the hardcore lingo
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Funky, but ya don't understand
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Now I gotta stand with the Glock in my hand
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No scope
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And there's no hope
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'Cause I'm dishin'
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Out my .45 slug and it ain't missin'
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Here it comes hissin'
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Here it comes hummin' at ya
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Now the slug is comin' at ya
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One little two little three hoodlums
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Gotta hit the ground 'cause here the slug comes
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What do you know, click clack goes the gun
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Make 'em run boy, make 'em run boy, make 'em run
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Cuando entro, loonie es el fuerte
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Speakin' to the gente
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'Cause I'm insane in the mente
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Movin' em back, click-click goes the gun
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Make 'em run boy, make 'em run boy, make 'em run
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It's no fun
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When I got to break you off some
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Of the psycobeta beatdown, boy you get done
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Serio
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Here we go
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Off for the muchacho
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Come if you really want some of the chingazo
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Me caso you don't hear this little lazo
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Cypress Hill, breaking you off a pedazo
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Humming at ya
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Don't make me come gatt ya
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Punk 'cause I still will be comin' at ya
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One little two little three hoodlums
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Gotta hit the ground 'cause here the slug comes
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What do you know, click clack goes the gun
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Make 'em run boy, make 'em run boy, make 'em run
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When I come in, kickin' with a vengeance
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Swift of the engines
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Coming like the three little indians
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Stompin' around on the ground on the plains
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'Cause a nigga like me is goin' insane
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In the brain
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So I gotta maintain
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My direction
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What I mighta gained
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Without my protection
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Not a damn thing
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So when I come just bring
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That new style, break ya off like a chicken wing
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Buckooock!!
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So you can just suck my cock
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Like a fat blunt, stoned is the way of the walk
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When I'm peepin'
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Checkin' out the punk-ass creepin'
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I let the dogs loose then I let the dogs sick 'em
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Graaah! Nigga don't make me catch ya
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Punk 'cause I still will be comin' at ya
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One little two little three hoodlums
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Gotta hit the ground 'cause here the slug comes
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What do you know, click clack goes the gun
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Make 'em run boy, make 'em run boy, make 'em run
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Lil Putos
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| Cypress Hill |
