Lil' Putos Lyrics - Cypress Hill

Live and direct 

Live and direct 

Live and direct 

Live and direct 

One little two little three lil' putos 

Tried to jack me they got the boot-o 

Taking no shit when push comes to shove 

'Cause the niggas 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 four five slug and it ain't missin' 

Here it comes hissin', here it comes hummin' at ya 

Now the slug is comin' at ya 

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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 

Live and direct 

Live and direct 

Cuando entro, loonie es el fuerte 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 beat down, 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 

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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 

Live and direct 

Live and direct 

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 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 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 

Graaah, 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 

Live and direct 

Live and direct 

Live and direct 

Live and direct 

Live and direct 

Live and direct