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One little two three hoodlums Gotta hit the 'cause here the slug comes What do you know, click clack the gun Make 'em run boy, make 'em run boy, 'em run
Cuando entro, loonie es el to the gente 'Cause I'm in the mente Movin' em back, goes the gun Make 'em run boy, 'em run boy, make 'em run no fun When I got to break you off Of the psycobeta beatdown, boy you get we go Off for the Come if you really want of the chingazo Me caso you don't hear this lazo Hill, breaking you off a pedazo at ya Don't make me gatt ya 'cause I still will be comin' at ya
One little two little three Gotta hit the ground 'cause here the comes What do you know, clack goes the gun 'em run boy, make 'em run boy, make 'em run
When I come in, kickin' with a of the engines Coming like the little indians Stompin' on the ground on the plains 'Cause a nigga like me is insane In the So I gotta My What I gained my protection Not a damn So when I come just That new style, break ya off like a chicken Buckooock! So you can just suck my Like a fat blunt, stoned is the way of the When I'm Checkin' out the punk-ass I let the dogs loose I let the dogs sick 'em Graaah! Nigga don't make me ya Punk I still will be comin' at ya
One two little three hoodlums Gotta hit the ground here the slug comes What do you know, clack goes the gun Make 'em run boy, 'em run boy, make 'em run