One little two little three little Tried to jack me got the boot-o Taking no when push comes to shove 'Cause the showed me no love Step back punk I'm a Latino I bring you is the hardcore lingo Funky, but ya don't Now I stand with the Glock in my hand No And no hope I'm dishin' Out my .45 slug and it ain't it comes hissin' Here it comes at ya Now the slug is at ya
One two little three hoodlums Gotta hit the ground 'cause here the comes What do you know, click clack the gun Make 'em run boy, 'em run boy, make 'em run
Cuando entro, es el fuerte to the gente 'Cause I'm insane in the Movin' em back, click-click the gun Make 'em run boy, 'em run boy, make 'em run no fun When I got to you off some Of the psycobeta beatdown, boy you get we go Off for the Come if you really want some of the Me caso you don't hear this little Hill, breaking you off a pedazo at ya Don't make me come ya Punk I still will be comin' at ya
One little two three hoodlums hit the ground 'cause here the slug comes What do you know, clack goes the gun Make 'em run boy, make 'em run boy, 'em run
When I come in, kickin' a vengeance Swift of the Coming like the little indians Stompin' around on the ground on the a nigga like me is goin' insane In the So I maintain My What I mighta Without my Not a thing So when I just bring That new style, break ya off like a chicken Buckooock! So you can just my cock a fat blunt, stoned is the way of the walk When I'm Checkin' out the punk-ass I let the dogs loose I let the dogs sick 'em Graaah! don't make me catch ya Punk I still will be comin' at ya
One little two little three hit the ground 'cause here the slug comes What do you know, click goes the gun Make 'em run boy, make 'em run boy, 'em run