One little two little three little 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 .45 slug and it ain't missin'
 Here it comes hissin'
 Here it comes hummin' at ya
 Now the slug is 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
 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 beatdown, 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
 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
 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