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"3 Lil' Putos (Live)" is a track by Cypress Hill, from the album Black Sunday Live At The Royal Albert Hall, released 6th June 2025. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Intro] (Live and direct) [Verse 1: B-Real] One little, two little, three little putos Tried to jack me, they got the boot though Takin' no shit when push comes to shove 'Cause a homie showed me no love Step back, punk, 'cause I'm a Latino What I bring though 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 [Chorus: B-Real] One little, two little, three hoodlums Better hit the ground 'causе here the slug comеs What do you know? Click-clack goes the gun Make 'em run, boy, make 'em run, boy Make 'em run [Post-Chorus: Sen Dog & B-Real] We are live and direct The incredible Cypress Hill We are live and direct The one and only Cypress Hill [Verse 2: Sen Dog and B-Real] Cuando entro por que te cuente 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 Ain't no fun when I got to break off some Of the psychobeta beatdown, boy, you get done Serio, here we go, come for the muchacho I don't think you really want none of these putazos En caso you don't hear this, lil' asshole Cypress Hill breakin' you off a pedazo Hummin' at ya, don't make me come gat ya, punk 'Cause I still will be comin' at ya [Chorus: B-Real] One little, two little, three hoodlums Better 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 [Post-Chorus: Sen Dog & B-Real] We are live and direct The incredible Cypress Hill We are live and direct The one and only Cypress Hill [Verse 3: B-Real] When I come in, kickin' with a vengeance Revvin' up the engines Comin' like ten free little Indians Movin' around stompin' ground on the plains 'Cause a homie like me is goin' insane In the brain So I gotta maintain my direction What am I to gain without my protection? Not a damn thing so when I come Just bring that new style Break ya off like a chicken wing (Bucock) Now 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 Graah, homie, don't make me catch ya Punk, 'cause I still will be comin' at ya [Chorus: B-Real] One little, two little, three hoodlums Better hit the ground 'cause here the slug comes Moving it back click-clack goes the gun Make 'em run, boy, make 'em run, boy Make 'em run [Post-Chorus: Sen Dog & B-Real] We are live and direct The one and only Cypress Hill We are live and direct The almighty Cypress Hill [Outro] (Live and direct) (Live) (Live and direct) Yeah (Live and direct) We are live and direct (Live and direct) (Live, live) (Live and direct) (Live and direct) Thank you so much Give it up for the London Symphony They have been kicking ass this whole time Yes, indeed. And our conductor, Troy, he is also killing it Give it up! And now, this joint right here Y'all should take this to heart, right? And embed it in your mind and then go to action
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