3 Lil' Putos (Live)

[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