"Live and direct"       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