Lyrical Breakdown of 3 Lil' Putos - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "3 Lil' Putos" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Cypress Hill weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "3 Lil' Putos" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Cypress Hill employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Cypress Hill's narrative.

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Live and direct Live and direct Live and direct Live and direct One little two little three lil' 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 four five 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 Live and direct Live and direct 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 beat down, 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 Live and direct Live and direct 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 Live and direct Live and direct Live and direct Live and direct Live and direct Live and direct