Cypress Hill - Busted In The Hood Lyrics
[B-Real]WELLLLLLLLLLLLLL... here's a little story, I got to tellAbout a thugged out homey, I know so wellIt started way back, when I was a teenIn the hood, on the corner, slangin dope to fiendsHad the little stash that could serve your needYou can do what you want but I got weed for meRidin for my fam, tryin to hit a grandCRASH unit on my ass, now I'm in demandOne lone-ly fami-ly I beAll in the hood, I got no-bo-dyThe sun is beatin down on my red dark hatPigs are roamin through the alley so I gotta toss my gatForgot about the sack, lookin for a place to hideIf they ask me for my name - ***** 'em, I'ma lie!"[Chorus]One O.G. gangsta I beBusted in the hood, I got no more weedPigs are comin down on my gangsta stashWhen they caught me with the weed, and the dope and hash[B-Real]He said a little somethin, I wasn't so impressedNo more runnin homey, now you're under arrestThe sack was in my hand, felt like a sack of bricksI swore he couldn't see it when I threw it in my whipHe said he wanted some, I said I don't have noneFound it in the sun on the floor next to my gunNext thing I saw was the gun to my headNow the lead will make me dead, and yo this is what he said[Sen Dog]My name is Sgt. Slacker with a license to kill (uh-huh)I think you know what time it is, it's time to get real (yea)Now what do we have here? A banger and his peers[B-Real]He cuffed my hand you understand he threatened me with tearsSorry mother*****er had his gun out with a grinYou think the story's over but it's ready to begin[Chorus][Sen Dog]Now I got your crack and most of your crewYou got a couple choices of what you can doBetter make the right decision if you know what I meanYou can do some time, or fork over your green[B-Real]I said I got no green he started lookin at me harderI said I don't have nothin you can go ***** your daughter (WHAT?)He hit me with the fist, he hit me with the gatHe put the night stick to my back, sooooooooooooooI think I'm done, the pig's got my gunIt isn't lookin good, I got ink on my thumbAnother pig walked in, said he's playin gamesHe gave another look at me, found out my false name[Chorus][B-Real]Sittin there pissed as I dwell in my cellThe place smells like shit, in the County JailHomey lookin at me like he seen me beforeHe started throwin up a set, then he spit on the floorI think ay-yeah yo, I know this kidIt's the same mother*****er *****tailed my cribThis dude said - get ready - pulled a shank on meI said c'mon homey you a bit too sloppyFool tried to stab me, socked him in the eyeThe guards yelled, "Give it up!" and let two flyThe guards said down and we hit the floorIf you make a move after you won't move no moreHe said I think you once again best protect ya neckI said eat a dick from me you don't get respectI said you wanna come with it, any time and placeAnd I'll leave you like Pacino with a Scar-on-ya-faceThey put him in the hole, and all the bullshit stoppedBut when his boy had beef, yeah he got droppedP.D. had no witness, D.A. dropped the loadI got probation for the gun and the dope, case closed[Chorus] - 2X 
