Cypress Hill Lyrics

Album: Till Death Do Us Part

Busted In The Hood Lyrics

[B-Real]

 WELLLLLLLLLLLLLL... here's a little story, I got to tell

 About a thugged out homey, I know so well

 It started way back, when I was a teen

 In the hood, on the corner, slangin dope to fiends

 Had the little stash that could serve your need

 You can do what you want but I got weed for me

 Ridin for my fam, tryin to hit a grand

 CRASH unit on my ass, now I'm in demand

 One lone-ly fami-ly I be

 All in the hood, I got no-bo-dy

 The sun is beatin down on my red dark hat

 Pigs are roamin through the alley so I gotta toss my gat

 Forgot about the sack, lookin for a place to hide

 If they ask me for my name - fuck 'em, I'ma lie!" 

 

 [Chorus]

 One O.G. gangsta I be

 Busted in the hood, I got no more weed

 Pigs are comin down on my gangsta stash

 When they caught me with the weed, and the dope and hash

 

 [B-Real]

 He said a little somethin, I wasn't so impressed

 No more runnin homey, now you're under arrest

 The sack was in my hand, felt like a sack of bricks

 I swore he couldn't see it when I threw it in my whip

 He said he wanted some, I said I don't have none

 Found it in the sun on the floor next to my gun

 Next thing I saw was the gun to my head

 Now 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 tears

 Sorry motherfucker had his gun out with a grin

 You think the story's over but it's ready to begin

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Sen Dog]

 Now I got your crack and most of your crew

 You got a couple choices of what you can do

 Better make the right decision if you know what I mean

 You can do some time, or fork over your green

 

 [B-Real]

 I said I got no green he started lookin at me harder

 I said I don't have nothin you can go fuck your daughter (WHAT?)

 He hit me with the fist, he hit me with the gat

 He put the night stick to my back, soooooooooooooo

 I think I'm done, the pig's got my gun

 It isn't lookin good, I got ink on my thumb

 Another pig walked in, said he's playin games

 He gave another look at me, found out my false name

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [B-Real]

 Sittin there pissed as I dwell in my cell

 The place smells like shit, in the County Jail

 Homey lookin at me like he seen me before

 He started throwin up a set, then he spit on the floor

 I think ay-yeah yo, I know this kid

 It's the same motherfucker cocktailed my crib

 This dude said - get ready - pulled a shank on me

 I said c'mon homey you a bit too sloppy

 Fool tried to stab me, socked him in the eye

 The guards yelled, "Give it up!" and let two fly

 The guards said down and we hit the floor

 If you make a move after you won't move no more

 He said I think you once again best protect ya neck

 I said eat a dick from me you don't get respect

 I said you wanna come with it, any time and place

 And I'll leave you like Pacino with a Scar-on-ya-face

 They put him in the hole, and all the bullshit stopped

 But when his boy had beef, yeah he got dropped

 P.D. had no witness, D.A. dropped the load

 I got probation for the gun and the dope, case closed

 

 [Chorus - 2X]