Busted in the Hood Cypress Hill

[B-Real]
Well 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, slanging dope to fiends
Had the little stash that could serve your need
You can do what you want but I got weed for me
Riding for my fam, trying to hit a grand
CRASH unit on my ass, now I'm in demand
One lonely family I be
All in the hood, I got nobody
The sun is beatin down on my red dark hat
Pigs are roaming through the alley so I gotta toss my gat
Forgot about the sack, looking for a place to hide
If they ask me for my name - fuck 'em, I'mma lie

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One O.G. gangster I be
Busted in the hood, I got no more weed
Pigs are coming down on my gangster stash
When they caught me with the weed and the dope and hash

[B-Real]
He said a little something, I wasn't so impressed
No more running 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