Chords for Cypress Hill - Busted In The Hood

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Well, here's a little story I [F#] got to tell about a thug that, homie, I know so well.
It started way back when I was a teen, in the hood, on the corner slinging dope to fiends.
Had the little stash that could serve your needs.
You can do what you want, but I got weed for me.
Find it for my fam, trying to hit a grand, crash unit on my ass, [F#] now I'm in demand.
One lonely family I feed.
All in the hood, I got no bop.
The sun is beating down on my red-clawed hat.
Pigs are roaming through the alley, so I gotta cross my gap.
Forgot about the sack, looking for a place to hide.
If they ask me for my name, [C#] fuck them, I'ma lie.
One OG gangster I be.
Rusted in the hood, I got no more weed.
Pigs are coming down on my gangster stash.
Honey, come and put the weed in the dope and hash.
Said a little something, I wasn't so impressed.
No more running, homie, now you're under arrest.
The sack was in my hand, felt like a sack of pricks.
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 [F#] in the sun, on the floor next to my gun.
Next thing I saw were the guns to my head.
Now the lead will make me dead, [C#] and yo, this is what he said.
My name is Sergeant Slacker with a license to kill.
I think you [F#m] know what time it is, it's time to get real.
Now what do [F#] we have here?
A banger and his peers.
I speak off my hand, you understand he threatened me with ears.
Sorry, motherfucker, had us gunned out with a grin.
You think [C#] the story's over, but it's ready to begin.
[F#] One OG gangster I be.
Rusted in the hood, I got no more weed.
Pigs are coming down on my gangster stash.
Honey, come and put the weed in the dope and hash.
Now I got you cracking 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't do it's a time of fuck over your green.
I said I got no green, he started looking at me harder.
I said I don't have nothing, you can go fuck your daughter.
He hit me with a fist, he hit me with a gat.
He put the nightstick to my back, so I think I'm done.
The pig's got my gun, it isn't looking good, I got ink on my thumb.
Another pig walked in, said he's playing games.
He gave another look at me, found out my full name.
One OG gangster I be.
Rusted in the hood, I got no more weed.
Pigs are coming down on my gangster stash.
Honey, come and put the weed in the dope and [E] hash.
Sitting there pissed as I'm dwelling my cell.
The place smells like shit in the [G] county jail.
Homie looking at me like he seen me [D#m] before.
He started throwing up a stack, then he spit on the [G] floor.
I think, aye, yeah, yo, I know this kid.
It's [N] the same motherfucking cocktail.
My crib, this dude said, get ready.
Hold the [D] shank for me.
I said, come on, homie, you a bit too [F#] sloppy.
Fool tried to stab me, socked him in the eye.
The guards yelled, give it up, and let you fly.
The guards sat down, then we hit the floor.
You make a move after you won't move no more.
He said, I see you once again, best protect your neck.
I said, eat a dick from me, you don't get respect.
I said, you wanna come with it anytime you play.
And I'll leave you like Pacino with a scar [C#] on your face.
They put him [F#] in the hole, and all the bullshit stopped.
[F#m] But when this boy had feet, yeah, he got dropped.
DD had no witness, DA dropped the load.
I got probation for the gun, and the [G] dope case closed.
1-0-G, Gangsta IV.
Busted in the hood, I got no more weed.
Pigs are coming down on my gangsta stash.
When they caught me with the weed and the dope and hash.
1-0-G, Gangsta IV.
Busted in the hood, I got no more weed.
Pigs are coming down on my gangsta stash.
When they caught me with the weed and the dope and hash. _ _ _