[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