67 Cutlass - Murs

I got a story y’all from a bit ago

I was out in AZ chilling with my nigga Ro'

We’re leaving Tucson, huh, we was rolling out

On the way to L.A. to kick it, we was zoning out

Couple jokey jokes, had the music up

A little smokey smoke, he was getting blue as fuck

And in the trunk, let’s just say we had a little stuff

Back in the day, you know, times was kinda rough

Way back, I was nowhere near my 30s

Rap wasn’t paying the bills, we was riding dirty

Two pounds of brown weed, straight from Nogales

We was riding slow, watching for the federales

And oh shit, how can I forget?

We had a half an ounce of shrooms in the car to split

I was smoking cigarettes and he was riding high

That’s when the sheriff car came riding by

We wasn’t speeding, he didn’t have a reason

He still pulled us over, now I’m fearing for my freedom

And «Oh shit!

The shrooms!

Hurry up and eat them»

He took half and I took half and threw the bag under the seat and uhm

«Hello officer, what will you be needing?

License, registration, I’m sure you wanna see em»

He said, «Sir, we already know who you are

Mr. Carter could you please step on outta of the car?»

I did it thinking, «What the fuck does he want»

«Mr.

Carter could you please open up the trunk?»

I said «Huh?

Are you sure that’s what you what?»

Alright I just got to get the keys from out the front

I went to Ronin, I gave him the sign like

«Nigga you know this weed ain’t mine»

Besides I’m only 5'9, a buck 45

I go to the pen, there’s no way that I survive

I went to the trunk and opened it up

And from the look on his face I could tell that we were fucked

Then Ronin jumped up, the cop said, «Freeze!»

He said «Officer, that is not his weed»

Then he started running full speed

Knocked the cop off his feet and grabbed the two piece

I stood for a second, thinking, «Should I run with him?»

The cop stood up, I stuck my foot out and tripped him

He fell and hit his head on the edge of the trunk

Then he sunk to his knees and bled

He passed out, face covered in red

Ronin ran back screaming, «Oh my God!

Is he dead?»

And then he started crying, «Sweet Jesus

Help me pull his body around the side so they can’t see us»

No small feat, he wasn’t a small guy

How he fit a pig in the trunk, hogtied

Threw the keys to Ro' and hop back in the Olds-

Mobile, turn the key and now we rolling down the hill

In a '67 Cutlass we was riding through the desert

Looking for a place to bury this new treasure

Now we certified killers, small-time drug traffickers

Won’t be long till the helicopter’s after us

We found a spot to dig us a ditch then

The chopper came out, and the shrooms kicked in

«Oh, yo, Ro', you feel that shit man?»