| I got a story y’all from a bit ago
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| I was out in AZ chilling with my nigga Ro'
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| We’re leaving Tucson, huh, we was rolling out
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| On the way to L.A. to kick it, we was zoning out
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| Couple jokey jokes, had the music up
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| A little smokey smoke, he was getting blue as fuck
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| And in the trunk, let’s just say we had a little stuff
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| Back in the day, you know, times was kinda rough
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| Way back, I was nowhere near my 30s
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| Rap wasn’t paying the bills, we was riding dirty
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| Two pounds of brown weed, straight from Nogales
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| We was riding slow, watching for the federales
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| And oh shit, how can I forget?
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| We had a half an ounce of shrooms in the car to split
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| I was smoking cigarettes and he was riding high
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| That’s when the sheriff car came riding by
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| We wasn’t speeding, he didn’t have a reason
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| He still pulled us over, now I’m fearing for my freedom
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| And «Oh shit! |
| The shrooms! |
| Hurry up and eat them»
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| He took half and I took half and threw the bag under the seat and uhm
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| «Hello officer, what will you be needing?
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| License, registration, I’m sure you wanna see em»
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| He said, «Sir, we already know who you are
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| Mr. Carter could you please step on outta of the car?»
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| I did it thinking, «What the fuck does he want»
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| «Mr. |
| Carter could you please open up the trunk?»
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| I said «Huh? |
| Are you sure that’s what you what?»
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| Alright I just got to get the keys from out the front
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| I went to Ronin, I gave him the sign like
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| «Nigga you know this weed ain’t mine»
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| Besides I’m only 5'9, a buck 45
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| I go to the pen, there’s no way that I survive
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| I went to the trunk and opened it up
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| And from the look on his face I could tell that we were fucked
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| Then Ronin jumped up, the cop said, «Freeze!»
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| He said «Officer, that is not his weed»
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| Then he started running full speed
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| Knocked the cop off his feet and grabbed the two piece
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| I stood for a second, thinking, «Should I run with him?»
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| The cop stood up, I stuck my foot out and tripped him
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| He fell and hit his head on the edge of the trunk
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| Then he sunk to his knees and bled
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| He passed out, face covered in red
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| Ronin ran back screaming, «Oh my God! |
| Is he dead?»
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| And then he started crying, «Sweet Jesus
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| Help me pull his body around the side so they can’t see us»
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| No small feat, he wasn’t a small guy
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| How he fit a pig in the trunk, hogtied
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| Threw the keys to Ro' and hop back in the Olds-
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| Mobile, turn the key and now we rolling down the hill
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| In a '67 Cutlass we was riding through the desert
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| Looking for a place to bury this new treasure
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| Now we certified killers, small-time drug traffickers
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| Won’t be long till the helicopter’s after us
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| We found a spot to dig us a ditch then
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| The chopper came out, and the shrooms kicked in
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| «Oh, yo, Ro', you feel that shit man?» |