Murs - 67 Cutla** lyrics

In a 67 Cutla** we was riding through the desert with the I got a story y'all, from a bit ago I was out in AZ chilling with my n***a Ro' We was zoning out Couple dirty jokes, had the music up A little smokey smoke, he was getting blue as f** Stuff Back in the day, you know, times was kinda rough Way back, I was nowhere near my 30's Rap wasn't paying the bills, we was riding dirty Two pounds of brown weed, straight from [?] We was riding slow, watching for the federals Shoot, how can I forget, we had a half an ounce of shrooms 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 "Oh sh**! 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" "Sir, we already know who you are Mr. Carter could you please step out of the car?" "Mr. Carter could you please open up the trunk?" I said "Huh? Are you sure that's what you what?" I went to the trunk, and opened it up And from the look on his face I could tell that we were f**ed Ronin jumped up He said "Officer, that is not his weed" Knocked the cop off his feet and grabbed his 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 Then he sunk to his knees and bled He pa**ed out, face covered in red "Oh my God! Is he dead?" And then he started he crying No small feet, he wasn't a small guy How he fit a pig in the trunk, hogtied In a '67 cutla** we was riding through the desert Looking for a place to bury this new treasure Certified k**ers, 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 sh** man?"