One Time

It was a Saturday night
We was on our way to the studio
The cops pulled us over on the road
You know the usual
Metaphor on the front
My nigga Z got the blunt
Yo, pass me the evidence so I can throw it in the trunk
Cause if we get outta this one
It's just gon' be our luck
Y'know the narcs don't give a fuck
They just lookin' for someone to bust
I smell the bacon as they walkin' up
I wasn't nervous much
Two walked up on east side
We all looked at him like "Wassup?