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?