Carlifornia & morten
Interlude Pt. 1
[Songtext zu „Interlude Pt. 1“]

[Sample 1]

[Sample 2]
Now, I was broke as a motherfucker, my life at the end see
My so called friends, they had no ends to lend me
My job at Mickie Ds was fuckin' me with no grease
I worked so fuckin' hard, but the money, it never increased
I quit my fuckin' job, I had no job, n***a
Put on the mask, get the Glock, it's time to rob, n***a
I hit the streets, but no victim had been chosen
Damn, I was nervous, but my fear wouldn't stop my strollin'

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[?], let you n***as [?], you know what I'm saying
Yo, my n***a [?] from [?] way left off, they don't sell no thing
And [?] big [?] this shit, so if you're a big boy, come on with me
As I open the doors to the plane