Interlude Lyrics

{*dial tone, numbers being dialed*}

[Music playing softly in background]

[Line Ringing]

[Man on phone]
Sup?

[Mr. Criminal]
What's up homey? You ready to go drop this track? Or what dawg?

[Man on phone]
Yeah, you know the figures for the... I gotta pick up the sax fool so you can blow it. You know what I mean?

[Mr. Criminal]
Yeah, I'm on my way overthere to Cesar's pad dawg, about to hook up on some bomb ass crank dawg head overthere.
Roll up the fuckin' joint, dawg & drop this track dawg let's do this shit.

[Man on phone]
5 for sure fool.

[Mr. Criminal]
Alright homey, lay it.