The sun is shining, phone is ringing, Siggi is calling
"I'm high, brother, let's go for a drive"
I come over, sitting in my SL 500
Thinking about the old times, Royal Bunker playing from the speakers
The sun is shining, phone is ringing, Siggi is calling
"I'm high, brother, let's go for a drive"
I come over, sitting in my SL 500
Thinking about the old times, Royal Bunker playing from the speakers

2002, mom gets food for her sons
Her half of the table is empty, because she doesn't want to buy anything
Mother says no, she's not hungry
My fries reflect in her beautiful wet eyes
I look in, my mom is crying
Because she gets us ice cream, but she gets herself nothing
I was too small to understand, I'm sorry
No more sorrow, no more fights, I'll soon be number one
The vodka goes ka-bumm in my head
That's why you pissers are not on my radar
I'm a bit hungover, watch how you talk
From today I have a song with Sido Baba
I don't care, most people talk about limits
Cops ticking off kilos, but
Dealing a tenner, these greasy-haired guys playing in casinos afterwards
Criminal path was once (was once)
Came home, no one was there (was there)
I will regret nothing
Because the state was never my father (no)
You're Clyde, I'm Bonnie
She says: "You're Pablo, baby, I'm Tata"
And this is not a feature, I don't do features
Just fulfilling the dream I had as a child

The sun is shining, phone is ringing, Siggi is calling
"I'm high, brother, let's go for a drive"
I come over, sitting in my SL 500
Thinking about the old times, Royal Bunker playing from the speakers
The sun is shining, phone is ringing, Siggi is calling
"I'm high, brother, let's go for a drive"
I come over, sitting in my SL 500
Thinking about the old times, Royal Bunker playing from the speakers

2002, I'm sitting on the train without a ticket
From MV to Schöneberg to the studio
Fed up, because the pockets are empty
Grass in the blood, hate in the heart
Yes, my friend, life is a son of a bitch
At home the police are ringing again
They ask where I am, and mom says she doesn't know
But where should I be, I'm killing time
Five people, two kebabs, at one in the morning
I knew: Either my album takes off
Or I'll soon be in jail
Either I'll soon get my Hak
Or I'll shoot you all
If nothing changes, even the drugs won't help anymore
But today you can't imagine what it would be like without me
I'm the father of this rap thing
It flows in my system
Ask the Juice and the Backspin
I saw many come and go
And today I'm driving around with Apache
Bacardi Rum in the cup
This hip-hop is my life
In case you ask why I do this

The sun is shining, phone is ringing, Siggi is calling
"I'm high, brother, let's go for a drive"
I come over, sitting in my SL 500
Thinking about the old times, Royal Bunker playing from the speakers
The sun is shining, phone is ringing, Siggi is calling
"I'm high, brother, let's go for a drive"
I come over, sitting in my SL 500
Thinking about the old times, Royal Bunker playing from the speakers

(Our vests are getting grayer like our blocks)
(It only gets worse, if you have the chance, then get out)
(Our vests are getting grayer like our blocks)
(It only gets worse, if you have the chance, then get out)

(Aaah)
(Aaah)

The sun is shining, phone is ringing, Siggi is calling
"I'm high, brother, let's go for a drive"
I come over, sitting in my SL 500
Thinking about the old times, Royal Bunker playing from the speakers
(Aaah)
(Aaah)

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