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Tytuł: Miami life

  • Wykonawca: Ras Kass
  • Wy¶wietleń: 340
Chorus:
  
   Miami Life, at any price, keep my pockets nice
   Eff the po-lice, Miami Life ain't nuttin nice
   Miami Life, at any price, keep my pockets nice
   Eff the po-lice, Miami Life ain't nuttin nice
  
   Verse One:
  
   I'm launchin rockets and SCUDs at Crockett and Tubbs
   [and Tye] full of more Rum than a [Mai-Tai] again despite high
   schoolin, I be high refusin to listen to what the PTA say
   Eff a four point oh GPA I got a five point oh GTA
   hittin the chop shop, with an ETA of 3 o'clock, so shake the spot
   like Luke and them girl with the Daisy Dukes
   Cuz life's a beach and I forever be wearin my bathing suit
   Met this Colombian mommy set a daddy, trap the cabbie
   with government permission, no DEA intervention
   Filthy rich and hit lines for recreation snortin coke up
   but Pinoche's rollin, cuz I don't know the next hoe be the loc'est
   You still can't teach me or reach me with history
   when the story is his, and who gets to be
   the future Pablo Escobar don't need a diploma
   Minimum wage the rest I'm livin whale like Jonah
  
   Chorus
  
   Verse Two:
  
   Walk these streets with more Heat than Alonzo Mourning
   Now how many toasters can these smokers keep pawning?
   My school days was like Porky's
   in class doin the butt, on the hallway ditchin
   Teacher's pet snitchin, but ain't no Miami Bass like the triple beam
   So fool please, I move MC's like old Z's
   I want more cheese than Kraft Ravioli
   Got love like Chachi and Joni micraphone Michael Corleone
   Only the homies really know me, but everybody
   want to dip in my Mixelplic [what part of the game is this?]
   Keepin CoInTelPro stickin into brothers like Velcro
   Fightin felony convictions, a closer shave than Norelco
   well though, stay and lose it, I'm still official
   [Why?] cuz I'm on a roll like toilet tissue
   [Rider] anything less would be uncivilized
   At any price... Miami Life...
  
   Chorus 2X
  
   Verse Three:
  
   Accept no Substitute
   And I'ma make it known The Specialist like Stallone
   and Sharon Stone watchin your spot get blown
   you don't even understand, I ain't scared of you motherfuckers
   [Senator Bob Dole] and C. Delores Tucker
   What the world needs is less free cheese
   More white collar J-O-B's, these ghetto MP's
   stretchin fools on the block for crack rock
   But part of power brokers is gettin over like unprotected sex with Oprah
   Float, like a Tournament of Roses parade
   Sting, like a bee, but of course
   I put my foot so deep in yo ass
   the water in my knee will quench your thirst, I got juice freshly squeezed
   Words 100 percent bom-Bay, made from more concentration than Minute Maid
   Renegade rhyme ride ruckus non-fiction me and my kin
   slippin mickies and puttin hickies on your chest
   I never been seen like the Loch Ness...
   ...monster, heh, and now a word from our sponsor
   Yeah, and now a word from our sponsor
  
   Chorus 2X