Miami Life

Chorus: Miami Life, at any price, keep my pockets right Eff the po-lice, Miami Life ain't nuttin nice Miami Life, at any price, keep my pockets right 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 girls with the Daisy Dukes Cuz life's a beach and I forever be wearin my bathing suit Met this Colombian mami, said her daddy trafficked cavi With government permission, no DEA intervention Filthy rich and did lines for recreation snortin coke up But Pinoche's rollin, cuz I don't know the next ho 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, or in 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 OZ's I want more cheese than Kraft Ravioli Got love like Chachi and Joni microphone 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'mma 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 powder 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