Lyrics
Ain’t no heart like yours
Ain’t no drive like mine
Drive like I’m Dale Earnhardt but times five
In a crowd quite like the one I rock right now now now now now now now now now
now now now
I still shout «Fuck *» everywhere I go
Back when I was younger with a yo-yo
Old soul, snotty nose, still miss the old fro
Still miss the old crew, girls in the go go
Fifty cent drink, street lights meant popo
Dat meant drive 50 or stay the fuck home
Fuck on, friends or foe
Fuck it, give me Folgers
Pour dark liquor with women who got a motor
They strip, drink Henny, it’s cool, invite them over
I’m flawed, fuck it, got them all jumpin
Got them all in here like they on something
What’s your vice, dammit?
We in Vice City
What’s your vice, dammit?
We in Vice City
Get yo vice when you up in Vice City
What’s yo vice when you up in Vice City?
What’s your vice, dammit?
We in Vice City, like
Let me hear you like
(ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
Let me hear you like
(ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
Let me hear you like
(ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
Bought a Benz still nigga in a coupe
Bought a Porsche still a nigga in it too
But of course, Imma think that these
Luxury things that I cop might hide my truth
Margiela belt, jackets
I’ve been a hood classic
I’ve been a rude bastard
With money-filled mattresses
This magic fuck banks
Boy, I got a shoe box
My pops told me, stick n' move
Now I move with 2 Glocks
A middle finger never folded
A Tec or Motorola
A girl that bounce that ass
For me my men 'n all my soldiers
Vice City, devils' playground
I got no time to play now
Cause every nigga’s gonna be a star
To pimp a caterpillar
Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey
First rule of Vice City:
You don’t say shit about Vice City!
We got drugs, we got liquor
We got money, we got women
We got drugs, we got liquor
We got money, we got women
Vice City
We got drugs, we got liquor
We got money, we got women
We got drugs, we got liquor
We got money, we got women
Vice City