Miami Vice, all my cocaine dreamers

Ya know

Miami Vice, Pusha spit this shit for yallHere we go

Youngin don′t make my sales rise

I shoot you out ya Chuckers

Pusha hear the whispers of all you motherfuckers

Papa said stay free of them suckers

Minus the wicked jumper

Street balla like the Rucker

Skip To My Lou if you lookin for a couple

Roosters in the duffle

Keep the hood screaming Cock-a Doodle Doo fuckers

Coke by the ton, rap niggas I'm the one

With basic rhyme pattern, how the fuck you tryin to chatta

ASIC ass rappers, got ′em runnin' for they life

I philosophize about Glocks and ki's

Niggas call me young black Socrates, West Indies

Bitch drop to knees quick (what)

With dreams of being a rich man′s bitch

Feel sorry for niggas, pull triggas and they shit click

So many bullets jammed in my shit, should call me lead-fist (leftist)

Shake the diamonds out my wrists

Mama I′m so sorry, I'm so obnoxious

I dont fear Tubbs & Crockett

Mama I′m so sorry, I'm so obnoxious

Got 2 hot rocks in my pocket

Mama I′m so sorry, I'm so obnoxious

Big home, palm trees, and watches

Mama I′m so sorry, I'm so obnoxious

My only accomplice is my conscience

Youngin, learn from me, let's not be at odds

Were more like than not, 2 peas of a pod

Same hustle, cept my hustle now flows

I once gave it away, at 30 grams a O

That accounts for all them days in the cold

Feels like kids and cake mix, can′t wait to lick the bowl

But it′s a bigger picture, homes trust I done seen it

From Frankfurt to Cologne, Oslo to Sweden

From Italy's Milan to the shores of Napoli

Now I consider Ferrari and Salvador Dali′s

I'm no longer local, my thoughts are global

Thats why I seem distant, son expand ya vision

Even adored by Norwegian woman, blonde hair and blue eyes

I′m gettin back with a vengeance

Whip it like they want me all attached to the kitten

And they wonder in these raps if I'm kiddin... huh

Mama I′m so sorry, I'm so obnoxious

I dont fear Tubbs & Crockett

Mama I'm so sorry, I′m so obnoxious

Got 2 hot rocks in my pocket

Mama I′m so sorry, I'm so obnoxious

Big home, palm trees, and watches

Mama I′m so sorry, I'm so obnoxious

My only accomplice is my conscience

Miami Vice

Sorry heavenly father, once again I hate to bother

It′s P the evil creeper send some to the Grim Reaper

Meanwhile, me and my mrs. like Soloman and Sheeba

Sign of the times her Emilio Pucci sneakers. huh

Ghetto literature, I'd damn near die for Bolivia

It dont take much to get rid of ya, once I send for ya

Better call the minister... yuugh

I′m sorry Grandmama for mistakes I have made

When I aired family business, how you put me in my place

Even my baby mama, I can't look you in the face

Cuz I can't do enough, you a symbol of God′s grace

So I place you in the flower bed, porcelain shower heads

Throughout the house and keep the youngin′s mouthes fed

And when I'm gone, I hope it is said

I gave structure to the youth by the example I lead huh

Mama I′m so sorry, I'm so obnoxious

I dont fear Tubbs & Crockett

Mama I′m so sorry, I'm so obnoxious

Got 2 hot rocks in my pocket

Mama I′m so sorry, I'm so obnoxious

Big home, palm trees, and watches

Mama I'm so sorry, I′m so obnoxious

My only accomplice is my conscience

Miami Vice