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,