Vice City (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: YeloHill]
Ayy, steppin' out of Cadillacs up in the West Coast
Pigtails, perms, Italian suits or the Jheri curls
Fresh up off the blade, sugar sugar tryna make a sale
Lookin’ around my section, Smith & Wesson grippin' while I bail (Westside)
Slidin' through the palm trees creepin’
You work your life away, you lookin' forward to the weekend
Boss up, n*gga, don't drown up in the deep end
Attacking the competition, these pus*y n*ggas be playin' defense
When I was young, I always looked up to that n*gga Pac
Pico Boulevard, I'm feelin' like I'm Magic Don
b*tch, you wanna f*ck with me, then I'ma need the guap
Twenty, forty, sixty thousand dollars, n*gga, never stop
(Don’t talk) You ain’t never hustled in the backstreets
Check a n*gga's status, playboy, f*ck a rap beat
Specialize in heavy artillery, not a athlete
Souped up Chevy ’6-4, don't at me

[Chorus: Hit-Town]
She love the way I f*ck, say I'm nasty (I'm nasty)
Get the f*ck out if you ain’t smashin' (b*tch)
This a ho house, get nasty
Money, pus*y, weed, gymnastics (Yeah)
I get b*tches, I f*ck hoes
Strippers, freaks, all kinds of hoes
Man, this sh*t is amazin' (Amazin')
Man, it feels good to be a gangsta
[Verse 2: Suga Free]
Bust it, b*tch, if I wanted you to say somethin'
I'd stick my arm way up your ass and work your mouth like a puppet
Perms, Cadillac, AOB
Pomona, California, they know me
Tattoo, uh, it ain't fair, but
n*gga flew to San Francisco for a haircut
Suga Free, f*ck their confusion
n*gga say, "It's a lot of love in the air"
I say, "That's why we got air pollution", haha
Strike her fast, 'til death do us apart
She gained six hundred pounds, are you still gonna wipe her ass?
My name's Smitty Piper
f*ck my high school sweetheart, marriage and her f*ckin' sh*tty diaper
Let him bust to me
I'm Suga Free the pimp, my name ain't Freddie f*ck for Free
Let her bare come a truce
I like the type of b*tch when I f*ck her, her hair don't come a-loose

[Chorus: Hit-Town]
She love the way I f*ck, say I'm nasty (I'm nasty)
Get the f*ck out if you ain't smashin' (b*tch)
This a ho house, get nasty
Money, pus*y, weed, gymnastics (Yeah)
I get b*tches, I f*ck hoes
Strippers, freaks, all kinds of hoes
Man, this sh*t is amazin' (Amazin')
Man, it feels good to be a gangsta
[Verse 3: Jay Worthy]
I'm the 16th letter, what you thought I was? (Thought I was)
Up in St. Nick house, on God I was (On Bloods, I was)
If the b*tch f*cked off, then she not the one (Not the one)
If she blow in a week, you can keep her, folk
Renegade b*tches like leeches, blood
Thinkin' this a rest haven for a heathen sl*t (Nah)
Tell a b*tch like this, I am not the one (Not the one)
Like Ice Cube said back in '91 ('91)
Or was it '89, yeah, probably so
I be a fast-talkin' pimp to a slow-movin' ho (Uh)
Wake her ass up like a bag of coke
Hit the blade was her thing, let her work the pole
It's the big capital P, like, ho, you know it's me
Ain't a damn thing change except the number on the feet
They done f*cked around and let me on a joint with Suga Free (Yee)
I'm goin' brazy, that b*tch better pay me, Worth

[Chorus: Hit-Town]
She love the way I f*ck, say I'm nasty (I'm nasty)
Get the f*ck out if you ain't smashin' (b*tch)
This a ho house, get nasty
Money, pus*y, weed, gymnastics (Yeah)
I get b*tches, I f*ck hoes
Strippers, freaks, all kinds of hoes
Man, this sh*t is amazin' (Amazin')
Man, it feels good to be a gangsta
[Outro: Hit-Town]
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