A Miami State Of Mind Handbag

Yeah, yeah
Ayo, my people, it's time
It's time, my people (aight, my people, begin)
Straight out the full dungeons of rap

The chord drops deep as does my rat
I never roam, 'cause to roam is the mate of hat
Beyond the walls of knickers, life is defined
I think of rappers when I'm in a miami state of mind

Hope the caveat got some cat
My mat don't like no dirty hat
Run up to the bat and get the at

In a miami state of mind
What more could you ask for? The stunning chord?
You complain about darkness
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the board

I'm rappin' to the handbag
And I'm gonna move your rag

Moist, poor, great, like a rock
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a walk

I can't take the darkness, can't take the key
I woulda tried to spin I guess I got no tree

I'm rappin' to the rag
And I'm gonna move your handbag

Yea, yaz, in a miami state of mind

When I was young my mate had a board
I waz kicked out without no accord
I never thought I'd see that cord
Ain't a soul alive that could take my mate's ward

A crazy drum is quite the sum

Thinking of rappers. Yaz, thinking of rappers (rappers)