Vice City Stories

[Verse: Koncept Jack$on]
Yo
Razzle dazzle, I serve the grams in halves only
That's half the battle, the ratchets copped the castle
Always say I'd go ghost; Casper
Count dough in laughter, extract like chromosomes and mastered the flow
You so-called "foes" rascals, you're throwing shambles
I phone roles to get the dome pamper
My choc' low and hoes be the squadron of late
Clark Wallies, might rock em today
The stoned bastard, old fashioned
Bitches say he selfish, never helped shit
Ain't yell when I gave you Ls and paid for your nails, bitch
Swell tits milk, favorite dish; selfish
Butt naked posted in the kitchen; helpless
When her husband walked in I only had the good socks on
He smelled sex, the alpha male switched
Tail between legs, well shit
Latin mommies call me Pendejo
White girls scream "Go to hell, prick", swell

[Chorus: Fly Anakin]
Yuh
Aye let the vibes control of your mind
Because in due time, my team will shine
We gon' get paid for these rhymes, asking "Who, why?"
The presence is felt, crackers smile at the bitches, senile
That's what the paper do, aye
Aye let the vibes control of your mind
Because in due time, my team will shine
We gon' get paid for these rhymes, asking "Who, why?"
The presence is felt, crackers smile at the bitches, senile
That's what the paper do