Lil Dušan-Vice City-(Mix: 20, and Scale: Major) (Official audio).
Hook Vice City! Verse 1 Yo, I touch down in Vice City, fresh out the pen Pink suit, gold chain, motherfucker lookin' like a walking sin Ocean Drive rollin', Testarossa gleamin' under neon lights Bitch, this ain't Miami, this my empire—pay respect or catch these .45s Forelli family trippin', they want me dead, but I'm built different I flip the script, turn the tables, leave 'em floatin' in the fuckin' ocean, stiff Tommy Vercetti, the name ring bells from Liberty to this vice grip Coke, cash, and chaos—welcome to my world, take a hit or get dismissed Hook Vice City! Verse 2 Lance Vance on the passenger side, talkin' slick with that fake-ass grin One wrong move, I'll put a bullet in his spine, watch his betrayal end Motorcycle jumpin' over bridges, cops on my tail, sirens blarin' I flip the bird, hit the nitro—fuck the police, I'm forever darin' Strip club shawty dancin' on the pole, throwin' hundreds like confetti She whisper "Tommy, take me home," but I'm too busy stackin' this spaghetti Ricardo Diaz think he hard? I smoke that fool in his own crib Explosive personality—boom, now his mansion lookin' like a sieve Verse 3 Midnight, starin' at the stars from my waterfront estate Remember when I was just a errand boy? Now I own this fuckin' state Love Fist concert blastin', groupies backstage tryna get a taste But I'm focused on the paper—expand the empire, leave no trace Phil Cassidy blowin' shit up, love his crazy redneck ass We ride dirty, guns blazin', turn the highways to a body cast Vice City never sleeps, and neither do I—eternal grind From the dirt to the top, Tommy Vercetti—legend in these streets, blind Hook Vice City!
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Hook Vice City! Verse 1 Yo, I touch down in Vice City, fresh out the pen Pink suit, gold chain, motherfucker lookin' like a walking sin Ocean Drive rollin', Testarossa gleamin' under neon lights Bitch, this ain't Miami, this my empire—pay respect or catch these .45s Forelli family trippin', they want me dead, but I'm built different I flip the script, turn the tables, leave 'em floatin' in the fuckin' ocean, stiff Tommy Vercetti, the name ring bells from Liberty to this vice grip Coke, cash, and chaos—welcome to my world, take a hit or get dismissed Hook Vice City! Verse 2 Lance Vance on the passenger side, talkin' slick with that fake-ass grin One wrong move, I'll put a bullet in his spine, watch his betrayal end Motorcycle jumpin' over bridges, cops on my tail, sirens blarin' I flip the bird, hit the nitro—fuck the police, I'm forever darin' Strip club shawty dancin' on the pole, throwin' hundreds like confetti She whisper "Tommy, take me home," but I'm too busy stackin' this spaghetti Ricardo Diaz think he hard? I smoke that fool in his own crib Explosive personality—boom, now his mansion lookin' like a sieve Verse 3 Midnight, starin' at the stars from my waterfront estate Remember when I was just a errand boy? Now I own this fuckin' state Love Fist concert blastin', groupies backstage tryna get a taste But I'm focused on the paper—expand the empire, leave no trace Phil Cassidy blowin' shit up, love his crazy redneck ass We ride dirty, guns blazin', turn the highways to a body cast Vice City never sleeps, and neither do I—eternal grind From the dirt to the top, Tommy Vercetti—legend in these streets, blind Hook Vice City!