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vice city (remix) - yelohill, suga free & jay worthy 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 p*ssy 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, p*ssy, 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, p*ssy, 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 d*mn 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

- yelohill suga free jay worthy lyrics

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