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Vice (4X) You have the right to remain silent Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law You have the right for an attorney If you do not, or cannot afford an attorney an attorney will be appointed to you - you are now under arrestCrime, it pays real niceBut what you really didn't know that crime pays twiceIt pays once in money, twice in yearsin the jail cell, tryin to hide your tearsAnd the trip bad, cause you tried to get richin the graveyards, or in the shallow ditchIt's money or time so make up your mindVice (6X) [Miami!] Vice, Vice Vice (6X) [Miami!] Vice, ViceVice (6X)Fraud, the girl he adoredTurned out to be another dirty old broadTook all the money, told all the liesI heard she even, slept with other guysNothing she wouldn't do for a dollar or twoBut every lie she told he knew to be trueHe loves his honey, but she loved moneySongtexte Vice (6X)Talk about ya-yo, uhh, it's everywhere you goThey said in Miami it'll never snowNow it's snow in the palm trees, snow on the sandIt snows all day, for sixty dollars a gramNow they're strung out and high, hung out to dryThe air that they breathe the food that they buyThey think that they can fly, but that's a white lieVice (6X) [Miami!] vi-vi-vice, vi-vi-vi-vi-vice [Miami!]Vice (6X) Vice, ViceVice (6X) ViceVice (6X)The mob, a full time jobKnown to extort and steal or robStarted as a hitman, lookin for wealthAnd now he's the boss workin for his selfFor all the blood money that he did earnIt made him take lives with no concernBut soon he would learn that next is his turnProstitution, it's a low down shameHow any girl, would want to play that gameFrom pillow, to post, a sidewalk hostBut the lady's got a condo out on the coastShe thought that the hole, was better than goldNow she worked on her back til she got too oldLayin down on the job, has made her a slob, uhh Vice (6X)It's a stickup, so throw your hands in the airAnd don't, ah put em down, keep em way up thereJust let me your wallet empty all your pocketsGot a itchy trigger finger and I'm gonna cock itMy eyes got wide as they pulled awayI said, 'Who are you the cops?' He began to say'No I'm Clint Eastwood, make my day... get in the car!'Homicide is on the rise, and it's no surpriseThe bums are in the alleyways tryin to take livesPeople burglarize then suicidal criminals are never idleCourt procedures at your leisures eight finger Visas circle seizuresCon man fencer, arson is a tripTake all the fingerprints, and give him the bookAnd then hope that the judge don't let him off the hook, uh!(more variations on the word 'Vice' to the end) Aus Songtexte Mania