TV 80's
Back when there was
Bars on every corner
Of Trife vice city
Ballers wore
Cuban links
With checks
On the sneaks
And there was
Plenty of meets
Whenever I link
With my Cuban peeps
They a thousand deep
Storming Peruvian Embassy
90 Miles of ocean
Stepping with dry feet
Sand crystal like coke
From Cigarette boats
With Sativa Chiba smokes
I Made that bargain
At the mutiny
Coconut grove
Draped in guavetta clothes
Throwing back colatas
As the coppers Riding
Mugging By how
The rolex shining
Tell he's shooken
Surrounded around
Immigrant cowboys
Fresh from el Mariel
With Friends printed
On paper with faces
White like him
Pero gringo tiene una
Problema porque ayos
No hablen english
Quite like him
All bets in
This Tv City
Where the odds wins
Economy unstable
From all the funny money
Immigrants with
Foreign currency prints
Americans with
Unauthorized exchange
All for some cane
Jobs wasn't worth
It's pay now
Picture the pain
Hungry days
The crib without a/c
It's always hot
Up in dade
Sun on a blaze
White powder
Black power
Equals Substance
In baggies or
Crack viles
Exotics and
Town cars
Running 100 miles
Per hour
Speeds boats racing
Like willie Falcon
Miami's favorite child
Ask the police department
Dark like
The heart of the city
Of over town
Just look at it's condition
The main highway
Runs thru all
Colored town
Overlooking
The poverty
That's around
Get you blinded
Neon lights Bright vibrant
Fast Bougie bitches
Speed boats coastin
It Feels like TV 80's
It Feels like TV 80's
Shyt
Ever since
That war
At dadeland mall
With the FBI boys
The hustle went spiral
You couldn't tell who played
Or referee'd the game
Everybody was paid
Money wasn't nothing
Just Ask the plug
Who Dropped out
Of Miami high
They Selling base
No drum pads
Fiends running laps
Like a greyhound
37 Avenue
A ruff course
But dawg
Some called it crime
Others called it survive
Racism within the city
Be suited undercover
Disguised As officers
Not upholding justice
That's Why we riot
Till the city gains liberty
Word to McDuffie
Then Holla at Shem
And for this land
We goin Do it my way
Or have it your way
Like Yahweh Ben Yahweh
Have you murked
On own property
Your wifey
Debbie Harry
Rush rushing
With the yayo
Get you blinded
Neon lights Bright vibrant
Fast Bougie bitches
Speed boats coastin
It Feels like TV 80's
It Feels like TV 80's
Bars on every corner
Of Trife vice city
Ballers wore
Cuban links
With checks
On the sneaks
And there was
Plenty of meets
Whenever I link
With my Cuban peeps
They a thousand deep
Storming Peruvian Embassy
90 Miles of ocean
Stepping with dry feet
Sand crystal like coke
From Cigarette boats
With Sativa Chiba smokes
I Made that bargain
At the mutiny
Coconut grove
Draped in guavetta clothes
Throwing back colatas
As the coppers Riding
Mugging By how
The rolex shining
Tell he's shooken
Surrounded around
Immigrant cowboys
Fresh from el Mariel
With Friends printed
On paper with faces
White like him
Pero gringo tiene una
Problema porque ayos
No hablen english
Quite like him
All bets in
This Tv City
Where the odds wins
Economy unstable
From all the funny money
Immigrants with
Foreign currency prints
Americans with
Unauthorized exchange
All for some cane
Jobs wasn't worth
It's pay now
Picture the pain
Hungry days
The crib without a/c
It's always hot
Up in dade
Sun on a blaze
White powder
Black power
Equals Substance
In baggies or
Crack viles
Exotics and
Town cars
Running 100 miles
Per hour
Speeds boats racing
Like willie Falcon
Miami's favorite child
Ask the police department
Dark like
The heart of the city
Of over town
Just look at it's condition
The main highway
Runs thru all
Colored town
Overlooking
The poverty
That's around
Get you blinded
Neon lights Bright vibrant
Fast Bougie bitches
Speed boats coastin
It Feels like TV 80's
It Feels like TV 80's
Shyt
Ever since
That war
At dadeland mall
With the FBI boys
The hustle went spiral
You couldn't tell who played
Or referee'd the game
Everybody was paid
Money wasn't nothing
Just Ask the plug
Who Dropped out
Of Miami high
They Selling base
No drum pads
Fiends running laps
Like a greyhound
37 Avenue
A ruff course
But dawg
Some called it crime
Others called it survive
Racism within the city
Be suited undercover
Disguised As officers
Not upholding justice
That's Why we riot
Till the city gains liberty
Word to McDuffie
Then Holla at Shem
And for this land
We goin Do it my way
Or have it your way
Like Yahweh Ben Yahweh
Have you murked
On own property
Your wifey
Debbie Harry
Rush rushing
With the yayo
Get you blinded
Neon lights Bright vibrant
Fast Bougie bitches
Speed boats coastin
It Feels like TV 80's
It Feels like TV 80's
Credits
Writer(s): Oscar Ferrer
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