Vice City
Black Hippy Lyrics


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Big money, big booty bitches
Man that shit gon' be death of me
Big problems, I must admit it
Man that shit gon' be death of me
I pray to a C-Note, my mama gave up hope
I can't stand myself
I just bought a new coat, I might go broke
I can't stand myself
Big money, big booty bitches
Man that shit

Turn me up
Sensing, sensing, sensing, sensing

Big money, big booty bitches
Tell the truth, nigga I'm lost without it
Seven figures for a headline
You want some stage time we can talk about it
Niggas actin' like they be rappin'
Like nice on the mic, truly not
Go against the king, y'all don't wanna live
That decision is hella childish
Rose gold for my old hoes
They ain't satisfied then I sit 'em down
10th grade, I gave her all shade
But now she got some ass, I wanna hit it now
I don't lease, I just all out feast
I put a blue Caprice on Gary Coleman
Bomb head and some cheese eggs
That's a new raise, and a signing bonus

Fall in this bitch
Like some good pussy, can't stand myself
So good, she so hood
She a cheesehead, patty melt
GED with some EBTs, and some EBD's
That shit was happening
She reel me in with some chicken wings
And some collard greens, that shit was brackin'
Just cracked me a new bitch
Bust a new nut on her nigga's jersey
My bitch get off at 9 o'clock
So I had to shake her 'round 7:30
1:05, I'm stomping fast
With these big guns, I'm hella dirty
Get caught with this shit
I ain't comin' home 'til like 2030

I got big money, big booty bitches
Man that shit gon' be death of me (death of me)
Big problems, I must admit it
Man that shit gon' be death of me (death of me)
Big dreams, no superstition
Man that shit gon' be death of me (death of me)
I pray to a C-Note, my mama gave up hope
I can't stand myself
I just bought a new coat, I might go broke
I can't stand myself
I just might ban myself
I just might
God!

I'm focused feeling blessed, cause my eyes be the truth

Mental window blurry as a bitch
Still lookin' out it
So much money off the fuckin' books
Could write a book about it
Took a minute, no, wait a minute
Let me think about it
Bout 10 years, Crips, Bloods
Sweat and tears and we still counting
Had a real thick bitch named Brooklyn
She fucked the whole squad
Every time I land in Brooklyn
They fuck with the whole squad
I'm more spiritual than lyrical
I'm similar to Eli Why?
Cause I'm wearin' black shades
And I'm headed west with the word of God
I think I'm finally ready to talk about it
These niggas just talk about it
Homie you don't play me for no fool
Poppin' bottles like enemigos, los dios mio, I'm so cold
Get so deep in that water, water
They should call my johnson a harpoon

Feed the needy, don't know graffiti
Paint her walls like a cartoon
Beat the pussy up so bad
Send her home with some war wounds
Loaded off the 'gnac, hit her from the back
Goin' 'cross her head bar stool
Touch her soul 'til I curl her toes
Then it's time to reload, then it's part two

Damn near 30 still set trippin' cuz
Where you're from, I'mma see about it
Last year I made 10 million
That's where I've been yeah, a private island
Smoking something, on autopilot
Got too many cars, I might crash a whip
New 'Rari pedal barely tapping
Nigga, vroom-vroom, yeah I'm rich bitch
Got two Rollies but one missing
Think my daughter flossing, she in Kindergarten
Got one crib worth two cribs
And my front lawn, yeah that's water fountain
You be talking bars, saying big words
Like philosophies, man you weird homie
What it sounds to me that you broke as fuck
And your bitch gon' leave and that's real homie

I got big money, big booty bitches
Man that shit gon' be death of me (death of me)
Big problems, I must admit it
Man that shit gon' be death of me (death of me)
Big dreams, no superstition
That shit gon' be the death of me (death of me)
I pray to a C-Note, my mama gave up hope
I can't stand myself
I just bought a new coat, I just might go broke
I can't stand myself




I just might ban myself
I just might God! God!

Overall Meaning

"Vice City" by Black Hippy is a song that delves into the themes of excess, materialism, and self-destructive behavior. The lyrics portray a conflicted and troubled mindset, as the singer grapples with the allure of money, fame, and the hedonistic lifestyle it brings.


The repeated lines of "big money, big booty bitches" and "man that shit gon' be death of me" serve as a mantra, highlighting the dangerous consequences of indulging in such temptations. The singer acknowledges the problems associated with his desires and admits that these pursuits may ultimately lead to his downfall. He prays to a "C-Note," referencing a one-hundred-dollar bill, symbolizing the materialistic nature of his aspirations.


The mention of buying a new coat and the possibility of going broke reflects the excessive spending and reckless financial behavior that can come with chasing material success. These actions, coupled with the singer's self-loathing and self-destructive tendencies, showcase a inner turmoil and lack of self-control. The lyrics suggest a sense of dissatisfaction and inner conflict, as the singer struggles to reconcile their desires with their own sense of morality and self-worth.


Throughout the song, there are references to sexual encounters and objectification of women, depicting a shallow and superficial attitude towards relationships. The lyrics also touch on the rapper's rise to fame and the associated challenges, such as dealing with disloyal friends, false intentions, and keeping one's ego in check. The narrative is laden with contradictions, with the lyrics discussing spiritual matters but juxtaposing them with explicit and materialistic references.


Overall, "Vice City" provides a critical examination of the destructive consequences of pursuing excessive wealth, fame, and indulging in superficial desires. The song serves as a cautionary tale, illustrating the pitfalls of succumbing to the allure of vices and the potential negative impact they have on one's self and relationships.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Brock Korsan, Daveon Lamont Jackson, Herbert Anthony Stevens, Johnny Mckinzie, Kendrick Duckworth, Quincy Matthew Hanley, Ronald N. La Tour

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Αντώνης Γ.

Big money, big booty bitches
Man, that shit gon' be death of me
Big problems, I must admit it
Man, that shit gon' be death of me
I pray to a C-Note, my mama gave up hope
I can't stand myself
I just bought a new coat, I might go broke
I can't stand myself
Big money, big booty bitches
Man, that shit...

[Pre-Verse: Kendrick Lamar]
Turn me up
Sin City, Sin City
Sin City, Sin City

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Big money, big booty bitches
Tell the truth, nigga, I'm lost without it
7 figures for a headline
You want some stage time? We can talk about it
Niggas actin' like they be rappin'
Like nice on the mic, truly doubt it
Go against the kid, y'all don't wanna live
That decision is hella childish
Rose gold for my old hoes
They ain't satisfied then I sit 'em down
10th grade, I gave her all shade
But now she got some ass, I wan' hit it now
I don't lease, I just all out feast
I put a blue Caprice on Gary Coleman
Bomb head and some cheese eggs
That's a new raise and a signing bonus

[Verse 2: Jay Rock]
Fall in this bitch
Like some good pussy, can't stand myself
So good, she so hood
She a cheesehead, patty melt
GED with some EBTs, and some DVDs
That shit was happening
She reel me in with some chicken wings
And some collard greens, that shit was brackin'
Just cracked me a new bitch
Bust a new nut on her nigga's jersey
My bitch get off at 9 o'clock
So I had to shake her 'round 7:30
105, I'm stomping fast
With these big guns, I'm hella dirty
Get caught with this shit
I ain't comin' home 'til like 2030

[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]
I got big money, big booty bitches
Man, that shit gon' be death of me (death of me)
Big problems, I must admit it
Man, that shit gon' be death of me (death of me)
Big dreams, no superstition
Man, that shit gon' be death of me (death of me)
I pray to a C-Note, my mama gave up hope
I can't stand myself
I just bought a new coat, I might go broke
I can't stand myself
I just might ban myself
I just might... God!

[Bridge: Jay Rock]
I'm focused feeling blessed
Cause my eyes be the truth
I'm focused feeling blessed
Cause my eyes be the truth

[Verse 3: Ab-Soul]
Mental window blurry as a bitch
Still lookin' out it
So much money off the fuckin' books
Could write a book about it
Took a minute, no, wait a minute
Let me think about it
Bout ten years, Crips, Bloods
Sweat and tears, and we still counting
Had a real thick bitch named Brooklyn
She fucked the whole squad
Now every time I land in Brooklyn
They fuck with the whole squad
I'm more spiritual than lyrical
I'm similar to Eli, why?
Cause I'm wearin' black shades
And I'm headed west with the word of God (Amen)
(Yah)
I think I'm finally ready to talk about it
These niggas just talk about it
Homie don't play me for no fool
Poppin' bottles like enemigos
[Os] dios mio, I'm so cold
Get so deep in that water, water
They should call my johnson a harpoon

[Verse 4: Jay Rock]
Feed the needy, don't know graffiti
Paint her walls like a cartoon
Beat the pussy up so bad
Send her home with some war wounds
Loaded off the 'gnac, hit her from the back
Goin' 'cross her head, bar stool
Touch her soul, 'til I curl her toes
Then it's time to reload, then it's part two

[Verse 5: ScHoolboy Q]
Damn near 30, still set trippin' cuz
Where you're from, I'ma see about it
Last year I made ten million
That's where I've been, yeah, a private island
Smoking something, on autopilot
Got too many cars, I might crash a whip
New 'Rari pedal barely tapping
Nigga, vroom-vroom, yeah, I'm rich, bitch
Got two rollies, but one missing
Think my daughter flossing, she in kindergarten
Got one crib worth two cribs
And my front lawn, yeah, that's water fountain
You be talking boss, saying big words
Like philosophies, man, you weird homie
What it sounds to me that you broke as fuck
And your bitch gon' leave, and that's real, homie

[Verse 6: ScHoolboy Q]
A dashiki on, with a fedora on
And my round glasses, tryna fool the cops
I'm with you Dot, on that sneak dissing
When you penny bitchin', nigga, shoot the fade
Ugly nigga, but I'm fine as wine
Did you check your time? I get good with age
Shoot the nine, like fourth grade
Black Hippy droppin', eyebrows raised

[Bridge: Jay Rock]
I'm focused feeling blessed
Cause my eyes be the truth
I'm focused feeling blessed
Cause my eyes be the truth

[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]
I got big money, big booty bitches
Man, that shit gon' be death of me (death of me)
Big problems, I must admit it
Man, that shit gon' be death of me (death of me)
Big dreams, no superstition
That shit gon' be the death of me (death of me)
I pray to a C-Note, my mama gave up hope
I can't stand myself
I just bought a new coat, I just might go broke
I can't stand myself
I just might damn myself
I just might... GOD!... GOD!



Cifer Sinner

Big money, big booty bitches
Man that shit gon' be death of me
Big problems, I must admit it
Man that shit gon' be death of me
I pray to a C-Note, my mama gave up hope
I can't stand myself
I just bought a new coat, I might go broke
I can't stand myself
Big money, big booty bitches
Man that shit
Turn me up
Sensing, sensing, sensing, sensing
Big money, big booty bitches
Tell the truth, nigga I'm lost without it
Seven figures for a headline
You want some stage time we can talk about it
Niggas actin' like they be rappin'
Like nice on the mic, truly not
Go against the king, y'all don't wanna live
That decision is hella childish
Rose gold for my old hoes
They ain't satisfied then I sit 'em down
10th grade, I gave her all shade
But now she got some ass, I wanna hit it now
I don't lease, I just all out feast
I put a blue Caprice on Gary Coleman
Bomb head and some cheese eggs
That's a new raise, and a signing bonus
Fall in this bitch
Like some good pussy, can't stand myself
So good, she so hood
She a cheesehead, patty melt
GED with some EBTs, and some EBD's
That shit was happening
She reel me in with some chicken wings
And some collard greens, that shit was brackin'
Just cracked me a new bitch
Bust a new nut on her nigga's jersey
My bitch get off at 9 o'clock
So I had to shake her 'round 7:30
1:05, I'm stomping fast
With these big guns, I'm hella dirty
Get caught with this shit
I ain't comin' home 'til like 2030
I got big money, big booty bitches
Man that shit gon' be death of me (death of me)
Big problems, I must admit it
Man that shit gon' be death of me (death of me)
Big dreams, no superstition
Man that shit gon' be death of me (death of me)
I pray to a C-Note, my mama gave up hope
I can't stand myself
I just bought a new coat, I might go broke
I can't stand myself
I just might ban myself
I just might
God!
I'm focused feeling blessed, cause my eyes be the truth
Mental window blurry as a bitch
Still lookin' out it
So much money off the fuckin' books
Could write a book about it
Took a minute, no, wait a minute
Let me think about it
Bout 10 years, Crips, Bloods
Sweat and tears and we still counting
Had a real thick bitch named Brooklyn
She fucked the whole squad
Every time I land in Brooklyn
They fuck with the whole squad
I'm more spiritual than lyrical
I'm similar to Eli Why?
Cause I'm wearin' black shades
And I'm headed west with the word of God
I think I'm finally ready to talk about it
These niggas just talk about it
Homie you don't play me for no fool
Poppin' bottles like enemigos, los dios mio, I'm so cold
Get so deep in that water, water
They should call my johnson a harpoon
Feed the needy, don't know graffiti
Paint her walls like a cartoon
Beat the pussy up so bad
Send her home with some war wounds
Loaded off the 'gnac, hit her from the back
Goin' 'cross her head bar stool
Touch her soul 'til I curl her toes
Then it's time to reload, then it's part two
Damn near 30 still set trippin' cuz
Where you're from, I'mma see about it
Last year I made 10 million
That's where I've been yeah, a private island
Smoking something, on autopilot
Got too many cars, I might crash a whip
New 'Rari pedal barely tapping
Nigga, vroom-vroom, yeah I'm rich bitch
Got two Rollies but one missing
Think my daughter flossing, she in Kindergarten
Got one crib worth two cribs
And my front lawn, yeah that's water fountain
You be talking bars, saying big words
Like philosophies, man you weird homie
What it sounds to me that you broke as fuck
And your bitch gon' leave and that's real homie
I got big money, big booty bitches
Man that shit gon' be death of me (death of me)
Big problems, I must admit it
Man that shit gon' be death of me (death of me)
Big dreams, no superstition
That shit gon' be the death of me (death of me)
I pray to a C-Note, my mama gave up hope
I can't stand myself
I just bought a new coat, I just might go broke
I can't stand myself
I just might ban myself
I just might God! God!



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dan winters

The fact the so many people have a different favorite verse is testament to how dope every member is

Buggle Magnum

what

Godin The Killer

Soulo and Q killed it. They better drop fire next!

José Marques

+Godin The Killer specially Q

Godin The Killer

José Marques My nigga Soulo had that preview, was too nasty to be blasting on my Studios.

José Marques

+Godin The Killer true

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thirdi

This flow still hits 5 years later

JoeCosti

I know! Did not think it was this old.

Simply Chiseled

May 17, 2021....I Just Discovered This Gargantuan Classic Today. Popped Up In My Workout Mix. Still Hittin Fa Sho..... GotDamn!!!!!!🏆🏆🏆🥇🥇🥇

JustJusto

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