Letra de Little Havana (feat. Willie Falcon & The-Dream)
My name is Willie Falcon I was the undisputed king in the cocaine industry From the mid '70s through the '80s and into the '90s If you snort cocaine back in those days There was 85 percent chance it was my cocaineI helped build Miami skyline into what it is today 20 billion dollars got me 27 years in federal prison I always live by the code of honor That's why my best days are ahead of me I am richer than I've ever beenI would like to send my love to my friend Rick Ross Rick, I'm immensely appreciated in givin' me love And keepin' my name in your music for the past two decades It rocks me that I had your support for so many yearsYou gotta learn to use your mind To help keep you out of certain situations (oh-oh, oh-oh) I'ma make it clear as I can for you, young n- You hear me? (Oh yeah, yeah) biggest (M-M-Maybach Music)Problem was I never was a prodigy Possibly, my biggest flaw is lack of modesty Diabolical means, never knew college degrees Sippin' coffee at a café on Collins, capeesh?N- soul bein' sold and still on a leash Roger Goodell boy, he ain't a corniche I was really throwin' money, I really saw Meech And I let them rappin' n- get closer to Meek It ain't bottle made the most, but let's make a toast 'Cause a lot of n- told and kept it on the low (oh, yeah)How a self-made n- never wanna vote? (Oh, yeah) And before a record label, s-, I wanted coke I'm talkin' L.A. Reid, the biggest Babyface This for my n- in the prisons sippin' Gatorade All these hitters' takin' pictures for they babies maid Her baby mama's in the projects tryna make a way (oh, oh, oh)N- lookin' funny when you get the hunnids (oh, yeah) I gotta school Adonis, daddy get 'em punished (oh, yeah) 'Cause I'm on the streets, they consider me cunnin' (oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah) Hit your b- in a Tesla, the push of a button (oh yeah, oh) If she got up in the coupe, then she gotta be f- 50 restaurants but a lot of me hungry (M-M-M) These n- wanna gossip, I just want the dollars All black Phantoms goin' south from Collins (oh, yeah)Villains know we killin' so that ain't a problem (oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah) I'm gonna stack my money, be a better father (oh yeah) You could pat me down, but I got it regardless Shades that I'm rockin', they gotta be goggles (oh)When we plot to kill 'em, we send a few bottles (oh) Set 'em up like 2Pac, get 'em to rob 'em (oh) I always loved BIG, s-, I did it big I released Omarion, he began to fizz Double M the kids, now we back to biz' 36 a brick, baby, here it is My n- in designer, but we militant (oh, yeah) I got the city on my back, and that's just what it is220 on the dash, you still can't stop us I jus' got back to my girl to the opera 'Cause Ojek got back, he went and bought a choppa As if it couldn't get worse, we lost Kobe in a 'copter Three months later, n- forget all about you Always doubt you, now they can't live without you Did you cry for the man, or did you cry for the fame? Did you pour out for the pain?I've been around this world so many times, I Just love and loyalty by any means I've been around this world so many times, I I know to never pray amongst your enemies I've been around the world too many times now That new s- just feelin' old to me And trustin' new n- been old to me for so long When the real n- comin' home? (M-M)Home (it's been a mean world without you) Yeah, shouldn't I, baby, shouldn't I? (When the real n- comin' home?) Home (it's been a mean world without you) Oh, yeah, shouldn't I, baby, shouldn't I? (M-M-Maybach Music)