Yea
I got em Soul, I got em, Yea, Uh
Down Biscayne Boulevard it's the kid
Mango's and 4's we got this
You don't wanna try to try jit
The, block is hot, you got to buy this, I'm
Young Sam Hinkie with the wordplay
Dade-County move the piff like drafts picks
The block do backflips, whenever it happens
Ain't been round this, you just gotta imagine, Peep it
Palm trees and features, education suck they don't pay the teachers
Lack of funds and that and they could not reach us
You can find me at where chicken's cheaper, Uh
Might have to jook on a beat, Woo
Did that there for my dawgs, hold on
Got at least three shooters in the fam, like Lavar Ball
Ey, ey, eyo Soul we out to Chef Creole real quick man
I need, I need some of that griot that conk fritter
One time for the crib, and we fortified
Truth be told, I'm cold and they sorta lied
Sombrero's on the block, I'm immortalized
At least give me that, I diversified, yea
Pull up in the wet drop top
This knowledge blaze a pound detox
Square ass niggas gon' remain in the box
Coming from the city and we live from the Trops
Pull up in the wet drop top
This knowledge blaze a pound detox
Square ass niggas gon' remain in the box
Coming from the city and we live from the Trops
Yea, we seasoned, peep the whole steez
We duck the polices, for the right reasons, dawg
I probably keeps with my people, dawg
We speak but they don't want hear ya dawg
I warned ya family don't start
Got my dawgs in the field like the Kirby Smart, ah
FIU where the spics get schooled
Flea Market's in the cut, we can get that too
Donk's riding up and down all the avenue's
No, sense of time, we don't watch the news, yea
Corner supermarkets, price dropping
Segregated often, it's awkward
Back up they counting they pocketshaha
But they don't want problems,
Cause this where they pumping the stick, boy
Anywhere up in the crib, boy
Check yo position if you ain't efficient and you can be missing and shit, boy
Yo the cities an island, eat guanabanas they use ad hominem to describe him
I'm wiling
Yea Jit, Chancletas on the strip and all, ya dig that
Yea
Pull up in the wet drop top
This knowledge blaze a pound detox
Square ass niggas gon' remain in the box
Coming from the city and we live from the Trops
Pull up in the wet drop top
This knowledge blaze a pound detox
Square ass niggas gon' remain in the box
Coming from the city and we live from the Trops
So I peruse
In familiar lands I knew
That even from these views
I think of you
Shouldn't be this way
I'm too far from those days
A long way from those changes
And yet I still, defend you and your name
Slim Ramos - Biscayne Trops (feat. Breez) Lyrics
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Yea
I got em Soul, I got em, Yea, Uh
Down Biscayne Boulevard it's the kid
Mango's and 4's we got this
You don't wanna try to try jit
The, block is hot, you got to buy this, I'm
Young Sam Hinkie with the wordplay
Dade-County move the piff like drafts picks
The block do backflips, whenever it happens
Ain't been round this, you just gotta imagine, Peep it
Palm trees and features, education suck they don't pay the teachers
Lack of funds and that and they could not reach us
You can find me at where chicken's cheaper, Uh
Might have to jook on a beat, Woo
Did that there for my dawgs, hold on
Got at least three shooters in the fam, like Lavar Ball
Ey, ey, eyo Soul we out to Chef Creole real quick man
I need, I need some of that griot that conk fritter
One time for the crib, and we fortified
Truth be told, I'm cold and they sorta lied
Sombrero's on the block, I'm immortalized
At least give me that, I diversified, yea
Pull up in the wet drop top
This knowledge blaze a pound detox
Square ass niggas gon' remain in the box
Coming from the city and we live from the Trops
Pull up in the wet drop top
This knowledge blaze a pound detox
Square ass niggas gon' remain in the box
Coming from the city and we live from the Trops
Yea, we seasoned, peep the whole steez
We duck the polices, for the right reasons, dawg
I probably keeps with my people, dawg
We speak but they don't want hear ya dawg
I warned ya family don't start
Got my dawgs in the field like the Kirby Smart, ah
FIU where the spics get schooled
Flea Market's in the cut, we can get that too
Donk's riding up and down all the avenue's
No, sense of time, we don't watch the news, yea
Corner supermarkets, price dropping
Segregated often, it's awkward
Back up they counting they pocketshaha
But they don't want problems,
Cause this where they pumping the stick, boy
Anywhere up in the crib, boy
Check yo position if you ain't efficient and you can be missing and shit, boy
Yo the cities an island, eat guanabanas they use ad hominem to describe him
I'm wiling
Yea Jit, Chancletas on the strip and all, ya dig that
Yea
Pull up in the wet drop top
This knowledge blaze a pound detox
Square ass niggas gon' remain in the box
Coming from the city and we live from the Trops
Pull up in the wet drop top
This knowledge blaze a pound detox
Square ass niggas gon' remain in the box
Coming from the city and we live from the Trops
So I peruse
In familiar lands I knew
That even from these views
I think of you
Shouldn't be this way
I'm too far from those days
A long way from those changes
And yet I still, defend you and your name
I got em Soul, I got em, Yea, Uh
Down Biscayne Boulevard it's the kid
Mango's and 4's we got this
You don't wanna try to try jit
The, block is hot, you got to buy this, I'm
Young Sam Hinkie with the wordplay
Dade-County move the piff like drafts picks
The block do backflips, whenever it happens
Ain't been round this, you just gotta imagine, Peep it
Palm trees and features, education suck they don't pay the teachers
Lack of funds and that and they could not reach us
You can find me at where chicken's cheaper, Uh
Might have to jook on a beat, Woo
Did that there for my dawgs, hold on
Got at least three shooters in the fam, like Lavar Ball
Ey, ey, eyo Soul we out to Chef Creole real quick man
I need, I need some of that griot that conk fritter
One time for the crib, and we fortified
Truth be told, I'm cold and they sorta lied
Sombrero's on the block, I'm immortalized
At least give me that, I diversified, yea
Pull up in the wet drop top
This knowledge blaze a pound detox
Square ass niggas gon' remain in the box
Coming from the city and we live from the Trops
Pull up in the wet drop top
This knowledge blaze a pound detox
Square ass niggas gon' remain in the box
Coming from the city and we live from the Trops
Yea, we seasoned, peep the whole steez
We duck the polices, for the right reasons, dawg
I probably keeps with my people, dawg
We speak but they don't want hear ya dawg
I warned ya family don't start
Got my dawgs in the field like the Kirby Smart, ah
FIU where the spics get schooled
Flea Market's in the cut, we can get that too
Donk's riding up and down all the avenue's
No, sense of time, we don't watch the news, yea
Corner supermarkets, price dropping
Segregated often, it's awkward
Back up they counting they pocketshaha
But they don't want problems,
Cause this where they pumping the stick, boy
Anywhere up in the crib, boy
Check yo position if you ain't efficient and you can be missing and shit, boy
Yo the cities an island, eat guanabanas they use ad hominem to describe him
I'm wiling
Yea Jit, Chancletas on the strip and all, ya dig that
Yea
Pull up in the wet drop top
This knowledge blaze a pound detox
Square ass niggas gon' remain in the box
Coming from the city and we live from the Trops
Pull up in the wet drop top
This knowledge blaze a pound detox
Square ass niggas gon' remain in the box
Coming from the city and we live from the Trops
So I peruse
In familiar lands I knew
That even from these views
I think of you
Shouldn't be this way
I'm too far from those days
A long way from those changes
And yet I still, defend you and your name
Writer: Jonathan Ramos
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