[{"id":32075101,"name":"Vice","trackName":"Vice","artistName":"Grandmaster Melle Mel","albumName":"Miami Vice","duration":305.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Conversation of Busy Bee arguing with a cop about a stolen purse]\n\nVice [x4]\nYou have the right to remain silent\nAnything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law\nYou have the right for an attorney\nIf you do not, or cannot afford an attorney\nAn attorney will be appointed to you - you are now under arrest\n\nCrime, it pays real nice\nBut what you really didn't know that crime pays twice\nIt pays once in money, twice in years\nIn the jail cell, tryin to hide your tears\nAnd the trip bad, cause you tried to get rich\nIn the graveyards, or in the shallow ditch\nIt's money or time so make up your mind\n\nVice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\nVice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\nVice [x6]\n\nFraud, the girl he adored\nTurned out to be another dirty old broad\nTook all the money, told all the lies\nI heard she even, slept with other guys\nNothing she wouldn't do for a dollar or two\nBut every lie she told he knew to be true\nHe loves his honey, but she loved money\nVice [x6]\nTalk about ya-yo, uhh, it's everywhere you go\nThey said in Miami it'll never snow\nNow it's snow in the palm trees, snow on the sand\nIt snows all day, for sixty dollars a gram\nNow they're strung out and high, hung out to dry\nThe air that they breathe the food that they buy\nThey think that they can fly, but that's a white lie\n\nVice [x6] (Miami!) vi-vi-vice, vi-vi-vi-vi-vice (Miami!)\nVice [x6] Vice, Vice\nVice [x6] Vice\nVice [x6]\n\nThe mob, a full time job\nKnown to extort and steal or rob\nStarted as a hitman, lookin for wealth\nAnd now he's the boss workin for his self\nFor all the blood money that he did earn\nIt made him take lives with no concern\nBut soon he would learn that next is his turn\n\nProstitution, it's a low down shame\nHow any girl, would wanna play that game\nFrom pillow, to post, a sidewalk host\nBut the lady's got a condo out on the coast\nShe thought that the hole, was better than gold\nNow she worked on her back til she got too old\nLayin down on the job, has made her a slob, uhh\nVice [x6]\nIt's a stickup, so throw your hands in the air\nAnd don't, ah put em down, keep em way up there\nJust let me your wallet empty all your pockets\nGot a itchy trigger finger and I'm gonna cock it\nMy eyes got wide as they pulled away\nI said, \"Who are you the cops?\" He began to say\n\"No I'm Clint Eastwood, make my day... get in the car!\"\n\nHomicide is on the rise, and it's no surprise\nThe bums are in the alleyways tryin to take lives\nPeople burglarize then suicidal criminals are never idle\nCourt procedures at your leisures eight finger Visas circle seizures\nCon man fencer, arson is a trip\nTake all the fingerprints, and give him the book\nAnd then hope that the judge don't let him off the hook, uh!\n\n(More variations on the word 'Vice' to the end)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Vice\n  artist: Grandmaster Melle Mel\n  album: Miami Vice\n  duration_ms: 305000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Conversation of Busy Bee arguing with a cop about a stolen purse]\n\n  Vice [x4]\n  You have the right to remain silent\n  Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law\n  You have the right for an attorney\n  If you do not, or cannot afford an attorney\n  An attorney will be appointed to you - you are now under arrest\n\n  Crime, it pays real nice\n  But what you really didn't know that crime pays twice\n  It pays once in money, twice in years\n  In the jail cell, tryin to hide your tears\n  And the trip bad, cause you tried to get rich\n  In the graveyards, or in the shallow ditch\n  It's money or time so make up your mind\n\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6]\n\n  Fraud, the girl he adored\n  Turned out to be another dirty old broad\n  Took all the money, told all the lies\n  I heard she even, slept with other guys\n  Nothing she wouldn't do for a dollar or two\n  But every lie she told he knew to be true\n  He loves his honey, but she loved money\n  Vice [x6]\n  Talk about ya-yo, uhh, it's everywhere you go\n  They said in Miami it'll never snow\n  Now it's snow in the palm trees, snow on the sand\n  It snows all day, for sixty dollars a gram\n  Now they're strung out and high, hung out to dry\n  The air that they breathe the food that they buy\n  They think that they can fly, but that's a white lie\n\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) vi-vi-vice, vi-vi-vi-vi-vice (Miami!)\n  Vice [x6] Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6] Vice\n  Vice [x6]\n\n  The mob, a full time job\n  Known to extort and steal or rob\n  Started as a hitman, lookin for wealth\n  And now he's the boss workin for his self\n  For all the blood money that he did earn\n  It made him take lives with no concern\n  But soon he would learn that next is his turn\n\n  Prostitution, it's a low down shame\n  How any girl, would wanna play that game\n  From pillow, to post, a sidewalk host\n  But the lady's got a condo out on the coast\n  She thought that the hole, was better than gold\n  Now she worked on her back til she got too old\n  Layin down on the job, has made her a slob, uhh\n  Vice [x6]\n  It's a stickup, so throw your hands in the air\n  And don't, ah put em down, keep em way up there\n  Just let me your wallet empty all your pockets\n  Got a itchy trigger finger and I'm gonna cock it\n  My eyes got wide as they pulled away\n  I said, \"Who are you the cops?\" He began to say\n  \"No I'm Clint Eastwood, make my day... get in the car!\"\n\n  Homicide is on the rise, and it's no surprise\n  The bums are in the alleyways tryin to take lives\n  People burglarize then suicidal criminals are never idle\n  Court procedures at your leisures eight finger Visas circle seizures\n  Con man fencer, arson is a trip\n  Take all the fingerprints, and give him the book\n  And then hope that the judge don't let him off the hook, uh!\n\n  (More variations on the word 'Vice' to the end)\n"},{"id":19824428,"name":"Vice","trackName":"Vice","artistName":"Grandmaster Melle Mel","albumName":"Miami Vice","duration":302.02195,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Conversation of Busy Bee arguing with a cop about a stolen purse]\n\nVice [x4]\nYou have the right to remain silent\nAnything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law\nYou have the right for an attorney\nIf you do not, or cannot afford an attorney\nAn attorney will be appointed to you - you are now under arrest\n\nCrime, it pays real nice\nBut what you really didn't know that crime pays twice\nIt pays once in money, twice in years\nIn the jail cell, tryin to hide your tears\nAnd the trip bad, cause you tried to get rich\nIn the graveyards, or in the shallow ditch\nIt's money or time so make up your mind\n\nVice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\nVice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\nVice [x6]\n\nFraud, the girl he adored\nTurned out to be another dirty old broad\nTook all the money, told all the lies\nI heard she even, slept with other guys\nNothing she wouldn't do for a dollar or two\nBut every lie she told he knew to be true\nHe loves his honey, but she loved money\nVice [x6]\nTalk about ya-yo, uhh, it's everywhere you go\nThey said in Miami it'll never snow\nNow it's snow in the palm trees, snow on the sand\nIt snows all day, for sixty dollars a gram\nNow they're strung out and high, hung out to dry\nThe air that they breathe the food that they buy\nThey think that they can fly, but that's a white lie\n\nVice [x6] (Miami!) vi-vi-vice, vi-vi-vi-vi-vice (Miami!)\nVice [x6] Vice, Vice\nVice [x6] Vice\nVice [x6]\n\nThe mob, a full time job\nKnown to extort and steal or rob\nStarted as a hitman, lookin for wealth\nAnd now he's the boss workin for his self\nFor all the blood money that he did earn\nIt made him take lives with no concern\nBut soon he would learn that next is his turn\n\nProstitution, it's a low down shame\nHow any girl, would wanna play that game\nFrom pillow, to post, a sidewalk host\nBut the lady's got a condo out on the coast\nShe thought that the hole, was better than gold\nNow she worked on her back til she got too old\nLayin down on the job, has made her a slob, uhh\nVice [x6]\nIt's a stickup, so throw your hands in the air\nAnd don't, ah put em down, keep em way up there\nJust let me your wallet empty all your pockets\nGot a itchy trigger finger and I'm gonna cock it\nMy eyes got wide as they pulled away\nI said, \"Who are you the cops?\" He began to say\n\"No I'm Clint Eastwood, make my day... get in the car!\"\n\nHomicide is on the rise, and it's no surprise\nThe bums are in the alleyways tryin to take lives\nPeople burglarize then suicidal criminals are never idle\nCourt procedures at your leisures eight finger Visas circle seizures\nCon man fencer, arson is a trip\nTake all the fingerprints, and give him the book\nAnd then hope that the judge don't let him off the hook, uh!\n\n(More variations on the word 'Vice' to the end)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Vice\n  artist: Grandmaster Melle Mel\n  album: Miami Vice\n  duration_ms: 302022\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Conversation of Busy Bee arguing with a cop about a stolen purse]\n\n  Vice [x4]\n  You have the right to remain silent\n  Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law\n  You have the right for an attorney\n  If you do not, or cannot afford an attorney\n  An attorney will be appointed to you - you are now under arrest\n\n  Crime, it pays real nice\n  But what you really didn't know that crime pays twice\n  It pays once in money, twice in years\n  In the jail cell, tryin to hide your tears\n  And the trip bad, cause you tried to get rich\n  In the graveyards, or in the shallow ditch\n  It's money or time so make up your mind\n\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6]\n\n  Fraud, the girl he adored\n  Turned out to be another dirty old broad\n  Took all the money, told all the lies\n  I heard she even, slept with other guys\n  Nothing she wouldn't do for a dollar or two\n  But every lie she told he knew to be true\n  He loves his honey, but she loved money\n  Vice [x6]\n  Talk about ya-yo, uhh, it's everywhere you go\n  They said in Miami it'll never snow\n  Now it's snow in the palm trees, snow on the sand\n  It snows all day, for sixty dollars a gram\n  Now they're strung out and high, hung out to dry\n  The air that they breathe the food that they buy\n  They think that they can fly, but that's a white lie\n\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) vi-vi-vice, vi-vi-vi-vi-vice (Miami!)\n  Vice [x6] Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6] Vice\n  Vice [x6]\n\n  The mob, a full time job\n  Known to extort and steal or rob\n  Started as a hitman, lookin for wealth\n  And now he's the boss workin for his self\n  For all the blood money that he did earn\n  It made him take lives with no concern\n  But soon he would learn that next is his turn\n\n  Prostitution, it's a low down shame\n  How any girl, would wanna play that game\n  From pillow, to post, a sidewalk host\n  But the lady's got a condo out on the coast\n  She thought that the hole, was better than gold\n  Now she worked on her back til she got too old\n  Layin down on the job, has made her a slob, uhh\n  Vice [x6]\n  It's a stickup, so throw your hands in the air\n  And don't, ah put em down, keep em way up there\n  Just let me your wallet empty all your pockets\n  Got a itchy trigger finger and I'm gonna cock it\n  My eyes got wide as they pulled away\n  I said, \"Who are you the cops?\" He began to say\n  \"No I'm Clint Eastwood, make my day... get in the car!\"\n\n  Homicide is on the rise, and it's no surprise\n  The bums are in the alleyways tryin to take lives\n  People burglarize then suicidal criminals are never idle\n  Court procedures at your leisures eight finger Visas circle seizures\n  Con man fencer, arson is a trip\n  Take all the fingerprints, and give him the book\n  And then hope that the judge don't let him off the hook, uh!\n\n  (More variations on the word 'Vice' to the end)\n"},{"id":25304410,"name":"Vice","trackName":"Vice","artistName":"Grandmaster Melle Mel","albumName":"Miami Vice","duration":299.075812,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Conversation of Busy Bee arguing with a cop about a stolen purse]\n\nVice [x4]\nYou have the right to remain silent\nAnything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law\nYou have the right for an attorney\nIf you do not, or cannot afford an attorney\nAn attorney will be appointed to you - you are now under arrest\n\nCrime, it pays real nice\nBut what you really didn't know that crime pays twice\nIt pays once in money, twice in years\nIn the jail cell, tryin to hide your tears\nAnd the trip bad, cause you tried to get rich\nIn the graveyards, or in the shallow ditch\nIt's money or time so make up your mind\n\nVice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\nVice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\nVice [x6]\n\nFraud, the girl he adored\nTurned out to be another dirty old broad\nTook all the money, told all the lies\nI heard she even, slept with other guys\nNothing she wouldn't do for a dollar or two\nBut every lie she told he knew to be true\nHe loves his honey, but she loved money\nVice [x6]\nTalk about ya-yo, uhh, it's everywhere you go\nThey said in Miami it'll never snow\nNow it's snow in the palm trees, snow on the sand\nIt snows all day, for sixty dollars a gram\nNow they're strung out and high, hung out to dry\nThe air that they breathe the food that they buy\nThey think that they can fly, but that's a white lie\n\nVice [x6] (Miami!) vi-vi-vice, vi-vi-vi-vi-vice (Miami!)\nVice [x6] Vice, Vice\nVice [x6] Vice\nVice [x6]\n\nThe mob, a full time job\nKnown to extort and steal or rob\nStarted as a hitman, lookin for wealth\nAnd now he's the boss workin for his self\nFor all the blood money that he did earn\nIt made him take lives with no concern\nBut soon he would learn that next is his turn\n\nProstitution, it's a low down shame\nHow any girl, would wanna play that game\nFrom pillow, to post, a sidewalk host\nBut the lady's got a condo out on the coast\nShe thought that the hole, was better than gold\nNow she worked on her back til she got too old\nLayin down on the job, has made her a slob, uhh\nVice [x6]\nIt's a stickup, so throw your hands in the air\nAnd don't, ah put em down, keep em way up there\nJust let me your wallet empty all your pockets\nGot a itchy trigger finger and I'm gonna cock it\nMy eyes got wide as they pulled away\nI said, \"Who are you the cops?\" He began to say\n\"No I'm Clint Eastwood, make my day... get in the car!\"\n\nHomicide is on the rise, and it's no surprise\nThe bums are in the alleyways tryin to take lives\nPeople burglarize then suicidal criminals are never idle\nCourt procedures at your leisures eight finger Visas circle seizures\nCon man fencer, arson is a trip\nTake all the fingerprints, and give him the book\nAnd then hope that the judge don't let him off the hook, uh!\n\n(More variations on the word 'Vice' to the end)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Vice\n  artist: Grandmaster Melle Mel\n  album: Miami Vice\n  duration_ms: 299076\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Conversation of Busy Bee arguing with a cop about a stolen purse]\n\n  Vice [x4]\n  You have the right to remain silent\n  Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law\n  You have the right for an attorney\n  If you do not, or cannot afford an attorney\n  An attorney will be appointed to you - you are now under arrest\n\n  Crime, it pays real nice\n  But what you really didn't know that crime pays twice\n  It pays once in money, twice in years\n  In the jail cell, tryin to hide your tears\n  And the trip bad, cause you tried to get rich\n  In the graveyards, or in the shallow ditch\n  It's money or time so make up your mind\n\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6]\n\n  Fraud, the girl he adored\n  Turned out to be another dirty old broad\n  Took all the money, told all the lies\n  I heard she even, slept with other guys\n  Nothing she wouldn't do for a dollar or two\n  But every lie she told he knew to be true\n  He loves his honey, but she loved money\n  Vice [x6]\n  Talk about ya-yo, uhh, it's everywhere you go\n  They said in Miami it'll never snow\n  Now it's snow in the palm trees, snow on the sand\n  It snows all day, for sixty dollars a gram\n  Now they're strung out and high, hung out to dry\n  The air that they breathe the food that they buy\n  They think that they can fly, but that's a white lie\n\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) vi-vi-vice, vi-vi-vi-vi-vice (Miami!)\n  Vice [x6] Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6] Vice\n  Vice [x6]\n\n  The mob, a full time job\n  Known to extort and steal or rob\n  Started as a hitman, lookin for wealth\n  And now he's the boss workin for his self\n  For all the blood money that he did earn\n  It made him take lives with no concern\n  But soon he would learn that next is his turn\n\n  Prostitution, it's a low down shame\n  How any girl, would wanna play that game\n  From pillow, to post, a sidewalk host\n  But the lady's got a condo out on the coast\n  She thought that the hole, was better than gold\n  Now she worked on her back til she got too old\n  Layin down on the job, has made her a slob, uhh\n  Vice [x6]\n  It's a stickup, so throw your hands in the air\n  And don't, ah put em down, keep em way up there\n  Just let me your wallet empty all your pockets\n  Got a itchy trigger finger and I'm gonna cock it\n  My eyes got wide as they pulled away\n  I said, \"Who are you the cops?\" He began to say\n  \"No I'm Clint Eastwood, make my day... get in the car!\"\n\n  Homicide is on the rise, and it's no surprise\n  The bums are in the alleyways tryin to take lives\n  People burglarize then suicidal criminals are never idle\n  Court procedures at your leisures eight finger Visas circle seizures\n  Con man fencer, arson is a trip\n  Take all the fingerprints, and give him the book\n  And then hope that the judge don't let him off the hook, uh!\n\n  (More variations on the word 'Vice' to the end)\n"},{"id":19589440,"name":"Vice","trackName":"Vice","artistName":"Grandmaster Melle Mel","albumName":"Miami Vice I","duration":300.744853,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Conversation of Busy Bee arguing with a cop about a stolen purse]\n\nVice [x4]\nYou have the right to remain silent\nAnything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law\nYou have the right for an attorney\nIf you do not, or cannot afford an attorney\nAn attorney will be appointed to you - you are now under arrest\n\nCrime, it pays real nice\nBut what you really didn't know that crime pays twice\nIt pays once in money, twice in years\nIn the jail cell, tryin to hide your tears\nAnd the trip bad, cause you tried to get rich\nIn the graveyards, or in the shallow ditch\nIt's money or time so make up your mind\n\nVice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\nVice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\nVice [x6]\n\nFraud, the girl he adored\nTurned out to be another dirty old broad\nTook all the money, told all the lies\nI heard she even, slept with other guys\nNothing she wouldn't do for a dollar or two\nBut every lie she told he knew to be true\nHe loves his honey, but she loved money\nVice [x6]\nTalk about ya-yo, uhh, it's everywhere you go\nThey said in Miami it'll never snow\nNow it's snow in the palm trees, snow on the sand\nIt snows all day, for sixty dollars a gram\nNow they're strung out and high, hung out to dry\nThe air that they breathe the food that they buy\nThey think that they can fly, but that's a white lie\n\nVice [x6] (Miami!) vi-vi-vice, vi-vi-vi-vi-vice (Miami!)\nVice [x6] Vice, Vice\nVice [x6] Vice\nVice [x6]\n\nThe mob, a full time job\nKnown to extort and steal or rob\nStarted as a hitman, lookin for wealth\nAnd now he's the boss workin for his self\nFor all the blood money that he did earn\nIt made him take lives with no concern\nBut soon he would learn that next is his turn\n\nProstitution, it's a low down shame\nHow any girl, would wanna play that game\nFrom pillow, to post, a sidewalk host\nBut the lady's got a condo out on the coast\nShe thought that the hole, was better than gold\nNow she worked on her back til she got too old\nLayin down on the job, has made her a slob, uhh\nVice [x6]\nIt's a stickup, so throw your hands in the air\nAnd don't, ah put em down, keep em way up there\nJust let me your wallet empty all your pockets\nGot a itchy trigger finger and I'm gonna cock it\nMy eyes got wide as they pulled away\nI said, \"Who are you the cops?\" He began to say\n\"No I'm Clint Eastwood, make my day... get in the car!\"\n\nHomicide is on the rise, and it's no surprise\nThe bums are in the alleyways tryin to take lives\nPeople burglarize then suicidal criminals are never idle\nCourt procedures at your leisures eight finger Visas circle seizures\nCon man fencer, arson is a trip\nTake all the fingerprints, and give him the book\nAnd then hope that the judge don't let him off the hook, uh!\n\n(More variations on the word 'Vice' to the end)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Vice\n  artist: Grandmaster Melle Mel\n  album: Miami Vice I\n  duration_ms: 300745\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Conversation of Busy Bee arguing with a cop about a stolen purse]\n\n  Vice [x4]\n  You have the right to remain silent\n  Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law\n  You have the right for an attorney\n  If you do not, or cannot afford an attorney\n  An attorney will be appointed to you - you are now under arrest\n\n  Crime, it pays real nice\n  But what you really didn't know that crime pays twice\n  It pays once in money, twice in years\n  In the jail cell, tryin to hide your tears\n  And the trip bad, cause you tried to get rich\n  In the graveyards, or in the shallow ditch\n  It's money or time so make up your mind\n\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6]\n\n  Fraud, the girl he adored\n  Turned out to be another dirty old broad\n  Took all the money, told all the lies\n  I heard she even, slept with other guys\n  Nothing she wouldn't do for a dollar or two\n  But every lie she told he knew to be true\n  He loves his honey, but she loved money\n  Vice [x6]\n  Talk about ya-yo, uhh, it's everywhere you go\n  They said in Miami it'll never snow\n  Now it's snow in the palm trees, snow on the sand\n  It snows all day, for sixty dollars a gram\n  Now they're strung out and high, hung out to dry\n  The air that they breathe the food that they buy\n  They think that they can fly, but that's a white lie\n\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) vi-vi-vice, vi-vi-vi-vi-vice (Miami!)\n  Vice [x6] Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6] Vice\n  Vice [x6]\n\n  The mob, a full time job\n  Known to extort and steal or rob\n  Started as a hitman, lookin for wealth\n  And now he's the boss workin for his self\n  For all the blood money that he did earn\n  It made him take lives with no concern\n  But soon he would learn that next is his turn\n\n  Prostitution, it's a low down shame\n  How any girl, would wanna play that game\n  From pillow, to post, a sidewalk host\n  But the lady's got a condo out on the coast\n  She thought that the hole, was better than gold\n  Now she worked on her back til she got too old\n  Layin down on the job, has made her a slob, uhh\n  Vice [x6]\n  It's a stickup, so throw your hands in the air\n  And don't, ah put em down, keep em way up there\n  Just let me your wallet empty all your pockets\n  Got a itchy trigger finger and I'm gonna cock it\n  My eyes got wide as they pulled away\n  I said, \"Who are you the cops?\" He began to say\n  \"No I'm Clint Eastwood, make my day... get in the car!\"\n\n  Homicide is on the rise, and it's no surprise\n  The bums are in the alleyways tryin to take lives\n  People burglarize then suicidal criminals are never idle\n  Court procedures at your leisures eight finger Visas circle seizures\n  Con man fencer, arson is a trip\n  Take all the fingerprints, and give him the book\n  And then hope that the judge don't let him off the hook, uh!\n\n  (More variations on the word 'Vice' to the end)\n"},{"id":22719774,"name":"Vice","trackName":"Vice","artistName":"Grandmaster Melle Mel","albumName":"Miami Vice Soundtrack","duration":302.36,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Conversation of Busy Bee arguing with a cop about a stolen purse]\n\nVice [x4]\nYou have the right to remain silent\nAnything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law\nYou have the right for an attorney\nIf you do not, or cannot afford an attorney\nAn attorney will be appointed to you - you are now under arrest\n\nCrime, it pays real nice\nBut what you really didn't know that crime pays twice\nIt pays once in money, twice in years\nIn the jail cell, tryin to hide your tears\nAnd the trip bad, cause you tried to get rich\nIn the graveyards, or in the shallow ditch\nIt's money or time so make up your mind\n\nVice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\nVice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\nVice [x6]\n\nFraud, the girl he adored\nTurned out to be another dirty old broad\nTook all the money, told all the lies\nI heard she even, slept with other guys\nNothing she wouldn't do for a dollar or two\nBut every lie she told he knew to be true\nHe loves his honey, but she loved money\nVice [x6]\nTalk about ya-yo, uhh, it's everywhere you go\nThey said in Miami it'll never snow\nNow it's snow in the palm trees, snow on the sand\nIt snows all day, for sixty dollars a gram\nNow they're strung out and high, hung out to dry\nThe air that they breathe the food that they buy\nThey think that they can fly, but that's a white lie\n\nVice [x6] (Miami!) vi-vi-vice, vi-vi-vi-vi-vice (Miami!)\nVice [x6] Vice, Vice\nVice [x6] Vice\nVice [x6]\n\nThe mob, a full time job\nKnown to extort and steal or rob\nStarted as a hitman, lookin for wealth\nAnd now he's the boss workin for his self\nFor all the blood money that he did earn\nIt made him take lives with no concern\nBut soon he would learn that next is his turn\n\nProstitution, it's a low down shame\nHow any girl, would wanna play that game\nFrom pillow, to post, a sidewalk host\nBut the lady's got a condo out on the coast\nShe thought that the hole, was better than gold\nNow she worked on her back til she got too old\nLayin down on the job, has made her a slob, uhh\nVice [x6]\nIt's a stickup, so throw your hands in the air\nAnd don't, ah put em down, keep em way up there\nJust let me your wallet empty all your pockets\nGot a itchy trigger finger and I'm gonna cock it\nMy eyes got wide as they pulled away\nI said, \"Who are you the cops?\" He began to say\n\"No I'm Clint Eastwood, make my day... get in the car!\"\n\nHomicide is on the rise, and it's no surprise\nThe bums are in the alleyways tryin to take lives\nPeople burglarize then suicidal criminals are never idle\nCourt procedures at your leisures eight finger Visas circle seizures\nCon man fencer, arson is a trip\nTake all the fingerprints, and give him the book\nAnd then hope that the judge don't let him off the hook, uh!\n\n(More variations on the word 'Vice' to the end)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Vice\n  artist: Grandmaster Melle Mel\n  album: Miami Vice Soundtrack\n  duration_ms: 302360\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Conversation of Busy Bee arguing with a cop about a stolen purse]\n\n  Vice [x4]\n  You have the right to remain silent\n  Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law\n  You have the right for an attorney\n  If you do not, or cannot afford an attorney\n  An attorney will be appointed to you - you are now under arrest\n\n  Crime, it pays real nice\n  But what you really didn't know that crime pays twice\n  It pays once in money, twice in years\n  In the jail cell, tryin to hide your tears\n  And the trip bad, cause you tried to get rich\n  In the graveyards, or in the shallow ditch\n  It's money or time so make up your mind\n\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6]\n\n  Fraud, the girl he adored\n  Turned out to be another dirty old broad\n  Took all the money, told all the lies\n  I heard she even, slept with other guys\n  Nothing she wouldn't do for a dollar or two\n  But every lie she told he knew to be true\n  He loves his honey, but she loved money\n  Vice [x6]\n  Talk about ya-yo, uhh, it's everywhere you go\n  They said in Miami it'll never snow\n  Now it's snow in the palm trees, snow on the sand\n  It snows all day, for sixty dollars a gram\n  Now they're strung out and high, hung out to dry\n  The air that they breathe the food that they buy\n  They think that they can fly, but that's a white lie\n\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) vi-vi-vice, vi-vi-vi-vi-vice (Miami!)\n  Vice [x6] Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6] Vice\n  Vice [x6]\n\n  The mob, a full time job\n  Known to extort and steal or rob\n  Started as a hitman, lookin for wealth\n  And now he's the boss workin for his self\n  For all the blood money that he did earn\n  It made him take lives with no concern\n  But soon he would learn that next is his turn\n\n  Prostitution, it's a low down shame\n  How any girl, would wanna play that game\n  From pillow, to post, a sidewalk host\n  But the lady's got a condo out on the coast\n  She thought that the hole, was better than gold\n  Now she worked on her back til she got too old\n  Layin down on the job, has made her a slob, uhh\n  Vice [x6]\n  It's a stickup, so throw your hands in the air\n  And don't, ah put em down, keep em way up there\n  Just let me your wallet empty all your pockets\n  Got a itchy trigger finger and I'm gonna cock it\n  My eyes got wide as they pulled away\n  I said, \"Who are you the cops?\" He began to say\n  \"No I'm Clint Eastwood, make my day... get in the car!\"\n\n  Homicide is on the rise, and it's no surprise\n  The bums are in the alleyways tryin to take lives\n  People burglarize then suicidal criminals are never idle\n  Court procedures at your leisures eight finger Visas circle seizures\n  Con man fencer, arson is a trip\n  Take all the fingerprints, and give him the book\n  And then hope that the judge don't let him off the hook, uh!\n\n  (More variations on the word 'Vice' to the end)\n"},{"id":33662038,"name":"Vice","trackName":"Vice","artistName":"Grandmaster Melle Mel","albumName":"Miami Vice - 1985","duration":302.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Conversation of Busy Bee arguing with a cop about a stolen purse]\n\nVice [x4]\nYou have the right to remain silent\nAnything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law\nYou have the right for an attorney\nIf you do not, or cannot afford an attorney\nAn attorney will be appointed to you - you are now under arrest\n\nCrime, it pays real nice\nBut what you really didn't know that crime pays twice\nIt pays once in money, twice in years\nIn the jail cell, tryin to hide your tears\nAnd the trip bad, cause you tried to get rich\nIn the graveyards, or in the shallow ditch\nIt's money or time so make up your mind\n\nVice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\nVice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\nVice [x6]\n\nFraud, the girl he adored\nTurned out to be another dirty old broad\nTook all the money, told all the lies\nI heard she even, slept with other guys\nNothing she wouldn't do for a dollar or two\nBut every lie she told he knew to be true\nHe loves his honey, but she loved money\nVice [x6]\nTalk about ya-yo, uhh, it's everywhere you go\nThey said in Miami it'll never snow\nNow it's snow in the palm trees, snow on the sand\nIt snows all day, for sixty dollars a gram\nNow they're strung out and high, hung out to dry\nThe air that they breathe the food that they buy\nThey think that they can fly, but that's a white lie\n\nVice [x6] (Miami!) vi-vi-vice, vi-vi-vi-vi-vice (Miami!)\nVice [x6] Vice, Vice\nVice [x6] Vice\nVice [x6]\n\nThe mob, a full time job\nKnown to extort and steal or rob\nStarted as a hitman, lookin for wealth\nAnd now he's the boss workin for his self\nFor all the blood money that he did earn\nIt made him take lives with no concern\nBut soon he would learn that next is his turn\n\nProstitution, it's a low down shame\nHow any girl, would wanna play that game\nFrom pillow, to post, a sidewalk host\nBut the lady's got a condo out on the coast\nShe thought that the hole, was better than gold\nNow she worked on her back til she got too old\nLayin down on the job, has made her a slob, uhh\nVice [x6]\nIt's a stickup, so throw your hands in the air\nAnd don't, ah put em down, keep em way up there\nJust let me your wallet empty all your pockets\nGot a itchy trigger finger and I'm gonna cock it\nMy eyes got wide as they pulled away\nI said, \"Who are you the cops?\" He began to say\n\"No I'm Clint Eastwood, make my day... get in the car!\"\n\nHomicide is on the rise, and it's no surprise\nThe bums are in the alleyways tryin to take lives\nPeople burglarize then suicidal criminals are never idle\nCourt procedures at your leisures eight finger Visas circle seizures\nCon man fencer, arson is a trip\nTake all the fingerprints, and give him the book\nAnd then hope that the judge don't let him off the hook, uh!\n\n(More variations on the word 'Vice' to the end)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Vice\n  artist: Grandmaster Melle Mel\n  album: Miami Vice - 1985\n  duration_ms: 302000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Conversation of Busy Bee arguing with a cop about a stolen purse]\n\n  Vice [x4]\n  You have the right to remain silent\n  Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law\n  You have the right for an attorney\n  If you do not, or cannot afford an attorney\n  An attorney will be appointed to you - you are now under arrest\n\n  Crime, it pays real nice\n  But what you really didn't know that crime pays twice\n  It pays once in money, twice in years\n  In the jail cell, tryin to hide your tears\n  And the trip bad, cause you tried to get rich\n  In the graveyards, or in the shallow ditch\n  It's money or time so make up your mind\n\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6]\n\n  Fraud, the girl he adored\n  Turned out to be another dirty old broad\n  Took all the money, told all the lies\n  I heard she even, slept with other guys\n  Nothing she wouldn't do for a dollar or two\n  But every lie she told he knew to be true\n  He loves his honey, but she loved money\n  Vice [x6]\n  Talk about ya-yo, uhh, it's everywhere you go\n  They said in Miami it'll never snow\n  Now it's snow in the palm trees, snow on the sand\n  It snows all day, for sixty dollars a gram\n  Now they're strung out and high, hung out to dry\n  The air that they breathe the food that they buy\n  They think that they can fly, but that's a white lie\n\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) vi-vi-vice, vi-vi-vi-vi-vice (Miami!)\n  Vice [x6] Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6] Vice\n  Vice [x6]\n\n  The mob, a full time job\n  Known to extort and steal or rob\n  Started as a hitman, lookin for wealth\n  And now he's the boss workin for his self\n  For all the blood money that he did earn\n  It made him take lives with no concern\n  But soon he would learn that next is his turn\n\n  Prostitution, it's a low down shame\n  How any girl, would wanna play that game\n  From pillow, to post, a sidewalk host\n  But the lady's got a condo out on the coast\n  She thought that the hole, was better than gold\n  Now she worked on her back til she got too old\n  Layin down on the job, has made her a slob, uhh\n  Vice [x6]\n  It's a stickup, so throw your hands in the air\n  And don't, ah put em down, keep em way up there\n  Just let me your wallet empty all your pockets\n  Got a itchy trigger finger and I'm gonna cock it\n  My eyes got wide as they pulled away\n  I said, \"Who are you the cops?\" He began to say\n  \"No I'm Clint Eastwood, make my day... get in the car!\"\n\n  Homicide is on the rise, and it's no surprise\n  The bums are in the alleyways tryin to take lives\n  People burglarize then suicidal criminals are never idle\n  Court procedures at your leisures eight finger Visas circle seizures\n  Con man fencer, arson is a trip\n  Take all the fingerprints, and give him the book\n  And then hope that the judge don't let him off the hook, uh!\n\n  (More variations on the word 'Vice' to the end)\n"},{"id":27491295,"name":"Vice","trackName":"Vice","artistName":"Grandmaster Melle Mel","albumName":"Soundtrack: Miami Vice","duration":301.973333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Conversation of Busy Bee arguing with a cop about a stolen purse]\n\nVice [x4]\nYou have the right to remain silent\nAnything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law\nYou have the right for an attorney\nIf you do not, or cannot afford an attorney\nAn attorney will be appointed to you - you are now under arrest\n\nCrime, it pays real nice\nBut what you really didn't know that crime pays twice\nIt pays once in money, twice in years\nIn the jail cell, tryin to hide your tears\nAnd the trip bad, cause you tried to get rich\nIn the graveyards, or in the shallow ditch\nIt's money or time so make up your mind\n\nVice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\nVice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\nVice [x6]\n\nFraud, the girl he adored\nTurned out to be another dirty old broad\nTook all the money, told all the lies\nI heard she even, slept with other guys\nNothing she wouldn't do for a dollar or two\nBut every lie she told he knew to be true\nHe loves his honey, but she loved money\nVice [x6]\nTalk about ya-yo, uhh, it's everywhere you go\nThey said in Miami it'll never snow\nNow it's snow in the palm trees, snow on the sand\nIt snows all day, for sixty dollars a gram\nNow they're strung out and high, hung out to dry\nThe air that they breathe the food that they buy\nThey think that they can fly, but that's a white lie\n\nVice [x6] (Miami!) vi-vi-vice, vi-vi-vi-vi-vice (Miami!)\nVice [x6] Vice, Vice\nVice [x6] Vice\nVice [x6]\n\nThe mob, a full time job\nKnown to extort and steal or rob\nStarted as a hitman, lookin for wealth\nAnd now he's the boss workin for his self\nFor all the blood money that he did earn\nIt made him take lives with no concern\nBut soon he would learn that next is his turn\n\nProstitution, it's a low down shame\nHow any girl, would wanna play that game\nFrom pillow, to post, a sidewalk host\nBut the lady's got a condo out on the coast\nShe thought that the hole, was better than gold\nNow she worked on her back til she got too old\nLayin down on the job, has made her a slob, uhh\nVice [x6]\nIt's a stickup, so throw your hands in the air\nAnd don't, ah put em down, keep em way up there\nJust let me your wallet empty all your pockets\nGot a itchy trigger finger and I'm gonna cock it\nMy eyes got wide as they pulled away\nI said, \"Who are you the cops?\" He began to say\n\"No I'm Clint Eastwood, make my day... get in the car!\"\n\nHomicide is on the rise, and it's no surprise\nThe bums are in the alleyways tryin to take lives\nPeople burglarize then suicidal criminals are never idle\nCourt procedures at your leisures eight finger Visas circle seizures\nCon man fencer, arson is a trip\nTake all the fingerprints, and give him the book\nAnd then hope that the judge don't let him off the hook, uh!\n\n(More variations on the word 'Vice' to the end)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Vice\n  artist: Grandmaster Melle Mel\n  album: 'Soundtrack: Miami Vice'\n  duration_ms: 301973\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Conversation of Busy Bee arguing with a cop about a stolen purse]\n\n  Vice [x4]\n  You have the right to remain silent\n  Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law\n  You have the right for an attorney\n  If you do not, or cannot afford an attorney\n  An attorney will be appointed to you - you are now under arrest\n\n  Crime, it pays real nice\n  But what you really didn't know that crime pays twice\n  It pays once in money, twice in years\n  In the jail cell, tryin to hide your tears\n  And the trip bad, cause you tried to get rich\n  In the graveyards, or in the shallow ditch\n  It's money or time so make up your mind\n\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6]\n\n  Fraud, the girl he adored\n  Turned out to be another dirty old broad\n  Took all the money, told all the lies\n  I heard she even, slept with other guys\n  Nothing she wouldn't do for a dollar or two\n  But every lie she told he knew to be true\n  He loves his honey, but she loved money\n  Vice [x6]\n  Talk about ya-yo, uhh, it's everywhere you go\n  They said in Miami it'll never snow\n  Now it's snow in the palm trees, snow on the sand\n  It snows all day, for sixty dollars a gram\n  Now they're strung out and high, hung out to dry\n  The air that they breathe the food that they buy\n  They think that they can fly, but that's a white lie\n\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) vi-vi-vice, vi-vi-vi-vi-vice (Miami!)\n  Vice [x6] Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6] Vice\n  Vice [x6]\n\n  The mob, a full time job\n  Known to extort and steal or rob\n  Started as a hitman, lookin for wealth\n  And now he's the boss workin for his self\n  For all the blood money that he did earn\n  It made him take lives with no concern\n  But soon he would learn that next is his turn\n\n  Prostitution, it's a low down shame\n  How any girl, would wanna play that game\n  From pillow, to post, a sidewalk host\n  But the lady's got a condo out on the coast\n  She thought that the hole, was better than gold\n  Now she worked on her back til she got too old\n  Layin down on the job, has made her a slob, uhh\n  Vice [x6]\n  It's a stickup, so throw your hands in the air\n  And don't, ah put em down, keep em way up there\n  Just let me your wallet empty all your pockets\n  Got a itchy trigger finger and I'm gonna cock it\n  My eyes got wide as they pulled away\n  I said, \"Who are you the cops?\" He began to say\n  \"No I'm Clint Eastwood, make my day... get in the car!\"\n\n  Homicide is on the rise, and it's no surprise\n  The bums are in the alleyways tryin to take lives\n  People burglarize then suicidal criminals are never idle\n  Court procedures at your leisures eight finger Visas circle seizures\n  Con man fencer, arson is a trip\n  Take all the fingerprints, and give him the book\n  And then hope that the judge don't let him off the hook, uh!\n\n  (More variations on the word 'Vice' to the end)\n"},{"id":26999416,"name":"Vice","trackName":"Vice","artistName":"Grandmaster Melle Mel","albumName":"Miami Vice 1","duration":302.475025,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Conversation of Busy Bee arguing with a cop about a stolen purse]\n\nVice [x4]\nYou have the right to remain silent\nAnything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law\nYou have the right for an attorney\nIf you do not, or cannot afford an attorney\nAn attorney will be appointed to you - you are now under arrest\n\nCrime, it pays real nice\nBut what you really didn't know that crime pays twice\nIt pays once in money, twice in years\nIn the jail cell, tryin to hide your tears\nAnd the trip bad, cause you tried to get rich\nIn the graveyards, or in the shallow ditch\nIt's money or time so make up your mind\n\nVice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\nVice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\nVice [x6]\n\nFraud, the girl he adored\nTurned out to be another dirty old broad\nTook all the money, told all the lies\nI heard she even, slept with other guys\nNothing she wouldn't do for a dollar or two\nBut every lie she told he knew to be true\nHe loves his honey, but she loved money\nVice [x6]\nTalk about ya-yo, uhh, it's everywhere you go\nThey said in Miami it'll never snow\nNow it's snow in the palm trees, snow on the sand\nIt snows all day, for sixty dollars a gram\nNow they're strung out and high, hung out to dry\nThe air that they breathe the food that they buy\nThey think that they can fly, but that's a white lie\n\nVice [x6] (Miami!) vi-vi-vice, vi-vi-vi-vi-vice (Miami!)\nVice [x6] Vice, Vice\nVice [x6] Vice\nVice [x6]\n\nThe mob, a full time job\nKnown to extort and steal or rob\nStarted as a hitman, lookin for wealth\nAnd now he's the boss workin for his self\nFor all the blood money that he did earn\nIt made him take lives with no concern\nBut soon he would learn that next is his turn\n\nProstitution, it's a low down shame\nHow any girl, would wanna play that game\nFrom pillow, to post, a sidewalk host\nBut the lady's got a condo out on the coast\nShe thought that the hole, was better than gold\nNow she worked on her back til she got too old\nLayin down on the job, has made her a slob, uhh\nVice [x6]\nIt's a stickup, so throw your hands in the air\nAnd don't, ah put em down, keep em way up there\nJust let me your wallet empty all your pockets\nGot a itchy trigger finger and I'm gonna cock it\nMy eyes got wide as they pulled away\nI said, \"Who are you the cops?\" He began to say\n\"No I'm Clint Eastwood, make my day... get in the car!\"\n\nHomicide is on the rise, and it's no surprise\nThe bums are in the alleyways tryin to take lives\nPeople burglarize then suicidal criminals are never idle\nCourt procedures at your leisures eight finger Visas circle seizures\nCon man fencer, arson is a trip\nTake all the fingerprints, and give him the book\nAnd then hope that the judge don't let him off the hook, uh!\n\n(More variations on the word 'Vice' to the end)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Vice\n  artist: Grandmaster Melle Mel\n  album: Miami Vice 1\n  duration_ms: 302475\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Conversation of Busy Bee arguing with a cop about a stolen purse]\n\n  Vice [x4]\n  You have the right to remain silent\n  Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law\n  You have the right for an attorney\n  If you do not, or cannot afford an attorney\n  An attorney will be appointed to you - you are now under arrest\n\n  Crime, it pays real nice\n  But what you really didn't know that crime pays twice\n  It pays once in money, twice in years\n  In the jail cell, tryin to hide your tears\n  And the trip bad, cause you tried to get rich\n  In the graveyards, or in the shallow ditch\n  It's money or time so make up your mind\n\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6]\n\n  Fraud, the girl he adored\n  Turned out to be another dirty old broad\n  Took all the money, told all the lies\n  I heard she even, slept with other guys\n  Nothing she wouldn't do for a dollar or two\n  But every lie she told he knew to be true\n  He loves his honey, but she loved money\n  Vice [x6]\n  Talk about ya-yo, uhh, it's everywhere you go\n  They said in Miami it'll never snow\n  Now it's snow in the palm trees, snow on the sand\n  It snows all day, for sixty dollars a gram\n  Now they're strung out and high, hung out to dry\n  The air that they breathe the food that they buy\n  They think that they can fly, but that's a white lie\n\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) vi-vi-vice, vi-vi-vi-vi-vice (Miami!)\n  Vice [x6] Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6] Vice\n  Vice [x6]\n\n  The mob, a full time job\n  Known to extort and steal or rob\n  Started as a hitman, lookin for wealth\n  And now he's the boss workin for his self\n  For all the blood money that he did earn\n  It made him take lives with no concern\n  But soon he would learn that next is his turn\n\n  Prostitution, it's a low down shame\n  How any girl, would wanna play that game\n  From pillow, to post, a sidewalk host\n  But the lady's got a condo out on the coast\n  She thought that the hole, was better than gold\n  Now she worked on her back til she got too old\n  Layin down on the job, has made her a slob, uhh\n  Vice [x6]\n  It's a stickup, so throw your hands in the air\n  And don't, ah put em down, keep em way up there\n  Just let me your wallet empty all your pockets\n  Got a itchy trigger finger and I'm gonna cock it\n  My eyes got wide as they pulled away\n  I said, \"Who are you the cops?\" He began to say\n  \"No I'm Clint Eastwood, make my day... get in the car!\"\n\n  Homicide is on the rise, and it's no surprise\n  The bums are in the alleyways tryin to take lives\n  People burglarize then suicidal criminals are never idle\n  Court procedures at your leisures eight finger Visas circle seizures\n  Con man fencer, arson is a trip\n  Take all the fingerprints, and give him the book\n  And then hope that the judge don't let him off the hook, uh!\n\n  (More variations on the word 'Vice' to the end)\n"},{"id":23661858,"name":"Vice","trackName":"Vice","artistName":"Grandmaster Melle Mel","albumName":"The Best Of Miami Vice","duration":302.4,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Conversation of Busy Bee arguing with a cop about a stolen purse]\n\nVice [x4]\nYou have the right to remain silent\nAnything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law\nYou have the right for an attorney\nIf you do not, or cannot afford an attorney\nAn attorney will be appointed to you - you are now under arrest\n\nCrime, it pays real nice\nBut what you really didn't know that crime pays twice\nIt pays once in money, twice in years\nIn the jail cell, tryin to hide your tears\nAnd the trip bad, cause you tried to get rich\nIn the graveyards, or in the shallow ditch\nIt's money or time so make up your mind\n\nVice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\nVice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\nVice [x6]\n\nFraud, the girl he adored\nTurned out to be another dirty old broad\nTook all the money, told all the lies\nI heard she even, slept with other guys\nNothing she wouldn't do for a dollar or two\nBut every lie she told he knew to be true\nHe loves his honey, but she loved money\nVice [x6]\nTalk about ya-yo, uhh, it's everywhere you go\nThey said in Miami it'll never snow\nNow it's snow in the palm trees, snow on the sand\nIt snows all day, for sixty dollars a gram\nNow they're strung out and high, hung out to dry\nThe air that they breathe the food that they buy\nThey think that they can fly, but that's a white lie\n\nVice [x6] (Miami!) vi-vi-vice, vi-vi-vi-vi-vice (Miami!)\nVice [x6] Vice, Vice\nVice [x6] Vice\nVice [x6]\n\nThe mob, a full time job\nKnown to extort and steal or rob\nStarted as a hitman, lookin for wealth\nAnd now he's the boss workin for his self\nFor all the blood money that he did earn\nIt made him take lives with no concern\nBut soon he would learn that next is his turn\n\nProstitution, it's a low down shame\nHow any girl, would wanna play that game\nFrom pillow, to post, a sidewalk host\nBut the lady's got a condo out on the coast\nShe thought that the hole, was better than gold\nNow she worked on her back til she got too old\nLayin down on the job, has made her a slob, uhh\nVice [x6]\nIt's a stickup, so throw your hands in the air\nAnd don't, ah put em down, keep em way up there\nJust let me your wallet empty all your pockets\nGot a itchy trigger finger and I'm gonna cock it\nMy eyes got wide as they pulled away\nI said, \"Who are you the cops?\" He began to say\n\"No I'm Clint Eastwood, make my day... get in the car!\"\n\nHomicide is on the rise, and it's no surprise\nThe bums are in the alleyways tryin to take lives\nPeople burglarize then suicidal criminals are never idle\nCourt procedures at your leisures eight finger Visas circle seizures\nCon man fencer, arson is a trip\nTake all the fingerprints, and give him the book\nAnd then hope that the judge don't let him off the hook, uh!\n\n(More variations on the word 'Vice' to the end)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Vice\n  artist: Grandmaster Melle Mel\n  album: The Best Of Miami Vice\n  duration_ms: 302400\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Conversation of Busy Bee arguing with a cop about a stolen purse]\n\n  Vice [x4]\n  You have the right to remain silent\n  Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law\n  You have the right for an attorney\n  If you do not, or cannot afford an attorney\n  An attorney will be appointed to you - you are now under arrest\n\n  Crime, it pays real nice\n  But what you really didn't know that crime pays twice\n  It pays once in money, twice in years\n  In the jail cell, tryin to hide your tears\n  And the trip bad, cause you tried to get rich\n  In the graveyards, or in the shallow ditch\n  It's money or time so make up your mind\n\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6]\n\n  Fraud, the girl he adored\n  Turned out to be another dirty old broad\n  Took all the money, told all the lies\n  I heard she even, slept with other guys\n  Nothing she wouldn't do for a dollar or two\n  But every lie she told he knew to be true\n  He loves his honey, but she loved money\n  Vice [x6]\n  Talk about ya-yo, uhh, it's everywhere you go\n  They said in Miami it'll never snow\n  Now it's snow in the palm trees, snow on the sand\n  It snows all day, for sixty dollars a gram\n  Now they're strung out and high, hung out to dry\n  The air that they breathe the food that they buy\n  They think that they can fly, but that's a white lie\n\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) vi-vi-vice, vi-vi-vi-vi-vice (Miami!)\n  Vice [x6] Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6] Vice\n  Vice [x6]\n\n  The mob, a full time job\n  Known to extort and steal or rob\n  Started as a hitman, lookin for wealth\n  And now he's the boss workin for his self\n  For all the blood money that he did earn\n  It made him take lives with no concern\n  But soon he would learn that next is his turn\n\n  Prostitution, it's a low down shame\n  How any girl, would wanna play that game\n  From pillow, to post, a sidewalk host\n  But the lady's got a condo out on the coast\n  She thought that the hole, was better than gold\n  Now she worked on her back til she got too old\n  Layin down on the job, has made her a slob, uhh\n  Vice [x6]\n  It's a stickup, so throw your hands in the air\n  And don't, ah put em down, keep em way up there\n  Just let me your wallet empty all your pockets\n  Got a itchy trigger finger and I'm gonna cock it\n  My eyes got wide as they pulled away\n  I said, \"Who are you the cops?\" He began to say\n  \"No I'm Clint Eastwood, make my day... get in the car!\"\n\n  Homicide is on the rise, and it's no surprise\n  The bums are in the alleyways tryin to take lives\n  People burglarize then suicidal criminals are never idle\n  Court procedures at your leisures eight finger Visas circle seizures\n  Con man fencer, arson is a trip\n  Take all the fingerprints, and give him the book\n  And then hope that the judge don't let him off the hook, uh!\n\n  (More variations on the word 'Vice' to the end)\n"},{"id":39918644,"name":"Vice","trackName":"Vice","artistName":"Grandmaster Melle Mel","albumName":"Miami Vice: The Ultimate Collection","duration":302.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Conversation of Busy Bee arguing with a cop about a stolen purse]\n\nVice [x4]\nYou have the right to remain silent\nAnything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law\nYou have the right for an attorney\nIf you do not, or cannot afford an attorney\nAn attorney will be appointed to you - you are now under arrest\n\nCrime, it pays real nice\nBut what you really didn't know that crime pays twice\nIt pays once in money, twice in years\nIn the jail cell, tryin to hide your tears\nAnd the trip bad, cause you tried to get rich\nIn the graveyards, or in the shallow ditch\nIt's money or time so make up your mind\n\nVice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\nVice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\nVice [x6]\n\nFraud, the girl he adored\nTurned out to be another dirty old broad\nTook all the money, told all the lies\nI heard she even, slept with other guys\nNothing she wouldn't do for a dollar or two\nBut every lie she told he knew to be true\nHe loves his honey, but she loved money\nVice [x6]\nTalk about ya-yo, uhh, it's everywhere you go\nThey said in Miami it'll never snow\nNow it's snow in the palm trees, snow on the sand\nIt snows all day, for sixty dollars a gram\nNow they're strung out and high, hung out to dry\nThe air that they breathe the food that they buy\nThey think that they can fly, but that's a white lie\n\nVice [x6] (Miami!) vi-vi-vice, vi-vi-vi-vi-vice (Miami!)\nVice [x6] Vice, Vice\nVice [x6] Vice\nVice [x6]\n\nThe mob, a full time job\nKnown to extort and steal or rob\nStarted as a hitman, lookin for wealth\nAnd now he's the boss workin for his self\nFor all the blood money that he did earn\nIt made him take lives with no concern\nBut soon he would learn that next is his turn\n\nProstitution, it's a low down shame\nHow any girl, would wanna play that game\nFrom pillow, to post, a sidewalk host\nBut the lady's got a condo out on the coast\nShe thought that the hole, was better than gold\nNow she worked on her back til she got too old\nLayin down on the job, has made her a slob, uhh\nVice [x6]\nIt's a stickup, so throw your hands in the air\nAnd don't, ah put em down, keep em way up there\nJust let me your wallet empty all your pockets\nGot a itchy trigger finger and I'm gonna cock it\nMy eyes got wide as they pulled away\nI said, \"Who are you the cops?\" He began to say\n\"No I'm Clint Eastwood, make my day... get in the car!\"\n\nHomicide is on the rise, and it's no surprise\nThe bums are in the alleyways tryin to take lives\nPeople burglarize then suicidal criminals are never idle\nCourt procedures at your leisures eight finger Visas circle seizures\nCon man fencer, arson is a trip\nTake all the fingerprints, and give him the book\nAnd then hope that the judge don't let him off the hook, uh!\n\n(More variations on the word 'Vice' to the end)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Vice\n  artist: Grandmaster Melle Mel\n  album: 'Miami Vice: The Ultimate Collection'\n  duration_ms: 301973\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Conversation of Busy Bee arguing with a cop about a stolen purse]\n\n  Vice [x4]\n  You have the right to remain silent\n  Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law\n  You have the right for an attorney\n  If you do not, or cannot afford an attorney\n  An attorney will be appointed to you - you are now under arrest\n\n  Crime, it pays real nice\n  But what you really didn't know that crime pays twice\n  It pays once in money, twice in years\n  In the jail cell, tryin to hide your tears\n  And the trip bad, cause you tried to get rich\n  In the graveyards, or in the shallow ditch\n  It's money or time so make up your mind\n\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6]\n\n  Fraud, the girl he adored\n  Turned out to be another dirty old broad\n  Took all the money, told all the lies\n  I heard she even, slept with other guys\n  Nothing she wouldn't do for a dollar or two\n  But every lie she told he knew to be true\n  He loves his honey, but she loved money\n  Vice [x6]\n  Talk about ya-yo, uhh, it's everywhere you go\n  They said in Miami it'll never snow\n  Now it's snow in the palm trees, snow on the sand\n  It snows all day, for sixty dollars a gram\n  Now they're strung out and high, hung out to dry\n  The air that they breathe the food that they buy\n  They think that they can fly, but that's a white lie\n\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) vi-vi-vice, vi-vi-vi-vi-vice (Miami!)\n  Vice [x6] Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6] Vice\n  Vice [x6]\n\n  The mob, a full time job\n  Known to extort and steal or rob\n  Started as a hitman, lookin for wealth\n  And now he's the boss workin for his self\n  For all the blood money that he did earn\n  It made him take lives with no concern\n  But soon he would learn that next is his turn\n\n  Prostitution, it's a low down shame\n  How any girl, would wanna play that game\n  From pillow, to post, a sidewalk host\n  But the lady's got a condo out on the coast\n  She thought that the hole, was better than gold\n  Now she worked on her back til she got too old\n  Layin down on the job, has made her a slob, uhh\n  Vice [x6]\n  It's a stickup, so throw your hands in the air\n  And don't, ah put em down, keep em way up there\n  Just let me your wallet empty all your pockets\n  Got a itchy trigger finger and I'm gonna cock it\n  My eyes got wide as they pulled away\n  I said, \"Who are you the cops?\" He began to say\n  \"No I'm Clint Eastwood, make my day... get in the car!\"\n\n  Homicide is on the rise, and it's no surprise\n  The bums are in the alleyways tryin to take lives\n  People burglarize then suicidal criminals are never idle\n  Court procedures at your leisures eight finger Visas circle seizures\n  Con man fencer, arson is a trip\n  Take all the fingerprints, and give him the book\n  And then hope that the judge don't let him off the hook, uh!\n\n  (More variations on the word 'Vice' to the end)\n"},{"id":21592306,"name":"Vice","trackName":"Vice","artistName":"Grandmaster Melle Mel","albumName":"Miami Vice [OST]: The Ultimate Collection","duration":302.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Conversation of Busy Bee arguing with a cop about a stolen purse]\n\nVice [x4]\nYou have the right to remain silent\nAnything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law\nYou have the right for an attorney\nIf you do not, or cannot afford an attorney\nAn attorney will be appointed to you - you are now under arrest\n\nCrime, it pays real nice\nBut what you really didn't know that crime pays twice\nIt pays once in money, twice in years\nIn the jail cell, tryin to hide your tears\nAnd the trip bad, cause you tried to get rich\nIn the graveyards, or in the shallow ditch\nIt's money or time so make up your mind\n\nVice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\nVice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\nVice [x6]\n\nFraud, the girl he adored\nTurned out to be another dirty old broad\nTook all the money, told all the lies\nI heard she even, slept with other guys\nNothing she wouldn't do for a dollar or two\nBut every lie she told he knew to be true\nHe loves his honey, but she loved money\nVice [x6]\nTalk about ya-yo, uhh, it's everywhere you go\nThey said in Miami it'll never snow\nNow it's snow in the palm trees, snow on the sand\nIt snows all day, for sixty dollars a gram\nNow they're strung out and high, hung out to dry\nThe air that they breathe the food that they buy\nThey think that they can fly, but that's a white lie\n\nVice [x6] (Miami!) vi-vi-vice, vi-vi-vi-vi-vice (Miami!)\nVice [x6] Vice, Vice\nVice [x6] Vice\nVice [x6]\n\nThe mob, a full time job\nKnown to extort and steal or rob\nStarted as a hitman, lookin for wealth\nAnd now he's the boss workin for his self\nFor all the blood money that he did earn\nIt made him take lives with no concern\nBut soon he would learn that next is his turn\n\nProstitution, it's a low down shame\nHow any girl, would wanna play that game\nFrom pillow, to post, a sidewalk host\nBut the lady's got a condo out on the coast\nShe thought that the hole, was better than gold\nNow she worked on her back til she got too old\nLayin down on the job, has made her a slob, uhh\nVice [x6]\nIt's a stickup, so throw your hands in the air\nAnd don't, ah put em down, keep em way up there\nJust let me your wallet empty all your pockets\nGot a itchy trigger finger and I'm gonna cock it\nMy eyes got wide as they pulled away\nI said, \"Who are you the cops?\" He began to say\n\"No I'm Clint Eastwood, make my day... get in the car!\"\n\nHomicide is on the rise, and it's no surprise\nThe bums are in the alleyways tryin to take lives\nPeople burglarize then suicidal criminals are never idle\nCourt procedures at your leisures eight finger Visas circle seizures\nCon man fencer, arson is a trip\nTake all the fingerprints, and give him the book\nAnd then hope that the judge don't let him off the hook, uh!\n\n(More variations on the word 'Vice' to the end)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Vice\n  artist: Grandmaster Melle Mel\n  album: 'Miami Vice [OST]: The Ultimate Collection'\n  duration_ms: 302000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Conversation of Busy Bee arguing with a cop about a stolen purse]\n\n  Vice [x4]\n  You have the right to remain silent\n  Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law\n  You have the right for an attorney\n  If you do not, or cannot afford an attorney\n  An attorney will be appointed to you - you are now under arrest\n\n  Crime, it pays real nice\n  But what you really didn't know that crime pays twice\n  It pays once in money, twice in years\n  In the jail cell, tryin to hide your tears\n  And the trip bad, cause you tried to get rich\n  In the graveyards, or in the shallow ditch\n  It's money or time so make up your mind\n\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6]\n\n  Fraud, the girl he adored\n  Turned out to be another dirty old broad\n  Took all the money, told all the lies\n  I heard she even, slept with other guys\n  Nothing she wouldn't do for a dollar or two\n  But every lie she told he knew to be true\n  He loves his honey, but she loved money\n  Vice [x6]\n  Talk about ya-yo, uhh, it's everywhere you go\n  They said in Miami it'll never snow\n  Now it's snow in the palm trees, snow on the sand\n  It snows all day, for sixty dollars a gram\n  Now they're strung out and high, hung out to dry\n  The air that they breathe the food that they buy\n  They think that they can fly, but that's a white lie\n\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) vi-vi-vice, vi-vi-vi-vi-vice (Miami!)\n  Vice [x6] Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6] Vice\n  Vice [x6]\n\n  The mob, a full time job\n  Known to extort and steal or rob\n  Started as a hitman, lookin for wealth\n  And now he's the boss workin for his self\n  For all the blood money that he did earn\n  It made him take lives with no concern\n  But soon he would learn that next is his turn\n\n  Prostitution, it's a low down shame\n  How any girl, would wanna play that game\n  From pillow, to post, a sidewalk host\n  But the lady's got a condo out on the coast\n  She thought that the hole, was better than gold\n  Now she worked on her back til she got too old\n  Layin down on the job, has made her a slob, uhh\n  Vice [x6]\n  It's a stickup, so throw your hands in the air\n  And don't, ah put em down, keep em way up there\n  Just let me your wallet empty all your pockets\n  Got a itchy trigger finger and I'm gonna cock it\n  My eyes got wide as they pulled away\n  I said, \"Who are you the cops?\" He began to say\n  \"No I'm Clint Eastwood, make my day... get in the car!\"\n\n  Homicide is on the rise, and it's no surprise\n  The bums are in the alleyways tryin to take lives\n  People burglarize then suicidal criminals are never idle\n  Court procedures at your leisures eight finger Visas circle seizures\n  Con man fencer, arson is a trip\n  Take all the fingerprints, and give him the book\n  And then hope that the judge don't let him off the hook, uh!\n\n  (More variations on the word 'Vice' to the end)\n"},{"id":18908063,"name":"Vice","trackName":"Vice","artistName":"Grandmaster Melle Mel","albumName":"Miami Vice: Music From the Television Series","duration":302.0031,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Conversation of Busy Bee arguing with a cop about a stolen purse]\n\nVice [x4]\nYou have the right to remain silent\nAnything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law\nYou have the right for an attorney\nIf you do not, or cannot afford an attorney\nAn attorney will be appointed to you - you are now under arrest\n\nCrime, it pays real nice\nBut what you really didn't know that crime pays twice\nIt pays once in money, twice in years\nIn the jail cell, tryin to hide your tears\nAnd the trip bad, cause you tried to get rich\nIn the graveyards, or in the shallow ditch\nIt's money or time so make up your mind\n\nVice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\nVice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\nVice [x6]\n\nFraud, the girl he adored\nTurned out to be another dirty old broad\nTook all the money, told all the lies\nI heard she even, slept with other guys\nNothing she wouldn't do for a dollar or two\nBut every lie she told he knew to be true\nHe loves his honey, but she loved money\nVice [x6]\nTalk about ya-yo, uhh, it's everywhere you go\nThey said in Miami it'll never snow\nNow it's snow in the palm trees, snow on the sand\nIt snows all day, for sixty dollars a gram\nNow they're strung out and high, hung out to dry\nThe air that they breathe the food that they buy\nThey think that they can fly, but that's a white lie\n\nVice [x6] (Miami!) vi-vi-vice, vi-vi-vi-vi-vice (Miami!)\nVice [x6] Vice, Vice\nVice [x6] Vice\nVice [x6]\n\nThe mob, a full time job\nKnown to extort and steal or rob\nStarted as a hitman, lookin for wealth\nAnd now he's the boss workin for his self\nFor all the blood money that he did earn\nIt made him take lives with no concern\nBut soon he would learn that next is his turn\n\nProstitution, it's a low down shame\nHow any girl, would wanna play that game\nFrom pillow, to post, a sidewalk host\nBut the lady's got a condo out on the coast\nShe thought that the hole, was better than gold\nNow she worked on her back til she got too old\nLayin down on the job, has made her a slob, uhh\nVice [x6]\nIt's a stickup, so throw your hands in the air\nAnd don't, ah put em down, keep em way up there\nJust let me your wallet empty all your pockets\nGot a itchy trigger finger and I'm gonna cock it\nMy eyes got wide as they pulled away\nI said, \"Who are you the cops?\" He began to say\n\"No I'm Clint Eastwood, make my day... get in the car!\"\n\nHomicide is on the rise, and it's no surprise\nThe bums are in the alleyways tryin to take lives\nPeople burglarize then suicidal criminals are never idle\nCourt procedures at your leisures eight finger Visas circle seizures\nCon man fencer, arson is a trip\nTake all the fingerprints, and give him the book\nAnd then hope that the judge don't let him off the hook, uh!\n\n(More variations on the word 'Vice' to the end)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Vice\n  artist: Grandmaster Melle Mel\n  album: 'Miami Vice: Music From the Television Series'\n  duration_ms: 302003\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Conversation of Busy Bee arguing with a cop about a stolen purse]\n\n  Vice [x4]\n  You have the right to remain silent\n  Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law\n  You have the right for an attorney\n  If you do not, or cannot afford an attorney\n  An attorney will be appointed to you - you are now under arrest\n\n  Crime, it pays real nice\n  But what you really didn't know that crime pays twice\n  It pays once in money, twice in years\n  In the jail cell, tryin to hide your tears\n  And the trip bad, cause you tried to get rich\n  In the graveyards, or in the shallow ditch\n  It's money or time so make up your mind\n\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6]\n\n  Fraud, the girl he adored\n  Turned out to be another dirty old broad\n  Took all the money, told all the lies\n  I heard she even, slept with other guys\n  Nothing she wouldn't do for a dollar or two\n  But every lie she told he knew to be true\n  He loves his honey, but she loved money\n  Vice [x6]\n  Talk about ya-yo, uhh, it's everywhere you go\n  They said in Miami it'll never snow\n  Now it's snow in the palm trees, snow on the sand\n  It snows all day, for sixty dollars a gram\n  Now they're strung out and high, hung out to dry\n  The air that they breathe the food that they buy\n  They think that they can fly, but that's a white lie\n\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) vi-vi-vice, vi-vi-vi-vi-vice (Miami!)\n  Vice [x6] Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6] Vice\n  Vice [x6]\n\n  The mob, a full time job\n  Known to extort and steal or rob\n  Started as a hitman, lookin for wealth\n  And now he's the boss workin for his self\n  For all the blood money that he did earn\n  It made him take lives with no concern\n  But soon he would learn that next is his turn\n\n  Prostitution, it's a low down shame\n  How any girl, would wanna play that game\n  From pillow, to post, a sidewalk host\n  But the lady's got a condo out on the coast\n  She thought that the hole, was better than gold\n  Now she worked on her back til she got too old\n  Layin down on the job, has made her a slob, uhh\n  Vice [x6]\n  It's a stickup, so throw your hands in the air\n  And don't, ah put em down, keep em way up there\n  Just let me your wallet empty all your pockets\n  Got a itchy trigger finger and I'm gonna cock it\n  My eyes got wide as they pulled away\n  I said, \"Who are you the cops?\" He began to say\n  \"No I'm Clint Eastwood, make my day... get in the car!\"\n\n  Homicide is on the rise, and it's no surprise\n  The bums are in the alleyways tryin to take lives\n  People burglarize then suicidal criminals are never idle\n  Court procedures at your leisures eight finger Visas circle seizures\n  Con man fencer, arson is a trip\n  Take all the fingerprints, and give him the book\n  And then hope that the judge don't let him off the hook, uh!\n\n  (More variations on the word 'Vice' to the end)\n"},{"id":23420549,"name":"Vice","trackName":"Vice","artistName":"Grandmaster Melle Mel","albumName":"Music From the Television Series “Miami Vice”","duration":302.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Conversation of Busy Bee arguing with a cop about a stolen purse]\n\nVice [x4]\nYou have the right to remain silent\nAnything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law\nYou have the right for an attorney\nIf you do not, or cannot afford an attorney\nAn attorney will be appointed to you - you are now under arrest\n\nCrime, it pays real nice\nBut what you really didn't know that crime pays twice\nIt pays once in money, twice in years\nIn the jail cell, tryin to hide your tears\nAnd the trip bad, cause you tried to get rich\nIn the graveyards, or in the shallow ditch\nIt's money or time so make up your mind\n\nVice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\nVice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\nVice [x6]\n\nFraud, the girl he adored\nTurned out to be another dirty old broad\nTook all the money, told all the lies\nI heard she even, slept with other guys\nNothing she wouldn't do for a dollar or two\nBut every lie she told he knew to be true\nHe loves his honey, but she loved money\nVice [x6]\nTalk about ya-yo, uhh, it's everywhere you go\nThey said in Miami it'll never snow\nNow it's snow in the palm trees, snow on the sand\nIt snows all day, for sixty dollars a gram\nNow they're strung out and high, hung out to dry\nThe air that they breathe the food that they buy\nThey think that they can fly, but that's a white lie\n\nVice [x6] (Miami!) vi-vi-vice, vi-vi-vi-vi-vice (Miami!)\nVice [x6] Vice, Vice\nVice [x6] Vice\nVice [x6]\n\nThe mob, a full time job\nKnown to extort and steal or rob\nStarted as a hitman, lookin for wealth\nAnd now he's the boss workin for his self\nFor all the blood money that he did earn\nIt made him take lives with no concern\nBut soon he would learn that next is his turn\n\nProstitution, it's a low down shame\nHow any girl, would wanna play that game\nFrom pillow, to post, a sidewalk host\nBut the lady's got a condo out on the coast\nShe thought that the hole, was better than gold\nNow she worked on her back til she got too old\nLayin down on the job, has made her a slob, uhh\nVice [x6]\nIt's a stickup, so throw your hands in the air\nAnd don't, ah put em down, keep em way up there\nJust let me your wallet empty all your pockets\nGot a itchy trigger finger and I'm gonna cock it\nMy eyes got wide as they pulled away\nI said, \"Who are you the cops?\" He began to say\n\"No I'm Clint Eastwood, make my day... get in the car!\"\n\nHomicide is on the rise, and it's no surprise\nThe bums are in the alleyways tryin to take lives\nPeople burglarize then suicidal criminals are never idle\nCourt procedures at your leisures eight finger Visas circle seizures\nCon man fencer, arson is a trip\nTake all the fingerprints, and give him the book\nAnd then hope that the judge don't let him off the hook, uh!\n\n(More variations on the word 'Vice' to the end)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Vice\n  artist: Grandmaster Melle Mel\n  album: Music From the Television Series “Miami Vice”\n  duration_ms: 302000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Conversation of Busy Bee arguing with a cop about a stolen purse]\n\n  Vice [x4]\n  You have the right to remain silent\n  Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law\n  You have the right for an attorney\n  If you do not, or cannot afford an attorney\n  An attorney will be appointed to you - you are now under arrest\n\n  Crime, it pays real nice\n  But what you really didn't know that crime pays twice\n  It pays once in money, twice in years\n  In the jail cell, tryin to hide your tears\n  And the trip bad, cause you tried to get rich\n  In the graveyards, or in the shallow ditch\n  It's money or time so make up your mind\n\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6]\n\n  Fraud, the girl he adored\n  Turned out to be another dirty old broad\n  Took all the money, told all the lies\n  I heard she even, slept with other guys\n  Nothing she wouldn't do for a dollar or two\n  But every lie she told he knew to be true\n  He loves his honey, but she loved money\n  Vice [x6]\n  Talk about ya-yo, uhh, it's everywhere you go\n  They said in Miami it'll never snow\n  Now it's snow in the palm trees, snow on the sand\n  It snows all day, for sixty dollars a gram\n  Now they're strung out and high, hung out to dry\n  The air that they breathe the food that they buy\n  They think that they can fly, but that's a white lie\n\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) vi-vi-vice, vi-vi-vi-vi-vice (Miami!)\n  Vice [x6] Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6] Vice\n  Vice [x6]\n\n  The mob, a full time job\n  Known to extort and steal or rob\n  Started as a hitman, lookin for wealth\n  And now he's the boss workin for his self\n  For all the blood money that he did earn\n  It made him take lives with no concern\n  But soon he would learn that next is his turn\n\n  Prostitution, it's a low down shame\n  How any girl, would wanna play that game\n  From pillow, to post, a sidewalk host\n  But the lady's got a condo out on the coast\n  She thought that the hole, was better than gold\n  Now she worked on her back til she got too old\n  Layin down on the job, has made her a slob, uhh\n  Vice [x6]\n  It's a stickup, so throw your hands in the air\n  And don't, ah put em down, keep em way up there\n  Just let me your wallet empty all your pockets\n  Got a itchy trigger finger and I'm gonna cock it\n  My eyes got wide as they pulled away\n  I said, \"Who are you the cops?\" He began to say\n  \"No I'm Clint Eastwood, make my day... get in the car!\"\n\n  Homicide is on the rise, and it's no surprise\n  The bums are in the alleyways tryin to take lives\n  People burglarize then suicidal criminals are never idle\n  Court procedures at your leisures eight finger Visas circle seizures\n  Con man fencer, arson is a trip\n  Take all the fingerprints, and give him the book\n  And then hope that the judge don't let him off the hook, uh!\n\n  (More variations on the word 'Vice' to the end)\n"},{"id":26673029,"name":"Vice","trackName":"Vice","artistName":"Grandmaster Melle Mel","albumName":"Miami Vice - The Ultimate Collection - Disc 1","duration":301.973333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Conversation of Busy Bee arguing with a cop about a stolen purse]\n\nVice [x4]\nYou have the right to remain silent\nAnything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law\nYou have the right for an attorney\nIf you do not, or cannot afford an attorney\nAn attorney will be appointed to you - you are now under arrest\n\nCrime, it pays real nice\nBut what you really didn't know that crime pays twice\nIt pays once in money, twice in years\nIn the jail cell, tryin to hide your tears\nAnd the trip bad, cause you tried to get rich\nIn the graveyards, or in the shallow ditch\nIt's money or time so make up your mind\n\nVice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\nVice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\nVice [x6]\n\nFraud, the girl he adored\nTurned out to be another dirty old broad\nTook all the money, told all the lies\nI heard she even, slept with other guys\nNothing she wouldn't do for a dollar or two\nBut every lie she told he knew to be true\nHe loves his honey, but she loved money\nVice [x6]\nTalk about ya-yo, uhh, it's everywhere you go\nThey said in Miami it'll never snow\nNow it's snow in the palm trees, snow on the sand\nIt snows all day, for sixty dollars a gram\nNow they're strung out and high, hung out to dry\nThe air that they breathe the food that they buy\nThey think that they can fly, but that's a white lie\n\nVice [x6] (Miami!) vi-vi-vice, vi-vi-vi-vi-vice (Miami!)\nVice [x6] Vice, Vice\nVice [x6] Vice\nVice [x6]\n\nThe mob, a full time job\nKnown to extort and steal or rob\nStarted as a hitman, lookin for wealth\nAnd now he's the boss workin for his self\nFor all the blood money that he did earn\nIt made him take lives with no concern\nBut soon he would learn that next is his turn\n\nProstitution, it's a low down shame\nHow any girl, would wanna play that game\nFrom pillow, to post, a sidewalk host\nBut the lady's got a condo out on the coast\nShe thought that the hole, was better than gold\nNow she worked on her back til she got too old\nLayin down on the job, has made her a slob, uhh\nVice [x6]\nIt's a stickup, so throw your hands in the air\nAnd don't, ah put em down, keep em way up there\nJust let me your wallet empty all your pockets\nGot a itchy trigger finger and I'm gonna cock it\nMy eyes got wide as they pulled away\nI said, \"Who are you the cops?\" He began to say\n\"No I'm Clint Eastwood, make my day... get in the car!\"\n\nHomicide is on the rise, and it's no surprise\nThe bums are in the alleyways tryin to take lives\nPeople burglarize then suicidal criminals are never idle\nCourt procedures at your leisures eight finger Visas circle seizures\nCon man fencer, arson is a trip\nTake all the fingerprints, and give him the book\nAnd then hope that the judge don't let him off the hook, uh!\n\n(More variations on the word 'Vice' to the end)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Vice\n  artist: Grandmaster Melle Mel\n  album: Miami Vice - The Ultimate Collection - Disc 1\n  duration_ms: 301973\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Conversation of Busy Bee arguing with a cop about a stolen purse]\n\n  Vice [x4]\n  You have the right to remain silent\n  Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law\n  You have the right for an attorney\n  If you do not, or cannot afford an attorney\n  An attorney will be appointed to you - you are now under arrest\n\n  Crime, it pays real nice\n  But what you really didn't know that crime pays twice\n  It pays once in money, twice in years\n  In the jail cell, tryin to hide your tears\n  And the trip bad, cause you tried to get rich\n  In the graveyards, or in the shallow ditch\n  It's money or time so make up your mind\n\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6]\n\n  Fraud, the girl he adored\n  Turned out to be another dirty old broad\n  Took all the money, told all the lies\n  I heard she even, slept with other guys\n  Nothing she wouldn't do for a dollar or two\n  But every lie she told he knew to be true\n  He loves his honey, but she loved money\n  Vice [x6]\n  Talk about ya-yo, uhh, it's everywhere you go\n  They said in Miami it'll never snow\n  Now it's snow in the palm trees, snow on the sand\n  It snows all day, for sixty dollars a gram\n  Now they're strung out and high, hung out to dry\n  The air that they breathe the food that they buy\n  They think that they can fly, but that's a white lie\n\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) vi-vi-vice, vi-vi-vi-vi-vice (Miami!)\n  Vice [x6] Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6] Vice\n  Vice [x6]\n\n  The mob, a full time job\n  Known to extort and steal or rob\n  Started as a hitman, lookin for wealth\n  And now he's the boss workin for his self\n  For all the blood money that he did earn\n  It made him take lives with no concern\n  But soon he would learn that next is his turn\n\n  Prostitution, it's a low down shame\n  How any girl, would wanna play that game\n  From pillow, to post, a sidewalk host\n  But the lady's got a condo out on the coast\n  She thought that the hole, was better than gold\n  Now she worked on her back til she got too old\n  Layin down on the job, has made her a slob, uhh\n  Vice [x6]\n  It's a stickup, so throw your hands in the air\n  And don't, ah put em down, keep em way up there\n  Just let me your wallet empty all your pockets\n  Got a itchy trigger finger and I'm gonna cock it\n  My eyes got wide as they pulled away\n  I said, \"Who are you the cops?\" He began to say\n  \"No I'm Clint Eastwood, make my day... get in the car!\"\n\n  Homicide is on the rise, and it's no surprise\n  The bums are in the alleyways tryin to take lives\n  People burglarize then suicidal criminals are never idle\n  Court procedures at your leisures eight finger Visas circle seizures\n  Con man fencer, arson is a trip\n  Take all the fingerprints, and give him the book\n  And then hope that the judge don't let him off the hook, uh!\n\n  (More variations on the word 'Vice' to the end)\n"},{"id":26904678,"name":"Vice","trackName":"Vice","artistName":"Grandmaster Melle Mel","albumName":"Miami Vice: Music From The Television Series","duration":304.4341999,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Conversation of Busy Bee arguing with a cop about a stolen purse]\n\nVice [x4]\nYou have the right to remain silent\nAnything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law\nYou have the right for an attorney\nIf you do not, or cannot afford an attorney\nAn attorney will be appointed to you - you are now under arrest\n\nCrime, it pays real nice\nBut what you really didn't know that crime pays twice\nIt pays once in money, twice in years\nIn the jail cell, tryin to hide your tears\nAnd the trip bad, cause you tried to get rich\nIn the graveyards, or in the shallow ditch\nIt's money or time so make up your mind\n\nVice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\nVice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\nVice [x6]\n\nFraud, the girl he adored\nTurned out to be another dirty old broad\nTook all the money, told all the lies\nI heard she even, slept with other guys\nNothing she wouldn't do for a dollar or two\nBut every lie she told he knew to be true\nHe loves his honey, but she loved money\nVice [x6]\nTalk about ya-yo, uhh, it's everywhere you go\nThey said in Miami it'll never snow\nNow it's snow in the palm trees, snow on the sand\nIt snows all day, for sixty dollars a gram\nNow they're strung out and high, hung out to dry\nThe air that they breathe the food that they buy\nThey think that they can fly, but that's a white lie\n\nVice [x6] (Miami!) vi-vi-vice, vi-vi-vi-vi-vice (Miami!)\nVice [x6] Vice, Vice\nVice [x6] Vice\nVice [x6]\n\nThe mob, a full time job\nKnown to extort and steal or rob\nStarted as a hitman, lookin for wealth\nAnd now he's the boss workin for his self\nFor all the blood money that he did earn\nIt made him take lives with no concern\nBut soon he would learn that next is his turn\n\nProstitution, it's a low down shame\nHow any girl, would wanna play that game\nFrom pillow, to post, a sidewalk host\nBut the lady's got a condo out on the coast\nShe thought that the hole, was better than gold\nNow she worked on her back til she got too old\nLayin down on the job, has made her a slob, uhh\nVice [x6]\nIt's a stickup, so throw your hands in the air\nAnd don't, ah put em down, keep em way up there\nJust let me your wallet empty all your pockets\nGot a itchy trigger finger and I'm gonna cock it\nMy eyes got wide as they pulled away\nI said, \"Who are you the cops?\" He began to say\n\"No I'm Clint Eastwood, make my day... get in the car!\"\n\nHomicide is on the rise, and it's no surprise\nThe bums are in the alleyways tryin to take lives\nPeople burglarize then suicidal criminals are never idle\nCourt procedures at your leisures eight finger Visas circle seizures\nCon man fencer, arson is a trip\nTake all the fingerprints, and give him the book\nAnd then hope that the judge don't let him off the hook, uh!\n\n(More variations on the word 'Vice' to the end)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Vice\n  artist: Grandmaster Melle Mel\n  album: 'Miami Vice: Music From The Television Series'\n  duration_ms: 304434\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Conversation of Busy Bee arguing with a cop about a stolen purse]\n\n  Vice [x4]\n  You have the right to remain silent\n  Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law\n  You have the right for an attorney\n  If you do not, or cannot afford an attorney\n  An attorney will be appointed to you - you are now under arrest\n\n  Crime, it pays real nice\n  But what you really didn't know that crime pays twice\n  It pays once in money, twice in years\n  In the jail cell, tryin to hide your tears\n  And the trip bad, cause you tried to get rich\n  In the graveyards, or in the shallow ditch\n  It's money or time so make up your mind\n\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6]\n\n  Fraud, the girl he adored\n  Turned out to be another dirty old broad\n  Took all the money, told all the lies\n  I heard she even, slept with other guys\n  Nothing she wouldn't do for a dollar or two\n  But every lie she told he knew to be true\n  He loves his honey, but she loved money\n  Vice [x6]\n  Talk about ya-yo, uhh, it's everywhere you go\n  They said in Miami it'll never snow\n  Now it's snow in the palm trees, snow on the sand\n  It snows all day, for sixty dollars a gram\n  Now they're strung out and high, hung out to dry\n  The air that they breathe the food that they buy\n  They think that they can fly, but that's a white lie\n\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) vi-vi-vice, vi-vi-vi-vi-vice (Miami!)\n  Vice [x6] Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6] Vice\n  Vice [x6]\n\n  The mob, a full time job\n  Known to extort and steal or rob\n  Started as a hitman, lookin for wealth\n  And now he's the boss workin for his self\n  For all the blood money that he did earn\n  It made him take lives with no concern\n  But soon he would learn that next is his turn\n\n  Prostitution, it's a low down shame\n  How any girl, would wanna play that game\n  From pillow, to post, a sidewalk host\n  But the lady's got a condo out on the coast\n  She thought that the hole, was better than gold\n  Now she worked on her back til she got too old\n  Layin down on the job, has made her a slob, uhh\n  Vice [x6]\n  It's a stickup, so throw your hands in the air\n  And don't, ah put em down, keep em way up there\n  Just let me your wallet empty all your pockets\n  Got a itchy trigger finger and I'm gonna cock it\n  My eyes got wide as they pulled away\n  I said, \"Who are you the cops?\" He began to say\n  \"No I'm Clint Eastwood, make my day... get in the car!\"\n\n  Homicide is on the rise, and it's no surprise\n  The bums are in the alleyways tryin to take lives\n  People burglarize then suicidal criminals are never idle\n  Court procedures at your leisures eight finger Visas circle seizures\n  Con man fencer, arson is a trip\n  Take all the fingerprints, and give him the book\n  And then hope that the judge don't let him off the hook, uh!\n\n  (More variations on the word 'Vice' to the end)\n"},{"id":26899896,"name":"Vice","trackName":"Vice","artistName":"Grandmaster Melle Mel","albumName":"Music From the Television Series \"Miami Vice\"","duration":302.236735,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Conversation of Busy Bee arguing with a cop about a stolen purse]\n\nVice [x4]\nYou have the right to remain silent\nAnything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law\nYou have the right for an attorney\nIf you do not, or cannot afford an attorney\nAn attorney will be appointed to you - you are now under arrest\n\nCrime, it pays real nice\nBut what you really didn't know that crime pays twice\nIt pays once in money, twice in years\nIn the jail cell, tryin to hide your tears\nAnd the trip bad, cause you tried to get rich\nIn the graveyards, or in the shallow ditch\nIt's money or time so make up your mind\n\nVice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\nVice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\nVice [x6]\n\nFraud, the girl he adored\nTurned out to be another dirty old broad\nTook all the money, told all the lies\nI heard she even, slept with other guys\nNothing she wouldn't do for a dollar or two\nBut every lie she told he knew to be true\nHe loves his honey, but she loved money\nVice [x6]\nTalk about ya-yo, uhh, it's everywhere you go\nThey said in Miami it'll never snow\nNow it's snow in the palm trees, snow on the sand\nIt snows all day, for sixty dollars a gram\nNow they're strung out and high, hung out to dry\nThe air that they breathe the food that they buy\nThey think that they can fly, but that's a white lie\n\nVice [x6] (Miami!) vi-vi-vice, vi-vi-vi-vi-vice (Miami!)\nVice [x6] Vice, Vice\nVice [x6] Vice\nVice [x6]\n\nThe mob, a full time job\nKnown to extort and steal or rob\nStarted as a hitman, lookin for wealth\nAnd now he's the boss workin for his self\nFor all the blood money that he did earn\nIt made him take lives with no concern\nBut soon he would learn that next is his turn\n\nProstitution, it's a low down shame\nHow any girl, would wanna play that game\nFrom pillow, to post, a sidewalk host\nBut the lady's got a condo out on the coast\nShe thought that the hole, was better than gold\nNow she worked on her back til she got too old\nLayin down on the job, has made her a slob, uhh\nVice [x6]\nIt's a stickup, so throw your hands in the air\nAnd don't, ah put em down, keep em way up there\nJust let me your wallet empty all your pockets\nGot a itchy trigger finger and I'm gonna cock it\nMy eyes got wide as they pulled away\nI said, \"Who are you the cops?\" He began to say\n\"No I'm Clint Eastwood, make my day... get in the car!\"\n\nHomicide is on the rise, and it's no surprise\nThe bums are in the alleyways tryin to take lives\nPeople burglarize then suicidal criminals are never idle\nCourt procedures at your leisures eight finger Visas circle seizures\nCon man fencer, arson is a trip\nTake all the fingerprints, and give him the book\nAnd then hope that the judge don't let him off the hook, uh!\n\n(More variations on the word 'Vice' to the end)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Vice\n  artist: Grandmaster Melle Mel\n  album: Music From the Television Series \"Miami Vice\"\n  duration_ms: 302237\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Conversation of Busy Bee arguing with a cop about a stolen purse]\n\n  Vice [x4]\n  You have the right to remain silent\n  Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law\n  You have the right for an attorney\n  If you do not, or cannot afford an attorney\n  An attorney will be appointed to you - you are now under arrest\n\n  Crime, it pays real nice\n  But what you really didn't know that crime pays twice\n  It pays once in money, twice in years\n  In the jail cell, tryin to hide your tears\n  And the trip bad, cause you tried to get rich\n  In the graveyards, or in the shallow ditch\n  It's money or time so make up your mind\n\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6]\n\n  Fraud, the girl he adored\n  Turned out to be another dirty old broad\n  Took all the money, told all the lies\n  I heard she even, slept with other guys\n  Nothing she wouldn't do for a dollar or two\n  But every lie she told he knew to be true\n  He loves his honey, but she loved money\n  Vice [x6]\n  Talk about ya-yo, uhh, it's everywhere you go\n  They said in Miami it'll never snow\n  Now it's snow in the palm trees, snow on the sand\n  It snows all day, for sixty dollars a gram\n  Now they're strung out and high, hung out to dry\n  The air that they breathe the food that they buy\n  They think that they can fly, but that's a white lie\n\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) vi-vi-vice, vi-vi-vi-vi-vice (Miami!)\n  Vice [x6] Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6] Vice\n  Vice [x6]\n\n  The mob, a full time job\n  Known to extort and steal or rob\n  Started as a hitman, lookin for wealth\n  And now he's the boss workin for his self\n  For all the blood money that he did earn\n  It made him take lives with no concern\n  But soon he would learn that next is his turn\n\n  Prostitution, it's a low down shame\n  How any girl, would wanna play that game\n  From pillow, to post, a sidewalk host\n  But the lady's got a condo out on the coast\n  She thought that the hole, was better than gold\n  Now she worked on her back til she got too old\n  Layin down on the job, has made her a slob, uhh\n  Vice [x6]\n  It's a stickup, so throw your hands in the air\n  And don't, ah put em down, keep em way up there\n  Just let me your wallet empty all your pockets\n  Got a itchy trigger finger and I'm gonna cock it\n  My eyes got wide as they pulled away\n  I said, \"Who are you the cops?\" He began to say\n  \"No I'm Clint Eastwood, make my day... get in the car!\"\n\n  Homicide is on the rise, and it's no surprise\n  The bums are in the alleyways tryin to take lives\n  People burglarize then suicidal criminals are never idle\n  Court procedures at your leisures eight finger Visas circle seizures\n  Con man fencer, arson is a trip\n  Take all the fingerprints, and give him the book\n  And then hope that the judge don't let him off the hook, uh!\n\n  (More variations on the word 'Vice' to the end)\n"},{"id":193819,"name":"Vice","trackName":"Vice","artistName":"Grandmaster Melle Mel","albumName":"The Greatest Hits","duration":239.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Conversation of Busy Bee arguing with a cop about a stolen purse]\n\nVice [x4]\nYou have the right to remain silent\nAnything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law\nYou have the right for an attorney\nIf you do not, or cannot afford an attorney\nAn attorney will be appointed to you - you are now under arrest\n\nCrime, it pays real nice\nBut what you really didn't know that crime pays twice\nIt pays once in money, twice in years\nIn the jail cell, tryin to hide your tears\nAnd the trip bad, cause you tried to get rich\nIn the graveyards, or in the shallow ditch\nIt's money or time so make up your mind\n\nVice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\nVice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\nVice [x6]\n\nFraud, the girl he adored\nTurned out to be another dirty old broad\nTook all the money, told all the lies\nI heard she even, slept with other guys\nNothing she wouldn't do for a dollar or two\nBut every lie she told he knew to be true\nHe loves his honey, but she loved money\nVice [x6]\nTalk about ya-yo, uhh, it's everywhere you go\nThey said in Miami it'll never snow\nNow it's snow in the palm trees, snow on the sand\nIt snows all day, for sixty dollars a gram\nNow they're strung out and high, hung out to dry\nThe air that they breathe the food that they buy\nThey think that they can fly, but that's a white lie\n\nVice [x6] (Miami!) vi-vi-vice, vi-vi-vi-vi-vice (Miami!)\nVice [x6] Vice, Vice\nVice [x6] Vice\nVice [x6]\n\nThe mob, a full time job\nKnown to extort and steal or rob\nStarted as a hitman, lookin for wealth\nAnd now he's the boss workin for his self\nFor all the blood money that he did earn\nIt made him take lives with no concern\nBut soon he would learn that next is his turn\n\nProstitution, it's a low down shame\nHow any girl, would wanna play that game\nFrom pillow, to post, a sidewalk host\nBut the lady's got a condo out on the coast\nShe thought that the hole, was better than gold\nNow she worked on her back til she got too old\nLayin down on the job, has made her a slob, uhh\nVice [x6]\nIt's a stickup, so throw your hands in the air\nAnd don't, ah put em down, keep em way up there\nJust let me your wallet empty all your pockets\nGot a itchy trigger finger and I'm gonna cock it\nMy eyes got wide as they pulled away\nI said, \"Who are you the cops?\" He began to say\n\"No I'm Clint Eastwood, make my day... get in the car!\"\n\nHomicide is on the rise, and it's no surprise\nThe bums are in the alleyways tryin to take lives\nPeople burglarize then suicidal criminals are never idle\nCourt procedures at your leisures eight finger Visas circle seizures\nCon man fencer, arson is a trip\nTake all the fingerprints, and give him the book\nAnd then hope that the judge don't let him off the hook, uh!\n\n(More variations on the word 'Vice' to the end)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Vice\n  artist: Grandmaster Melle Mel\n  album: The Greatest Hits\n  duration_ms: 239000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Conversation of Busy Bee arguing with a cop about a stolen purse]\n\n  Vice [x4]\n  You have the right to remain silent\n  Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law\n  You have the right for an attorney\n  If you do not, or cannot afford an attorney\n  An attorney will be appointed to you - you are now under arrest\n\n  Crime, it pays real nice\n  But what you really didn't know that crime pays twice\n  It pays once in money, twice in years\n  In the jail cell, tryin to hide your tears\n  And the trip bad, cause you tried to get rich\n  In the graveyards, or in the shallow ditch\n  It's money or time so make up your mind\n\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6]\n\n  Fraud, the girl he adored\n  Turned out to be another dirty old broad\n  Took all the money, told all the lies\n  I heard she even, slept with other guys\n  Nothing she wouldn't do for a dollar or two\n  But every lie she told he knew to be true\n  He loves his honey, but she loved money\n  Vice [x6]\n  Talk about ya-yo, uhh, it's everywhere you go\n  They said in Miami it'll never snow\n  Now it's snow in the palm trees, snow on the sand\n  It snows all day, for sixty dollars a gram\n  Now they're strung out and high, hung out to dry\n  The air that they breathe the food that they buy\n  They think that they can fly, but that's a white lie\n\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) vi-vi-vice, vi-vi-vi-vi-vice (Miami!)\n  Vice [x6] Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6] Vice\n  Vice [x6]\n\n  The mob, a full time job\n  Known to extort and steal or rob\n  Started as a hitman, lookin for wealth\n  And now he's the boss workin for his self\n  For all the blood money that he did earn\n  It made him take lives with no concern\n  But soon he would learn that next is his turn\n\n  Prostitution, it's a low down shame\n  How any girl, would wanna play that game\n  From pillow, to post, a sidewalk host\n  But the lady's got a condo out on the coast\n  She thought that the hole, was better than gold\n  Now she worked on her back til she got too old\n  Layin down on the job, has made her a slob, uhh\n  Vice [x6]\n  It's a stickup, so throw your hands in the air\n  And don't, ah put em down, keep em way up there\n  Just let me your wallet empty all your pockets\n  Got a itchy trigger finger and I'm gonna cock it\n  My eyes got wide as they pulled away\n  I said, \"Who are you the cops?\" He began to say\n  \"No I'm Clint Eastwood, make my day... get in the car!\"\n\n  Homicide is on the rise, and it's no surprise\n  The bums are in the alleyways tryin to take lives\n  People burglarize then suicidal criminals are never idle\n  Court procedures at your leisures eight finger Visas circle seizures\n  Con man fencer, arson is a trip\n  Take all the fingerprints, and give him the book\n  And then hope that the judge don't let him off the hook, uh!\n\n  (More variations on the word 'Vice' to the end)\n"},{"id":30430859,"name":"Vice","trackName":"Vice","artistName":"Grandmaster Melle Mel","albumName":"Adventures on the Wheels of Steel","duration":304.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Conversation of Busy Bee arguing with a cop about a stolen purse]\n\nVice [x4]\nYou have the right to remain silent\nAnything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law\nYou have the right for an attorney\nIf you do not, or cannot afford an attorney\nAn attorney will be appointed to you - you are now under arrest\n\nCrime, it pays real nice\nBut what you really didn't know that crime pays twice\nIt pays once in money, twice in years\nIn the jail cell, tryin to hide your tears\nAnd the trip bad, cause you tried to get rich\nIn the graveyards, or in the shallow ditch\nIt's money or time so make up your mind\n\nVice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\nVice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\nVice [x6]\n\nFraud, the girl he adored\nTurned out to be another dirty old broad\nTook all the money, told all the lies\nI heard she even, slept with other guys\nNothing she wouldn't do for a dollar or two\nBut every lie she told he knew to be true\nHe loves his honey, but she loved money\nVice [x6]\nTalk about ya-yo, uhh, it's everywhere you go\nThey said in Miami it'll never snow\nNow it's snow in the palm trees, snow on the sand\nIt snows all day, for sixty dollars a gram\nNow they're strung out and high, hung out to dry\nThe air that they breathe the food that they buy\nThey think that they can fly, but that's a white lie\n\nVice [x6] (Miami!) vi-vi-vice, vi-vi-vi-vi-vice (Miami!)\nVice [x6] Vice, Vice\nVice [x6] Vice\nVice [x6]\n\nThe mob, a full time job\nKnown to extort and steal or rob\nStarted as a hitman, lookin for wealth\nAnd now he's the boss workin for his self\nFor all the blood money that he did earn\nIt made him take lives with no concern\nBut soon he would learn that next is his turn\n\nProstitution, it's a low down shame\nHow any girl, would wanna play that game\nFrom pillow, to post, a sidewalk host\nBut the lady's got a condo out on the coast\nShe thought that the hole, was better than gold\nNow she worked on her back til she got too old\nLayin down on the job, has made her a slob, uhh\nVice [x6]\nIt's a stickup, so throw your hands in the air\nAnd don't, ah put em down, keep em way up there\nJust let me your wallet empty all your pockets\nGot a itchy trigger finger and I'm gonna cock it\nMy eyes got wide as they pulled away\nI said, \"Who are you the cops?\" He began to say\n\"No I'm Clint Eastwood, make my day... get in the car!\"\n\nHomicide is on the rise, and it's no surprise\nThe bums are in the alleyways tryin to take lives\nPeople burglarize then suicidal criminals are never idle\nCourt procedures at your leisures eight finger Visas circle seizures\nCon man fencer, arson is a trip\nTake all the fingerprints, and give him the book\nAnd then hope that the judge don't let him off the hook, uh!\n\n(More variations on the word 'Vice' to the end)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Vice\n  artist: Grandmaster Melle Mel\n  album: Adventures on the Wheels of Steel\n  duration_ms: 304000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Conversation of Busy Bee arguing with a cop about a stolen purse]\n\n  Vice [x4]\n  You have the right to remain silent\n  Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law\n  You have the right for an attorney\n  If you do not, or cannot afford an attorney\n  An attorney will be appointed to you - you are now under arrest\n\n  Crime, it pays real nice\n  But what you really didn't know that crime pays twice\n  It pays once in money, twice in years\n  In the jail cell, tryin to hide your tears\n  And the trip bad, cause you tried to get rich\n  In the graveyards, or in the shallow ditch\n  It's money or time so make up your mind\n\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6]\n\n  Fraud, the girl he adored\n  Turned out to be another dirty old broad\n  Took all the money, told all the lies\n  I heard she even, slept with other guys\n  Nothing she wouldn't do for a dollar or two\n  But every lie she told he knew to be true\n  He loves his honey, but she loved money\n  Vice [x6]\n  Talk about ya-yo, uhh, it's everywhere you go\n  They said in Miami it'll never snow\n  Now it's snow in the palm trees, snow on the sand\n  It snows all day, for sixty dollars a gram\n  Now they're strung out and high, hung out to dry\n  The air that they breathe the food that they buy\n  They think that they can fly, but that's a white lie\n\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) vi-vi-vice, vi-vi-vi-vi-vice (Miami!)\n  Vice [x6] Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6] Vice\n  Vice [x6]\n\n  The mob, a full time job\n  Known to extort and steal or rob\n  Started as a hitman, lookin for wealth\n  And now he's the boss workin for his self\n  For all the blood money that he did earn\n  It made him take lives with no concern\n  But soon he would learn that next is his turn\n\n  Prostitution, it's a low down shame\n  How any girl, would wanna play that game\n  From pillow, to post, a sidewalk host\n  But the lady's got a condo out on the coast\n  She thought that the hole, was better than gold\n  Now she worked on her back til she got too old\n  Layin down on the job, has made her a slob, uhh\n  Vice [x6]\n  It's a stickup, so throw your hands in the air\n  And don't, ah put em down, keep em way up there\n  Just let me your wallet empty all your pockets\n  Got a itchy trigger finger and I'm gonna cock it\n  My eyes got wide as they pulled away\n  I said, \"Who are you the cops?\" He began to say\n  \"No I'm Clint Eastwood, make my day... get in the car!\"\n\n  Homicide is on the rise, and it's no surprise\n  The bums are in the alleyways tryin to take lives\n  People burglarize then suicidal criminals are never idle\n  Court procedures at your leisures eight finger Visas circle seizures\n  Con man fencer, arson is a trip\n  Take all the fingerprints, and give him the book\n  And then hope that the judge don't let him off the hook, uh!\n\n  (More variations on the word 'Vice' to the end)\n"},{"id":30348564,"name":"Vice","trackName":"Vice","artistName":"Grandmaster Melle Mel","albumName":"Adventures on the Wheels of Steel","duration":302.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Conversation of Busy Bee arguing with a cop about a stolen purse]\n\nVice [x4]\nYou have the right to remain silent\nAnything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law\nYou have the right for an attorney\nIf you do not, or cannot afford an attorney\nAn attorney will be appointed to you - you are now under arrest\n\nCrime, it pays real nice\nBut what you really didn't know that crime pays twice\nIt pays once in money, twice in years\nIn the jail cell, tryin to hide your tears\nAnd the trip bad, cause you tried to get rich\nIn the graveyards, or in the shallow ditch\nIt's money or time so make up your mind\n\nVice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\nVice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\nVice [x6]\n\nFraud, the girl he adored\nTurned out to be another dirty old broad\nTook all the money, told all the lies\nI heard she even, slept with other guys\nNothing she wouldn't do for a dollar or two\nBut every lie she told he knew to be true\nHe loves his honey, but she loved money\nVice [x6]\nTalk about ya-yo, uhh, it's everywhere you go\nThey said in Miami it'll never snow\nNow it's snow in the palm trees, snow on the sand\nIt snows all day, for sixty dollars a gram\nNow they're strung out and high, hung out to dry\nThe air that they breathe the food that they buy\nThey think that they can fly, but that's a white lie\n\nVice [x6] (Miami!) vi-vi-vice, vi-vi-vi-vi-vice (Miami!)\nVice [x6] Vice, Vice\nVice [x6] Vice\nVice [x6]\n\nThe mob, a full time job\nKnown to extort and steal or rob\nStarted as a hitman, lookin for wealth\nAnd now he's the boss workin for his self\nFor all the blood money that he did earn\nIt made him take lives with no concern\nBut soon he would learn that next is his turn\n\nProstitution, it's a low down shame\nHow any girl, would wanna play that game\nFrom pillow, to post, a sidewalk host\nBut the lady's got a condo out on the coast\nShe thought that the hole, was better than gold\nNow she worked on her back til she got too old\nLayin down on the job, has made her a slob, uhh\nVice [x6]\nIt's a stickup, so throw your hands in the air\nAnd don't, ah put em down, keep em way up there\nJust let me your wallet empty all your pockets\nGot a itchy trigger finger and I'm gonna cock it\nMy eyes got wide as they pulled away\nI said, \"Who are you the cops?\" He began to say\n\"No I'm Clint Eastwood, make my day... get in the car!\"\n\nHomicide is on the rise, and it's no surprise\nThe bums are in the alleyways tryin to take lives\nPeople burglarize then suicidal criminals are never idle\nCourt procedures at your leisures eight finger Visas circle seizures\nCon man fencer, arson is a trip\nTake all the fingerprints, and give him the book\nAnd then hope that the judge don't let him off the hook, uh!\n\n(More variations on the word 'Vice' to the end)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Vice\n  artist: Grandmaster Melle Mel\n  album: Adventures on the Wheels of Steel\n  duration_ms: 302000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Conversation of Busy Bee arguing with a cop about a stolen purse]\n\n  Vice [x4]\n  You have the right to remain silent\n  Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law\n  You have the right for an attorney\n  If you do not, or cannot afford an attorney\n  An attorney will be appointed to you - you are now under arrest\n\n  Crime, it pays real nice\n  But what you really didn't know that crime pays twice\n  It pays once in money, twice in years\n  In the jail cell, tryin to hide your tears\n  And the trip bad, cause you tried to get rich\n  In the graveyards, or in the shallow ditch\n  It's money or time so make up your mind\n\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6]\n\n  Fraud, the girl he adored\n  Turned out to be another dirty old broad\n  Took all the money, told all the lies\n  I heard she even, slept with other guys\n  Nothing she wouldn't do for a dollar or two\n  But every lie she told he knew to be true\n  He loves his honey, but she loved money\n  Vice [x6]\n  Talk about ya-yo, uhh, it's everywhere you go\n  They said in Miami it'll never snow\n  Now it's snow in the palm trees, snow on the sand\n  It snows all day, for sixty dollars a gram\n  Now they're strung out and high, hung out to dry\n  The air that they breathe the food that they buy\n  They think that they can fly, but that's a white lie\n\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) vi-vi-vice, vi-vi-vi-vi-vice (Miami!)\n  Vice [x6] Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6] Vice\n  Vice [x6]\n\n  The mob, a full time job\n  Known to extort and steal or rob\n  Started as a hitman, lookin for wealth\n  And now he's the boss workin for his self\n  For all the blood money that he did earn\n  It made him take lives with no concern\n  But soon he would learn that next is his turn\n\n  Prostitution, it's a low down shame\n  How any girl, would wanna play that game\n  From pillow, to post, a sidewalk host\n  But the lady's got a condo out on the coast\n  She thought that the hole, was better than gold\n  Now she worked on her back til she got too old\n  Layin down on the job, has made her a slob, uhh\n  Vice [x6]\n  It's a stickup, so throw your hands in the air\n  And don't, ah put em down, keep em way up there\n  Just let me your wallet empty all your pockets\n  Got a itchy trigger finger and I'm gonna cock it\n  My eyes got wide as they pulled away\n  I said, \"Who are you the cops?\" He began to say\n  \"No I'm Clint Eastwood, make my day... get in the car!\"\n\n  Homicide is on the rise, and it's no surprise\n  The bums are in the alleyways tryin to take lives\n  People burglarize then suicidal criminals are never idle\n  Court procedures at your leisures eight finger Visas circle seizures\n  Con man fencer, arson is a trip\n  Take all the fingerprints, and give him the book\n  And then hope that the judge don't let him off the hook, uh!\n\n  (More variations on the word 'Vice' to the end)\n"},{"id":24596890,"name":"Vice","trackName":"Vice","artistName":"Grandmaster Melle Mel","albumName":"The Greatest Hits","duration":241.502041,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Conversation of Busy Bee arguing with a cop about a stolen purse]\n\nVice [x4]\nYou have the right to remain silent\nAnything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law\nYou have the right for an attorney\nIf you do not, or cannot afford an attorney\nAn attorney will be appointed to you - you are now under arrest\n\nCrime, it pays real nice\nBut what you really didn't know that crime pays twice\nIt pays once in money, twice in years\nIn the jail cell, tryin to hide your tears\nAnd the trip bad, cause you tried to get rich\nIn the graveyards, or in the shallow ditch\nIt's money or time so make up your mind\n\nVice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\nVice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\nVice [x6]\n\nFraud, the girl he adored\nTurned out to be another dirty old broad\nTook all the money, told all the lies\nI heard she even, slept with other guys\nNothing she wouldn't do for a dollar or two\nBut every lie she told he knew to be true\nHe loves his honey, but she loved money\nVice [x6]\nTalk about ya-yo, uhh, it's everywhere you go\nThey said in Miami it'll never snow\nNow it's snow in the palm trees, snow on the sand\nIt snows all day, for sixty dollars a gram\nNow they're strung out and high, hung out to dry\nThe air that they breathe the food that they buy\nThey think that they can fly, but that's a white lie\n\nVice [x6] (Miami!) vi-vi-vice, vi-vi-vi-vi-vice (Miami!)\nVice [x6] Vice, Vice\nVice [x6] Vice\nVice [x6]\n\nThe mob, a full time job\nKnown to extort and steal or rob\nStarted as a hitman, lookin for wealth\nAnd now he's the boss workin for his self\nFor all the blood money that he did earn\nIt made him take lives with no concern\nBut soon he would learn that next is his turn\n\nProstitution, it's a low down shame\nHow any girl, would wanna play that game\nFrom pillow, to post, a sidewalk host\nBut the lady's got a condo out on the coast\nShe thought that the hole, was better than gold\nNow she worked on her back til she got too old\nLayin down on the job, has made her a slob, uhh\nVice [x6]\nIt's a stickup, so throw your hands in the air\nAnd don't, ah put em down, keep em way up there\nJust let me your wallet empty all your pockets\nGot a itchy trigger finger and I'm gonna cock it\nMy eyes got wide as they pulled away\nI said, \"Who are you the cops?\" He began to say\n\"No I'm Clint Eastwood, make my day... get in the car!\"\n\nHomicide is on the rise, and it's no surprise\nThe bums are in the alleyways tryin to take lives\nPeople burglarize then suicidal criminals are never idle\nCourt procedures at your leisures eight finger Visas circle seizures\nCon man fencer, arson is a trip\nTake all the fingerprints, and give him the book\nAnd then hope that the judge don't let him off the hook, uh!\n\n(More variations on the word 'Vice' to the end)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Vice\n  artist: Grandmaster Melle Mel\n  album: The Greatest Hits\n  duration_ms: 241502\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Conversation of Busy Bee arguing with a cop about a stolen purse]\n\n  Vice [x4]\n  You have the right to remain silent\n  Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law\n  You have the right for an attorney\n  If you do not, or cannot afford an attorney\n  An attorney will be appointed to you - you are now under arrest\n\n  Crime, it pays real nice\n  But what you really didn't know that crime pays twice\n  It pays once in money, twice in years\n  In the jail cell, tryin to hide your tears\n  And the trip bad, cause you tried to get rich\n  In the graveyards, or in the shallow ditch\n  It's money or time so make up your mind\n\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6]\n\n  Fraud, the girl he adored\n  Turned out to be another dirty old broad\n  Took all the money, told all the lies\n  I heard she even, slept with other guys\n  Nothing she wouldn't do for a dollar or two\n  But every lie she told he knew to be true\n  He loves his honey, but she loved money\n  Vice [x6]\n  Talk about ya-yo, uhh, it's everywhere you go\n  They said in Miami it'll never snow\n  Now it's snow in the palm trees, snow on the sand\n  It snows all day, for sixty dollars a gram\n  Now they're strung out and high, hung out to dry\n  The air that they breathe the food that they buy\n  They think that they can fly, but that's a white lie\n\n  Vice [x6] (Miami!) vi-vi-vice, vi-vi-vi-vi-vice (Miami!)\n  Vice [x6] Vice, Vice\n  Vice [x6] Vice\n  Vice [x6]\n\n  The mob, a full time job\n  Known to extort and steal or rob\n  Started as a hitman, lookin for wealth\n  And now he's the boss workin for his self\n  For all the blood money that he did earn\n  It made him take lives with no concern\n  But soon he would learn that next is his turn\n\n  Prostitution, it's a low down shame\n  How any girl, would wanna play that game\n  From pillow, to post, a sidewalk host\n  But the lady's got a condo out on the coast\n  She thought that the hole, was better than gold\n  Now she worked on her back til she got too old\n  Layin down on the job, has made her a slob, uhh\n  Vice [x6]\n  It's a stickup, so throw your hands in the air\n  And don't, ah put em down, keep em way up there\n  Just let me your wallet empty all your pockets\n  Got a itchy trigger finger and I'm gonna cock it\n  My eyes got wide as they pulled away\n  I said, \"Who are you the cops?\" He began to say\n  \"No I'm Clint Eastwood, make my day... get in the car!\"\n\n  Homicide is on the rise, and it's no surprise\n  The bums are in the alleyways tryin to take lives\n  People burglarize then suicidal criminals are never idle\n  Court procedures at your leisures eight finger Visas circle seizures\n  Con man fencer, arson is a trip\n  Take all the fingerprints, and give him the book\n  And then hope that the judge don't let him off the hook, uh!\n\n  (More variations on the word 'Vice' to the end)\n"}]