Vice Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[D]Vice
You have the right to remain silent
Anything you say can and will be used
against you in a court of [F]law[C]
[D]You have the right for an attorney
If you do not, or cannot afford an attorney
An attorney will be appointed to

[Verse 2]
you, you are now under arrest
[D]Crime, it pays real nice
But what you really didn't
know that crime pays twice
It pays once in money, twice in years
In the jail cell, tryin to [C]hide your tears
And the [D]trip bad,
cause you tried to get rich
In the graveyards, or in the shallow ditch
It's money or time so make

[Verse 3]
up your mind
[D]Vice, vice, vice, vice, vice, vice
Vice
Vice
Vice, vice, vice, vice, vice, vice
Vice
Vice
Vice
Vice, vice, vice, vice, vice, vice

[Verse 4]
[D]Fraud, the girl he adored
Turned out to be another dirty old broad
Took all the money, told all the lies
I heard she even, slept with other guys
[C]Nothing she[D] wouldn't
do for a dollar or two
But every lie she told he knew to be true
He loves his honey, but she loved money
Vice, vice, vice, vice, vice, vice
Talk about ya- yo, uh,
it's everywhere you go
They said in Miami it'll never snow
Now it's snow in the palm trees,
snow on the sand
It snows all day,
for sixty [C]dollars a gram
Now they're [D]strung out and high,
hung out to dry
The air that they breathe
the food that they buy
They think that they can fly,
but that's a white lie

[Verse 5]
Vice, [D]vice, vice, vice, vice, vice
Vice
Vice
Vice, vice, vice, vice, vice, vice
Vice
Vice
Vice
Vice, vice, vice, vice, vice, vice
Vice, vice, vice, vice, vice, vice, vice

[Verse 6]
The [D]mob, a full time job
Known to extort and steal or rob
Started as a hitman, lookin for wealth
And now he's the boss workin' [C]for his self
[D]For all the blood money
that he did earn
It made him take lives with
no concern
But soon he would learn
that next is his turn

[Verse 7]
[D]Prostitution, it's a low down shame
How any girl,
would want to play that game
From pillow, to post, a sidewalk host
But the lady's got a condo
[C]out on the coast
[D]She thought that the hole,
was better than gold
Now she worked on her back
'til she got too old
Layin' down on the job,
has made her a slob, uh
Vice, vice, vice, vice, vice, vice
It's a stickup, so throw your
hands in the air
And don't, ah put 'em down,
keep 'em way up there
Just let me your wallet
empty all your pockets
Got a itchy trigger finger
and I'm gonna cock it
My eyes got wide as they pulled away
I said, 'Who are you the
cops?' He began to say
'No I'm Clint Eastwood, make my day,

[Verse 8]
get in the car!'
[D]Homicide is on the rise,
and it's no surprise
The bum[D]s are in the alleyways
tryin to take [D]lives
People burglarize then suicidal [F]criminals
are [D]never idle
[F]Court procedures at your leisure
eight finger Visas [D]circle seizures
Con man fencer, arson is a trip
Take all the fingerprints,
and give him the book
And then hope that the judge
don't let him off the hook, uh!

[Verse 9]
[F]Vice[D]
Vice
Vice
Vice
Vice
Vice
Vice
Vice, vice, vice, vice, vice, vice
Vice
Vice
[C]Vice
[D]Vice
Vice
Vice
Vice, vice, vice, vice, vice, vice
Vice, vice, vice, vice, vice,
vice [D]vice, vice vice, vice, vice