Little Havana Songtext
von Rick Ross feat. Willie Falcon & The‐Dream

My name is Willie Falcon
I was the undisputed king in the cocaine industry
From the mid ′70s through the '80s and into the ′90s
If you snort cocaine back in those days
There was 85 percent chance it was my cocaine

I helped build Miami skyline into what it is today
20 billion dollars got me 27 years in federal prison
I always live by the code of honor
That's why my best days are ahead of me
I am richer than I've ever been

I would like to send my love to my friend Rick Ross
Rick, I′m immensely appreciated in givin′ me love
And keepin' my name in your music for the past two decades
It rocks me that I had your support for so many years

You gotta learn to use your mind
To help keep you out of certain situations (oh-oh, oh-oh)
I′ma make it clear as I can for you, young n-
You hear me? (Oh yeah, yeah) biggest (M-M-Maybach Music)


Problem was I never was a prodigy
Possibly, my biggest flaw is lack of modesty
Diabolical means, never knew college degrees
Sippin' coffee at a café on Collins, capeesh?

N- soul bein′ sold and still on a leash
Roger Goodell boy, he ain't a corniche
I was really throwin′ money, I really saw Meech
And I let them rappin' n- get closer to Meek
It ain't bottle made the most, but let′s make a toast
′Cause a lot of n- told and kept it on the low (oh, yeah)

How a self-made n- never wanna vote? (Oh, yeah)
And before a record label, s-, I wanted coke
I'm talkin′ L.A. Reid, the biggest Babyface
This for my n- in the prisons sippin' Gatorade
All these hitters′ takin' pictures for they babies maid
Her baby mama′s in the projects tryna make a way (oh, oh, oh)


N- lookin' funny when you get the hunnids (oh, yeah)
I gotta school Adonis, daddy get 'em punished (oh, yeah)
′Cause I′m on the streets, they consider me cunnin' (oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)
Hit your b- in a Tesla, the push of a button (oh yeah, oh)
If she got up in the coupe, then she gotta be f-
50 restaurants but a lot of me hungry (M-M-M)
These n- wanna gossip, I just want the dollars
All black Phantoms goin′ south from Collins (oh, yeah)

Villains know we killin' so that ain′t a problem (oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)
I'm gonna stack my money, be a better father (oh yeah)
You could pat me down, but I got it regardless
Shades that I′m rockin', they gotta be goggles (oh)

When we plot to kill 'em, we send a few bottles (oh)
Set ′em up like 2Pac, get ′em to rob 'em (oh)
I always loved BIG, s-, I did it big
I released Omarion, he began to fizz
Double M the kids, now we back to biz′
36 a brick, baby, here it is
My n- in designer, but we militant (oh, yeah)
I got the city on my back, and that's just what it is

220 on the dash, you still can′t stop us
I jus' got back to my girl to the opera
′Cause Ojek got back, he went and bought a choppa
As if it couldn't get worse, we lost Kobe in a 'copter
Three months later, n- forget all about you
Always doubt you, now they can′t live without you
Did you cry for the man, or did you cry for the fame?
Did you pour out for the pain?

I′ve been around this world so many times, I
Just love and loyalty by any means
I've been around this world so many times, I
I know to never pray amongst your enemies
I′ve been around the world too many times now
That new s- just feelin' old to me
And trustin′ new n- been old to me for so long
When the real n- comin' home? (M-M)

Home (it′s been a mean world without you)
Yeah, shouldn't I, baby, shouldn't I? (When the real n- comin′ home?)
Home (it′s been a mean world without you)
Oh, yeah, shouldn't I, baby, shouldn′t I?
(M-M-Maybach Music)