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In the world of supercops sirens rage all day.
Peering out behind a wall, magnum on display.
Handsome cops and beardy cops, speedboats rule the waves.
Objectified ladies dance, businessmen gaze.
Cool curvy buildings, along the sandy strip.
Jet-skis on the water, shotgun tightly gripped.
Supercops can go on bikes and helicopters too.
But generally they go in cars driving down the avenue.
Abusing perps at the precinct.
Coffee thrown at a supercop.
Never throw coffee at a supercop.
Have this in the guts you criminal scum.
There's only one way to go - down, down town!
You're dealing with a supercop, didn't you know?
The barrel is warm and the coffee is not.
These guys are fucking hotshots.
Keep an eye out supercops, the milkman has a bomb.
A timer made by Maxwell House, a veteran of Vietnam.
Making phone calls in a phonebox, justice will be dealt,
Have your friends over but don't take off your gun belt.
Playing billiards cos' you're a bad guy.
Give a signal - you want them dead.
Never underestimate a supercop.
They're hard as fuck and their guns are so clean.
There's only one way to go, down down town!
You're dealing with a supercop, didn't you know?
Break the law and you might get shot.
These guys are fucking hotshots.
One is handsome, one is mean.
Blazing magnums, a super team.
They'll flash the lights of their motorbikes.
Through the steam of the shore in the dead of the night.
Shooting barrels - it makes an oil slick.
Shooting wires - electric shock.
One last punch up with a load of whipping boys.
Cos that's just what Miami Supercops do.
There's only one way to go, down down town!
You're dealing with a supercop, didn't you know?
Leaning on the desk down at the copshop.
These guys are fucking hotshots.
Miami!
It's time to go.
Supercops!
I just want you to know.
They're not just regular supercops.
They're Miami Supercops.