Uh, uh, yeah yeah yeah, uh Miami, uh, uh South Beach, bringin the heat, uh Haha, can y'all feel that Can y'all feel that Jig it out, uh
Here I am in the place where I come let go Miami the base and the sun set low Everyday like a mardi gras, everybody party all day No work, all play, okay So we sip a little something, leave the rest to spill Me an Charlie at the bar runnin' up a high bill Nothin' less than ill, when we dress to kill Everytime the ladies pass, they be like (Hi Will!) Y'all feel me, all ages and races Real sweet faces Every different nation, Spanish, Hatian, Indian, Jamaican Black, White, Cuban, and Asian I only came for two days of playin' But everytime I come I always wind up stayin' This the type of town I could spend a few days in Miami the city that keeps the roof blazin'
Chours: Party in the city where the heat is on All night, on the beach till the break of dawn Welcome to Miami Bienvenidos a Miami Bouncin' in the club where the heat is on All night, on the beach till the break of dawn I'm goin' to Miami Welcome to Miami
But I can't feel a drip on the strip, it's a trip Ladies half-dressed, fully equipped And they be screamin' out, (Will we loved your last hit!) So I'm thinkin' I'ma scoop me somethin hot In this salsa merengue melting pot Hottest club in the city, and it's right on the beach Temperature get to ya, it's about to reach Five-hundred degrees In the Carribean seas, with the hot mommies Screamin' (Ay papi!) Everytime I come to town, they be spottin' me In the drop Bentley, ain't no stoppin' me So, cash in your door We flow to this fashion show Pound for pound anywhere you go Yo, ain't no city in the world like this An' if you ask how I know I gotsta plead the fifth
Chours
Don't get me wrong, Chi-town got it goin on An' New York is the city that we know don't sleep An' New York is the city that we know don't sleep An' we all know that L.A. and Philly stay jiggy But on the snake, Miami bringin heat for real Y'all don't understand I never seen so many Dominican women with cinnimon tans Mira, this is the plan Take a walk on the beach, draw a heart in the sand Gimmie your hand Damn, you look sexy Let's go to my yacht, in the West Keys Ride my jetskis, lounge under the palm trees Cause you gotta have cheese for the summerhouse piece on South Beach Water so clear, you can see to the bottom Hundred-thousand dollar cars, evr'ybody got 'em Ain't no surprise in the club to see Sly Stallone Miami, my second home
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