"Miami"
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Miami, ugh, ugh Miami, ugh, ugh
Southbeach, bringin the heat, ugh
Haha, can y'all feel that
Can y'all feel that
Jig it out, ugh
Here I am in the place where I come let go
Miami the base and the sunset glow
Everyday like a mardi gras, everybody party all day
No work all play, okay
So we sip a little something, lay to rest the 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)
Can 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'
Chorus:
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
Verse 2:
Yo I heard the rainstorms ain't nothin to mess with
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 scoot me somethin' hot
In this south-sea 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' (Ai Papi)
Everytime I come to town, they be spottin' me
In the drop Bentley, ain't no stoppin' me
So, cash in your dough
And flow to this fashion show
Pound for pound anywhere you go
Yo, ain't no city in the world like this
And if you ask how I know I gots ta feed the film
Chorus
Verse 3:
Don't get me wrong, Shytown got it goin' on
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 sneak, Miami bringin' heat for real
Y'all don't understand
I never seen so many Dominican women with cinnamon 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
Cuz you gotta have cheese for the summerhouse piece on southbeach
Water so clear, you can see to the bottom
100,000 dollar cars, e'ybody got em
Ain't no surprise in the club to see Sly, Stallone
Miami, my second home
Chorus to fade
