A Funny Song
Hey Everybody Sing Along To The Will Smith Song,"Miami" But Change The Lyrics Around A Little Bit And Sing These Instead... It Is Hilariouse!! Thanks To Frits For The Awesome Song!!
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Orlando, uh, uh
Backstreet,bringin the heat, uh Haha, can y'all feel that Can y'all feel that
Jig it out, uh
Here I am, I'm a fan, I think Nsync blows,
But I love the BSB, the way their faces glow,
All the fans throwing bras, everybody party all day
Their CD we play, all day, okay They can't sip a little
*something*, or the rumors will spill,
But at their hotel, they run up a room service bill,
Nothin less than ill, they're dressed to kill [nsync]
Everytime AJ passes, the girls be like "yeah,I'm on the pill"
Can y'all feel us,
Fans of all ages & races,Real sweaty faces
Every different nation, Spanish, Hatian, Indian, Jamaican Black, White, Cuban, and Asian
I fall in love after I hear their songs playin', Been a fan since `97
And I keep on stayin´, These´r the type of guys I could spend a fewdays with,
In Orlando with the men that keep my mind crazin´
Chorus:
Party with those hotties and the heat is on
All night,watch their tapes till the break of dawn
Welcome to Orlando
Bienvenidos a Orlando
Bouncin at their shows where the heat is on, All night, watch their tapes till the break of dawn
I'm goin to Orlando Welcome to Orlando
Yo I heard the BSB's ain't nothin to mess with
We can see the sweat drip, when they strip (lol)
They're half dressed but fully equipped
And all the fans are screaming out,"Nick, can you please sign my t*ts?"
So I'm thinkin I'm wanna screw them, they're so hot,
And Nsync deserves to be stabbed and shot,
Hottest Boys in the city, but they're just out of reach,
Don't let Nsync Get to ya, I poisoned them with bleach,
98 Degrees? Oh PLEASE!, go cry to your mommies
Everytime the Boys come to town, we're screaming,"take a picture with ME!"
In my Backstreet tee, ain't no stoppin me
So, go their concerts and cash in your dough,
And see Kevin's Versace's fashion shows Pound for pound
Anywhere you go Yo, ain't no men in the world like this
An if you ask how I know I gots ta pleade the fifth
Chorus
Don't get me wrong, Shytown got it goin on And New York is the city that we know don't sleep
And we all know that L.A. and Philly stay jiggy But on the sneak,
Orlando bringing the heat for real Y'all don't understand
I never seen five men with so many screaming fans Now this is the plan
When he's right in our reach, we'll steal Kevin's wedding band Rings on his hands
Damn, he's so sexy
While Nsync's smoking pot in the west keys,
The BSBs are riding jetskis,
Loungin in the palm trees
And I wanna have the keys for their
Summerhouse piece on Southbeach AJ's pants are so clear you can see his
Bottom Hundred-thousand dollar car, yeah, Nicky's got one Ain't no
Surprise in the club to see B-Rok, Sweet D, & Bone Orlando, my second home
