Miami

Will Smith

Miami (Original Version)

Uh, uh, yeah yeah yeah yeah
Miami uh uh
South Beach bringing the heat uh
Ha ha can yÂ’all feel that
Can yÂ’all feel that
Jig it out, uh

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 running up a high bill
Nothing less than ill when we dress to kill
Every time the ladies pass they be like hi Will
Can yÂ’all feel me all ages and races
Real sweet faces
Every different nation Spanish, Haitian, Indian, Jamaican
Black white Cuban and Asian
I only came for two days of playing
But every time I come I always wind up staying
This the type of town I could spend a few days in
Miami the city that keeps the roof blazing

Chorus:
Party in the city where the heat is on
All night on the beach till the break of dawn
Welcome to Miami
Bienvenido a Miami
Bouncing in the club where the heat is on
All night on the beach till the break of dawn
IÂ’m going to Miami
Welcome to Miami

Yo I heard the rainstorms ainÂ’t nothing to mess with
But I canÂ’t feel a drip on the strip itÂ’s a trip
Ladies half dressed fully equipped
And they be screaming out Will we loved your last hit!
So IÂ’m thinking IÂ’ma scoot me something hot
In this south sea merengue melting pot
Hottest club in the city and itÂ’s right on the beach
Temperature get to ya itÂ’s about to reach
Five hundred degrees
In the Carribean seas with the hot mommies
Screaming ay papi
Every time I come to town they be spotting me
In the drop Bentley ainÂ’t no stopping me
So cash in your door
We flow to this fashion show
Pound for pound anywhere you go
Yo ainÂ’t no city in the world like this
And if you ask how I know I gots ta feed the film
(Miami)

Chorus

DonÂ’t get me wrong shy town got it going on
And New York is the city that we know donÂ’t sleep
An we all know that LA.. and Philly stay jiggy
But on the sneak Miami bringing heat for real
YÂ’all donÂ’t understand
I never seen so many Dominican women with cinnamon tans
Mierda this is the plan
Take a walk on the beach draw a heart in the sand
Gimmie your hand
Damn you look sexy
LetÂ’s go to my yacht in the West Keys
Ride my jet skis lounging in 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 eÂ’ybody got em
AinÂ’t no surprise in the club to see Sly Stallone
Miami my second home

Chorus to fade

 

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