Will Smith "Miami" Songtext

Miami

Yeah yeah yeah yeahMiami, uh, uhSouth Beach, bringin' the heat, uhHaha, can y'all feel that, can y'all feel thatJig it out, uh

Here I am, in the place where I come let goIn Miami, the base and the sunset glowEvery day like a mardi gras, everybody party all dayNo work, all play, okaySo we sip a little something, lay to rest the spillMe an' Charlie at the bar, runnin' up a high billNothin' less than ill, when we dress to killEverytime the ladies pass, they be like 'Hi, Will'Can y'all feel me, all ages and racesReal sweet facesEvery different nation: Spanish, Hatian, Indian, JamaicanBlack, White, Cuban, and AsianI only came for two days of playingBut everytime I come I always wind up stayin'This the type of town I could spend a few days inMiami, the city that keeps the roof blazin'

(hook)Party in the city where the heat is onAll night, on the beach till the break of dawnWelcome to MiamiBuenvenidos a MiamiBouncin' in the club where the heat is onAll night, on the beach till the break of dawnI'm goin' to MiamiWelcome to Miami

Yo I heard the rainstorms ain't nothin' to mess withBut I can't feel a drip on the strip, it's a tripLadies half-dressed, fully equippedAnd they be screamin' out, 'Will we loved your last hit'So I'm thinkin' I'mma scoot me somethin' hotIn this south-sea merengue melting potHottest club in the city, and it's right on the beachTemperature get to ya, it's about to reachFive-hundred degrees, in the carribean seasWith the hot mamis screaming '¡Ay papi!'Everytime I come to town, they be spottin' meIn the drop Bentley, ain't no stoppin' meSo, cash in your door, we flow to this fashion showPound for pound anywhere you goYo, ain't no city in the world like thisAn' if you ask how I know, I gots ta plead the fifth

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Don't get me wrong, Chi-town got it goin' onAnd New York is the city that we know don't sleepAnd we all know that L.A. and Philly stay jiggyBut on the sneak, Miami bringin' heat for realY'all don't understandI never seen so many Dominican women with cinnimon tansMierda, this is the planTake a walk on the beach, draw a heart in the sandGimmie your handDamn, you look sexyLet's go to my yacht, in the West KeysRide my jetskis, loungin' in the palm trees'Cause you gotta have cheeseFor the summerhouse piece on South BeachWater so clear, you can see to the bottomHundred thousand dollar cars, e'ybody got 'emAin't no surprise in the club to see Sly, StalloneMiami, my second home

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