Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah. Miami, uh, uh. Southbeach, 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 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 playing.
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.
Party in the city where the heat is on.
All night, on the beach till the break of dawn. Welcome to Miami.
Buenvenidos a MiamiBouncin 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.
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 (Aii poppy).
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.
And if ya ask how i know i got's to PLEAD THE FIFTH!!
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 cinnimon 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. Let's go to my yacht, in the West Keys.
Ride my jetskis, loungin in the palm trees.
Cause you gotta have cheese for the summerhouse piece on southbeach.
Water so clear, you can see to the bottom.
Hundred-thousand dollar cars, e'ybody got em.
Ain't no surprise in the club to see Sly, Stallone. Miami, my second home.