Will Smith - Miami

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 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


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


An if you ask how I know I gots ta feed the film


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 LA 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