Miami lyrics

Artist  : Will smith 
Song : 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  Chorus:  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  Verse
2:  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  Chorus  Verse 3:  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 
Chorus to fade