Will Smith - Miami Lyrics

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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 low 
Everyday like a mardi gras, everybody party all day 
No work all play, okay 
So we sip a little something, lay to rest the spell 
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 
Bienvenidos 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 salsa-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 (Ay pappi) 
Everytime I come to town, they be spottin me 
In the drop Bentley, ain't no stoppin me 
So, cash in your dough 
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 gotsta plead the fifth 

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 cinnamon tans 
Mira, 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, evr'ybody got em 
Ain't no surprise in the club to see Sly Stallone 
Miami, my second home 

Chorus x2 

party in the city where the heat is on 

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lyrics submitted by KrO
lyrics corrected by squrit on 25-08-2005