Verse 1: Will Smith

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

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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: Will Smith


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 plead the fifth


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Verse 3: Will Smith

Don't get me wrong, Chi-town 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 South

Beach
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


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