Miami

(by Will Smith, featuring Miami Sound Machine)

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 ~ 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 ~

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 (ai 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 you ask how i know i gotta plead the fifth ~

don't get me wrong, shytown got it goin on ~ and new york is the city that we know don't sleep ~ and 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 ~ 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, everybody got them ~ ain't no surprise in the club to see sly, stallone ~ miami, my second home