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Chapter 18: Welcome To Miami

All rights to this song goes to Will Smith.

Yeah Yeah Yeah YeahMiami, uh, uhSouthbeach, bringin the heat, uhHaha, can y'all feel thatCan y'all feel thatJig it out, uh

Here I am in the place where I come let goMiami the base and the sunset glowEveryday like a mardi gras, everybody party all dayNo work all play, okaySo we sip a little something, lay to rest the spillMe an Charlie at the bar runnin up a high billNothin less than ill, when we dress to killEverytime the ladies pass, they be like (Hi Will)Can y'all feel me, all ages and racesReal sweet facesEvery different nation, Spanish, Hatian, Indian, JamaicanBlack, White, Cuban, and AsianI only came for two days of playingBut everytime I come I always wind up stayinThis the type of town I could spend a few days inMiami the city that keeps the roof blazin

[Chorus:]Party in the city where the heat is onAll night, on the beach till the break of dawnWelcome to MiamiBuenvenidos a MiamiBouncin in the club where the heat is onAll night, on the beach till the break of dawnI'm goin to MiamiWelcome to Miami

Yo I heard the rainstorms ain't nothin to mess withBut I can't feel a drip on the strip, it's a tripLadies half-dressed, fully equippedAnd they be screamin out, (Will we loved your last hit)So I'm thinkin I'ma scoot me somethin hotIn this south-sea merengue melting potHottest club in the city, and it's right on the beachTemperature get to ya, it's about to reachFive-hundred degreesIn the carribean seas, with the hot mommiesScreamin (Aii poppy)Everytime I come to town, they be spottin meIn the drop Bentley, ain't no stoppin meSo, cash in your doorWe flow to this fashion showPound for pound anywhere you goYo, ain't no city in the world like thisAn if you ask how I know I gots ta plead the fifth

[Chorus]

Don't get me wrong, Chi-town got it goin onAn New York is the city that we know don't sleepAn we all know that L.A. and Philly stay jiggyBut on the sneak, Miami bringin heat for realY'all don't understandI never seen so many Dominican women with cinnimon tansMierda, this is the planTake a walk on the beach, draw a heart in the sandGimmie your handDamn, you look sexyLet's go to my yacht, in the West KeysRide my jetskis, loungin in the palm treesCause you gotta have cheese for the summerhouse piece on South BeachWater so clear, you can see to the bottomHundred-thousand dollar cars, e'ybody got emAin't no surprise in the club to see Sly, StalloneMiami, my second home

[Chorus to fade]

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