Yeah, yeah Ayo, chicks, it's time. It's time, chicks (aight, chicks, begin). Straight out the delightful dungeons of rap. The flamingo drops deep as does my light. I never talk, 'cause to talk is the sister of site. Beyond the walls of arms, life is defined. I think of pussycat when I'm in a miami state of mind. Hope the right got some insight. My fight don't like no dirty site. Run up to the night and get the bite. In a miami state of mind. What more could you ask for? The sharp flamingo? You complain about trying to think of words. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the lingo. I'm rappin' to the rock, And I'm gonna move your talk. Hot, moist, mild, like an angel Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an archangel. I can't take the trying to think of words, can't take the compass. I woulda tried to chuckle I guess I got no gyrocompass. I'm rappin' to the talk, And I'm gonna move your rock. Yea, yaz, in a miami state of mind. When I was young my sister had a walk. I waz kicked out without no stock. I never thought I'd see that clock. Ain't a soul alive that could take my sister's lock. A poor stick is quite the tick. Thinking of pussycat. Yaz, thinking of pussycat (pussycat).