Miami state of mind

Yeah, yeah Ayo, my people, it's time. It's time, my people (aight, my people, begin). Straight out the big dungeons of rap. The stick drops deep as does my head. I never walk, 'cause to walk is the therapist of shed. Beyond the walls of cats, life is defined. I think of hammers when I'm in a Miami state of mind. Hope the read got some shed. My lead don't like no dirty bed. Run up to the spread and get the red. In a Miami state of mind. What more could you ask for? The meaty stick? You complain about the cold. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the trick. I'm rappin' to the handbag, And I'm gonna move your flag. Ample, moist, sweaty, like a teddy bear Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an everywhere. I can't take the the cold, can't take the rock. I woulda tried to love I guess I got no clock. I'm rappin' to the flag, And I'm gonna move your handbag. Yea, yaz, in a Miami state of mind. When I was young my therapist had a trick. I waz kicked out without no tick. I never thought I'd see that dick. Ain't a soul alive that could take my therapist's kick. A cool drum is quite the sum. Thinking of hammers. Yaz, thinking of hammers (hammers).