Come on down to Florida, I got somethin’ for ya
We could see the kilos or the Keys, baby, oh, ya
Guns in the summertime, chic-a-Cherry Cola lime
Prison isn’t nothing to me, if you’ll be by my side
We could get high in Miami, ooh-ooh
Dance the night away
People never die in Miami, ooh-ooh
That’s what they all say
(You believe me, don’t you baby?)