the streets of Miami--that was my dance school
by Francine DuBois

going to bars and dodging cars
flippin' on hoods in da hood
yo rhymes with mo', so
let me do a little dance to make da honeyz scream
their miami dream

from the streetz with da beatz so sweet
I learned to dance and romance
put my hand down the front o' ya pants
avoid the crabs, avoid the scabs
hootchie lookin' hotter than Queen Mab

liquor is quicker than fallin' in love
don't require no cupid from above
get some hennessy in this me
and I'll be all over ya like measles
protect ya from the weasels
and "meet the feebles"

so i won't step on ya feetz, peeps,
yo, cuz i'm from the streetz

 

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