The Bottom

Ooh, ooh yeah

From the bottom to the top

I got 'em

Yeah, yeah Miami

Yeah the place to go

Cause we got beaches

We got them all

We got everything

Hundred and ten degrees

Sunshine city baby

Represent

I was up in the hood

Down at my boy's house

It was the summer time

When everyone would hang out

Down at the corner store

We had the best of times

Yelling bingo at every car that came by

I knew that I had this dream

And I wanted them to believe

That I was gonna make it

It happened so fast

I can't believe at last

I headed to the ATL

Just to hear the sound

Hooked up with Dallas

And he had a record planned

Then JT Money said

He would put Miami down

Yeah that bottom, yeah

I'm from the city where the bass drop

Where the girls and the temperature stay hot

That bottom where that bass game started

And the girls shake their thing whole-hearted

MIA, 48 cabinets

Straight luggin' and it don't be happening

Old school on the fools and the chumps

Let it out playing old school funk

Big Sammie put it down for the bottom

Fly honeys want money we got 'em

What'cha know about the Miami heat huh?

About how they shoot or what all that street?

A place where all the stuff retreat

Where they move to an up tempo beat

Never sleep, you know this thing don't stop

Coming from the bottom straight to the top

Fo' sure