The Bottom

I was up in the hood Down at my boy's house It was the summertime When everyone would hang out Down at the corner store We had the best of times Yellin' bingo out At every card that came by I knew that I haven't changed And I wanted them to believe That I was gonna make it Oooh oohhh oh yeah From the bottom to the top I got 'em In Miami This is where I stay (ooh yea) Oooohhh oh ohhh oh yea From the bottom to the top I got 'em Yeah in Miami It happened so fast I can't believe at last I headed to the ATL Just to hear tha sound To go with Dallas and He had a record plan That Jt Money; Vega; That whole Miami route I knew that I haven't changed (oh yea) And I wanted them to believe That I was gonna make it big From the bottom From the bottom to the top baby I got 'em in Miami That's where I be that's where I be (Oh yea) Nah nah oohh oh yea oh yea Miami, Sammie, representin' Oh yea, 'bout it 'bout it Ya know I am Where you see it's where the base drop Where the girls in the tempa just stay hot That bottom where the base game started And the girls shake they thang ho' hearted In Miami baby 48 carrots Straight thug when it don't be happenin' Old school on the fish and the chumps Lettin' out playin old school funks Big Sammie put it down for the bottom Fly hunnies want money we got em' (oh yea) What you know about that Miami heat (huh) Find hot street wear all in the street A place where the old stuff retreat Where they move to an up tempo beat You know this thang don't stop Sammie commin' from the bottom straight to tha top Fo' sho' (BOOOM!!!)