American Airlines Arena

Fight Songs

1. Miami Heat Theme Song

   The heat is on, on the street
   Inside your head, on every beat
   And the beat’s so loud, deep inside
   The pressure’s high, just to stay alive
   ‘Cause the heat is on

   Oh-wo-ho, oh-wo-ho
   Caught up in the action I’ve been looking out for you
   Oh-wo-ho, oh-wo-ho
   (Tell me can you feel it)
   (Tell me can you feel it)
   (Tell me can you feel it)
   The heat is on, the heat is on, the heat is on
   Oh it’s on the street, the heat is on.

2. We Already Won

   Best luck, ya’ll know (Oh boy)
   Now you need to get low-ow-ow-ow-owww
   Hey [3x]

   [Chorus:]
   (Oh) We already won, we already won,
   And ain’t no need to play no more games
   We already won, we already won,
   And ain’t no more need to play no more games
   Lemme hear you say we number one,
   we number one,
   we number one,
   We already won, we already won, hey

   Hey you know we bend it there,
   You talkin’ bout a winner no ale in the bag,
   Until we got LeBron dream throw it in the bag
   We right, number one, it’s the Miami Heat dag
   I’m vibe and I’m start in Miami Heat swagger
   So surprised when we called his number six on my rag,
   That’s why it’s so sick can’t get rid of that,
   I know they got flick ain’t get rid of flash
   Ain’t no half, keep your daf,
   Got more money on my salary cap
   To fit in a place for LeBron my sca,
   King James throw some powder like we moving in a draft

   We already won, we already won
   We get Lebron James, it’s already done,
   You seen the interview, you heard what he said
   I’m-a do South Beach with my homeboy Wade
   This Miami where the sun kinda hot,
   So disown me right now down to the top get dropped
   Born and raised in a county away,
   Dropped the ball at Rosea Spade
   Let’s celebrate! That this one for the crib,
   Another championship, we’ll do it again
   Play no games on the court, get it in
   Cause all the Heat gonna do is just win

   [Chorus]

   Hot boy Brisco baby
   Heat that flame, that fire blazing
   Call me LeBron, open like a James,
   And I don’t even play no games, no sir,
   Let’s go! Just know I’m so
   Course our seats are front row
   Free throw, alley,
   Home boy don’t scuff my ballies
   I’m chilling from where on South Beach,
   Perhaps tissin’ my **** forever South Beach,
   Fire, fire, fire, scorching
   Grey Goose Louge let me pro boy

   Mahee, mahee,
   Jetski South Beach, penthouse parties
   Fly girls don’t you know bikinis everywhere
   Start isling, you can find a boss anywhere
   Night time is the K that lives,
   Sky box to the floor, just trying to live
   Pole boy the key like waitin’
   Try to pick and roll with a team and we fadin’ em
   Even though we the best and we outta here
   Triple A vallet, showtime it is
   So nip for the Knicks right here,
   You got money over here and it is what it is

   [Chorus]

   Play like it is, gotta play drop ball
   I used to play Kobe but now it’s Lebron
   Now we got em on hooves and the trail boom awe
   Pole boy, hit em with the strong arm
   Ohhhh, I get ahead in bounty
   You got cash and tugging way county
   We be working like freedom of speech,
   One block gripping Miami Heat
   For real! I’m a gitcha like Chris Bosh
   Could you please just get off
   Big boy, big body, big deal
   One more scene on the beltway to happy

   [Chorus]

3. Seven Nations Army Chant

   I’m gonna fight ’em off
   A seven nation army couldn’t hold me back
   They’re gonna rip it off
   Taking their time right behind my back
   And I’m talkin’ to myself at night
   Because I can’t forget
   Back and forth through my mind
   Behind a cigarette

   And the message comin’ from my eyes says, “Leave it alone.”

   Don’t wanna hear about it
   Every single one’s got a story to tell
   Everyone knows about it
   From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell
   And if I catch it comin’ back my way
   I’m gonna serve it to you
   And that ain’t what you want to hear
   But that’s what I’ll do

   And the feeling coming from my bones says, “Find a home.”

   I’m going to Wichita
   Far from this opera for evermore
   I’m gonna work the straw
   Make the sweat drip out of every pore
   And I’m bleeding, and I’m bleeding, and I’m bleeding
   Right before the lord
   All the words are gonna bleed from me
   And I will think no more

   And the stains comin’ from my blood tell me, “Go back home.”