Summer In Florida

whats chrakalackin, nackalackin, nigga watcha packin?

now i hate bitches widda passion

high model street fassion

i stay weeded with the beat bashin

talkin shit when im smashin

put ma rap down, profound ina virgin town

hit the (?mall) like the God, now im splurgin now

crack a rhyme, hard crimes in all 5 (?barrels)

its somthin like egypt n the pharo's

gimme the keys to ya' city, ima still pick the lock

and leave hella clues fo da cops

leave fingerprints on tha glock

leave ID on tha block

dawg did ya do it? no i did not

gun powder flour, nigga (?) towers

i love gummybears, sweet n sour

dawg its tha (?) lyrico, myrical spunge, bitch

shell toe adidas n airforce ones, bitch

smellin so cute in ma sean jean john suit

filmoe street, nigga bus' duce duce

its da fellony rhyme n a mellody crime, its heavy

ya cetch 4 raps right across ya belly

ya big homy, in vegas lika coleeonie

its all real, nota macaroni SIIN

imagine bullets bouncin off ya CHIIN

fo eva fuckin off your dirty grin, n den, yeeah

1984, i was on da plane dat was about ta soar

i was jus 14, about ta go down n see ma family

jus when the plane was about ta land, i saw dat ma cusin was da man

he gave me da formula, dat was ma summer in Florida

in 1984, i was on da plane dat was about ta soar

i was jus 14, about ta go down n see ma family

jus when da plane was about ta land, i saw dat ma cusin was da man

he gave me da formula, dat was ma summer in Florida