Summer In Florida

What's chrakalackin, nackalackin, nigga watcha packin'?

Now I hate bitches widda passion

High model street fashion

I stay weeded with the beat bashin'

Talkin' shit when I'm smashin'

Put ma rap down, profound ina virgin town

Hit the mall like the God, now I'm splurgin' now

Crack a rhyme, hard crimes in all Five (? barrels?)

It's somthin' like Egypt n the Pharo's

Gimme the keys to ya' city, I'm a 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 gummy bears, sweet n sour

Dawg it's tha (?) lyrico, myrical sponge, bitch

Shell toe Adidas n Air Force Ones, bitch

Smellin' so cute in ma Sean Jean suit

Filmoe street, nigga bus' duce duce

It's da fellony rhyme n a mellody crime, it's heavy

Ya catch four raps right across ya belly

Ya big homey, in Vegas like Coleeonie

It's all real, nota macaroni sin

Imagine bullets bouncin' off ya chin

Fo'eva fuckin' off your dirty grin, n den, yeeah

1984, I was on da plane dat was about to soar

I was jus fourteen, about to go down n' see my family

Jus when the plane was about to land, I saw dat ma cousin was da man

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

In 1984, I was on da plane dat was about to soar

I was jus 14, about to go down n see ma family

Jus when da plane was about to land, I saw dat ma cousin was da man

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