Summer In Florida

What's 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 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 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 --- Summer in Florida - Andre Nickatina