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

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