Summer In Florida Lyrics

What's crakalackin, nackalackin, nigga whatcha packin?
Now I hate bitches with a passion
High model street fashion
I stay weeded with the beat bashin
Talkin shit when I'm smashin
Put my rap down, profound in a virgin town
Hit the mall like the God, now I'm splurgin now
Crack a rhyme, hard crimes in all five barrels
It's something like Egypt n the pharaohs
Gimme the keys to ya' city,
I'm still pick the lock
And leave hella clues for the cops
Leave fingerprints on the glock
Leave I.D on the block
Dawg did ya do it?
no I did not
Gun powder flour, nigga Geneva towers
I love gummy bears, sweet n sour
Dawg it's maniacal lyrical miracle spun, bitch
Shell toe Adidas and Airforce Ones, bitch
Smellin so cute in my Sean John suit
Filmoe street, nigga bus' duece duece
It's a felony rhyme n a melody crime, it's heavy
Ya catch 4 reps right across ya belly
Ya big homie, in Vegas like A Corleone
It's all real, not a macaroni sin
Imagine bullets bouncin off ya chin
Forever fuckin off your dirty grin, in the end, yeeah

Diamondback Eagle that's legal to kick it evil
Bullets from behind to your peoples
Serenade the whole Serengeti
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Chuck Taylor down and a beanie
To kill Genie
Takin off his coat
Gotta clear his throat
Religious like the Pope
Ho let me hit that dope
While these other cats say Please
I'm breakin down these Gs
Gigglin like a mutha fucker buckin at they knees
It's so simple and so plain
To remain in this game
Hustle like a drug dealer
Bullets rap cocaine
Son can't pronounce his name
Dog to the brain
One of my hos just left and now I'm feelin pain
Like an eighteen wheeler truck
Who do you trust?
Bitches think I love rap
Niggas know it's rap lust
Fire up the next blunt drink until you get drunk
Bustin with a 45 prepares you for the gauge pump
Know what I'm sayin Killa die

In 1984, I was on a plane that was about to soar
I was just 14, about to go down n see ma family
Jus when the plane was about to land, I saw that my cousin was the man
He gave me the formula, dat was my summer in Florida

In 1984, I was on a plane that was about to soar
I was jus 14, about to go down n see ma family
Jus when the plane was about to land, I saw that my cousin was the man
He gave me the formula, dat was my summer in Florida