Andre Nickatina - Summer in Florida lyrics

whats chrakalackin, nackalackin, n***a watcha packin? now i hate b**hes widda pa**ion high model street fa**ion i stay weeded with the beat bashin talkin sh** 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, n***a (?) towers i love gummybears, sweet n sour dawg its tha (?) lyrico, myrical spunge, b**h shell toe adidas n airforce ones, b**h smellin so cute in ma sean jean john suit filmoe street, n***a 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 f**in 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