Sylvan LaCue - Florida Man lyrics

[Intro] How's your parents? Good! Good they're driving to Florida right now to visit my uncle who's dying Mm, Florida eh? Make sure to tell them to watch out for Florida Man What's Florida Man? [Verse 1] Yeah, yeah, uh yeah yeah, mm N-nahh, n-nahh, n-nahh I remember sh** from way back Silver Surfer with the wave caps Daddy visits on the weekends Sega Genesis and peach fizz [?] on a megaphone [?] Lotto tickets scratching hella skrong [?] paging telephones Got my sh** [?] Pickle mangos with the pepper flakes [?] had the whole town Never hesitate to levitate [Chrous] Florida man, Florida man, Florida man ay Florida man, Florida man, Florida man ya Florida man, Florida man, Florida man ay [?] for the bu*ter man [Verse 2] Sunshine Elementary Miramar had my heart tied Then I parted to 187 North Miami beach was on the wrong side Racing scooters on a Saturday Cottage Cove where my grandma stay Always brought us cookies, pizzas, lemonade [?] I was but a boy back then, ya Trying to fill a void back then, ya Momma never liked my swag, wow Boy you're just like your dad, how? You don't even know that n***a, ya He don't even show up with us, ya He ain't ever grow up with us I don't really give a damn, it don't make no differ, ya Used to pick me up in Beamer, Benz, or Bentley just to take me out to Lauderdale Sistrunk where the robbers dwell Stretch em out in a cotton cell Campfires in the backyard Hundred dollars for the child support Bring me back and we would smile of course Daddy loves you holding down the sport Florida man, Florida man, Florida man ay Florida man, Florida man, Florida man ya Florida man, Florida man, Florida man ya 25 cent for a soda can ya Pickle [?] chicken sauce, quarter yams ya Way back when I was a [?] man Picking up trash I was on a day job Florida man, Florida man, hold up wait [Verse 3] n***as dying over nothing, that's an epidemic No ops lotta cops that's a d**h sentence My youngins trapping for the cars Look I got dreams [?] let me get to God I just wanna save my G's ya I just grow my seeds ya I can't even blow my weed Can't a n***a roll in peace ya Can't a n***a roll in peace uh I don't even know police ya They don't even know my niece Shoot first ask later when the .44 squeeze I just wanna save my G's I just grow my seeds I can't even blow my weed, sh** Can't a n***a roll in peace, uh Can't a n***a roll in peace, ya I don't even know police, damn They don't even know my niece Shoot first ask later when the .44 squeeze Florida man, Florida man, Florida man ay Florida man, Florida man, Florida man ya Florida man, Florida man, Florida man ay 25 cent for a soda can ya Pickle [?] chicken sauce, quarter yams ya Way back when I was a [?] man Picking up trash I was on a day job Florida man, Florida man, huh sh** Florida man, Florida man, Florida man ay Florida man, Florida man, Florida man ya Florida man, Florida man, Florida man ya 25 cent for a soda can ya Pickle [?] chicken sauce, quarter yams ya Way back when I was a [?] man Florida man, Florida man, Florida man ya Picking up trash [?] soda can [Outro] [?] County Broward County West Palm Beaches Sup y'all They call me DJ [?] Repping that 305 Most definitely Sylvan LaCue "Florida Man" Let's come together We gon' do this one time for Florida More specifically