Summer In Florida Lyrics - Andre Nickatina

whats 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 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, 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