Summer In Florida

Whats 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 (? barrels?)
 its 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
 its da fellony rhyme n a mellody crime, its heavy
 ya catch four raps right across ya belly
 ya big homey, in Vegas like Coleeonie
 its 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