Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Summer In Florida, artist - Andre Nickatina.
Date of issue: 10.08.2009
Song language: English
Summer In Florida |
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 boroughs |
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 |