Текст песни Summer In Florida - Andre Nickatina
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
1 Ayo (feat. San Quinn)
2 Fly Like A Bird
3 5th Gear
4 Falcon And The Snowman
5 Conversation With A Devil
6 Rise And Fall Of A Rap Cat
7 Pick-cha
8 Dice Of Life - The Battle
9 Soul of a Coke Dealer
10 The God And The Stripper
11 Summer In Florida
12 Fist Full Of Dollars "Green Eyes"
13 Train With No Love
14 Nino Did The Cartah
15 Show Gone Wrong
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