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Summer In Florida


by Andre Nickatina. Buy album CD: Conversation With A Devil


What's crakalackin, nackalackin, nigga whatcha packin?
Now I hate bitches with a passion
High model street fashion
I stay weeded with the beat bashin
Talkin shit when I'm smashin
Put my rap down, profound in a virgin town
Hit the mall like the God, now I'm splurgin now
Crack a rhyme, hard crimes in all five barrels
It's something like Egypt n the pharaohs
Gimme the keys to ya' city,
I'm still pick the lock
And leave hella clues for the cops
Leave fingerprints on the glock
Leave I.D on the block
Dawg did ya do it?
no I did not
Gun powder flour, nigga Geneva towers
I love gummy bears, sweet n sour
Dawg it's maniacal lyrical miracle spun, bitch
Shell toe Adidas and Airforce Ones, bitch
Smellin so cute in my Sean John suit
Filmoe street, nigga bus' duece duece
It's a felony rhyme n a melody crime, it's heavy
Ya catch 4 reps right across ya belly
Ya big homie, in Vegas like A Corleone
It's all real, not a macaroni sin
Imagine bullets bouncin off ya chin
Forever fuckin off your dirty grin, in the end, yeeah
Diamondback Eagle that's legal to kick it evil
Bullets from behind to your peoples
Serenade the whole Serengeti
Fo full feti luccacini
Chuck Taylor down and a beanie
To kill Genie
Takin off his coat
Gotta clear his throat
Religious like the Pope
Ho let me hit that dope
While these other cats say Please
I'm breakin down these Gs
Gigglin like a mutha fucker buckin at they knees
It's so simple and so plain
To remain in this game
Hustle like a drug dealer
Bullets rap cocaine
Son can't pronounce his name
Dog to the brain
One of my hos just left and now I'm feelin pain
Like an eighteen wheeler truck
Who do you trust?
Bitches think I love rap
Niggas know it's rap lust
Fire up the next blunt drink until you get drunk
Bustin with a 45 prepares you for the gauge pump
Know what I'm sayin Killa die

In 1984, I was on a plane that was about to soar
I was just 14, about to go down n see ma family
Jus when the plane was about to land, I saw that my cousin was the man
He gave me the formula, dat was my summer in Florida

In 1984, I was on a plane that was about to soar
I was jus 14, about to go down n see ma family
Jus when the plane was about to land, I saw that my cousin was the man
He gave me the formula, dat was my summer in Florida




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Album: Conversation With A Devil (2003) Lyrics
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  1. 10. summer in florida
  2. 11. yo
  3. 14. nino did the cartah
  4. 3. rise and fall of a rap cat
  5. 4. pick-cha
  6. 5. dice of life (the bottle)
  7. 6. 5th gear
  8. 8. god and the stripper
  9. Conversation with a devil
  10. Fly like a bird
  11. Rise And Fall Of A Rap Cat
  12. A yo (featuring san quinn)
  13. Pick-cha
  14. Dice of life (the bottle)
  15. 5th Gear
  16. Soul of a coke dealer
  17. The God And The Stripper
  18. Falcon and the snowman
  19. Summer In Florida
  20. Ayo
  21. Fist full of dollars 'green eyes'
  22. Train with no love
  23. Nino Did The Cartah
  24. Show gone wrong

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