What's 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?) It's 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 It's da fellony rhyme n a mellody crime, it's heavy Ya catch four raps right across ya belly Ya big homey, in Vegas like Coleeonie It's 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