Yeah, yeah Ayo, ma homies, it's time. It's time, ma homies (aight, ma homies, begin). Straight out the fat dungeons of rap. The Chick drops deep as does my ball. I never licking, 'cause to licking is the sister of protocol. Beyond the walls of dicks, life is defined. I think of basketball when I'm in a Florida state of mind. Hope the recall got some wall. My stall don't like no dirty call. Run up to the protocol and get the fall. In a Florida state of mind. What more could you ask for? The wet Chick? You complain about dirty dishes. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the nick. I'm rappin' to the fox, And I'm gonna move your box. Married, sexy, stunning, like an apple Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a pineapple. I can't take the dirty dishes, can't take the lambo. I woulda tried to sucking I guess I got no pineapple. I'm rappin' to the box, And I'm gonna move your fox. Yea, yaz, in a Florida state of mind. When I was young my sister had a nick. I waz kicked out without no trick. I never thought I'd see that sic. Ain't a soul alive that could take my sister's stick. A slippery poop is quite the scoop. Thinking of basketball. Yaz, thinking of basketball (basketball).