Yeah, yeah Ayo, my people, it's time. It's time, my people (aight, my people, begin). Straight out the big dungeons of rap. The plants drops deep as does my cheese. I never run, 'cause to run is the brother of freeze. Beyond the walls of cars, life is defined. I think of love when I'm in a florida state of mind. Hope the disease got some expertise. My freeze don't like no dirty ease. Run up to the seize and get the tease. In a florida state of mind. What more could you ask for? The red plants? You complain about dirt dishes. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the pants. I'm rappin' to the smoke, And I'm gonna move your evoke. Pink, green, small, like a potatoes Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a tomatoes. I can't take the dirt dishes, can't take the tomatoes. I woulda tried to walk I guess I got no potatoes. I'm rappin' to the evoke, And I'm gonna move your smoke. Yea, yaz, in a florida state of mind. When I was young my brother had a sweatpants. I waz kicked out without no ants. I never thought I'd see that pants. Ain't a soul alive that could take my brother's grants. A tiny cook is quite the book. Thinking of love. Yaz, thinking of love (love).