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My summer vacation Lyrics by Ice Cube
My summer vacation by Ice Cube
So how the f**k am I supposed to make a knot?
Police lookin' at niggaz through a microscope
In L.A. everybody an' they momma sell dope
They tryin' to stop it
So what the f**k can I do to make a profit?
Catch a flight to St. Louis
sh*t, that's cool, cuz nobody knew us
We stepped off the plane
4 gangbangaz, professional crack slangaz
Ready to card at wholesale
Rolled to the ghetto, and checked in a motel
Unpacked then I grabbed the 3-80
Cuz where we stayin', niggaz look shady
But they can't fade South Central
Cuz bustin' a cap is fundamental
Pimpin' out every block close
Seein' which one will clock the most
Yeah, this is the one, no doubt
Bust a few Bone, and let's clear deez niggaz out
"Hey! Hey man! Whassup nigga?
This is L.A.'s Lynch Mob nigga" (tires squeal)
Now clearin' 'em out meant casualties
Still have the L.A. mentality
Bust a cap, and outta there in a hurry
Wouldn't ya know, a drive-by in Missouri
Them fools got popped, took they corner
Next day, set up shop
And it's better than slangin' in da Valley
Triple the price an' makin' more than I did in Cali
Rackin' up rocks like Barney Rubble
Cuz them mark ass niggaz don't want trouble
And we ain't on edge when we do work
Police don't recognize the khakis and the sweatshirts
Gettin' b**ches and they can't stand a 1991 Tony Montana
Now the sh*t's like a war of gang violence
where it was never seen before
Punks run when the gat bust
4 jerri curl niggaz kickin' up dust
And some of them are even lookin' up to us
Wearin' our colors and talkin' that gang
f**k, give a nigga much love
Dyin' for a street that they ain't never heard of
But other motherf**kaz wanna stay in strong
So you know the phrase, once again, "It's on"
At the top of the news tonight:
A gang from South Central Los Angeles, which are known for their drive-by shootings,
have migrated into east St. Louis leaving 3 dead and 2 others injured. No arrests have
been made. Police say this is a nation-wide trend, with similar incidents occurring in
Texas, Michigan, and Oklahoma.
My homie got shot, he's a goner Black
St. Louis niggaz want they corner back
Shootin' in snowy weather
It's illegal business, niggaz still can't stick together
f**kin' police got the 411 that L.A. ain't all servin' son
But we ain't thinkin' bout the boys
Few like to have (something)
Now the sh*t gettin' tricky
Cuz now they lookin' for tha colorz and the Dickie's
Damn, the spot's getting hot from the battle
I'm bout to pack up and start slingin' in Seattle
But the cops wake about 6 in da mornin'
Try to catch a nigga when he's yawnin'
Put his glock to my chest as I pause
Went to jail in my muthaf**kin' draws
Tryin' ta get me 57(?) years
Think's I be foolin' with those tattoo tears
It's the same ol' story and the same ol' nigga stuck
An' the public defender ain't givin' a f**k
The fool must be sparkin'
Talkin' about a double-life plea bargain
You got to roll with the Crips and the Bloods by hand G
Like a black guerilla family
And the white pride don't like North side
And it's a ride if anyone know the style(?)
No parole or probation
Now this is a young man's Summer Vacation
No chance for rehabilitation
Cuz look at the muthaf**kin' years that I'm facin'
I'ma end it like this cuz you know what's up
My life is f**ked
"Police eat a dick, straight up"
"Look here you little goddamn nigger,
you're not gatling nobody, you understand me?!
That's right, now get down on the goddamn
ground! NOW! f**kin' move! NOOWW!"
"Let me take a shot at him!"
"We gonna do you like King (What goddamn King?)
Rodney King, Martin Luther King, and all the
goddamn kings of Africa!"
"Look out motherf**ka!" (3 gunshots)