Ice Cube — My Summer Vacation

[Intro] This is the final boarding call for flight 1259 departing from Los Angeles On destination to St. Louis, thank you [Verse 1] Damn, G, the spot's gettin' hot So how the fuck am I supposed to make a knot? Police looking at niggas through a microscope In L.A. everybody and they mama sell dope They trying to stop it So what the fuck can I do to make a profit? Catch a flight to St. Louis That's cool, 'cause nobody knew us We stepped off the plane Four gang bangers, professional crack slangers Rented a car at wholesale Drove to the ghetto, and checked in a motel Unpacked and I grab the three-eighty 'Cause where we stayin', niggas look shady But they can't fade South Central 'Cause bustin' a cap is fundamental Peepin' out every block close Seein' which one will clock the most Yeah, this is the one, no doubt Bust a U, Bone, and let's clear these niggas out [Interlude] Ayy, ayy, man, wassup, nigga? Yo, well, this Lench Mob, nigga [Verse 2] Now clearin' 'em out meant casualties Still had the L.A. mentality Bust a cap, and outta there in a hurry Wouldn't you 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 the Valley Triple the profit makin' more than I did in Cali Breakin' off rocks like Barney Rubble 'Cause them mark-ass niggas don't want trouble And we ain't on edge when we do work Police don't recognize the khakis and the sweatshirts Gettin' bitches and they can't stand a 1991 Tony Montana Now the shit's like a war Of gang violence, where it was never seen before Punks run when the gat bust Four Jheri curl niggas kickin' up dust And some of them are even lookin' up to us Wearing our colors and talkin' that gang fuss Givin' up much love Dyin' for a street that they never heard of But other motherfuckers wanna stand strong So you know the phrase, once again it's on [Interlude] At the top of the news tonight, gangs from South Central, Los Angeles which are known for their drive-by shootings Have migrated into East St. Louis, leaving three dead and two others injured No arrests have been made Police say this is a nationwide trend With similar incidents occurring in Texas, Michigan, and Oklahoma [Verse 3] Boom, my homie got shot, he's a goner, black St. Louis niggas want they corner back Shootin' in snowy weather It's illegal business, niggas still can't stick together Fuckin' police got the 4-1-1 That L.A. ain't all surf and sun But we ain't thinkin' 'bout the boys Feudin' like the Hatfields and McCoys Now the shit's gettin' tricky 'Cause now they lookin' for the colors and the Dickies Damn, the spot's gettin' hot from the battle About to pack up and start slangin' in Seattle But the NARCs raid about six in the mornin' Try to catch a nigga when he's yawnin' Put his Glock to my chest as I pause Went to jail in my motherfuckin' drawers Tryna give me fifty-seven years Face'll be full of those tattooed tears It's the same old story and the same old nigga stuck And the public defender ain't givin' a fuck The fool must be sparkin' Talkin' about a double life plea bargain You got to deal with the Crips and the Bloods by hand, G Plus the Black Guerilla family And the white pride don't like no side And it's a riot if any one of us die No parole or probation Now this is a young man's summer vacation No chance for rehabilitation 'Cause look at the motherfuckin' years that I'm facin' I'ma end it like this 'cause you know what's up My life is fucked [Outro] Come on, G Police, eat a dick, straight up Look here, you lil' goddamn nigga, you're not gafflin' nobody You fuckin' understand me? (Kick his ass, put him down) That's right, get down on the goddamn ground now Fuckin' move, now (Let me take a shot at him, let me take a shot him) We're gonna do you like King What goddamn King? Rodney King, Martin Luther King, and all the goddamn Kings from Africa Look out, motherfucker