My Summer Vacation Lyrics by Ice Cube

My Summer Vacation Lyrics

    [airline attendant]
    This is the final boarding call for flight 1259
    Departing from los angeles, final destination to st. louis
    Thank you

    [ice cube]
    Damn g, the spot's gettin hot
    So how the fuck am i supposed to make a knot?
    Police looking at niggaz through a microscope
    In l.a. everybody and they momma 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, niggaz look shady
    But they can't fade south central
    Cause bustin a cap is fundamental
    Checkin 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 niggaz out

    Ay ay man, whassup nigga?
    Yo, well this lench mob nigga!
    *gun shots*

    Now clearin em out meant casualties
    Still had the l.a. mentality
    Bust a cap, and out of there in a hurry
    Wouldn't you know, a driveby in missouri
    Them fools got popped
    Took their 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 niggaz don't want trouble
    And we ain't on edge when we do work
    Police don't recognize the khakis and the sweatshirts
    Getting bitches and they can't stand a
    Nineteen-ninety-one tony montana
    Now the shit's like a war
    Of gang violence, where it was never seen before
    Punks whirl when the gat bust
    Four jheri curl niggaz kickin up dust
    And some of them are even lookin up to us
    Wearing our colors and talkin that gang fuss
    Giving up much love
    Dyin for a street, that they ain't even heard of
    But other motherfuckers want to stand strong
    So you know the phrase, once again it's on

    [tv announcer]
    Top of the news tonight, gangs from south central
    Los angeles which are known for their driveby 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 occuring in texas, michigan, and oklahoma
    (female voice repeating in background:
    "if it can happen here, it can happen anywhere")

    [ice cube]
    Boom, my homie got shot he's a goner black
    St. louis niggaz want they corner back
    Shooting in snowy weather
    It's illegal business, niggaz still can't stick together
    Fuckin police got the four-one-one
    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 khakis
    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 morning
    Try to catch a nigga while he's yawnin
    Put his glock to my chest as i paused
    Went to jail in my motherfuckin drawers
    Tryin to 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 bloods by hand g
    Plus the black guerilla family
    And the white pride don't like northside
    And it's a riot if any more niggaz 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

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