Ice Cube – My Summer Vacation (Death Certificate 25Th Anniversary Edition Album)

It’s illegal business, niggas still can’t stick together
Punks whirl when the gat bust
No parole or probation

No chance for rehabilitation
Took their corner next day, set up shop
But the NARC’s, raid about six in the morning
Police looking at niggas through a microscope
Police say this is a nationwide trend
They trying to stop it
Try to catch a nigga while he’s yawnin’
And the public defender ain’t givin’ a fuck
We stepped off the plane
Nineteen-ninety-one Tony Montana
Top of the news tonight, gangs from South Central
Police don’t recognize the khakis and the sweatshirts
I’ma end it like this cause you know what’s up
Now clearin’ ’em out meant casualties
Leaving three dead and two others injured
And it’s a riot if any one of us die
Wouldn’t you know, a driveby in Missouri
The fool must be sparkin’
Louis niggas want they corner back St.
Boom, my homie got shot he’s a goner black
Drove to the ghetto, and checked in a motel
So you know the phrase, once again it’s on
And the white pride don’t like Northside
Them fools got popped
Hey hey man, whats up nigga?
Cause now they lookin’ for the colors and the khakis
Louis Catch a flight to St.
Four gang bangers, professional crack slangers
Face’ll be full of those tattooed tears
Giving up much love
Louis Departing from Los Angeles final destination to St.
About to pack up and start slangin’ in Seattle
Thank you

Yeah this is the one no doubt
Feudin’, like the Hatfields and McCoys
And we ain’t on edge when we do work
Seein’ which one will clock the most
Breakin’ off rocks like Barney Rubble
Put his glock to my chest as I paused
Los Angeles which are known for their driveby shootings
This is the final boarding call for flight 1259
It’s the same old story and the same old nigga stuck
Louis Have migrated into East St.
Now the shit’s gettin’ tricky
You got to deal with the Crips and Bloods by hand G
With similar incidents occurring in Texas, Michigan, and Oklahoma
No arrests have been made
Now the shit’s like a war
Cause where we stayin’, niggas look shady
Of gang violence, where it was never seen before
Cause them mark-ass niggas don’t want trouble
Talkin’ about a double life plea bargain
That L.A. ain’t all, surf and sun
Went to jail in my motherfuckin’ drawers
Yo, well this Lench Mob nigga!
But other motherfuckers want to stand strong
Four jheri curl niggas kickin’ up dust
Bust a you Bone, and let’s clear these niggaz out
Dyin’ for a street, that they ain’t even heard of
And it’s better than slangin’ in the Valley

mentality Still had the L.A.
Shooting in snowy weather
Wearing our colors and talkin’ that gang fuss
Cause look at the motherfuckin’ years that I’m facin’
My life is fucked
But they can’t fade South Central
Getting bitches and they can’t stand a

Rented a car at wholesale
And some of them are even lookin’ up to us
Triple the profit makin’ more than I did in Cali
Checkin’ out every block close
"If it can happen here, it can happen anywhere")
Bust a cap, and out of there in a hurry
Plus the Black Guerilla family
Damn, the spot’s gettin’ hot from the battle
That’s cool, cause nobody knew us
So what the fuck can I do to make a profit?
Unpacked and I grab the three-eighty
So how the fuck am I supposed to make a knot?
Fuckin’ police got the four-one-one
But we ain’t thinkin’, bout the boys
Tryin’ to give me, fifty-seven years
In L.A. everybody and they momma sell dope
Damn G the spot’s gettin’ hot
Cause bustin’ a cap is fundamental
Now this is a young man’s summer vacation