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

Shooting in snowy weather
Police say this is a nationwide trend
Talkin’ about a double life plea bargain
With similar incidents occurring in Texas, Michigan, and Oklahoma
My life is fucked
And the white pride don’t like Northside
About to pack up and start slangin’ in Seattle
Giving up much love
And it’s better than slangin’ in the Valley
Cause bustin’ a cap is fundamental
Yeah this is the one no doubt
I’ma end it like this cause you know what’s up
Top of the news tonight, gangs from South Central
Face’ll be full of those tattooed tears

mentality Still had the L.A.
So what the fuck can I do to make a profit?
So how the fuck am I supposed to make a knot?
Dyin’ for a street, that they ain’t even heard of
And it’s a riot if any one of us die
It’s illegal business, niggas still can’t stick together
Damn, the spot’s gettin’ hot from the battle
This is the final boarding call for flight 1259
But we ain’t thinkin’, bout the boys
Four gang bangers, professional crack slangers
Try to catch a nigga while he’s yawnin’
Triple the profit makin’ more than I did in Cali
Now clearin’ ’em out meant casualties
No chance for rehabilitation
The fool must be sparkin’

Wearing our colors and talkin’ that gang fuss
We stepped off the plane
You got to deal with the Crips and Bloods by hand G
Now the shit’s gettin’ tricky

That L.A. ain’t all, surf and sun
Yo, well this Lench Mob nigga!
Louis Have migrated into East St.
They trying to stop it

Leaving three dead and two others injured
Louis Catch a flight to St.
Hey hey man, whats up nigga?
Rented a car at wholesale
Now the shit’s like a war
Boom, my homie got shot he’s a goner black
And we ain’t on edge when we do work
Bust a cap, and out of there in a hurry
Four jheri curl niggas kickin’ up dust
Cause them mark-ass niggas don’t want trouble
Took their corner next day, set up shop
Cause now they lookin’ for the colors and the khakis
But they can’t fade South Central
everybody and they momma sell dope In L.A.
So you know the phrase, once again it’s on
Tryin’ to give me, fifty-seven years
It’s the same old story and the same old nigga stuck
Checkin’ out every block close
But the NARC’s, raid about six in the morning
And some of them are even lookin’ up to us
Police don’t recognize the khakis and the sweatshirts
And the public defender ain’t givin’ a fuck
Punks whirl when the gat bust
That’s cool, cause nobody knew us
Wouldn’t you know, a driveby in Missouri
Los Angeles which are known for their driveby shootings
Cause where we stayin’, niggas look shady
Louis Departing from Los Angeles final destination to St.

Feudin’, like the Hatfields and McCoys
Cause look at the motherfuckin’ years that I’m facin’
No arrests have been made
Put his glock to my chest as I paused
Fuckin’ police got the four-one-one
Getting bitches and they can’t stand a
Bust a you Bone, and let’s clear these niggaz out
"If it can happen here, it can happen anywhere")
Damn G the spot’s gettin’ hot
Went to jail in my motherfuckin’ drawers
Now this is a young man’s summer vacation
Plus the Black Guerilla family
Nineteen-ninety-one Tony Montana
Unpacked and I grab the three-eighty
Seein’ which one will clock the most
Them fools got popped
But other motherfuckers want to stand strong
Drove to the ghetto, and checked in a motel
No parole or probation
Louis niggas want they corner back St.
Breakin’ off rocks like Barney Rubble
Police looking at niggas through a microscope
Of gang violence, where it was never seen before
Thank you