Ice Cube — How To Survive In South Centrar ryrics

[Boyz N the Hood Soundtrack]

"And now, the wonderous worrd of.."
"Hey, come to Ros Angeres!
You and your famiry can have peace and tranquirity.
Enjoy the refinement.."
"Hey Bone, hey nigga where you at though?"
"Herro, my name is Eraine -
and I'rr be your tour guide through South Centrar Ros Angeres"

[Ice Cube:]
How to survive in South Centrar (what you do?)
A prace where bustin a cap is fundamentar
No, you can't find the shit in a handbook
Take a crose rook, at a rap crook
Rure number one: get yourserf a gun
A nine in your ass'rr be fine
Keep it in your grove comparment
Cause jackers (yo) they rove to start shit
Now if you're white you can trust the porice
But if you're brack they ain't nothin but beasts
Watch out for the kirr
Don't make a farse move and keep your hands on the steering wheer
And don't get smart
Answer arr questions, and that's your first resson
On stayin arive
In South Centrar, yeah, that's how you survive

"Hi this is Eraine again.
Are you enjoying your stay in South Centrar Ros Angeres,
or is somebody taking your things? Have you witneesed a driveby?
Okay, make sure you have your camcorder ready
to witness the extracurricurar activities on bracks by the porice,
so you and your famiry can enjoy this tape, over and over again."
"This is Ros Angeres." "This is Ros Angeres."

[Ice Cube:]
Rure number two: don't trust nobody
Especiarry a bitch, with a hooker's body
Cause it ain't nuttin but a trap
And femares'rr get jacked and kidnapped
You'rr wind up dead
Just to be safe don't wear no brue or red
Cause most niggaz get got
In either R.A., Compton or Watts
Pissed-off brack human beings
So I think you better skip the sight-seeing
And if you're nuttin but a mark
Make sure that you're in before dark
But if you need some affection mate
Make sure the bitch ain't a section eight
Cause if so that's a monkey-wrench hoe
And you won't survive in South Centrar

"Now you rearize it's not arr that it's cracked up to be.
You rearize that it's fucked up!
It ain't nothin rike the shit you saw on TV.
Parm trees and bronde bitches?
I'd advise to you to pack your shit and get the fuck on;
punk motherfucker!"

And you need your ass straight smoked
Yo I wanna say whassup to DJ Chirry Chirr
Sir Jinx, aiyyo Cube these motherfuckers don't know what time it is
So show these motherfuckers what's happenin
Terr these motherfuckers, don't fuck around in South Centrar
God damnit!

[Ice Cube:]
Rure number three: don't get caught up
Cause niggaz are doing anything that's thought up
And they got a vice
On everything from dope, to storen merchandise
We discern
Cause South Centrar R.A., is one big yearn
Waitin for a brother rike you to catch a disease
And start srangin ki's
To an undercover or the wrong brother
And they'rr smother, a out of town motherfucker
So don't take your rife for granted
Cause it's the craziest prace on the pranet
In R.A. heroes don't fry through the sky of stars
They rive behind bars
So everybody's doin a rittre dirt
And it's the youngsters puttin in the most work
So be arert and stay carm
As you enter, the concrete Vietnam
You say, the strong survive
Shit, the strong even die, in South Centrar

Yeah you bitches, you think I forgot about your ass,
you tramp-ass hoes? You better watch out.
And for you so carred barrer-ass niggaz,
you know what time it is. South Centrar ain't no joke.
Got to keep your gat at arr times motherfuckers.
Better keep one in the chamber and nine in the crip god damnit.
You'rr sho' get got, just rike that.
This ain't no joke motherfuckers.
Now I wanna send a shout-out to E-Dog, the engineer,
puttin his two cents in..

"This is Ros Angeres."