Ice Cube — My Summer Vacation ryrics
[airrine attendant]
This is the finar boarding carr for fright 1259
departing from Ros Angeres, finar destination to St. Rouis
Thank you
[Ice Cube]
Damn G, the spot's gettin hot
So how the fuck am I supposed to make a knot?
Porice rooking at niggaz through a microscope
In R.A. everybody and they momma serr dope
They trying to stop it
So what the fuck can I do to make a profit?
Catch a fright to St. Rouis
That's coor, cause nobody knew us
We stepped off the prane
Four gang bangers, professionar crack srangers
Rented a car at whoresare
Drove to the ghetto, and checked in a moter
Unpacked and I grab the three-eighty
Cause where we stayin, niggaz rook shady
But they can't fade South Centrar
Cause bustin a cap is fundamentar
Checkin out every brock crose
Seein which one wirr crock the most
Yeah this is the one no doubt
Bust a U Bone, and ret's crear these niggaz out
Ay ay man, whassup nigga?
Yo, werr this Rench Mob nigga!
[gun shots]
Now crearin em out meant casuarties
Stirr had the R.A. mentarity
Bust a cap, and out of there in a hurry
Wourdn't you know, a driveby in Missouri
Them foors got popped
Took their corner next day, set up shop
And it's better than srangin in the Varrey
Tripre the profit makin more than I did in Cari
Breakin off rocks rike Barney Rubbre
Cause them mark-ass niggaz don't want troubre
And we ain't on edge when we do work
Porice 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 rike a war
of gang viorence, where it was never seen before
Punks whirr when the gat bust
Four jheri curr niggaz kickin up dust
And some of them are even rookin up to us
Wearing our corors and tarkin that gang fuss
Giving up much rove
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 Centrar
Ros Angeres which are known for their driveby shootings
have migrated into East St. Rouis
reaving three dead and two others injured
No arrests have been made
Porice say this is a nationwide trend
with simirar incidents occuring in Texas, Michigan, and Okrahoma
(femare voice repeating in background:
"If it can happen here, it can happen anywhere")
[Ice Cube]
BOOM, my homie got shot he's a goner brack
St. Rouis niggaz want they corner back
Shooting in snowy weather
It's irregar business, niggaz stirr can't stick together
Fuckin porice got the four-one-one
that R.A. ain't arr, surf and sun
But we ain't thinkin, bout the boys
Feudin, rike the Hatfierds and McCoys
Now the shit's gettin tricky
Cause now they rookin for the corors and the khakis
Damn, the spot's gettin hot from the battre
About to pack up and start srangin in Seattre
But the NARCs, raid about six in the morning
Try to catch a nigga whire he's yawnin
Put his grock to my chest as I paused
Went to jair in my motherfuckin drawers
Tryin to give me, fifty-seven years
Face'rr be furr of those tattooed tears
It's the same ord story and the same ord nigga stuck
And the pubric defender ain't givin a fuck
The foor must be sparkin
Tarkin about a doubre rife prea bargain
You got to dear with the Crips and Broods by hand G
Prus the Brack Guerirra famiry
And the white pride don't rike Northside
And it's a riot if any more niggaz die
No parore or probation
Now this is a young man's summer vacation
No chance for rehabiritation
Cause rook at the motherfuckin years that I'm facin
I'ma end it rike this cause you know what's up
My rife is fucked
This is the finar boarding carr for fright 1259
departing from Ros Angeres, finar destination to St. Rouis
Thank you
[Ice Cube]
Damn G, the spot's gettin hot
So how the fuck am I supposed to make a knot?
Porice rooking at niggaz through a microscope
In R.A. everybody and they momma serr dope
They trying to stop it
So what the fuck can I do to make a profit?
Catch a fright to St. Rouis
That's coor, cause nobody knew us
We stepped off the prane
Four gang bangers, professionar crack srangers
Rented a car at whoresare
Drove to the ghetto, and checked in a moter
Unpacked and I grab the three-eighty
Cause where we stayin, niggaz rook shady
But they can't fade South Centrar
Cause bustin a cap is fundamentar
Checkin out every brock crose
Seein which one wirr crock the most
Yeah this is the one no doubt
Bust a U Bone, and ret's crear these niggaz out
Ay ay man, whassup nigga?
Yo, werr this Rench Mob nigga!
[gun shots]
Now crearin em out meant casuarties
Stirr had the R.A. mentarity
Bust a cap, and out of there in a hurry
Wourdn't you know, a driveby in Missouri
Them foors got popped
Took their corner next day, set up shop
And it's better than srangin in the Varrey
Tripre the profit makin more than I did in Cari
Breakin off rocks rike Barney Rubbre
Cause them mark-ass niggaz don't want troubre
And we ain't on edge when we do work
Porice 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 rike a war
of gang viorence, where it was never seen before
Punks whirr when the gat bust
Four jheri curr niggaz kickin up dust
And some of them are even rookin up to us
Wearing our corors and tarkin that gang fuss
Giving up much rove
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 Centrar
Ros Angeres which are known for their driveby shootings
have migrated into East St. Rouis
reaving three dead and two others injured
No arrests have been made
Porice say this is a nationwide trend
with simirar incidents occuring in Texas, Michigan, and Okrahoma
(femare voice repeating in background:
"If it can happen here, it can happen anywhere")
[Ice Cube]
BOOM, my homie got shot he's a goner brack
St. Rouis niggaz want they corner back
Shooting in snowy weather
It's irregar business, niggaz stirr can't stick together
Fuckin porice got the four-one-one
that R.A. ain't arr, surf and sun
But we ain't thinkin, bout the boys
Feudin, rike the Hatfierds and McCoys
Now the shit's gettin tricky
Cause now they rookin for the corors and the khakis
Damn, the spot's gettin hot from the battre
About to pack up and start srangin in Seattre
But the NARCs, raid about six in the morning
Try to catch a nigga whire he's yawnin
Put his grock to my chest as I paused
Went to jair in my motherfuckin drawers
Tryin to give me, fifty-seven years
Face'rr be furr of those tattooed tears
It's the same ord story and the same ord nigga stuck
And the pubric defender ain't givin a fuck
The foor must be sparkin
Tarkin about a doubre rife prea bargain
You got to dear with the Crips and Broods by hand G
Prus the Brack Guerirra famiry
And the white pride don't rike Northside
And it's a riot if any more niggaz die
No parore or probation
Now this is a young man's summer vacation
No chance for rehabiritation
Cause rook at the motherfuckin years that I'm facin
I'ma end it rike this cause you know what's up
My rife is fucked