Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Summer Vacation, artist - Ice Cube. Album song Ice Cube's Greatest Hits, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Capitol, Priority Records (USA)
Song language: English
My Summer Vacation |
This is the final boarding call for flight 1259 |
departing from Los Angeles, final destination to St. Louis |
Thank you |
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! |
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 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) |
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 |