Ice cube songs

My Summer Vacation

Written by: [1] Ice Cube

Produced by: The Boogie Men & Ice Cube

Sampled: "Reach Out" by The Average White Band

(in the voice of a female flight attendant over the cabin PA)

This is the final boarding call for flight 1259 departing from Los Angeles, final destination to St. Louis Thank you

[Ice Cube]

Damn G, the spot's gettin hot

So how the fuck am I supposed to make a [2]knot?

Police looking at niggas through a microscope

In L.A. [3]everybody and they momma sell dope

They trying to stop it

So what the fuck can I do to make a [4]profit?

Catch a flight to St. Louis

That's cool, cause nobody knew [5]us

We stepped off the plane

Four gang bangers, [6]professional crack slangers

Rented a car at wholesale

Drove to the ghetto, and checked in a motel

Unpacked and I grab the [7]three-eighty

Cause where we stayin, niggas 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, let's clear these niggas out

(Background)

Ay ay man, whassup nigga?

Yo, well this Lench Mob nigga!

(*gun shots*)

Now clearin em out meant casualties

Still had the L.A. mentality

Bust a cap, and out of there in a hurry

Whadda 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 niggas 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

1991 Tony Montana

Now the shit's like a war

of gang violence, where it was never seen before

Punks run when the gat bust

Four jheri curled niggas kickin up dust

And some of them are even lookin up to us

Wearing our colors and talkin that gang fuck

Giving up much love

Dyin for a street, that they ain't even heard of

But other motherfuckers want to stay in strong

So you know the phrase, once again it's on

(Background news anchor announcing while interviewed female voice constantly repeating in background, "If it can happen here, it can happen anywhere")

At the 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.

[Ice Cube]

(loud gunshot in background)

My homie got shot he's a goner black

St. Louis niggas want they corner back

Shooting in snowy weather

It's illegal business, niggas 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 Dickies

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 when he's yawnin

Put his glock to my chest as I pause

Went to jail in my motherfuckin draws

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

Buy a hand, G

Plus the Black Guerilla family

And the white pride don't like no side

And it's alright if anyone's number die

No parole or probation

Now this is a young man'ssummer 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...

(Heart monitor flatlines)