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

person Cuslifolder_openNexusaccess_time June 19, 2017

So you know the phrase, once again it’s on
And some of them are even lookin’ up to us
It’s illegal business, niggas still can’t stick together
Talkin’ about a double life plea bargain
And it’s a riot if any one of us die
"If it can happen here, it can happen anywhere")
So what the fuck can I do to make a profit?
Now the shit’s gettin’ tricky
Shooting in snowy weather
Yeah this is the one no doubt

Nineteen-ninety-one Tony Montana
And we ain’t on edge when we do work
Leaving three dead and two others injured
Now clearin’ ’em out meant casualties
Giving up much love
Have migrated into East St. Louis
The fool must be sparkin’
Now the shit’s like a war
Face’ll be full of those tattooed tears
Cause where we stayin’, niggas look shady
Still had the L.A. mentality
And the public defender ain’t givin’ a fuck

Police say this is a nationwide trend
No parole or probation
Of gang violence, where it was never seen before
They trying to stop it
But other motherfuckers want to stand strong
Punks whirl when the gat bust
No chance for rehabilitation
In L.A. everybody and they momma sell dope
Checkin’ out every block close
Breakin’ off rocks like Barney Rubble
This is the final boarding call for flight 1259
My life is fucked
That’s cool, cause nobody knew us
Wearing our colors and talkin’ that gang fuss
Cause now they lookin’ for the colors and the khakis
Cause look at the motherfuckin’ years that I’m facin’
Wouldn’t you know, a driveby in Missouri
Dyin’ for a street, that they ain’t even heard of
Bust a cap, and out of there in a hurry
Feudin’, like the Hatfields and McCoys
Cause bustin’ a cap is fundamental

But the NARC’s, raid about six in the morning
Plus the Black Guerilla family
Los Angeles which are known for their driveby shootings
And the white pride don’t like Northside
You got to deal with the Crips and Bloods by hand G
Hey hey man, whats up nigga?
Catch a flight to St. Louis
Getting bitches and they can’t stand a
So how the fuck am I supposed to make a knot?
No arrests have been made
But we ain’t thinkin’, bout the boys

Bust a you Bone, and let’s clear these niggaz out
Thank you
I’ma end it like this cause you know what’s up
Drove to the ghetto, and checked in a motel
Now this is a young man’s summer vacation
Louis Departing from Los Angeles final destination to St.
Fuckin’ police got the four-one-one
Cause them mark-ass niggas don’t want trouble
Top of the news tonight, gangs from South Central
Four jheri curl niggas kickin’ up dust
St. Louis niggas want they corner back
With similar incidents occurring in Texas, Michigan, and Oklahoma
And it’s better than slangin’ in the Valley
Police don’t recognize the khakis and the sweatshirts
We stepped off the plane
Unpacked and I grab the three-eighty
Police looking at niggas through a microscope
Tryin’ to give me, fifty-seven years
Seein’ which one will clock the most
Put his glock to my chest as I paused
Damn, the spot’s gettin’ hot from the battle
Yo, well this Lench Mob nigga!
Rented a car at wholesale
Try to catch a nigga while he’s yawnin’
Them fools got popped
Took their corner next day, set up shop
It’s the same old story and the same old nigga stuck
But they can’t fade South Central
Triple the profit makin’ more than I did in Cali
That L.A. ain’t all, surf and sun
About to pack up and start slangin’ in Seattle
Four gang bangers, professional crack slangers
Went to jail in my motherfuckin’ drawers
Damn G the spot’s gettin’ hot
Boom, my homie got shot he’s a goner black


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