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Viewing Lyrics for My Summer Vacation:

Artist:Ice Cube
Taken from the album Death Certificate by Ice Cube
Album:Death Certificate
Track:My Summer Vacation
 
Date Added:18/10/2007
Rating:not yet rated     
Views:73
 
Lyrics:airline attendant]
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 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!
*gun shots*


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

[TV announcer]
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")

[Ice Cube]
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
 
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