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 grabbed the 3.80
Cos where we staying, niggaz look shady
But they can't fade South Central
'Cause busting a cap is fundamental
Peeping out every block close
Seeing which one will clock the most
Yeah, this is the one, no doubt
Bust a U Bone, and let's clear these niggaz out

(Hey! Hey man! Whassup nigga? This is Lynch Mob nigga)

Now clearing them out meant casualties
Still had the L.A. mentality
Bust a cap, and outta there in a hurry
Wouldn't you know, a drive-by in Missouri
Them fools got popped
Took their corner next day, set up shop
And it's better than slanging in the Valley
Triple the profit making more than I did in Cali'
Breaking up 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
1991 Tony Montana
Now the shit's like a war, Gang violence
Where it was never seen before
Punks run when the gats bust

Four jheri curled niggaz kicking up dust
And some of them are even looking up to us
Wearing our colors and talking that gang Fuck
Giving up much much love
Dying for a street that they ain't never heard of
But other motherfuckers want to stand strong
So you know the phrase, "once again it's on"

At the top of the news tonight
A gang from South Central Los Angeles
Which are known for their drive-by shootings
Have migrated into east St. Louis leaving three dead and two others injured
No arrests have been made
Police say this is a nation-wide trend, with similar incidents occurring in
Texas, Michigan, and Oklahoma

"If it can happen here, it can happen anywhere")

BOOM, my homie got shot he's a gunner black
St. Louis niggaz want they cornerback
Shooting in snowy weather
It's illegal business, niggaz still can't stick together
Fuckin police got the 411
That L.A. ain't all, surf and sun
But we ain't thinking bout them boys
Feudin, like the Hatfields and McCoys
Now the shit's gettin tricky
'Cause now they looking for tha colorz and the Dickie's

Damn, the spot's getting hot from the battle
I'm about to pack up and start slinging in Seattle
But the NARCs, raid about six in the morning
Try to catch a nigga while he's yawning
Put his glock to my chest as I paused
Went to jail in my motherfuckin drawers
Tryin to give me, fifty-seven years
Face will 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 muthafucking years that I'm facing
I'ma end it like this 'cause you know what's up
My life is fucked

(Police eat a dick, straight up)

Look here you little goddamn nigger
You're not gatling nobody, you fuckin' understand me?!
That's right, now get down on the goddamn
Ground! now! Fuckin' move! now!)

(Let me take a shot at him!)

We gonna do you like King (What goddamn King?)
Rodney King, Martin Luther King, and all the
Goddamn kings of Africa!

(Look out motherfucka!)