Artist/Band:
Ice Cube
Lyrics for Song: How To Survive In South Central (Bonus Track)
Lyrics for Album: Death Certificate
"and now, the wonderous world of.."
"hey, come to los angeles!
You and your family can have peace and tranquility.
Enjoy the refinement.."
"hey bone, hey nigga where you at though? "
"hello, my name is elaine --
And IÂ’ll be your tour guide through south central los angeles"
[ice cube]
How to survive in south central (what you do? )
A place where bustin a cap is fundamental
No, you canÂ’t find the shit in a handbook
Take a close look, at a rap crook
Rule number one: get yourself a gun
A nine in your assÂ’ll be fine
Keep it in your glove comparment
Cause jackers (yo) they love to start shit
Now if youÂ’re white you can trust the police
But if youÂ’re black they ainÂ’t nothin but beasts
Watch out for the kill
DonÂ’t make a false move and keep your hands on the steering wheel
And donÂ’t get smart
Answer all questions, and thatÂ’s your first lesson
On stayin alive
In south central, yeah, thatÂ’s how you survive
"hi this is elaine again.
Are you enjoying your stay in south central los angeles,
Or is somebody taking your things? have you witneesed a driveby?
Okay, make sure you have your camcorder ready
To witness the extracurricular activities on blacks by the police,
So you and your family can enjoy this tape, over and over again."
"this is los angeles." "this is los angeles."
[ice cube]
Rule number two: donÂ’t trust nobody
Especially a bitch, with a hookerÂ’s body
Cause it ainÂ’t nuttin but a trap
And femalesÂ’ll get jacked and kidnapped
YouÂ’ll wind up dead
Just to be safe donÂ’t wear no blue or red
Cause most niggaz get got
In either l.a., compton or watts
Pissed-off black human beings
So I think you better skip the sight-seeing
And if youÂ’re nuttin but a mark
Make sure that youÂ’re in before dark
But if you need some affection mate
Make sure the bitch ainÂ’t a section eight
Cause if so thatÂ’s a monkey-wrench hoe
And you wonÂ’t survive in south central
"now you realize itÂ’s not all that itÂ’s cracked up to be.
You realize that itÂ’s fucked up!
It ainÂ’t nothin like the shit you saw on tv.
Palm trees and blonde bitches?
IÂ’d advise to you to pack your shit and get the fuck on;
Punk motherfucker!"
And you need your ass straight smoked
Yo I wanna say whassup to dj chilly chill
Sir jinx, aiyyo cube these motherfuckers donÂ’t know what time it is
So show these motherfuckers whatÂ’s happenin
Tell these motherfuckers, donÂ’t fuck around in south central
God damnit!
[ice cube]
Rule number three: donÂ’t get caught up
Cause niggaz are doing anything thatÂ’s thought up
And they got a vice
On everything from dope, to stolen merchandise
We discern
Cause south central l.a., is one big yearn
Waitin for a brother like you to catch a disease
And start slangin kiÂ’s
To an undercover or the wrong brother
And theyÂ’ll smother, a out of town motherfucker
So donÂ’t take your life for granted
Cause itÂ’s the craziest place on the planet
In l.a. heroes donÂ’t fly through the sky of stars
They live behind bars
So everybodyÂ’s doin a little dirt
And itÂ’s the youngsters puttin in the most work
So be alert and stay calm
As you enter, the concrete vietnam
You say, the strong survive
Shit, the strong even die, in south central
Yeah you bitches, you think I forgot about your ass,
You tramp-ass hoes? you better watch out.
And for you so called baller-ass niggaz,
You know what time it is. south central ainÂ’t no joke.
Got to keep your gat at all times motherfuckers.
Better keep one in the chamber and nine in the clip God damnit.
YouÂ’ll shoÂ’ get got, just like that.
This ainÂ’t no joke motherfuckers.
Now I wanna send a shout-out to e-dog, the engineer,
Puttin his two cents in..
"this is los angeles."
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