My Summer Vacation lyrics

by

Eazy-E


[Intro]
This is the final boarding call for flight 1259 departing from Los Angeles
On destination to St. Louis, thank you

[Verse 1]
Damn, G, the spot's gettin' hot
So how the f*ck am I supposed to make a knot?
Police looking at n*ggas through a microscope
In L.A. everybody and they mama sell dope
They trying to stop it
So what the f*ck 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', n*ggas look shady
But they can't fade South Central
'Cause bustin' a cap is fundamental
Peepin' 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 n*ggas out
[Interlude]
Ayy, ayy, man, wassup, n*gga?
Yo, well, this Lench Mob, n*gga

[Verse 2]
Now clearin' 'em 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 they 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 n*ggas don't want trouble
And we ain't on edge when we do work
Police don't recognize the khakis and the sweatshirts
Gettin' b*tches and they can't stand a
1991 Tony Montana
Now the sh*t's like a war
Of gang violence, where it was never seen before
Punks run when the gat bust
Four Jheri curl n*ggas kickin' up dust
And some of them are even lookin' up to us
Wearing our colors and talkin' that gang fuss
Givin' up much love
Dyin' for a street that they never heard of
But other motherf*ckers wanna stand strong
So you know the phrase, once again it's on
[Interlude]
At the top of the news tonight, gangs 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 nationwide trend
With similar incidents occurring in Texas, Michigan, and Oklahoma

[Verse 3]
Boom, my homie got shot, he's a goner, black
St. Louis n*ggas want they corner back
Shootin' in snowy weather
It's illegal business, n*ggas still can't stick together
f*ckin' police got the 4-1-1
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 sh*t's gettin' tricky
'Cause now they lookin' for the colors and the di*kies
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 mornin'
Try to catch a n*gga when he's yawnin'
Put his Glock to my chest as I pause
Went to jail in my motherf*ckin' drawers
Tryna give me fifty-seven years
Face'll be full of those tattooed tears
It's the same old story and the same old n*gga stuck
And the public defender ain't givin' a f*ck
The fool must be sparkin'
Talkin' about a double life plea bargain
You got to deal with the Crips and the Bloods by hand, G
Plus the Black Guerilla family
And the white pride don't like no side
And it's a riot if any one of us die
No parole or probation
Now this is a young man's summer vacation
No chance for rehabilitation
'Cause look at the motherf*ckin' years that I'm facin'
I'ma end it like this 'cause you know what's up
My life is f*cked
[Outro]
Come on, G
Police, eat a di*k, straight up
Look here, you lil' goddamn n*gga, you're not gafflin' nobody
You f*ckin' understand me? (Kick his ass, put him down)
That's right, get down on the goddamn ground now
f*ckin' move, now (Let me take a shot at him, let me take a shot him)
We're gonna do you like King
What goddamn King?
Rodney King, Martin Luther King, and all the goddamn Kings from Africa
Look out, motherf*cker
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