| Song | My Summer Vacation |
| Artist | Ice Cube |
| Album | Ice Cube's Greatest Hits (Explicit) |
| 作词 : Ice Cube | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : Ice Cube | |
| 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 threeeighty | |
| 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 markass 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 | |
| Nineteenninetyone 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 fouroneone | |
| 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, fiftyseven 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 |