歌手:Ice Cube
专辑:《Death Certificate (25th Anniversary Edition)》

作曲 : George Clinton/David L. Spradley/O'Shea Jackson/Garry Marshall Shider
[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 **** am I supposed to make a knot?
Police looking at ****** through a microscope
In L.A. everybody and they momma sell ****
They trying to stop it
So what the **** 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, ****** 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 ****** out
Ay ay man, whassup *****?
Yo, well this Lench Mob *****!
[Verse 2: Ice Cube]
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 ****** don't want trouble
And we ain't on edge when we do work
Police don't recognize the khakis and the sweatshirts
Getting ******* and they can't stand a
Nineteen-ninety-one Tony Montana
Now the ****'s like a war
Of gang violence, where it was never seen before
Punks run when the gat bust
Four Jheri curl ****** 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 never heard of
But other ************* 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 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
("If it can happen here, it can happen anywhere!")
[Ice Cube]
(BOOM) My homie got shot he's a goner, black
St. Louis ****** want they corner back
Shooting in snowy weather
It's illegal business, ****** still can't stick together
****** 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 ****'s gettin tricky
Cause now they lookin for the colors and the ****ies
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 ***** when he's yawnin
Put his Glock to my chest as I pause
Went to jail in my ************ 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 ***** stuck
And the public defender ain't givin a ****
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 no side
And it's a riot if anyone of us die
No parole or probation
Now this is a young man's summer vacation
No chance for rehabilitation
Cause look at the ************ years that I'm facin
I'mma end it like this cause you know what's up
My life is ******
[Man and (Police)]:
Police, eat a **** straight up
(Look here you goddamn *****, you're not gafflin nobody
You ******' understand me? [Kick his ass, put him down]
That's right, get down on the goddamn ground NOWWWW!
****** move, NOWWW! [Let me take a shot at him])
(We're gonna do you like "King")
What goddamn "King"?
(Rodney King, Martin Luther King, and all the goddamn Kings from Africa.)
Man 2: Look out, ************
(Gunshots followed by thuds and unresponsive police radio)