"and now, the wonderous world of.."
"hey, come to los angeles!
You & your family can have peace & tranquility.
Enjoy the refinement.."
"hey bone, hey nigga where you at though? "
"hello, my name is elaine --
And I will 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 can not 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 ass´ll be fine
Keep it in your glove comparment
Cause jackers (yo) they love to start shit
Now if you are white you can trust the police
But if you are black they aint nothin but beasts
Watch out for the kill
Don´t make a false move & keep your hands on the steering wheel
And don´t get smart
Answer all questions, & that is your 1st lesson
On stayin alive
In south central, yea, that is 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´ve your camcorder ready
To witness the extracurricular activities on blacks by the police,
So you & your family can enjoy this tape, over & over again."
"this is los angeles." "this is los angeles."
[ice cube]
Rule number two: don´t trust nobody
Especially a bitch, with a hooker´s body
Cause it aint nuttin but a trap
And females´ll get jacked & kidnapped
You will wind up dead
Just to be safe don´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 you are nuttin but a mark
Make sure that you are in before dark
But if you need some affection mate
Make sure the bitch aint a section eight
Cause if so that is a monkey-wrench hoe
And you will not survive in south central
"now you realize it isn´t all that it is cracked up to be.
You realize that it is f*cked up!
It aint nothin like the shit you saw on tv.
Palm trees & blonde bitches?
I would advise to you to pack your shit & get the f*ck on;
Punk motherf*cker!"
And you need your ass straight smoked
Yo I want to say whassup to dj chilly chill
Sir jinx, aiyyo cube these motherf*ckers don´t know what time it´s
So show these motherf*ckers what´s happenin
Tell these motherf*ckers, don´t f*ck around in south central
God damnit!
[ice cube]
Rule number three: don´t get caught up
Cause niggaz are doing anything that is thought up
And they got a vice
On everything from dope, to stolen merchandise
We discern
Cause south central l.a., is one big yeahrn
Waitin for a brother like you to catch a disease
And start slangin ki´s
To an undercover or the wrong brother
And they will smother, a out of town motherf*cker
So don´t take your life for granted
Cause it is the craziest place on the planet
In l.a. heroes don´t fly through the sky of stars
They live behind bars
So everybody´s doin a little dirt
And it is the youngsters puttin in the most work
So be alert & stay calm
As you enter, the concrete vietnam
You say, the strong survive
Shit, the strong even die, in south central
Yea 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´s. south central aint no joke.
Got to keep your gat at all times motherf*ckers.
Better keep one in the chamber & nine in the clip God damnit.
You will sho´ get got, just like that.
This aint no joke motherf*ckers.
Now I want to send a shout-out to e-dog, the engineer,
Puttin his two cents in..
"this is los angeles."
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