My Summer Vacation歌词

歌曲名:My Summer Vacation  歌手:Ice Cube  所属专辑:《Death Certificate (25th Anniversary Edition)》

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My Summer Vacation歌词

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)

My Summer VacationLRC歌词

[00:00.000] 作曲 : George Clinton/David L. Spradley/O'Shea Jackson/Garry Marshall Shider
[00:00.370][Airline attendant]
[00:00.770]This is the final boarding call for flight 1259 departing from Los Angeles.
[00:05.640]Final destination to St. Louis. Thank you
[00:07.570][Ice Cube]
[00:09.390]Damn G, the spot's gettin hot
[00:11.480]So how the **** am I supposed to make a knot?
[00:14.220]Police looking at ****** through a microscope
[00:16.520]In L.A. everybody and they momma sell ****
[00:19.470]They trying to stop it
[00:20.890]So what the **** can I do to make a profit?
[00:23.730]Catch a flight to St. Louis
[00:25.540]That's cool, cause nobody knew us
[00:28.580]We stepped off the plane
[00:30.330]Four gang bangers, professional crack slangers
[00:32.940]Rented a car at wholesale
[00:34.980]Drove to the ghetto, and checked in a motel
[00:37.640]Unpacked and I grab the three-eighty
[00:39.910]Cause where we stayin, ****** look shady
[00:42.320]But they can't fade South Central
[00:44.480]Cause bustin a cap is fundamental
[00:47.360]Checkin out every block close
[00:49.560]Seein which one will clock the most
[00:51.670]Yeah this is the one no doubt
[00:53.560]Bust a U, Bone, and let's clear these ****** out
[00:56.310]Ay ay man, whassup *****?
[00:57.810]Yo, well this Lench Mob *****!
[01:00.540][Verse 2: Ice Cube]
[01:01.550]Now clearin em out meant casualties
[01:03.550]Still had the L.A. mentality
[01:05.900]Bust a cap, and out of there in a hurry
[01:08.200]Wouldn't you know, a driveby in Missouri
[01:10.720]Them fools got popped
[01:12.420]Took their corner next day, set up shop
[01:15.280]And it's better than slangin in the Valley
[01:17.290]Triple the profit makin more than I did in Cali
[01:20.220]Breakin off rocks like Barney Rubble
[01:22.230]Cause them mark-ass ****** don't want trouble
[01:24.590]And we ain't on edge when we do work
[01:26.650]Police don't recognize the khakis and the sweatshirts
[01:29.180]Getting ******* and they can't stand a
[01:31.290]Nineteen-ninety-one Tony Montana
[01:33.690]Now the ****'s like a war
[01:35.690]Of gang violence, where it was never seen before
[01:38.640]Punks run when the gat bust
[01:40.540]Four Jheri curl ****** kickin up dust
[01:42.740]And some of them are even lookin up to us
[01:45.180]Wearing our colors and talkin that gang fuss
[01:48.030]Giving up much love
[01:49.930]Dyin for a street, that they never heard of
[01:52.290]But other ************* want to stand strong
[01:55.050]So you know the phrase, once again it's on
[01:57.290][TV announcer]
[01:58.080]Top of the news tonight, gangs from South Central,
[02:00.620]Los Angeles which are known for
[02:03.560]their drive-by shootings have migrated into East St. Louis,
[02:05.170]leaving three dead and two others injured.
[02:07.670]No arrests have been made.
[02:09.030]Police say this is a nationwide trend,
[02:10.970]with similar incidents occurring in Texas, Michigan, and Oklahoma
[02:14.510]("If it can happen here, it can happen anywhere!")
[02:15.990][Ice Cube]
[02:16.280](BOOM) My homie got shot he's a goner, black
[02:18.930]St. Louis ****** want they corner back
[02:21.180]Shooting in snowy weather
[02:22.940]It's illegal business, ****** still can't stick together
[02:25.950]****** police got the 4-1-1
[02:28.050]That L.A. ain't all, surf and sun
[02:30.520]But we ain't thinkin, bout the boys
[02:32.420]Feudin, like the Hatfields and McCoys
[02:35.030]Now the ****'s gettin tricky
[02:36.790]Cause now they lookin for the colors and the ****ies
[02:39.310]Damn, the spot's gettin hot from the battle
[02:41.690]About to pack up and start slangin in Seattle
[02:44.360]But the NARCs, raid about six in the morning
[02:47.080]Try to catch a ***** when he's yawnin
[02:48.750]Put his Glock to my chest as I pause
[02:51.200]Went to jail in my ************ drawers
[02:53.400]Tryin to give me, fifty-seven years
[02:55.660]Face'll be full of those tattooed tears
[02:57.910]It's the same old story and the same old ***** stuck
[03:00.370]And the public defender ain't givin a ****
[03:03.160]The fool must be sparkin
[03:04.960]Talkin about a double life plea bargain
[03:07.370]You got to deal with the Crips and Bloods by hand, G
[03:10.880]Plus the Black Guerilla family
[03:12.440]And the white pride don't like no side
[03:14.660]And it's a riot if anyone of us die
[03:17.570]No parole or probation
[03:19.070]Now this is a young man's summer vacation
[03:21.730]No chance for rehabilitation
[03:23.840]Cause look at the ************ years that I'm facin
[03:26.270]I'mma end it like this cause you know what's up
[03:28.990]My life is ******
[03:30.240][Man and (Police)]:
[03:32.600]Police, eat a **** straight up
[03:34.490](Look here you goddamn *****, you're not gafflin nobody
[03:38.160]You ******' understand me? [Kick his ass, put him down]
[03:40.230]That's right, get down on the goddamn ground NOWWWW!
[03:42.840]****** move, NOWWW! [Let me take a shot at him])
[03:46.310](We're gonna do you like "King")
[03:48.200]What goddamn "King"?
[03:48.610](Rodney King, Martin Luther King, and all the goddamn Kings from Africa.)
[03:52.260]Man 2: Look out, ************
[03:52.760](Gunshots followed by thuds and unresponsive police radio)