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    "How To Survive In South Central" Lyrics

    Ice Cube

    Genre:Hip-Hop, Rap
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    "and now, the wonderous world of.."
    "hey, come to los angeles!
    You and your family can have peace and tranquility.
    Enjoy the refinement.."
    "hey bone, hey nigga where you at though? "
    "hello, my name is elaine --
    And I'll 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't 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're white you can trust the police
    But if you're black they ain't nothin but beasts
    Watch out for the kill
    Don't make a false move and keep your hands on the steering wheel
    And don't get smart
    Answer all questions, and that's your first lesson
    On stayin alive
    In south central, yeah, that's 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 have your camcorder ready
    To witness the extracurricular activities on blacks by the police,
    So you and your family can enjoy this tape, over and 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 ain't nuttin but a trap
    And females'll get jacked and kidnapped
    You'll 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're nuttin but a mark
    Make sure that you're in before dark
    But if you need some affection mate
    Make sure the bitch ain't a section eight
    Cause if so that's a monkey-wrench hoe
    And you won't survive in south central

    "now you realize it's not all that it's cracked up to be.
    You realize that it's fucked up!
    It ain't nothin like the shit you saw on tv.
    Palm trees and blonde bitches?
    I'd advise to you to pack your shit and get the fuck on;
    Punk motherfucker!"

    And you need your ass straight smoked
    Yo I wanna say whassup to dj chilly chill
    Sir jinx, aiyyo cube these motherfuckers don't know what time it is
    So show these motherfuckers what's happenin
    Tell these motherfuckers, don't fuck around in south central
    God damnit!

    [ice cube]
    Rule number three: don't get caught up
    Cause niggaz are doing anything that's thought up
    And they got a vice
    On everything from dope, to stolen merchandise
    We discern
    Cause south central l.a., is one big yearn
    Waitin for a brother like you to catch a disease
    And start slangin ki's
    To an undercover or the wrong brother
    And they'll smother, a out of town motherfucker
    So don't take your life for granted
    Cause it's 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's the youngsters puttin in the most work
    So be alert and stay calm
    As you enter, the concrete vietnam
    You say, the strong survive
    Shit, the strong even die, in south central

    Yeah 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 is. south central ain't no joke.
    Got to keep your gat at all times motherfuckers.
    Better keep one in the chamber and nine in the clip God damnit.
    You'll sho' get got, just like that.
    This ain't no joke motherfuckers.
    Now I wanna send a shout-out to e-dog, the engineer,
    Puttin his two cents in..

    "this is los angeles."
    This song was last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by O'shea Jackson, Larry Troutman, Roger Troutman, George Clinton, Donna Lynn Clinton, Ronald Dunbar, Escalante Wynn Philippe, George Jr Clinton, Garry Shider, Donnie Ray Sterling, David Spradley.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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