How To Survive In South Central (Explicit) - Ice Cube (冰块酷八)
Composed by：Roger Troutman/Larry Troutman/Ice Cube
And now the wonderous world of
Hey come to Los Angeles
Where you and your family can have peace and tranquility
Enjoy the refinement
Hey bone hey n***a where you at though
Hello my name is Elaine
And I'll be your tour guide through South Central Los Angeles
How to survive in South Central what you do
A place where bustin a cap is fundamental
No you can't find the s**t 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 compartment
'Cause jackers yo they love to start s**t
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 has somebody taken your things
Have you witnessed 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
Rule number two don't trust nobody
Especially a b***h with a hooker's body
'Cause it ain't nuttin but a trap
And females'll get you jacked and kidnapped
You'll wind up dead
Just to be safe don't wear no blue or red
'Cause most n***as get got
In either LA 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 b***h ain't a Section 8
'Cause if so that's a monkey-wrench ho
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 f**ked up
It ain't nothin' like the s**t you saw on TV
Palm trees and blonde b***hes
I'd advise to you to pack your s**t
And get the f**k on punk motherf**ker
And you'll get your a*s straight smoked
Yo I wanna say whassup to DJ Chilly Chill Sir Jinx
Aiy'yo Cube these motherf**kers don't know what time it is
So show these motherf**kers what's happenin'
Tell these motherf**kers don't f**k around in South Central
God dammit
Rule number three don't get caught up
'Cause n***as are doing anything that's thought up
And they got a price
On everything from d**e to stolen merchandise
W**d to sherm
'Cause South Central LA is one big germ
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 motherf**ker
So don't take your life for granted
'Cause it's the craziest place on the planet
In LA 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
S**t the strong even die in South Central
Yeah you b***hes you think I forgot about
Your a*s you tramp-ass hoes
You better watch out
And for you so called baller-ass n***as
You know what time it is
South Central ain't no joke
Got to keep your gat at all times motherf**kers
Better keep one in the chamber
And nine in the clip God dammit
You'll sho' get got just like that
This ain't no joke motherf**kers
Now I wanna send a shout-out to E-Dog the engineer
Puttin' his two cents in
