My Summer Vacation - Ice Cube

[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 fuck am I supposed to make a knot? 
Police looking at niggaz through a microscope 
In L.A. everybody and they momma sell dope 
They trying to stop it 
So what the fuck 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, niggaz 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 niggaz out 

Ay ay man, whassup nigga? 
Yo, well this Lench Mob nigga! 
*gun shots* 

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 niggaz don't want trouble 
And we ain't on edge when we do work 
Police don't recognize the khakis and the sweatshirts 
Getting bitches and they can't stand a 
Nineteen-ninety-one Tony Montana 
Now the shit's like a war 
of gang violence, where it was never seen before 
Punks whirl when the gat bust 
Four jheri curl niggaz 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 ain't even heard of 
But other motherfucke