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Ice Cube
24 MC Hours
A Bird In The Hand
A Gangsta\'s Fairytale
Alive On Arrival
AmeriKKKa\'s Most Wanted
Ask About Me
Black Korea
Can You Bounce
Cash Over
Cave Bitch
Colorblind
Dead Homiez
Dirty Mack
Doing Dumb Shit
Don\'t Trust \'em
Down For Whatever
Enemy
Extradition
Gangsta Fairytale 2
Get Off My Dick And Tell Yo Bitch To Come Here
Get Off My Dick And Tell Yo Bitch To Come Here (Remix)
Ghetto Bird
Ghetto Vet
Givin\' Up The Nappy Dug Out
Gotta Be Insanity
Greed
Heaven
Horny Little Devil
I Wanna Kill Sam
If I Was Fucking You
It Was A Good Day
Jackin For Beats
Lil Ass Gee
Look Who\'s Burnin\'
Make It Ruff
Make It Ruff, Make It Smooth
Mans Best Friend
Man\'s Best Friend
My Summer Vacation
No Vaseline
Now I Gotta Wet\'Cha
Once Upon A Time In The Projects
Once Upon A Time In The Projects 2
Penitentiary
Really Doe
Record Company Pimpin\'
Roll All Day
Rollin\' Wit The Lench Mob
Say Hi To The Bad Guy
Steady Mobbin
Supreme Hustle
The Bomb
The Nigga Of The Century
The Nigga Ya Love To Hate
The Predator
The Product
The Shot (Intro)
The Wrong Nigga To Fuck With
Three Strikes You In
True To The Game
Turn Off The Radio
Us
Waitin\' Ta Hate
War & Peace
We Had To Tear This Muthafucka Up
What Can I Do
What Can I Do?
What They Hittin\' Foe?
When Will They Shoot?
Who Got The Camera?
Who\'s The Mack?
Wicked
X-Bitches
You Can\'t Fade Me
You Know How We Do It

My Summer Vacation lyrics mp3 by 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 motherfuckers 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 driveby 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 occuring in Texas, Michigan, and Oklahoma
(female voice repeating in background:
"If it can happen here, it can happen anywhere")

[Ice Cube]
BOOM, my homie got shot he\'s a goner black
St. Louis niggaz want they corner back
Shooting in snowy weather
It\'s illegal business, niggaz still can\'t stick together
Fuckin police got the four-one-one
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 shit\'s gettin tricky
Cause now they lookin for the colors and the khakis
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 nigga while he\'s yawnin
Put his glock to my chest as I paused
Went to jail in my motherfuckin 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 nigga stuck
And the public defender ain\'t givin a fuck
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 Northside
And it\'s a riot if any more niggaz die
No parole or probation
Now this is a young man\'s summer vacation
No chance for rehabilitation
Cause look at the motherfuckin years that I\'m facin
I\'ma end it like this cause you know what\'s up
My life is fucked

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