How To Survive In South Central Letra

"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 fundamentalNo, you can't find the shit in a handbookTake a close look, at a rap crookRule number one: get yourself a gunA nine in your ass'll be fineKeep it in your glove comparmentcause jackers (yo) they love to start shitNow if you're white you can trust the policebut if you're black they ain't nothin but beastsWatch out for the killDon't make a false move and keep your hands on the steering wheeland don't get smartAnswer all questions, and that's your first lessonon stayin aliveIn 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 readyto 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 nobodyespecially a bitch, with a hooker's bodycause it ain't nuttin but a trapAnd females'll get jacked and kidnappedYou'll wind up deadJust to be safe don't wear no blue or redcause most niggaz get gotin either L.A., Compton or WattsPissed-off black human beingsSo I think you better skip the sight-seeingAnd if you're nuttin but a markmake sure that you're in before darkBut if you need some affection mateMake sure the bitch ain't a section eightcause if so that's a monkey-wrench hoeand 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 smokedYo I wanna say whassup to DJ Chilly ChillSir Jinx, aiyyo Cube these motherfuckers don't know what time it isSo show these motherfuckers what' shappeninTell these motherfuckers, don't fuck around in South CentralGod damnit![Ice Cube]Rule number three: don't get caught upCause niggaz are doing anything that's thought upAnd they got a viceon everything from dope, to stolen merchandiseWe discerncause South Central L.A., is one big yearnWaitin for a brother like you to catch a diseaseand start slangin ki'sto an undercover or the wrong brotherAnd they'll smother, a out of town motherfuckerSo don't take your life for grantedcause it's the craziest place on the planetIn L.A. heroes don't fly through the sky of starsthey live behind barsSo everybody's doin a little dirtAnd it's the youngsters puttin in the most workSo be alert and stay calmas you enter, the concrete VietnamYou say, the strong surviveShit, the strong even die, in South CentralYeah 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."