Ice Cube. Lyrics Below. [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 LA 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 LA 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 ...
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