How to Survive in South Central

(And now the wondrous world of)

(Hey, come to Los Angels)

(Where you and your family can have peace and tranquility)

(Enjoy the refinement)

(Hey bone, hey **** where you at though?)

(Hello, my name is Elaine)

(And I'll be your tour guide through south central Los Angels)

How to survive in south central

A place where bustin' a cap is fundamental

No, you can't find the shit in a handbook

Take a close look a rap crook

Rule number one, get yourself a gun

A 9 in your ass will be fine

Keep it in your glove compartment 'cause jackers they love to start shit

And if you're white you can trust the police

But if you're black there ain't nothing but beef

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 statin' alive in south central, yeah, that's how you survive

(Hello, this is Elaine again)

(Are you enjoying your stay in south central Los angels?)

(Or has somebody taken your things?)

(Have you witnessed a drive-by?)

(Okay, make sure you have your camcorder ready)

(Due to 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 bitch with a hookers body

'Cause it ain't nothing but a trap

And females will get you jacked and kidnapped

You'll wind up dead, just to be safe don't wear no blue or red

'Cause those most **** get got

In either L.A., Compton, or Watts

Pissed off black human being

Though better skip the sight seeing

And if you're nothing but a mark

Make sure you're in before dark

But if you need some affection man

Make sure the bitch ain't a section eight

'Cause if so thats a monkey wrench ho

And you don't survive in South Central

(Now you know why it's not all it's cracked up to be)

(You realized that's it's fucked up)

(I mean nothing like the shit you saw on T.V.)

(Palm trees and blonde bitches)

(So I advise you to pack your shit and get the fuck on)

(Punk motherfucker)

Hey you get your ass straight smoked

Yo, I wanna say that's up to DJ Chilly Chill, Sir Jinx

Ay yo, these motherfuckers know what time it is

So show these motherfuckers what's happin'

Tell these motherfuckers, don't fuck around in South Central

Rule number three, don't get caught up

'Cause **** ain't doing that's thought up

And they got a price, on everything from dope to stolen merchandise

We discern that south central L.A. is one big germ

Wait for a brother like you to catch the disease

And start slangin' ki's

To an undercover with a wrong brother

And they'll smother outta town motherfuckers

So don't take your life for granted

'Cause it's the craziest place on the planet

In L.A. heroes don't fly through the sky of stars

They live behind bars

So everybody's doing a little dirt

And it's the young stuff puttin' in the most work

So be alert, stay calm

And you enter the concert Vietnam

You say they strong survive

Shit, the strong even die in South Central

Yeah, you bitches think I forget about your ass, trap ass hoes

You better watch out

And for you so called baller-ass ****

You know what time it is

South central ain't no joke

Better keep your gat all the times, motherfuckers

You gotta keep one in the chamber and nine in the clip, goddamn it

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