Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ice Cube
Ice Cube
Vocals
George Clinton
George Clinton
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Garry Marshall Shider
Garry Marshall Shider
Songwriter
David L. Spradley
David L. Spradley
Songwriter
O'Shea Jackson
O'Shea Jackson
Songwriter
George Clinton, Jr.
George Clinton, Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ice Cube
Ice Cube
Producer
Mr. Stoker
Mr. Stoker
Recording Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Boogiemen
Boogiemen
Producer
DJ Pooh
DJ Pooh
Mixing Engineer
Sir Jinx
Sir Jinx
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
This is the final boarding call for flight twelve fifty nine
Departing from Los Angeles
Destination to St. Louis, thank you
[Verse 2]
Damn G, the spot's getting hot
So how the fuck am I supposed to make a knot?
Police looking at **** through a microscope
In LA, everybody and they momma sell dope
They tryna stop it
So what the fuck can I do to make a profit?
Catch a flight to St. Louis
That's cool, 'cause nobody knows me
We stepped off the plane
Four gang bangers, professional crack slingers
Rented a car at wholesale
Drove to the ghetto and checked in a motel
Unpacked then I grabbed a .380
'Cause where we staying, **** look shady
But they can't fade South Central
'Cause busting a cap is fundamental
Checkin' out every block close
Seeing which one will clock the most
Yeah, this is the one no doubt
Bust a U Bone, and let's clear these **** out
[Verse 3]
Aye, aye man, what's up ****?
Well it's Lench Mob ****
[Verse 4]
Now clearing '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 drive-by in Missouri
Them fools got popped
Took they corner next day, set up shop
And it's better than slanging in the Valley
Tripled our profit, making more than I did in Cali
Breaking off rocks like Barney Rubble
'Cause them Mark-ass **** 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
1991 Tony Montana
Now the shit's like a war
Of gang violence, where it was never seen before
Punks run when the gat bust
Four Jheri Curl **** kicking up dust
And some of them are even looking up to us
Wearing our colors and talking that gang fuck
Giving up much love
Dying for a street that they ain't never heard of
But other motherfuckers wanna stand strong
So you know the phrase, once again it's on
[Verse 5]
At the top of the news tonight
A gang from south central Los Angeles
Which are known for their drive-by shootings
Have migrated into East St. Louis
Leaving three dead and two others injured
No arrests have been made
Police say this is a nation wide trend
With similar incidents occurring in Texas, Michigan and Oklahoma
[Verse 6]
My homie got shot, he's a goner, black
St. Louis **** want they corner back
Shooting in snowy white
It's illegal business, **** 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 thinking about the boys
Feuding, like the Hartfields and McCoys
Now the shit's getting tricky
'Cause now they looking for the colors and the Dickies
Damn, the spot's getting hot from the battle
About to pack up and start slinging in Seattle
But the NARCs, raid about six in the morning
Tryna catch a **** while he's yawning
Put his Glock to my chest as I paused
Went to jail in my motherfuckin' drawers
Tryna give me fifty seven years
Face will be full of those tattooed tears
It's the same old story and the same old **** stuck
And the public defender ain't give a fuck
The fool must be sparkin'
Talking about a double life plea bargain
You got to deal with the crip's and the blood's by hand, G
Plus the Black Gorilla Family
And the white pride don't like no side
And it's a riot if anyone of us dies
No parole or probation
Now this is a young man's summer vacation
No chance for rehabilitation
'Cause look at the motherfuckin' years I'm facing
I'ma end it like this 'cause you know what's up
My life is fucked
Written by: David L. Spradley, Garry Marshall Shider, George Clinton, George Clinton Jr., O'Shea Jackson
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