How To Survive In South Central lyrics

[Intro]
And now, the wonderous world of..
Hey, come to Los Angeles!
Where you and your family can have peace and tranquility
Enjoy the refinement..
Hey Bone, hey n*gga where you at though?
Hello, my name is Elaine
And I'll be your tour guide through South Central Los Angeles

[Verse 1: Ice Cube]
How to survive in South Central (What you do?)
A place where bustin' a cap is fundamental
No, you can't find the sh*t in a handbook
Take a close look, at a rap crook
Rule number one: get yourself a gun
A 9 and your ass'll be fine
Keep it in your glove compartment
'Cause jackers (Yo), they love to start sh*t
Now if you're white you can trust the police
But if you're Black, they ain't nothin but beasts
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 stayin' alive
In South Central, yeah, that's how you survive
[Break]
Hi, this is Elaine again
Are you enjoying your stay in South Central Los Angeles?
Or has somebody taken your things?
Have you witnessed a drive-by?
Okay, make sure you have your camcorder ready
To 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

[Verse 2: Ice Cube]
Rule number two: don't trust nobody
Especially a b*tch with a hooker's body
'Cause it ain't nothin' but a trap
And females'll get you jacked and kidnapped
You'll wind up dead
Just to be safe don't wear no blue or red
'Cause most n*ggas get got
In either L.A., Compton or Watts
p*ssed off Black human beings
So I think you better skip the sightseeing
And if you're nothin' but a mark
Make sure that you're in before dark
But if you need some affection, mate
Make sure the b*tch ain't a Section 8
'Cause if so that's a monkey-wrench ho
And you won't survive in South Central
[Break]
Now you realize it's not all that it's cracked up to be
You realize that it's f*cked up!
It ain't nothin' like the sh*t you saw on TV
Palm trees and blonde b*tches?
I'd advise to you to pack your sh*t and get the f*ck on, punk motherf*cker!
And you'll get your ass straight smoked
Yo, I wanna say what's up to DJ Chilly Chill, Sir Jinx
Ayo Cube, these motherf*ckers don't know what time it is
So show these motherf*ckers what's happenin'
Tell these motherf*ckers, don't f*ck around in South Central
Goddammit!

[Verse 3: Ice Cube]
Rule number three: don't get caught up
'Cause n*ggas are doing anything that's thought up
And they got a price
On everything from dope to stolen merchandise
Weed to sherm
'Cause South Central L.A. is one big germ
Waitin' for a brother like you to catch a disease
And start slangin' ki's
To an undercover or the wrong brother
And they'll smother, a out of town motherf*cker
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 doin' a little dirt
And it's the youngsters puttin' in the most work
So be alert and stay calm
As you enter the concrete Vietnam
You say the strong survive
sh*t, the strong even die in South Central
[Outro]
Yeah, you b*tches, you think I forgot about your ass you tramp-ass hoes?
You better watch out
And for you so called baller-ass n*ggas, you know what time it is
South Central ain't no joke
Got to keep your gat at all times motherf*ckers
Better keep one in the chamber and nine in the clip goddammit
You'll sho' get got, just like that
This ain't no joke, motherf*ckers
Now I wanna send a shoutout to E-Dog, the engineer
Puttin' his two cents in

This is Los Angeles