How To Survive In South Central

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? [Incomprehensible] Hello, my name is Elaine And I'll be your tour guide through South Central Los Angeles 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, at a rap crook Rule number one, get yourself a gun A nine in your a*s'll be fine Keep it in your glove compartment 'Cause jackers they love to start shit 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 Hi this is Elaine again Are you enjoying your stay in South Central Los Angeles Or is somebody taking 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 Rule number two, don't trust nobody Especially a bitch, with a hooker's body 'Cause it ain't nuttin' 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 niggaz get got In either L.A., Compton or Watts Pissed-off black human beings So I think you better skip the sight-seeing And if you're nuttin' but a mark Make sure that you're in before dark But if you need some affection mate Make sure the bitch ain't a section eight 'Cause if so that's a monkey-wrench hoe And 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 f**ked 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 f**k on Punk motherf**ker And you need your a*s straight smoked Yo I wanna say wha*sup to DJ Chilly Chill Sir Jinx, aiyyo Cube these motherf**kers, don't know what time it is So show these motherf**kers what's happenin' Tell these motherf**kers, don't f**k around in South Central Goddamnit! Rule number three, don't get caught up 'Cause niggaz aren't doing anything that's thought up And they got a vice On everything from dope, to stolen merchandise We discern 'Cause South Central L.A., is one big germ Waitin' for a brother like you to catch a disease And start slangin' keys To an undercover or the wrong brother And they'll smother, a out of town motherf**ker 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 Shit, the strong even die, in South Central Yeah you bitches, you think I forgot about your a*s You tramp-a*s hoes? You better watch out And for you so called baller-a*s niggaz You know what time it is, South Central ain't no joke Got to keep your gat at all times motherf**kers Better keep one in the chamber and nine in the clip goddamnit You'll sho' get got, just like that, this ain't no joke motherf**kers Now I wanna send a shout-out to E-Dog, The Engineer Puttin' his two cents in This is Los Angeles