How to Survive in South Central Songtext
von Ice Cube

And now, the wondrous world of...
Hey, from Los Angeles, so you and your family can have
Peace and tranquility enjoying the fine beaches of...
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, man, check this out
You gotta hear this
Man, this is some real mother shit
Hello
My name is Elaine and I′ll be your tour
Guide through South Central Los Angeles
How to survive in South Central
What you do?
A place where bustin' a cap is fundamental
No, you can′t find this shit in a handbook
Take a close look at a rap crook
Rule number one, get yourself a gun, a nine in your ass would be fine
Keep it in your glove compartment because jackers...
Yo, they love to start shit
Now, if you're white, you can trust the police


But if you're Black, they ain′t nothing 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 staying alive in South Central
Yeah
Yeah
That's how you survive
Hi, Jason and Nikki
Are you enjoying your stay in South Central Los Angeles?
Yeah
Or has somebody taken your things?
Have you witnessed a drive-by?
Okay
Make sure you have your camcorder ready because it is
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
Because 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 because
Most niggas get got in either LA, Compton or Watts
Pissed off Black human beings
So I think you better skip the sightseeing
And if you′re nothing 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 8 because if so, that′s a monkey wrench hoe
And you won't survive in South Central
Now, you realize it′s not all the way it's cracked up to be
Yeah
You realize that it′s fucked up
It ain't nothing like the shit you saw on TV
Word
Palm trees and blond bitches
I advise you to pack your shit and get the fuck on
Yeah
Get the fuck on, you motherfucking bitch
Yeah
Listen, because you get your ass straight smoked
Yo, I want to say what's up to DJ Chilly Chill, Sir Jig
Hey, yo, Q, these motherfuckers know what time it
Is, so show these motherfuckers what′s happening
Tell these motherfuckers don′t fuck around in South Central
Goddammit
Rule number three, don't get caught up because
Niggas are doing anything that′s thought up
And they got a vice on everything from dope to stolen
Merchandise, weed to sherm, 'cause South Central LA is one
Big germ waiting for a brother like you to catch a disease
And start slanging keys to an undercover or the wrong brother
And they′ll smother an out-of-town motherfucker
So don't take your life for grants because
It′s the craziest place on the planet
In LA, heroes don't fly through the
Sky as stars, they live behind bars
So everybody's doing a little dirt
And it′s the youngsters putting in the most work
So be alert and stay kind as you enter the concrete Vietnam
You say the strong survive
Shit, the strong even die in South Central
Yeah, you bitch ass nigga, I forgot about your ass
You trap ass hoe
You better watch out
And for you so-called brother ass niggas, you know what time it is
South Central ain′t no joke
You better keep your gat all the time, motherfucker
You better keep one in the chamber and nine in the clip, goddammit
You'll sure get got just like that
This ain′t no joke, motherfucker
And I want to send a shout out to E Dog
The engineer putting this juice in his beats
And this is our song
This is Los Angeles