From Boyz N The Hood Soundtrack.



"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?"

"Hello, my name is Elaine --

and I'll be your tour guide through South Central Los Angeles"



[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 shit in a handbook

Take a close look, at a rap crook

Rule number one: get yourself a gun

A nine in your ass'll be fine

Keep it in your glove comparment

cause 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 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 witneesed a driveby?

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."



[Ice Cube]

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 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 fucked 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 fuck on;

punk motherfucker!"



And you need your ass straight smoked

Yo I wanna say whassup to DJ Chilly Chill

Sir Jinx, aiyyo Cube these motherfuckers don't know what time it is

So show these motherfuckers what's happenin

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

God damnit!



[Ice Cube]

Rule number three: don't get caught up

Cause niggaz are 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 yearn

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 motherfucker

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 ass,

you tramp-ass hoes? You better watch out.

And for you so called baller-ass niggaz,

you know what time it is. South Central ain't no joke.

Got to keep your gat at all times motherfuckers.

Better keep one in the chamber and nine in the clip god damnit.

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..



"This is Los Angeles