My Summer Vacation Chords by Ice Cube
Tempo:
98.85 bpm
Chords used:
F#
D#
C#m
G
D#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C#m] This is Lionel Warding Park on I [N]-1289 departing from Los Angeles on destination to St.
Louis.
Thank you.
Damn G, this spot's getting hot.
So how the f*** am I supposed to make a night?
Police f***ing that n****s through a microscope.
In LA, everybody and they m******' themselves.
Dope, they tryna stop it.
So what the f*** can I do to make a [F#] profit?
Catch a flight to St.
Louis.
That's cool, cause nobody moves.
[N] We slipped off the plane.
Slow gang gangas, professional crack slayers.
Rented a car at wholesale.
Drove to the ghetto and checked in a motel.
Then I grabbed a 3A, cause we'll be staying.
N****s look shamed.
They can't face our socials, cause f***ing the cap is fundamental.
Keeping out every block close.
See on which road we'll clock the most.
Yeah, [D#] this is the one, no doubt.
F*** to you, bone, and let's clear these n****s out.
Hey man, [G] what's up n****?
We're listening, f*** n****s.
[C#m] Now [N] clearin' them out, make capital T.
Still have the LA mentality.
Bust a cap and out of there in a hurry.
When you need a drive-by and a sub, them [F#] fiends got problems.
They [N] caught a n****s today, set up shop.
And it's better than slanging in the valley.
Triple the profit, making more than I didn't count.
Working up blocks like bone rubber.
Cause them block-ass n****s don't want trouble.
And we ain't on edge when we do work.
The police [D#m] don't recognize [N] the khakis and the sweatshirts.
Getting bitches and they can't stand us.
1991, Tony Montana.
Now this s*** like a war, a gang violence.
Well, it was never seen before.
Punks grow when the gap bust.
Folks, Jericho n****s kicking up dust.
And some of them are even looking up to us.
Wearing our colors and talking that gang f***.
Giving up much love.
Crying for a street that they never heard of.
But other motherf***ers want to stay strong.
So you know, Fred, once again, it's us.
Top of the news tonight.
Gangs from South Central Los Angeles, which are known for their drive-by shootings,
have migrated into East St.
Louis, leaving three dead and two other injured.
No arrests have been made.
Police say this is a nationwide trend,
with similar incidents occurring in Texas, Michigan, and Oklahoma.
My homie got shot.
He's a goner, black.
St.
Louis n****s want their corner back.
Cheating in snowy weather.
It's illegal, b****.
N****s still can't stick together.
F*** the police.
Got the 411.
That LA ain't all surfing, son.
But we ain't thinking about the boys, still.
Like the Hatfields in McCoy.
Now this s*** getting tricky.
Cause now they looking for the colors and the d***.
Damn, this f*** getting hot from the bottom.
About to f*** up and start slinging in Seattle.
But the n****s wait about 6 in the morning.
Try to catch a n**** when he's yawning.
Put his clock to my chest as I pause.
With the gel in my motherf***ing drawers, trying to give me 57 gear.
F***ing face will be full of those tattoo tears.
It's the same old [D#] story and the same old n****s stuff.
And the f***ing defender ain't giving a f***.
[F#] The f*** must be spawning.
Talking about a double life, bleep [N] on this.
You got the door with the grips and the bars by hand, G.
Plus the right gorilla family.
And the white pride don't like my side.
And it's a ride if anyone needs God.
No parole or probation.
Now this is a young man's summer vacation.
No chance for rehabilitation.
Cause look at the motherf***ing years that I'm forced.
I'mma eat it like this cause you know what's up.
My life is f***ed.
Police, eat a d*** straight up.
Look here you little goddamn n****.
You're not gobbling [D#] nobody.
You f***ing understand me?
That's right.
Get down on the goddamn ground.
[C#] Now!
F***ing move now!
We're gonna do you like [N] King.
What goddamn King?
Rodney King, Martin Luther King and all the other goddamn kings in
Louis.
Thank you.
Damn G, this spot's getting hot.
So how the f*** am I supposed to make a night?
Police f***ing that n****s through a microscope.
In LA, everybody and they m******' themselves.
Dope, they tryna stop it.
So what the f*** can I do to make a [F#] profit?
Catch a flight to St.
Louis.
That's cool, cause nobody moves.
[N] We slipped off the plane.
Slow gang gangas, professional crack slayers.
Rented a car at wholesale.
Drove to the ghetto and checked in a motel.
Then I grabbed a 3A, cause we'll be staying.
N****s look shamed.
They can't face our socials, cause f***ing the cap is fundamental.
Keeping out every block close.
See on which road we'll clock the most.
Yeah, [D#] this is the one, no doubt.
F*** to you, bone, and let's clear these n****s out.
Hey man, [G] what's up n****?
We're listening, f*** n****s.
[C#m] Now [N] clearin' them out, make capital T.
Still have the LA mentality.
Bust a cap and out of there in a hurry.
When you need a drive-by and a sub, them [F#] fiends got problems.
They [N] caught a n****s today, set up shop.
And it's better than slanging in the valley.
Triple the profit, making more than I didn't count.
Working up blocks like bone rubber.
Cause them block-ass n****s don't want trouble.
And we ain't on edge when we do work.
The police [D#m] don't recognize [N] the khakis and the sweatshirts.
Getting bitches and they can't stand us.
1991, Tony Montana.
Now this s*** like a war, a gang violence.
Well, it was never seen before.
Punks grow when the gap bust.
Folks, Jericho n****s kicking up dust.
And some of them are even looking up to us.
Wearing our colors and talking that gang f***.
Giving up much love.
Crying for a street that they never heard of.
But other motherf***ers want to stay strong.
So you know, Fred, once again, it's us.
Top of the news tonight.
Gangs from South Central Los Angeles, which are known for their drive-by shootings,
have migrated into East St.
Louis, leaving three dead and two other injured.
No arrests have been made.
Police say this is a nationwide trend,
with similar incidents occurring in Texas, Michigan, and Oklahoma.
My homie got shot.
He's a goner, black.
St.
Louis n****s want their corner back.
Cheating in snowy weather.
It's illegal, b****.
N****s still can't stick together.
F*** the police.
Got the 411.
That LA ain't all surfing, son.
But we ain't thinking about the boys, still.
Like the Hatfields in McCoy.
Now this s*** getting tricky.
Cause now they looking for the colors and the d***.
Damn, this f*** getting hot from the bottom.
About to f*** up and start slinging in Seattle.
But the n****s wait about 6 in the morning.
Try to catch a n**** when he's yawning.
Put his clock to my chest as I pause.
With the gel in my motherf***ing drawers, trying to give me 57 gear.
F***ing face will be full of those tattoo tears.
It's the same old [D#] story and the same old n****s stuff.
And the f***ing defender ain't giving a f***.
[F#] The f*** must be spawning.
Talking about a double life, bleep [N] on this.
You got the door with the grips and the bars by hand, G.
Plus the right gorilla family.
And the white pride don't like my side.
And it's a ride if anyone needs God.
No parole or probation.
Now this is a young man's summer vacation.
No chance for rehabilitation.
Cause look at the motherf***ing years that I'm forced.
I'mma eat it like this cause you know what's up.
My life is f***ed.
Police, eat a d*** straight up.
Look here you little goddamn n****.
You're not gobbling [D#] nobody.
You f***ing understand me?
That's right.
Get down on the goddamn ground.
[C#] Now!
F***ing move now!
We're gonna do you like [N] King.
What goddamn King?
Rodney King, Martin Luther King and all the other goddamn kings in
Key:
F#
D#
C#m
G
D#m
F#
D#
C#m
_ _ [C#m] This is Lionel Warding Park on I [N]-1289 departing from Los Angeles on destination to St.
Louis.
Thank you. _
Damn G, this spot's getting hot.
So how the f*** am I supposed to make a night?
Police f***ing that n****s through a microscope.
In LA, everybody and they m******' themselves.
Dope, they tryna stop it.
So what the f*** can I do to make a [F#] profit?
Catch a flight to St.
Louis.
That's cool, cause nobody moves.
[N] We slipped off the plane.
Slow gang gangas, professional crack slayers.
Rented a car at wholesale.
Drove to the ghetto and checked in a motel.
Then I grabbed a 3A, cause we'll be staying.
N****s look shamed.
They can't face our socials, cause f***ing the cap is fundamental.
Keeping out every block close.
See on which road we'll clock the most.
Yeah, [D#] this is the one, no doubt.
F*** to you, bone, and let's clear these n****s out.
Hey man, [G] what's up n****?
We're listening, f*** n****s.
[C#m] _ Now [N] clearin' them out, make capital T.
Still have the LA mentality.
Bust a cap and out of there in a hurry.
When you need a drive-by and a sub, them [F#] fiends got problems.
They [N] caught a n****s today, set up shop.
And it's better than slanging in the valley.
Triple the profit, making more than I didn't count.
Working up blocks like bone rubber.
Cause them block-ass n****s don't want trouble.
And we ain't on edge when we do work.
The police [D#m] don't recognize [N] the khakis and the sweatshirts.
Getting bitches and they can't stand us.
1991, Tony Montana.
Now this s*** like a war, a gang violence.
Well, it was never seen before.
Punks grow when the gap bust.
Folks, Jericho n****s kicking up dust.
And some of them are even looking up to us.
Wearing our colors and talking that gang f***.
Giving up much love.
Crying for a street that they never heard of.
But other motherf***ers want to stay strong.
So you know, Fred, once again, it's us.
Top of the news tonight.
Gangs from South Central Los Angeles, which are known for their drive-by shootings,
have migrated into East St.
Louis, leaving three dead and two other injured.
No arrests have been made.
Police say this is a nationwide trend,
with similar incidents occurring in Texas, Michigan, and Oklahoma.
_ _ My homie got shot.
He's a goner, black.
St.
Louis n****s want their corner back.
Cheating in snowy weather.
It's illegal, b****.
N****s still can't stick together.
F*** the police.
Got the 411.
That LA ain't all surfing, son.
But we ain't thinking about the boys, still.
Like the Hatfields in McCoy.
Now this s*** getting tricky.
Cause now they looking for the colors and the d***.
Damn, this f*** getting hot from the bottom.
About to f*** up and start slinging in Seattle.
But the n****s wait about 6 in the morning.
Try to catch a n**** when he's yawning.
Put his clock to my chest as I pause.
With the gel in my motherf***ing drawers, trying to give me 57 gear.
F***ing face will be full of those tattoo tears.
It's the same old [D#] story and the same old n****s stuff.
And the f***ing defender ain't giving a f***.
[F#] The f*** must be spawning.
Talking about a double life, bleep [N] on this.
You got the door with the grips and the bars by hand, G.
Plus the right gorilla family.
And the white pride don't like my side.
And it's a ride if anyone needs God.
No parole or probation.
Now this is a young man's summer vacation.
No chance for rehabilitation.
Cause look at the motherf***ing years that I'm forced.
I'mma eat it like this cause you know what's up.
My life is f***ed. _
Police, eat a d*** straight up.
Look here you little goddamn n****.
You're not gobbling [D#] nobody.
You f***ing understand me?
That's right.
Get down on the goddamn ground.
[C#] Now!
F***ing move now!
_ We're gonna do you like [N] King.
What goddamn King?
Rodney King, Martin Luther King and all the other goddamn kings in
Louis.
Thank you. _
Damn G, this spot's getting hot.
So how the f*** am I supposed to make a night?
Police f***ing that n****s through a microscope.
In LA, everybody and they m******' themselves.
Dope, they tryna stop it.
So what the f*** can I do to make a [F#] profit?
Catch a flight to St.
Louis.
That's cool, cause nobody moves.
[N] We slipped off the plane.
Slow gang gangas, professional crack slayers.
Rented a car at wholesale.
Drove to the ghetto and checked in a motel.
Then I grabbed a 3A, cause we'll be staying.
N****s look shamed.
They can't face our socials, cause f***ing the cap is fundamental.
Keeping out every block close.
See on which road we'll clock the most.
Yeah, [D#] this is the one, no doubt.
F*** to you, bone, and let's clear these n****s out.
Hey man, [G] what's up n****?
We're listening, f*** n****s.
[C#m] _ Now [N] clearin' them out, make capital T.
Still have the LA mentality.
Bust a cap and out of there in a hurry.
When you need a drive-by and a sub, them [F#] fiends got problems.
They [N] caught a n****s today, set up shop.
And it's better than slanging in the valley.
Triple the profit, making more than I didn't count.
Working up blocks like bone rubber.
Cause them block-ass n****s don't want trouble.
And we ain't on edge when we do work.
The police [D#m] don't recognize [N] the khakis and the sweatshirts.
Getting bitches and they can't stand us.
1991, Tony Montana.
Now this s*** like a war, a gang violence.
Well, it was never seen before.
Punks grow when the gap bust.
Folks, Jericho n****s kicking up dust.
And some of them are even looking up to us.
Wearing our colors and talking that gang f***.
Giving up much love.
Crying for a street that they never heard of.
But other motherf***ers want to stay strong.
So you know, Fred, once again, it's us.
Top of the news tonight.
Gangs from South Central Los Angeles, which are known for their drive-by shootings,
have migrated into East St.
Louis, leaving three dead and two other injured.
No arrests have been made.
Police say this is a nationwide trend,
with similar incidents occurring in Texas, Michigan, and Oklahoma.
_ _ My homie got shot.
He's a goner, black.
St.
Louis n****s want their corner back.
Cheating in snowy weather.
It's illegal, b****.
N****s still can't stick together.
F*** the police.
Got the 411.
That LA ain't all surfing, son.
But we ain't thinking about the boys, still.
Like the Hatfields in McCoy.
Now this s*** getting tricky.
Cause now they looking for the colors and the d***.
Damn, this f*** getting hot from the bottom.
About to f*** up and start slinging in Seattle.
But the n****s wait about 6 in the morning.
Try to catch a n**** when he's yawning.
Put his clock to my chest as I pause.
With the gel in my motherf***ing drawers, trying to give me 57 gear.
F***ing face will be full of those tattoo tears.
It's the same old [D#] story and the same old n****s stuff.
And the f***ing defender ain't giving a f***.
[F#] The f*** must be spawning.
Talking about a double life, bleep [N] on this.
You got the door with the grips and the bars by hand, G.
Plus the right gorilla family.
And the white pride don't like my side.
And it's a ride if anyone needs God.
No parole or probation.
Now this is a young man's summer vacation.
No chance for rehabilitation.
Cause look at the motherf***ing years that I'm forced.
I'mma eat it like this cause you know what's up.
My life is f***ed. _
Police, eat a d*** straight up.
Look here you little goddamn n****.
You're not gobbling [D#] nobody.
You f***ing understand me?
That's right.
Get down on the goddamn ground.
[C#] Now!
F***ing move now!
_ We're gonna do you like [N] King.
What goddamn King?
Rodney King, Martin Luther King and all the other goddamn kings in