My Summer Vacation - Daz Dillinger

Damn cuz, the spot’s gettin' hot

So how the fu*k am I supposed to make a knot?

The Feds looking at a ni**a through a microscope

West Coast everybody and they Momma sell dope

They trynna stop us

So what the fu*k can I do and make a profit?

Catch a flight to St. Louis

I got work for their ass, plus everybody knew us

We stepped off the plane

West Coast bangers, professional crack slangers

Bought us a car at wholesale

Drove to the North Side, checked in a motel

AKs, ni**a, fu*k a 3−8

'cause where we stayin' ni**as look shady

The St. Louis is a baby South Central

'cause bustin' a cap is fundamental

I’m peepin' now every block close

which one will clock the most

Yeah this is the one no doubt

Bust a U cuz and let’s clear these ni**as out

Now clearin* em out mean casualties

Now St. Louis got the L.A. mentality

Bust a cap and now out of there in a hurry

Wouldn’t you know the gangbang here in Missouri?

A lot of fools got popped

And it’s better than slangin' in the Valley

I tripled my profit makin' more than I did in Cali

Breakin' off rocks like Barney Rubble

We smokin' ni**as that don’t want no trouble

And we ain’t on edge when we do work

The Feds must recognize the khakis and the t-shirts

Gettin' bitches and they can’t stand a 2008 Tony Montana

Money turns into war

Of gang violence, while it was never seen before

Punks whirl when the gat bust

A West Coast ni**a kickin' up dust

And all the Yorkers in the Lou lookin' up to us

Wearin' our colors and reppin' our gang, bud

Givin' up much love

Dyin' for a street that they never heard of

You know I’m from the Beach and I’m staying strong

So you know the phrase, once again it’s on

Stop before news

Gang members from South Central Los Angeles

Which are known drive-by shootings

Have emerged in East St. Louis

Leaving three deads, two others injured

No arrests have been made

Police says this is a nationwide trend

With similar incidents that occured in

Texas, Michigan, Oklahoma City, Phoenix Arizona

and now New York

My homie got shot in the head and his back

St. Louis ni**as want their corner back

Shootin

It’s a legal biz, the ni**as still can’t stick together

Motherfu*kin' Feds got the 4−1-1

About the and the weed and they sellin' guns

But see we ain’t thinkin' about the boys

Feudin' like the Hayfield’s and McCoys

Now the shit’s gettin' tricky

And now they’re lookin' for the colors and the khakis

Now the spot’s gettin' hot from the battle

I’m 'bout to pack up and start slangin' in Seattle

But the Feds raid about six in the morning

Try to catch a ni**a when he’s yawnin'

Put the Glock to my chest as I paused

Went to jail in my motherfu*kin' drawers

Trynna give me 57 years

My face’ll be full of those tattooed tears

It’s the same old story and the same old ni**a stuck

And the public defender ain’t givin' a fu*k

Fool must be retarded

Talkin' about a double life plea bargain

You got to deal with the Crips and Bloods if you’re a real G

Ni**a holla if you feel me

I’m a East Sider that ('s) hangin' on the North Side

And it’s a riot if anyone of us die

On parole or probation

Now this is a young G summer vacation

No chance for rehabilitation

'cause look at the motherfu*kin' years that I’m facin'

Imma end up like this so you know wassup

My life is fu*ked

Yeah, when I get out Imma get right back in the money

Imma get right back to sellin' dope

Do what I do all around the motherfu*kin' neighborhood

You can’t stop me motherfu*ker

You know I’m the kingpin in this shit, the connect

You know we gon' stay ballin' ni**a

And it just don’t stop here

I’ll be right back in the money like I said

Only got 157 years left