I know a girl who’s obsessed with a guy She talks for hours and still tomorrow She′ll call again and when he thinks that this could be the end, She calls again At six in the morning she waits at the door He tells her to leave but still tomorrow she’ll be there again She won’t let go
Can′t you just go somewhere on vacation? I could book your flight And pack your bags If you want A one way ticket out of my life Watching you fly away I never liked you
She doesn’t care if he tries to ignore He runs away but still she follows She’ll try again She likes to think she’ll get him in the end Yeah
Can′t you just go somewhere on vacation? I could book your flight And pack your bags If you want A one way ticket out of my life Watching you fly away I never liked you I never wanted you I never liked you I never wanted you, whoa
Can′t you just go somewhere on vacation? I could book your flight And pack your bags If you want A one way ticket out of my life Watching you fly away I never liked you I never wanted you I never liked you I’m not in love with you
I go to... Like that don′t cha Yeah yeah yeah (hahaha) Yeah n**** Turn me up a lil bit
Said I′m stressed out... so tired My days... so long Said I′m stressed out... so tired Gotta... move on
[Chorus:] I needa vacation
I′m goin′ to Decatur Where it′s greater See if I could stack me up some paper I needa vacation... I′m going to da bluff Where it′s rough See if I could cook me up enough I needa vacation... I′m goin to College Park Where it′s dark See if I could cook me up somethin hard I needa vacation... I′m going to the fo′ Where it go An er′body know I make it snow I needa vacation...
See me standin here Like a chandelier Gangsta of da year Sippin′ belvidere I′m smokin′ inglewood I′m feelin′ hella good A n**** wish he could I wish a n**** would I′m smokin′ on dat good I′m grippin′ on da grain Louie 13 Mixed with hurricane Like a crippled mane You could catch me with dat cane Gonna be a bloody murda If I catch you with my chain See these hatin′ ass n***** Gettin′ on my nerves I′m so up on da job I′m at a loss fa words I put it on da hood Gettin′ money til I′m dead Only thang I′m fearin′ is da muh′fuckin′ feds
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Yeah I′m outta hur Send ya a post card N if ya outta dat Send ya some mo′ hard I need some piecea mind Some relaxation I′m mindin′ my biness So why ya n***** hatin′ I keep it too real So why ya n***** fakin′ Ya try it if ya want Cause my n***** waitin′ Won′t let cha stress me out Won′t let cha worry me Jus cause I′m doin′ good Won′t let cha murda me It′s drivin′ me insane It′s makin′ me crazy Ya know ya owe a n**** So fuck you pay me I put it on da hood Gettin′ money til I′m dead Only thang I′m fearin′ is da muh′fuckin′ feds
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I needa vacation I′m goin to Pittsburgh Where it′s greater See if I could stack me up some paper I needa vacation... I′m goin′ to Summerhill Where it′s rough See if I could cook me up enough I needa vacation... I′m going to da H-wood Where it′s dark See if I could cook me up some hard I needa vacation... Jones Berg south Where it go Er′body know I make it snow I needa vacation...
Said I′m stressed out... so tired My days... so long Said I′m stressed out... so tired Gotta... move On
[airline attendant] This is the final boarding call for flight 1259 Departing from los angeles, final destination to st. louis Thank you
[ice cube] Damn g, the spot’s gettin hot So how the fuck am I supposed to make a knot? Police looking at niggaz through a microscope In l.a. everybody and they momma sell dope They trying to stop it So what the fuck can I do to make a profit? Catch a flight to st. louis That’s cool, cause nobody knew us We stepped off the plane Four gang bangers, professional crack slangers Rented a car at wholesale Drove to the ghetto, and checked in a motel Unpacked and I grab the three-eighty Cause where we stayin, niggaz look shady But they can’t fade south central Cause bustin a cap is fundamental Checkin out every block close Seein which one will clock the most Yeah this is the one no doubt Bust a u bone, and let’s clear these niggaz out
Ay ay man, whassup nigga? Yo, well this lench mob nigga! *gun shots*
Now clearin em out meant casualties Still had the l.a. mentality Bust a cap, and out of there in a hurry Wouldn’t you know, a driveby in missouri Them fools got popped Took their corner next day, set up shop And it’s better than slangin in the valley Triple the profit makin more than I did in cali Breakin off rocks like barney rubble Cause them mark-ass niggaz don’t want trouble And we ain’t on edge when we do work Police don’t recognize the khakis and the sweatshirts Getting bitches and they can’t stand a Nineteen-ninety-one tony montana Now the shit’s like a war Of gang violence, where it was never seen before Punks whirl when the gat bust Four jheri curl niggaz kickin up dust And some of them are even lookin up to us Wearing our colors and talkin that gang fuss Giving up much love Dyin for a street, that they ain’t even heard of But other motherfuckers want to stand strong So you know the phrase, once again it’s on
[tv announcer] Top of the news tonight, gangs from south central Los angeles which are known for their driveby shootings Have migrated into east st. louis Leaving three dead and two others injured No arrests have been made Police say this is a nationwide trend With similar incidents occuring in texas, michigan, and oklahoma (female voice repeating in background: "if it can happen here, it can happen anywhere")
[ice cube] Boom, my homie got shot he’s a goner black St. louis niggaz want they corner back Shooting in snowy weather It’s illegal business, niggaz still can’t stick together Fuckin police got the four-one-one That l.a. ain’t all, surf and sun But we ain’t thinkin, bout the boys Feudin, like the hatfields and mccoys Now the shit’s gettin tricky Cause now they lookin for the colors and the khakis Damn, the spot’s gettin hot from the battle About to pack up and start slangin in seattle But the narcs, raid about six in the morning Try to catch a nigga while he’s yawnin Put his glock to my chest as I paused Went to jail in my motherfuckin drawers Tryin to give me, fifty-seven years Face’ll be full of those tattooed tears It’s the same old story and the same old nigga stuck And the public defender ain’t givin a fuck The fool must be sparkin Talkin about a double life plea bargain You got to deal with the crips and bloods by hand g Plus the black guerilla family And the white pride don’t like northside And it’s a riot if any more niggaz die No parole or probation Now this is a young man’s summer vacation No chance for rehabilitation Cause look at the motherfuckin years that I’m facin I’ma end it like this cause you know what’s up My life is fucked
[Intro] Get away, get away, (ay) You got to have a passport if you rollin′ wit me, We can hit Jamaica, or we can chill in France, (yeah) Roll wit a playa, you can bring a friend, (yeah) You in the presence of some playas, Chamillitary do it big, (ay) We can hit Hawaii or the Caribbean, (yeah) We can do it major, chillin′ on the sand.
[Chorus] You stressin′ every day ′cause the way that ya livin′, See it in ya face, ain′t no fakin′ the feelin′, We can get awaaaay and be chillin′, We can get awaaaay and be chillin′ We can go today and get away for a minute, Party every day, do your thing to the rhythm, We can get awaaaay, get away, We can get awaaaay and be chillin′ (Ay) I got money, got papa, (ay) Got plenty of chedda, (plenty of chedda) (ay) So we treatin′ today like we know it ain′t lastin′ forever, (ay) Now bartender remember to bring the straw with the umbrella, (please bring the umbrella) (ay) We just drinkin′ and thinkin′ of a way that we can make life better.
[Verse 1] Yeeah, coconut with the umbrella baby, And the Rihanna soundin′ chick is the umbrella lady, There ain′t no carpet on the floor like they′re renovating, Palm trees like my old homeboy, hella shady, Time flies so you know the clock is passin′ through, (Whoo) Hit the sand is the only other task to do, (True) You know my fan base is international, Their fan base is only within an avenue, (Uhh) Go wherever that ya plan, G5, I show ′em how to fly like Peter Pan, (Whoo) Get a lobster, anything that you demand. If it isn′t then it′s something that you will never eat again, Step off the yacht if you want to see the land, I′ll take you to the sun if ya really need a tan, Water look like oxygen anywhere you stand, ′Cause the ocean is so clear you look down and see the sand.
[Chorus] You stressin′ every day ′cause the way that ya livin′, See it in ya face, ain′t no fakin′ the feelin′, We can get awaaaay and be chillin′, We can get awaaaay and be chillin′ We can go today and get away for a minute, Party every day, do your thing to the rythym, We can get awaaaay, get away, We can get awaaaay and be chillin′
[Verse 2] (Let′s hear it) If money talks, my papa prolly speak Greek, (Greek) I′m in a different continent like each week, (week) Seein′ daylight and they gon prolly be asleep, No cell phones in the telegram and each speech, Females is like your chick is so hot to me, Can we all chill? I turn maybe to possibly, You know my beach house is what ya got to see, Paper and property, walkin′ game of monopoly, (monopoly) My helicopter lands on the boardwalk, (walk) Where the residents ain′t understanding your talk, (talk) The cliff ends and the salt water pours off, Think what you think, but you′ll never have a poor thought, Water so warm that the fishes isn′t cold, And the air is so open that the pigeons get exposed, Didn′t I remind you to bring your swimming clothes? No, I didn′t, on purpose now you′re swimmin′ in ya "Whoah"
[Chorus] (Ay) I got money, got papa, (ay) Got plenty of chedda, (plenty of chedda) (ay) So we treain′ today like we know it ain′t lastin′ forever, (ay) Now bartender remember to bring the straw with the umbrella, (please bring the umbrella) (ay) We just drinkin′ and thinkin′ of a way that we can make life better.
[Verse 3] It′s all good long as you don′t turn on my like a door knob, Try to make my flow stop like a cork does, And we′ll be in Hawaii eatin′ corn cob, Pinnin′ a flower in your hair like a corsage, Said I shouldn′t leave, but you know I didn′t hear a thing, 10 karat earring blockin′ all my hearing, Never go back is exactly what they fearing, I know plenty Jamaicans so I brought you to the real thing, Rude boy, sick with it and I′m dipped in blue, It′s like I just appeared here but I really flew, They say it just to rhyme, this is what I really do, Deja Vu, we′ll repeat it when the year is through.
[Chorus] You stressin′ every day ′cause the way that ya livin′, See it in ya face, ain′t no fakin′ the feelin′, We can get awaaaay and be chillin′, We can get awaaaay and be chillin′ We can go today and get away for a minute, Party every day, do your thing to the rythym, We can get awaaaay, get away, We can get awaaaay and be chillin′