Ice Cube - Tomorrow Lyrics

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All hail to the West coast I am the grand wizard

The West coast warlord and the future is today

'Cause tomorrow that shit never come

I worry 'bout today and this urban decay

I worry 'bout Hip-Hop when did it flip-flop?

Get whack and turn into gridlock

I don't know is it a government plot?

I don't give a fuck whether you love it or not

That's all we got and if you throw it away

You dumb as OJ off a for-tay

In your Izod this the rap God

What'chu gon' put up in your iPod?

Downloader what'chu gon' do

When your favorite MC got to sue you?

'Cause he got to eat ain't nothin' taboo

Get your ass beat by Erykah Badu

'Cause you wanna steal this good music

Put me out of business now you lose it

Tomorrow don't you worry 'bout tomorrow

That shit never come

This is very hard to swallow

Get your ass up man

Keep your hand up on that throttle

You better ride all day ride all night

Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow

Tomorrow I'ma handle my business

But today I'ma drink this liquor

'Cause tomorrow I might be a little quicker

But today I'm just the same old nigga

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You know that shit is still a day away

Do yo' thang baby put your life on layaway

'Cause everybody is Nostradamus

Boy don't you know that tomorrow ain't promised?

To all the lil' mamas

Don't do a nigga like Isiah Thomas

If you a bitch please be honest

Actin' like a hoe you're not an angel

While you're daydreamin 'bout your future

Motherfucker come around the corner and shoot you

Don'tcha get stuck in neutral

Put your shit in drive while you still alive 'cause

Tomorrow don't you worry 'bout tomorrow

That shit never come

This is very hard to swallow

Get your ass up man

Keep your hand up on that throttle

I'ma ride all day ride all night

Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow

Tomorrow that shit never come

I know it sounds strange but today is never done

I'm up in the Range when the clock strikes one

While y'all countin sheep I'm countin' Benja-mons

Up on my feet at the break of the sun

President of the Gangster Nation

We don't go to war we go to the store

We rob from the rich and give to the poor

Hip-Hop oh what a bore

Lettin' college motherfuckers run the front door

Fuck that let's take it back to the streets

Don't let Viacom dictate the heat

The nerve of them I never heard of them

Askin' me about my urban spins

And if I got about a thousand of them

I'm a great MC accordin' to them fuck that

Tomorrow don't you worry 'bout tomorrow

That shit never come

This is very hard to swallow

Get your ass up man

Keep your hand up on that throttle

We're gon' ride all night ride all night

Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow

(All hail to the West coast I am the grand wizard)

This is very hard to swallow

(The West coast warlord the future is today)

Keep your hand up on that throttle

(Get your grind on mayne get your grind on mayne)

(Get your grind on)

Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow

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