Tomorrow

[Ice Cube]

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 nuttin taboo

Get your ass beat by Erykah Badu

Cause you wanna steal this good music

Put me out of business, now you lose it

[Chorus: sung with ad libs]

Tomorrow, don't you worry 'bout tomorrow (that shit never come)

This is very hard to swallow

Keep your hand up on that throttle

Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow

[Ice Cube]

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

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 an-gel

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

[Chorus]

[Ice Cube]

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 1

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

Up on my feet at the break of the sun

President of the Gangster Na-tion

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 dem

Askin me about, my urban spins

And if I got about, a thousand of them

I'm a crate MC, accordin to them

Fuck that!

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

[Ice Cube - over last repeat to fade]

All hail to the West coast, I am the grand wizard

The West coast warlord, the future is today

Get your grind on mayne, get your grind on mayne, get your grind on