Ice Cube - 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]