Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tomorrow, artist - Ice Cube. Album song Raw Footage, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Best Side, Capitol
Song language: English
Tomorrow |
| 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 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 |
| 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 |
| 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! |
| 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 |