Tomorrow Lyrics - Raw Footage - 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? 

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'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