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Ice Cube( O'Shea Jackson Sr. )
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Laugh Now, Cry Later (Edited Version)
Uh huh, understand this I don't give a fuck about what y'all talkin' about I ain't tryin' to hear none of that shit
Nigga, I'ma do what I wanna do When I wanna do it, how I wanna do it And you better hope I don't do it to you
Now, I don't care what momma got to say I don't care what grandmomma got to say Nigga, I'm grown Let me tell you a lil' somethin' about me
I was born not to give a fuck, wanna drink, get your cup Turn it up, throw it up, take the world, blow it up Somebody slow it up, roll it up, smoke it up My own momma can't keep me from loc'n up
One ear, out the other, one man out to smother The neighborhood that left me here without my brother Fuck you, undercovers and you dirty motherfuckers In the hood that still fuck without rubbers
Club hop, bar hop, car shop, nail shop To the mall, spend it all, why the hell not? What bills, what rent, don't know what's spent? Why you care, do you work for the government?
Fuck it, homey, I'ma laugh now and cry later Get your paper, we can laugh now and cry later All you players, you can laugh now and cry later Investigators let you laugh now and cry later
See, I'm a product of this urban decay A nigga dyin' for tomorrow, but live for today A nigga lie, steal and borrow and cheating's okay Don't you tell these motherfuckers that my name is O'Shea
'Cause I'ma fuck up my baby's credit, let him regret it Seven months old, he's already got a jail record I'm the one to blame, put it in my momma name She's a drama queen, but I got the bling bling
I need the watch and the bracelet and the earrings I need you all to show up at my hearings Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Tell the judge, I'm a nice nigga, good nigga And I'ma play the sad face when he look, nigga
Fuck it, homey, I'ma laugh now and cry later Get your paper, we can laugh now and cry later All you players, you can laugh now and cry later Investigators let you laugh now and cry later
It's fucked up, that y'all won't accept my calls Tell momma, at least, she can send some drawers These walls make y'all forget about me I'm comin' home in two thousand thirty-three
But that's irrelevant, did you get the mail I sent? What I tell a bitch, you better stay celibate She start lyin' to me, tell me, who she ain't fuckin' Never tell me that my homeboys ain't nothin'
Bun in the oven, it belong to my cousin Got the nerve to tell me that you really love me I'ma kill her ass when a nigga make parole Hit her with my cane, 'cause a nigga gray and old
Fuck it, homey, I'ma laugh now and cry later Get your paper, we can laugh now and cry later All you players, you can laugh now and cry later Investigators let you laugh now and cry later
Man, it ain't right, man You know, y'all ain't doin' me right, man A nigga tryin' to do right, man You know, I'm tryin' to change my life, man, you know?
I done found the Lord while I'm in here, you know? I I'm tryin' to do right now, I mean You know, I'm sorry for everythang
That I, I I mean, you know That's fucked up, how y'all doin' me, man Y'all niggaz could at least send me somethin'
Alright, first four guys, let's go Two, three, three, four, lock it up
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