Ice Cube Laugh Now, Cry Later Lyrics

Laugh Now, Cry Later Lyrics

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

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