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    [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]

    [Ice Cube - over last repeat to fade]
    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

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