Laugh Now, Cry Later

[Intro]

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

[Verse 1]

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?

[Chorus]

Fuck it, homie, 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

[Verse 2]

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'mma play the sad face when he look nigga

[Chorus]

Fuck it, homie, 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

[Interlude: repeat 2X]

"The number you are calling was lost, and cannot be called back"

"Your last call return service"

[Verse 3]

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 2033

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

(What?) I'mma kill her ass when a nigga make parole

Hit her with my cane, 'cause a nigga gray and old

[Chorus]

Fuck it, homie, 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

[Outro: Ice Cube]

Man, it ain't right, man

Y'know y'all ain't doin' me right, man

A nigga tryin to do right, man

Y'know I'm tryin' to change my life, man, y'know?

I done found the Lord while I'm in here, y'know?

I, I'm tryin' to do right now, I mean

Y'know I'm sorry for everythang

That I, I, I mean, y'know

That's fucked up how y'all doin me, man

Y'all niggas could at least send me somethin'

Alright, first four guys, let's go... lock it up