| Song | Laugh Now, Cry Later |
| Artist | Ice Cube |
| Album | Laugh Now, Cry Later |
| 作词 : C, Ice Cube, LV | |
| 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 meanYou 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 |
| zuò cí : C, Ice Cube, LV | |
| 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 thirtythree | |
| 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 meanYou 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 |