Lyrics




I knew you niggaz would be back
See, see, you need to fuck with me y'knahmean?
Yeah, you need to holla at your boy man (holla)
Stop fuckin with them punk niggaz man with that shit
(That's what you get)
That shit stepped on nigga (that's what you get)
I got that raw, I got that... UNGH!
Twenty-fo' seven - holla at your boy
What you need baby? C'mon with it - holla at your boy
I got it all day, in the hallway - holla at your boy
Sick of that blow up - holla at your boy
That's what you get for fuckin with them niggaz
Come and see me for that real O.G.
He a O-Z, I'm a whole ki'
Dope as a motherfucker, son a whole seed
Bitches fiend for it, then they lean for it
It ain't cocaine, but they wanna still blow it
What you need, what you need
Hoes offer me the pink slip and the deed (yes indeed)
Treat it just like weed
Hit the right end then pass it to her friend (uh-huh)
I'm a hustler, you a customer
Them other niggaz you like, straight fuckin ya
Some of 'em lyin (yup) most of 'em trickin
Others are dyin, some of 'em victims
When you come from South Central L.A.
That shit is like dirt weed, a nigga got a headache (holla)
If you want it raw now, make the call now
Look me up nigga - holla at your boy
Fiendin for that good shit, take a look bitch
What you need baby - holla at your boy
I got it all day, in the hallway
On Broadway - holla at your boy
Sick of that blow up, gettin stepped on
Nigga come on home - holla at your boy
"Ice Cube!" Back then they used to fuck me
Now that I'm hot these bitches still love me
(Why?) Cause I'm far from ugly
Everywhere I go they wanna kiss and hug me
They say "Dopeman, dopeman!
I got your money don't turn into Konnan"
Don't wanna see the G-hand (bitch)
I am the man from here to Cleveland
Don't get mad, I get e-van
Try to shake the van, think you're sleep-an
Oh my God this nigga's leak-in
Somebody best to call the deacon (uh-huh)
Any dose is a overdose
Leave your punk-ass dead or a comatose (yeah)
And if you don't wanna listen
My shit'll crack you out like Tyrone Bigguns
Holla, yeah
But don't 2-way a nigga
Bitch that ain't nothin but a transcript
Dumb bitch (I'll holla)
Don't 2-way a nigga man (I'll holla)
Damn!
20 years
I've been servin you fiends for 20 years
Why would you fuck with anybody else, ha?
That's why you're fucked up right now, ain't it?
You need to get at me
You know I got it, and I know you want it
- holla at your boy
C'mon Cube let me rap on here
I'm, I'm just tryin to sack somethin up!



Writer(s): JONATHAN SMITH, O SHEA JACKSON


Ice Cube - Laugh Now, Cry Later
Album Laugh Now, Cry Later
date of release
06-06-2006

1   Dick Tease
2   Pockets Stay Fat
3   Run
4   Holla @ Cha' Boy
5   Holla @ Cha' Boy
6   Spittin' Pollaseeds
7   Spittin' Pollaseeds
8   Spittin' Pollaseeds
9   Spittin' Pollaseeds
10   You Gotta Lotta That
11   You Gotta Lotta That
12   Steal the Show
13   Steal the Show
14   Doin' What It 'Pose 2do
15   Two Decades Ago
16   2 Decades Ago (Insert)
17   Child Support
18   Child Support
19   Dimes & Nicks (A Call from Mike Epps)
20   Dimes & Nicks (A Call From Mike Epps)
21   Smoke Some Weed
22   Smoke Some Weed
23   Why We Thugs
24   Why We Thugs
25   Definition of a West Coast G (intro)
26   Doin' What It 'Pose 2Do
27   Laugh Now, Cry Later
28   Stop Snitchin'
29   Chrome and Paint
30   Chrome & Paint
31   Chrome & Paint
32   Chrome & Paint
33   The Game Lord
34   The Game Lord
35   Click, Clack - Get Back!
36   Click, Clack - Get Back!
37   Growin' Up (explicit version)
38   Growin' Up
39   Growin' Up
40   A History of Violence (Skit)
41   A History of Violence
42   A History of Violence
43   The Nigga Trapp
44   The N***a Trapp
45   The N***a Trap
46   The N***a Trap
47   Go to Church
48   Go to Church
49   Go to Church
50   Stop Snitchin'
51   Laugh Now, Cry Later




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