Who Sang Laugh Now, Cry Later? Ice Cube

Ice Cube Laugh Now, Cry Later cover art
publisher: ©Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: Deleno Sean Matthews, Levar R. Coppin, O'Shea Jackson
release date: 2006-6-6
length: 3:38
[Ice Cube]
Uh-huh, understand this
I don't give a **** about what y'all talkin' about
I ain't tryin' to hear none of that ****
***** 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
***** I'm grown
Let me tell you a lil' somethin' about me

I was born not to give a ****, 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
**** you under covers and you dirty ************s
In the hood, that still **** 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?

**** 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

[Ice Cube]
See I'm a product of this urban decay
A ***** dyin' for tomorrow, but live for today
A ***** lie steal and borrow, and cheatings OK
Don't you tell these ************s that my name is O'Shea
Cause I'ma **** up my baby's credit, let him regret it
7 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 *****, good *****
And I'ma play the sad face when he look *****


[Repeat: x2]
"The number you are calling was lost, and cannot be called back"
"Your last call return service"

[Ice Cube]
It's ****ed 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 *****, you better stay celibate
She start lyin to me, tell me who she ain't ****in'
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'ma kill her *** when a ***** make parole
Hit her with my cane, cause a ***** gray and old


[Ice Cube]
Man, it ain't right man
You know y'all ain't doin' me right man
A ***** 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 everything
That I, I I mean you know
That's ****ed up how y'all doin' me man
Y'all *****s could at least send me somethin'

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

CD 1
  • 1 Definition of a West Coast Gā€™ (intro)
  • 2 Why We Thugs
  • 3 Smoke Some Weed
  • 4 Dimes & Nicks (A Call From Mike Epps)
  • 5 Child Support
  • 6 2 Decades Ago (insert)
  • 7 Doin' What It 'pose 2 Do
  • 8 Laugh Now, Cry Later
  • 9 Stop Snitchin'
  • 10 Go to Church
  • 11 The Nigga Trapp
  • 12 A History of Violence
  • 13 Growin' Up
  • 14 Click, Clack ā€“ Get Back!
  • 15 The Game Lord
  • 16 Chrome & Paint
  • 17 Steal the Show
  • 18 You Gotta Lotta That
  • 19 Spittin' Pollaseeds
  • 20 Holla @ Cha' Boy

  • Album Information
    label: Lench Mob Records
    country(area): United States
    format: CD
    barcode: 094636593920
    script: Latin