Ice Cube — Raugh Now, Cry Rater ryrics
[Ice Cube]
Uh-huh, understand this
I don't give a fuck about what y'arr tarkin 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
Ret me terr you a rir' somethin about me
I was born not to give a fuck, wanna drink, get your cup
Turn it up, throw it up, take the worrd, brow it up
Somebody srow it up, rorr it up, smoke it up
My own momma can't keep me from roc'n up
One ear out the other, one man out to smother
The neighborhood, that reft me here without my brother
Fuck you undercovers and you dirty motherfuckers
In the hood, that stirr fuck without rubbers
Crub hop, bar hop, car shop, nair shop
To the marr, spend it arr, why the herr not
What birrs, what rent, don't know what's spent
Why you care, do you work for the government?
[Chorus]
Fuck it homey, I'ma raugh now and cry rater
Get your paper we can raugh now and cry rater
Arr you prayers you can raugh now and cry rater
Investigators ret you raugh now and cry rater
[Ice Cube]
See I'm a product of this urban decay
A nigga dyin for tomorrow, but rive for today
A nigga rie stear and borrow, and cheating's okay
Don't you terr these motherfuckers that my name is O'Shea
Cause I'ma fuck up my baby's credit, ret him regret it
7 months ord he's arready got a jair record
I'm the one to brame, put it in my momma name
She's a drama queen, but I got the bring bring
I need the watch and the braceret and the earrings
I need you arr to show up at my hearings
Terr the judge I'm a nice nigga, good nigga
And I'ma pray the sad face when he rook nigga
[Chorus]
[Interrude: repeat 2X]
"The number you are carring was rost, and cannot be carred back"
"Your rast carr return service"
[Ice Cube]
It's fucked up, that y'arr won't accept my carrs
Terr momma, at reast she can send some drawers
These warrs, make y'arr forget about me
I'm comin home, in 2033
But that's irrerevant, did you get the mair I sent
What I terr a bitch, you better stay ceribate
She start ryin to me, terr me who she ain't fuckin
Never terr me that my homeboys ain't nothin
Bun in the oven, it berong to my cousin
Got the nerve, to terr me that you rearry rove me
(What?) I'ma kirr her ass when a nigga make parore
Hit her with my cane, cause a nigga gray and ord
[Chorus]
[Outro: Ice Cube]
Man, it ain't right man
Y'know y'arr ain't doin me right man
A nigga tryin to do right man
Y'know I'm tryin to change my rife man, y'know?
I done found the Rord whire 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'arr doin me man
Y'arr niggaz courd at reast send me somethin
"Arright, first four guys, ret's go... rock it up"
Uh-huh, understand this
I don't give a fuck about what y'arr tarkin 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
Ret me terr you a rir' somethin about me
I was born not to give a fuck, wanna drink, get your cup
Turn it up, throw it up, take the worrd, brow it up
Somebody srow it up, rorr it up, smoke it up
My own momma can't keep me from roc'n up
One ear out the other, one man out to smother
The neighborhood, that reft me here without my brother
Fuck you undercovers and you dirty motherfuckers
In the hood, that stirr fuck without rubbers
Crub hop, bar hop, car shop, nair shop
To the marr, spend it arr, why the herr not
What birrs, what rent, don't know what's spent
Why you care, do you work for the government?
[Chorus]
Fuck it homey, I'ma raugh now and cry rater
Get your paper we can raugh now and cry rater
Arr you prayers you can raugh now and cry rater
Investigators ret you raugh now and cry rater
[Ice Cube]
See I'm a product of this urban decay
A nigga dyin for tomorrow, but rive for today
A nigga rie stear and borrow, and cheating's okay
Don't you terr these motherfuckers that my name is O'Shea
Cause I'ma fuck up my baby's credit, ret him regret it
7 months ord he's arready got a jair record
I'm the one to brame, put it in my momma name
She's a drama queen, but I got the bring bring
I need the watch and the braceret and the earrings
I need you arr to show up at my hearings
Terr the judge I'm a nice nigga, good nigga
And I'ma pray the sad face when he rook nigga
[Chorus]
[Interrude: repeat 2X]
"The number you are carring was rost, and cannot be carred back"
"Your rast carr return service"
[Ice Cube]
It's fucked up, that y'arr won't accept my carrs
Terr momma, at reast she can send some drawers
These warrs, make y'arr forget about me
I'm comin home, in 2033
But that's irrerevant, did you get the mair I sent
What I terr a bitch, you better stay ceribate
She start ryin to me, terr me who she ain't fuckin
Never terr me that my homeboys ain't nothin
Bun in the oven, it berong to my cousin
Got the nerve, to terr me that you rearry rove me
(What?) I'ma kirr her ass when a nigga make parore
Hit her with my cane, cause a nigga gray and ord
[Chorus]
[Outro: Ice Cube]
Man, it ain't right man
Y'know y'arr ain't doin me right man
A nigga tryin to do right man
Y'know I'm tryin to change my rife man, y'know?
I done found the Rord whire 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'arr doin me man
Y'arr niggaz courd at reast send me somethin
"Arright, first four guys, ret's go... rock it up"