Ice se proslavil jako hip-hopový zpěvák a skladatel kontroverzní skupiny. N.W.A. Má na kontě dvě hitová alba. Je hercem, scenáristou, režisérem, producentem, rapperem a hudebním producentem. Napsal a zrežíroval příběh dvou sestřenic snažících...

Píseň: Tomorrow

Interpret:
Ice Cube
Album:
Raw Footage
[Ice Cube] 
All hail to the West coast, I am the grand wizard 
The West coast warlord, and the future is today 


Cause tomorrow - that shit never come 
I worry 'bout today and this urban decay 
I worry 'bout hip-hop, when did it flip-flop 
Get whack, and turn into gridlock 
I don't know is it a government plot? 
I don't give a fuck whether you love it or not 
That's all we got and if you throw it away 
You dumb as OJ, off a for-tay 
In your Izod, this the rap God 
What'chu gon' put up, in your iPod? 
Downloader, what'chu gon' do 
when your favorite MC, got to sue you 
Cause he got to eat ain't nuttin taboo 
Get your ass beat by Erykah Badu 
Cause you wanna steal this good music 
Put me out of business, now you lose it 


[Chorus: sung with ad libs] 
Tomorrow, don't you worry 'bout tomorrow (that shit never come) 
This is very hard to swallow 
Keep your hand up on that throttle 
Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow 


[Ice Cube] 
Tomorrow, I'ma handle my business 
But today, I'ma drink this liquor 
Cause tomorrow, I might be a little quicker 
But today, I'm just the same old nigga 
You know that shit is still a day away 
Do yo' thang baby put your life on layaway 
Cause everybody is Nostradamus 
Boy don't you know that tomorrow ain't promised? 
To all the lil' mamas 
Don't do a nigga, like Isiah Thomas 
If you a bitch, please be honest 
Actin like a hoe you're not an an-gel 
While you're, daydreamin 'bout your future 
Motherfucker come around the corner and shoot you 
Don'tcha, get stuck in neutral 
Put your shit in drive, while you still alive cause 


[Chorus] 


[Ice Cube] 
Tomorrow~! That shit never come 
I know it sounds strange but today is never done 
I'm up in the Range when the clock strikes 1 
While y'all countin sheep, I'm countin Benja-mons 
Up on my feet at the break of the sun 
President of the Gangster Na-tion 
We don't go to war, we go to the store 
We rob from the rich, and give to the poor 
Hip-Hop, oh what a bore 
Lettin college motherfuckers run the front door 
(Fuck that!) Let's take it back to the streets 
Don't let Viacom, dictate the heat 
The nerve of them, I never heard of dem 
Askin me about, my urban spins 
And if I got about, a thousand of them 
I'm a crate MC, accordin to them 
Fuck that! 


[Chorus - repeat 2X] 


[Ice Cube - over last repeat to fade] 
All hail to the West coast, I am the grand wizard 
The West coast warlord, the future is today 
Get your grind on mayne, get your grind on mayne, get your grind on