Laugh Now Cry Later
Ice Cube Lyrics


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[Ice Cube]
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 under covers 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?

[Chorus]
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

[Ice Cube]
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 cheatings OK
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
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 nigga, good nigga
And I'ma play the sad face when he look nigga

[Chorus]

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

[Ice Cube]
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 2033
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
(What?) I'ma kill her ass when a nigga make parole
Hit her with my cane, cause a nigga gray and old

[Chorus]

[Ice Cube]
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 mean
You know I'm sorry for everything
That I, I I mean you know
That's fucked up how y'all doin' me man
Y'all niggas could at least send me somethin'





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

Overall Meaning

In "Laugh Now Cry Later," Ice Cube is unapologetic about his outlook on life. He asserts that he does not care about what anyone has to say and will do as he pleases. He talks about his penchant for partying, smoking, and drinking and how his own mother can not keep him from being a menace to society. He takes responsibility for his actions, stating that he is the one to blame for his baby son's jail record. Cube is also critical of those who work for the government and feel concerned about his spending habits.


In the second verse, Cube talks about his time in prison and how disconnected he is from the world outside. He is angry that no one is willing to accept his phone calls and mentions that even his own mother should send him some underwear. Cube also talks about a woman who claims she loves him but is lying about her affairs with his friends. He ends the song by lamenting how unfair his situation is and how he is trying to change his life.


Line by Line Meaning

Uh-huh, understand this
Listen carefully and comprehend what I'm about to say


I don't give a fuck about what y'all talkin' about
I don't care for or have any interest in what you're discussing


I ain't tryin' to hear none of that shit
I'm not interested in or willing to listen to any of that nonsense


Nigga I'ma do what I wanna do
I will act and behave as I choose


When I wanna do it, how I wanna do it
I'll do things when and how it suits me


And you better hope I don't do it to you
Be hopeful I don't behave this way towards you


Now, I don't care what momma got to say
I'm not concerned with my mother's opinion or viewpoint


I don't care what grandmomma got to say
I'm not concerned with my grandmother's perspective or thoughts


Nigga I'm grown
I'm an adult and make decisions for myself


Let me tell you a lil' somethin' about me
Allow me to elaborate on some information about myself


I was born not to give a fuck, wanna drink, get your cup
Since birth, I've had a carefree attitude and enjoy drinking, so pour yourself a drink too


Turn it up, throw it up, take the world, blow it up
Crank up the music, party hard and shake things up, metaphorically, take control of the world


Somebody slow it up, roll it up, smoke it up
Someone needs to calm down, roll a joint and smoke it


My own momma can't keep me from loc'n up
Even my mother can't prevent me from causing trouble or behaving recklessly


One ear out the other, one man out to smother
I tend to ignore people's words of wisdom and pursue my goals recklessly, in turn, crushing anyone in my path


The neighborhood, that left me here without my brother
This community is responsible for abandoning me and causing the death of my brother


Fuck you under covers and you dirty motherfuckers
I have no respect for law enforcement and those who are corrupt


In the hood, that still fuck without rubbers
People in the area don't practice safe sex by using condoms


Club hop, bar hop, car shop, nail shop
I frequently visit various establishments like clubs, bars, car shops, and nail salons


To the mall, spend it all, why the hell not
I go to the mall and spend my entire money. I don't see why I shouldn't


What bills, what rent, don't know what's spent
I'm not aware of how much money I spend or what bills/rent I'm required to pay


Why you care, do you work for the government?
Why are you concerned with my expenditure? Are you a government official?


Fuck it homey, I'ma laugh now and cry later
I'll have fun now and deal with the consequences later


Get your paper we can laugh now and cry later
Let's prioritize earning money, we can enjoy the fruits of our labour later


All you players you can laugh now and cry later
To all the players out there - have fun now and suffer the results later


Investigators let you laugh now and cry later
Investigators may allow you to live life freely without any worry, but the consequences will eventually catch up to you


See I'm a product of this urban decay
I'm a byproduct of this urban area's decline with little to no opportunities


A nigga dyin' for tomorrow, but live for today
I'm living a life knowing that death could arrive at any moment, therefore, I must enjoy the present


A nigga lie steal and borrow, and cheatings OK
I'm accustomed to lying, stealing and borrowing from others, with little to no consequence


Don't you tell these motherfuckers that my name is O'Shea
Do not associate my full name with my criminal activities


Cause I'ma fuck up my baby's credit, let him regret it
I'll ruin my child's credit from an early age, and he'll later regret it


7 months old he's already got a jail record
My child has a criminal record even before his first birthday


I'm the one to blame, put it in my momma name
I take the blame, place it under my mother's name


She's a drama queen, but I got the bling bling
My mother's troublesome nature doesn't worry me because I'm more concerned with owning luxurious items


I need the watch and the bracelet and the earrings
I need to have a watch, bracelet, and earrings to feel complete


I need you all to show up at my hearings
I need my friends and family to attend my court hearings to support me


Tell the judge I'm a nice nigga, good nigga
Ask the judge to consider me as a decent and kind human being


And I'ma play the sad face when he look nigga
I'll put on a sad facial expression when the judge looks at me


It's fucked up, that y'all won't accept my calls
It's messed up how my calls aren't accepted


Tell momma, at least she can send some drawers
Let mom know that she can at least send me some underwear


These walls, make y'all forget about me
This incarceration makes my friends and family forget about me


I'm comin' home, in 2033
I return home from prison in 2033


But that's irrelevant, did you get the mail I sent
But that's not important, did you receive the mail I sent?


What I tell a bitch, you better stay celibate
I command any woman to refrain from sexual activities


She start lyin to me, tell me who she ain't fuckin'
She begins to lie to me and denies having sexual relations with someone


Never tell me that my homeboys ain't nothin'
Don't tell me that my friends aren't important to me


Bun in the oven, it belong to my cousin
My cousin is expecting a child


Got the nerve, to tell me that you really love me
She has the audacity to say that she loves me


(What?) I'ma kill her ass when a nigga make parole
What?! I'm going to murder her when I'm released on parole


Hit her with my cane, cause a nigga gray and old
I'll strike her with my walking stick since I'll be old


Man, it ain't right man
This situation is unfair


You know y'all ain't doin' me right man
You aren't treating me correctly


A nigga tryin' to do right man
I'm attempting to reform myself


You know I'm tryin' to change my life man, you know?
You're aware that I'm trying to make a positive change in my life


I done found the Lord while I'm in here, you know?
I've found God while I'm incarcerated


I I'm tryin' to do right now, I mean
I'm genuinely trying to amend my ways


You know I'm sorry for everything
I apologize for everything I've done


That I, I I mean you know
I'm sorry, you know what I mean


Y'all niggas could at least send me somethin'
You guys could at least send me something


"Alright, first four guys, let's go, lock it up"
It's time for the first group of four guys to go and be locked up




Lyrics Β© Universal Music Publishing Group, WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC
Written by: DELENO SEAN MATTHEWS, LEVAR R. COPPIN, O'SHEA JACKSON

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Richard

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 under covers 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 cheatings OK
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
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 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
"The number you are calling was lost, and cannot be called back"
"Your last call return service"
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 2033
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
(What?) 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 mean
You know I'm sorry for everything
That I, I I mean you know
That's fucked up how y'all doin' me man
Y'all niggas could at least send me somethin'
"Alright, first four guys, let's go, lock it up"



Π–Π°Π½Π°Ρ€ Абдирова

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

[Verse 1]
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 fromΒ 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?

[Chorus]
Fuck it, homie, 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

[Verse 2]
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'mma play the sad face when he look nigga

[Chorus]
Fuck it, homie, 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

[Interlude: repeat 2X]
"The number you are calling was lost, and cannot be called back"
"Your last call return service"

[Ice Cube]
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 2033
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
(What?) I'mma kill her ass when a nigga make parole
Hit her with my cane, cause a nigga gray and old

[Chorus]
Fuck it, homie, 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

[Outro: Ice Cube]
Man, it ain't right man
Y'know y'all ain't doin me right man
A nigga tryin to do right man
Y'know I'm tryin to change my life man, y'know?
I done found the Lord while 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'all doin me man
Y'all niggas could at least send me somethin
Alright, first four guys, let's go... lock it up



black ice

"Nigga, ima do what i wanna do,
when i wanna do it,
and how i wanna do it,
and you better hope that i dont do it to you!
Now, i dont care what mama gotta say,
I dont care what grandmama gotta say,
Nigga, im grown!
Let me tell you a lil somethin about me"
I was laughing at this part, because he was pissed at the beginning of the song, and what was he even mad for is beyond me



All comments from YouTube:

Allabove

2020 still in my daily rotation πŸ”₯πŸ”₯

Jay Wikked

2021 still bumpin them oldies πŸ’―πŸŽ­

Sanmiol

Still jamming to this in 2018

Big Dawg187

2022 still in this bihπŸ’―

A Lom

Cube needs to make more shit like this one and raw footage

Robert Tanner

Hell yea

Martece Darring

Man raw footage was raw as hell and this 1

black ice

A Lom this is my favorite album out of all of ice cubes records. Its so gangsta. I also like raw footage and i am the west, but most of the songs are terrible on that album

Charmarke Abdoulkader

ice cube still gangsta even 50 years old

YO WTF

mega bass + ice cube = good times :))

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