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 nothin' taboo   Get your ass beat by Erykah Badu   'Cause you wanna steal this good music   Put me out of business, now you lose it      Tomorrow, don't you worry 'bout tomorrow   That shit never come   This is very hard to swallow   Get your ass up, man   Keep your hand up on that throttle   You better ride all day, ride all night   Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow      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 angel      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      Tomorrow, don't you worry 'bout tomorrow   That shit never come   This is very hard to swallow   Get your ass up, man   Keep your hand up on that throttle   I'ma ride all day, ride all night   Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow      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 one   While y'all countin sheep, I'm countin' Benja-mons      Up on my feet at the break of the sun   President of the Gangster Nation   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 them   Askin' me about my urban spins   And if I got about a thousand of them   I'm a great MC accordin' to them, fuck that      Tomorrow, don't you worry 'bout tomorrow   That shit never come   This is very hard to swallow   Get your ass up, man   Keep your hand up on that throttle   We're gon' ride all night, ride all night   Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow      (All hail to the West coast, I am the grand wizard)   This is very hard to swallow   (The West coast warlord, the future is today)   Keep your hand up on that throttle   (Get your grind on, mayne, get your grind on, mayne)   (Get your grind on)   Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow