You'd always take the backroads Straight shot... two lanes where the trees all look the same Dying to escape the deafening roar of the rumbling city trains Beachtown bound in May And every time that your world got strange You'd exit through the bedroom window Your daddy's keys in your hand You'd find that old black car And speed off into the saline dark Burning your tires... Running the lights like nothin' While you're riding around your beach town every night While you question your life... Will it amount up to something? When will ya learn it's a long slow burning fight? And you always fought me on this But I can't bear watching it When I reach out my hand you just slap it away again Must I remind you? I'm just trying to help Pull you out of your shell... pull you outta yourself But every time that the autumn came The exodus would leave you lonely And then the winter rain would shut you in for days I got a call in the night... they found that old black car by the inlet They said you left no trace Nobody knew where ya'd gone But I knew it wouldn't be long Til you'd keep Burning your tires... Running the lights like nothin' While you're riding around your beach town every night While you question your life... Will it amount up to something? When will ya learn it's a long slow burning fight? When will you learn it's a long slow burn?

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