Thank God

I do gangsta rap They wanna blame the world problems on gangsta rap It's our fault 'cause motherfuckers is dying in Iraq It's our fault 'cause motherfuckers is starving in Africa It's gangsta rap fault that people are poor, can't get enough to fucking eat or live their life That's rap music fault It's rap music fault that we got all these goddamn laws and restrictions and shit we can't do They blame it all on us I'm blamin' them motherfuckers for gangsta rap Because if they didn't create these kind of conditions, I wouldn't have shit to rap about. You know what I mean A'right, a'right, everybody back up, star status comin' through The man is in the building Don't touch him, don't look at him, and don't ask to take a picture {Verse 1} I walks in, with that California swagger With the attitude that it ain't nothin' badder Now, you can call me rapper, or you can call me mister Big money trapper, fuckin' with your sister I'mma do it my way, from here to Zimbabwe It's too hot today Fuck what you got to say Fuck if you mad at me, better go change your battery Ain't gon' take my sunshine, like I hit the lottery Ah, he's a show off, a hot head go off Yeah Don't make him mad, he might tear the fucking door off Take all his calls, and don't try to blow off 'Cause one of his people, might cut your fucking toe off Ice Cube, baby, make you take him serious Everything I say, ends with a period Everything I do, ends with you curious Stop lookin' for the best rapper?goddamn, here he is {Chorus} Thank God Thank God The Gangsta's back Thank God Thank God The Gangsta's back Thank God Thank God The Gangsta's back And we ain't gotta put up with this brainless rap So thank God Thank God The Gangsta's back You better Thank God Thank God The Gangsta's back You better Thank God Thank God The Gangsta's back And we ain't gotta put up with this brainless rap Post-Chorus Comin' live from Los Angeles I know you hate to see me comin' I know, I know I know you sayin' a little something I know, I know I know your mouth is still runnin' I know, I know All smiles when I come in {Verse 2} When I step up in the spot, Is he a thug or not Is he a juggernaut No, I'm an astronaut Nose all in the clouds, y'all think I'm too proud Got to stay above the crowd?How you fuckers like me now Some of y'all start to smile, some of y'all start to frown Some of y'all back up, 'fore a nigga start to clown Now I gotta act up, kinda like Bobby Brown Better call for back up, when I shut this lobby down When will you realize the cycle will continue Do commercials for Haterade?Boy, is it in you Hate to see me comin', rich as Phillip Drummond Me and my lady, Superman and Wonder Woman He think he the shit, the shit think he me So come smell mine, I bet it don't stink I am the link, the food and the drink The color in the Kool-Aid, the nigga in the mink Don't trip {Chorus} Thank God Thank God The Gangsta's back Thank God Thank God The Gangsta's back You better Thank God Thank God The Gangsta's back And we ain't gotta put up with this brainless rap So thank God Thank God The Gangsta's back You better Thank God Thank God The Gangsta's back Thank God Thank God The Gangsta's back And we ain't gotta put up with this brainless rap Post-Chorus I know, I know I know you hate to see me comin' I know, I know I know you sayin' a little something I know, I know I know your mouth is still runnin' I know, I know All smiles when I come in Thank God that The Gangsta's back Scratched {Verse 3} Now when will they realize, they'll never stop me They call me arrogant, they call me cocky Just because, I won't let 'em jock me They wanna whoop my ass, but this ain't Rocky I'm hot as a hibachi, Star Child cometh And I promise y'all I'mma keep it one hun'ed Y'all promise me you won't T-R-I-P Don't trip Or I'mma have to hit your ass with a 2 piece Hit you with some fries and two more sides Don't you know my niggas turn haters in the mash potatoes I'm the macaroni with the cheese, nigga please When you see me on the red carpet, down on your knees {Chorus} Thank God Thank God The Gangsta's back Thank God Thank God The Gangsta's back You better Thank God Thank God The Gangsta's back And we ain't gotta put up with this brainless rap So thank God Thank God The Gangsta's back Thank God Thank God Thank God The Gangsta's back You better Thank God Thank God The Gangsta's back And we ain't gotta put up with this brainless rap Post-Chorus I know, I know I know you hate to see me comin' I know, I know I know you sayin' a little something I know, I know I know your mouth is still runnin' I know, I know All smiles when I come in