Thank God

I do gangsta rap

They wanna blame 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 this goddamn laws

and restriction and shit we can't do

They blame it all on us

I'm blamin' them for gangsta rap,

because if they didn't create this kind of condition

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

I walks in, with that California swagger

With that 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'ma 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 gonn take my sunshine, like I hit the lottery

Ah, he's a show off, a hot head go off

Yeah don't make he mad

He might tear the fucking door off

Take all his cars, and don't try to fall

Cuz one of his people, might cut your fucking toe off

Ice Cube baby, make you take him serious

Everthin' I say, ends with a period

Everthin' I do, ends with you curious

Lookin' for the best rapper

God damn period

(Thank God)

Thank God The Gangsta's back [x3]

And we don't gotta put up with this brainless rap

(So thank God)

Thank God The Gangsta's back [x3]

And we don't gotta put up with this brainless rap

Comin' live from Los Angeles

I know you hate to see me comin'

(I know, I know)

I know you saved a little something

(I know, I know)

I know your mouth is still runnin'

(I know, I know)

All smiles when I'm coming

When I step up in the spot

Is he a thug or not

Is he a jugganaught, no I'm a astronaught

Nose all in the clouds, Ya'll think I'm too proud

Got to stay above the crowd, How you fuckers like me now

Some of ya'll start to smile

Some of ya'll start to frown

Some of ya'll back up

All niggers start to clap

Now I gotta act up, kinda like Bobby Brown

Better call for back up, when I shut this lobby down

When will you realise the cycle will continue though

Commercials for gatorade

Boy is it in you

hate to see me comin'

Riches full of drummin' ??

Me and my ladies

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 colour in the Kool aid, the nigger in the meat

(Don't trip)

(Thank God)

Thank God The Gangsta's back

And we don't gotta put up with this brainless rap

(So thank God)

Thank God The Gangsta's back

And we don't gotta put up with this brainless rap

I know you hate to see me comin'

(I know, I know)

I know you saved a little something

(I know, I know)

I know your mouth is still runnin'

(I know, I know)

All smiles when I'm comin'

Thank God that The Gangsta's back [Scratched]

[3rd verse]

When will they realise, they'll never stop me

They call me arrogant

They call me cocky

Just because, I wont let them chop me

They want to whoop my ass, but this ain't Rocky

I'm as hot as an habotchi

Star child comin'

And I promise ya'll I'ma keep it one hun'ed

Ya'll promise me you wont T.R.I.P

Or I'ma have to hit your ass with a 2 piece

Hit you with some rice and two more sides

Don't you know my niggers turn haters in the mash poetatus

I'm the macaroni with the cheese nigger please

when you see me on the red carpet, down on your knees

[Chorus]

(Thank God)

Thank God The Gangsta's back

And we don't gotta put up with this brainless rap

(So thank God)

Thank God The Gangsta's back

And we don't gotta put up with this brainless rap

I know you hate to see me comin'

(I know, I know)

I know you saved a little something

(I know, I know)

I know your mouth is still runnin'

(I know, I know)

All smiles when I'm comin'