Thank God

I do gangsta rap. They wanna blame the world problems on gangsta rap.
t’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

{1st verse}
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’mma do it my way, from here to Zimbabwe
It’s too hot today
F*** what you got to say
F*** 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 him mad
He might tear the fucking door off
Take all his calls, and don’t try to blow off
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
Stop lookin’ for the best rapper
God damn, here he is

{Chorus}
(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

{Verse 2}
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 niggas 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’
Rich as Phillip Drummond
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 nigga in the mink
(Don’t trip)

{Chorus}
(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

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 won’t 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’mma keep it one hun’ed
Ya’ll promise me you won’t T.R.I.P
Or I’mma have to hit your ass with a 2 piece
Hit you with some rice and two more sides
Don’t you know my niggas turn haters in the mash poetatus
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 (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

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’