Thank God

I do Gangsta Rap They want to blame the world problems on Gangsta Rap It's our fault Coz motherfuckers are dieing in Iraq It's our fault Coz motherfuckers is starving in Africa It's Gangsta Raps fault That people are poor Can't get enough to fucking eat or live their life (That's bullshit) That's rap musics fault It's rap musics fault We got all these god damn laws, and restrictions and shit we can't do (That's bullshit) 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 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 Coz 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 period (So 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 don't gotta put up with this brainless rap (So 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 don't gotta put up with this brainless rap Comin' live from Los Angleas 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 hatorade Boy is it in you Hate to see me comin' (?) 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 The Gangsta's back (Thank God) Thank God The Gangsta's back (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 (Thank God) Thank God The Gangsta's back (Thank God) Thank God The Gangsta's back And we don't gotta put up with this brainless rap (I know, I know) 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 (Crazy remix style) 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 a 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 fries and two more sides Don't you know my niggers turn haters int' mash potatus I'm the macaroni with the cheese nigger please When you see me on the red carpet, down on your knees! (So 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 don't gotta put up with this brainless rap (So 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 don't gotta put up with this brainless rap (I know, I know) 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'