Thank God

Written by：Ice Cube/Barry White/Bob Reif/Tom Brock/Hallway Productionz

I do gangsta rap

They wanna blame the world problems on gangsta rap

It's our fault cause mother****ers is dying in Iraq

It's our fault cause mother****ers is starving in Africa

It's gangsta rap fault that people are poor

Can't get enough to ****ing 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 mother****ers 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

Alright alright 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 ****ing with your sister

I'mma do it my way from here to Zimbabwe

It's too hot today

**** what you got to say

**** if you mad at me better go change your battery

Ain't go 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 ****ing door off

Take all his calls and don't try to blow off

Cuz one of his people might cut your ****ing 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

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 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 ****ing 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 bitches in the mink

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

Thank God

Thank God

Thank thank God the Gangsta's back

Thank God the Gangsta's back

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 hunted

Ya'll promise me you won't TRIP

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 into the mash poetatus

I'm the macaroni with the cheese bitch please

When you see me on the red carpet down on your knees

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