[Ice Cube:]
I do gangsta rap.
They want to blame the world problems on gangsta rap.
It's our fault 'cause muthafuckers is dyin' in Iraq.
It's our fault 'cause muthafuckers is starvin' in Africa.
It's gangsta rap's fault that people are poor.
Can't get enough to fuckin' eat or live their life.
(That's bullshit.)
That's rap music's fault.
It's rap music's fault that we got all these god damn laws & restrictions & shit we can't do.
(Yeah, that's bullshit.)
They blame it all on us.
I'm blamin' them muthafuckers 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 & don't ask to take a picture.
[Verse 1: Ice Cube]
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.
Yeah & I'm a 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.
Oh, he's a show off, a hot head go off.
Yeah don't make he mad.
He might tear the fuckin' door off.
Take all his cars & don't try to fall.
'Cause one of his people might cut your fuckin' toe off.
Ice Cube baby, make him take you serious.
Everything I say ends with a period.
Everything I do ends with you curious.
Stop lookin' for the best rapper.
God damn period.
[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...
So Thank God.
Thank God the gangsta's back.
You better...
So Thank God.
Thank God the gangsta's back.
And we don't gotta put up with this brainless rap.
Comin' live from Los Angeles.
[Ice Cube:]
I know you hate to see me comin'.
I know. I know.
I know you sayin' a little somethin'.
I know. I know.
I know your mouth is still runnin'.
I know. I know.
All smiles when I'm comin'.
[Verse 2]: Ice Cube
When I step up in the spot
"Is he a thug or not?"
"Is he a Juggernaut?" No I'm a 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.
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 realize the cycle will continue through commercials for hatorade.
Boy is it in you hate to see me comin'?
Riches fill up drummin'.
Me & my ladies.
Superman & 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 & the drink.
The color in the Kool-Aid, the nigga in the meat.
Don't trip.
[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...
So Thank God.
Thank God the gangsta's back.
You better...
So Thank God.
Thank God the gangsta's back.
And we don't gotta put up with this brainless rap.
[Ice Cube:]
I know. I know.
I know you hate to see me comin'.
I know. I know.
I know you sayin' a little somethin'.
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)
[Verse 3: Ice Cube]
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 chop me.
They want to whip my ass, but this ain't Rocky.
I'm as hot as a habotchi.
Star child comin'.
And I promise y'all I'm a keep it one hun'ed.
Y'all promise me you won't T.R.I.P.
Or I'm a have to hit your ass with a 2-piece.
Hit you with some rice & 2 more sides.
Don't you know my niggas turn haters into 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.
You better...
So Thank God.
Thank God the gangsta's back.
You better...
So Thank God.
Thank God the gangsta's back.
And we don't gotta put up with this brainless rap.
[Ice Cube:]
I know. I know.
I know you hate to see me comin'.
I know. I know.
I know you sayin' a little somethin'.
I know. I know.
I know your mouth is still runnin'.
I know. I know.
All smiles when I'm comin'.
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