Ice Cube - Thank God lyrics

I do gangsta rap they wanna blame the 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 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

I walks in, with that California swagger
With the 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 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
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
'Cause one of his people
Might cut your fucking toe off
Ice Cube, baby, make you take him serious
Everything I say, ends with a period
Everything I do, ends with you curious
Stop lookin' for the best rapper goddamn
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 ain't gotta put up
With this brainless rap
(So thank God) Thank God The Gangsta's back
(You better
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

Comin' live from Los Angeles
I know you hate to see me comin'
(I know, I know)
I know you sayin' a little something
(I know, I know)
I know your mouth is still runnin'
(I know, I know) all smiles when I come in

When I step up in the spot
"Is he a thug or not?"
"Is he a juggernaut?" No, I'm an 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
'fore a nigga start to clown
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
Do commercials for Haterade Boy
Is it in you? Hate to see me comin'
Rich as Phillip Drummond
Me and my lady, 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 color in the Kool-Aid
The nigga in the mink (Don't trip)

(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
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

(I know, I know)
I know you hate to see me comin'
(I know, I know)
I know you sayin' a little something
(I know, I know)
I know your mouth is still runnin'
(I know, I know) all smiles when I come in

Thank God that The Gangsta's back
(Scratched)

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 jock me
They wanna whoop my ass
But this ain't Rocky
I'm hot as a hibachi, Star Child cometh
And I promise y'all I'mma
Keep it one hun'ed
Y'all promise me you won't T-R-IP
(Don't trip)
Or I'mma have to hit your ass with a 2 piece
Hit you with some fries and two more sides
Don't you know my niggas turn
Haters in the mash potatoes
I'm the macaroni with the cheese
Nigga 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
(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
(Thank God
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

(I know, I know)
I know you hate to see me comin'
(I know, I know)
I know you sayin' a little something
(I know, I know)
I know your mouth is still runnin'
(I know, I know) all smiles when I come in