I do gangsta rap They wanna blame world problems on gangsta rap It's our faul cuz motherfuckers is dyin' in Iraq It's our faul cuz motherfuckers is starvin' in Africa It's gangsta rap faul that people are pour can't get enough to fuckin' eat or live their life! That's rap music faul! It's rap music faul that we got all this goddamn laws and restriction and shit we can't do They blame it all on us I'm blamin' em for gangsta rap because if they didn't create this kind of condition 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 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 Lookin' for the best rapper God damn period Thank God The Gangsta's back Thank God The Gangsta's back Thank God The Gangsta's back And we don't gotta put up with this brainless rap Thank God The Gangsta's back Thank God The Gangsta's back 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 you saved a little something I know your mouth is still runnin' 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 gatorade Boy is it in you hate to see me comin' Riches full of drummin' 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 Thank God The Gangsta's back Thank God The Gangsta's back Thank God The Gangsta's back And we don't gotta put up with this brainless rap Thank God The Gangsta's back Thank God The Gangsta's back Thank God The Gangsta's back And we don't gotta put up with this brainless rap I know you hate to see me comin' I know you saved a little something I know your mouth is still runnin' All smiles when I'm comin' Thank God that The Gangsta's back 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 an 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 rice and two more sides Don't you know my niggers turn haters in the mash poetatus I'm the macaroni with the cheese nigger please when you see me on the red carpet, down on your knees Thank God The Gangsta's back Thank God The Gangsta's back Thank God The Gangsta's back And we don't gotta put up with this brainless rap Thank God The Gangsta's back Thank God The Gangsta's back Thank God The Gangsta's back And we don't gotta put up with this brainless rap I know you hate to see me comin' I know you saved a little something I know your mouth is still runnin' All smiles when I'm comin'