Thank God Lyrics - Raw Footage - Ice Cube

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! 

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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. 

[Verse 1] 

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 

Lookin' for the best rapper 

God damn period. 

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[Chorus] 

(Thank God) 

Thank God The Gangsta's back (x3) 

And we don't gotta put up with this brainless rap 

(So thank God) 

Thank God The Gangsta's back (x3) 

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 

[Verse 2] 

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) 

[Chorus] 

(Thank God) 

Thank God The Gangsta's back (x3) 

And we don't gotta put up with this brainless rap 

(So thank God) 

Thank God The Gangsta's back (x3) 

And we don't gotta put up with this brainless rap 

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) 

[Verse 3] 

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 rice 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! 

[Chorus] 

(Thank God) 

Thank God The Gangsta's back (x3) 

And we don't gotta put up with this brainless rap 

(So thank God) 

Thank God The Gangsta's back (x3) 

And we don't gotta put up with this brainless rap 

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'