I do gangsta Rap
They want to blame the world problems on Gangsta Rap
It's our fault,
Cause motherfuckers are dieing in Iraq
It's our fault,
Cause 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!

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 gon' 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
Cause 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)
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
(So thank God)
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 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

When I step up in the spot
Is he a thug or not
Is he a Juggernaut, no I'm a astronautic
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 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 nigga in the meat
(Don't trip)

(Thank God)
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
(So thank God)
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, 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)

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 y'all I'ma keep it one hun'ed
'Yall 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 niggas turn haters int' mash potatus
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 the gangsta's back
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 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, 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'

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): BARRY EUGENE WHITE, O'SHEA JACKSON, ROBERT NELSON RELF, TOM BROCK