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Ice Cube

O'Shea Jackson (born June 15, 1969), better known by his stage name Ice Cube, is an American rapper, record producer, actor, screenwriter, film producer, and director. He began his career as a member of the hip hop group C.I.A. and later joined the rap group N.W.A (Niggas With Attitudes). After lea… more »

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'

Written by: O'SHEA JACKSON, TOM BROCK, ROBERT NELSON RELF, BARRY EUGENE WHITE

Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group

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