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    [Intro]

    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!

    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
    From http://6lyrics.com
    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.

    [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'

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