Tom Brock - Thank God lyrics

[Intro] I do gangsta rap. They wanna blame the world problems on gangsta rap. It's our fault cause motherf**ers is dying in Iraq. It's our fault cause motherf**ers is starving in Africa. It's gangsta rap fault that people are poor, can't get enough to f**ing eat or live their life. That's rap music fault. It's rap music fault that we got all these goddamn laws and restrictions and sh** we can't do. They blame it all on us. I'm blamin' them motherf**ers for gangsta rap. Because if they didn't create these kind of conditions, I wouldn't have sh** 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 {1st verse} 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, f**in' with your sister I'mma do it my way, from here to Zimbabwe It's too hot today f** what you got to say f** 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 him mad He might tear the f**ing door off Take all his calls, and don't try to blow off Cuz one of his people, might cut your f**ing toe off Ice Cube baby, make you take him serious Everthin' I say, ends with a period Everthin' I do, ends with you curious Stop lookin' for the best rapper God damn, here he is {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 Angeles 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 f**ers like me now Some of ya'll start to smile Some of ya'll start to frown Some of ya'll back up All n***as 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' Rich as Phillip Drummond Me and my ladies Superman and Wonder Woman He think he the sh**, the sh** 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 n***a in the mink (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 (Scratched) {3rd verse} When will they realise, they'll never stop me They call me arrogant They call me co*ky Just because, I won't let them chop me They want to whoop my a**, but this ain't Rocky I'm as hot as an habotchi Star child comin' And I promise ya'll I'mma keep it one hun'ed Ya'll promise me you won't T.R.I.P Or I'mma have to hit your a** with a 2 piece Hit you with some rice and two more sides Don't you know my n***as turn haters in the mash poetatus I'm the macaroni with the cheese n***a 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'