Thank God Ice Cube

[Intro]
I do gangsta rap
They wanna blame the world problems on gangsta rap
It's our fault 'cause motherfuckers is dying in Iraq
It's our fault 'cause motherfuckers is starving in Africa
It's gangsta rap fault that people are poor, can't get enough to fucking 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 shit we can't do
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 the 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'mma 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 him mad, he might tear the fucking door off
Take all his calls, and don't try to blow off
'Cause one of his people, might cut your fucking toe off
Ice Cube, baby, make you take him serious
Everything I say, ends with a period
Everything I do, ends with you curious
Stop lookin' for the best rapper—goddamn, here he is