So Many Rappers in Love - Westside Connection
[Ice Cube]
Aquarius, hahahaha, and my name is Larry
[Chorus]
Theres so many rappers in love
On the radio
Theres so many fake ass thugs
On the radio
[Mack 10]
Lisin up mothaf_ckas
This is Mack one o, to all these n_ggas on the radio simpin to these hoes
What happened to the thugs, drugs and G hits
Talkin all the soft sh_t just to please a BiZ-Nitch
And some of all is street and know the gangsta mode
Its like this, f_ck a b_tch
And thats the G code
We used to sell raw kill and give toe tag
Now ever since 9-1-1 rappers waving white flags
But me i keeps it gutter, just like before
Imma warrior so i stay prepared for war
Aint nuttin wrong wit spoilen a b_tch, especially if u got it
Her s_ckin you, u f_ckin her
Gettin freaky and earotic
But if it aint ruff, it aint me
And i refuse to turn R-A-P, in R&B
You went from H_rdcore to pop
Just to be on top
I give Cool J his props and thats where it stops
[ice cube]
(Connect Gang N_gga)
[Chorus]
[x2]
[W.C.]
The p_ssy gets cream
Real n_ggas aint simpin, Oh NO!
Im sick of n_ggas, trick n_ggas throw my radio in a ditch, n_gga, cause all i hear is b_tch n_ggas
Fake ass R&B thugs in hot as sweaters, wit bull sh_t messages and tite ass vests
F_ck hip hop, yall needa call it simp hop
Sock that b_tch in the back of her head and take the cock
Hoe shut up, im bout to load the f_ck up
And if i hear another n_gga in love im throwin up
Load it up, pick the gun up
Im fed up, cause radio wit wimp b_tch men, imma f_ck u snuff heads up
Soft n_ggas get the gay channel, when i slap an R&B thug off his mothaf_ckin piano
DJ's need to let the ghetto back in the club
Theres too many fake ass thugs, too many rappers in love
Mothaf_ckas stiff p_ssys
[chorus]
[x2]
[Ice Cube]
You used to be h_rdcore
What the f_ck you lookin hard for n_gga standin on the golf course
Wit yo golf club rappers
Get off drugs, xtasy is turnin n_ggas into soft thugs
Wit all these promises, showin straight b_tches where yo mama live
I know what time it is
Im the game lord, here to punish you
For lyin to every b_tch that your runnin to
Tryna show every hoe how fly you are
You's a mothaf_ckin fool if you buy the bar
Im buyin two drinks, f_ck you skanks
Both of em mine, what chu think
I gets full of liquore, and pound a stripper
You gets drunk n_gga, pull up wit her
Drivin yo sh_t, like its her sh_t
Under the surface, you like her b_tch
Make a n_gga sick to his stomach
[Chorus]
[x2]
A baby, i used to be a gangster rapper
But right now, i like flowers, i love watchin birds in the park
I love takin long walks in the park
I just love you
I love watchin yo kids
I love, i jus love poetry
I love you
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