So Many Rappers In Love

Aquarius And my name is Larry There's so many rappers in love On the radio There's so many fake a*s thugs On the radio Listen up mothaf**kas This is Mack one o, to all these niggas On the radio simpin' to these hoes What happened to the thugs, drugs and G hits Talkin' all the soft shit just to please a Biz-Nitch And some of all is street And know the gangsta mode It's like this, f**k a bitch And that's 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 I'mma warrior so I stay prepared for war Ain't nuttin' wrong wit spoilin' a bitch Especially if you got it Her s*ckin' you, you f**kin' her Gettin' freaky and erotic But if it ain't ruff, it ain't me And I refuse to turn R-A-P, in R and B You went from Hardcore to pop Just to be on top I give Cool J his props and thats where it stops Connect Gang Nigga There's so many rappers in love On the radio There's so many fake a*s thugs On the radio There's so many rappers in love On the radio There's so many fake a*s thugs On the radio The pus*y gets cream Real niggas ain't simpin', oh no I'm sick of niggas, trick niggas Throw my radio in a ditch, nigga 'Cause all I hear is bitch niggas Fake a*s R&B thugs in hot as sweaters Wit bull shit messages and tite a*s vests f**k hip hop, y'all needa call it simp hop Sock that bitch in the back of her head and take the cock Hoe shut up, I'm bout to load the f**k up And if I hear another nigga in love I'm throwin' up Load it up, pick the gun up I'm fed up, cause radio wit wimp bitch men I'mma f**k you snuff heads up Soft niggas get the gay channel When I slap an R and B thug off his mothaf**kin' piano DJ's need to let the ghetto back in the club Theres too many fake a*s thugs, too many rappers in love Mothaf**kas stiff pus*ys There's so many rappers in love On the radio There's so many fake a*s thugs On the radio There's so many rappers in love On the radio There's so many fake a*s thugs On the radio You used to be hardcore What the f**k you lookin' hard for nigga Standin' on the golf course Wit yo golf club rappers Get off drugs, xtasy is turnin' niggas into soft thugs Wit all these promises, showin' straight Bitches where yo mama live I know what time it is I'm the game lord, here to punish you For lyin' to every bitch that your runnin' to Tryna show every hoe how fly you are You's a mothaf**kin' fool if you buy the bar I'm buyin' two drinks, f**k you skanks Both of 'em mine, what chu think I gets full of liquor, and pound a stripper You gets drunk nigga, pull up wit her Drivin' yo shit, like it's her shit Under the surface, you like her bitch Make a nigga sick to his stomach There's so many rappers in love On the radio There's so many fake a*s thugs On the radio There's so many rappers in love On the radio There's so many fake a*s thugs On the radio Hey 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 just love poetry I love you