[Ice Cube]
Aquarius, hahahaha, and my name is Larry
[Hook]
It's so many rappers in love
On the radio
It's so many fake a** thugs
On the radio
[Mack 10]
Listen up motherf**ers
This is Mack 1-0, to all these n***as on the radio simpin to these hoes
What happened to the thugs, d** and G hits?
Talkin all the soft sh** just to please a Biz-Nitch
And some of y'all is street and know the gangsta mode
It's like this, f** a b**h
And that's the G code
We used to sell raw k** and give toe tag
Now ever since 9-11 rappers wave a white flags
But me I keeps it gutter, just like before
I'm a warrior so I stay prepared for war
Ain't nuttin wrong wit spoilin a b**h, especially if you got it
Her s**in you, you f**in her
Gettin freaky and earotic
But if it ain't ruff, it ain't me
And I refuse to turn R-A-P, in R&B
You went from hardcore to pop
Just to be on top
I give Cool J his props and that's where it stops
[Ice Cube]
(Connect Gang n***a)
[Hook]
It's so many rappers in love
On the radio
It's so many fake a** thugs
On the radio
It's so many rappers in love
On the radio
It's so many fake a** thugs
On the radio
[W.C.]
The p**y gets cream
Real n***as ain't simpin, Oh noooo!!
I'm sick of n***as, trick n***as throw my radio in a ditch
n***a, cause all I hear is b**h n***as
Fake a** R&B thugs in hot as sweaters, with bullsh** messages and tight a** vests
f** hip hop, y'all need to call it simp hop
Sock that b**h in the back of her head and take the co*k
Ho shut up, I'm bout to load the f** up
And if I hear another n***a in love I'm throwin up
Load it up, pick the gun up
I'm fed up, cause radio with wimp b**h men, I'mma f** you snuff heads up
Soft n***as get the gay channel, when I slap an R&B thug off his motherf**in piano
DJ's need to let the ghetto back in the club
There's too many fake a** thugs, too many rappers in love
Mothaf**ers stiff pussies
[Hook]
It's so many rappers in love
On the radio
It's so many fake a** thugs
On the radio
It's so many rappers in love
On the radio
It's so many fake a** thugs
On the radio
[Ice Cube]
You used to be hardcore
What the f** you lookin hard for n***a standin on the park fo'
Wit yo golf club rappers
Get off d**, extasy is turnin n***as into soft thugs
Wit all these promises, showin straight b**hes where yo mama live
I know what time it is
I'm the game lord, here to punish you
For lyin to every b**h that your runnin to
Tryna show every ho how fly you are
You's a motherf**in fool if you buy the bar
I'm buyin two drinks, f** you skanks
Both of em mine, what chu think
I gets full of liquor, pound a stripper
You gets drunk n***a, pull up wit her
Drivin yo sh**, like it's her sh**
Under the surface, you like her b**h
Make a n***a sick to his stomach
[Hook]
It's so many rappers in love
On the radio
It's so many fake a** thugs
On the radio
It's so many rappers in love
On the radio
It's so many fake a** thugs
On the radio
[WC]
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 just love poetry
I love you