[Ice Cube]
Aquarius, hahahaha, and my name is Larry
[Chorus]
Theres so many rappers in love
On the radio
Theres so many fake a** thugs
On the radio
[Mack 10]
Lisin up mothaf**as
This is Mack one o, 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 all is street and know the gangsta mode
Its like this, f** a b**h
And thats the G code
We used to sell raw k** 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**h, especially if u got it
Her s**in you, u f**in 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 Hardcore to pop
Just to be on top
I give Cool J his props and thats where it stops
[ice cube]
(Connect Gang n***a)
[Chorus]
[x2]
[W.C.]
The p**y gets cream
Real n***as aint simpin, Oh NO!
Im 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, wit bull sh** messages and tite a** vests
f** hip hop, yall needa call it simp hop
Sock that b**h in the back of her head and take the co*k
Hoe shut up, im bout to load the f** up
And if i hear another n***a in love im throwin up
Load it up, pick the gun up
Im fed up, cause radio wit wimp b**h men, imma f** u snuff heads up
Soft n***as get the gay channel, when i slap an R&B thug off his mothaf**in piano
DJ's need to let the ghetto back in the club
Theres too many fake a** thugs, too many rappers in love
Mothaf**as stiff p**ys
[chorus]
[x2]
[Ice Cube]
You used to be hardcore
What the f** you lookin hard for n***a standin on the golf course
Wit yo golf club rappers
Get off d**, xtasy 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
Im the game lord, here to punish you
For lyin to every b**h that your runnin to
Tryna show every hoe how fly you are
You's a mothaf**in fool if you buy the bar
Im buyin two drinks, f** you skanks
Both of em mine, what chu think
I gets full of liquore, and pound a stripper
You gets drunk n***a, pull up wit her
Drivin yo sh**, like its her sh**
Under the surface, you like her b**h
Make a n***a 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