[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 mothafuckas 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 Its like this, fuck a bitch 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 bitch, especially if u got it Her suckin you, u fuckin 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 Nigga)
[Chorus] [x2]
[W.C.] The pussy gets cream Real niggas aint simpin, Oh NO! Im sick of niggas, trick niggas throw my radio in a ditch, nigga, cause all i hear is bitch niggas Fake ass R&B thugs in hot as sweaters, wit bull shit messages and tite ass vests Fuck hip hop, yall needa call it simp hop Sock that bitch in the back of her head and take the cock Hoe shut up, im bout to load the fuck up And if i hear another nigga in love im throwin up Load it up, pick the gun up Im fed up, cause radio wit wimp bitch men, imma fuck u snuff heads up Soft niggas get the gay channel, when i slap an R&B thug off his mothafuckin piano DJ's need to let the ghetto back in the club Theres too many fake ass thugs, too many rappers in love Mothafuckas stiff pussys
[chorus] [x2]
[Ice Cube] You used to be hardcore What the fuck 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 Im 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 mothafuckin fool if you buy the bar Im buyin two drinks, fuck you skanks Both of em mine, what chu think I gets full of liquore, and pound a stripper You gets drunk nigga, pull up wit her Drivin yo shit, like its her shit Under the surface, you like her bitch Make a nigga 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