So Many Rappers In Love

Aquarius
And my name is Larry

It's so many rappers in love, on the radio
It's so many fake ass thugs, on the radio

Listen up motherfuckers, this is Mack 1-0
To all these niggas on the radio simpin' to these hoes
What happened to the thugs, drugs and G hits
Talkin' all this soft shit just to please a pece
And some of y'all is street and know the gangsta mode
It's like this, fuck a bitch and that's the G code
We used to sell raw, kill and give toe tags
Now ever since 9/11 rappers wavin' white flags
But me I keep it gutter, just like before
I'm a warrior, so I stay prepared for war
Ain't nothin' wrong with spoilin' a bitch especially if you got it
Her suckin' you, you fuckin' her, gettin' freaky and erotic
But if it ain't rough, it ain't me
And I refuse to turn R-A-P into 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
Connect gang nigga

It's so many rappers in love, on the radio
It's so many fake ass thugs, on the radio
(Suckers never play)
It's so many rappers in love, on the radio
It's so many fake ass thugs, on the radio

The pussy is free, 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 ass R&B thugs in hot ass sweaters
With bullshit messages and tight ass vests
Fuck hip-hop, y'all need to call it simp pop
Sock that bitch in the back of the head and take the cock
Hoe shut up, I'm 'bout to loc the fuck 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 the whip bitch made to fuck you sluts heads up
Soft niggas get the gay channel
When I slap a R&B thug off his motherfuckin' piano
DJ's need to let the ghetto back in the club
There's too many fake ass thugs, too many rappers in love
Motherfuckers stick pussies

It's so many rappers in love, on the radio
It's so many fake ass thugs, on the radio
(Suckers never play)
It's so many rappers in love, on the radio
It's so many fake ass thugs, on the radio

You used to be hardcore
What the fuck you lookin' hard for nigga, standin' on the par four
With your golf clubs, rappers get off drugs
Ecstasy is turnin' niggas into soft thugs
With all these promises
Showin' straight bitches where your momma live, I know what time it is
I'm the game lord, here to punish you
For lyin' to every bitch that you runnin' to
Tryin' to show every hoe how fly you are
You's a motherfuckin' fool if you buy the bar
I'm buyin' two drinks, fuck you skanks
Both of 'em mine, what you thank
I gets full of liquor, clown a stripper
You gets drunk nigga, pull up with her
Drivin' your shit, like it's her shit
Under the surface, you like her bitch
Make a nigga sick to his stomach

It's so many rappers in love, on the radio
It's so many fake ass thugs, on the radio
(Suckers never play)
It's so many rappers in love, on the radio
It's so many fake ass thugs, on the radio

Hey baby, I used to be a gangsta 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' your kids
I love, I-I just love poetry
I love you