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 10, Too all these niggaz 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 bitch, And some of y'all are street, and know the gansta mode, It's like this, Fuck a bitch and that's the G code, We use to sell, raw, kill and get pro-tag And now ever since 9/11 rappers wavin' white flags, But me I keeps it gutta, just like before, I'm a warrior so I stay prepared for war, Aint nuthin' wrong with sportin' a bitch, especially if you got it, Her suckin' you, you fuckin' her, getting 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, It's so many rappers in love on the radio, It's so many fake ass thugs on the radio The pussy can scream... real niggaz ain't simpin' oh no, I'm sick of niggaz, trick niggaz, Throw my radio in a ditch nigga, Cuz all I hear is bitch niggaz, fake ass R&B thugs in hot ass sweaters, With bullshit messages and tight ass vests, Fuck hip hop, ya'll need to call it simp pop, Slap that bitch in the back of the head and take the cock, Hoe shut up, I am about to load the fuck up, And if hear another nigga in love I'm throwin' up, Load up, pick the gun up, I'm fed up, cause radio went bitch made, Fuck them sluts heads up, Soft niggaz get the game channel when I slap a R&B thug off his motherfuckin' piano, DJs need to let the ghetto back in the club, too many fake ass thugs, too many rappers in love motherfuckin' stick pussys It's so many rappers in love on the radio, It's so many fake ass thugs on the radio, It's so many rappers in love on the radio, It's so many fake ass thugs on the radio You use to be hard-core, what the fuck u looking hard for nigga, Standin' on the car floor, with your golf clubs, Rappers get off drugs, ecstasy niggaz into soft thugs, With all these promises, showin' bitches where your momma live, I know what time it is, I'm the game lord, here you punish you, lyin' to every bitch you run into, Tryin to every hoe how fly you, you're motherfuckin' fool if you're by the bar, I'm buyin' two drinks, fuck you skanks, both of them mine, what you think, 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're like purpose, Make nigga sick to his stmach It's so many rappers in love on the radio, It's so many fake ass thugs on the radio, It's so many rappers in love on the radio, It's so many fake ass thugs on the radio Hey baby, I use to be a gangsta rapper, but right now I like flowers, I love watching birds in the park, I love taking long walks in the park, I just love you, I love watching your kids, I love, I just love poetry I love you…