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Ice Cube
Aquarius, hahahaha, and my name is Larry
Chorus
Theres so many rappers in love
On the radio
Theres so many fake as* thugs
On the radio
Mack 10
Lisin up mothafkas
This is Mack one o, to all these on the radio simpin to these hoes
What happened to the thugs, drugs and G hits
Talkin all the soft s**t just to please a BiZ-Nitch
And some of all is street and know the gangsta mode
Its like this, fk a b*tch
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 b*tch, especially if u got it
Her suckin you, u fkin 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 hardc*re to pop
Just to be on top
I give Cool J his props and thats where it stops
ice cube
(Connect Gang nigg*)
Chorus
x2
W.C.
The p*ssy gets cream
Real aint simpin, Oh NO!
Im sick of , trick throw my radio in a ditch, nigg*, cause all i hear is b*tch
Fake as* R&B thugs in hot as sweaters, wit bull s**t messages and tite as* vests
fk hip hop, yall needa call it simp hop
Sock that b*tch in the back of her head and take the c*ck
Hoe shut up, im bout to load the fk up
And if i hear another nigg* in love im throwin up
Load it up, pick the gun up
Im fed up, cause radio wit wimp b*tch men, imma fk u snuff heads up
Soft get the gay channel, when i slap an R&B thug off his mothafkin piano
DJ's need to let the ghetto back in the club
Theres too many fake as* thugs, too many rappers in love
Mothafkas stiff p*ssys
chorus
x2
Ice Cube
You used to be hardc*re
What the fk you lookin hard for nigg* standin on the golf course
Wit yo golf club rappers
Get off drugs, xtasy is turnin into soft thugs
Wit all these promises, showin straight girls where yo mama live
I know what time it is
Im the game lord, here to punish you
For lyin to every b*tch that your runnin to
Tryna show every hoe how fly you are
You's a mothafkin fool if you buy the bar
Im buyin two drinks, fk you sk*nks
Both of em mine, what chu think
I gets full of liquore, and pound a stripper
You gets drunk nigg*, pull up wit her
Drivin yo s**t, like its her s**t
Under the surface, you like her b*tch
Make a nigg* 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