So Many Rappers In Love Lyrics - Terrorist Threats - Westside Connection

Aquarius 

And my name is Larry 

There's so many rappers in love 

On the radio 

There's so many fake ass thugs 

On the radio 

Listen 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 

It's like this, fuck a bitch 

And that's 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 

I'mma warrior so I stay prepared for war 

Ain't nuttin' wrong wit spoilin' a bitch 

Especially if you got it 

Her suckin' you, you fuckin' her 

Gettin' freaky and erotic 

But if it ain't ruff, it ain't me 

And I refuse to turn R-A-P, in R and B 

You went from Hardcore to pop 

Just to be on top 

I give Cool J his props and thats where it stops 

Connect Gang Nigga 

There's so many rappers in love 

On the radio 

There's so many fake ass thugs 

On the radio 

There's so many rappers in love 

On the radio 

There's so many fake ass thugs 

On the radio 

The pussy gets cream 

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 as sweaters 

Wit bull shit messages and tite ass vests 

Fuck hip hop, y'all needa call it simp hop 

Sock that bitch in the back of her head and take the cock 

Hoe shut up, I'm bout to load 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 wit wimp bitch men 

I'mma fuck you snuff heads up 

Soft niggas get the gay channel 

When I slap an R and 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 

There's so many rappers in love 

On the radio 

There's so many fake ass thugs 

On the radio 

There's so many rappers in love 

On the radio 

There'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 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 

I'm 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 

I'm buyin' two drinks, fuck you skanks 

Both of 'em mine, what chu think 

I gets full of liquor, and pound a stripper 

You gets drunk nigga, pull up wit her 

Drivin' yo shit, like it's her shit 

Under the surface, you like her bitch 

Make a nigga sick to his stomach 

There's so many rappers in love 

On the radio 

There's so many fake ass thugs 

On the radio 

There's so many rappers in love 

On the radio 

There's so many fake ass thugs 

On the radio 

Hey 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 just love poetry 

I love you