Aquarius hahahaha and my name is Larry
Theres so many rappers in love
On the radio
Theres so many fake ass thugs
On the radio
Lisin up mothaf**kas
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 this soft shit just to please a bizitch
And some of ya'll is street and know the gangsta mode
Its like this f**k a b***h
And thats the G code
We used to sell raw kill and give toe tag
Now ever since 9-11 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***h especially if u got it
Her suckin you u f**kin her
Gettin freaky and erotic
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
Theres so many rappers in love
On the radio
Theres so many fake ass thugs
On the radio
Theres so many rappers in love
On the radio
Theres so many fake ass thugs
On the radio
The p***y gets cream
Real niggas aint simpin Oh NO
Im sick of niggas trick niggas throw my radio in a ditch n***a cause all i hear is b***h niggas
Fake ass R&B thugs in hot ass sweaters wit bull shit messages and tite ass vests
F**k hip hop yall needa call it simp hop
Sock that b***h in the back of the head and take the cock
Hoe shut up im bout to loc the f**k up
And if i hear another n***a in love im throwin up
Load it up pick the gun up
Im fed up cause radio wit wimp b***h men imma f**k u snuff heads up
Soft niggas get the gay channel when i slap an R&B thug off his mothaf**kin piano
DJ's need to let the ghetto back in the club
Theres too many fake ass thugs too many rappers in love
Mothaf**kin stick-pussys
Theres so many rappers in love
On the radio
Theres so many fake ass thugs
On the radio
Theres so many rappers in love
On the radio
Theres so many fake ass thugs
On the radio
You used to be hardcore
What the f**k you lookin hard for n***a standin on a par four
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 b***h that you run into
Tryna show every hoe how fly you are
You's a mothaf**kin fool if you buy the bar
Im buyin two drinks f**k you skanks
Both of em mine what chu think
I gets full of liquore and pound a stripper
You gets drunk n***a pull up wit her
Drivin yo shit like its her shit
Under the surface you like her b***h
Make a n***a sick to his stomach
Theres so many rappers in love
On the radio
Theres so many fake ass thugs
On the radio
Theres so many rappers in love
On the radio
Theres 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 jus love poetry
I love you
