So Many Rappers In Love Lyrics & Chords By 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