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So Many Rappers in Love

This song is by Westside Connection and appears on the album Terrorist Threats (2003).

(Ice Cube)
Aquarius, hahahaha, 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

(Mack 10)
Lisin 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 this soft shit just to please a bizitch
And some of y'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 9-11 rappers waving white flags
But me I keeps it gutter, just like before
Imma warrior so I stay prepared for war
Ain't nuttin wrong wit spoilen a bitch, especially if you got it
Her suckin you, u 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&B
You went from Hardcore to pop
Just to be on top
I give Cool J his props and that's where it stops

(Ice cube)
(Connect Gang Nigga)


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 ass 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 the head and take the cock
Hoe shut up, I'm bout to loc 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, imma fuck you snuff heads up
Soft niggas get the gay channel, when I slap an R&B thug off his mothafuckin piano
DJ's need to let the ghetto back in the club
There's too many fake ass thugs, too many rappers in love
Mothafuckin stick-pussys


(Ice Cube)
You used to be hardcore
What the fuck you lookin' hard for nigga 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
I'm the game lord, here to punish you
For lyin' to every bitch that you run into
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 liquore, 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


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

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