Song Lyrics

[Ice Cube]
Aquarius, hahahaha, and my name is Larry

[Chorus]
It's so many rappers in love
on the radio
It's so many fake a** thugs
on the radio

[Mack 10]
Listen up motherf***ers
This is Mack 1-0, to all these n****z on the radio simpin to these hoes
What happened to the thugs, drugs and G hits?
Talkin' all the soft s*** just to please a Biz-nitch
And some of why'all is street and know the gangsta mode
It's like this, f*** a b****
And that's the G code
We used to sell raw kill and give toe tag
Now ever since 9-11 rappers wave a white flags
But me I keeps it gutter, just like before
I'm a warrior so I stay prepared for war
Ain't nuttin' wrong wit spoilin' a b****, especially if you got it
Her suckin' you, you f***in her
Gettin' freaky and erotic
But if it ain't ruff, it ain't me
And I refuse to turn are-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 N****)

[Chorus x2]

[W.C.]
The p**** gets cream
Real n****z ain't simpin, Oh noooo!!
I'm sick of n****z, trick n****z throw my radio in a ditch
n****, cause all I hear is b**** n****z
Fake a** R&B thugs in hot as sweaters, with bulls*** messages and tight a** vests
F*** hip hop, why'all need to call it simp hop
Sock that b**** in the back of her head and take the c***
Hoe shut up, I'm bout to load the f*** up
And if I hear another n**** in love I'm throwin' up
Load it up, pick the gun up
I'm fed up, cause radio with wimp b**** men, I'mma f*** you snuff heads up
Soft n****z get the gay channel, when I slap an R&B thug off his motherf***in piano
DJ's need to let the ghetto back in the club
There's too many fake a** thugs, too many rappers in love
Mothaf***ers stiff pussies

[Chorus x2]

[Ice Cube]
You used to be hardcore
What the f*** you lookin' hard for n**** standin' on the park fo'
Wit yo golf club rappers
Get off drugs, ecstasy is turnin' n****z into soft thugs
Wit all these promises, showin' straight b****es where yo mama live
I know what time it is
I'm the game lord, here to punish you
For lyin' to every b**** that your runnin' to
Tryna show every hoe how fly you are
You's a motherf***in fool if you buy the bar
I'm buyin two drinks, f*** you skanks
Both of em mine, what you think
I gets full of liquor, pound a stripper
You gets drunk n****, pull up wit her
Drivin' yo s***, like it's her s***
Under the surface, you like her b****
Make a n**** sick to his stomach

[Chorus x2]

[WC]
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 just love poetry
I love you

Claudio Robles, Dedrick D'mon Rolison, O'shea Jackson, Rashad Coes, William Calhoun