Westside Connection Lyrics

Album: Terrorist Threats

So Many Rappers In Love Lyrics

[Ice Cube]

 Aquarius, hahahaha, and my name is Larry

 

 [Chorus]

 Theres so many rappers in love

 On the radio

 Theres 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 the soft shit just to please a BiZ-Nitch

 And some of all is street and know the gangsta mode

 Its like this, fuck a bitch

 And thats 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

 Imma warrior so i stay prepared for war

 Aint nuttin wrong wit spoilen a bitch, especially if u got it

 Her suckin you, u fuckin her

 Gettin freaky and earotic

 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

 

 [ice cube]

 (Connect Gang Nigga)

 

 [Chorus]

 [x2]

 

 [W.C.]

 The pussy gets cream

 Real niggas aint simpin, Oh NO!

 Im 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, yall needa call it simp hop

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

 Hoe shut up, im bout to load the fuck up

 And if i hear another nigga in love im throwin up

 Load it up, pick the gun up

 Im fed up, cause radio wit wimp bitch men, imma fuck u 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

 Theres too many fake ass thugs, too many rappers in love

 Mothafuckas stiff pussys

 

 [chorus]

 [x2]

 

 [Ice Cube]

 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

 Im 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

 Im 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 its her shit 

 Under the surface, you like her bitch

 Make a nigga sick to his stomach

 

 [Chorus]

 [x2]

 

 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 jus love poetry

 I love you