เนื้อเพลง So Many Rappers in Love - Westside Connection

[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 mothaf*ckas
This is Mack one o, to all these n*ggas on the radio simpin to these hoes
What happened to the thugs, drugs and G hits
Talkin all the soft sh*t just to please a BiZ-Nitch
And some of all is street and know the gangsta mode
Its like this, f*ck a b*tch
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 b*tch, especially if u got it
Her s*ckin you, u f*ckin 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 H*rdcore to pop
Just to be on top
I give Cool J his props and thats where it stops

[ice cube]
(Connect Gang N*gga)

[Chorus]
[x2]

[W.C.]
The p*ssy gets cream
Real n*ggas aint simpin, Oh NO!
Im sick of n*ggas, trick n*ggas throw my radio in a ditch, n*gga, cause all i hear is b*tch n*ggas
Fake ass R&B thugs in hot as sweaters, wit bull sh*t messages and tite ass vests
F*ck hip hop, yall needa call it simp hop
Sock that b*tch in the back of her head and take the cock
Hoe shut up, im bout to load the f*ck up
And if i hear another n*gga in love im throwin up
Load it up, pick the gun up
Im fed up, cause radio wit wimp b*tch men, imma f*ck u snuff heads up
Soft n*ggas get the gay channel, when i slap an R&B thug off his mothaf*ckin piano
DJ's need to let the ghetto back in the club
Theres too many fake ass thugs, too many rappers in love
Mothaf*ckas stiff p*ssys

[chorus]
[x2]

[Ice Cube]
You used to be h*rdcore
What the f*ck you lookin hard for n*gga standin on the golf course
Wit yo golf club rappers
Get off drugs, xtasy is turnin n*ggas into soft thugs
Wit all these promises, showin straight b*tches where yo mama live
I know what time it is
Im the game lord, here to punish you
For lyin to every b*tch that your runnin to
Tryna show every hoe how fly you are
You's a mothaf*ckin fool if you buy the bar
Im buyin two drinks, f*ck you skanks
Both of em mine, what chu think
I gets full of liquore, and pound a stripper
You gets drunk n*gga, pull up wit her
Drivin yo sh*t, like its her sh*t
Under the surface, you like her b*tch
Make a n*gga 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