Released: December 9, 2003
Songwriter: Ice Cube Mack 10 WC Rashad Coes Pockets
Producer: Rashad Coes Pockets
[Ice Cube]
Aquarius, hahahaha, and my name is Larry
[Hook]
It's so many rappers in love
On the radio
It's so many fake ass thugs
On the radio
[Mack 10]
Listen up motherfuckers
This is Mack 1-0, 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 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 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 bitch, especially if you got it
Her suckin you, you fuckin her
Gettin freaky and earotic
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)
[Hook]
It's so many rappers in love
On the radio
It's so many fake ass thugs
On the radio
It's so many rappers in love
On the radio
It's so many fake ass thugs
On the radio
[W.C.]
The pussy gets cream
Real niggas ain't simpin, Oh noooo!!
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, with bullshit messages and tight ass vests
Fuck hip hop, y'all need to call it simp hop
Sock that bitch in the back of her head and take the cock
Ho 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 with wimp bitch men, I'mma fuck you snuff heads up
Soft niggas get the gay channel, when I slap an R&B thug off his motherfuckin piano
DJ's need to let the ghetto back in the club
There's too many fake ass thugs, too many rappers in love
Mothafuckers stiff pussies
[Hook]
It's so many rappers in love
On the radio
It's so many fake ass thugs
On the radio
It's so many rappers in love
On the radio
It's so many fake ass thugs
On the radio
[Ice Cube]
You used to be hardcore
What the fuck you lookin hard for nigga standin on the park fo'
Wit yo golf club rappers
Get off drugs, extasy 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 ho how fly you are
You's a motherfuckin 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, 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
[Hook]
It's so many rappers in love
On the radio
It's so many fake ass thugs
On the radio
It's so many rappers in love
On the radio
It's so many fake ass thugs
On the radio
[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
Aquarius, hahahaha, and my name is Larry
[Hook]
It's so many rappers in love
On the radio
It's so many fake ass thugs
On the radio
[Mack 10]
Listen up motherfuckers
This is Mack 1-0, 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 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 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 bitch, especially if you got it
Her suckin you, you fuckin her
Gettin freaky and earotic
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)
[Hook]
It's so many rappers in love
On the radio
It's so many fake ass thugs
On the radio
It's so many rappers in love
On the radio
It's so many fake ass thugs
On the radio
[W.C.]
The pussy gets cream
Real niggas ain't simpin, Oh noooo!!
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, with bullshit messages and tight ass vests
Fuck hip hop, y'all need to call it simp hop
Sock that bitch in the back of her head and take the cock
Ho 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 with wimp bitch men, I'mma fuck you snuff heads up
Soft niggas get the gay channel, when I slap an R&B thug off his motherfuckin piano
DJ's need to let the ghetto back in the club
There's too many fake ass thugs, too many rappers in love
Mothafuckers stiff pussies
[Hook]
It's so many rappers in love
On the radio
It's so many fake ass thugs
On the radio
It's so many rappers in love
On the radio
It's so many fake ass thugs
On the radio
[Ice Cube]
You used to be hardcore
What the fuck you lookin hard for nigga standin on the park fo'
Wit yo golf club rappers
Get off drugs, extasy 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 ho how fly you are
You's a motherfuckin 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, 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
[Hook]
It's so many rappers in love
On the radio
It's so many fake ass thugs
On the radio
It's so many rappers in love
On the radio
It's so many fake ass thugs
On the radio
[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
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From the albums
- Terrorist Threats (2003)
- The Best of Westside Connection (2007)
Westside Connection popular songs
- Gangsta Nation
- Bow Down
- The Gangsta, the Killa and the Dope Dealer
- King of the Hill
- Westside Slaughterhouse
- Hoo-Bangin’ (WSCG Style)
- Cross ’Em Out and Put a ’K
- Do You Like Criminals?
- Gangstas Make the World Go Round
- Call 9-1-1
- All the Critics in New York
- Gangstas Don’t Dance (Insert)
- Westward Ho
- 3 Time Felons
- Bangin’
- You Gotta Have Heart
- Let It Reign
- It’z The Holidaze
- Bangin’ at the Party
- Don’t Get Outta Pocket
- Get Ignit
- Izm
- So Many Rappers in Love
- Terrorist Threats