Pockets - So Many Rappers in Love lyrics

[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 a** thugs On the radio [Mack 10] Listen up motherf**ers This is Mack 1-0, to all these n***as on the radio simpin to these hoes What happened to the thugs, d** and G hits? Talkin all the soft sh** just to please a Biz-Nitch And some of y'all is street and know the gangsta mode It's like this, f** a b**h And that's the G code We used to sell raw k** 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**h, especially if you got it Her s**in you, you f**in 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 n***a) [Hook] It's so many rappers in love On the radio It's so many fake a** thugs On the radio It's so many rappers in love On the radio It's so many fake a** thugs On the radio [W.C.] The p**y gets cream Real n***as ain't simpin, Oh noooo!! I'm sick of n***as, trick n***as throw my radio in a ditch n***a, cause all I hear is b**h n***as Fake a** R&B thugs in hot as sweaters, with bullsh** messages and tight a** vests f** hip hop, y'all need to call it simp hop Sock that b**h in the back of her head and take the co*k Ho shut up, I'm bout to load the f** up And if I hear another n***a in love I'm throwin up Load it up, pick the gun up I'm fed up, cause radio with wimp b**h men, I'mma f** you snuff heads up Soft n***as 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 [Hook] It's so many rappers in love On the radio It's so many fake a** thugs On the radio It's so many rappers in love On the radio It's so many fake a** thugs On the radio [Ice Cube] You used to be hardcore What the f** you lookin hard for n***a standin on the park fo' Wit yo golf club rappers Get off d**, extasy is turnin n***as into soft thugs Wit all these promises, showin straight b**hes where yo mama live I know what time it is I'm the game lord, here to punish you For lyin to every b**h that your runnin to Tryna show every ho 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 chu think I gets full of liquor, pound a stripper You gets drunk n***a, pull up wit her Drivin yo sh**, like it's her sh** Under the surface, you like her b**h Make a n***a sick to his stomach [Hook] It's so many rappers in love On the radio It's so many fake a** thugs On the radio It's so many rappers in love On the radio It's so many fake a** 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