Aquarius   And my name is Larry      There's so many rappers in love   On the radio   There's so many fake ass thugs   On the radio      Listen 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   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 9-1-1 rappers waving white flags   But me I keeps it gutter, just like before   I'mma 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 erotic      But if it ain't ruff, it ain't me   And I refuse to turn R-A-P, in R and B   You went from Hardcore to pop   Just to be on top   I give Cool J his props and thats where it stops   Connect Gang Nigga      There's so many rappers in love   On the radio   There's so many fake ass thugs   On the radio      There's so many rappers in love   On the radio   There's so many fake ass thugs   On the radio      The pussy gets cream   Real niggas ain't simpin', oh no   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   Wit bull shit messages and tite ass vests   Fuck hip hop, y'all needa call it simp hop   Sock that bitch in the back of her head and take the cock      Hoe 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 wit wimp bitch men   I'mma fuck you snuff heads up      Soft niggas get the gay channel   When I slap an R and 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      There's so many rappers in love   On the radio   There's so many fake ass thugs   On the radio      There's so many rappers in love   On the radio   There's so many fake ass thugs   On the radio      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   I'm 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   I'm buyin' two drinks, fuck you skanks   Both of 'em mine, what chu think      I gets full of liquor, and 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      There's so many rappers in love   On the radio   There's so many fake ass thugs   On the radio      There's so many rappers in love   On the radio   There's so many fake ass thugs   On the radio      Hey 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