[Ice Cube]
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Aquarius, hahahaha, and my name is Larry
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[Chorus]
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Theres so many rappers in love
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On the radio
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Theres so many fake ass thugs
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On the radio
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[Mack 10]
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Lisin up mothafuckas
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This is Mack one o, to all these niggas on the radio simpin to these hoes
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What happened to the thugs, drugs and G hits
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Talkin all the soft shit just to please a BiZ-Nitch
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And some of all is street and know the gangsta mode
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Its like this, fuck a bitch
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And thats the G code
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We used to sell raw kill and give toe tag
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Now ever since 9-1-1 rappers waving white flags
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But me i keeps it gutter, just like before
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Imma warrior so i stay prepared for war
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Aint nuttin wrong wit spoilen a bitch, especially if u got it
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Her suckin you, u fuckin her
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Gettin freaky and earotic
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But if it aint ruff, it aint me
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And i refuse to turn R-A-P, in R&B
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You went from Hardcore to pop
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Just to be on top
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I give Cool J his props and thats where it stops
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[ice cube]
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(Connect Gang Nigga)
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[Chorus]
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[x2]
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[W.C.]
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The pussy gets cream
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Real niggas aint simpin, Oh NO!
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Im sick of niggas, trick niggas throw my radio in a ditch, nigga, cause all i hear is bitch niggas
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Fake ass R&B thugs in hot as sweaters, wit bull shit messages and tite ass vests
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Fuck hip hop, yall needa call it simp hop
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Sock that bitch in the back of her head and take the cock
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Hoe shut up, im bout to load the fuck up
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And if i hear another nigga in love im throwin up
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Load it up, pick the gun up
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Im fed up, cause radio wit wimp bitch men, imma fuck u snuff heads up
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Soft niggas get the gay channel, when i slap an R&B thug off his mothafuckin piano
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DJ's need to let the ghetto back in the club
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Theres too many fake ass thugs, too many rappers in love
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Mothafuckas stiff pussys
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[chorus]
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[x2]
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[Ice Cube]
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You used to be hardcore
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What the fuck you lookin hard for nigga standin on the golf course
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Wit yo golf club rappers
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Get off drugs, xtasy is turnin niggas into soft thugs
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Wit all these promises, showin straight bitches where yo mama live
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I know what time it is
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Im the game lord, here to punish you
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For lyin to every bitch that your runnin to
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Tryna show every hoe how fly you are
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You's a mothafuckin fool if you buy the bar
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Im buyin two drinks, fuck you skanks
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Both of em mine, what chu think
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I gets full of liquore, and pound a stripper
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You gets drunk nigga, pull up wit her
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Drivin yo shit, like its her shit
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Under the surface, you like her bitch
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Make a nigga sick to his stomach
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[Chorus]
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[x2]
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A baby, i used to be a gangster rapper
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But right now, i like flowers, i love watchin birds in the park
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I love takin long walks in the park
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I just love you
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I love watchin yo kids
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I love, i jus love poetry
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I love you
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So Many Rappers In Love
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Westside Connection |