Aquarius
And my name is Larry

There's so many rappers in love
On the radio
There's so many fake *** thugs
On the radio

Listen up motha***kas
This is Mack one o, to all these *****s
On the radio simpin' to these hoes
What happened to the thugs, drugs and G hits
Talkin' all the soft **** just to please a Biz-Nitch

And some of all is street
And know the gangsta mode
It's like this, ***k a *****
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 *****
Especially if you got it
Her suckin' you, you ***kin' her
Gettin' freaky and ******

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 *****

There's so many rappers in love
On the radio
There's so many fake *** thugs
On the radio

There's so many rappers in love
On the radio
There's so many fake *** thugs
On the radio

The ***** gets cream
Real *****s ain't simpin', oh no
I'm sick of *****s, trick *****s
Throw my radio in a ditch, *****
'Cause all I hear is ***** *****s

Fake *** R&B thugs in hot as sweaters
Wit bull **** messages and ***e *** vests
***k hip hop, y'all needa call it simp hop
Sock that ***** in the back of her head and take the ****

Hoe shut up, I'm bout to load the ***k up
And if I hear another ***** in love I'm throwin' up
Load it up, pick the gun up
I'm fed up, cause radio wit wimp ***** men
I'mma ***k you snuff heads up

Soft *****s get the gay channel
When I slap an R and B thug off his motha***kin' piano
DJ's need to let the ghetto back in the club
Theres too many fake *** thugs, too many rappers in love
Motha***kas stiff *****s

There's so many rappers in love
On the radio
There's so many fake *** thugs
On the radio

There's so many rappers in love
On the radio
There's so many fake *** thugs
On the radio

You used to be hardcore
What the ***k you lookin' hard for *****
Standin' on the golf course
Wit yo golf club rappers
Get off drugs, xtasy is turnin' *****s into soft thugs

Wit all these promises, showin' straight
*****es where yo mama live
I know what time it is
I'm the game lord, here to punish you
For lyin' to every ***** that your runnin' to

Tryna show every hoe how fly you are
You's a motha***kin' fool if you buy the bar
I'm buyin' two drinks, ***k you skanks
Both of 'em mine, what chu think

I gets full of liquor, and pound a stripper
You gets drunk *****, pull up wit her
Drivin' yo ****, like it's her ****
Under the surface, you like her *****
Make a ***** sick to his stomach

There's so many rappers in love
On the radio
There's so many fake *** thugs
On the radio

There's so many rappers in love
On the radio
There's so many fake *** 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