So Many Rappers In Love (Explicit) - Nate Dogg (奈特·道格)

Aquarius hahahaha and my name is Larry

(Chorus)

Theres so many rappers in love

On the radio

Theres so many fake a** thugs

On the radio

(Mack 10)

Lisin up mothaf**kas

This is Mack one o to all these niggas on the radio simpin to these hoes

What happened to the thugs *** and G hits

Talkin all this soft sh*t just to please a bizitch

And some of ya'll is street and know the gangsta mode

Its like this f**k a b**ch

And thats the G code

We used to sell raw kill and give toe tag

Now ever since 9-11 rappers waving white flags

But me i keeps it gutter just like before

Imma warrior so i stay prepared for war

Aint nuttin wrong wit spoilen a b**ch especially if u got it

Her suckin you u f**kin her

Gettin freaky and erotic

But if it aint ruff it aint 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 thats where it stops

(ice cube)

(Connect Gang Ni**a)

Theres so many rappers in love

On the radio

Theres so many fake a** thugs

On the radio

Theres so many rappers in love

On the radio

Theres so many fake a** thugs

On the radio

(W C )

The p**sy gets cream

Real niggas aint simpin Oh NO

Im sick of niggas trick niggas throw my radio in a ditch ni**a cause all i hear is b**ch niggas

Fake a** R&B thugs in hot a** sweaters wit bull sh*t messages and tite a** vests

F**k hip hop yall needa call it simp hop

Sock that b**ch in the back of the head and take the cock

Hoe shut up im bout to loc the f**k up

And if i hear another ni**a in love im throwin up

Load it up pick the gun up

Im fed up cause radio wit wimp b**ch men imma f**k u snuff heads up

Soft niggas get the gay channel when i slap an R&B thug off his mothaf**kin piano

DJ's need to let the ghetto back in the club

Theres too many fake a** thugs too many rappers in love

Mothaf**kin stick-pussys

Theres so many rappers in love

On the radio

Theres so many fake a** thugs

On the radio

Theres so many rappers in love

On the radio

Theres so many fake a** thugs

On the radio

(Ice Cube)

You used to be hardcore

What the f**k you lookin hard for ni**a standin on a par four

Wit yo golf club rappers

Get off *** xtasy is turnin niggas into soft thugs

Wit all these promises showin straight b**ches where yo mama live

I know what time it is

Im the game lord here to punish you

For lyin to every b**ch that you run into

Tryna show every hoe how fly you are

You's a mothaf**kin fool if you buy the bar

Im buyin two drinks f**k you skanks

Both of em mine what chu think

I gets full of liquore and pound a stripper

You gets drunk ni**a pull up wit her

Drivin yo sh*t like its her sh*t

Under the surface you like her b**ch

Make a ni**a sick to his stomach

Theres so many rappers in love

On the radio

Theres so many fake a** thugs

On the radio

Theres so many rappers in love

On the radio

Theres so many fake a** 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 jus love poetry

I love you