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Short, Short, what's up
Captain man check this out
I you and B-Legit finna get in here
And get down on this right?
But y'all be talkin' bad about Broads, man, you know?
Y'all in here 'bout, "Suckin' this" and "Suckin' that"
Aww, shit, come B pullin' up in his 600
big weed, y'all be cool man

I blaze blunts all day get all night
Be the one to flight if the smoke ain't right
I'm tight, nicknamed Ike for the
It's baby and her mama, naked in a

Down with the 'cuz them flows be hard
Blue mink, and my St. Brenard
bad man all around Hoo-J
Tell me what the happened to the groupies

What happened to the
I thought was comin' through
To do everything we 'em to
Supposed to be all good they get here
Break niggas off, bitch we real

in the red said, "It's coo"
She gonna me some pussy and some head too
I ain't trippin' though, bitches takin' too long
I'm to call some other hoes on the phone

Tell 'em I'm a hog nigga, need a triple-X bitch down to
tricks switched the dick
There's outside and I'm fo' sho' dat
And the finest ho she know mo' at

Gotta that, nigga tuck my jewels
Can't be slippin' with a bitch, niggas know shit
Hit me at the room when the come
It be at 301 we callin' for

Where they at B-Legit they at?
Let bitches know theres some real playas back
Told her meet me in room 510 on the
If you do it right then I'll be back

Another showdown, in yo'
Let everybody you my ho now
I'm feelin' way too off the gin and juice
I'm 'bout to fuck my bitch and her too

Damn, see man y'all is trippin' man
Niggas this '98 y'all actin' like it's '88
Short cussin' and all bullshit
Check this out, see baby and them leavin'

Baby come here, c'mon, baby don't trip
Now just kick it for a lil' while, you know what I'm
I'll take you to to go eat after awhile
I'll make 'em stop trippin', don't even baby it's all good

I'm feelin' good, hooked up right
Before it's all over I'ma be in tight
Looked down at my hip to check my
Tryin' to me a bitch, fresh off the stage

ain't hungry, fuck them after party
Told a groupie, "Bitch meet me in the lobby"
You know how we do it, told her all her friends
Next weekend we gonna do it all

I said it out my on the mic real loud
We at the Holiday-Inn, 510
Bring all the bitches even if dikes
We hyped, hoes eatin' tonight

Seen her in my mug, peepin' my
Lookin' like she could take in the brain
We all champagne and green
I need a bitch like that on a pimp

It's after midnight, find the right women
Can't be slippin' while you're night pimpin'
Way too many niggas got stuck like
Waited too then fucked a rat

up in the mornin', mad as hell
With the wrong bitch, in the wrong
gave up when you first struck out
Now you tryna get the out

Man I was drunk when I out, blow when I woke up
Didn't get to fuck these hoes is ducks
Niggas like me the head lay on
bad ass bitches who prefer red bones

Rock microphones, later G's
Could always spot a rat niggas with cheese
Please, put it on freeze, it don't me
happened to the muthafuckin' groupies?

What happened? Nigga they all left, that's happened
muthafuckas gonna be sittin' around all night
Talkin' to other, oh, that's cool
got some muthafuckin' Playboy magazines
So I guess why y'all ain't trippin', check this out man

Y'all gotta understand one thing man
Bitches love to be talked to like that
Y'all gotta break be cool with a bitch
Ya know I'm sayin'?
her some caring and shit, understand me?

I when the shit first began
I used to fuck the dog out my biggest fans
Four in the mornin' we hit the waffle
Then it's to the telly for some more cock

Shit was non-stop, don't choose too
There's a gang of more bitches with way ass
Up and down the with the bad ass body
Groupies lookin' for the after

I used to be as fuck, get my dick sucked
On the of the tour bus with two or three sluts
Check into my suite, somethin' to eat
Knockin' at my door, another lil' freak

up the hall on the same flo'
You could stand in and run a train on the ho
Top-notch or rat, or fat
B-Legit, where all the at?

In the room with the tricks big faces
But they wanna know how the dick tastes
I used to get fucked, fall asleep, up
Kick the bitch out and a freak

But nowadays, you watch your route
Niggas savin' hoes to cut that out
So what they talkin' 'bout? They shoulda been done
I think they scared of a nigga with real game

What to the groupies? Don't point your finger
They're all backstage chasin' R and B
At the other concert, on the other of town
I a few hoes but they wasn't down

Where the at, I'ma ask y'all later
Probably out fuck basketball players
Silly hoes, got mansions
But we ain't tryna get into these tramp

Y'all is trippin' man
Y'all need to sit down and re-evaluate morals man
Y'all niggas too old for this shit

gonna be sittin' around in the club
Tryna figure out who goin' with ya old ass
You need to find ya a good
her up, get her a BMW
She got kids, only do what you do, her, "I got you"