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Short, Short, what's up
This Captain man this out
I you and B-Legit finna get in here
And get down on this right?
But y'all can't be bad about Broads, man, you know?
in here talkin' 'bout, "Suckin' this" and "Suckin' that"
Aww, shit, here B pullin' up in his 600
big weed, y'all be cool man

I blaze blunts all day get keyed all
Be the one to take flight if the ain't right
I'm tight, Ike for the drama
It's baby and her mama, in a sauna

Down with the gang 'cuz them be hard
mink, Short and my St. Brenard
Super bad man all around
Tell me what the happened to the groupies

What to the groupies
I thought they was through
To do everything we 'em to
to be all good when they get here
Break niggas off, bitch we playas

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

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

Gotta show that, nigga my jewels
Can't be slippin' with a bitch, know that shit
Hit me at the room when the hoes
It be at 301 we for some

they at B-Legit where they at?
Let these know theres some real playas back
Told her me in room 510 on the mattress
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 and her friend too

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

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

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

Nigga ain't hungry, fuck after party
a cute groupie, "Bitch meet me in the lobby"
You know how we do it, her bring all her friends
Next weekend we do it all again

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

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

It's midnight, can't find the right women
Can't be slippin' you're late night pimpin'
Way too many niggas got stuck that
Waited too late fucked a rat

up in the mornin', mad as hell
With the wrong bitch, in the wrong
Shoulda gave up 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
like me need the head lay on
From bad ass bitches who prefer red

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

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

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

I remember 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 back to the for some more cock

was non-stop, don't choose too fast
There's a gang of more with way more ass
Up and down the hall with the bad ass
Groupies lookin' for the party

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

Right up the hall on the flo'
You stand in line and run a train on the ho
or rat, skinny or fat
B-Legit, where all the at?

In the room with the gettin' big faces
But they really wanna know how the dick
I used to get fucked, fall asleep, up
the bitch out and bump a freak

But nowadays, you gotta watch route
savin' hoes need to cut that out
So they talkin' 'bout? They shoulda been done came
I think they scared of a nigga with this real

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

Where the groupies at, ask y'all later
Probably out tryna basketball players
Silly hoes, rappers got
But we ain't tryna get these tramp bitches

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

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