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Short, Short, up man?
This Captain man check out
I you and B-Legit finna get in here
And get on this song 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
Blowin' big weed, be cool man

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Another showdown, in yo'
Let know 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 still '88
Short cussin' and all this
this out, see baby and them leavin' see?

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

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

Nigga ain't hungry, fuck them party
Told a cute groupie, "Bitch me in the lobby"
You how we do it, told her bring all her friends
Next we gonna do it all again

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

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

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

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

Man I was when I went out, blow when I woke up
Didn't get to fuck 'cuz these is ducks
Niggas like me need the lay on
From bad ass bitches who prefer red

Rock microphones, count G's
Could always spot a rat niggas with cheese
Please, put it on freeze, it suit me
What happened to the groupies?

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

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

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

Shit was non-stop, choose too fast
There's a of more bitches with way more ass
Up and down the with the bad ass body
Groupies for the after party

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

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

In the room the tricks gettin' big faces
But they really wanna how the dick tastes
I used to get fucked, asleep, wake up
Kick the bitch out and a freak

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

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

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

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

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