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Short, Short, up man?
Captain man check this out
I know you and B-Legit get in here
And get on this song right?
But y'all can't be talkin' bad Broads, man, you know?
Y'all in talkin' 'bout, "Suckin' this" and "Suckin' that"
Aww, shit, here come B up in his 600
Blowin' big weed, y'all be man

I blunts all day get keyed all night
Be the one to take flight if the smoke right
I'm tight, nicknamed Ike for the
It's baby and her mama, in a sauna

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 them party
a cute groupie, "Bitch meet me in the lobby"
You know how we do it, told her all her friends
Next weekend we do it all again

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

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

It's after midnight, can't the right women
Can't be slippin' while you're late night
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 went out, blow when I up
get to fuck 'cuz these hoes is ducks
Niggas like me need the lay on
From bad ass bitches who red bones

microphones, later count G's
Could spot a rat chasin' niggas with cheese
Please, put it on freeze, it suit me
What happened to the muthafuckin'

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

niggas gotta understand one thing man
Bitches don't love to be to like that
Y'all gotta break down be cool with a
Ya what I'm sayin'?
Show her some and shit, understand me?

I remember when the shit first
I used to fuck the dog shit out my fans
in the mornin' we hit the waffle spot
Then it's back to the telly for more cock

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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