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Short, Short, up man?
This Captain man check out
I know you and B-Legit finna get in
And get on this song right?
But y'all be talkin' bad about 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 if the smoke ain't right
I'm tight, nicknamed Ike for the
It's baby and her mama, in a sauna

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

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

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

'em I'm a hog nigga, need a triple-X bitch down to stick
Turn tricks switched the
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' a bitch, niggas know that shit
Hit me at the room when the hoes
It be at 301 we callin' for

Where they at B-Legit where at?
Let these bitches know theres some 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 cool off the gin and
I'm 'bout to fuck my bitch and her too

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

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

I'm feelin' good, everything hooked up
Before all over I'ma be in som'n tight
Looked down at my hip to my pager
to find me a bitch, fresh off the stage

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

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

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

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

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

Man I was drunk when I went out, blow when I up
Didn't get to fuck 'cuz these hoes is
Niggas me need the head lay on
From bad ass bitches who red bones

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

happened? Nigga they all left, that's what happened
Y'all muthafuckas gonna be sittin' around all
Talkin' to each other, oh, that's
Y'all got muthafuckin' Playboy magazines
So I guess that's why 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 what I'm
Show her caring and shit, understand me?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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