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Short, Short, what's up
This man check this out
I know you and finna get in here
And get on this song right?
But can't 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, be cool man

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

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

What to the groupies
I thought they was comin'
To do everything we 'em to
to be all good when 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, these bitches takin' too
I'm to call some other hoes on the phone

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

Gotta show that, nigga my jewels
be slippin' with a bitch, niggas know that shit
Hit me at the room the hoes come
It be at 301 we callin' for

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

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 niggas is man
Niggas this '98 y'all actin' it's still '88
Short and all this bullshit
Check out, see baby and them 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 Sizzler to go eat after
make 'em stop trippin', don't even trip 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 find me a bitch, fresh off the

Nigga ain't hungry, fuck them after
Told a 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 said it out my mouth on the mic real
We at the Holiday-Inn, 510
Bring all the even if they dikes
We hyped, eatin' pussy tonight

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

It's after midnight, can't the right women
Can't be slippin' while you're night pimpin'
Way too many niggas got like that
Waited too late 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 I went out, blow when I woke up
Didn't get to fuck 'cuz 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 chasin' with cheese
Please, put it on freeze, it don't me
happened to the muthafuckin' groupies?

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

Y'all gotta understand one thing man
Bitches don't to be talked to like that
Y'all gotta break be cool with a bitch
Ya what 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 spot
Then it's back to the telly for some more

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

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

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

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

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

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

Where the groupies at, I'ma ask later
Probably out fuck basketball players
Silly hoes, rappers got
But we tryna get into 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 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"