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Short, Short, what's up
Captain man check this out
I you and B-Legit finna get in here
And get down on song right?
But y'all can't be 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 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 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 they was comin'
To do everything we 'em to
Supposed to be all good when 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 trippin' though, these bitches too long
I'm 'bout to call some other hoes on the

Tell 'em I'm a hog nigga, need a bitch down to stick
tricks switched the dick
There's hips and I'm fo' sho' dat
And the finest ho she know mo' at

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

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

showdown, in yo' town
Let know you my ho now
I'm feelin' way too cool off the gin and
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
cussin' and all this bullshit
Check this out, see baby and leavin' see?

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

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

Nigga ain't hungry, them after party
Told a cute groupie, "Bitch me in the lobby"
You know how we do it, told her all her friends
Next we gonna 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, hoes pussy tonight

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

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

up in the mornin', mad as hell
With the bitch, in the wrong hotel
Shoulda gave up when you first out
Now you get the fuck out

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

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

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

Y'all gotta understand one thing man
don't love to be talked to like that
Y'all gotta break down be with a bitch
Ya know I'm sayin'?
Show her some caring and shit, me?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Where the groupies at, I'ma ask later
Probably out fuck basketball players
hoes, rappers got mansions
But we ain't tryna get into these tramp

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

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