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Short, Short, what's up
This man check this out
I know you and B-Legit 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, here B pullin' up in his 600
Blowin' big weed, be cool man

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

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

What to the groupies
I they was comin' through
To do everything we '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 some pussy and head too
I trippin' 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
hips outside and I'm fo' sho' dat
And the ho she know where mo' at

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

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

showdown, in yo' town
Let everybody you my ho now
I'm feelin' way too cool off the gin and
I'm to fuck my bitch and her friend too

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

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

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

Nigga ain't hungry, them after party
Told a groupie, "Bitch meet me in the lobby"
You know how we do it, her bring all her friends
weekend we gonna 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, hoes eatin' 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

after midnight, can't find the right women
Can't be while you're late night pimpin'
Way too niggas got stuck like that
too late then fucked a rat

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

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

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

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

Y'all niggas gotta one thing man
Bitches don't to be talked to like that
Y'all gotta break be cool with a bitch
Ya know what I'm
Show her some caring and shit, me?

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

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

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

Right up the on the same flo'
You could in line and run a train on the ho
or rat, skinny or fat
B-Legit, where all the 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 bitch out and bump a

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

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

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

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

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