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Short, Short, up man?
Captain man check this out
I know you and B-Legit finna get in
And get on this song right?
But y'all can't be talkin' bad 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, y'all be man

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

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

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

in the red said, "It's coo"
She gonna me some pussy and some head too
I trippin' 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 outside and I'm fo' sho' dat
And the ho she know where mo' at

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's after midnight, can't the right women
Can't be slippin' while late night pimpin'
Way too niggas got stuck like that
Waited too late fucked a rat

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

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

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

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

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

I remember when the first began
I used to the dog shit out my biggest fans
Four in the mornin' we hit the waffle
Then it's back to the telly for some cock

Shit was non-stop, choose too fast
There's a gang of more with way more ass
Up and down the hall the bad ass body
Groupies for the after party

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

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

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

But nowadays, you gotta watch your
Niggas savin' hoes to cut that out
So what they talkin' 'bout? They shoulda done came
I think they scared of a nigga with 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 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 these tramp

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

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