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Short, Short, up man?
This Captain man this out
I you and B-Legit finna get in here
And get down on this song
But can't be talkin' bad about Broads, man, you know?
Y'all in talkin' 'bout, "Suckin' this" and "Suckin' that"
Aww, shit, come B pullin' up in his 600
Blowin' big weed, y'all be man

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

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

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

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

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

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

Where they at B-Legit where at?
Let bitches 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 is trippin' man
Niggas this '98 y'all actin' like it's '88
Short cussin' and all bullshit
Check this out, see and them leavin' see?

Baby here, c'mon, baby don't even trip
Now just kick it for a lil' while, you know what I'm
I'll take you to to go eat after awhile
I'll make 'em 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
Tryin' to find me a bitch, fresh off the

Nigga ain't hungry, fuck them party
Told a cute groupie, "Bitch me in the lobby"
You know how we do it, her bring all her friends
Next weekend we 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, eatin' pussy tonight

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

It's midnight, can't find the right women
Can't be slippin' you're late night pimpin'
Way too many niggas got stuck like
Waited too then fucked a rat

Wake up in the mornin', mad as
the wrong bitch, in the wrong hotel
Shoulda gave up 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 these hoes is
Niggas like me need the lay on
From bad ass bitches who red bones

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

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

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

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

Shit was non-stop, don't too fast
There's a gang of more 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 tour bus with two or three
Check into my suite, somethin' to eat
Knockin' at my door, 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 tricks big faces
But they wanna 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 savin' hoes need to cut out
So what they talkin' 'bout? They shoulda been done
I think 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 of town
I seen a few but they wasn't down

Where the groupies at, ask y'all 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 need to sit down and re-evaluate morals man
Y'all niggas gettin' too old for shit

Y'all gonna be sittin' around in the
figure out who goin' home with 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"