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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 on this song right?
But y'all can't be talkin' bad about Broads, man, you
Y'all in here 'bout, "Suckin' this" and "Suckin' that"
Aww, shit, here 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 flight if the smoke ain't
I'm tight, Ike for the drama
It's baby and her mama, naked in a

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

What to the groupies
I thought was comin' through
To do we want 'em to
to be all good when they get here
Break off, bitch 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 some other hoes on the phone

Tell 'em I'm a hog nigga, need a 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

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

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

Another showdown, in yo'
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 is trippin' man
Niggas this '98 y'all actin' like still '88
Short cussin' and all this
Check this out, see and them leavin' see?

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

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

Nigga ain't hungry, fuck them party
Told a groupie, "Bitch meet me in the lobby"
You how we do it, told her bring all her friends
Next 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 bitches even if they
We hyped, hoes eatin' pussy

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

It's after midnight, find 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
Shoulda gave up when you struck out
Now you tryna get the out

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

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

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

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

I remember when the shit first
I used to fuck the dog shit out my fans
Four in the we hit the waffle spot
Then it's to the telly for some 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 used to be wild as fuck, get my dick
On the back of the tour bus with two or sluts
into my suite, order somethin' to eat
Knockin' at my door, it's another freak

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

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

But nowadays, you watch your route
Niggas savin' need to cut that out
So they talkin' 'bout? 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 concert, on the other side of town
I a few hoes but they wasn't down

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

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

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