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Short, Short, up man?
Captain man check this out
I know you and finna get in here
And get down on this song
But y'all 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
big weed, y'all 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, naked in a

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

What to the groupies
I thought was comin' through
To do everything we 'em to
Supposed to be all good when 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 ain't though, these bitches takin' too long
I'm 'bout to some other hoes on the phone

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

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

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

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

Damn, see man y'all niggas is man
Niggas this '98 actin' like it's still '88
Short cussin' and all this
Check this out, see baby and them leavin'

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

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

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

I said it out my mouth on the mic loud
We at the Holiday-Inn, 510
Bring all the even if they dikes
We hyped, eatin' pussy tonight

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

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

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

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

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

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

Y'all gotta understand one thing man
Bitches don't to be talked to like that
Y'all gotta break down be cool 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 choose too
There's a gang of bitches with way more ass
Up and down the hall with the bad ass
Groupies lookin' for the party

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

Right up the hall on the flo'
You could stand in and run a train on the ho
Top-notch or rat, or fat
B-Legit, where all the at?

In the room the tricks 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 watch route
Niggas savin' need to cut that out
So what they talkin' 'bout? They been done came
I they scared of a nigga with this real game

What to the groupies? Don't point your finger
all backstage chasin' R and B singers
At the other concert, on the other of town
I a few hoes but they wasn't down

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

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

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