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

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

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

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

in the red said, "It's coo"
She gonna give me some pussy and head too
I ain't trippin' though, 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 bitch to stick
Turn tricks switched the
There's hips outside and I'm fo' dat
And the finest ho she where mo' at

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

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

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

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

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

ain't hungry, fuck them after 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 said it out my on the mic real loud
We at the Holiday-Inn, 510
Bring all the even if they dikes
We hyped, hoes pussy tonight

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

It's after midnight, find the right women
Can't be slippin' you're late night pimpin'
Way too many niggas got stuck like
too late 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 get the fuck out

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In the with the tricks gettin' big faces
But really wanna 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' hoes need to cut out
So what they talkin' 'bout? They been done came
I think they scared of a nigga this real game

What 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 a few hoes but they wasn't down

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

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

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