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Short, Short, what's up
This Captain man this out
I know you and B-Legit get in here
And get down on song right?
But y'all can't be talkin' bad about Broads, man, you
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 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 around
me what the fuck happened to the groupies

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

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

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

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

Where they at where they at?
Let these know theres some real playas back
Told her meet me in room 510 on the
If you do it then I'll be back bitch

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

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

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

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

ain't hungry, fuck them after party
Told a cute groupie, "Bitch 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 real
We at the Holiday-Inn, 510
Bring all the bitches if they dikes
We hyped, hoes eatin' pussy

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

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

Wake up in the mornin', mad as
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 when I up
Didn't get to fuck 'cuz these is ducks
Niggas like me the head lay on
From bad ass bitches who red bones

microphones, later count G's
Could always spot a rat chasin' niggas with
Please, put it on freeze, it suit me
What to the muthafuckin' groupies?

What happened? Nigga all left, that's what happened
Y'all muthafuckas be sittin' around all night
Talkin' to other, oh, that's cool
Y'all got some muthafuckin' magazines
So I guess that's why y'all trippin', check this out man

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

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

was non-stop, don't choose too fast
There's a of more bitches with way more ass
Up and the hall with the bad ass body
Groupies for the after party

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

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

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

But nowadays, you watch your route
Niggas hoes need to cut that out
So what they talkin' They shoulda been done came
I think they scared of a with 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 side of
I seen a few hoes but they down

Where the groupies at, I'ma ask later
Probably out tryna basketball players
Silly hoes, rappers got
But we ain't tryna get into tramp bitches

Y'all is trippin' man
need 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
figure out who goin' home with ya old ass
You need to ya a good woman
her up, get her a BMW
She got kids, do what you do, tell her, "I got you"