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What happened to the Groupies

Short, Short, what's up man?

This Captain man check this out

I know you and B-Legit finna get in here

And get down on this song right?

But y'all can't be talkin' bad about Broads, man, you know?

Y'all in here talkin' 'bout, "Suckin' this" and "Suckin' that"

Aww, shit, here come B pullin' up in his 600

Blowin' big weed, y'all be cool manI blaze blunts all day get keyed all night

Be the one to take flight if the smoke ain't right

I'm tight, nicknamed Ike for the drama

It's baby and her mama, naked in a saunaDown with the gang 'cuz them flows be hard

Blue mink, Short and my St. Brenard

Super bad man all around Hoo-J

Tell me what the fuck happened to the groupiesWhat happened to the groupies

I thought they was comin' through

To do everything we want 'em to

Supposed to be all good when they get here

Break niggas off, bitch we real playasBaby in the red said, "It's coo"

She gonna give me some pussy and some head too

I ain't trippin' though, these bitches takin' too long

I'm 'bout to call some other hoes on the phoneTell 'em I'm a hog nigga, need a triple-X bitch down to stick

Turn tricks switched the dick

There's hips outside and I'm fo' sho' dat

And the finest ho she know where mo' atGotta show that, nigga tuck my jewels

Can't be slippin' with a bitch, niggas know that shit

Hit me at the room when the hoes come

It be at 301 we callin' for someWhere they at B-Legit where they at?

Let these bitches know theres some real playas back

Told her meet me in room 510 on the mattress

If you do it right then I'll be back bitchAnother showdown, in yo' town

Let everybody know you my ho now

I'm feelin' way too cool off the gin and juice

I'm 'bout to fuck my bitch and her friend tooDamn, see man y'all niggas is trippin' man

Niggas this '98 y'all actin' like it's still '88

Short cussin' and all this bullshit

Check this out, see baby and them leavin' see?Baby come here, c'mon, baby don't even trip

Now just kick it for a lil' while, you know what I'm sayin'?

I'll take you to Sizzler to go eat after awhile

I'll make 'em stop trippin', don't even trip baby it's all goodI'm feelin' good, everything hooked up right

Before it's all over I'ma be in som'n tight

Looked down at my hip to check my pager

Tryin' to find me a bitch, fresh off the stageNigga ain't hungry, fuck them after party

Told a cute groupie, "Bitch meet me in the lobby"

You know how we do it, told her bring all her friends

Next weekend we gonna do it all againI said it out my mouth on the mic real loud

We at the Holiday-Inn, room 510

Bring all the bitches even if they dikes

We hyped, hoes eatin' pussy tonightSeen her in my mug, peepin' my game

Lookin' like she could take dick in the brain

We all champagne and Cali green

I need a bitch like that on a pimp teamIt's after midnight, can't find the right women

Can't be slippin' while you're late night pimpin'

Way too many niggas got stuck like that

Waited too late then fucked a ratWake up in the mornin', mad as hell

With the wrong bitch, in the wrong hotel

Shoulda gave up when you first struck out

Now you tryna get the fuck outMan I was drunk when I went out, blow when I woke up

Didn't get to fuck 'cuz these hoes is ducks

Niggas like me need the head lay on

From bad ass bitches who prefer red bonesRock microphones, later count G's

Could always spot a rat chasin' niggas with cheese

Please, put it on freeze, it don't suit me

What happened to the muthafuckin' groupies?What happened? Nigga they all left, that's what happened

Y'all muthafuckas gonna be sittin' around all night

Talkin' to each other, oh, that's cool

Y'all got some muthafuckin' Playboy magazines

So I guess that's why y'all ain't trippin', check this out manY'all niggas gotta understand one thing man

Bitches don't love to be talked to like that

Y'all gotta break down be cool with a bitch

Ya know what I'm sayin'?

Show her some caring and shit, understand me?I remember when the shit first began

I used to fuck the dog shit out my biggest fans

Four in the mornin' we hit the waffle spot

Then it's back to the telly for some more cockShit was non-stop, don't choose too fast

There's a gang of more bitches with way more ass

Up and down the hall with the bad ass body

Groupies lookin' for the after partyI used to be wild as fuck, get my dick sucked

On the back of the tour bus with two or three sluts

Check into my suite, order somethin' to eat

Knockin' at my door, it's another lil' freakRight up the hall on the same flo'

You could stand in line and run a train on the ho

Top-notch or rat, skinny or fat

B-Legit, where all the groupies at?In the room with the tricks gettin' big faces

But they really wanna know how the dick tastes

I used to get fucked, fall asleep, wake up

Kick the bitch out and bump a freakBut nowadays, you gotta watch your route

Niggas savin' hoes need to cut that out

So what they talkin' 'bout? They shoulda been done came

I think they scared of a nigga with this real gameWhat happened to the groupies? Don't point your finger

They're all backstage chasin' R and B singers

At the other concert, on the other side of town

I seen a few hoes but they wasn't downWhere the groupies at, I'ma ask y'all later

Probably out tryna fuck basketball players

Silly hoes, rappers got mansions

But we ain't tryna get into these tramp bitchesY'all niggas is trippin' man

Y'all need to sit down and re-evaluate your morals man

Y'all niggas gettin' too old for this shitY'all gonna be sittin' around in the club

Tryna figure out who goin' home with ya old ass

You need to find ya a good woman

Snatch her up, get her a BMW

She got kids, only do what you do, tell her, "I got you"

Songwriters

Banks Anthony George; Jones Brandt; Shaw ToddPublished by

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