What Happened To The Groupies (feat. B-Legit)

$hort, $hort, 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 talking bad about broads, man, you know?

Y'all in here talking about sucking this and sucking that

Aww shit, here come B pulling up in his 600 blowing big weed, y'all be cool, man

I 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 sauna

Down with the gang 'cause them flows be hard

Blue mink, short and my St. Bernard

Super bad man all around hoo-J

Tell me what the fuck happened to the groupies

What happened to the groupies, I thought they was coming through

To do everything we want 'em to

S'posed to be all good when they get here

Break **** off, bitch, we real players

Baby in the red said it's cool

She go' give me some pussy and some head too

But I ain't tripping though, these bitches taking too long

I'm 'bout to call some other hoes on the phone

Tell 'em I'm a hog ****, 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' at

Gotta show that, **** tuck my jewels

Can't be slipping with a bitch, **** know that shit

Hit me at the room when the hoes come

It be at 301 we calling for some

Where they at B-legit where they at

Let these bitches know there's some real playas back

Told her meet me in room 510 on the mattress

If you do it right then I'll be back, bitch

Another showdown in yo' town

Let everybody know you my ho now

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

I'm 'bout to fuck my bitch and her friend too

Damn, see man, y'all **** is tripping, man

My ****, this is '98, y'all acting like it's still '88

Short cussing and all this bullshit

Check this out, come, see, now baby and them leaving, see

Come here, baby, come on, come on, baby, don't even trip

Just kick it for a little while, you know what I'm saying?

I'll take you to Sizzler to go eat after a while

I'll make 'em stop tripping, don't ever trip, baby, it's all good

I'm feeling good, everything hooked up right

Before it's all over i'ma be in something tight

Looked down at my hip to check my pager

Trying to find me a bitch fresh off the stage

**** ain't hungry, fuck the afterparty

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 gon' do it all again

I said it out my mouth on the mic real loud

We at the Holiday Inn, room 510

Bring all the bitches, even if they dykes

We hyped, hoes eating pussy tonight

Seen her in my mug, peeping my game

Looking like she could take dick in the brain

We all champagne and Cali green

I need a bitch like that on a pimp team

It's after midnight, can't find the right women

Can't be slipping while you're late night pimping

Way too many **** got stuck like that

Waited too late and then fucked a rat

Wake up in the morning, 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 out

Man, I was drunk when I went out, blow when I woke up

Didn't get to fuck 'cause these hoes was ducks

**** like me need the head lay on

From bad ass bitches who prefer red bones

Rock microphones, later count Gs

Could always spot a rat chasing **** with cheese

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

What happened to the motherfucking groupies?

What happened? **** they all left, that's what happened

Y'all motherfuckers gonna be sitting around all night talking to each other

Oh that's cool, y'all got some motherfucking Playboy magazines

So I guess that's why y'all ain't tripping, check this out man

Y'all **** gotta understand one thing, man

Bitches, don't love to be talked like that, y'all gotta break down

Be cool with a bitch, you know what I'm saying?

Show her some caring and shit, you understand me?

I remember when the shit first began

I used to fuck the dog shit out my biggest fans

Four in the morning, we hit the waffle spot

Then it's back to the telly for some more cock

Shit was non-stop, don't choose too fast

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

Up and down the hall with the bad-ass body

Groupies looking for the afterparty

I 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 something to eat

Knocking at my door, it's another lil' freak

Right up the hall on the same floor

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 getting 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 freak

But nowadays, you gotta watch your route

**** saving hoes, need to cut that out

So what they talking bout, they shoulda been done came

I think they scared of a **** with this real game

What happened to the groupies, don't point your finger

They're all backstage chasing R&B singers

At the other concert on the other side of town

I seen a few hoes but they wasn't down

Where 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 bitches

Y'all **** is tripping man

Y'all need to sit down and reevaluate your morals, man

Y'all **** getting too old for this shit

Y'all gonna be sitting around in the club tryna figure out who's going 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