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 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 '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 groupies      What 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 playas      Baby 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 phone      Tell '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' at      Gotta 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 some      Where 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 bitch      Another 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 too      Damn, 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 good      I'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 stage      Nigga 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 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 dikes   We hyped, hoes eatin' pussy tonight      Seen 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 team      It'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 rat      Wake 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 out      Man 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 bones      Rock 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 man      Y'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 cock      Shit 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 party      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 somethin' to eat   Knockin' at my door, it's another lil' freak      Right 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 freak      But 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 game      What 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 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 niggas is trippin' man   Y'all need to sit down and re-evaluate your morals man   Y'all niggas gettin' too old for this shit      Y'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"