....the future of hip hop music...   this joint right here is going out to all ya'll groupies   male groupies, female groupies   shit a groupie is a groupie   yeah      Check out this lame broad called me up   I know I'm fine as fuck but she got the hot-male vapors   I ain't stacked no paper   I dont' walk around wearing gators    Shit, I'm still walking   I'm still the same Pooh    I still do the things I used to   I still hang with the same crew   the way I act now I blame to the other chick I speak about   got addicted to the fame too   I rocked a couple joints, the album sell    I get a couple points; small change to the pockets   I don't understand these broads' logic    I'll break bread with the fam    before I hit 'em wit a piece of profit   I'm allergic to you hoes, stop it   got me wonderin was the intention before or after    the shock of seein Big Pooh's pic in the store?   got your eyes money green & me slammin the door, oh!      [hook]   My ladies love me, girls adore me   I mean even the ones who never saw me, hey-yay   (stay out my face you groupie ass niggaz!)   They love the way that I rhyme at a show   the reason why, man I don't know now, hey-yay (yeah!)   You groupie niggas need to go away.      Is is the way I rhyme that got you stressed?    sittin in the back sweatin and lookin a mess   Nervous, even pervious, hear shots with the bullets   you pussycat, I had no choice but to pull it   but who wouldn't swing it aimlessly    you got the nerve to say you in the same vain as me   how ashamed are we? You're not the man that you claim to be   now your fame is in jeapordy   you shouldn't have slept on me    the mic I had to snatch back   and react like white boys in the mosh pit   the 'fly shit' is easy to get stuck on   I penned joints for you to vibe & get your fuck on   you couldn't last one round   I suggest you back up off my nuts and put the dick down!   You not in tune to the sounds   9th is Wonderful, I know you noddin right now...      [hook]   My ladies love me, girls adore me   I mean even the ones who never saw me, hey-yay   (you ain't gettin no beats you groupie ass niggas!)   They like the way that I rhyme at a show   the reason why, man I don't know now, hey-yay    (not even a hi-hat!)   You groupie niggas need to go away. (repeat)      (Caesar Comanche talking)