Groupie Pt. 2

[Intro - Big Pooh] This joint right here Is going out to all y'all groupies Male groupies, female groupies See a groupie is a groupie This right here for y'all Yea [Verse 1 - Big Pooh] Check out this lame broad, call me up I know I'm fine as fuck but she got the hot nail vapors I ain't stack no paper I don't 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 break bread with the fam before I hit em with a piece a profit I'm allergic to you hoes, stop it Got me wondering was the attention before Or after the shock of seeing Big Pooh's pic in the store Got your eyes money green and me slamming the door [Hook] Now ladies love me, girls adore me I mean even the ones who never saw me, hey yey They love the way I rhyme at a show The reason why man I don't know now, hey yey You groupie niggas need to go away [Verse 2 - Phonte] Is it the way I rhyme that got you stressed? Sitting in the back sweating and looking a mess Nervous even pervis you shots with the bullets You pussycat, I had no choice but to pull it But who wouldn't, swinging aimlessly You got the nerve to say you in the same vein as me How ashamed are we you not the man that we claimed to be Now our fame is in jeopardy 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 to and get your fuck on You couldn't last one round I suggest you back up off my nuts and put the dick down You now in tune to the sounds 9th is wonderful, I know you nodding right now [Hook x2]