What Happened to the Groupies

Intro: Captain Save-A-Ho Short, Short, whats 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 yall can't be talkin bad about broads, man, you know? Yall in here talkin bout "suckin this" and "suckin that" Aww shit, here come B pullin up in his 600 blowin big weed, yall be cool man Verse 1: B-Legit/Too $hort B-Legit: 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 Too $hort: 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 B-Legit: Tell em I'm a hog nigga, need a triple-X bitch down to stick Turn tricks switched the dick Theres 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 Too $hort: Where they at B-Legit where they at? (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 (and her friend too) Captain Save-A-Ho: Damn, see man yall niggas is trippin man Niggas this '98 yall actin like its 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, 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 its all good Verse 2: Too $hort/B-Legit Too $hort: I'm feelin good, everything hooked up right Before its all over I'mma 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 the 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 B-Legit: 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 Too $hort: 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 B-Legit: 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? (muthafuckin groupies) Captain Save-A-Ho: What happened? nigga they all left, thats what happened Yall muthafuckas gonna be sittin around all night talkin to each other Oh thats cool, yall got some muthafuckin Playboy magazines So I guess thats why yall ain't trippin, check this out man Yall niggas gotta understand one thing man Bitches don't love to be talked to like that, yall gotta break down Be cool with a bitch, ya know what I'm sayin? Show her some caring and shit, understand me? Verse 3: B-Legit/Too $hort B-Legit 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 its back to the telly for some more cock Shit was non-stop, don't choose too fast Theres 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 Too $hort: 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, its 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? (groupies at) B-Legit: 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 Too $hort: What happened to the groupies, don't point your finger They're all backstage chasin 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'mma ask yall later Probably out tryna fuck basketball players Silly hoes, rappers got mansions But we ain't tryna get into these tramp bitches Captain Save-A-Ho: Yall niggas is trippin man Yall need to sit down and re-evaluate your morals man Yall niggas gettin too old for this shit Yall 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"