What happened to the groupies

What happened to the groupies Lyrics

Intro: Captain Save-A-Hoe
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 sh*t, 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 aint 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 f**k 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, b**ch we real playas
Baby in the red said "It's coo'"
She gonna give me some pussy, and some head too
I aint trippin though, these b**ches 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 b**ch 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 b**ch, niggas know that sh*t
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 b**ches 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 b**ch
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 f**k my b**ch and her friend too (and her friend too)

Captain Save-A-Hoe:
Damn, see man yall niggas is trippin man,
niggas this '98 yall actin like its still '88
Short cussin, and all this bullsh*t,
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'ma be in som'n tight
Looked down at my hip to check my pager
Tryin to find me a b**ch, fresh off the stage
Nigga aint hungry, f**k the after party
Told a cute groupie "b**ch 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 b**ches 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 b**ch 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 f**ked a rat
Wake up in the mornin, mad as hell
With the wrong b**ch in the wrong hotel
Shoulda gave up when you first struck out
Now you tryna get the f**k out

B-Legit:
Man I was drunk when I went out, blow when I woke up
Didn't get to f**k cuz these hoes is ducks
Niggas like me need the head lay on
From bad ass b**ches 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 muthaf**kin groupies? (muthaf**kin groupies)

Captain Save-A-Hoe:
What happened? nigga they all left, thats what happened
Yall muthaf**kas gonna be sittin around all night talkin to each other
Oh thats cool, yall got some muthaf**kin Playboy magazines
So I guess thats why yall aint trippin, check this out man
Yall niggas gotta understand one thing man
b**ches don't love to be talked to like that, yall gotta break down
Be cool with a b**ch, ya know what I'm sayin?
Show her some caring and sh*t, understand me?

Verse 3: B-Legit/Too $hort

B-Legit
I remember when the sh*t first began
I used to f**k the dog sh*t out my biggest fans
Four in the mornin we hit the waffle spot
Then its back to the telly for some more cock
sh*t was non-stop, don't choose too fast
Theres a gang of more b**ches 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 f**k, get my dick sucked
On the back of the tour bus with two or three sl*ts
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 f**ked, fall asleep, wake up
Kick the b**ch 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'ma ask yall later
Probably out tryna f**k basketball players
Silly hoes, rappers got mansions
But we aint tryna get into these tramp b**ches

Captain Save-A-Hoe:
Yall niggas is trippin man,
yall need to sit down and re-evaluate your morals man
Yall niggas gettin too old for this sh*t,
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"