What Happened to the Groupies lyrics

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 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 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 f*ck 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 n*ggas off, b*tch we real playas
Baby in the red said "It's coo'"
She gonna give me some pus*y, and some head too
I ain't trippin though, these b*tches takin too long
I'm bout to call some other hoes on the phone
B-Legit:
Tell em I'm a hog n*gga, need a triple-X b*tch down to stick
Turn tricks switched the di*k
Theres hips outside and I'm fo' sho' dat
And the finest ho she know where mo' at
Gotta show that, n*gga tuck my jewels
Can't be slippin with a b*tch, n*ggas 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*tches 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*tch
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*ck my b*tch and her friend too (and her friend too)

Captain Save-A-Ho:
Damn, see man yall n*ggas is trippin man
n*ggas 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'mma be in som'n tight
Looked down at my hip to check my pager
Tryin to find me a b*tch, fresh off the stage
n*gga ain't hungry, f*ck the after party
Told a cute groupie "b*tch 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*tches even if they dikes
We hyped, hoes eatin pus*y tonight
Seen her in my mug, peepin my game
Lookin like she could take di*k in the brain
We all champagne and Cali green
I need a b*tch 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 n*ggas got stuck like that
Waited too late then f*cked a rat
Wake up in the mornin, mad as hell
With the wrong b*tch in the wrong hotel
Shoulda gave up when you first struck out
Now you tryna get the f*ck out
B-Legit:
Man I was drunk when I went out, blow when I woke up
Didn't get to f*ck cuz these hoes is ducks
n*ggas like me need the head lay on
From bad ass b*tches who prefer red bones
Rock microphones, later count G's
Could always spot a rat chasin n*ggas with cheese
Please, put it on freeze, it don't suit me
What happened to the muthaf*ckin groupies? (muthaf*ckin groupies)

Captain Save-A-Ho:
What happened? n*gga they all left, thats what happened
Yall muthaf*ckas gonna be sittin around all night talkin to each other
Oh thats cool, yall got some muthaf*ckin Playboy magazines
So I guess thats why yall ain't trippin, check this out man
Yall n*ggas gotta understand one thing man
b*tches don't love to be talked to like that, yall gotta break down
Be cool with a b*tch, 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*ck 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 c*ck
sh*t was non-stop, don't choose too fast
Theres a gang of more b*tches 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*ck, get my di*k 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 di*k tastes
I used to get f*cked, fall asleep, wake up
Kick the b*tch out and bump a freak
But nowadays, you gotta watch your route
n*ggas savin hoes need to cut that out
So what they talkin bout, they shoulda been done came
I think they scared of a n*gga 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 f*ck basketball players
Silly hoes, rappers got mansions
But we ain't tryna get into these tramp b*tches

Captain Save-A-Ho:
Yall n*ggas is trippin man
Yall need to sit down and re-evaluate your morals man
Yall n*ggas 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"