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    "Groupie Pt. 2" Lyrics

    Little Brother

    [Intro - Big Pooh]
    This joint right here
    Is goin out to all y'all groupies
    Male groupies, female groupies
    See a groupie is a goupie
    This right here for y'all

    [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 wearin gators, shit I'm still walkin
    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 to
    I rocked a couple joints the album sell
    I got 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 wonderin' was the attention before
    Or after the shock of seein Big Pooh's pic in the store
    Got yo eyes money green and me slammin the door

    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, sittin in the
    Back sweatin and lookin a mess
    Nervous even pervis you shots with the bullets you pussycat
    I had no choice but to pull it
    But who wouldn't, swingin aimlessly
    You got the same nerve to say you in the same vain as me
    How ashamed are we you not the man that we claimed
    To be now are 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 you're 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 noddin right now

    [Chorus x2]
    This song was submitted on November 11th, 2005 and last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC.
    Written by Patrick Douthit, Phonte Coleman, Thomas Jones.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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