Groupies Pt. 2

....the future of hip hop music...
this joint right here is going out to all ya'll groupies
male groupies, female groupies
shit a groupie is a groupie
yeah
Check out this lame broad called me up
I know I'm fine as fuck but she got the hot-male vapors
I ain't stacked no paper
I dont' 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'll break bread with the fam
before I hit 'em wit a piece of profit
I'm allergic to you hoes, stop it
got me wonderin was the intention before or after
the shock of seein Big Pooh's pic in the store?
got your eyes money green & me slammin the door, oh!
[hook]
My ladies love me, girls adore me
I mean even the ones who never saw me, hey-yay
(stay out my face you groupie ass niggaz!)
They love the way that I rhyme at a show
the reason why, man I don't know now, hey-yay (yeah!)
You groupie niggas need to go away.
Is is the way I rhyme that got you stressed?
sittin in the back sweatin and lookin a mess
Nervous, even pervious, hear shots with the bullets
you pussycat, I had no choice but to pull it
but who wouldn't swing it aimlessly
you got the nerve to say you in the same vain as me
how ashamed are we? You're not the man that you claim to be
now your fame is in jeapordy
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 & get your fuck on
you couldn't last one round
I suggest you back up off my nuts and put the dick down!
You not in tune to the sounds
9th is Wonderful, I know you noddin right now...
[hook]
My ladies love me, girls adore me
I mean even the ones who never saw me, hey-yay
(you ain't gettin no beats you groupie ass niggas!)
They like the way that I rhyme at a show
the reason why, man I don't know now, hey-yay
(not even a hi-hat!)
You groupie niggas need to go away. (repeat)
(Caesar Comanche talking)