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featuring B Legit Captain Save A Hoe
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Intro: Captain Save A Hoe
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Short Short whats up man this Captain man check this out
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I know you and B Legit finna get in here and get down on this song right?
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But yall can't be talkin bad about broads man you know?
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Yall in here talkin bout "suckin this" and "suckin that"
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Aww shit here come B pullin up in his 600 blowin big weed yall be cool man
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Verse 1: B-Legit/Too $hort
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B-Legit:
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I blaze blunts all day get keyed all night
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Be the one to take flight if the smoke aint right
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I'm tight, nicknamed Ike for the drama
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It's baby and her mama, naked in a sauna
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Down with the gang cuz them flows be hard
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Blue mink, Short, and my St. Brenard
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Super bad man all around Hoo-J
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Tell me what the fuck happened to the groupies
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Too $hort:
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What happened to the groupies, I thought they was comin through
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To do everything we want em to
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Supposed to be all good when they get here
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Break niggas off, bitch we real playas
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Baby in the red said "It's coo'"
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She gonna give me some pussy, and some head too
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I aint trippin though, these bitches takin too long
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I'm bout to call some other hoes on the phone
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B-Legit:
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Tell em I'm a hog nigga, need a triple-X bitch down to stick
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Turn tricks switched the dick
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Theres hips outside and I'm fo' sho' dat
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And the finest ho she know where mo' at
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Gotta show that, nigga tuck my jewels
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Can't be slippin with a bitch, niggas know that shit
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Hit me at the room when the hoes come
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It be at 301 we callin for some
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Too $hort:
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Where they at B-Legit where they at? (where they at)
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Let these bitches know theres some real playas back
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Told her meet me in room 510 on the mattress
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If you do it right then I'll be back bitch
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Another showdown, in yo' town
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Let everybody know you my ho now
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I'm feelin way too cool off the gin and juice
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I'm bout to fuck my bitch and her friend too (and her friend too)
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Captain Save-A-Hoe:
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Damn, see man yall niggas is trippin man,
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niggas this '98 yall actin like its still '88
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Short cussin, and all this bullshit,
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check this out--see baby and them leavin see?
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Baby come here, c'mon, baby don't even trip, just kick it for a lil while
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You know what I'm sayin? I'll take you to Sizzler to go eat after awhile
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I'll make em stop trippin, don't even trip baby its all good
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Verse 2: Too $hort/B-Legit
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Too $hort:
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I'm feelin good, everything hooked up right
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Before its all over I'ma be in som'n tight
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Looked down at my hip to check my pager
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Tryin to find me a bitch, fresh off the stage
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Nigga aint hungry, fuck the after party
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Told a cute groupie "Bitch meet me in the lobby"
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You know how we do it, told her bring all her friends
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Next weekend we gonna do it all again
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B-Legit:
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I said it out my mouth on the mic real loud
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We at the Holiday-Inn, room 510
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Bring all the bitches even if they dikes
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We hyped, hoes eatin pussy tonight
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Seen her in my mug, peepin my game
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Lookin like she could take dick in the brain
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We all champagne and Cali green
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I need a bitch like that on a pimp team
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Too $hort:
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It's after midnight, can't find the right women
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Can't be slippin while you're late night pimpin
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Way too many niggas got stuck like that
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Waited too late then fucked a rat
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Wake up in the mornin, mad as hell
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With the wrong bitch in the wrong hotel
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Shoulda gave up when you first struck out
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Now you tryna get the fuck out
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B-Legit:
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Man I was drunk when I went out, blow when I woke up
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Didn't get to fuck cuz these hoes is ducks
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Niggas like me need the head lay on
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From bad ass bitches who prefer red bones
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Rock microphones, later count G's
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Could always spot a rat chasin niggas with cheese
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Please, put it on freeze, it don't suit me
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What happened to the muthafuckin groupies? (muthafuckin groupies)
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Captain Save-A-Hoe:
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What happened? nigga they all left, thats what happened
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Yall muthafuckas gonna be sittin around all night talkin to each other
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Oh thats cool, yall got some muthafuckin Playboy magazines
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So I guess thats why yall aint trippin, check this out man
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Yall niggas gotta understand one thing man
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Bitches don't love to be talked to like that, yall gotta break down
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Be cool with a bitch, ya know what I'm sayin?
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Show her some caring and shit, understand me?
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Verse 3: B-Legit/Too $hort
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B-Legit
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I remember when the shit first began
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I used to fuck the dog shit out my biggest fans
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Four in the mornin we hit the waffle spot
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Then its back to the telly for some more cock
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Shit was non-stop, don't choose too fast
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Theres a gang of more bitches with way more ass
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Up and down the hall with the bad-ass body
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Groupies lookin for the after party
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Too $hort:
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I used to be wild as fuck, get my dick sucked
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On the back of the tour bus with two or three sluts
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Check into my suite, order somethin to eat
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Knockin at my door, its another lil freak
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Right up the hall on the same flo'
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You could stand in line and run a train on the ho
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Top-notch or rat, skinny or fat
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B-Legit, where all the groupies at? (groupies at)
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B-Legit:
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In the room with the tricks gettin big faces
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But they really wanna know how the dick tastes
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I used to get fucked, fall asleep, wake up
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Kick the bitch out and bump a freak
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But nowadays, you gotta watch your route
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Niggas savin hoes need to cut that out
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So what they talkin bout, they shoulda been done came
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I think they scared of a nigga with this real game
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Too $hort:
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What happened to the groupies, don't point your finger
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They're all backstage chasin R&B singers
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At the other concert, on the other side of town
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I seen a few hoes but they wasn't down
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Where the groupies at, I'ma ask yall later
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Probably out tryna fuck basketball players
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Silly hoes, rappers got mansions
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But we aint tryna get into these tramp bitches
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Captain Save-A-Hoe:
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Yall niggas is trippin man,
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yall need to sit down and re-evaluate your morals man
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Yall niggas gettin too old for this shit,
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yall gonna be sittin around in the club
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Tryna figure out who goin home with ya old ass
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You need to find ya a good woman, snatch her up, get her a BMW
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She got kids, only do what you do, tell her "I got you"
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What Happened To The Groupies
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| Too Short |
