Groupie Ass Bitch Songtext
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Yo man, what we gon′ talk about next?
Man, you know what?
I think we should talk about these groupie-ass bitches
You know what I'm sayin?
As a matter of fact, Jed, guess who I seen the other day?

Who?

Man, remember that bitch we seen up at that picnic
The one who was campin like she was down with Bobby Brown?

You mean that punk bitch that wish she were like on your album?

Yeah man, I seen her the other day, man, down on the track
And guess what, the hoe was jockin the gold kick spins

D-Loc, we need to put somethin out for these fool bitches
And let em know what time it is, man

Man, it′s like this:
When a bitch fuck with a young vet like me I treat her shit


You know the silly bitches I don't like
The Michael Jordan-New Edition-get with a star-type
I used to have one, with ass like a whale tail
Wanted to get on my team cause a nigga had mail
For those that don't know, mail means money
But no, I don′t pay for pussy, honey
I might do the pimpin if you can do the dishin
Cause stackin up dollars is my number one (?)
In this society in which we′re livin
If you're gonna have a bitch, you got to be spendin
So to the ladies on the b.s. tip
Sing along, fellas: you′re just a groupie-ass bitch

Haha, that's it
Let them hoes know
D-Loc, peep this out
I got with a bitch about a month ago
She ain′t called me yet
And I know when she peep the video
She gon' be tryin to get with me
But what would you tell a punk-ass bitch like that?


Don′t even call, I played ya like a foul ball
In a month or two you'll be through
Schemin on my label for a story or a fable
You just caught the vapors and nothin can save you
We used to be together on the 9 to 5
But when I stopped spendin money, you stopped spendin time
It's sort of like a game, so the story goes
I was once told you reap what you sow
If that′s true, let me phrase this statement:
Suck my dick, cause I ain′t takin it
The stories, the lies, the alibis
You see, I'm only 19, but I′m livin the life
So to the girlies out there I can't get with
Men, let′s come again: you're just a groupie-ass bitch

(Cause a bitch is a) (biatch)

Haha, let them hoes know
(Just another freak for the truz and vogues)

The subject of this object, if you object
Is to get my point across as clear and correct
As I can get when I′m talkin this shit
Therefore I must ensure explicit lyrics
Like: shit, bitch, fuck with this
Put your muthafuckin stankin-ass pussy on my dick
Ride it like a jockey in a horse race
You better get buck wild before I bust you in the fuckin face
I ain't soft on a bitch, I'm quite mean
Fuckin up the doggy style with no grease
Peace to the homies if you know what I′m sayin
And if you don′t understand - you're not a man
You′re just a hound loungin around
Waitin to sniff some dead presidents
I know the sex was just a collect
Men, I tell you, we gets no respect
Things can change if we do it our way
You see, in '89 a bitch was made to slave
So homies, for the last time, use your mind
Get a grip, boss, and like a pimp
Tell her to back off, cause she′s a groupie-ass bitch

(She's The One)