[WJLR Announcer:] The FUTURE of Hip-Hop Music!
[Intro: Big Pooh]
This joint right here...
Is going out to all y'all groupies
Male groupies, female groupies
Shit... a groupie is a groupie
Heh... this right here for y'all
Yeah...
[Verse 1: Big Pooh]
Check how 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 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'd 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'm was the attention before
The after shock of seeing Big Pooh's pic in the store?
Got your eyes money green and me slammin' the door – oh!
[Hook: Phonte (Cesar Comanche)]
Now ladies love me, girls adore me
I mean even the ones who never saw me, hey yey
(Stay out of my face, you groupie ass niggas!!!)
They love the way I rhyme at a show
The reason why? Man, I don't know now, hey yey
(Yeah!) You groupie niggas need to go away
[Verse 2: Big Pooh]
Is it the way I rhyme that got you stressed?
Sitting in the back sweatin' and looking a mess
Nervous, even Pervis, your shots with the Bullets
You pussycat, I had no choice but to pull it
But who wouldn't? Swingin' aimlessly
You got the nerve to say you in the same vein as me
How ashamed are we? You not the man that we claim to be
Now our fame is in jeopardy, you shouldn'ta 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 your 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 nodding right now
[Hook: Phonte (Cesar Comanche)]
Now ladies love me, girls adore me
I mean even the ones who never saw me, hey yey
(You ain't gettin' no beats, you groupie ass niggas!!!)
They love the way I rhyme at a show
The reason why? Man, I don't know now, hey yey
(Not even a hi-hat!!!)
You groupie niggas need to go away
(Yo... this is Cesar Comanche... representin' the Justus League!)
Now ladies love me, girls adore me
I mean even the ones who never saw me, hey yey
(Check it out... y'all muhfuckas didn't even go out and get Wooden Nickels!
You better go out and get that shit!!! Nahm'sayin... I'm sick of y'all groupies!)
They love the way I rhyme at a show
The reason why? Man, I don't know now, hey yey
(I'm sick'a y'all muhfuckas! Stop comin', askin' for beats!
Stop comin', askin' for some studio time! Missie Ann ain't for you!)
You groupie niggas need to go away
(Ya fuckin' lyrics is wack, muthafuckas!!!
Nahmsayin' – this is JL! This is NC! Yanahmsayin!
When Paper Gods comes out... it's over!!!)
