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Groupie
6,511
Hip-Hop/Rap
Groupie was released on June 5, 2007 by Sick Wid It Records as a part of the album West Coast Vaccine (The Cure)
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Release DateJune 5, 2007
LabelSick Wid It Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM106

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Turf Talk
Turf Talk
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Turf Talk
Turf Talk
Composer, Lyrics

Lyrics

Turf, Turf, you got me goin', you got me goin'
Turf, you got me goin', you got me goin'
Turf, you got me goin', you got me goin'
Turf, you got me goin', you got me goin'
(Let's go)
Lived my whole life around gangstas (gangstas)
Don't hang around nothin' that ain't like us (like us)
24's make 'em put away the deuces (put that up)
My whole hood in the building looking ruthless (ha ha)
Fuck the county, fuck the pen time
Got a vivid picture of life and the dollar sign (ching)
Tell myself every day "Stay away from haters" (stay away from haters)
I don't wear Vans but I wear Chuck Taylors (I see you, ****)
Hustle all day for your chain on layaway (chain on layaway)
They mad, can't cash out like me (no)
Hustle all week tryna pay your little car note (pay your little car note)
I had to get three 'cause my girl ride spoiled (ha ha ha ha)
Cook it up, boy, don't whine too much (whine too much)
Neck and my wrist here is all iced up (all iced up)
Like Work Dirty from the DB Gang (DB Gang)
S-I-C-K Wid It, mayne
Turf, you really got me goin'
You got me so, I don't know what I'm doin'
Baby, you go — boy, you so fly
I want you with me from the morning, noon, and night, yee
(Turf, Turf) ain't a break-dancer
Show my ass to the world, never pull my pants up
(They're hatin', hatin', hatin') Ever since the first album
Make them stay from 'round me 'cause they know I'll slap the shit out 'em
My team (my team) is clean (is clean)
White tees and our Red Monkey jeans (monkey jeans)
Stunnas got smaller, Fendi lenses
(Our scrapers, our scrapers) Four-door Benzes (ha ha)
Scroll on the light, "Damn, Turf, I know your lungs black
'Cause you smoke all day, buy two, three packs"
(Swishers, Swishers) Man, we call it purple
We don't save nothin', we just smoke it to the fingernails
(Pimp, pimpin') Pimp in my own mind
All I know is "gimme," I don't pay a motherfuckin' dime (gimme that)
(Turf, Turf) Yeah he been gone a minute
But he back to let you **** know nobody better than him
Turf, you really got me goin'
You got me so, I don't know what I'm doin'
Baby, you go — boy, you so fly
I want you with me from the morning, noon, and night, yee
Turf, you got me goin', you got me goin'
Turf, you got me goin', you got me goin'
Turf, you got me goin', you got me goin'
Turf, you got me goin', you got me goin'
(Last one mayne)
All I wanna know is can I borrow your ho? (borrow your ho)
Quick as it come, quick as this fuckin' money go (it's outta here)
I'm on a mission, 'til I feel my money right ('til my money right)
****, I'm the dopest, I don't share the spotlight (watch out)
Cook it, bag it, all the above (all the above)
Hood life, wouldn't leave it for my mama 'cause I love it
(Spit it, spit it) Spit it for the D-boys
Bloods, Crips, GDs and the Vice Lords
Family felons, pullin' hella homicides
Even got some brown pride homies bangin' northside (what's up, ****?)
All they really care about is reppin' that hood (reppin' that hood)
My paint fucked up but my engine run good (engine run good)
Thugs do drugs, it cost to boss (cost to boss)
Ain't nothin' free in life, you gotta pay me to cough
I was raised by the Dickies, not Polo gear
Man it suck on top 'cause it's boring here (boring here)
Turf, you really got me goin'
You got me so, I don't know what I'm doin'
Baby, you go — boy, you so fly
I want you with me from the morning, noon, and night, yee
Turf
Turf
Turf
Turf
Written by: Turf Talk
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