Groupie, Pt. 2

(The future of hip hop music)

This joint right here

Is going out to all y'all groupies

Male groupies, female groupies

See a groupie is a groupie

This right here for y'all

Yeah

Check out 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 break bread with the fam

Before I hit em with a piece a profit

I'm allergic to you hoes, stop it

Got me wondering was the attention before

Or after the shock of seeing Big Pooh's pic in the store

Got your eyes money green and me slamming the door

Now ladies love me, girls adore me

I mean even the ones who never saw me

Hey, yeah

Stay out my face you groupie ass ****

They love the way I rhyme at a show

The reason why, man, I don't know now

Hey, yeah

Yeah

You groupie **** need to go away

Is it the way I rhyme that got you stressed?

Sitting in the back sweating and looking a mess

Nervous even pervis you shots with the bullets

You pussycat, I had no choice but to pull it

But who wouldn't, swinging aimlessly

You got the nerve to say you in the same vein as me

How ashamed are we

You not the man that we claimed to be

Now our fame is in jeopardy

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 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

Now ladies love me, girls adore me

I mean even the ones who never saw me

Hey, yeah

You ain't gettin' no beats you groupie ass ****

They love the way I rhyme at a show

The reason why, man, I don't know now

Hey, yeah

(Not even a hi-hat)

You groupie **** need to go away

Now ladies love me, girls adore me

Yo this is S on command representing the J.U.S.T.I.C.E League

I mean even the ones who never saw me

Hey, yeah

Check it out

Y'all motherfuckers ain't even gon' get with nickles

You better get that shit

They love the way I rhyme at a show

You know what I'm sayin'

I'm sick of y'all groupies

The reason why, man, I don't know now

I'm sick of y'all motherfuckers

Stop coming asking for beats

Hey, yeah

Stop coming asking to get some studio time

You groupie **** need to go away

This ain't for you

Your fucking lyrics is whack motherfuckers

You know what I'm sayin' this is JL and ZNC

You know I'm sayin'

When Paper God comes out, it's over