Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Groupie, artist - Tech N9ne. Album song Everready, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 06.06.2007
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Groupie |
| Hey, baby. |
| I was callin' to say that I- I… I miss you |
| I’ll do anything to be with you, baby, call me back |
| This is Sheena from St. Louis, call me back! |
| You’re just a groupie (Who, me?) |
| But you mean much more to me |
| Than just a groupie (Who, me?) |
| 'Cause the things you do to me |
| She’s just a groupie (Who, me?) |
| But she means much more to me |
| Than just a groupie (Who, me?) |
| 'Cause the things you do to me |
| The Hostile Takeover, oowee! |
| I met a Apple Bottom, San Jo model, like to swallow (Groupie!) |
| Huh, wonderin' if mami gon' choose me |
| Fuck it, let the Grey Goose and Cranberry Tropical lead her to me |
| Then I’ll holla, I’m actin' all non-chalant, you eyeing me |
| Sort of obli-vi-ous to my dogs comments |
| You need a mental connection from stress relief (I'll offer) |
| As soon as the pill kick in watch the panty hose fall off her |
| And twenty minutes later, mami’s on E |
| And she can’t keep her little groupie hands off me |
| Now her mouth is around my dick |
| Then we fuckin' and sex-ercising |
| I’m in her hole, Off in her soul |
| Lovin' my extra sized (dick) |
| Whenever I call, I can hit it |
| She love some Kutta |
| Whenever I’m dwellin' on that encounter it makes me stutter |
| 'Cause I, I, uhh (Dammit) |
| Won’t even try y’all |
| Pop it and knock yo shit outta socket like Houston’s eye ball, 'cause |
| You’re just a groupie (Who, me?) |
| But you mean much more to me |
| Than just a groupie (Who, me?) |
| 'Cause the things you do to me |
| She’s just a groupie (Who, me?) |
| But she means much more to me |
| Than just a groupie (Who, me?) |
| 'Cause the things you do to me |
| Road again, I met a lot of groupies |
| I got a California, Colorado, Kansas City (Groupie!) |
| And ooh-wee! |
| Wasn’t s’posed to choose me |
| Somethin' I said to her maybe made her give it to me |
| Caribou got you woozy too |
| Got ya doing things you wouldn’t usually do |
| And ooh, I love womens |
| Gotta find a way to get 'em on the bus and outta their linens |
| I make 'em strip for me (Damn) |
| It’s the shit homie (Woo!) |
| Treats me somethin' nice |
| Beast, we somethin' like |
| Gimme Felicia O! |
| Know how to do it right |
| When you see the Snake and the Bat |
| Know where yo girlfriend at |
| 'Cause every time you turn yo back |
| She be with them rapper cats |
| Let her on the bus to braid my cornrows |
| But when I start pourin' those, we makin' pornos |
| To me you much more than a S-L-U-T |
| (She's a groupie!) |
| You’re just a groupie (Who, me?) |
| But you mean much more to me |
| Than just a groupie (Who, me?) |
| 'Cause the things you do to me |
| She’s just a groupie (Who, me?) |
| But she means much more to me |
| Than just a groupie (Who, me?) |
| 'Cause the things you do to me |
| Hey, I was just thinkin' about the time we had on the stairs |
| I’d have to say, that was a first *Laughs* Call me back |
| I wanna tell you about this crazy dream I’ve been havin' about you, baby |
| This is Shannon from Washington, I miss you |
| What’s sizzlin pigeon? |
| When I’m thizzin' I need a |
| Supercalianimalistic, sex me à la (Groupie!) |
| And I don’t care if she fair with the long hair |
| But as long as we there, bare and I bone |
| And we share squares on the stairs of my hotel |
| If they stare at us, oh well |
| 'Cause your boyfriend’s waitin' while I’m breakin' your swole tail |
| And your boyfriend hates, while he pace, cryin' a storm in the lobby |
| When you get to the house you fight like Foreman and Ali |
| But check it, gave you an autograph |
| On your calf then I dashed |
| But I didn’t know that it’d be a tattoo the next time I saw your ass |
| She got on my bus, I was like «Holy shit» |
| She laid on the couch opened her legs and said, «You owe me this» |
| I’m the answer to your girls groupie pains, oochie coochie dames tempt me |
| When in my presence they tell me, «Pinch me» |
| 'Cause I’m exciting baby, if I didn’t exist |
| Sexy female scientists would have to invent me |
| You’re just a groupie (Who, me?) |
| But you mean much more to me |
| Than just a groupie (Who, me?) |
| 'Cause the things you do to me |
| She’s just a groupie (Who, me?) |
| But she means much more to me |
| Than just a groupie (Who, me?) |
| 'Cause the things you do to me |
| See I’m tryna keep it quiet |
| Tryna keep it on the low |
| Ain’t gon' let you bust a while |
| Open up but what’s at home |
| She’s just a groupie |
| But she means much more to me |
| Than just a groupie |
| 'Cause the things you do to me |