Groupie Pt. 2
Little Brother Lyrics


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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 wearin' gators, shit I'm still walkin'
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 to
I rocked a couple joints the album sell
I got 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 wonderin' was the attention before
Or after the shock of seein Big Pooh's pic in the store
Got yo eyes money green and me slammin the door

Now ladies love me, girls adore me
I mean even the ones who never saw me, hey yay
They love the way I rhyme at a show
The reason why man I don't know now, hey yay
You groupie niggas need to go away

Is it the way I rhyme that got you stressed, sittin' in the
Back sweatin' and lookin' a mess
Nervous even pervis you shots with the bullets you pussycat
I had no choice but to pull it
But who wouldn't, swingin' aimlessly
You got the same nerve to say you in the same vain as me
How ashamed are we you not the man that we claimed
To be now are 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 you're 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 noddin' right now

Now ladies love me, girls adore me
I mean even the ones who never saw me, hey yay
They love the way I rhyme at a show
The reason why man I don't know now, hey yay
You groupie niggas need to go away
Now ladies love me, girls adore me
I mean even the ones who never saw me, hey yay
They love the way I rhyme at a show




The reason why man I don't know now, hey yay
You groupie niggas need to go away

Overall Meaning

In "Groupie Pt. 2," Little Brother's Phonte and Big Pooh address the issue of groupies and their sudden interest in pursuing a relationship with them. In the first verse, Big Pooh is reflecting on a woman who is trying to get with him for his newfound fame, but he reminds her that he is still the same person he was before the success. He is not interested in her superficiality and has no ambition to wear designer clothing or acquire unnecessary material possessions just to impress a woman. Instead, he values loyalty and the people who have been there for him since day one.


In the second verse, Phonte takes a more aggressive tone as he speaks directly to the groupie men who are trying to gain his attention. He criticizes their lack of talent and the fact that they are only interested in him because of his fame. He tells them to go away, asserting that his success is due to his own hard work and not because of any particular image he is trying to uphold. Phonte's focus on his craft highlights the idea that success comes from skill and talent, not just a desire for popularity.


Line by Line Meaning

Check out this lame broad, call me up
Look at this unimportant woman who contacted me


I know I'm fine as fuck but she got the hot nail vapors
I'm aware of my physical attractiveness, but she's too obsessed with my fame


I ain't stack no paper I don't
I haven't accumulated much money


Walk around wearin' gators, shit I'm still walkin
I don't spend money on luxury items like alligator skin shoes, I still walk like I used to


I'm still the same Pooh, I still
I haven't changed my personality, I still


Do the things I used to, I still hang with the same crew
I still do the same things I used to, and I still hang out with the same group of people


The way I act now I blame to
I attribute my current behavior to


The other chick I speak about got addicted to the fame to
Another woman I mentioned became reliant on the attention and admiration of being associated with me


I rocked a couple joints the album sell
I had a few good songs on the album that sold well


I got a couple points, small change to the pockets
I made a small amount of money from the album


I don't understand these broads logic, I break
I don't comprehend the reasoning of these women, I prioritize


Bread with the fam before I hit em with a piece a profit
I share my earnings with my family before taking a cut for myself


I'm allergic to you hoes stop it
I have no tolerance for these promiscuous women, so stop bothering me


Got me wonderin' was the attention before
I'm curious if the attention from women existed before


Or after the shock of seein Big Pooh's pic in the store
Or if it came after seeing my picture in a store


Got yo eyes money green and me slammin the door
Your eyes are only focused on money and I'm dismissing you


Now ladies love me, girls adore me
Women now show me love and admiration


I mean even the ones who never saw me, hey yay
Even women who have never met me before


They love the way I rhyme at a show
They adore my performance skills during concerts


The reason why man I don't know now, hey yay
I don't understand why they love me so much


You groupie niggas need to go away
You obsessed fans need to leave me alone


Is it the way I rhyme that got you stressed, sittin' in the
Are you feeling distressed because of my performance skills, whilst you sit in the


Back sweatin' and lookin' a mess
Posterior of the venue, sweating and appearing dishevelled


Nervous even pervis you shots with the bullets you pussycat
You're even so anxious that you're taking shots at me, even though you have no real ammunition


I had no choice but to pull it
I had to respond and defend myself


But who wouldn't, swingin' aimlessly
Anyone else in my position would have done the same - attacking blindly


You got the same nerve to say you in the same vain as me
You have some audacity to claim that you're just like me


How ashamed are we you not the man that we claimed
We should be embarrassed, as you're not the person we thought you were


To be now are fame is in jeopardy
Now, our reputation is at risk because of this revelation


You shouldn't have slept on me, the mic I had to snatch
You should have never underestimated me, I had to aggressively take control of the mic


Back and react like white boys in the mosh pit
Similar to how white boys behave in the mosh pit at concerts - aggressively and without a plan


The fly shit is easy to get stuck on
It's easy to get caught up in the cool aspects of my music


I penned joints for you to vibe to and get you're fuck on
I wrote songs for you to enjoy and have sex to


You couldn't last one round
You wouldn't survive one confrontation with me


I suggest you back up off my nuts and put the dick down
I recommend that you leave me alone and stop trying to have sex with me


You now in tune to the sounds
You're now fully experiencing and appreciating the music


9th is wonderful, I know you noddin' right now
9th's music is amazing, I know you're currently nodding your head to it




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Written by: PATRICK DOUTHIT, PHONTE COLEMAN, THOMAS JONES

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