Good Stuff lyrics

Intro (Pimp C):

Where the hoes, where the hoes
Lookin`, lookin`, tighten up, tryin` to tighten up
Where the hoes, where the hoes
Check it out

Verse 1 (Pimp C):

I`m coming down candy, I put in my work
Got a $10,000 link medalion hangin` on a $2000 shirt
The game`s been good
And all the hoes wanna sit on leather and the wood
Bitches tryin` to price my diamonds
But that shit is just so common
`Cause they see a nigga shinin`
But I`m movin` too fast
96 karats if you think that you could manage
Got the drink and the salad
Now the bitch is on the ?
I`m comin` down Gulf way, I`m tryin` to see what`s up
I see big ass and some titties
Now we flippin` in the `Bourbon to the city
The attitude`s shitty but I bought no plex
Ain`t talkin` `bout the Malcolm but I`m ridin` on the X
The highway was so wet, I`m slippin` out my lane
The bitch was on her knees, but now she`s runnin` me a game
I bet you never seen a big truck like that
I bet you never got a dick sucked like that
The bitch didn`t know that I was tapin` the whole scene
Now we watchin` that bitch suck me on a 5 piece screen
The glitter and the gleam, we saw them in the show
Chauffeurs and the sofas, hotel pictures and the hoes
I got the haters, and the jackers, and the million dollar crackers
Tryin` to close me down, but I got ghetto love
I`m Pimp C bitch, I`m comin` down richer than rich
So bitch you know you gotta gimme good stuff

Chorus:

Lookin` for that good stuff
Ba ba ba ba da da da
Tighten up on that backstroke
Ba ba ba ba da da da
Lookin` for that good stuff
Tighten up on that backstroke
Comin` down on fresh paint
Blowin` Swisher Sweet smoke

Verse 2 (Bun-B):



We flippin` worldwide, P.A.T. International jetsetters
Bigger than the Hollywood letters
But don`t get us confused, you lose when you bet us
Breakin` off the jealous with pitch black Barettas
My fellas and tellers who holdin` plates against them Texas boys
Bringin` the noise to haters in 9-6 plex
Like you major boy you have done played yourself
Too $hort smoked you like a Newport, and you bought
A one-way ticket to something bigger than you
Over your head and got scared
Exactly what I figured you`d do
Now who you kiddin`, I`m slangin`, bangin`, and skiddin`
Busta playa moves and if you done it and did it
As I sit in the lap of luxury
DEA is tryin` to stick bugs to me
Undercover motherfucker tried to sell drugs to me
What could be more throw
Mafioso puttin` bombs under my load
Never show no grief miss the signs in the climate
Now I`m comin` down shinin`
Pieces and chains full of diamonds
I`m winin` and dinin` and caligula
Pretty boys gettin` off the hook
Bitches sayin` but I`m diggin` ya
But I know that make ya mega crunk
And make ya make it man it make a niggas wanna pop trunk
Got skunk from the Rasta, eatin` steak and lobster
Like a mobster and gots to be lookin` for the good stuff

Chorus