Good Stuff

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