Good Stuff

Where the hoes? Where the hoes? Lookin', lookin', tighten up, tryin' to tighten up Where the hoes? Where the hoes? Check it out I'm coming down candy, I put in my work Got a 10, 000 dollar link medallion hangin' on a 2000 dollar 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 J 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, 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 Lookin' for that good stuff Ba ba ba ba da da da Tighten up on your backstroke Ba ba ba ba da da da Lookin' for that good stuff Tighten up on your backstroke Comin' down on fresh paint Blowin' swisher sweet smoke We flippin' worldwide, P A T international jet setters Bigger than the Hollywood letters But don't get us confused, you lose when you bet us Breakin' off the jealous with pitch black Birettas 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 Short 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, D E A 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 And 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' pasta, steak and lobster Like a mobster and gots to be lookin' for the good stuff Lookin' for that good stuff Ba ba ba ba da da da Tighten up on your backstroke Ba ba ba ba da da da Lookin' for that good stuff Tighten up on your backstroke Comin' down on fresh paint Blowin' swisher sweet smoke Lookin' for that good stuff Ba ba ba ba da da da Tighten up on your backstroke Ba ba ba ba da da da Lookin' for that good stuff Tighten up on your backstroke Comin' down on fresh paint Blowin' swisher sweet smoke, smoke, smoke Blowin' swisher sweet smoke Lookin' for that good stuff Tighten up on your backstroke