Motherfuckers kissin', man, they still kissin'

****'s jackin' they dick up under the cover, all of that

I don't participate in that rapin' myself, shit, fuck that

I need to get me some motherfuckin' ass, some hash, some ooh-ya-ya

Where the hoes?

Huh, where the hoes?

Lookin', lookin', tighten up, tryin' to tighten up

Where the hoes? Where the hoes?

Check it out

I'm comin' down candy, I put in my work

Got a ten-thousand dollar link medallion hangin' on a two-thousand dollar shirt

The game's been good

And all the hoes wanna sit on leather and the wood

Bitches tryna price my diamonds, but that shit is just so common

'Cause they see a **** shinin'

But I'm movin' too fast

Ninety-six karats if you think that you could manage

Got the drink and the salad

Now the bitch is in the Jag'

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 'Burban to the city

The attitude too shitty, but I barred 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, and 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 five-piece screen

The glitter and the gleam, we saw them in the show

The chauffeurs and the sofas, hotel beaches and the hoes

I got the haters, and the jackers, and the million-dollar crackers

Tryna 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-da, ba, ba-ba-da, ba, da

Tighten up on your backstroke

Ba-da, ba, ba-ba-da, ba, 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 Barettas

My fellas and tellers who holdin' plex 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

D.E.A. is tryna stick bugs to me

Undercover motherfucker tried to sell drugs to me

What could be more throwed?

Mafioso's puttin' bombs under my load

Never show no weakness or signs of declinin'

Now I'm comin' down shinin'

Pieces and chains full of diamonds

I'm winin' and dinin' at Caligula

Pretty boys gettin' off the hook

Them bitches sayin' "But I'm diggin' ya"

But I know that make her-make her crunk

And make her-make a man to make a **** 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-da, ba, ba-ba-da, ba, da

Tighten up on your backstroke

Ba-da, ba, ba-ba-da, ba, 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-da, ba, ba-ba-da, ba, da

Tighten up on your backstroke

Ba-da, ba, ba-ba-da, ba, da

Lookin' for that good stuff

Tighten up on your backstroke

Comin' down on fresh paint

Blowin' Swisher Sweet smoke

Blowin' Swisher Sweet smoke

Lookin' for that good stuff

Tighten up on your backstroke