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