Lyric 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
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
