Good Stuff

(álbum: Ridin' Dirty - 1996)

[Intro: Pimp C]
Where the hoes, where the hoes
Looking, looking, tighten up, trying 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 hanging on a $2000 shirt
The game's been good
And all the hoes wanna sit on leather and the wood
Bitches trying to price my diamonds
But that shit is just so common
'Cause they see a nigga shining
But I'm moving 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 coming down Gulf way, I'm trying to see what's up
I see big ass and some titties
Now we flipping in the 'Bourbon to the city
The attitude's shitty but I bought no plex
Ain't talking 'bout the Malcolm but I'm riding on the X
The highway was so wet, I'm slipping out my lane
The bitch was on her knees, but now she's running 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 taping the whole scene
Now we watching 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
Trying to close me down, but I got ghetto love
I'm Pimp C bitch, I'm coming down richer than rich
So bitch you know you gotta gimme good stuff

[Chorus:]
Looking for that good stuff
Ba ba ba ba da da da
Tighten up on that backstroke
Ba ba ba ba da da da
Looking for that good stuff
Tighten up on that backstroke
Coming down on fresh paint
Blowing Swisher Sweet smoke

[Verse 2: Bun-B]
We flipping worldwide, P.A.T. International jetsetters
Bigger than the Hollywood letters
But don't get us confused, you lose when you bet us
Breaking off the jealous with pitch black Barettas
My fellas and tellers who holding plates against them Texas boys
Bringing 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 kidding, I'm slanging, banging, and skidding
Busta playa moves and if you done it and did it
As I sit in the lap of luxury
DEA is trying to stick bugs to me
Undercover motherfucker tried to sell drugs to me
What could be more throw
Mafioso putting bombs under my load
Never show no grief miss the signs in the climate
Now I'm coming down shining
Pieces and chains full of diamonds
I'm wining and dining and caligula
Pretty boys getting off the hook
Bitches saying but I'm digging 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, eating steak and lobster
Like a mobster and gots to be looking for the good stuff

[Chorus]