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
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