Good Stuff Lyrics

Good Stuff lyrics

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