Pimp C - 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 b**hes tryin' to price my diamonds But that sh** is just so common Cause they see a n***a shinin' But I'm movin' too fast 96 karats if you think that you could manage Got the drink and the salad Now the b**h is on the jag I'm comin' down Gulf way, I'm tryin' to see what's up I see big a** and some titties Now we flippin' in the 'Burban to the city The attitude's sh**ty 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 b**h 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 s**ed like that The b**h didn't know that I was tapin' the whole scene Now we watchin' that b**h s** 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 b**h, I'm comin' down richer than rich So b**h you know you gotta gimme good stuff [Hook: Pimp C] Lookin' for that good stuff Ba ba babada da da Tighten up on your backstroke Ba ba babada da da Lookin' for that good stuff Tighten up on your 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' plex 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 motherf**er tried to sell d** to me What could be more throw Mafioso's 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 b**hes sayin' but I'm diggin' ya But I know that make ya mega crunk And make ya make it man it make a n***a 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 [Hook: Pimp C] Lookin' for that good stuff Ba ba babada da da Tighten up on your backstroke Ba ba babada da da Lookin' for that good stuff Tighten up on your backstroke Comin' down on fresh paint Blowin' Swisher Sweet smoke