Good Stuff lyrics

Artist  : Ugk 
Song : 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