Good Stuff Songtext
von UGK

Where the hoes? Where the hoes?
Lookin′, lookin', tighten up, tryin′ to tighten up
Where the hoes? Where the hoes? Check it out

I'm coming down candy, I put in my work
Got a 10, 000 dollar link medallion hangin' on a
2000 dollar 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 J
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, 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

Lookin′ for that good stuff
Ba ba ba ba da da da
Tighten up on your backstroke
Ba ba ba ba da da da

Lookin′ for that good stuff
Tighten up on your backstroke
Comin' down on fresh paint
Blowin′ swisher sweet smoke


We flippin' worldwide, P A T international jet setters
Bigger than the Hollywood letters
But don′t get us confused, you lose when you bet us
Breakin' off the jealous with pitch black Birettas

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 Short 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, D E A 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
And 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′ pasta, steak and lobster
Like a mobster and gots to be lookin' for the good stuff

Lookin' for that good stuff
Ba ba ba ba da da da
Tighten up on your backstroke
Ba ba ba ba da da da

Lookin′ for that good stuff
Tighten up on your backstroke
Comin′ down on fresh paint
Blowin' swisher sweet smoke

Lookin′ for that good stuff
Ba ba ba ba da da da
Tighten up on your backstroke
Ba ba ba ba da da da

Lookin' for that good stuff
Tighten up on your backstroke
Comin′ down on fresh paint
Blowin' swisher sweet smoke, smoke, smoke
Blowin′ swisher sweet smoke

Lookin' for that good stuff
Tighten up on your backstroke