Underground Kingz Good Stuff Lyrics

Ridin' Dirty Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 One Day
  • 3 Murder
  • 4 Pinky Ring
  • 5 Diamonds & Wood
  • 6 3 in the Mornin'
  • 7 Touched
  • 8 Fuck My Car
  • 9 That's Why I Carry
  • 10 Hi Life
  • 11 Good Stuff
  • 12 Ridin' Dirty
  • 13 Outro
  • [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]

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