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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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