Ugk - Good Stuff Lyrics

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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 10000 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 bay

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

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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

Tighten up on that backstroke

Lookin' for that good stuff

Tighten up on that 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

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

Lookin' for that good stuff

Tighten up on that backstroke

Lookin' for that good stuff

Tighten up on that backstroke

Comin' down on fresh paint

Blowin' Swisher Sweet smoke

Blowin' Swisher Sweet smoke

Lookin' for that good stuff

Tighten up on that backstroke

Lookin' for that good stuff

Tighten up on that backstroke

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