Good Stuff UGK

[Interlude: Smoke D]
Motherfuckers kissin', man, they still kissin'
Nigga's jackin' they dick up under the cover, all of that
I don't participate in that rapin' myself, shit, fuck that
I need to get me some motherfuckin' ass, some hash, some ooh-ya-ya

[Intro: Pimp C]
Where the hoes?
Huh, 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 comin' down candy, I put in my work
Got a ten-thousand dollar link medallion hangin' on a two-thousand dollar shirt
The game's been good
And all the hoes wanna sit on leather and the wood
Bitches tryna price my diamonds, but that shit is just so common
'Cause they see a nigga shinin'
But I'm movin' too fast
Ninety-six karats if you think that you could manage
Got the drink and the salad
Now the bitch is in the Jag'
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 'Burban to the city
The attitude too shitty, but I barred 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, and 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 five-piece screen
The glitter and the gleam, we saw them in the show
The chauffeurs and the sofas, hotel beaches and the hoes
I got the haters, and the jackers, and the million-dollar crackers
Tryna 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