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