Something Good (Pimp C’s Remix)

[Verse 1: Pimp C]
One wit a trigger, two wit a bat
Three big brothers, fo'—wanna squab with me
So I guess a brother gotta throw
Tell 'em like this, ya better get up out my camp dude
Befo' I have to pull my gat and get, real rude
I don't figure that it's worth gettin hurt
Just 'cause ya gal wanna give me that skirt
Bet it feels funny when ya doin 69
Knowin that ya sippin on all my jimmy wine
And when ya get a kiss, do ya feel bad
Knowin that ya swallowed all the skeeter that I had?
You wanna step to me but I don't really think ya should
I shoulda shot you up instead I told ya somethin good

[Chorus]
"Tell me something good (Ohhh, baby, baby, baby yeah)"
"Tell me something good (Oh yeaaaaah...yeah)"
"Tell—"
"Tell me something good (Ohhhhhhh-hoo!, tell me, tell me...)"
"Tell me something good (Ohhh, baby, baby, baby yeah)"

[Verse 2: Bun B]
Aiyyo, what's up with that bulge in ya khakis?
You wanna pack a gat, but you still ain't got the pull to come and jack me
You betta bring a gang-load of homies when you think you wanna throw
'Cause by yourself, you'll run into the flo'
I seen your kind befo', man ya nothin with your hands
More than a punk but still less than a man
You talk a lot of nothin when ya chillin with the ladies
Let me catch ya by yourself, you're pushin up some daisies
See crazy you wanna be, but punks with no heart, they ain't hard
They just waitin for Bun to pull they card
You betta keep your weak self locked in ya hood
'Cause without your boys I'ma have to tell ya somethin good

[Chorus]
"Tell me something good (Ohhh, baby, baby, baby yeah)"
"Tell me something good (Oh yeaaaaah...yeah)"
"Tell—"
"Tell me something good (Ohhhhhhh-hoo!, tell me, tell me...)"
"Tell me something good (Ohhh, baby, baby, baby yeah)"
(Ohhhhhhh-HOO!)

[Verse 3: Pimp C]
Brothers nowadays got a habit that they really need to stop
Gettin all shot over a girl that I done popped
You need to check ya girl and what she did in the past
'Cause if you know like me, you would drop her REAL fast
But I ain't 'bout to do her, cause I'm scared of that disease
'Cause she's passin' out the skinz like government cheese
But not me player, cause Pimp C wanna live
Have you had your test? Are you H-I positive?
But instead of gettin checked you wanna fight with me
You need to check ya blood and let somebody check your skeet
But if you don't step, I'mma drop on ya fast
And pump off lead like bullets in your ass
I didn't do ya girl but your sister was alright
Took her to my homeboy's Caddy last night (*girl moaning in the background*)
She waxed my jimmy, and then the little street tramp
Did me on a box of tens and a Pioneer amp
I hit it from the back, and the girl just threw me
Turned me on my stomach and she scratched me on my booty
Now everybody in the world
Know that your sister is a nasty lil' girl

[Chorus]
"Tell me something good (Ohhh, baby, baby, baby yeah)"
"Tell me something good (Oh yeaaaaah...yeah)"

[Verse 4: Bun B]
Let's talk about these part-time hustlers
Throwin up a set that you ain't down with, boy you nothin but a buster
Talkin bout you down to pull a jack
Boy you couldn't jack a car when your tires caught a flat
I hear you talkin all that pistol poppin in the place
But if my boys ran up on you, you'd probably pull some mace
I see it in your face, you ain't got the heart to swing
Your hands be in your pocket when it's time to throw them things
Now every single day another brother pulls an act
He's tryin to be trill, but I can see that yellow stripe down his back
It's a fact of life I learned and understood
A brother ain't nothin if he can't come and tell you something good