Something Good (Extended Version)

[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 [Hook: sampled from Chaka Khan & Rufus' "Something Good"] 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) [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 gangload of homies when you think you wanna throw Cause by yourself, you're runnin to 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'mma have to tell ya somethin good [Hook] (Ohhhhhhh-HOO!) [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 don't trust the dugout, 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 bullets like government cash 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 Told me, "Pump it harder," and she scratched me on my BOOTY Now everybody in the world Know that your sister is a nasty lil' girl [Hook 1/2] [Bun B] Let's talk about these half-n-half punks By day they sorry bastards, at night they talkin bout, poppin trunks But a .25 cain't keep you alive From a sawed-off, fool so I hope you survive See bluffin might save ya tail one day But who's ta say, it won't catch ya next week, on the runway? You might shoot a few shots in the wind But the same time tomorrow, you'll be runnin again Now can you keep it up, every damn night? You steady runnin to the argument but runnin from the fight What's the deal man? Why don't you take your Raiders cap off? Cause one of these days, you gonna getcha head slapped off You cain't keep a crew cause they gettin sick of seein you bail Like a punk'll hit the backstreet trail And the women don't like you cause ya act like them And that's why your little jimmy never went fo' a swim Ya talk about slangin, makin G's But I saw a fiend chase ya from, BJ's up to Mickey D's Now everyday punks get took Either for they dough, they'll ride 'em for the powder that they cook You bookin from the scene cause ya couldn't hold ya own A 40 ounce bottle slams, ya dead to your dome Now you want revenge, so ya get your automatic Find a group of hard-heads, and startin kickin static Ya pulled ya little chrome but these fools got gats Try to run and caught two buckshots in ya back Now you nothin but a memory that's gone in a slayin So when I tell you somethin good, punk I don't be playin