Letra de Something good

[Pimp C:]
One with a trigger, two with 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: 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´m a have to tell ya somethin good

[Chorus]

(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 teeth
But if you don´t step, I´m a 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 if 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

[Chorus 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
Butter .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