[Verse 1: Pimp C] One with a trigger, two with a bat Three big brothers four Wanna squal with me, so I guess a brother gotta throw Tell 'em like this ya better get up out my camp dude Before I have to pull a gat and get real rude I don't figure that it's worth gettin' hurt Just cuz 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 on a skeeter that I had You wanna step to me but I don't really think you should I shoulda shot you up instead I told ya somethin' good. [Chorus] Tell me something good, oh baby, baby, baby yeah Tell me somtheing good, oh yeah, yeah Tell me something good, oh oh, tell me baby, tell me Tell me somthing good, oh baby, baby, baby yeah [Verse 2: Bun B] 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 Cuz by yourself you runnin' to the floor I seen your kind before man you 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 Now crazy you wanna be But punks with no heart ain't hard They just waitin' for Bun to pull they card You betta keep you weak self locked in ya hood Cuz without your boys I'ma have to tell you somethin' good [Chorus] [Verse 3: Pimp C] See 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 your gal and what she did in the past Cuz if you know like me, you would drop her real fast But I ain't bout to do her cuz I'm scared of that disease Cuz she's passin' out the skinz like government cheese But not me player cuz Pimp C wanna live Have you had your test are you HI positive But instead of gettin' checked you wanna fight with me You need to check your blood and let somebody check your teeth But if you don't step I'ma drop on ya fast And pump off lead like bullets in your ass I didn't do your girl but your sister was allright Took her to my homeboy's caddy last night 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 Turned me on my stomach and she scratched me on my booty Now everybody in the world Know that your sister is a nasty little girl Tell me something good, oh baby, baby, baby, yeah Tell me something good, oh yeah, yeah [Verse 4: Bun B] Now let's talk about these part time hustlers Throwin' up a set that you ain't down with Boy ya 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
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Copy to Clipboard: [Verse 1: Pimp C] One with a trigger, two with a bat Three big brothers four Wanna squal with me, so I guess a brother gotta throw Tell 'em like this ya better get up out my camp dude Before I have to pull a gat and get real rude I don't figure that it's worth gettin' hurt Just cuz 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 on a skeeter that I had You wanna step to me but I don't really think you should I shoulda shot you up instead I told ya somethin' good. [Chorus] Tell me something good, oh baby, baby, baby yeah Tell me somtheing good, oh yeah, yeah Tell me something good, oh oh, tell me baby, tell me Tell me somthing good, oh baby, baby, baby yeah [Verse 2: Bun B] 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 Cuz by yourself you runnin' to the floor I seen your kind before man you 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 Now crazy you wanna be But punks with no heart ain't hard They just waitin' for Bun to pull they card You betta keep you weak self locked in ya hood Cuz without your boys I'ma have to tell you somethin' good [Chorus] [Verse 3: Pimp C] See 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 your gal and what she did in the past Cuz if you know like me, you would drop her real fast But I ain't bout to do her cuz I'm scared of that disease Cuz she's passin' out the skinz like government cheese But not me player cuz Pimp C wanna live Have you had your test are you HI positive But instead of gettin' checked you wanna fight with me You need to check your blood and let somebody check your teeth But if you don't step I'ma drop on ya fast And pump off lead like bullets in your ass I didn't do your girl but your sister was allright Took her to my homeboy's caddy last night 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 Turned me on my stomach and she scratched me on my booty Now everybody in the world Know that your sister is a nasty little girl Tell me something good, oh baby, baby, baby, yeah Tell me something good, oh yeah, yeah [Verse 4: Bun B] Now let's talk about these part time hustlers Throwin' up a set that you ain't down with Boy ya 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
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