Something Good

One with a trigger, two with a bat

Three big brothers, four

Wanna squab' 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 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 you feel bad

Knowin' that ya swallowed all the 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 you something good

Tell me something good

Oh baby, baby, baby yeah

Tell me something good

Oh yeah, yeah

Tell me something good

Oh oh, tell me, tell me, tell me

Tell me something good

Oh baby, baby, baby yeah

Ayo 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 better bring a gang load of homies

When you think you wanna throw

'Cause 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 you 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 better keep ya weak self locked in ya hood

'Cause without your boys

I'ma have to tell you something good

Tell me something good

Oh baby, baby, baby yeah

Tell me something good

Oh yeah, yeah

Tell me something good

Oh oh, tell me, tell me, tell me

Tell me something good

Oh baby, baby, baby yeah

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 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 a drugger

'Cause I'm scared of that disease

'Cause she's passin' out the skins like government cheese

But not me player 'cause Pimp C wanna live

Have you had yo' test, are you H.I. positive?

But instead of gettin' checked you wanna fight with me

You need to check your blood

And let somebody check your feet

But if you don't step I'ma drop on ya fast

And pump off bullets like government cash

I didn't do your girl but your sister was alright

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

Told me pump it harder

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

Let's talk about these half and half punks

By day they sorry bastards

At night they talkin' 'bout poppin' trunks

But a .25 can'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 to say

They 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 can't keep a crew

'Cause they gettin' sick of seein' you bail

Like a punk they 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 talkin' 'bout 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 started 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 something good

Punk I don't be playin'