[Verse 1: Pimp C]
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One with a trigger, two with a bat
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Three big brothers four
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Wanna squal with me, so I guess a brother gotta throw
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Tell 'em like this ya better get up out my camp dude
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Before I have to pull a gat and get real rude
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I don't figure that it's worth gettin' hurt
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Just cuz ya gal wanna give me that skirt
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Bet it feels funny when ya doin' 69
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Knowin' that ya sippin' on all my jimmy wine
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And when ya get a kiss, do ya feel bad
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Knowin' that ya swallowed on a skeeter that I had
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You wanna step to me but I don't really think you should
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I shoulda shot you up instead I told ya somethin' good.
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[Chorus]
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Tell me something good, oh baby, baby, baby yeah
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Tell me somtheing good, oh yeah, yeah
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Tell me something good, oh oh, tell me baby, tell me
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Tell me somthing good, oh baby, baby, baby yeah
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[Verse 2: Bun B]
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What's up with that bulge in ya khakis
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You wanna pack a gat but you still ain't got the pull to come and jack me
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You betta bring a gang load of homies when you think you wanna throw
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Cuz by yourself you runnin' to the floor
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I seen your kind before man you nothin' with your hands
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More than a punk but still less than a man
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You talk a lot of nothin' when ya chillin' with the ladies
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Let me catch ya by yourself, you're pushin' up some daisies
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Now crazy you wanna be
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But punks with no heart ain't hard
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They just waitin' for Bun to pull they card
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You betta keep you weak self locked in ya hood
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Cuz without your boys I'ma have to tell you somethin' good
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: Pimp C]
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See brothers nowadays got a habit that they really need to stop
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Gettin' all shot over a girl that I done popped
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You need to check your gal and what she did in the past
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Cuz if you know like me, you would drop her real fast
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But I ain't bout to do her cuz I'm scared of that disease
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Cuz she's passin' out the skinz like government cheese
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But not me player cuz Pimp C wanna live
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Have you had your test are you HI positive
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But instead of gettin' checked you wanna fight with me
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You need to check your blood and let somebody check your teeth
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But if you don't step I'ma drop on ya fast
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And pump off lead like bullets in your ass
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I didn't do your girl but your sister was allright
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Took her to my homeboy's caddy last night
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She waxed my jimmy and then the little street tramp
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Did me on a box of tens and a Pioneer amp
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I hit if from the back and the girl just threw me
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Turned me on my stomach and she scratched me on my booty
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Now everybody in the world
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Know that your sister is a nasty little girl
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Tell me something good, oh baby, baby, baby, yeah
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Tell me something good, oh yeah, yeah
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[Verse 4: Bun B]
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Now let's talk about these part time hustlers
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Throwin' up a set that you ain't down with
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Boy ya nothin' but a buster
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Talkin' bout you down to pull a jack
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Boy you couldn't jack a car when your tires caught a flat
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I hear you talkin' all that pistol poppin' in the place
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But if my boys ran up on you you'd probably pull some mace
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I see it in your face you ain't got the heart to swing
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Your hands be in your pocket when it's time to throw them things
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Now every single day another brother pulls an act
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He's tryin' to be trill but I can see that yellow stripe down his back
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It's a fact of life I learned and understood
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A brother ain't nothin' if he can't come and tell you something good
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Something Good (Pimp C's Remix)
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UGK |