[Verse 1 Pimp C] One wit a trigger, two wit a bat Three big brothers, fowanna 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 dont figure that its 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 dont really think ya should I shoulda shot you up instead I told ya somethin good [Chorus] Tell me something good Ohhh, baby, baby, baby yeah Tell me something good Oh yeaaaaah...yeah Tell Tell me something good Ohhhhhhhhoo!, tell me, tell me... Tell me something good Ohhh, baby, baby, baby yeah [Verse 2 Bun B] Aiyyo, whats up with that bulge in ya khakis? You wanna pack a gat, but you STILL aint got the pull to come and jack me You betta bring a gangload of homies when you think you wanna throw Cause by yourself, youll run into 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, youre pushin up some daisies See crazy you wanna be, but punks with no heart, they aint hard They just waitin for Bun to pull they card You betta keep your weak self locked in ya hood Cause without your boys Imma have to tell ya somethin good [Chorus] Tell me something good Ohhh, baby, baby, baby yeah Tell me something good Oh yeaaaaah...yeah Tell Tell me something good Ohhhhhhhhoo!, tell me, tell me... Tell me something good Ohhh, baby, baby, baby yeah OhhhhhhhHOO! [Verse 3 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 dont trust the dugout, cause Im scared of that disease Cause shes passin out the skins like government cheese But not me player, cause 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 ya blood and let somebody check your skeet But if you dont step, Ima drop on ya fast And pump off bullets like government cash I didnt do ya girl but your sister was alright Took her to my homeboys 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 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 [Chorus] Tell me something good Ohhh, baby, baby, baby yeah Tell me something good Oh yeaaaaah...yeah [Verse 4 Bun B] Lets talk about these halfnhalf punks By day they sorry bastards, at night they talkin bout, poppin trunks But a .25 caint keep you alive From a sawedoff, fool so I hope you survive See bluffin might save ya tail one day But whos ta say, it wont catch ya next week, on the runway? You might shoot a few shots in the wind But the same time tomorrow, youll be runnin again Now can you keep it up, every damn night? You steady runnin to the argument but runnin from the fight Whats the deal man? Why dont you take your Raiders cap off? Cause one of these days, you gonna getcha head slapped off You cant keep a crew cause they gettin sick of seein you bail Like a punkll hit the backstreet trail And the women dont like you cause ya act like them And thats why your little jimmy never went fo a swim Ya talk about slangin, makin Gs But I saw a fiend chase ya from, BJs up to Mickey Ds Now everyday punks get took Either for they dough, theyll ride em for the powder that they cook You bookin from the scene cause ya couldnt 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 hardheads, 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 thats gone in a slayin So when I tell you somethin good, punk I dont be playin
ya, tell, baby, ohhhhhhhhoo, ohhh