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Somethin' Good Lyrics

[Verse 1:]
Microphone check 1, 2
Got my heat beneath the seat, it ain't nothing new
Just picked up Dre, that's my cousin
He got the E & J, so we buzzing
But I forgot to mention that he had a freak with him
Good Lord, he told me how she did him
He say the b**** want to be his main
But she free to let us run this train
Hoe don't know she dealing with professionals
Street n***** that's intellectual
When it comes to recognizing game, we pros
We let these b****** be b****** and hoes be hoes
That's the way love goes when I'm dealing with hoes
I get that p**** like I'm supposed
Other than that, I'll ignore you
But if you're with it, I got something good for you

[Chorus: x2]
Girl, I got something good for you
Guess what it is (what?)
d***!

[Verse 2:]
It's a big fat black long d***
I can't afford to be buying you s***
It ain't that a m*********** broke
Get off my shoulder, you m************ freeloader
Telling me your other man bought you a Caddy
But f*** that s***, I ain't a sugar daddy
I'm just a hustling m*********** from 5th Ward
In these streets, trying to make ends meet
And my d*** is about ready to meet you girlfriend
So put your p**** on the other end
I want to f*** you like a dog
In your combat boots and make you p**** say 'woof'
but first let me find myself a rubber
Before I f*** around and get in trouble
And stop talking about knowing me better before you put me in
b**** you know I got a girlfriend
You look good from head to toe
But I ain't leaving my woman for a straight up hoe
You're looking for a wedding ring
But I can't do nothing but give you this ding-a-ling
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
I'm that n**** who can hit the p**** proper
And make a b**** jump around like a grasshopper
I don't take them out on the town like a sucker
I just meet a fine b**** and I f*** her
But some of y'all still don't know
Hoes like d*** just as much as we like the p**** hole
You gotta let her know from the get
That her p**** ain't no more important than your d***
Cause I had this hoe the other night, bro
Yo, peep the scenario
She tried to take Willie D to the cleaners
But when she saw she couldn't she settled for the p****
Cause I rubbed that c*** with me index
And made that p**** soaking wet
In the driver's seat of my Explorer
I had something good for her

[Chorus x2]
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