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UGK lyrics : "Cocaine In The Back Of The Ride"

[Pimp C]
Pimp C (*##$! So what the $#&@ is up?
Step wrong ^!$$% and I'll take ya $#&@in nuts!

Got mo' dope than a pharmacy ho
Got a job for the city (*##$ I'm shovelin snow
South Texas mother$#&@er that's where I stay

Gettin #~!!@ from these (*##$es every god damn day
Kick it with a trill ^!$$% so you best not trip
Bought the Caddy crossed the pier and kicked to Ganksta Nip

Southern weight, get it straight, $#&@ them 20's and 10's
On the low my $#&@in momma knows some [?]
Mother$#&@er either down or the mother$#&@er ain't

And if ya (*##$-ass ain't, then ya dick is in the paint
If ya gal look fine you better hide the (*##$
Cause if I find her I'ma $#&@in make her suck my dick

That dope for your momma and your sister too
And if I'm locked down then tell that %#@! might go for you
Don't try to get no false nuts, I take 'em sucker

$#&@in 'round with C you'll be a dead mother$#&@er
^!$$% only 17 but I'm runnin the show
Sellin dope from Louisiana down to El Segundo, ha!

I think it's only fair that I should knock on wood
Cause my (*##$ is on the street, #~!!@ sell real good
And all my ho know not to trip, (*##$ $#&@ petty

I'll take out my nine and shoot ya in ya $#&@in titty
Hoe ^!$$%z forty-five tryin to, get with me
Sellin fifty dollar slabs as I'm slangin them ki's

If you need to get some powder I'm fully supplied
I got the, cocaine in the back of the ride, mother$#&@er!


[Chorus x8: w/ variations]
Cocaine in the back of the ride (Yeeeeeah, mother$#&@er!)


[Bun B]
Yeah it's Bun B (*##$, and I'm the king of the [?] trade
Pockets fat as $#&@ from all the ducats the brother made

Hoes like to jock, but see I try to contain 'em
They droppin them drawers because I move they cocaine in
But I just laugh, cause #~!!@ games be triflin

The legs get spread, I cut that $$# like a knife then
bust a nut on her stomach, wash my dick in the sink
And buy a 40 at the store, from the god damn chink

Dope games keep ya SICK, just like a disease
Movin ki's makin G's, hoes drop to they knees
Little kids on the corner, steady grabbin they nuts

sayin, "I wish I was Bun when I grow the $#&@ up"
Baby blue Riviera, Dayton and laced rims
Khaki pants, black sweater with the U.G.K. brim

Black gat fully loaded ^!$$% come with respect
Step up the wrong way I'll break yo' god damn neck
Big dick in my drawers, the ^!$$%z from down South

Down to put a twelve gauge in yo' god damn mouth!
Think I'm playin (*##$ try me, it ain't no thang
Put them hands up (*##$, and kiss this god damn ring

Cause I move tons of dope, twenty-four hours a day
Cocaine from Argentina to the 'Frisco bay
DEA try to stop me yo, but they %#@! ain't cold

Cause the ^!$$%'s got politicians on the Big Tyme payroll
Narcotic agents wearin cement shoes
Reported missin on the news, they singin the blues yo

Cause if they get my money ^!$$% I'll let it slide
Just some mo' cocaine in the back of the ride, (*##$!


[Curtis Mayfield sample plays briefly]

[repeat to fade] "Cocaine in the back of the ride"

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