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