Cocaine in the Back of the Ride lyrics

[Verse 1: Pimp C]
Pimp C b*tch! So what the f*ck is up?
Step wrong n*gga and I'll take ya f*ckin nuts!
Got more dope than a pharmacy, hoe
Got a job for the city b*tch, I'm shoveling snow
South Texas motherf*cker that's where I stay
Gettin pus*y from these b*tches every god damn day
Kick it with a trill n*gga so you best not trip
Bought the Caddy crossed the pier and kicked to Ganksta Nip
Selling weight, get it straight, f*ck them 20s and 10's
Only love my f*ckin momma no such thing as no friends
Motherf*cker either down or the motherf*cker ain't
And if ya b*tch-ass ain't, then ya di*k is in the paint
If ya gal look fine you better hide the b*tch
'Cause if I find her, I'ma f*ckin make her suck my di*k
That goes for your momma and your sister too
And if I'm locked down in jail that sh*t might go for you
Don't try to get no false nuts, I take 'em sucker
f*ckin 'round with C you'll be a dead motherf*cker
n*gga 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 b*tch is on the street, pus*y sell real good
And all my ho know not to trip, b*tch f*ck pitty
I'll take out my nine and shoot ya in ya f*ckin titty
Hoe n*ggas 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, motherf*cker!
[Hook: repeat 8X w/ variations]
Cocaine in the back of the ride (Yeeeeeah, motherf*cker!)

[Verse 2: Bun B]
Aiyyo it's Bun B b*tch, and I'm the king of the hubba trade
Pockets fat as f*ck 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
But I just laugh, cause pus*y games be triflin
The legs get spread, I cut that ass like a knife then
Bust a nut on her stomach, wash my di*k in the sink
And buy a 40 at the store, from the goddamn c***k
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 f*ck up"
Baby blue Riviera, Dayton and laced rims
Khaki pants, black sweater with the U.G.K. brim
Black gat fully loaded n*gga, come with respect
Step up the wrong way I'll break yo' goddamn neck
Big di*k in my drawers, the n*ggas from down South
Down to put a twelve gauge in yo' god damn mouth!
Think I'm playin b*tch try me, it ain't no thang
Put them hands up b*tch, 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 sh*t ain't cold
'Cause the n*gga's got politicians on the Big Tyme payroll
Narcotic agents wearin cement shoes
Reported missin on the news, they singin the blues!
'Cause if they get my money n*gga, I'll let it slide
It's just some mo' cocaine in the back of the ride, b*tch!
[Outro]
Cocaine in the back of the ride