Cocaine In The Back Of The Ride Lyrics

Cocaine In The Back Of The Ride lyrics

[Pimp C]



Pimp C bitch!So what the fuck is up?



Step wrong nigga and I'll take ya fuckin nuts!



Got mo' dope than a pharmacy ho



Got a job for the city bitch I'm shovelin snow



South Texas motherfucker that's where I stay



Gettin pussy from these bitches every god damn day



Kick it with a trill nigga so you best not trip



Bought the Caddy crossed the pier and kicked to Ganksta Nip



Southern weight, get it straight, fuck them 20's and 10's



On the low my fuckin momma knows some (?)



Motherfucker either down or the motherfucker ain't



And if ya bitch-ass ain't, then ya dick is in the paint



If ya gal look fine you better hide the bitch



Cause if I find her I'ma fuckin make her suck my dick



That dope for your momma and your sister too



And if I'm locked down then tell that shit might go for you



Don't try to get no false nuts, I take 'em sucker



Fuckin 'round with C you'll be a dead motherfucker



Nigga 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 bitch is on the street, pussy sell real good



And all my ho know not to trip, bitch fuck petty



I'll take out my nine and shoot ya in ya fuckin titty



Hoe niggaz 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, motherfucker!







[Chorus: repeat 8X w/ variations]



Cocaine in the back of the ride (Yeeeeeah, motherfucker!)







[Bun B]



Yeah it's Bun B bitch, and I'm the king of the (?) trade



Pockets fat as fuck 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 pussy games be triflin



The legs get spread, I cut that ass 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 fuck up"



Baby blue Riviera, Dayton and laced rims



Khaki pants, black sweater with the U.G.K. brim



Black gat fully loaded nigga come with respect



Step up the wrong way I'll break yo' god damn neck



Big dick in my drawers, the niggaz from down South



Down to put a twelve gauge in yo' god damn mouth!



Think I'm playin bitch try me, it ain't no thang



Put them hands up bitch, 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 shit ain't cold



Cause the nigga'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 nigga I'll let it slide



Just some mo' cocaine in the back of the ride, bitch!







{*Curtis Mayfield sample plays briefly*







"Cocaine in the back of the ride" -> *repeat to fade*