Cocaine Lyrics

Cocaine, cocaine I'd like to introduce you all to Cocaine, cocaine UGK, UGK bitch, my man Bun B
Cocaine, cocaine Pimp C in the house y'all put your hands together Big Dick Cheney and Snowy Snow Cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine
Uh, the bitch, been good to me Been bad to my homies, keep it cool with me I played it by the rules and the regulations I use to switch cars with the Mexican at the gas station
Mine had money in it, his had the work After the deal was done, I make my girl pussy squirt 'Cause after the deal, we would all celebrate Happy 'cause it wasn't no jacking and the product was straight
I never came with the funny business That's why we steady playing in Jags and Benzes Some niggaz, let the city eat 'em up I was just coming up, whipping my pyrex steady beating it up
I'm a shark with the fork, microwave or pot I'ma hit it with the Sprite and make that butter lock Everything was cool, I was ice cold Till I let that bitch get up in my nose
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They call it cocaine, cocaina, yayo Coca leaves, whatever you wanna say bro Cocaine is a hell of a drug, it ain't hum-drum And we all know where it's at, but where it come from
The mountains of Columbia and Peru Extracted from the coca leaf, but see that shit ain't new It's been around for hundreds of years, exploited by the rich They even use to put it in Coca-Cola, ain't that a bitch
You had kings, queens, princes and princesses Even priests and popes fought to getting it in different instances A privileged possession for dozens of centuries Helped a few wars, legal and illegal industries
Grown by the cartels, protected by gorillas Transported by the best to the ghettos to straight killers The power of the powder pimping, you don't understand Ask W man, he's a dealer and a fan of cocaine
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You chilling on the corner, looking cooler than a mo'fucker Got a pocket full of hot, it's hotter than a mo'fucker Living in that condition, my Phantom in the front yard We them real dope boys, I ain't gotta front dog
Big dope in the trunk, following my Map Quest Choppers in the White House, pistol on my lap, yes I remember, when I first met that wonderful girl Club Rolex, she fathered my mother a pearl
Spinning wild living foul, diamonds all in my dial Pimping style, but they yayo got me wearing linen now Getting paper, paper plates on convertibles And my yayo to PA, that work'll move
Ricky Ross only fuck with legends Pimp C, Bun B got the hustle perfected I could ship it to ya or you could come and get it Just bring the cool million with ya when you come and visit Ross
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