Ugk - Cocaine lyrics

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(cocaine cocaine), I'd like to introduce you all to

(cocaine cocaine) UGK, UGK bitch my man Bun B

Pimp C in the house y'all, put your hands together

Big Dick Cheney and Snowy Snow, (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

Cocaine, cocaine

They call it cocaine, coc-a-ina, yayo

Coca leaf, 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

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 convertables

And my yayo to P-A, 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)