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Cocaine In The Back Of The Ride Lyrics



Pimp C bitch! So what the f**k is up?
Step wrong nigga and I'll take ya f**kin' nuts
Got mo' dope than a pharmacy ho
Got a job for the city bitch I'm shovelin' snow

South Texas motherf**ker that's where I stay
Gettin' pus*y 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 Gangsta Nip

Southern weight, get it straight, f**k them 20's and 10's
On the low my f**kin' momma, no such things called friends
Motherf**ker either down or the motherf**ker ain't
And if ya bitch a*s ain't, then ya d**k is in the paint

If ya gal look fine you better hide the bitch
'Cause if I find her I'ma f**kin' make her s*ck my d**k
That dope for your momma and your sister too
And if I'm locked down then tell that shit might go with you

Don't try to get no false nuts, I take 'em s*cker
f**kin' 'round with C you'll be a dead motherf**ker
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, pus*y sell real good
And all my ho know not to trip, bitch f**k pretty
I'll take out my nine and shoot ya in ya f**kin' 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, motherf**ker!

Cocaine in the back of the ride
(Yeah, motherf**ker!)
Cocaine in the back of the ride
(Yeah, motherf**ker!)
Cocaine in the back of the ride
(Yeah, motherf**ker!, Yeah, motherf**ker!)

Cocaine in the back of the ride
(Yeah, motherf**ker!)
Cocaine in the back of the ride
(Yeah, motherf**ker!)
Cocaine in the back of the ride
(Yeah, motherf**ker!)

Yeah it's Bun B bitch, and I'm the king of the [Incomprehensible] trade
Pockets fat as f**k 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 pus*y games be triflin'
The legs get spread, I cut that a*s like a knife then
Bust a nut on her stomach, wash my d**k in the sink
And buy a 40 at the store from the goddamn 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 f**k 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' goddamn neck

Big d**k in my drawers, the niggaz from down South
Down to put a twelve guage in yo' goddamn mouth!
Think I'm playin' bitch try me, it ain't no thang
Put them hands up bitch and kiss this goddamn ring

'Cause I move tons of dope, twenty-four hours a day
Cocaine from Argentina to the Frisco Bay
D. E. A. try to stop me yo but they shit ain't cold
'Cause the nigga's got politicians on the big time 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!

Cocaine in the back of the ride
Cocaine in the back of the ride
Cocaine in the back of the ride
Cocaine in the back of the ride
Cocaine in the back of the ride



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