ugk - cocaine in the back of the ride lyrics
pimp c b-tch! so what the f-ck is up?
step wrong n-gg- and i’ll take ya f-ckin’ nuts
got mo’ dope than a pharmacy ho
got a job for the city b-tch i’m shovelin’ snow
south texas motherf-cker that’s where i stay
gettin’ p-ssy from these b-tches every god d-mn day
kick it with a trill n-gg- so you best not trip
bought the caddy crossed the pier and kicked to gangsta nip
southern weight, get it straight, f-ck them 20’s and 10’s
on the low my f-ckin’ momma, no such things called friends
motherf-cker either down or the motherf-cker ain’t
and if ya b-tch -ss ain’t, then ya d-ck 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 d-ck
that dope for your momma and your sister too
and if i’m locked down then tell that sh-t might go with 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-gg- 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, p-ssy sell real good
and all my ho know not to trip, b-tch f-ck pretty
i’ll take out my nine and shoot ya in ya f-ckin’ t-tty
hoe n-gg-z 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!
cocaine in the back of the ride
(yeah, motherf-cker!)
cocaine in the back of the ride
(yeah, motherf-cker!)
cocaine in the back of the ride
(yeah, motherf-cker!, yeah, motherf-cker!)
cocaine in the back of the ride
(yeah, motherf-cker!)
cocaine in the back of the ride
(yeah, motherf-cker!)
cocaine in the back of the ride
(yeah, motherf-cker!)
yeah it’s bun b b-tch, and i’m the king of the [incomprehensible] 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 in
but i just laugh, ’cause p-ssy games be triflin’
the legs get spread, i cut that -ss like a knife then
bust a nut on her stomach, wash my d-ck in the sink
and buy a 40 at the store from the godd-mn ch-nk
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-gg- come with respect
step up the wrong way i’ll break yo’ godd-mn neck
big d-ck in my drawers, the n-gg-z from down south
down to put a twelve guage in yo’ godd-mn mouth!
think i’m playin’ b-tch try me, it ain’t no thang
put them hands up b-tch and kiss this godd-mn 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 sh-t ain’t cold
’cause the n-gg-‘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 n-gg- i’ll let it slide
just some mo’ cocaine in the back of the ride, b-tch!
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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