Cocaine (feat. Rick Ross)

Cocaine, Cocaine

I'd like to introduce you all to

Cocaine, Cocaine

UGK, UGK bitch, my man Bub B

Cocaine, cocaine

Pimp see in the house you'll put your hands together

Big Dick Chaney and Snowy Snow

Cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine

Uh, the bitch been good to me

Been bad with 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 was 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 ****, let the city eat them up

I was just coming up, whipping my pyrex steady beating it up

I'm a shark with the Farq, microwave or pot

I'ma hit it with the sprite and make that butter lock

Everything was cool, I was ice cold

Til I let that bitch get up in my nose

Cocaine, cocaine

Cocaine, cocaine

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Cocaine, cocaine

They call it cocaine, cocaina, yayo, coca

Cheese, 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

You tell me- The mountains of Colombia and Peru

Extracted from the coca leaves but we see that shit ain't new

It's been around for hundreds of years

Exploited by the rich, they even used to put it in coca-cola

Ain't that a bitch

You has kings, queens, princes, and princesses

Even priests and popes fought to get it in different instances

No shit

A privileged possession for dozens of centuries

Helped a few wars, legal, and illegal industries

Damn

Grown by the cartels, protected by gorillas

Transported by the best of the ghettos to straight killers - hold up

The power of the powder pimping

You don't understand

Ask W man, he's a dealer and a fan of cocaine

Cocaine, cocaine

Cocaine, cocaine

Cocaine, cocaine

Cocaine, cocaine

Cocaine, cocaine

You chilling on the corner, looking cooler than a mafucker

Got a pocket full of hot, it's hotter than a mafucker

Living in that condition, my phantom in the front yard

We them real dope boys, I ain't got a front dog

Big dope in the trunk, following my Mapquest

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 of 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

Any my yayo to PA, that Work'll move

Ricky Ross only fuck with legends

Pimp see, Bub B got the hustle perfected. (You hear me?)

I could ship it to you or you could come and get it

Just bring the cool million with you when you come and visit Ross

Cocaine, cocaine

Cocaine, cocaine

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