Pimp C - Cocaine in the Back of the Ride lyrics

[Note: This version has additional lines in Bun B's verse] [Pimp C] Pimp C b**h! So what the f** is up? Step wrong n***a and I'll take ya f**in nuts! Got more dope than a pharmacy ho Got a job for the city b**h, I'm shoveling snow South Texas motherf**er that's where I stay Gettin p**y from these b**hes every god damn day Kick it with a trill n***a so you best not trip Bought the Caddy crossed the pier and kicked to Ganksta Nip Selling weight, get it straight, f** them 20s and 10's Only love my f**in momma no she {?} her friends Motherf**er either down or the motherf**er ain't And if ya b**h-a** ain't, then ya dick is in the paint If ya gal look fine you better hide the b**h Cause if I find her I'mma f**in make her s** my dick That goes for your momma and your sister too And if I'm locked down then tell that sh** might go for you Don't try to get no false nuts, I take 'em s**er f**in 'round with C you'll be a dead motherf**er n***a 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**h is on the street, p**y sell real good And all my ho know not to trip, b**h f** pitty I'll take out my nine and shoot ya in ya f**in titty Ho n***as 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, c**aine in the back of the ride, motherf**er! [Hook: repeat 8X w/ variations] Cocaine in the back of the ride (Yeeeeeah, motherf**er!) [Bun B] Aiyyo it's Bun B b**h, and I'm the king of the hubba trade Pockets fat as f** 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 c**aine in But I just laugh, cause p**y games be triflin The legs get spread, I cut that a** like a knife then Bust a nut on her stomach, wash my dick in the sink And buy a 40 at the store, from the god damn 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** up" Baby blue Riviera, Dayton and laced rims Khaki pants, black sweater with the U.G.K. brim Black gat fully loaded n***a come with respect Step up the wrong way I'll break yo' god damn neck Big dick in my drawers, the n***as from down South Down to put a twelve gauge in yo' god damn mouth! Think I'm playin b**h try me, it ain't no thang Put them hands up b**h, and kiss this god damn ring Cause I move tons of dope, twenty-four hours a day Cocaine from Argentina to the 'Frisco bay DEA try to stop me yo, but they sh** ain't cold Cause the n***a's got politicians on the Big Tyme payroll Narcotic agents wearin cement shoes Reported missin on the news, they singin the blues! And if my money get f**ed, I'll let it slide It's just some mo' c**aine in the back of the ride, b**h! {*Curtis Mayfield sample plays briefly*} [Pimp C - Outro] Yo, I wanna send this sh** out to them motherf**ers In 3A sellin that dope South Texas in the house, on the behalf of myself Bun B, Big Tyme Records, and we outta here... "Cocaine in the back of the ride" [- repeated 'til end of song