Cocaine Lyrics - Underground Kingz - Ugk

(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) 

(Pimp C:) 

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 

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(Bun B:) 

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 

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(Rick Ross:) 

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)