Cocaine in the Back of the Ride
[Note: This version has additional lines in Bun B's verse][Pimp C]Pimp C bitch! So what the fuck is up?Step wrong nigga and I'll take ya fuckin nuts!Got mo' dope than a pharmacy hoGot a job for the city bitch I'm shovelin snowSouth Texas motherfucker that's where I stayGettin pussy from these bitches every god damn dayKick it with a trill nigga so you best not tripBought the Caddy crossed the pier and kicked to Ganksta NipSouthern weight, get it straight, fuck them 20's and 10'sOnly love my fuckin momma no she {?} her friendsMotherfucker either down or the motherfucker ain'tAnd if ya bitch-ass ain't, then ya dick is in the paintIf ya gal look fine you better hide the bitchCause if I find her I'ma fuckin make her suck my dickThat dope for your momma and your sister tooAnd if I'm locked down then tell that shit might go for youDon't try to get no false nuts, I take 'em suckerFuckin 'round with C you'll be a dead motherfuckerNigga only 17 but I'm runnin the showSellin dope from Louisiana down to El Segundo, ha!I think it's only fair that I should knock on woodCause my bitch is on the street, pussy sell real goodAnd all my ho know not to trip, bitch fuck pittyI'll take out my nine and shoot ya in ya fuckin tittyHoe niggaz forty-five tryin to, get with meSellin fifty dollar slabs as I'm slangin them ki'sIf you need to get some powder I'm fully suppliedI got the, cocaine in the back of the ride, motherfucker![Chorus: repeat 8X w/ variations]Cocaine in the back of the ride (Yeeeeeah, motherfucker!)[Bun B]Aiyyo it's Bun B bitch, and I'm the king of the hubba tradePockets fat as fuck from all the ducats the brother madeHoes like to jock, but see I try to contain 'emThey droppin them drawers because I move they cocaine inBut I just laugh, cause pussy games be triflinThe legs get spread, I cut that ass like a knife thenbust a nut on her stomach, wash my dick in the sinkAnd buy a 40 at the store, from the god damn chinkDope games keep ya SICK, just like a diseaseMovin ki's makin G's, hoes drop to they kneesLittle kids on the corner, steady grabbin they nutssayin, "I wish I was Bun when I grow the fuck up"Baby blue Riviera, Dayton and laced rimsKhaki pants, black sweater with the U.G.K. brimBlack gat fully loaded nigga come with respectStep up the wrong way I'll break yo' god damn neckBig dick in my drawers, the niggaz from down SouthDown to put a twelve gauge in yo' god damn mouth!Think I'm playin bitch try me, it ain't no thangPut them hands up bitch, and kiss this god damn ringCause I move tons of dope, twenty-four hours a dayCocaine from Argentina to the 'Frisco bayDEA try to stop me yo, but they shit ain't coldCause the nigga's got politicians on the Big Tyme payrollNarcotic agents wearin cement shoesReported missin on the news, they singin the blues!And if my money get fucked, I'll let it slideIt's just some mo' cocaine in the back of the ride, bitch!{*Curtis Mayfield sample plays briefly*}[Pimp C - Outro]Yo, I wanna send this shit out to them motherfuckers in 3A sellin that dopeSouth Texas in the house, on the behalf of myselfBun B, Big Tyme Records, and we outta here..."Cocaine in the back of the ride"