UGK, Rick Ross - Cocaine lyrics

(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 Tony Snow
(cocaine cocaine)

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 niggas 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'mma 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 cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine

They call it cocaine, cocaina, 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 Colombia, 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

Cocaine, cocaine cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine

You chilling on the corner
Looking cooler than a (mo'fucker)
Got a pocket full of hard, 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
M-IyAyo 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)

Cocaine, cocaine cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine cocaine, cocaine
(Everything was cool, I was ice cold
Til I let that bitch get up in my nose)
Cocaine, cocaine cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine