[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