N.O. Joe - Cocaine lyrics

(*talking*) (c**aine c**aine), I'd like to introduce you all to (c**aine c**aine) UGK, UGK b**h my man Bun B Pimp C in the house y'all, put your hands together Big Dick Cheney and Tony Snow, (c**aine c**aine) [Pimp C] Uh the b**h, 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 p**y 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 n***as, 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 bu*ter lock Everything was cool, I was ice cold Till I let that b**h, get up in my nose [Hook - 5x] Cocaine, c**aine [Bun B] They call it c**aine, 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 c**a leaf, but see that sh** 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 b**h 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 k**ers The power of the powder pimping, you don't understand Ask W man, he's a dealer and a fan of c**aine [Hook - 5x] [Rick Ross] You chilling on the corner, looking cooler than a mo'f**er Got a pocket full of hard, it's hotter than a mo'f**er 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-I-yAyo to P-A, that work'll move Ricky Ross, only f** 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) [Hook - 9x]