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Correct Cocaine In The Back Of The Ride Lyrics
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[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 ho Got a job for the city bitch I'm shovelin snow South Texas motherfucker that's where I stay Gettin pussy from these bitches every god damn day Kick it with a trill nigga so you best not trip Bought the Caddy crossed the pier and kicked to Ganksta Nip Southern weight, get it straight, fuck them 20's and 10's On the low my fuckin momma knows some [?] Motherfucker either down or the motherfucker ain't And if ya bitch-ass ain't, then ya dick is in the paint If ya gal look fine you better hide the bitch Cause if I find her I'ma fuckin make her suck my dick That dope for your momma and your sister too And if I'm locked down then tell that shit might go for you Don't try to get no false nuts, I take 'em sucker Fuckin 'round with C you'll be a dead motherfucker Nigga 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 bitch is on the street, pussy sell real good And all my ho know not to trip, bitch fuck petty I'll take out my nine and shoot ya in ya fuckin titty Hoe niggaz 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, cocaine in the back of the ride, motherfucker! [Chorus x8: with variations] Cocaine in the back of the ride (Yeeeeeah, motherfucker!) [Bun B] Yeah it's Bun B bitch, and I'm the king of the [?] trade Pockets fat as fuck 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 cocaine in But I just laugh, cause pussy games be triflin The legs get spread, I cut that ass 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 fuck up" Baby blue Riviera, Dayton and laced rims Khaki pants, black sweater with the you. G. K. Brim Black gat fully loaded nigga come with respect Step up the wrong way I'll break yo' god damn neck Big dick in my drawers, the niggaz from down South Down to put a twelve gauge in yo' god damn mouth! Think I'm playin bitch try me, it ain't no thang Put them hands up bitch, 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 shit ain't cold Cause the nigga's got politicians on the Big Tyme payroll Narcotic agents wearin cement shoes Reported missin on the news, they singin the blues yo Cause if they get my money nigga I'll let it slide Just some mo' cocaine in the back of the ride, bitch! [Curtis Mayfield sample plays briefly] [Repeat To Fade] "Cocaine in the back of the ride"
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