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(Feat. Rick Ross) [talking:] (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 Snowy Snow, (cocaine cocaine) [Pimp C:] 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 niggaz, 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'ma 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 Songtexte[Hook: x5] Cocaine, cocaine [Bun B:] They call it cocaine, 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 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 [Hook x5] [Rick Ross:] You chilling on the corner, looking cooler than a mo'fucker Got a pocket full of hot, 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 And my yayo 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) [Hook x9] Aus Songtexte Mania