UGK – Cocaine in the Back of the Ride

Pimp see 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 Gangsta Nip

Southern weight, get it straight, fuck them 20’s and 10’s
On the low my fuckin’ momma, no such things called friends
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 with you

Don’t try to get no false nuts, I take ’em sucker
Fuckin’ ’round with see 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 pretty
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!

Cocaine in the back of the ride
(Yeah, motherfucker!)
Cocaine in the back of the ride
(Yeah, motherfucker!)
Cocaine in the back of the ride
(Yeah, motherfucker!, Yeah, motherfucker!)

Cocaine in the back of the ride
(Yeah, motherfucker!)
Cocaine in the back of the ride
(Yeah, motherfucker!)
Cocaine in the back of the ride
(Yeah, motherfucker!)

Yeah it’s Bun be bitch, and I’m the king of the [Incomprehensible] 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 goddamn 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 U.G.K. brim
Black gat fully loaded nigga come with respect
Step up the wrong way I’ll break yo’ goddamn neck

Big dick in my drawers, the niggaz from down South
Down to put a twelve gauge in yo’ goddamn mouth!
Think I’m playin’ bitch try me, it ain’t no thang
Put them hands up bitch and kiss this goddamn ring

‘Cause I move tons of dope, twenty-four hours a day
Cocaine from Argentina to the Frisco Bay
D. E. A. try to stop me yo but they shit ain’t cold
‘Cause the nigga’s got politicians on the big time 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!

Cocaine in the back of the ride
Cocaine in the back of the ride
Cocaine in the back of the ride
Cocaine in the back of the ride
Cocaine in the back of the ride

Wax and EOM – Music and Liquor

I spent all my money on women and wine
and didn’t give enough time to the rhythm and rhyme
I stay focused on the nickel and dime
I should be Benjamin thinking
but when I get ’em I be spendin’ them drinkin’

and then I wake up feelin’ nervous and lifeless
a thin line between worthless and priceless
when my life gets confusing ahead of me
I don’t ever solve problems, I just start boozin’ heavily

in San Diego I got off work everyday around four
and every single day the road worker next door’d
come home with an eighteen pack of Miller High-Life
I said my life is headed down a path that’s way too sim-
ilar, I’d prefer not to end up like him
and I’d look up and I’d cringe
but every time I try to change I say fuck it and binge,
thats my life

I’ve been with you so long, and my love for you’s so strong
but sometimes it feels so cold, and baby it gets so old
wondering why… I…
stumble and cry, yeah
my life’s occupied by music and liquor

I can’t stop drinking, I can’t stop smoking, I can’t stop writing,
I should be the ”can’t stop” spokesman
addictive personality, ironically
I write my realest shit when I escape from reality
I drink to forget, then I write to remember,
it’s been like that since my high school tenure

I can’t imagine if I never had this rappin’ hobby
I’d rarely be happy probably
but I knew a lotta people when I lived back in Maryland,
that had it way worse, gettin’ addicted to heroin
so I shouldn’t be too pissed
I’m just gettin’ sick of writing drunken self help To-Do lists
that remain unchecked cause I never follow through
and when you move, old habits follow you
and I can’t quite shake this ape from off my back
it seems as if it’s safe strapped up tight
aye yo that’s my life.

I’ve been with you so long, and my love for you’s so strong
but sometimes it feels so cold, and baby it gets so old
wondering why… I…
stumble and cry, yeah
my life’s occupied by music and liquor

I guess I’m trying to escape from the fear and the sadness,
it’s madness, turned beer into gladness
it’s sorta like a miracle of Christ
good timing, I could use some spiritual advice

I used to hate the taste of beer as a kid,
and they say times change and it’s clear that they did,
cause now it seems every night I’m intox-
icated by myself in a little-ass box

I’ve been with you so long, and my love for you’s so strong
but sometimes it feels so cold, and baby it gets so old
wondering why… I…
stumble and cry, yeah
my life’s occupied by music and liquor