Spinning wild living foul, diamonds all in my dial
Living in that condition, my Phantom in the front yard
Cocaine, cocaine
I remember, when I first met that wonderful girl
Got a pocket full of hot, it's hotter than a mo'fucker
The power of the powder pimping, you don't understand
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
Cocaine, cocaine
Grown by the cartels, protected by gorillas
Cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine
Till I let that bitch get up in my nose
Big Dick Cheney and Snowy Snow
UGK, UGK bitch, my man Bun B
Been bad to my homies, keep it cool with me
They even use to put it in Coca-Cola, ain't that a bitch
Cocaine, cocaine
Club Rolex, she fathered my mother a pearl
You had kings, queens, princes and princesses
Cocaine, cocaine
Even priests and popes fought to getting it in different instances
Transported by the best to the ghettos to straight killers
Pimp C in the house y'all put your hands together
Extracted from the coca leaf, but see that shit ain't new
I was just coming up, whipping my pyrex steady beating it up
Pimp C, Bun B got the hustle perfected
Everything was cool, I was ice cold
Cocaine, cocaine
Choppers in the White House, pistol on my lap, yes
You chilling on the corner, looking cooler than a mo'fucker
A privileged possession for dozens of centuries
Cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine
After the deal was done, I make my girl pussy squirt
I played it by the rules and the regulations
Just bring the cool million with ya when you come and visit Ross
Happy 'cause it wasn't no jacking and the product was straight
Cocaine, cocaine
It's been around for hundreds of years, exploited by the rich
And my yayo to PA, that work'll move
Some niggaz, let the city eat 'em up
Mine had money in it, his had the work
Cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine
Big dope in the trunk, following my Map Quest
Cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine
I use to switch cars with the Mexican at the gas station
Cocaine, cocaine
I'm a shark with the fork, microwave or pot
They call it cocaine, cocaina, yayo
Coca leaves, whatever you wanna say bro
Helped a few wars, legal and illegal industries
Pimping style, but they yayo got me wearing linen now
Ricky Ross only fuck with legends
Ask W man, he's a dealer and a fan of cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine
We them real dope boys, I ain't gotta front dog
I could ship it to ya or you could come and get it
Cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine
Uh, the bitch, been good to me
Cocaine, cocaine
The mountains of Columbia and Peru
'Cause after the deal, we would all celebrate
I'ma hit it with the Sprite and make that butter lock
I never came with the funny business
Getting paper, paper plates on convertibles
That's why we steady playing in Jags and Benzes
