The meaning of the lyrics of the song "Cocaine" by the artist "UGK"

[Hook: x3]

Cocaine, cocaine.

[Verse 1: 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 jackin' and the product was straight.

I never came with the funny business,

That's why we steady playin in Jags and Benzes,

Some ngas let the city eat 'em up,

I was just comin up, whippin my Pyrex, steady beatin it up.

I'm a shark with the fork, microwave or pot,

I'mma hit it with the Sprite and make that butter lock,

Everythin' was cool, I was ice cold,

Till I let that bitch get up in my nose.

[Verse 2: Bun B]

They call it cocaine, cocaina, yayo,

Coca leaf, whatever you wanna say, bro,

Cocaine is a helluva drug, it ain't humdrum,

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 gettin it in different instances, no shit!

A privileged possession, for dozens of centuries,

Helped a few wars, legal and illegal industries, damn!

Grown by the cartels, protected by guerillas,

Transported by the best, to the ghettos to straight killers,

The power of the powder pimpin', you don't understand,

Ask W man, he's a dealer and a fan of cocaine.

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]

Rick Ross!

We be legends, nga!

It's Ricky Ross!

You chillin' on the corner lookin' cooler than a muhfucka,

Got a pocket full of hard, it's hotter than a muhfucka,

Livin' in that condition, my Phantom in the front yard,

We them real dope boys, I ain't gotta front, dawg.

Big dope in the trunk, following my MapQuest,

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,

Spinnin' wild, livin' foul, diamonds all in my dial,

Pimpin' style, but they yayo got me wearin' linen now.

Gettin' paper, paper plates on convertibles,

M-I-Yayo to P-A, that work'll move.

Ricky Ross only fuck with legends,

Pimp C, Bun B got the hustle perfected, you hear me?

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!