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Z-Ro - 3rd Coast lyrics
f/ Den Den, Grace (Den Den talking) Yeah, sup Ro, sup Grace, this your boy Den Den To jump on this track with you boys, knowI'mtalkingbout It's all about the third baby, third coast, yeah I got this [Den Den] See I'm mentally ready, fuck those is testing me Progress is so sweet, ain't tripping with envy Slip and slide like a snake, pop up the world like a quake Mashing hard on the gas, with the coast on the plate Roll on cowards and busters, peeping them soldiers and hustlers Got an eye for them fuckers that trying P.H. with ?snorkels? Got a trunk full of clutches, blinding mine make you stutter I blow like a hurricane, so close all your shutters See I wants everything and everything I'm gone have Roll out my red carpet just to go to my stash Third coast, blind and shine like a brand new slab On my birthday, I'm throwing me a fortune on pad (Chorus) If you living shife, don't fuck with third coast These niggas can't fade third coast, These niggas can't fade third coast You could lose your life, don't fuck with third coast These niggas can't fade third coast, These niggas can't fade third coast [Grace] This how we ride in third, blow up serve, blow herb From lane to lane we grip the grain and 20's chop up the curb We popping flippers on sippers, hey those g's on the rise With bubble eyes and customized and chrome twenty inches wide Entertainment center be lit up, and all the trunks gone lift up Button rims they grip up, the talkers mouths gone zip up It's that time and here we come, third coast take a stand We drew it up and screwed them up and see went through with the plan Jumped in the mix with hundred bricks and now a mobbing gorilla You had to miss go get her, about the scrilla my nigga Stay loaded up and we ready, Box City working that jelly Burning more streets than pereddy, while cutting up like machetes No doubt screwed up candy paint, killer think straight drink Down here we swinging the tank, and every thought be bout bank I'ma be T from the S.U.C. pay dues got stripes that be ranks That boy G-R-A-C-E third ward born caught off game (Chorus - 2x) If you living shife, don't fuck with third coast These niggas can't fade third coast, These niggas can't fade third coast [Z-Ro] I done took a lot of losses now it's time to win No more signing dotted lines and I stay dollars spend I want convertible benz, with the blue bubble lens I'm worth a million off the corner when I'm pimping my pen See bubble gray is my choice, pearl white Rolls Royce Don't need no natural lemon tea I don't be training my voice I'm signed over by nature, suckers, punchers, simps and fakers A click full of back breakers and more in a studebaker The Mo City don, I wave a truck like it's a warrant Hit the ATM machine, ain't no need for me to pawn Cause I'm paid, my game sharper than a razor blade Bald faded and X-rated, my Gucci's is tailor made I bubble in the sauna as I smoke marijuana From Daytona to Arizona no longer on the corner World wide, I got to keep the dream alive Tupac and Biggie done died, so now they ready for the southside Top, dropping, body rocking the Fat Pat Dirty rats get splat when I pull out my black mac Cause it's over, the fat lady done sung the song From California to Rome, these hoes pussies stay warm And on to the Alamo Dome, then right back home Ain't no regular we hydro as 4 54 On the boards, be spinning flipping with yellow boned women Swimming in divid-ends cause I'm cold when I'm pimping (Chorus) If you living shife, don't fuck with third coast These niggas can't fade third coast, These niggas can't fade third coast You could lose your life, don't fuck with third coast These niggas can't fade third coast, These niggas can't fade third coast |
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