Z-Ro - 3rd Coast Lyrics
f/ Den Den, Grace(Den Den talking)Yeah, sup Ro, sup Grace, this your boy Den DenTo jump on this track with you boys, knowI'mtalkingboutIt's all about the third baby, third coast, yeah I got this[Den Den]See I'm mentally ready, ***** those is testing meProgress is so sweet, ain't tripping with envySlip and slide like a snake, pop up the world like a quakeMashing hard on the gas, with the coast on the plateRoll on cowards and busters, peeping them soldiers and hustlersGot an eye for them *****ers that trying P.H. with ?snorkels?Got a trunk full of clutches, blinding mine make you stutterI blow like a hurricane, so close all your shuttersSee I wants everything and everything I'm gone haveRoll out my red carpet just to go to my stashThird coast, blind and shine like a brand new slabOn my birthday, I'm throwing me a fortune on pad(Chorus)If you living shife, don't ***** with third coastThese niggas can't fade third coast, These niggas can't fade third coastYou could lose your life, don't ***** with third coastThese niggas can't fade third coast, These niggas can't fade third coast[Grace]This how we ride in third, blow up serve, blow herbFrom lane to lane we grip the grain and 20's chop up the curbWe popping flippers on sippers, hey those g's on the riseWith bubble eyes and customized and chrome twenty inches wideEntertainment center be lit up, and all the trunks gone lift upButton rims they grip up, the talkers mouths gone zip upIt's that time and here we come, third coast take a standWe drew it up and screwed them up and see went through with the planJumped in the mix with hundred bricks and now a mobbing gorillaYou had to miss go get her, about the scrilla my niggaStay loaded up and we ready, Box City working that jellyBurning more streets than pereddy, while cutting up like machetesNo doubt screwed up candy paint, killer think straight drinkDown here we swinging the tank, and every thought be bout bankI'ma be T from the S.U.C. pay dues got stripes that be ranksThat boy G-R-A-C-E third ward born caught off game(Chorus - 2x)If you living shife, don't ***** with third coastThese 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 winNo more signing dotted lines and I stay dollars spendI want convertible benz, with the blue bubble lensI'm worth a million off the corner when I'm pimping my penSee bubble gray is my choice, pearl white Rolls RoyceDon't need no natural lemon tea I don't be training my voiceI'm signed over by nature, suckers, punchers, simps and fakersA click full of back breakers and more in a studebakerThe Mo City don, I wave a truck like it's a warrantHit the ATM machine, ain't no need for me to pawnCause I'm paid, my game sharper than a razor bladeBald faded and X-rated, my Gucci's is tailor madeI bubble in the sauna as I smoke marijuanaFrom Daytona to Arizona no longer on the cornerWorld wide, I got to keep the dream aliveTupac and Biggie done died, so now they ready for the southsideTop, dropping, body rocking the Fat PatDirty rats get splat when I pull out my black macCause it's over, the fat lady done sung the songFrom California to Rome, these hoes pussies stay warmAnd on to the Alamo Dome, then right back homeAin't no regular we hydro as 4 54On the boards, be spinning flipping with yellow boned womenSwimming in divid-ends cause I'm cold when I'm pimping(Chorus)If you living shife, don't ***** with third coastThese niggas can't fade third coast, These niggas can't fade third coastYou could lose your life, don't ***** with third coastThese niggas can't fade third coast, These niggas can't fade third coast
