Z-Ro Lyrics

Album: Unknown

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