Z-Ro, Grace, Den Den - 3rd Coast lyrics

(talking)
Yeah sup Ro sup Grace, it's your boy Den Den
To jump on this track with you boys
You know I'm tal'n bout
It's all about the 3rd baby 3rd coast
Yeah I got this

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
Vibrate the world like a quake
Mashing hard on the gas
With 3rd Coast on the plate
Roll on cowards and busters
Peeping them soldiers and hustlers
Got an eye for them fuckers
That trying PH 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
Blinding and shining like a brand new slab
On my birthday
I'm throwing me a fortune life bash

If you living shife
Don't fuck with 3rd Coast
These niggas can't fade 3rd Coast
These niggas can't fade 3rd Coast
You could lose your life
Don't fuck with 3rd Coast
These niggas can't fade 3rd Coast
These niggas can't fade 3rd Coast

This how we ride in 3rd
Po' up syrup blow herb
From lane to lane we grip the grain
And 20's chop up the curb
We popping flippers on sippers
3rd Coast g's on the rise
With bubble eyes and customized
And chrome be 20 inches wide
Entertainment center be lit up
And all the trunks gone lift up
Button rims they rip up
Down talkers mouths gone zip up
It's that time and here we come
3rd Coast take a stand
We drew it up and screwed them up
Proceeded through with the plan
Jumped in the mix with hundred bricks
And now a mobbing gorilla
Unanimous go-getter
About the scrilla my nigga
Stay loaded up and we ready
Box City working that jelly
Burning more streets than Perelli
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 SUC
Pay dues got stripes that be ranks
That boy G-R-A-C-E
3rd Coast born caught off game

3rd Coast, don't fuck with 3rd Coast
These niggas can't fade 3rd Coast
These niggas can't fade 3rd Coast

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
Blue over 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 thoed 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 wand
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
The 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 gotta keep the dream alive
Tupac and Biggie done died
So now they ready for the Southside
Top dropping, body rocking like Fat Pat
Dirty rats get splat
When I pull out my black Mack
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'd, as 4-54
On the po's
Be spinning flipping with yellow boned women
Swimming in divid-ends
Cause I'm cold with my pimping

If you living shife
Don't fuck with 3rd Coast
These niggas can't fade 3rd Coast
These niggas can't fade 3rd Coast
You could lose your life
Don't fuck with 3rd Coast
These niggas can't fade 3rd Coast
These niggas can't fade 3rd Coast