Z-Ro - Tha 3rd Coast lyrics

[Z-Ro - Tha 3rd Coast lyrics]

We third coast
All about our feddy bleed the
Block and get ghost
Different strokes for different folks
So we choose to cutthroat
We ain't riding on no horses down here
We get it how we live
That's why it go down round here

We third coast and I'm a soldier united
For the cash steady, I be ducking the law
Cause consistent they clocking cash
Moving fast
I'm running around looking over my shoulder
Running to use my cash
One of my ac tell em on E running up my gas
I'm just a G
Everybody in the streets know me
I represent that Killa Klan and the SUC
And the Guerilla M double A-B
They call me Ro Dog, giving it to you raw


Fast or slow dog
It just took a little time for me to shine
And get up in the game and roll dog
Now I'm full grown like H Town be the aids
Z-Ro done got full blown
Then I stood up in the ring
And a nigga done bit the dust
But the bill got pulled on
And I'll super-soak the crowd, if I have to
Nigga with Benjamin faces I be after
Then I get ghost like casper
Don't work then don't eat
Play the game but don't cheat
Cause trying to get it up out my stash
I'll have you falling to your knees
Please, respect all of us less fortunate G's
Cause we coming up from selling ki's
To straight selling cds

Who it be Z-Ro
Southside on the map I put it down
I'm accurate with my aim
Anytime I bu-buck them down
Brother don't mess around
Give me a chance I won't let you down
But, if you try to step on my toes
I'ma pull my water pistol and wet you down
It be a real deal, watch out lil daddy these
Presidential boys real steel
Anybody draw they get too close
Watch I better get a deal grill
For mill candy paint
Catch me riding on a full tank
Every now and then, a yellow bone I spank
I'm about the real, I don't pull no pranks
Steady smoking lean
Cause I'm third with a triple beam
Piece and a chain and a diamond ring
And a heavy stay flow up in my jeans
The definition of Southside Houston Texas
We drop the top
Ain't no way in hell it's ever gone stop
Can't stop

Go on and put me for a show
I want ten grand plus half the do'
No sub in the front just plain Z-Ro
Not a substitute cause I ain't gone go
Nowhere life is hard but it's fair
Living my life like I don't care
Look at my feelings when they get wet
They tend to stare don't make a sudden move
Just may be a sudden death
These characters think they bulletproof
But evidently
Capping must not of been blessed
So victory for me
Another victim of the mighty Southside
Got everybody running back off in the house
And scared to come back outside
Radio stations recognize
Getting my regular thoughts in time
Hate me off that corner
Z-Ro tired of feeling nickels and dimes
The definition of a hustler, Houston Texas
We bleed the block
Ain't no way in hell it's ever gone stop
Can't stop

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