Tha 3rd Coast Lyrics

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Tha 3rd Coast Lyrics

by Z-Ro

[Hook - 2x]

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



[Z-Ro]

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 a.c. 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 S.U.C., 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 c.d.s



[Hook - 2x]



[Z-Ro]

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



[Hook - 2x]



[Z-Ro]

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



[Hook - 4x]