Z-Ro - Tha 3rd Coast Lyrics
[Hook - 2x]We third coast, all about our feddy bleed the block and get ghostDifferent strokes for different folks, so we choose to cutthroatWe ain't riding on no horses down hereWe 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 cashSteady, I be ducking the law cause consistent they clocking cashMoving fast, I'm running around looking over my shoulderRunning to use my cash, one of my a.c. tell em on E running up my gasI'm just a G, everybody in the streets know meI represent that Killa Klan and the S.U.C., and the Guerilla M double A-BThey call me Ro Dog, giving it to you raw, fast or slow dogIt just took a little time for me to shine and get up in the game and roll dogNow I'm full grown like H-Town be the aids, Z-Ro done got full blownThen I stood up in the ringAnd a nigga done bit the dust, but the bill got pulled onAnd I'll super-soak the crowd, if I have toNigga with Benjamin faces I be after, then I get ghost like casperDon't work then don't eat, play the game but don't cheatCause trying to get it up out my stash, I'll have you falling to your kneesPlease, respect all of us less fortunate G'sCause 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 downI'm accurate with my aim, anytime I bu-buck them downBrother don't mess around, give me a chance I won't let you downBut if you try to step on my toes, I'ma pull my water pistol and wet you downIt be a real deal, watch out lil daddy these Presidential boys real steelAnybody draw they get too close, watch I better get a deal grillFor mill candy paint, catch me riding on a full tankEvery now and then, a yellow bone I spankI'm about the real, I don't pull no pranksSteady smoking lean, cause I'm third with a triple beamPiece and a chain and a diamond ring, and a heavy stay flow up in my jeansThe definition of Southside Houston Texas, we drop the topAin'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 goNowhere life is hard but it's fair, living my life like I don't careLook at my feelings when they get wet, they tend to stareDon't make a sudden move, just may be a sudden deathThese characters think they bulletproofBut evidently, capping must not of been blessedSo victory for me, another victim of the mighty SouthsideGot everybody running back off in the house, and scared to come back outsideRadio stations recognize, getting my regular thoughts in timeHate me off that corner, Z-Ro tired of feeling nickels and dimesThe definition of a hustler, Houston Texas, we bleed the blockAin't no way in hell it's ever gone stop, can't stop[Hook - 4x]
