Tha 3rd coast lyrics

Artist  : Z-ro 
Song : Tha 3rd coast
 

(Chorus - 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
around here

[Z-Ro]
We third coast, and I'm a soldier united, for the
cash
Steady, I be ducking the law because 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 them
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 age, Z-Ro
done got full blown
Then I stood up in the ring
and a nigga done bit the dust but the bill got
full dome
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
Or 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 staright
selling c.d.s

(Chorus - 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 daddy these
Presidential boys real steel
Anybody draw, they get too close, watch I better
get a deal grill
For mill, can I think, catch me riding on a full
tank
Every now and then I get up on I spank
I'm about the real I don't pull no pranks
Steady smoking lean, cause I'm third with a
triple beam
Freezing the chain and a diamond ring and a heavy
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

(Chorus - 2x)

[Z-Ro]
Go on and put me for a show, I won't take man but
half the dough
No stuff 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 everytime they capped 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

(Chorus - 4x)