Kunci: D minor
Verse 1
Em
Yeah, sup Ro, sup Grace,
G
this your boy Den Den
Em
To jump on this track with you boys,
knowI'mtalkingbout
C
It's all about the third baby, third coast,
Em
yeah I got this
G
Verse 2
Em
See I'm mentally ready,
G
fuck those is testing me
Em
Progress is so sweet,
ain't tripping with envy
Slip and slide like a snake,
pop up the world like a quake
G
Em
Mashing hard on the gas,
with the coast on the plate
Verse 3
Em
Roll on cowards and busters,
peeping them soldiers and hustlers
Got an eye for them fuckers that
trying P.H. with snorkels
Got a trunk full of clutches,
G
blinding mine make you stutter
Em
I blow like a hurricane,
so close all your shutters
Verse 4
Em
See I wants everything
and everything I'm gone have
G
Em
Roll out my red carpet
just to go to my stash
Third coast,
blind and shine like a brand new slab
G
Em
On my birthday,
I'm throwing me a fortune on pad
Verse 5
Em
[Chorus] If you living
C
Em
shife, don't
fuck with third coast
G
These niggas can't fade third coast,
Em
these niggas can't fade
Third coast
F
Em
You could lose your life,
C
Em
don't fuck with third coast
G
These niggas can't fade third coast,
Em
these niggas can't fade
Third coast
Verse 6
Em
This how we ride in third,
G
blow up serve, blow herb
Em
From lane to lane we grip the grain and
20's chop up the curb
We popping flippers on sippers,
hey those g's on the rise
G
Em
With bubble eyes and customized and chrome
twenty inches wide
Verse 7
Em
Entertainment center be lit up,
G
and all the trunks gone lift up
Em
Button rims they grip up, the
talkers mouths gone zip up
It's that time and here we come,
G
third coast take a stand
Em
We drew it up and screwed them up
and see went through with the
Verse 8
Em
Plan Jumped in
the mix with hundred
bricks and now a mobbing gorilla
You had to miss go get her,
about the scrilla my nigga
Stay loaded up and we ready,
Box City working that jelly
G
Burning more
Verse 9
Em
streets than
pereddy, while cutting up like
Machetes
No doubt screwed up candy paint,
killer think straight drink
G
Down here we
Verse 10
Em
swinging the tank,
and every thought be bout bank
I'm a be T from the S.U.C. pay
G
dues got stripes that be ranks
Em
G
That boy G- are- A- see- E third ward born caught off game
Em
C
Interlude 1
Em
G
Em
C
Em
G
Em
Verse 11
Em
[Chorus: x2]
I done took a lot of losses
now it's time to win
G
Em
No more signing dotted lines and I stay
dollars spend
I want convertible benz,
with the blue bubble lens
G
Em
I'm worth a million off the corner
when I'm pimping my pen
Verse 12
Em
See bubble 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 over by nature, suckers,
G
punchers, simps and fakers
Em
A click full of back breakers
and more in a Studebaker
Verse 13
Em
The Mo City don,
G
I wave a truck like it's a warrant
Em
Hit the ATM machine,
ain't no need for me to pawn
'Cause I'm paid,
G
my game sharper than a razor blade
Em
Bald faded and X- rated,
Verse 14
my Gucci's is tailor made
Em
I bubble in the sauna as I smoke
G
marijuana
Em
From Daytona to Arizona
no longer on the corner
World wide,
I got to keep the dream alive
G
Em
Tupac and Biggie done died,
Verse 15
so now they ready for the south side
Em
Top, dropping, body rocking the Fat Pat
Dirty rats get splat when I pull
out my black mac
'Cause it's over,
G
the fat lady done sung the song
Em
From California to Rome,
these hoes pussies stay warm
Verse 16
Em
And on to the Alamo Dome,
then right back home
G
Em
Ain't no regular we hydro as 4 54
On the boards, be spinning flipping
G
with yellow boned women
Em
Swimming in dividends cause I'm cold
when I'm pimping
Outro 1
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Em
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