| We third coast, all about our feddy bleed the block and get ghost
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| Different strokes for different folks, so we choose to cutthroat
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| We ain’t riding, on no horses down here
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| We get it how we live, that’s why it go down round here
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| We Third Coast and I’m a soldier united, for the cash
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| Daily I be ducking the law, be consistently clocking cash
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| Moving fast I’m running around, looking over my shoulder burning up use my cash
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| Wonder my a.c. |
| tell em on E, burning up my gas
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| I’m just a G, everybody in the streets know me
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| I represent that Killa Klan and the S.U.C., and the Guerilla M double A-B
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| They call me Ro Dog, giving it to you raw fast or slow dog
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| It just took a little time for me to shine, and get up in the game and roll dog
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| Now I’m full grown like H-Town be the AIDS, Z-Ro done got full blown
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| Then I stood up in the ring, and a nigga done bit the dust but the bill got
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| pulled on
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| And I’ll super-soak the crowd, if I have to
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| Nothing but Benjamin faces I be after, then I get ghost like casper
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| Don’t work then don’t eat, play the game but don’t cheat
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| Cause trying to get it up out my stash, I’ll have you falling to your knees
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| Please, respect all of us less fortunate G’s
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| Cause we coming up from selling ki’s, to straight selling c.d.'s
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| I get it how I live, that’s why I’m thugging to death
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| I’m one deep up in the houpe, cause I ain’t gon tell on myself
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| Houston Texas is my city, and I love it the most
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| And when the FEDs come to town, you know a nigga get ghost
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| I’m still on my post, cause I can sleep when I’m dead
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| I got the hustle going strong, when you niggas in bed
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| They scared, but homie ain’t no future in that
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| I’m a G from the streets, so I don’t run with a pack
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| Different strokes for different folks, purple drink and the smoke
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| And you know I grind for the cash, when you at home broke
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| I work for the feddy, I push it and stay ready
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| The frame on the slab, is wide and real heavy
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| Niggas in the hood, I’ma pass em the torch
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| I been a motherfucking fool, since I jumped off the porch
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| For real, I’m going to the top this year
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| Dirty South is a beast, it go down round here
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| Go on and put me for a show, I want ten grand plus half the do'
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| No sub in the front just plain Z-Ro, not a substitute cause I ain’t gone go
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| Nowhere life is hard but it’s fair, living my life like I don’t care
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| Look at my feelings when they get wet, they tend to stare
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| Don’t make no sudden move, just might be a sudden death
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| These characters think they bulletproof, but evidently cat must not of been
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| blessed
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| A victory for me, another victim of the mighty Southside
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| Got everybody running back off in the house, and scared to come back outside
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| Radio stations recognize, getting my regular thousand times
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| Hate me off that corner, Z-Ro tired of feeling nickels and dimes
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| The definition of a hustler, Houston Texas we bleed the block
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| Ain’t no way in hell it’s ever gone stop, can’t stop |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Third Coast, artist - Z-Ro. Album song 1-Deep, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп