3rd Coast Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[Am]Yeah, sup Ro, sup Grace,
this your boy [C]Den Den
To [Am]jump on this track with you boys,
knowI'mtalkingbout
It's all about the third baby, third [F]coast,
[Am]yeah I got this
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[Verse 2]
[Am]
See I'm mentally ready,
fuck those is test[C]ing me
[Am]Progress is so sweet,
ain't tripping with envy
Slip and slide like a snake,
pop up the world like a quake
[C]Mashing har[Am]d on the gas,
with the coast on the plate

[Verse 3]
Roll [Am]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,
blinding mine make [C]you stutter
I [Am]blow like a hurricane,
so close all your shutters

[Verse 4]
See [Am]I wants everything
and everything I'm gone have
[C]Roll out[Am] my red carpet
just to go to my stash
Third coast,
blind and shine like a brand new slab
[C]On my bir[Am]thday,
I'm throwing me a fortune on pad

[Verse 5]
[Chorus] [Am]If you living
[F]shi[Am]fe, don't
fuck with third coast
These niggas can't fade [C]third coast,
these [Am]niggas can't fade
Third coast
You could [Bb]lose your [Am]life,
[F]don[Am]'t fuck with third coast
These niggas can't fade third [C]coast,
these [Am]niggas can't fade
Third coast

[Verse 6]
This how we [Am]ride in third,
blow up serve, blow [C]herb
From lane to [Am]lane we grip the grain and
20's chop up the curb
We popping flippers on sippers,
hey those g's on the rise
[C]With bubble [Am]eyes and customized and chrome
twenty inches wide

[Verse 7]
Entertainment [Am]center be lit up,
and all the trunks gone lift [C]up
Button [Am]rims they grip up, the
talkers mouths gone zip up
It's that time and here we come,
third coast take a [C]stand
We drew it [Am]up and screwed them up
and see went through with the

[Verse 8]
Plan [Am]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
[C]Burning more

[Verse 9]
[Am]streets than
pereddy, while cutting up like
Machetes
No doubt screwed up candy paint,
killer think straight drink
[C]Down here we

[Verse 10]
[Am]swinging the tank,
and every thought be bout bank
I'm a be T from the S.U.C. pay
dues got [C]stripes that be ranks
That boy G- [Am]are- A- see- E third ward born caught [C]off game
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[Interlude 1]
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[Verse 11]
[Am][Chorus: x2]
I done took a lot of losses
now it's time to win
[C]No more sig[Am]ning dotted lines and I stay
dollars spend
I want convertible benz,
with the blue bubble lens
[C]I'm worth a mil[Am]lion off the corner
when I'm pimping my pen

[Verse 12]
See bubble [Am]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,
punchers, simps and [C]fakers
A [Am]click full of back breakers
and more in a Studebaker

[Verse 13]
The [Am]Mo City don,
I wave a truck like it's a [C]warrant
Hit [Am]the ATM machine,
ain't no need for me to pawn
'Cause I'm paid,
my game sharper than a razor [C]blade
Bald [Am]faded and X- rated,

[Verse 14]
my Gucci's is tailor made
[Am]I bubble in the sauna as I smoke
[C]marijuana
[Am]From Daytona to Arizona
no longer on the corner
World wide,
I got to keep the dream alive
[C]Tupac an[Am]d Biggie done died,

[Verse 15]
so now they ready for the south side
[Am]Top, dropping, body rocking the Fat Pat
Dirty rats get splat when I pull
out my black mac
'Cause it's over,
the fat lady done [C]sung the song
From Cali[Am]fornia to Rome,
these hoes pussies stay warm

[Verse 16]
And on [Am]to the Alamo Dome,
then right back home
[C]Ain't no reg[Am]ular we hydro as 4 54
On the boards, be spinning flipping
with yellow boned [C]women
Swim[Am]ming in dividends cause I'm cold
when I'm pimping

[Outro 1]
[Chorus]
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