(*talking*)

Yeah sup Ro sup Grace, it's your boy Den Den

To jump on this track with you boys, you know I'm tal'n bout

It's all about the 3rd baby 3rd coast, yeah I got this


[Den Den]

See I'm mentally ready, fuck those is testing me

Progress is so sweet, ain't tripping with envy

Slip and slide like a snake, vibrate the world like a quake

Mashing hard on the gas, with 3rd Coast on the plate

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, blinding mine make you stutter

I blow like a hurricane, so close all your shutters

See I wants everything, and everything I'm gone have

Roll out my red carpet, just to go to my stash

Third coast, blinding and shining like a brand new slab

On my birthday, I'm throwing me a fortune life bash


[Hook]

If you living shife, don't fuck with 3rd Coast

These niggaz can't fade 3rd Coast, these niggaz can't fade 3rd Coast

You could lose your life, don't fuck with 3rd Coast

These niggaz can't fade 3rd Coast, these niggaz can't fade 3rd Coast


[Grace]

This how we ride in 3rd, po' up syrup blow herb

From lane to lane we grip the grain, and 20's chop up the curb

We popping flippers on sippers, 3rd Coast g's on the rise

With bubble eyes and customized, and chrome be 20 inches wide

Entertainment center be lit up, and all the trunks gone lift up

Button rims they rip up, down talkers mouths gone zip up

It's that time and here we come, 3rd Coast take a stand

We drew it up and screwed them up, proceeded through with the plan

Jumped in the mix with hundred bricks, and now a mobbing gorilla

Unanimous go-getter, about the scrilla my nigga

Stay loaded up and we ready, Box City working that jelly

Burning more streets than Perelli, while cutting up like machetes

No doubt screwed up candy paint, killer think straight drink

Down here we swinging the tank, and every thought be bout bank

I'ma be T from the S.U.C., pay dues got stripes that be ranks

That boy G-R-A-C-E, 3rd Coast born caught off game


[Hook - 2x]

3rd Coast, don't fuck with 3rd Coast

These niggaz can't fade 3rd Coast, these niggaz can't fade 3rd Coast


[Z-Ro]

I done took a lot of losses, now it's time to win

No more signing dotted lines, and I stay dollars spend

I want convertible Benz, with the blue bubble lens

I'm worth a million off the corner, when I'm pimping my pen

Blue over 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 thoed by nature, suckers, punchers, simps and fakers

A click full of back breakers, and more in a Studebaker

The Mo City Don, I wave a truck like it's a wand

Hit the ATM machine, ain't no need for me to pawn

Cause I'm paid, my game sharper than a razor blade

Bald faded and X-rated, the Gucci's is tailor made

I bubble in the sauna, as I smoke marijuana

From Daytona to Arizona, no longer on the corner

World wide, I gotta keep the dream alive

Tupac and Biggie done died, so now they ready for the Southside

Top dropping, body rocking like Fat Pat

Dirty rats get splat, when I pull out my black Mack

Cause it's over, the fat lady done sung the song

From California to Rome, these hoes pussies stay warm

And on to the Alamo Dome, then right back home

Ain't no regular we hydro'd, as 4-54

On the po's, be spinning flipping with yellow boned women

Swimming in divid-ends, cause I'm cold with my pimping


[Hook]

If you living shife, don't fuck with 3rd Coast

These niggaz can't fade 3rd Coast, these niggaz can't fade 3rd Coast

You could lose your life, don't fuck with 3rd Coast

These niggaz can't fade 3rd Coast, these niggaz can't fade 3rd Coast