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