Tha 3rd Coast

(Chorus - 2x)

We third coast, all about our feddy bleed the block and get ghost

Different strokes for different folks, so we choose to cutthroat

We ain't riding on no horses down here

We get it how we live that's why it go down around here

[Z-Ro]

We third coast, and I'm a soldier united, for the cash

Steady, I be ducking the law because consistent they clocking cash

Moving fast, I'm running around looking over my shoulder

Running to use my cash, one of my a.c. tell them on E running up my gas

I'm just a g, everybody in the streets know me

I represent that Killa Klan and the S.U.C. and the Guerilla M double A-B

They call me Ro Dog, giving it to you raw, fast or slow dog

It just took a little time for me to shine

and get up in the game and roll dog

Now I'm full grown, like H-Town be the age, Z-Ro done got full blown

Then I stood up in the ring

and a nigga done bit the dust but the bill got full dome

And I'll super-soak the crowd if I have to

Nigga with Benjamin faces I be after, then I get ghost like casper

Don't work then don't eat, play the game but don't cheat

Or trying to get it up out my stash I'll have you falling to your knees

Please, respect all of us less fortunate g's

Cause we coming up from selling ki's to staright selling c.d.s

(Chorus - 2x)

[Z-Ro]

Who it be, Z-Ro, southside on the map I put it down

I'm accurate with my aim anytime I bu-buck them down

Brother don't mess around, give me a chance I won't let you down

But if you try to step on my toes I'ma pull my water pistol and wet you down

It be a real deal, watch out daddy these Presidential boys real steel

Anybody draw, they get too close, watch I better get a deal grill

For mill, can I think, catch me riding on a full tank

Every now and then I get up on I spank

I'm about the real I don't pull no pranks

Steady smoking lean, cause I'm third with a triple beam

Freezing the chain and a diamond ring and a heavy flow up in my jeans

The definition of southside, Houston Texas, we drop the top

Ain't no way in hell it's ever gone stop, can't stop

(Chorus - 2x)

[Z-Ro]

Go on and put me for a show, I won't take man but half the dough

No stuff in the front just plain Z-Ro, not a substitute cause I ain't gone go

Nowhere, life is hard, but it's fair, living my life like I don't care

Look at my feelings when they get wet they tend to stare

Don't make a sudden move, just may be a sudden death

These characters think they bulletproof

but everytime they capped must not of been blessed

So victory for me, another victim of the mighty southside

Got everybody running back off in the house and scared to come back outside

Radio stations recognize, getting my regular thoughts in time

Hate me off that corner Z-Ro tired of feeling nickels and dimes

The definition of a hustler, Houston Texas, we bleed the block

Ain't no way in hell it's ever gone stop, can't stop

(Chorus - 4x)