3rd Coastin lyrics

[Hook: Le$]
I got the wind in my hair, pistol on the seat
Bass beating hard, puffing on a swisher sweet
I'm third coastin'
I'm third coastin'
I got that money on my mind
Chain on neck
UGK jamming in the tape deck
I'm third coastin'
I'm third coastin'

[Verse 1: Le$]
Picture me rolling on chrome
Coming up, but a n*gga still coming down
Them gorillas in the trunk
Shaking up the ground
Fo's poking we keeping them boppers open
That brown is what I be drinking, that purple is what I'm smoking
Suckers hoping that we fall off
If y'all ain't f*cking with us, homie that's y'all loss
We slab riding through the city in a single file line
Just doing all this sh*t that we saying in our rhymes
Sipping smoking swanging banging popping trunk and talking sh*t
Creeping down another strip, got them b*tches on di*k
And I make the screen flip out
Switch rocks
Tell your ho what a pimp bought
Going hard on that boulevard, I can show you boys how to get clout
But I'ma take it back to slow motion
For the g's and the real n*ggas out loc'ing
And them candy-painted spaceships floating
Got the good kush blowing and we just 3rd coastin'
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[Verse 2: Killa Kyleon]
b*tch I'm Bun at his best
I'ont want no disrespect
Chad in the flesh like I came out mama west [?]
I put that on my Caddy, my candy and my swangers
Yeah b*tch I'm riding dirty, that's why i keep that banger
I'm a underground king, they done dug C up
Top down on it
Make sure them boppers see us
When I'm crawling, hoggin, bumper kit fallin
Them boppers yelling 'who that?' like I play for New Orleans
Run this sh*t like McAlister's [?]
Pull that bullsh*t outside of mine I'll embarrass ya
Po'ing up that potion when I'm coasting on a fresh set
20 inch gorillas wrap my vogues, that's the best set
Oldschool Super Tight, I left it wet
Haters trying grab my style but that ain't happen yet
Jewels on neck
Piece and chain hanging
Butter seats reclining
Wood grain strangling

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[Verse 3: Paul Wall]
That's me in that [?] butterscotch 'lac
Slab wetter than a school of ducks no quack
T.V. screens on, homie, balling is my knack
On candy I'm a legend in the paint like Shaq
My fo's never clack [?]
So my fo's tryna jack [?]
That's why that .44 snub-nose in my lap
My hustle don't slack, my pockets intact
So get up off my nutsack, that jealousy is wack
I pull up knocking like somebody order pizza
Fresher than a [?] and it's smelling like some reefer
Them reachers in the bleachers they hustling for sneakers
I'm a dividend seeker
So my pockets getting deeper
My hand's full of sleepers [?]
I'm handlebar-rolling
My nuts what I'm holding
In the gutter like I'm bowling
I grind so I'm shining
Yeah I'm icier than Poland
And my mission everyday is how to keep my wallet swollen
Home boy I'm 3rd coastin'

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