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 nigga 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 fucking with us, homie that's y'all loss We slab riding through the city in a single file line Just doing all this shit that we saying in our rhymes Sipping smoking swanging banging popping trunk and talking shit Creeping down another strip, got them bitches on dick 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 niggas out loc'ing And them candy-painted spaceships floating Got the good kush blowing and we just 3rd coastin' [Hook] [Verse 2: Killa Kyleon] Bitch 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 bitch 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 shit like McAlister's [?] Pull that bullshit 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 [Hook] [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' [Hook]