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le$ (boss hogg outlawz) – 3rd coastin lyrics

[hook: le$]
i got the wind in my hair, pistol on the seat
b-ss 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 sw-nging banging popping trunk and talking sh-t
creeping down another strip, got them b-tches on d-ck
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 sp-ceships floating
got the good kush blowing and we just 3rd coastin’

[hook]

[verse 2: k!lla 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 sw-ngers
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 embarr-ss 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
b-tter seats reclining
wood grain strangling

[hook]

[verse 3: paul wall]
that’s me in that [?] b-tterscotch ‘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 n-ts-ck, 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]

- le boss hogg outlawz lyrics

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