Lyrics
Screwed up click, you know what I'm saying
P-A-T, C-Note (C-Note)
3rd Coast (represent that)
We're 3rd Coast born that mean we're Texas raised
Big face paper chasing, yeah, we gotta stay paid
Living lavish, it's a habit, so I expose my diamonds
How's the climate? Hoes minding, steady bumping and grinding
Because we're 3rd Coast born, that mean we're Texas raised
Big face paper chasing, yeah, we gotta stay paid
Living lavish, it's a habit, so I expose my diamonds
How's the climate? Hoes minding, steady bumping and grinding
About time me and Latino the key from the Gambino
Now the feds is after me, 'cause I robbed a bunch of casinos
Decked out Lamborghinos, we did thousands of shows
End up with plenty niggas hoes
We roll four's down south, so fuck what you talking bout
Swanging 84's, put the gat up in your fucking mouth
Niggas asking me, "Yo C, where your home?" (Where your home)
I say nigga, south-east of the Astrodome
That's where I roam 'cause it's home of the trunk popping
So drop the top and get gone, while the front hopping
Ain't no stopping 'cause we dropping like bombs
3rd Coast born and raised, now they know where we from
It's all to the good, just look at the hits we making
Pyrex steady shaking, 'cause the bricks we baking
Niggas far from faking, 'cause we keeping it real
Stack up the quarter mil, and put some rocks up in my grill
Now how it feel, that's what them hoes be asking
Some young niggas finally made it, from some slanging and rapping
Commits to strapping, 'cause it's all for the hood
You know they heard us nationwide, flipping birders and wood
It's understood, that's why the charts we climbing
It was me and P-A-T, steady bumping and grinding
Diamonds shining, hoes be minding, bumper reclining
Bitches hit somethin' like this, is what we designing
We're 3rd Coast born that mean we're Texas raised
Big face paper chasing, yeah, we gotta stay paid
Living lavish, it's a habit, so I expose my diamonds
How's the climate? Hoes minding, steady bumping and grinding
Because we're 3rd Coast born that mean we're Texas raised
Big face paper chasing, yeah, we gotta stay paid
Living lavish, it's a habit, so I expose my diamonds
How's the climate? Hoes minding, steady bumping and grinding
Living lavish, it's a habit, so I'ma shine up on these
Baguettes, channel set, move from ounces to keys
Hit the block, it don't stop, rolling 20's fa sho
Letting you know, 3rd Coast about to knock down the door
East and west, they got plex, but the south is on the rise
Red floors, candy doors, screens falling out the sky
Steady bumping and grinding, hoes
Minding, big face chasing with skills
It's hard to survive, stack my paper in the land of the trill
How they feel about Texas, I don't give a damn
Scratching pyrex triple beams, trying to get extra grams
Another door slam, when I hit a billboard (that's right)
Like a thief in the night, took over, took flight
Shine a new light, Southside up in the door
With the trunk blowing bright, crawling down real slow
Letting you know, how we gonna do this thang
Hit the cuts, make our paper, gon' let our nuts hang
Pics and chains, pinky rings, leave a stain on a bitch's brain
Let it rain with game, what's my name, the F, A to the T
No other could it be, that rock it like me, rolling with that boy C
Note, quote unquote, ain't no hoe, haters get smoked
Fucking with 3rd Coast, better get ghost, ain't no time to boast
We hold the most, let's have a toast
Now these niggas gonna get roast
Coast to coast, they better know, how we gon' do this thang
Step on toes, smash these boys, 'cause it's down in Texas, man
We're 3rd Coast born that mean we're Texas raised
Big face paper chasing, yeah, we gotta stay paid
Living lavish, it's a habit, so I expose my diamonds
How's the climate? Hoes minding, steady bumping and grinding
Because we're 3rd Coast born, that mean we're Texas raised
Big face paper chasing, yeah, we gotta stay paid
Living lavish, it's a habit, so I expose my diamonds
How's the climate? Hoes minding, steady bumping and grinding
Because we're 3rd Coast born, that mean we're Texas raised
Big face paper chasing, yeah, we gotta stay paid
Living lavish, it's a habit, so I expose my diamonds
How's the climate? Hoes minding, steady bumping and grinding
Because we're 3rd Coast born, that mean we're Texas raised
Big face paper chasing, yeah, we gotta stay paid
Living lavish, it's a habit, so I expose my diamonds
How's the climate? Hoes minding, steady bumping and grinding
Uh, there you have it, screwed up click
(Steady bumping and grinding)
Another platinum hit (fa sho)
In your door, hoe (Texas hoe)
3rd Coast
Botany Boy
Mr. P-A-T
Uh, uh, Southside