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I asked the question, where ya bounce? 

My mami was lazy peepin on the new big tymer, cruizin' thru town 

She said he was crunk, like out of this world 

They were just poppin' the trunk and keeping it real 

My boys were sketchin' and should've just chopped it up 

My favourite souljas, now goin' to Angola for a 187 on the third coast 



You think she's all that 

But ya girlfriends so stupid 

Da first time she used a vibrator 

She cracked her two front teeth 



The third coast is where people get crunked up, be grilled out and ride on slabs 

Down in Texas where they wear those big belt buckles and jam to screw 

Those cowboys just pop and splash everywhere, over the hood 

That's what ya don't know, 'bout da dirty south 3rd coast 



They have some crazy RRRS parties 

Drive some fine B-riches and cars with gold grillz 

As well as sporting huge silly fat RRRS rims 

Backwash swamps and even some back alley gators 



I get my corner boys to sell da home-made ice cream 

I'll make sure they don't come anywhere near your cut 

I also sell on eBay, a little one kilo of high flyin' kite 

I've also tried to sell the sweets on corners of my streets 

But the boys try the stuff, before they sell and get so really cromp 

I can't have em leanin', ya all know what I be meanin' 



You think she's all that 

But ya girlfriends so stupid 

Da first time she used a vibrator 

She cracked her two front teeth 



After the show we caught the dude that slapped my sista and made her face hot 

But before we wrecked him, we visited the famous White Castle burger spot 

Where we ate those famous but small burgers that only cost 35c, cheaper than pot 

The popo said, is you trazy, we just smiled and kept on eatin' the lot 

The cops tried to grab us, but they didn't have nathan on us. What ya got? 



They have some crazy RRRS parties 

Drive some fine B-riches and cars with gold grillz 

As well as sporting huge silly fat RRRS rims 

Backwash swamps and even some back alley gators 



Ya gotta love southern hospitality 

Depending on where you go in the south 

It could be a, ‘Hi, let me get that for you dear’

To, "If you don't stop staring at me I'm gonna shoot you in the face" 


So I know the ledge and have got an edge 
Over all the other big tymers down in the dirty south 3rd coast.
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