Denzel Curry - Zone 3 Anthem Part 1

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[Chorus] Zone three (Where we from?) Zone three (Where we from?) Zone three, to the third degree Zone three (Where we from?) Zone three (Where we from?) Zone three, to the third degree (Yee!) Zone three (Where we from?) Zone three (Where we from?) Zone three, to the third degree (Yee!) Zone three (Where we from?) Zone three (Where we from?) Zone three, to the third degree [Verse 1] Gripping grain and switching lanes Chevy Impalas, every day’s a different ground We tryna make a dollar, my [?] My home, where they Carol City chiefs (Yee!) Only hearin’ hood music in the trunk or backseats (Damn) Duck riding Like a wax flow, I’m sliding You just only steppin’ This is UGK pimpin’ So don’t test my SAT (Yeah) Or you just might get tested Touch one, touch all From the words my nigga blessin’ I [?] like Jeezy when he did it for his city Or his town I don't know where his home But I’mma do it for my zone (For my zone) (Yee!) I’m zone three to the third degree Hometown hero, I got a big ego [?] no Beyoncé, but the rap game my fiancée And I hope to treat her well Spit bars like [?] kid The boys on Miami is really comin’ out Zone three, zone four But we still the dirty south, Curry [Chorus] Zone three (Where we from?) Zone three (Where we from?) Zone three, to the third degree (Yee!) Zone three (Where we from?) Zone three (Where we from?) Zone three, to the third degree Zone three (Where we from?) Zone three (Where we from?) Zone three, to the third degree (Yee!) Zone three (Where we from?) Zone three (Where we from?) Zone three, to the third degree [Verse 2] 32nd Ave Honey Hill Drive Nothing but [?] But I ain’t talkin ‘bout [?] (Woo!) 33rd street, that’s where the Curry lives Curry ain’t talking ‘bout babies Wanna talk about my crib, shit Denzel a drama but I ain’t talking ‘bout acting And I’m ‘bout to light it up Just like fireworks and magic (That’s right he snapped) Nigga feel like Kujo Every beat I get attacking And I broke a nigga neck So I’m ‘bout to get it crackin’ Streets of Miami where Trick Daddy is a legend (Hmm) And Rick Ross is a boss according to adolescents [?] You listen to the Uncle Luke and that 2 Live Crew While others smoke the urn And [?] the roof You might call us country But we only southern Miami heat Zone 3, we made another I do it for my city I do it for my zone I’m like E.T., let me phone my ass home [Outro] Zone three Where we from? Yee!
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