Word To The Third Lyrics

Word To The Third lyrics

Verse 1 MC Serch

In the heat of the night I step swift

jettin to the spot that got the most gift

a who to do sittin in my drum loop

pistol loaded and I'm ready to shoot

see my gun is my tongue and it runs like a track star

not much happening but I got a fast car

e-x double vex and we're strong like sex

cut the corner hit the next left

reside to the westside a hole in the ground

not paradise but a nice boomin sound

party packed with nuff heads,

some black, some white some hood and some dreads

surround the club, with the dub that swayed em

the remixed version of Steppin to the A.M.

played the club like a crumb to the curb

and this kid greased my palm and said word to the third



Verse 2 Pete Nice

You can flip my lip I throw joints out

out the box I stop some for some doubt

took you out last album I was steppin

now your clickin on my gold disc and flippin

on the third fly is fingers and Kev swab

seven signs on the walls your your head bobs

mouths will move to this you ain't through with this

this ain't a suicide so why'd you grip your wrist

I take a listen to the lyrics I formed up

slidin in the green hornet as I warm it up

cause the third is like a lyric dispenser

for hire like Spencer but my trigger fingers tenser

my sixth sense getting loopy as a Soloflex

turn to soupy and ask which duck is next

hookin phrases clauses nouns and verbs

steppin off set it off it's word to the third



Verse 3 MC Serch

P-E-T-E and me now step to the back

tracks are stacked the party dumb packed

the sweat off my brow is glistening

and in the dance hall not one kid missing

a step while the non step don't step

they chill on the side or reside to the left

a mack daddy makin a move smooth

whisper sweet nothings or something to soothe

the savage beast at least get the number to the residence

while you flash mad presidents

crazy grants a few Jacksons

grip got traction to show that your maxin

but she ain't down with the bum rush

and she better pick up moves off a lint brush

so you got played word to Herb

don't slip money grip its called word to the third



Verse 4 Pete Nice

As you move and your following the Serch-lite

writing music up and fixin up the mix right

some tight on the pockets and the being

I see em jettin from the 3 and deep fleein

Keyin up like a master lock picker

figure that I stop cause I'm out quicker

not Mr. Rogers I'm rollin with Mr. hood

menace and doom not a friendly neighborhood

as a crew it ain't only me myself

just the third knocking fiction off the shelf

make your moves on 33 1/3

daddy rich cuttin records of spoken words

rollin up like this cause I'm pissed

you Serch what's the word oh yeah there it is

or is it just a figure of speech Herb

3rd bass puts in place the word of the third