Word To The Third

歌詞

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 west side 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 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 you're 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 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, it's called word to the third As you move and you're 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