3rd Bass - Word To The Third Lyrics
Verse 1 MC SerchIn the heat of the night I step swiftjettin to the spot that got the most gifta who to do sittin in my drum looppistol loaded and I'm ready to shootsee my gun is my tongue and it runs like a track starnot much happening but I got a fast care-x double vex and we're strong like sexcut the corner hit the next leftreside to the westside a hole in the groundnot paradise but a nice boomin soundparty packed with nuff heads,some black, some white some hood and some dreadssurround the club, with the dub that swayed emthe remixed version of Steppin to the A.M.played the club like a crumb to the curband this kid greased my palm and said word to the thirdVerse 2 Pete NiceYou can flip my lip I throw joints outout the box I stop some for some doubttook you out last album I was steppinnow your clickin on my gold disc and flippinon the third fly is fingers and Kev swabseven signs on the walls your your head bobsmouths will move to this you ain't through with thisthis ain't a suicide so why'd you grip your wristI take a listen to the lyrics I formed upslidin in the green hornet as I warm it upcause the third is like a lyric dispenserfor hire like Spencer but my trigger fingers tensermy sixth sense getting loopy as a Soloflexturn to soupy and ask which duck is nexthookin phrases clauses nouns and verbssteppin off set it off it's word to the thirdVerse 3 MC SerchP-E-T-E and me now step to the backtracks are stacked the party dumb packedthe sweat off my brow is glisteningand in the dance hall not one kid missinga step while the non step don't stepthey chill on the side or reside to the lefta mack daddy makin a move smoothwhisper sweet nothings or something to soothethe savage beast at least get the number to the residencewhile you flash mad presidentscrazy grants a few Jacksonsgrip got traction to show that your maxinbut she ain't down with the bum rushand she better pick up moves off a lint brushso you got played word to Herbdon't slip money grip its called word to the thirdVerse 4 Pete NiceAs you move and your following the Serch-litewriting music up and fixin up the mix rightsome tight on the pockets and the beingI see em jettin from the 3 and deep fleeinKeyin up like a master lock pickerfigure that I stop cause I'm out quickernot Mr. Rogers I'm rollin with Mr. hoodmenace and doom not a friendly neighborhoodas a crew it ain't only me myselfjust the third knocking fiction off the shelfmake your moves on 33 1/3daddy rich cuttin records of spoken wordsrollin up like this cause I'm pissedyou Serch what's the word oh yeah there it isor is it just a figure of speech Herb3rd bass puts in place the word of the third
