Third Person Songtext
von Akwid
Third Person Songtext
Yeah
Come on, come on
Coming from the hood
Yeah
Third person up in this motherfucker
Let ′em know, AK
Have you ever seen or heard about him?
I heard the man's got it crackin′ (Yeah)
Flip styles like innocent crooks when they jackin'
Letting off rounds by the pounds for those within range
No hesitation (Bam, bam), it's time for a change (Change it up)
He flips the stroll wired up like a cripple
Plug you and hook you up to the fuckin′ wire on the d-low (Yeah)
Massive weight like a kilo (Ha)
Where′s Waldo? Who gives a fuck like I'm Frank Cacilno
Ayy, who you talkin′ about, Wicket or AK? (Which one?)
'Cause them fools is both too quick to
Serve a little bitch in this tray (What?)
No hair but mean stare like a pit (Rrr)
Standing on stage rappin′, grabbin' on his dick (Huh)
They call that ese Wicket (Yeah)
And he′s known to sport a beanie
I heard he flip more tricks than Houdini
Party mob fool gives a fuck about curfew
Look at me on his nuts and I'm just a third person
And you know that them fools drop the bomb rhymes (Oh yeah)
And them fools drop the bomb beats (Haha)
And I be the third motherfucker that be talkin' Ak′wid
Who lifts bitches off they seats
′Cause them fools drop the bomb rhymes (Bomb rhymes, yeah)
And them fools drop the bomb beats (Uh-huh)
And I be the third motherfucker who be talkin' Ak′wid (Yeah)
Who lifts bitches off they seats
Even though I know what's crackin′
Wicket's got more ammo than the military packing for battle (What?)
I heard that fool had a saddle in his trunk (For what?)
So he could ride the wack even when my homie′s drunk (Huh?)
For sure he rocks the show like Nirvana
And I'm a number one fan of Wickerama
Take heed 'cause the breed is full bred
To be style what′s crackin′, but it's Ak′wid instead
He ain't even fuckin′ with ya (Oh, wait, hold on)
Who's gonna party, engage in action
On the double like his name was John Gotti
Leads to the world like that fool Al Pacino
Came like a motherfucker nicknamed casino
Counting deuces, homie, fuck whomever loses
Worldwide known like Minute Maid squeezing juices
Telling phrases (Yeah), laced up fatter than the laces
Stuck on the chrome like the fucking car races
And you know that them fools drop the bomb rhymes (Oh yeah)
And them fools drop the bomb beats (Haha)
And I be the third motherfucker that be talkin′ Ak'wid (Yeah)
Who lifts bitches off they seats (On stage, yeah)
'Cause them fools drop the bomb rhymes (They drop the rhymes)
And them fools drop the bomb beats (Bomb beats)
And I be the third motherfucker that be talkin′ Ak′wid (Damn)
Who lifts bitches off they seats
Coming from the hood (Haha, yeah)
Coming from the hood (I like that)
Coming from the hood (It's Ak′wid, baby)
Coming— Coming— Coming— (Yeah)
Like a message in a bottle (Bloop)
Stay afloat, never sinkin' (Haha)
Even if you′re sober, bottoms up, got you thinkin'
What′s this Ak'wid? Liquid like glue
Rounding up to the nearest bricks like school
Showin' up, pickin′ battles with the weak
Clownin′ motherfuckers (Sucka), make the mute wanna speak
The deaf wanna hear, the blind wanna see
He who speaks the word of the truth, homie, fuck peace
But any case, this sentence of the bomb race (Yeah)
And I blow Español and stay in your face (Chinga tu pinche madre)
Okay, so you's the bomb (What?)
But who′s man enough to throw the first slip?
Fool, eses is sick
Ain't no time for slackin′ when my partners get to mackin'
On the chickenhead bitches that be flappin′ on they feet (Haha, yeah)
And seek the next man who got a dollar
Ayy, fool, I'll put a twenty bet to make 'em holler (There you go)
And I′m glad I know ′em both
'Cause they bound to climb a mop like a motherfuckin′ goat, yeah
And you know that them fools drop the bomb rhymes (That's crazy)
And them fools drop the bomb beats (Haha)
And I be the third motherfucker that be talkin′ Ak'wid
Who lifts bitches off they seats (Off they motherfuckin′ seats)
'Cause them fools drop the bomb rhymes (Uh-huh)
And them fools drop the bomb beats (Oh yeah)
And I be the third motherfucker that be talkin' Ak′wid (Third)
Who lifts bitches off they seats
Huh, there you have it
Come on, come on
Coming from the hood
Yeah
Third person up in this motherfucker
Let ′em know, AK
Have you ever seen or heard about him?
I heard the man's got it crackin′ (Yeah)
Flip styles like innocent crooks when they jackin'
Letting off rounds by the pounds for those within range
No hesitation (Bam, bam), it's time for a change (Change it up)
He flips the stroll wired up like a cripple
Plug you and hook you up to the fuckin′ wire on the d-low (Yeah)
Massive weight like a kilo (Ha)
Where′s Waldo? Who gives a fuck like I'm Frank Cacilno
Ayy, who you talkin′ about, Wicket or AK? (Which one?)
'Cause them fools is both too quick to
Serve a little bitch in this tray (What?)
No hair but mean stare like a pit (Rrr)
Standing on stage rappin′, grabbin' on his dick (Huh)
They call that ese Wicket (Yeah)
And he′s known to sport a beanie
I heard he flip more tricks than Houdini
Party mob fool gives a fuck about curfew
Look at me on his nuts and I'm just a third person
And you know that them fools drop the bomb rhymes (Oh yeah)
And them fools drop the bomb beats (Haha)
And I be the third motherfucker that be talkin' Ak′wid
Who lifts bitches off they seats
′Cause them fools drop the bomb rhymes (Bomb rhymes, yeah)
And them fools drop the bomb beats (Uh-huh)
And I be the third motherfucker who be talkin' Ak′wid (Yeah)
Who lifts bitches off they seats
Even though I know what's crackin′
Wicket's got more ammo than the military packing for battle (What?)
I heard that fool had a saddle in his trunk (For what?)
So he could ride the wack even when my homie′s drunk (Huh?)
For sure he rocks the show like Nirvana
And I'm a number one fan of Wickerama
Take heed 'cause the breed is full bred
To be style what′s crackin′, but it's Ak′wid instead
He ain't even fuckin′ with ya (Oh, wait, hold on)
Who's gonna party, engage in action
On the double like his name was John Gotti
Leads to the world like that fool Al Pacino
Came like a motherfucker nicknamed casino
Counting deuces, homie, fuck whomever loses
Worldwide known like Minute Maid squeezing juices
Telling phrases (Yeah), laced up fatter than the laces
Stuck on the chrome like the fucking car races
And you know that them fools drop the bomb rhymes (Oh yeah)
And them fools drop the bomb beats (Haha)
And I be the third motherfucker that be talkin′ Ak'wid (Yeah)
Who lifts bitches off they seats (On stage, yeah)
'Cause them fools drop the bomb rhymes (They drop the rhymes)
And them fools drop the bomb beats (Bomb beats)
And I be the third motherfucker that be talkin′ Ak′wid (Damn)
Who lifts bitches off they seats
Coming from the hood (Haha, yeah)
Coming from the hood (I like that)
Coming from the hood (It's Ak′wid, baby)
Coming— Coming— Coming— (Yeah)
Like a message in a bottle (Bloop)
Stay afloat, never sinkin' (Haha)
Even if you′re sober, bottoms up, got you thinkin'
What′s this Ak'wid? Liquid like glue
Rounding up to the nearest bricks like school
Showin' up, pickin′ battles with the weak
Clownin′ motherfuckers (Sucka), make the mute wanna speak
The deaf wanna hear, the blind wanna see
He who speaks the word of the truth, homie, fuck peace
But any case, this sentence of the bomb race (Yeah)
And I blow Español and stay in your face (Chinga tu pinche madre)
Okay, so you's the bomb (What?)
But who′s man enough to throw the first slip?
Fool, eses is sick
Ain't no time for slackin′ when my partners get to mackin'
On the chickenhead bitches that be flappin′ on they feet (Haha, yeah)
And seek the next man who got a dollar
Ayy, fool, I'll put a twenty bet to make 'em holler (There you go)
And I′m glad I know ′em both
'Cause they bound to climb a mop like a motherfuckin′ goat, yeah
And you know that them fools drop the bomb rhymes (That's crazy)
And them fools drop the bomb beats (Haha)
And I be the third motherfucker that be talkin′ Ak'wid
Who lifts bitches off they seats (Off they motherfuckin′ seats)
'Cause them fools drop the bomb rhymes (Uh-huh)
And them fools drop the bomb beats (Oh yeah)
And I be the third motherfucker that be talkin' Ak′wid (Third)
Who lifts bitches off they seats
Huh, there you have it
Writer(s): Sergio Gomez, Francisco Gomez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

