Monte Hall - 3rd Bass

Tight fit, dim lit spot, is where I’m movin to

Sweaty but these slow tracks start soothin you

Light-skinned, steps into the picture

Program is fixed, the mix will let you get your

Hand around waist, face drippin from moisture

Strokin the neck, you suspect that she’ll voice her

Approval, whippin and flippin your pelvis

Brothers step in, step off, you get selfish

Yours for the take-home, so she can take up space

At your place, but then you start to wake up

Groove goes to fade, introductions are made

Love my name is Serch, step for some shade

In the dancehall

«This place has everything.»

«This place has everything.»

Soulfully smooth, she slithered to a solo

Spot to drop her bass and I’ll follow

Fiend on a focus, I spoke this figure of speech

Supposed to sway those who seek

Such wisdom, wildly workin towards a woman

Therefore she’s drawn, to the other man’s

Intentions of a G, tryin to stump me

Announced presence in the house of Mr. Puffy

Smoke filled the tight-packed system

A rack of skirt, kit for a victim

A three-stage pleasure on a principle

As I step and drop a syllable (yyyyo!)

A syllabus spoken by the 3rd on sss-swooin

A female, to impale, push-up, smooth and

Turn to spurn desire -- that all?

Another episode in the dancehall

«This place has everything.»

«This place has everything.»

Step to the A.M., playin a song slow

Low tempo kicks lyrics to those who show

A need to step to a def 3rd Bass man

A wink of eye, the smile of a face and I’m

D-O-W-N to send shockwaves

Up the spine, while the clock saves

Just enough ticks to lick neck to your lips

Mouth to mouth, palm upon hips

Sigh in pleasure, measures the heat up

Nibble my neck, the affection I eat up

Dine like a diner, hot enough to simmer

Jam comes to a close, come give a

Number of seven in regard to the residents

Told the mob that I slobbed and showed evidence

Lipstick on the grill, a digit to call

Another lovestruck, stuck to the wall

Of the dancehall

«This place has everything.»

«This place has everything.»

Steppin over heads that swayed

You move over and the record’s played

Swayed over smoothly, soothin a listener

Undergoes wanted death of a dancer

To twist over you rises your liquor

Slight panic on a dancehall picture

Motion flows, scene gets hectic

Freakin bones like an epileptic

Melody moves scenario to chaos

Pursue principles and then you shoot livest

So-called, it’s boots that rise and fall

Steppin to the A.M., in the dancehall

«This place has everything.»

«This place has everything.»

«This place has everything.»

*echoes*

«This place has everything.»

*echoes*

«This place has everything.»

*echoes*

«This place has everything.»

*echoes*

«This place has everything.»

*echoes*

«This place has everything.»

*echoes*

«This place has everything.»

*echoes*

«This place has everything.»

*echoes*

«This place has everything.»

*echoes*