Lyrics Monte Hall - 3rd Bass

Monte Hall

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*