3rd Bass

Teksty piosenek Albumy

Monte Hall

Songwriters: Berrin, Michael; Citrin, S; James, Bob; Nash, Pete; Washington, Grover (Jr);

3rd place is everything

C'mon, I'll show you

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, space 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, now step for some shade in the dancehall

3rd place is 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

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

3rd place is everything

Step to the A.M., playin' a song that's slow

Low tempo kicks lyrics to those who show

A need to step to a def 3rd Bassment

A wink of eye, the smile of a face

And I'm D O W N to send shock waves

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 quill, a digit to call

Another lovestruck, stuck to the wall of the dancehall

3rd place is 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

3rd place is everything

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