[MC Serch] 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.." "3rd place is everything.."
[Pete Nice] 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
"3rd place is everything.." "3rd place is everything.."
[MC Serch] 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 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 quill, a digit to call Another lovestruck, stuck to the wall of the dancehall
"3rd place is everything.." "3rd place is everything.."
[Pete Nice] 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.." "3rd place is everything.."
"3rd place is everything.." *echoes* "3rd place is everything.." *echoes*
"3rd place is everything.." *echoes* "3rd place is everything.." *echoes*
"3rd place is everything.." *echoes* "3rd place is everything.." *echoes*
"3rd place is everything.." *echoes* "3rd place is everything.." *echoes*