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Monte Hall
1,139
Hip-Hop/Rap
Monte Hall was released on October 23, 1989 by Def Jam Recordings as a part of the album The Cactus Album
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Release DateOctober 23, 1989
LabelDef Jam Recordings
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM98

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
3rd Bass
3rd Bass
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Berrin
Michael Berrin
Composer
Peter J. Nash
Peter J. Nash
Composer
Sam Citrin
Sam Citrin
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sam Sever
Sam Sever
Producer
Prime Minister Pete Nice
Prime Minister Pete Nice
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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, let's step for some shade in the dancehall
[Verse 2]
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 (Yo)
A syllabus spoken by the 3rd on schoolin'
A female to impale, push ups, smooth and
Turn to spurn desire, that all?
Another episode in the dancehall
[Verse 3]
Step to the A-M, play 'em a song slow
Low tempo kicks lyrics to those who show
A need to step to a def 3rd Bass man
A wink of a eye, the smile of a face and I'm
D-O-W-N to send shockwaves
Up the spine, while the clocks saves
Just enough ticks to lick neck to your lips
Mouth to mouth, palm upon hips
Sigh of pleasure, measure 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
[Verse 4]
Steppin' over heads that swayed
You move over and the record's played
Swayed over smoothly, smoothin' a listener
Undergoes wanted death of a dancer
To twist over you rises your liquor
Slight panic on the 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 falls
Step into the A-M, in the dancehall
Written by: Michael Berrin, Peter J. Nash, Sam Citrin
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