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, let's step for some shade in the dancehall

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

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

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