3rd Bass Lyrics

Album: The Cactus Album

Flippin' Off The Wall Like Lucy Ball Lyrics

"3rd place is everything.. 

C'mon, I'll show you" 

[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* 

"3rd place is everything.." *echoes*