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St. John

St. John is a collaboration of longtime friends Rich St. John Trapp, Bob Mair, and Nick Vincent. Best known for the classic, oldschool West Coast sonics (Mairi and Vincent), and the lyrics and flow of their namesake frontman (Trapp), the group became a favorite of the indie hip-hop underground when their songs started breaking into popular TV shows of the early 2000s. This year, fans can look forward to expanded releases of their original albums on top of some never-before released bangers from their archives. Contact: [email protected]



Best Of Black Toast Music - Vol. 1 Givin' Props Keep The Joint Rockin' Til The Sun Comes Up Willing To Die

Ain't Supposed To Do
Artist(s): St. John

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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%


Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%


Category:
Urban


Subcategories:
1980s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, Rap


Keywords:
Alley, Bad Kids, Boastful, Boom Box, Bouncy, Bragger, Breaking Rules, City, College, Drinking, Drugs, Flirtatious, Fun, Gang, Getting In Trouble, Good Time, Groove, Naughty, Old School, Party, Playing Tricks, Prankster, Street, Swagger, Teen, Trickster, Trouble Makers


Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synthesizer


BPM:
90


Key:
D


Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo


Time Signature:
4/4


Lyrics:
Ain't Supposed To Do

AINT SUPPOSED TO DO

Chorus
The greatest feelin that you ever knew
Is doin what you aint supposed to do
Foolin your dad or messin with your brother
Is fun until you get busted by your mother
Tyin the dog to the neighbors cat
Now you know your gonna get in big trouble for that
But sometimes a guys gotta break the rules
Doin what you aint supposed to do

Verse 1
Late one Saturday evening rollin around the hood
You wont believe what I was seein
The first thing I saw was a couple of hustlers
Shootin craps mouths yappin like a couple of busters
Sippin on something from a brown bag
They had chains round they neck and they looked real mad
Hey shorty whats your name keep a look out
I said my mom said I had to go to a cook out
He said listen up quick you could make some money
Buy something nice for that little cute honey
His breath smelled kinda messed up and funny
So I ran down the street left him lookin like a dummy
Everywhere I go in my neighborhood
Theres always someone tryin to get me up to no good
I cant hide up in my house stay away from my crew
So tell me what the heck am I supposed to do

CHORUS

Verse 2
Tell me what youd do if you were little old me
All at home alone and I spy some keys
I wanna roll out lookin key low g
So I roll into my room strap jordans on my feet
Start up moms car and im playin some beats
Next thing you know im rollin down the street
Everybody seems like theyre lookin at me
I drive up real slow to this girl I see
Shes lookin real nice on her ten speed
I said get in lets go downtown
She looked at me like I was kind of a clown
Boy don't you know you bout toi get pulled over
Rollin all slow in that busted up nova
I looked behind me and what did I see
But those red and blue lights catchin up to me
The only thing I though about was my moms
And when I got home shes gonna drop the bomb

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