Givin' Props
Wild And Freaky
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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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:
Action, Beat Street, Boom Box, Breakin', Celebration, Club, Dance, Energetic, Fun, Ghetto Blaster, Old School, Party, Radio, Sexual, Sexy, Street, Strip Club, Thug, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Keyboard, Synthesizer
BPM:
117
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Wild And Freaky
WILD AND FREAKY
CHORUS
Its wild and freaky such a crazy time
Its wild and freaky the girls are so fine
Its crazy they all wanna be me
Just come on down they getting wild and freaky
VERSE 1
I WAS CHILLIN ONE DAY IN THE HOT SUMMER SUN
Lookin good just maxin on my street havin' fun
I seen this girl named daisy walkin down the block
Man she switchin lookin fine and I love the way she walk
so I said hey baby come lets kick it girl lets talk
she said what ya want ya just lookin at my butt
I aint gonna lie I like the way you strut
Come inside lets see whats what
Ill play some jams have you in the cut
Pour some drinks call ur freaks
Ill call my boys and well bring the heat
CHORUS
VERSE 2
I had the party jumpin as the sun start to set
Now my boys got the tables and the dj is fresh
Next thing you know we got the whole darn set
Everybody just chillin and we aint got to jet
Party jumpin heart thumpin people bumpin start to sweat
Now the beat becomes hypnotic and the girls are so erotic
Babe you mine you my narcotic im the super dopest
Chillest wildest mc in the spot
CHORUS
VERSE 3
She said ok man I couldn't believe
Man my rhymes so smooth I got the player steez
I don't brag just boast just straight cool breeze
I got ten fine ladies tuggin at my sleeve
Now just sit right back chill relax
You know we came to rock jump up
now touch your toes shake that thing
While I bust these flows
Crazy lazy freaky deaky so amazing
Out the speakers side to side
With the bump and grind
She so fine she bust my mind
Rock The Block
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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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:
Aggressive, Boastful, Boom Box, Bouncy, City, College, Drinking, Drive By, Drugs, Energy, Flirtatious, Fun, Gang, Girls, Good Time, Groove, Hot, Night Club, Old School, Party, Playful, Positive, Radio, Retro, Sexy, Street, Strip Club, Swagger, Upbeat
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
95
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Rock The Block
ROCK THE BLOCK
CHORUS
Rock the block - get the party on
Rock the block - 'til we get it done
Rock the block - girl shake that hump
Feel that thing goin' bump bump bump
Rock the block - get the party on
Rock the block - 'til we get it done
Rock the block - girl shake that hump
Feel that thing goin' bump bump bump
verse 1
bass starts shakin that 808
all the people in the place
with a smile on they face
got speakers and tweeters makin you vibrate
can you feel it in ya feet all the way to ya face
I just love rockin partys lookin out at the hotties
In the black spandex or them ripped up jeans
Im the ruler of the mic king of the scene
I can make the whole block rock like a fiend
I can make it so nice seem like a dream
CHORUS
Verse 2
Pour my drink on ice and ill make you scream
Fellas in the place just grab that lady
It don't really matter if you rollin Mercedes
Rock that body make the girlies go crazy
Don't stand on the wall lookin stupid and lazy
Take a chance do the dance as im rockin the block
Aint no other like me rockin this hip hop
Im the best MC in the place to be
CHORUS
Verse 3
Certified by makin this party swing
Im the best in the west best in the east
I can make the old ladies get up from their seats
Make the leaves start shakin up in the trees
Ladies be lovin make em weak in the knees
Paris Tokyo London belize
I rock around the world like you wouldn't believe
Big And Bad
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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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, Entertainment News, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Boastful, Boom Box, Bouncy, City, Club, College, Drinking, Drugs, Energetic, Energy, Flirtatious, Fun, Funky, Gang, Girls, Good Time, Groove, Hot, Old School, Party, Playful, Positive, Retro, Sexy, Street, Swagger, Upbeat
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
120
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Big And Bad
BIG AND BAD
Chorus
Im big and bad
Im big and bad
The best thing you wish that you ever had
Repeat
Verse 1
Im rockin never jockin walkin down the block
With no laces in my shoes rollin with my crews
Pickin up those honeys cause they know im makin money
But they always talking something funny
Man I aint no dummy
I got the biggest baddest super raddest
Sounds of the street
And I can make the whole world
Nod their heads to this beat
Why ya think that im so super duper like superman
Cause im fresh to death in my b-boy stance
Chorus
Verse 2
Don't you try to test me cause you know
Ill knock you out
I got a four finger ringer
And you know I got clout
All you other wack mc's tryin to get to me
Take a number stand in line cause im tnt
All the players and the pimps step aside on the street
Cause im a bad old busta and I cant be beat
Now wave your hands in the air if youre feelin the drop
I am the king of the mic king of hip hop
All you breakers and DJ'S come and get with me
I am the best I am the baddest O.G. MC
And when you see me turn it out
That's when youll start to believe
That im the ruler of the block king of the streets
Beat Of The Street
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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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, Entertainment News, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Action, Beat Street, Boom Box, Breakin', Celebration, Club, Dance, Energetic, Fun, Ghetto Blaster, Old School, Party, Radio, Sexual, Sexy, Street, Strip Club, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Keyboard, Synthesizer
BPM:
132
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Beat Of The Street
BEAT OF THE STREET
CHORUS
It's the beat of the street
We gonna keep on movin yeah we aint gonna stop the groovin
It's the beat of the street
We gonna keep on poppin there aint no stopping us
VERSE 1
Up lock around the block
Non stop movin cuz my crew don't stop
Bring it all night ima bout to pop
Crazy on the dance floor they want more
Yo homeboy what ya lookin at
Tease your girl like a kitty cat
Ya know she gonna wanna gimme that
My styles so fresh and my laces fat
If ya wanna battle then I got the map
Six step the top rock centipede when im in the spot
Rock steady comin heavy
Papi you aint really ready
Me and the crew got the old school chevy's
Back front side to side
I even pop lock in the ride
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Don't come up in my hood now I thought you understood
Now freeze lock breakers get in your spot
Windmills butterfly kicks fakers punks gonna make you quit
When I throw that turtle all in the mix
Suicide like karate flicks
Swipe flare shuffle step
We number one cuz you know the rep
Two turntables and you start to sweat
Never gonna be that crazy set
Head lock while we down lock
We in control when we in the spot
Dj keep that beat on top
Hope this beat don't stop
Chorus
VERSE 3
YO Bboys and bgirls
Now pop lock all around the world
We keep it street we rock the beat
We got the style and the moves are sweet
Octopus to the king tut
What ya know about the robot what
Smooth it out struttin poppin
Boogaloo and we boogy down
Backslide to the moon walk
How we move how we talk
You might get an electric shock
Robot all up and down my spot
CHORUS
Gimme A Wooo
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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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:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Barrio, City, Dance, Drive By, Drugs, Energetic, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Night Club, Party, Radio, Sexy, Street, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
96
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Gimme A Wooo
GIMME A WOOO
GIMME A WOOO
EVERYBODY FROM THE FRONT TO THE BACK SIDE TO SIDE
GIMME A HEYY
ALL THE LADIES GONNA TAKE YOU FOR A RIDE TONIGHT
Now let me take you for a little ride tonight
Pimped back in a Cadillac feeling allright
Old school like a pimp on a Saturday night
Lean back in the seat head tilt to the right
I aint a mean man I could just lean man
Pull over for a second pull out the green man
You know we smoke lets do it (do it)
See that red light run right through it
Aint nothing but a party goin down right now
All the ladies in the ride got that rump like pow
Wanna know how I do it just ask me how
Jeans is pressed and smell so fresh
Mint tic tacs something for the breath
Straight half twisted by the time I left
On the two way speeding down the freeway
Me and my dj going to rock the spot tonight
Chorus
Now all the ladies in the place are you feeling allright
Got style and finesse old school like def
New school like fool better catch your breath
Ill be rockin this party till theres no one left
Straight crunk in the back get it packed that's my method
Aint no one in the spot waiting to get hectic
A little attitude my crew will correct it
Move that little thing over I inspect it
Went to the corner of the club she directed
Licked her lips and then she moved her hips
In my mind I was wylin doin two back flips
Does she drive automatic or she ride that stick
Chorus
Little twinkle in the eye now she act all slick
I like short ones tall ones skinny or thick
Down south out west or shes from the bricks
Now they all acting fly so just take your pick
Be a gentleman got that adrenaline
Pump like medicine into the system
Look how she glistens like the diamonds on my wrist
Pourin cris in the glass you know we pimp like this
I aint nothing but a fiend for this all night thing
Hands up in the air iced out like bling
Now just gimme that beat so I can do my thing
Party Time
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1980s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Action, Beat Street, Boom Box, Breakin', Celebration, Club, Dance, Energetic, Fun, Ghetto Blaster, Old School, Party, Radio, Sexual, Sexy, Street, Strip Club, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Keyboard, Synthesizer
BPM:
131
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Party Time
PARTY TIME
CHORUS
Everybody out on the left get your hands up in the air
Everybody out on the right wave it like you just don't care
Now we aint never gonna stop keep it goin all night
Yeah this is how we do it yeah its party time
VERSE
Wave your hands up in the sky left to right side to side
Im the mc with that rhythm right girls are fresh the beat is tight
What ya gonna do its Friday night
Gonna rock to the rhythm like dolemite
That sexy mamas out of sight lean and mean
So darn fine
Like to know you if you got the time
That beat shakin all in your spine
Time to party if you girls don't mind way you move is just so divine
Aint no party like a west coast party cause a west coast party don't quit
Don't forget that east coast party cause an east coast party don't stop
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Now the beat keeps rockin champagne poppin breakers lockin
The girls are jockin feet are stompin here to Compton
The heart is pumpin party jumpin bass is thumpin
Now aint that something keep on bumpin all night long
Party stay dope when I rock this song
Aint nothing wrong with a little bit of junk inside the trunk
When you feel the beat man gotta eat so im runnin these streets
Hustling to the hip hop im the tip top the best
I came here to express rock the mic I am so fresh
CHORUS
VERSE
NOW BBOYS AND BGIRLS its party time
All the breakers and rockers its party time
Keep it going all night cuz its party time
You know it feels so right
Party people in the place party people
Just feel that bass come on come on
Its all night long now party people lets rock this like
Always be the dopest flyest pimp so don't you test
Now ladies you know I am so fresh
The fellas say oh yeah
The ladies say oh yeah
We be the super magalistic freaks we rock it all night long
CHORUS
Git Me Some
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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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:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Barrio, Chaos, City, Dark, Drive By, Drugs, Energetic, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, Mean, Ominous, Prison, Promo, Scary, Sports, Street, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
106
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Git Me Some
GIT ME SOME
CHORUS
Money gonna get me some honeys gonna get me some holla
Yeah oohh ooh gonna get me some get me some
Ladies gonna get me some crazy gonna get me some ladies
Gonna get me some party oohh oohhh
VERSE 1
Gonna take a look at the nook of my neck of the woods
Its all good its understood but im above a battle saddle up the philly
And get reall y on the day to day dilly of the dally of a dollar in the
Valley keep the increase till deceased I never flash a peace sign
To tell you whats on my mind I got thick rhymes that'll never see the light of the day
Play the occupation operation back in the 70s would've had to been a smooth hustler
Just to get the cheese now in new millennium im onto them they onto us get on the bus
But I could never trust a mister buster of the populous they like to trust and long legs
Skinny braids get the show get paid rodeo lasso up the stupid dough I aint lyin honeys cryin tryin to do voodoo at the show
CHORUS
I got you in my grip hush child don't slip sleep sleek sheets slip
Seek heat success chest to chest sweat you think that im a natural
Well im not even done yet spend dollars too long in a mental tenement
I might bend with it but ill never break you come fast ill come late
Just rip the party up to date your fate is what you make of it the fakers
High stakers some packin some stackin it I cant lose ill get busted
Used to get dusted now my armys crusted with a band of ice suss one
Vice or two that's true advice to you I might switch the other shoe
But it would never fit I get stick stuck tick tack patty actin wack
My knack is for the crackin of the domes with dope poems holmes
CHORUS
Breakdown
This little word goes round and round I wont stop until
Ive found cool cool crazies know how to get down
Refuse To Lose
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1980s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Barrio, Chaos, City, Dark, Drive By, Drugs, Energetic, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, Mean, Ominous, Prison, Promo, Scary, Sports, Street, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
114
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Refuse To Lose
REFUSE TO LOSE
Fool I freak pity wack mc's step like oblique
Some flow in frequency listen im dishin this knowledge
And dissin the scholars who think that they holler
Don't speak battle enemies aint never defeat
So please come no no hesitate figure undercover operators
Poppin and provoking hoppin on my microphone and
Never paid a token soundin like hip but they hop when I flip
Boy I runnin mc things come get my blessings
If ya bust lip then ya gonna get stressing
Taken my blows and refuse to my foes to stand down on this earth
Is my stand to preserve never swerve on the curve its absurd
You deserve to be heard if you puff pop pop then its on non stop
Like the way that I rock do you like the way I talk?
If not I don't mock popular people addicted to evil cant move me
I do be an equal perceiver yes im blessed with my own distress
No matter how hard it press this is my only test honey me be
Sweet for ladies aint never met a killa who didn't agree if ya got an audience
Then we can mc and if you violate then you gotta pay a fee
Rock chill you got your fill pay bills
With these nice techniques I kill verbs syntax and wax at will
Top of the mountain king of the hill I am heavy light like levity
Swift as brevity this is steady b session is profession
Learn the lesson swift as guessin no deception am I vexin
Kick the wisdom got connections im not done I never
Use a gun where I come from we never gonna run
No stopping me philosophy got my degree in the street like a prophecy
Hypocritic I aint with it you wear that coat and fit it if you wanna be a critic
Don't rock a soft exhibit my freak technique makes freaks lose speech
She teach fellas freak philosophy missile misdirected most effective
When elected hectic im symmetric and the streets they feel electric
(counter contraceptive cause my lyrics populated the beat
fear this cause my victory aint never deceipt )
when you walk down the block
and you start hear me talk man this is my spot
and I wont ever stop
I refuse to lose
Don't speak about peace cause im hot by degrees
Do what I please make you weak in the knees
RAST
Back Against The Wall
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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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:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Barrio, Chaos, City, Dark, Drive By, Drugs, Energetic, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, Mean, Ominous, Prison, Promo, Scary, Sports, Street, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
100
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Back Against The Wall
BACK AGAINST THE WALL
Chorus
Propaganda make my heart beat faster
Running and gunnin im done in with the same life
Son caught between a rock and the game
Harder than I am one man comin with the same plan
Hot damn broke down folks say god bless ya then stress
Ya distress ya confess that my chest is distressed I cant breathe
Seize upon my need to escape the same fate
Maybe money mention heavy debted did I said it
Yes I must because I thrust myself and let it out quick
Sand in which I stand a situation Benjamin chasing facing one year up to life
Mental trigger picture bigger things than hustling and strife
Up against the ropes dope dealer nope
Rock another boat three situations got me chasing
On probation failing falling finally fed up sick cycle in the cut
Got this feeling in my gut that im stuck land of the free
Cant disagree but somes trapped got to find my way
Now its 3 am in the morning theres a warning bell ringing in my head said im sick of doing stick ups but im dead if my man cant make it
Take it underground and wait
Chorus
Heavy cats in undercover caps and all I wanna do is relax
And vibe ou kick hard like the bass and sharp like the flip
Recapitulation takes discipline participating such such
Mentally tough aint afraid of enough june gloom boom boom
Sunny disguised money in the symphony
Fool im strength and smoke whispers and solidity
Random destiny strewn street thoughts beat me in punches
Im possibly a mystery life is complicated sometimes
I sedate it I waited too long now im gone
Unless I bust these hustles and its on gotta use some muscle
And I gotta live long song of the ancients in my blood strong
Now I make my move prove that im righteous fight this feeling
Til im wheeling im gone hunches past assumptions
Amd im done with frontin kid visions of apocalypse burst
From the lips of misfits I have risen and arosen
The last amongst the chosen feel as if im frozen
Stuck against the bricks backed up and im sick of feeling
Dismissed yes even by my misses now the list as long
As history gotta make a monument of flow
DJ Feel The Heat
Artist(s): Meth Lab (feat. St. John)
Label: Black Toast Records
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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:
Acid House, Alternative, Breakbeat, Dance, Electronica, Funk, Indie, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, Techno
Keywords:
Action, Aggressive, Brit Hop, Carefree, Celebration, Challenge, Chase, Club, College, Competition, Crazy, DJ, Driving, Drugs, Ecstasy, Energetic, Energy, Escape, Euphoric, Euro, Excitement, Exercise, Extreme Sports, Fun, Happy, Hypnotic, Intense, Motion, Movement, Party, Promo, Psychedelic, Pursuit, Race, Rave, Running, Sci Fi, Speed, Teen, Trailer, Travel, Trip Hop, Trippy, Video Game, Wild, Youth
Instruments:
Scratches
BPM:
98
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
DJ Feel The Heat
DJ FEEL THE HEAT
Go – go – go – go – one – two – three
Let the DJ feel the heat
C – c – c- come on
Let the DJ feel the heat
C – c – c- come on
Let the DJ feel the heat
C – c – c- come on
Let the DJ feel the heat
C – c – c- come on
(Repeat)
Keep – keep – keep – keep – keep – keep
Keep those hands up
(Repeat)
Make it shine from above – make it shine from abo – buh – buh – buh
Make it shine from above – make it shine from abo – buh – buh – buh
(Repeat)
Got me – got me feelin' to the floor ahh
Got me – got me feelin' to the floor ahh
(Repeat)
Yo – yo – bring it back – back
Yo – yo – bring it back – back
(Repeat)
Yo – bring it back
One – go – two – go – three
Let the DJ feel the heat
C – c – c- come on
Let the DJ feel the heat
C – c – c- come on
Let the DJ feel the heat
C – c – c- come on
Let the DJ feel the heat
C – c – c- come on
Make it shine from above – make it shine from abo – buh – buh – buh
Make it shine from above – make it shine from abo – buh – buh – buh
(Repeat)
Let the DJ feel the heat
C – c – c- come on
Let the DJ feel - uh
Shoot That Hoop
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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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:
Aggressive, Arena, Barrio, Basketball, Boastful, Boom Box, Bouncy, Cheerleader, City, Club, College, Competition, Courtside, Drive, Energetic, Energy, Fans, Fun, Game, Girls, Good Time, Groove, Hoops, Hot, Party, Pass, Playful, Playoffs, Positive, Radio, Retro, Rivalry, Shot, Slam Dunk, Sports, Stadium, Street, Swagger, Team, Upbeat, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
116
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Shoot That Hoop
SHOOT THAT HOOP
Chorus
Come on baby shoot that hoop
Come on come on you know how to do it now
Verse 1
Pass the rock im the one on the block
With the smooth jump shot
Make the females hot
Cool breeze and 360's make the crowd scream 'ahhh'
On the blacktop im the sure shot with the flat top
Makin these fools knees pop
Im the street MC the underground king
Had the fresh moves at the age of 13
What ya wanna know about the way I swing
Hook shot while they beat box takin over ya block
Aint nothing better in the hot hot weather
Runnin all day mek ya mind feel better
Make that shot then make that cheddar
Fools come at me talk that smack
Money where the mouth that's where its at
Chorus
Verse 2
I shoot the hoop drop & swoop mix & match
Make em feel the truth drop & roll
Cause im in control pop that flip that finger roll
You know who I do this for love them ladies
Make me crazy make me wanna get up in the morning and dunk
Roll around hot with the rock in the trunk
Drive the lane and ill block that junk
Rip them moves like wilt the stilt
Got a game that I play like dr. J
Ima make you shook if you get in my way
Ima drain that shot like smooth hip hop
I can play all day rock all night
The man on the mic cause my game is tight
Keep it comin nice like you knew I might
Chorus
Verse 3
Come on and lets do it do it
Youre gonna break through it through it
Pass pass block that block that shot shot
We get we get hot hot
Wicked on the block like an astronaut
Pick and roll out of control alley oop
Then we give and go
Shoot that shoot that hoop I mean
Everybody love it when I drain that 3
What Up
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Calamari Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Bouncy, Club, Energetic, Flirtatious, Fun, Good Time, Hot, Old School, Party, Playful, Retro, Rowdy, Sexy, Teen, Upbeat, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
100
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
What Up
WHAT UP
CHORUS
What up lets rock this party
H2 limo and a case of Bacardi
Ladies in the back seat gonna act naughty
You know we rock the spot
What up get high supersonic
Me and the crew like to twist the chronic
2004 hip hop bionic
you know we rock the spot
VERSE 1
Turnin' it out in the club with Jamaican rub-a-dub
The ice from my neck reflects the bubbles from the bub
Strip off them clothes girl climb in the tub
Full body rub then it gets x-rated
Never kiss and tell gotta keep it understated understand
Im debated all around the world
Black skin white skin and Indian girls
Travellin' around and putting it down
Bein a clown makin the sounds
Too many people to put in equal stereo scenario
Why ya wanna be hater jealous of me
Don't think the game that comes with fame don't also
Come with envy
Gotta pay attention did I mention that its real
Come on everybody make em hot make em peel
Off come the tops man that's how im gonna steal
The ladies make em crazy gang star mass appeal
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Thinking about the rhythm keeping my seat in the middle
Two tender vittles to the right and the left
Holdin my breath that was the last hit left
Hookin up some more green and the branches
And bounce across the stanchions
Dreamin' about mansions time for expansions
Aint no way that we could ever roll with less than fifty
Plus we got the gift B makin people shifty
Party people pushin possibilities for me
Gimme the mic any night rock it right
Just to get a sight of me
Have to pay fifty G increase the artery
Like you won the lottery
Got these hotties with bodies
Beside of me thinking about is heavenly
Sheezy with the bubbly trying to get
In trouble see the only way ill ever be makin them hits
Make you party the crews about to get
CHORUS
WHOA OH WHOA OH WHOA OH
CHORUS
The Game Is Over
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Calamari Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Rock
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Barrio, Chaotic, City, Dark, Drive By, Drugs, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, Mean, Ominous, Prison, Scary, Street, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
95
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
The Game Is Over
THE GAME IS OVER
Lost and found six feet in the ground
If you don't pay attention gonna be locked down
The game is over
No busters no dust fast feet trust in the street
Plenty of possibilities in the life of a hustle
It was april 17 1985 my only street mission was to just stay alive
Thrived upon a game made people insane
Introduced by the same CIA who had made it that way
In the first damn place had to meet a money
Named school O.G. for a fee he could get you anything you need
Top speed hopped fences threw bricks saw tricks
Had a funny feeling in my gut that this was it
Believe I'll proceed to the next level devils
Had my situation twisted got to get lifted
Got to find the gifted put the money in
my palm son before you get rocked
Chorus
circle round the block just to get a different approach
if I hadn't done this wouldn't a seen the laser scope
back to proceeding with the feeling I was dealing with
I had to cross to Brooklyn cats got my back
but stopped dead in my tracks for some fiends wanted crack
I said get the hell away he said make my day
Had a split decision it's a scout no doubt must be other soldiers
Gunnin for me en route right about then schooly hit me up
The fiend got distracted threw him in the cut
Now I hopped the d train just to make it quick
All these fools on my trail got my head feeling sick
Now I just relax til I cover my tracks
Felt this tap on my shoulder didn't dare look back
Saw the kids reflection 22 my midsection
Didn't have a second so I dropped him quick
Chorus
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