Til The Sun Comes Up
Artist: St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Check U Out
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:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, R&B
Keywords:
Club, Flirtatious, Fun, Party, Playful, Radio, Relationship, Romantic, Sexy, Street, Strip Club, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
110
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Check U Out
CHECK U OUT
Chorus
I wanna check u out
U gonna check me out
I get to know you
Want to know just what youre all about
V1
Check this out in a matter of about
Five minutes attendance is increased
In the party rock your body from the north to the east
Lookin so smooth like luxury
Im a pimp on the inside chill on the out
No doubt head spinnin when the lights go out
Pop pop lazer gazer cut like razors
Thick in the blazer do me a favor
Chorus
V2
Spottin pon the body girl hit them curves
Tight like eerrtt hold up wait stay up get up
Oh snap like whips goin 126 blacktop or bricks
I wanna check how she grips how she turn the corner
Will she stay up or flip if we go real fast will she start to slip
I aint playin girl talking about drivin the whip on the 101
Goin about 126
I don't act real slick no need for that it's the way that your eyes flash
Who You Leavin' Wit
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:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, R&B
Keywords:
Club, Flirtatious, Fun, Party, Playful, Radio, Relationship, Romantic, Sexy, Street, Strip Club, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
96
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Who You Leavin' Wit
WHO YOU LEAVIN WIT
Chorus
Who ya leavin with? Im leaving with you
Where we goin girl? What we gonna do?
Just me and you
You make me feel so good
You make me feel so fine
Its gonna be wonderful
Its gonna be so right
V1
We could leave this summer and never ever recover
Im a lover drive a hummer black tint 26's
The mix is perfection check this selection
We roll like 50 deep saw ya man tryin to creep
When I looked at ya but you know its all done
From the moment I come through the front door
Bumbumbumbum baby like once more encore hardcore
Do you know whats in store have you screamin out
Like oh lord now you know how I roll my pocket looks full
Nothing less than a g make me comfortable
Chorus
V2
Its hot this spot is packed and full I lean back and pull
Hennessy and bull stay tilt but im built straight sensible
Try to check the effect of my glances pants is so damn low
Be like oh wont take you to a mo but a hotel penthouse
Amex be like oh well already got cris chillin' but you got to be willin
Look up at the ceiling when we smoke straight chillin its that
Feeling that I got back there in the spot like you would do anything
Never care what I got we both slipped out on the down low
Chorus
V3
Let me break for a minute just to tell you
How I went and stack chips so effectively
All those overnighters wanna get next to me
No time for the dime piece need piece of mind
Least most of the time don't cease when we meet
On the street im complete lets go slow mo
On the video I love it how we keep it on the low low
She Gives It All
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, R&B
Keywords:
Club, Flirtatious, Fun, Party, Playful, Radio, Relationship, Romantic, Sexy, Street, Strip Club, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
120
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
She Gives It All
SHE GIVES IT ALL
CHORUS
She gives it all to me yeeaahhh
She gives it all to me every night
She gonna pour it all over her sweet sweet love
She gives it all to me from heaven above
VERSE 1
Stop that train hot like flame
Burn my brain walk that way
Shift stop roll with the wiggle in the spot
Stop rock whistle shell never be caught
By a player like me switch up my game get a fame degree
Sittin in the corner with a PHD
I see you have looked at me freeze flip
Move them lips bend over strip take em off them hips
Why waste your time with me cause girl I will
Shake that world lunatic to benefit
Politic I make it sick
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Raindrops don't stop hip hop
We caught like a shot goin off
I was hit this is it this it
Where'd it go in my hip that's hip
These thoughts in my head am I dead?
She spit words land like lead
Too good to be true play it cool
Not a fool im cool
Done with tricks im not slick don't trip
Don't rock don't flip come off it
Not a prophet
Drop profits don't stop it
More often than not
You make me stop make me rock
Drop top is on my brain
Little belly button drive a man insane
CHORUS
Baby come tell me secrets maybe
The we can freak it lazy fast slow oh good lord
Gold And Platinum
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:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Alley, Barrio, City, Dance, Drugs, Energetic, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gold, Night Club, Party, Platinum, Promo, Radio, Sports, Street
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
101
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Gold And Platinum
GOLD AND PLATINUM
Chorus
Give me the ching, mister, now show me the money
Yeah give me the Escalade, fill the back seat with honeys
I'll throw down the beats - I'm holdin' my rhymes for ransom
Just show me the cash - I'll give you gold and platinum
My stance with this dude named Lance
Gimme my advance second chance no dance
All these fools fluctuated debated I cant wait
I love it I hate it I contemplate got no time
For fashion im mashin and smashin and stashin
These flows for he hold up wait a minute
Got my rub a dub bumpin at the club
Everybody push and shove now you wanna pull out from under me
The rug like im a rookie ya heard my mix tapes
I aint made a mistake since I was in the eighth grade
Makin fakers afraid now its time to get paid
Get laid get made sucka duck the fluctuation
This nation invaluable information
So yo stop slick let me give ya a market tip
If ya see me onstage flipping amazing grace
I need twenty points a joint ya need to stop slippin
Give me the ching mista
Now show me the money etc..
Chorus
One minute friends next asking you for ends
Vex me to an infinite degree lets see
Roll by in a Bentley see how many people act friendly
Invent the next experiment to test I flex perplex
Do you need the riches to get mmm that sucks
Say I live my life this way to my label execs
Floating clouds in jets watch me swift step
When you want air play I need money
Say fifty g a day for the next bangin hits that come
From my lips that get into the hips I just sip alize
Sike gimme the cris birds first rhymes second
Clutch a mic like a weapon wet physique
Well developed if ya blind ya can smell it if ya deaf
I can yell it if ya cant tell by now
Chorus
If my rhymes make dollars then my mind makes sense
Just holla
If ya detect the evidence
I fed words to the verbs 2 absurd flippin birds
In my benz third of my wealth I got stealth
Inclinations if you come correct persuasion
Got a little asian investment word to the wise
And the wisdom if ya eyes too big might get too jigga
By the time I got signed had a seat seven figures doesn't matter
Whos best whos bigger whos next the shakes come too late
Put it in the context us verses the universe
One simple chemical equation me + the beats = platinum reaction
Chorus
Don't Mean Nothin'
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:
1990s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Alley, Barrio, Chill, City, Dark, Drive By, Drugs, Early 2000s, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, Laid Back, Late 90s, Mean, Mid 90s, Ominous, Prison, Scary, Street, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
86
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Don't Mean Nothin'
DON'T MEAN NOTHIN'
Don't mean nothin', don't mean nothin'
(For the ones that didn't make it)
Don't mean nothin', don't mean nothin'
(For the ones that are fakin' it, it don't mean nothin' to me)
Don't mean nothin', don't mean nothin'
(Got you spotted, got you spotted)
Don't mean nothin', don't mean nothin'
That's right, you know, you know
Pop pop -- the shots get dropped like the rag top and the beats don't stop
Like Mr. King and the cops sellin' rocks on the block
It's the have and have-nots, I'll never be spotted
Got a camouflage physique and when I speak
You know your knees might buckle country huckleberry
Follow my lead to plant seeds, a new breed, no greed
Everybody get money in the land of honey
Milk go down smoother than silk, I'm well-built
Got 5 years in the tank to thank, I got bank and a certain amount of lovelies
A couple of them be ugly but they're the best, see
Kid I heard you tried to smoke me but I'm a local low g.,
Concentrate and focus, no hocus-pocus, the jokers get assassinated
Fascinated by the number of caskets at the end of the day
See the real steel shining lining clouds - I don't play
(I'm a veteran, see --- I got eyes in the back of my dome peace)
(I won't rest 'til I cease -- I'm about to show you how we do it)
You see the second verse about the smashing universe
I don't rehearse I spit bursts - used to snatch a couple of purses
Smoked out in the back route real smooth then moving no doubt
Laser in the middle of your dome scope I roam hope you're home
All alone cut the lines to the telephone bangin' like a metronome
Drop a dime make a rhyme, gettin' it right every time
Don't turn around - I'm right behind you
Play you and rewind you, fast-forward 'cos the truth is stranger than fiction
My diction's so precise I lead the blind to light I'm not askin' you to fight
I'm like a falcon in flight, 'cos this could be your last night so act right
Quit cryin', why you lyin? I'm detecting a fatal flaw in your inflection
You see the street's hot heat, no guessin', I'm a lethal weapon
If you have to ask the question you get blasted in all directions
(Yeah no more questions, see -- leave it up to the p-o-l-i-c-e)
(you never catch me g., never catch me -- too fast homey)
No doubt crack it open -- sip on the concrete yeah
Blood on my shoulders as I get a little older, pulla heist and rock ice
AS if my body was frozen, I'm chosen no supposin'
Got a load on my back, makes me rock like boulders, I smolder
I simmer 'cos I'm known to hold heat
Open the door, '64, low slow in my seat
If you got an extra beat I got multiple personalities, so smoked out
I got doubt about reality, no doubt
Yeah, no doubt, it don't mean nothin', see -- 'co I'm ruthless, g.)
From south cen to the L.B.C. uhh -- east side where we reside yeah)
Low little shorty like this little shorty like that - in the place to be see)
Yeah don't stop don't stop -- you see me comin' on your block,
You can't do nothin' about it see
Yeah roll up middle of the night, whatever you know
Don't mean nothin' -- been in the game for too long, kid
So don't play shorty don't play shorty don't play uhh
So it's goin' out to all my homies, you know what I mean yeah
Pour a sip on the concrete -- for the ones that didn't make it
For the ones that are fakin' it, it don't mean nothin' to me,
It don't mean nothin', yeah, come on
(C) 2001 Lyrics and Music by Bob Mair, Nick Vincent and Richard Trapp
Free
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:
1970s, Classic Soul R&B, Entertainment News, Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Bar, Barrio, City, Cop Show, Dance, Energetic, Fun, Funky, Ghetto, Night Club, Party, Positive, Radio, Upbeat, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
95
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Free
FREE
VERSE 1
Free like Mississippi free like shorty when she miss me
Free like bent over the wheel of a range rover
My mama said my main mission is to be relaxed
Liberate your mind on the railroad tracks
Remember when the music had a deep impact
Laid back instrumental incidental to stimulate
The mental ima swing back and forth on the street be free
Float down the river come on come on
CHORUS
Free funk beautiful people aint no equal fly like a falcon
In the sky we feel free freestylin
New York city wilin
Fell free (repeat) doin your best takin the test
VERSE 2
Can it be a liberation of the soul we need
I know those politrickin' don't give a finger lickin
Damn about the common man and woman tryin to make it happen
In this land wheres the voice of reason in the mob season
I think pleasin politicians gonna make us slaves
They keep getting money don't care how they behave
People of the planet just smile stay brave
CHORUS
VERSE 3
Outlandish I make a stand like im the man they all depended upon
Put my pen upon the parchment and star ship I travel galaxies
Killin fallacies about realities probably a principality
A sovereignty is what we need im on flame like your weave
A grown protozoas take over speed systems of a junkie
Too many punks be actin like monkeys
But theres a new star risin in the sky tonight
F is for the fact were in full effect
R is for the roots don't disrespect
E is for exactly what we be
E is for equality that's how we see
Im a student of underground history
We gotta fly free for a new galaxy
CHORUS
Baby You're My VIP
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:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, R&B
Keywords:
Flirtatious, Hip, Hot, Laid Back, MC, Playful, Relationship, Romantic, Sensual, Sexy, Smooth, Soulful, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
95
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Baby You're My VIP
BABY YOU'RE MY VIP
CHORUS
Tell me what you want from me
I can be your everything
I just want you close to me
Baby you're my VIP
You can call me day or night
Girl I wanna treat you right
I just want you close to me
Baby you're my VIP
Late summer afternoon boom
Zoomin in on an innocent face no trace of the streets
Never chased by police not creased by defeat
Beats hang in the air like heat lets meet in the corner
And discuss something maybe you got me locked down
Looking for something I used to mess around get player hated
Now I need a fresh girl that's sophisticated
Now I take you to the next level stay away from devils
I know how they hustle cause I used to hustle too
Coming up tough ain't nothing else to do
I'm tired of the schemin' yes I want to act true
Look into my eyes boo you know what to do
You and me alone without the rest of my crew
CHORUS
I used to hop fences now I drop my defenses
It senseless way these jokers try to run game
I'll take you away we'll never be the same
I try to talk soft get you next to me
When I feel you close it's like ecstasy
It vexes me can't fight destiny
You always been my little VIP
You see you make want to take it to the next degree
Jet down to Jamaica feel finally free
Smoke a little something talk philosophy
When I look into your face girl I start to dream
About how we can make it
I never ever fake it got no time to mistake it
You my little VIP girl let's see where we can take it
This is destiny
CHORUS
I never thought I'd make it to the top like this
I put you at the top of my list and pop cris
Now everybody put your hands up make a fist
Dedicated to my lady waitin for me
Patient for me when I'm on the road
Making that cheese waitin for seeds
To carry on my legacy to the nth degree
I'm a real man mic stand true MC
CHORUS
Down With Me
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:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Flirtatious, Hip, Hot, Laid Back, MC, Playful, Relationship, Romantic, Sensual, Sexy, Smooth, Soulful, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
88
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Down With Me
DOWN WITH ME
Come on make a move
I know you want it too
I wanna feel you down with me
Short stuff I like ya rockin it rough
It was a calm summer night so clean the rain came
You blow my mind with that divine smooth silhouette
Bet we could jet to Puerto rico
Freak those toes and not forget so I may come mention
On that evening want to smooth you with the feeling
Heaving somewhat revealing now are you feeling
Emotion damn I can conceive you and me weaving in the ocean
I can feel the friction love come between us
Is electricity after this night when I be missing you
You be missing me kissing each and every inch and touch
Available skin please commence to rolling those hips
Must be stolen from an Aphrodite Egyptian
In that position my new religion is just to keep you
Locked and clocked inside my vision
Come on make a move
I know you want it too
I wanna feel you down with me
You freakin it the right way freakin it the left
Breath to breath this effect doesn't need a complication
Yeah yeah what smoke provoke inter-dimensional
Sensual space travel unravellin meridian diamond in the island
I find your mind and its shinin' but after days of stress
And tribulation in this mess we need relation just to get high
Look inside my gaze you say the word and I stays and we lays out
Path with the math this equation makes sense
Just listen this is Switzerland what counts amounts
Of chips stacked so if you come around I know
You down with me and if ya down with me
Then I can see that we agree
Chorus
I'll Be On It
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
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Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Calamari Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B
Keywords:
Flirtatious, Hip, Hot, Laid Back, MC, Playful, Relationship, Romantic, Sensual, Sexy, Smooth, Soulful, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
112
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
I'll Be On It
I'LL BE ON IT
CHORUS
I'll do anything for you
Anything that you want me to
Just say the word and baby ill be on it
I'm the one's gonna treat you right
You can call me day or night
Just say the word and baby I'll be on it
Check ckeck respect how ya sweat
How ya fit them long legs in a black corvette
I seen ya kind of lampin' in the club like a champion
Fresh breeze oh please come squeeze only thing I need
Is your energy tight got game and philosophy
Distracted acted like you don't know me
Don't play games girl I'm on them things
Wanna try to test here's that diamond ring
Blackberry so you always know where to get me
Ya flip me head to toe you whip me
Anything you want girl you know
I won't front girl you know
I got game girl I ain't ashamed girl
But all that quits when you flip my name girl
CHORUS
Smell of ya skin drive a man insane
I wanna hold ya close when it starts to rain
Ya know I got ya back when you start to feel pain
Player like me man its kinda strange
You got me wrapped up I'll do anything
Rock it so nice then ya start to scream
Layin' in bed starin' up at the screen
I told you it was love girl you know what I mean
Lookin' like the cover of a magazine
Tell me what ya need break ya off that green
I got so many things you ain't never seen
Tell me what ya want girl you know
I won't front girl you know
Tell me what ya need I'll put ya mind at ease
Ya know my steez got paper like you wouldn't believe
Check these
CHORUS
Ya need it ya want it say the word and I'm on it
Got my number ding a ling
Girl I'll get you anything
CHORUS
Show You How
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:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, R&B
Keywords:
Club, Flirtatious, Fun, Party, Playful, Radio, Relationship, Romantic, Sexy, Street, Strip Club, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
95
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Show You How
SHOW YOU HOW
CHORUS
Im gonna show you
Im gonna show you how
We gonna rock all night
And keep it tight till the break of dawn
VERSE 1
Hot sweat ridin in my corvette
Im a veteran I need medicine start listening
Skin glistening from midnight to high noon
We could rent a room get it done like boom
I need some soon you got those fumes
Your profile looms in my head like what?
Im not nervous lampin on purpose
Gully like no other be how can I be of service
Come a little closer boy I wanna taste of it
Move a little closer boy im gonna make you sweat
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Rockin the mic and keeping it tight my tongue do little tricks
Have to pay attention when you lickin them lips
Like the way you walk away the way you move them hips
Move a little closer give this henny a sip
Flamed in the brain lets jet lets dip
Got a chocolate philly waitin out in the whip
Freak then slow then fluctuate
Had those moves on my mind since the very first date
CHORUS
VERSE 3
Im a man on a mission on a mission a man
Ill show you don't speak with my hand understand
Bang bang like an 808 in every state
Make minds vibrate don't wait
Lets make the club the room do shake with the weight
Im heavy like a pusher used to slang a little bit
I wanna be legit serve you up with criss
The way you speak sexy at the top of my list
Put a hundred grand worth of ice on your wrist
Never thought it'd be so hot like this
Sweatin in positions that be dangerous
Rock all night so tight like bliss
CHORUS
My Lady
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, R&B
Keywords:
Club, Flirtatious, Fun, Party, Playful, Radio, Relationship, Romantic, Sexy, Street, Strip Club, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
100
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
My Lady
MY LADY
CHORUS
I wanna show you that you are my lady
I wanna show you everything you are to me
I wanna hold you cause you are my lady
I wanna show you everything you are to me
VERSE1
Baby girl tight curls in my world like
Bright light shinin deep into my night might
Keep you in my sight days I participate
In your life like a true man should boo
Wanna demonstrate populate activate
When they see us all these thugs wanna player hate
I remember when we first met first date
I was late kinda wild when I thought of you
Long tall its not just freefall lamped in the
Whip talked and thoughts came across
You was soft I was off in my mind like
Good lord whats this gift sittin next to me
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Day one get it done havin fun
Deep inside my middle say she's the one
Gotta keep my game tight I know we last all night
We don't fight just communicate everyday
By the way im on my way to the top babe
We could ride in a dropped '63 babe
In a California breeze love the way you smoke trees
Sexy funky like Jamaican or Haitian girl
Im makin these papers my girl gets the best
I try to confess sometimes my word gets a mess
See you in that black tight midnight dress
One in a million brazilian chameleon
CHORUS
VERSE 3
Step back soul clap its for real that
Way you look at me I leave its not easy
Fasheezy its breezy my heart does flips
Way you walk down the beach and with ease move them hips
Loose lips sink ships we keep it so low
Down deep everybody want to know oh
Wher'd they go dipped out again at midnight
Back to the crib you know you make me feel right
I got some things some diamond rings
You caught some blings and then made me sing
This is the real thing girl I don't care
You and me are lovely in the atmosphere
CHORUS
Shake Ya Thang
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, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Bouncy, Club, Energetic, Flirtatious, Fun, Good Time, Hot, Party, Playful, Retro, Sexy, Teen, Upbeat, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
123
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Shake Ya Thang
SHAKE YA THING
CHORUS
Shake ya thing move to the music
Shake it down like they used to say
We gonna bang to the beat prove it
Just shake ya thang
VERSE 1
Remember when I told you about the wiggle in the middle
Don't giggle little tender vittles grown up now oh wow
That's my eyebrow raised up spill my cup bad luck
Shake it off walk through the club not hard not soft
Gators on my feet so I slide when I walk
Everythings brand new so I look tip top
Everybody bangin to the beat non stop
Let me tell you little something that I think you ought to know
Honeysuckle love and it starts to grow
What ya need them things hip hop bling bling
Just point with your finger give you diamond rings
Sike take it back gotta earn them things
Late night spot light hold on tight that's right
Don't fight shake all night gotta keep our heads on tight
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Now listen up tilt ya cup back aint no time for that
Black white and Mexican on the dance floor we can all be friends
Chinese South American everybody know how to shake that thing
Move it squeeze it please it tease it Japanese it dirty knees it
Breeze is blowing smells like trees move it flip it bounce it dip it
Slip it shake that thing real slow molasses speed it up heat it up
Dance floor classics we get spastic break break we could never fake fake
Get on the dance floor now it aint too late shake shake that thing
CHORUS
VERSE 3
Wheels on the bus go round and round
Everybody movin to the brand new sound
Move tha thing shake with the rhythm now back it up
Im a slap it up im a natural pimp with a little bitty limp
I aint no shrimp im a real big baller shot caller 64 impala
Everybody holler move that big round thing and make it shake
Earthquake never late pity more people cant shake like that
Move like that its smooth like that little kitty cat let me show you something
Pop some cris and the keep it goin back to the hotel
What we do well never tell keep it crunk
CHORUS
Get Your Party On
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:
Electronica, Entertainment News, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Barrio, Booty, Bump And Grind, City, Clown Dancing, Club, Compton, Crunk, Dance, Deep South, Downtown, Drugs, East LA, Energetic, Energy, Ghetto, Kinky, Krump, Krump Dancing, Krumping, Miami, NYC, Nasty, Neo Electro, New York, Night Club, Party, Pole Dancing, Radio, Sexual, Sexy, South Central, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Tough
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
120
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Get Your Party On
GET YOUR PARTY ON
Chorus
Get ya party on
Check ya head at the door/get ya party on
Its a party
Verse 1
To the beat to rhythm i flow
Little henny get me hot nitro
Wanna bounce with an ounce and roll
To the club to the spot keep it hot right
Gimme drink lemme pop in the spotlight
So fresh not a mess cuz i keep it tight
Let me get ya girl i made it into dynamite
Ride or die so fly you make my
Head shake vibrate in the gold state
I swerve on the curb i celebrate
Get hyped dont trip & we hyfee
Want a trick want a freak not a wifee
Get it up give it up tilt ya cup back
Turn around bend down and im gonna Smack
Gonna rock all night cuz im like that
Not done even when the sun light that
Chorus
Bridge
Gettin twisted on the floor
Get it up goin down
Verse 2
I just wanna let it go
Raise them hands touch ya toes
Dj makin mix and flows
Gimme one shot gimme two of those
We party on til the break of dawn
We rollin get our fade on and on
I wanna jet international set
In the pool like a fool gettin wet
You aint seen nothin yet
I'm a pro bro im a party vet
Take it off when you start to sweat
Meet you at the next spot right? bet
Lotta ho's little clothes on the set
I said it dont forget it
She Know How
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:
Entertainment News, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B, Rap, Sports
Keywords:
Aggressive, Barrio, Booty, Bump And Grind, City, Clown Dancing, Club, Compton, Crunk, Cuban, Dance, Deep South, Downtown, Drugs, East LA, Energetic, Energy, Ghetto, Kinky, Krump, Krump Dancing, Krumping, Miami, NYC, Nasty, Neo Electro, New York, Night Club, Party, Pole Dancing, Sexual, Sexy, South Central, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Tough
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
125
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
She Know How
SHE KNOW HOW
Wanna see you dipped out – Like my whip with cream
Candy cane maybe blue or green
I like them bobby socks that way
You walk that way you roll
Can I put it real blunt – you stuntin'
Makin' me be like she somethin'
Can't be frontin', my assumption
Is that she take care of the business
Hair with a fist pick, can I get a biscuit
Cuz I'm a dog
But babe you know I work them jeans
I'm fast don't ask my past ain't clean
Baby girl can you get in the whip
Then we dip to the crib
Lemme flip that vid on some grown man ish
Cuz I ain't no kid
My fronts is shinin'
Baby I'm on sky high – so fine
CHORUS:
She know how to move it on the floor
She know how to make me holler more
Girl got the goods – it's understood
She know how – she know how
Now pop that off, toss that thing now
Make it rain them hurricanes
We 'bout to floss
Take a little bit off
Take the chain, I got five of them things
I got G.T.'s – we can roll real deep
Now raise them like you wanna freak
Put it in the party mode – girl don't speak
Just check the beat the way it hit the street
We rip the spot baby make it hot
When I reach the top I'm makin' panties drop
With my lollipop, no chance to stop
From here to Compton get up in that body
Girl make it move
She know how to bust it
Make it real smooth
CHORUS
She move it to the left – she move it to the right
She'll break you up – she'll break you down down down down down down
CHORUS
Upside Down
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:
1970s, Entertainment News, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Bouncy, Club, Cop Show, Energetic, Flirtatious, Fun, Funky, Good Time, Hot, Party, Playful, Relationship, Retro, Sexy, Teen, Upbeat, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
102
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Upside Down
UPSIDE DOWN
CHORUS
Everything goin upside down yeah
Everything goin upside down you know its gonn be all right
A new game
VERSE 1
Why ya wanna turn my whole world around
I was tryin I was dyin' wanna hear that sound
This is another day feel a ray of sunshine
Divine I wanna tell you everything on my mind
I got flipped started to trip started to slip
But that was way back in the day new tricks up my sleeve
Like you wouldn't believe I cant breathe baby down on my knees
On the streets
(givin it up party down) baby girl im all turned around
now im gonna play a whole new game
hey hey
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Beggin please baby please put my mind at ease
You know im done messin around with them young ladies
Need relief new peace new breeze in the trees
Jump jump bump bump party people want want
A new day new phrase new blaze hot
Dancefloor spot where I wanna work it out
Keep it crunk keep it gully with my little bitty filly
Keep a little silly now im on top of the world
(livin it up party down) yeah girl were gonna party down
CHORUS
VERSE 3
Look girl understand with the mic in my hand
Im a sky up light up the whole big city
Need a committee with fifty to let 'em know
I'm gritty I don't pity other people we are
Upside down in this round round world
I was lost now found got a pearl of a girl
Party people if ya feelin me now everybody scream
CHORUS
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