Keep The Joint Rockin'
Artist: St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Gonna Fly Tonight
Artist(s): Derek Butler (feat. 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:
Club, Dance, Electro, Entertainment News, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop
Keywords:
Anthemic, Attitude, Bar, Beverly Hills, Booty, Celebratory, City, Club, College, Commercial, Confidence, Confident, Downtown, Ecstasy, Ecstatic, Energetic, Energy, Exercise, Exuberant, Fashion, Flirtatious, Frat, Fun, High School, Hollywood, Inspiration, LA, Los Angeles, Mature, Miami, Model, Modeling, NYC, Nasty, New York, Night Club, Nightlife, Party, Pole Dancing, Powerful, Privileged, Promo, Radio, Rich, Runway, Sexting, Sexual, Sexy, Shopping, Street, Strip Club, Style, Success, Teen, Texting, Top 40, Upbeat, Uplifting, Wealthy, Win, Winning, Work Out, Young
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Percussion, Synthesizer
BPM:
125
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Gonna Fly Tonight
GONNA FLY TONIGHT
Chorus
We gonna fly tonight
Gonna take it high tonight
You know we feel allright
Nothings gonna bring us down
Verse 1
So hot so fresh so free
Finally be who we be
Sky up high to the galaxy
I see you you see me
Bounce baby bounce baby
Like to the ounce baby
Big up the spot to the maximum
Pump up the bass
In ya face & the drums
People on the planet
wanna come and get some
African to the Mexican
From who we am out to japan
I know ya understand
That we gotta demand
All the pieces of the puzzle
Fit into a big plan
Gonna fly up high
And we never land
Chorus
Verse 2
We rock this pretty party
She got a pretty body
This place be packed with the hotties
Make me wanna go and do something naughty
We shake never shook we cool
Sippin on yak in the back of the pool
Feelin kinda nice actin like a fool
We act brand new but we roll old school
I need hot beats off the streets
Time to make ya dance
Time to move ya feet
Passion smashin movin mixin
Freezing flippin freakin fixin
I cant stop cuz im on a mission
Stayin on top baby what im wishin
Up in the sky lets keep it high
Chorus
Bridge
This could be the start of something good
(repeat)
we stop we drop we roll
we wanna get outta control
we stop we drop we roll
we takin it outta control
we lifted we sky up
we get so get so high up
flip to the top of the galaxy
to the top of the galaxy
chorus
Keep The Joint Rockin'
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, Rap
Keywords:
Bouncy, Club, Energetic, Flirtatious, Fun, Good Time, Hot, Party, Playfu, Playful, Promo, Retro, Sexy, Sports, Teen, Upbeat, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Synthesizer
BPM:
104
Key:
C♯m
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Keep The Joint Rockin'
KEEP THE JOINT ROCKIN'
CHORUS
Here it come y'all can you feel it? (repeat)
Were gonna keep the joint rockin (repeat)
Every night
Were gonna keep the joint rockin
Never gonna stop it
VERSE 1
With that high gloss sheen on everything that you seen
Put you on a million dollar yacht out at the sea
Partly its position partly its my mission
Pardon me miss id just like a little kiss
Pardon my past I aint really low class I just like your sass
And your savoir faire no that's not fair
Wanna see you down there on the dance floor
I wish I could see more let me take a detour
To my big ole fancy crib wanna see the way I live
Making hits for these kids making clubs real hot
With real sure shot know im pure hip hop
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Its time its time out your game on the line
If you feel like you look then you gonna feel fine
I was twisted hands on the business
Maybe you could tell me if you ever felt it like this
Heart was pumpin' jeep it jumpin' that's my function
Aint that something I been around the world
I aint playin girl if you like the way I say it
You could just display it get in the ride with me
We could go 150 im fast put my foot on the gas
Always last till we reach the peak homegirl
Im a freak I don't speak I scream
Throw you in the limousine
CHORUS
Breakdown
Throw your hands up top
This is just hip hop
You know we don't stop
Cause we cant ever stop
We came to party where do all the hotties be?
(repeat)
Good Times
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, Rap
Keywords:
Bar, Barrio, Celebration, Celebratory, City, Commercial, Dance, Energetic, Fun, Ghetto, Hopeful, Joyful, Joyous, Night Club, Party, Positive, Promo, Radio, Swagga, Swagger, Upbeat, Uplifting
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Horns, Piano, Scratches, Strings
BPM:
95
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Good Times
GOOD TIMES
CHORUS
These are the good times
Forever in the hood times
We gonna make it we can make it
These are the ggod times
Love is the best crime
We gonna make it
Verse 1
5 bucks get a forty and a dutch
not thinking about much see my shorty get a touch
sweet as can be and a big you know what
keep my head up I never stop swingin
never stop hopin always keep copin
keep my body movin and my mind in motion
slick in production big truck system
mama always said son stick with the wisdom
I came to get them stick them fit them
I aint a victim and you never see me slippin
Never see me dippin even in middle of friction
Got them all wishin they was in my position
Smooth with the diction pay to listen
I get paid every single day
Gotta be good in the hood baby
Keep it comin baby one more time
We gotta hit them now with one more rhyme
CHORUS
VERSE 2
I gotta say make me feel that way
Like sippin champagne on the fifth of may
Like a pocket full of benjamins I maintain
Make it fall like rain act mad insane
Runnin through the streets yellin my own name
Love the way you move love the way you do
Anything can happen when you walk like that
King im relaxed to the infinite
Rock mic's that's my instrument
With two turntables make this thing get bent
Wicked with the flow act you don't know
Rockin it real fats then I make it slow
Flip the hood we can all get down
All come together white black or brown
In the hood whats good it's the natural sound
Check me out when ya on the block
CHORUS
Hot In The Club
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, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Booty, Bump n Grind, Chaos, City, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Crunk, Dance, Dark, Dirty, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, East LA, Energetic, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Mean, Mug Shot, NYC, Nasty, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Party, Prison, Radio, Scary, Sexy, South Central, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Upbeat, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
101
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Hot In The Club
HOT IN THE CLUB
CHORUS
Hot in the club yeah
Up in the club little drugs little love
Make it shine from above drink a little henny
Move that fanny outstanding
Im inside while you still in line
VERSE 1
Im holding hands with this divine thing
I think she make my mind sing
Yo we in a see through bathroom
Quick lock the door
Never seen a body like that before
Make me want to run home write metaphors
See we been doin it in the club since 94
This is a hip hop stick up sick put ya hands up
Wave em in the air like ya just got out of lock up
We walk up with 50 bouncers look shifty
Get ya hands out ya pocket quick kid
I saw ya hide those little diamonds
When you see my eyes shinin
Straight from Long Island better not look at the god
Now smiling okay okay
CHORUS
Hot in the club a little drugs little love
Make it shine from above
Drink a little henny move that fanny outstanding
Im inside while you still in line
VERSE 2
Ok ok I didn't bring no AK
Time to pop a hundred dollar sparkles
Yo pour in the chambord
I drove the LamborGhini here
But I think im leavin with that little teeny here
She whisperin good things in my ear
Oh my god say it out loud it sounds scandalous
Throw me off balance like bad drugs
We aint mad thugs we just come here to party
I like to sip cognac I don't drink Bacardi
Speakin of which lets switch seats I got to roll up a philly
Let the club feel the heat spread ya legs out
Move that ass move ya feet
CHORUS
Da Joint
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, Pop, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Barrio, City, Dance, Drive By, Drugs, Energetic, Gang, Gangsta, Getting High, Ghetto, Night Club, Party, Radio, Sexy, Street, Weed
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
92
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Da Joint
DA JOINT
Roll it up - twist it up - light it up -in the spot - spark it spark it
CHORUS:
Just roll stuff up, don't miss the point
Roll up in the spot and smoke da joint
Just roll that stuff up, don't miss the point
Roll up in the spot and smoke da joint
Ain't nothin' wrong with stayin' blazed, purple haze
At beginning or the middle or the end of the day
I could straight smoke 'til I don't know my name
Met this girl in Amsterdam, said her name was Elaine, at the cafe'
Sun rays on my brain - I knew I could say somethin' to straight bump and maintain -- i said "Let's roll up and then ride the train"
We laughed and did the math and said, naw man it's rainin'
Took me up the stairs, jumped out the underwear
Smoked the se nsemilla, said I had to compare, two taste-tests
No rest, she's impressed, I been the champion number 1
And ever since I discovered that the weed'll get it done
Natural aphrodisiac and spectacular
Love on the woman as you flip the vernacular
CHORUS
Late at night like and the stars stare back atcha
Jesus was a dread and he smoked down in Afrikka
Tell it to a Senate that hemps our progenitor
What you think the Constitution's written on?
What ya think Washington was growin', what I'm hittin' on
What you think every old ship used to sail with
Don't be ignorant, just be careful who you're sharin' with
I'd rather smoke and drive slow than hit a fifth and be loco
No joke, some of that stuff'll have you in a choke hold
Hold up -- while I was thinkin' about this my man rolled up
Smellin' like Christmas -- I had to take a break an' shake a leg
And get nice, relax on the mic, feel so precise
Put ice in the bong an' get cool cool hits
Something wrong with your health then smoke will benefit come on
CHORUS
DA JOINT -- pg. 2
Many people in a tenement smoke a dime piece, they need to find peace
You live in the streets, I had to get relief 'cos I know nothin' better
People get together every color any weather
Peace proposition slide with no friction
Start the ignition with the peace pipe offering over any topic
We could get on top of it, high light trees hippies in the sixties
(Get high) Yeah, just roll it up
(Get high) twist it up
(Get high) stay blazed
(Stay high Come on jump
CHORUS
Roll that stuff up don't miss the point
Roll up in the spot then smoke da joint (come on)
Roll that stuff up don't miss the point (woo)
Roll up in the spot then smoke da joint
Roll it up Twist it up
Light it up - stay blazed
Roll it up Twist it up
Light it up - stay blazed
Roll it up Twist it up
Light it up - stay blazed.
(C) 2003 Lyrics and Music by Bob Mair, Nick Vincent and Richard Trapp
Bump Bump Bump
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, Rap
Keywords:
Angels, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Bullet, Chill, City, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dance, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, Dying, East LA, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Killers, Laid Back, Mean, Mug Shot, Murder, NYC, Nasty, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Prison, Radio, Scary, Sexy, Shooting, South Central, Street, Streets, Struggle, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
92
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Bump Bump Bump
BUMP BUMP BUMP
CHORUS
Come on come on gimme a bump bump bump
Everybody in the club with the bump bump bump
We gonna get high yeah we gonna get it done
Come on come on and just bump bump bump
VERSE 1
You need a grown man like me white tee icey
Just to get the ladies play like a wifie
Only for one night see nike's pricey
I like them moves spicy don't act sheisty
Have you dropped spinnin in the middle of the room
Like whoops wow whered he go hear me on the radio
Top of this hip hop flip and we don't stop
See yall players playing like you got game
Maybe I look the same when I try to come up
But now you see my whole crew runnin big black trucks
Range rovers pimp like the hove would
Now you understand my hustling ways
I made good so keep it up pimp keep shakin little shorty
Keep it old school on the stoop drinkin 40's
Always keep my eyes peeled back drop authorities
Keep numbers flipped swiss bank its priority
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Walk with a little limp just talk a little bit
When beats bouncing in the club its legitimate
How you gonna look so smooth those moves so rude
Lets prove we could do this all night
One hand on my drink others feelin allright
Its so locked down its like critical
Get you back to the pad get physical
Smoke greens you aint seen aint typical
Keep it bumpin in the club like a ritual
Swing it back swing it close get them visuals
How you gonna sneak up freak up tilt cup back
Till you finish that glass of champagne high class thing
No need to be ashamed
You got what god gave ya make that brain insane
But anyway seen yesterday on the runway
Don't believe what they say no gun play
CHORUS
I aint come up in the club lookin for the right love
Gonna keep it tight body fittin like a glove
Sittin in VIP lookin from above
When you see me in the cut bump bump bump bump bump
CHORUS
Let's Ride
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:
Rock
Subcategories:
2000s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Rock
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Chaos, City, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dance, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, East LA, Energetic, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Gypsy, Jail, Killer, Mean, Mid East, Middle Eastern Influence, Mug Shot, Murder, NYC, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Party, Prison, Radio, Scary, Shooting, South Central, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Upbeat, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
140
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Let's Ride
LET'S RIDE
CHORUS
LET"S RIDE
Gotta hit the street – we packin' heat – we movin'
LET'S RIDE
Got the AK cocked, it's ready to pop – let's do it
LET'S ROLL
We comin' for ya – gunnin' for ya
So LET'S RIDE – Let's RIDE
VERSE 1
Gotta creep down the street when I hold the heat
Pop pop them drop them off of they feet
Ghetto chicks love it when I drop the beat
Tell em dirts done better hide the gun
Out on the stoop like what what
Officer ima have to duck
Straight out of luck better pass the buck
Aint nobody doin no gangsta ish
Im an educated thug I aint dangerous
Soon as popo done leave the spot
Better bet in a minute im cocked and locked
Hop in the whip 300 dropped
But it aint in my name if I get cold caught
Caught a bid once so I cant get dropped
It's a gangsta thing hit low when I swing
Got about 5 chicks waitin for that ring
Spend funny money like it aint no thing
Hook that cook that thing up
Better get blinged up
If you wanna ride with me
Gotta take control
Like an animal im on parole I don't pay the toll
Rolex on froze cuz I love them hoes
Made em arch they back as they touch they toes
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Got that dough betta bet we froze
Sippin on Veuve Cliquot you know
Cant mess with this in a 9 by 6
Shut them lips and it better be quick
2 holes in the chest start to switch
rap about it when I put it on the mix
make a hit stack bricks I am legit
I will click click then pow!
Chicks on the tip take one then flip
Out the back door when im done with it
Go to the show when they climb them poles
Better believe you wont get no dough
On the dance floor man out of control
On the blow when they pop the roll
Ak cocked so don't talk no mo
Smoke then roll nice and slow
Creepin up with he black tint windows
Better duck when you see me on the go
Yes yes get that get that fresh fresh
Hit that hit that hold the smoke
No beginner no choke
Roll up the dutch that's what I wrote
Ima pop the clutch I don't shoot no dope
Put a lazer scope on top of the do'
CHORUS
Verse 3
Blast ya gat ya off ya feet
I never rush im all low on the street
Keep it cool like luke cuz im ready to shoot
Lay down on the ground look what I found
Yeyo in the trunk man about a pound
I could flip that yo thats how I get down
Gotta get that dough then I pass it out
Gotta maintain without a doubt
Puff that puff that pass pass
Ruff that ruff that gas gas
Chalk it up then I cook it up
Rock it up up then I hook it up
Gotta get dirty bills man that's wussup
Pour a sip on the ground for the soldiers told ya
Puff that puff that pass pass
Ruff that ruff that gas gas
Don't Trip
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, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Barrio, City, Club, Dark, Drive By, Drugs, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, Mean, Ominous, Prison, Scary, Street, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar
BPM:
100
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Don't Trip
DON'T TRIP
CHORUS
I don't rep I don't step I don't flip I don't dip
I just make papes like they used to make mix tapes
Stay in check give respect hip hop intellect
I just stack chips lay in the cut don't trip
VERSE 1
This metropolis often is stopping us
Prophets predicted this postulate position
You must call me discipline
Listen I have risen on a mission and im through with them
I know youll have to pay someday
Ill be there to collect cash check or intellect
Cause someday youll be free
Someday youll see what it means to mess with true
Blood mc's we participating makin light of levity
Stop roll get out your hole millions of people
Lack complete control your bodys on hold while ya mind grows old
Fast livin tale a toll they was sellin I was sold
I wanted to break the mold
You know how fiends get bold
Stop shot steal your soul
In the dark feelin cold
With no one to hold
Walkin along long roads carryin a heavy load
CHORUS
VERSE 2
I don't slip and I like to sip slow no mo
Get loose Grey goose put you on the dance floor
What you want to leave for? You and me could be more
You look good in Dior walkin through my front door
Remedy sight sore hot so you heat my core
You don't know whats in store gonna make this one score
And then ill get away fly to tropics on the topic
Get that passport and lock it I got the lear jet on the low
In the valley meet there at midnight
Make sure the cash is right lookin at my clock it says 12:01
I think that shes the one but this players on the run
Had to hit the water to get rid of the gun
I can see us on the beach sippin drinks havin fun
Spot a pair of headlights runnin from the spotlight
Why ya bring the heat on baby?
CHORUS
YOU COULD BE MY LADY
YOU HAVE TO BE CRAZY
YOU MIGHT JUST SAVE ME
All Up In That
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, Back Alley, Booty, Bump And Grind, Chaos, City, Clown Dancing, Crunk, Dance, Dark, Deep South, Downtown, Energetic, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Kinky, Krump, Krump Dancing, Krumping, Mean, NYC, Nasty, Neo Electro, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Party, Sexual, Sexy, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Tough, Twerk, Upbeat
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
129
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
All Up In That
All Up In That
I'm all up in that
All up in that
Give it to me girl
She make me wanna flow
She make me wanna go
Verse 1
Sneak into the spot late night like I rock
Stick stuck stock tickin
Let me get that finger lickin pop
Nerdy girls actin like they're ho's
I get up in that body like nitro
Feel that bass and lick your toes
Twist beats & drinkin booze
Make you lose your socks & shoes
All up in the house of blues
So many 10's I get to choose
All up in em like kangaroos
I hit it and I quit it and I never lose
Up in sugar walls in ya bed
Give it to me yall white black or red
Chorus
Verse 2
Frequently fliptastic
Move that body like its plastic
Black toast another classic
When we rock these beats its spastic
Triangulate the way these haters skate up on my stick
Pop and lock and freeze got that lollipop to lick
Chorus
Verse 3
I'm not sayin get on your knees
But like a spliff you got me lit
I'm bout to dip you lick you like special sauce
Brush them teeth and make you floss
Smack that uhh
Chorus
Something Different
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, Rap
Keywords:
2000s Feel, Bar, Bouncy, Celebration, Celebratory, Commercial, Dance, Dance Party, Different, Energetic, Fun, Funky, Happy, Hopeful, Joyful, Joyous, Party, Partying, Positive, Positive Attitude, Positive Feel, Promo, Uplifting
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Piano, Electric Piano, Guitar, Scratches, Synthesizer
BPM:
140
Key:
A♯m/B♭m
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Something Different
SOMETHING DIFFERENT
CHORUS
We doin something different
Getting into something different
We doin something different
And you wont know what hit ya
We getting crazy
Get a lil crazy now
VERSE 1
Jump up jump up get stupid
Sit down turn around get loopy
I drink don't smoke don't jump rope
Gotta get it gotta flip it gotta be dope
What you see what ya get
Don't mean nothing if you don't sweat
Eenie meenie minie mo I might jet
Didn't mean to touch ya girl I just flipped
Gotta be fast im on my toes dipped
Cant see be with the freaks
Whether at the club or at the beach
Better give me love and it better be free
Don't need no stress don't need no mess
Don't need no funkin at my address
My mind is just so dangerous
Jump with the rhythm rock with the rhyme
North south east west
Lets do this thing if you got the time
Shake that take that mama cannot break that
Shoulda been a fantasy ya cant fake that
CHORUS
V.2
Do ya need some beats
Do ya need a fiend
Do ya need to feed need to be free
Gotta get real dumb go platinum
Gotta make them duck we flatten them
Ya cant fight this love we just actin up
Gotta a little bit of juice pour in the cup
Get a little bit loose gonna smack it up
Is there some place that maybe baby you wanna go
Turn the lights real low
And baby take it slow
Take you out take you to a show
Scream and shout hip hop wont go
Make it last deep in your soul
Can you let your body go
We gotta be mind in control
Top to the bottom then you touch your toes
Up down left right
We can rock it all night
BRIDGE
Move to the left move to the right
Clap your hands lets keep it tight
Doin it doin it
Movin it movin it
Now everybody just get crazy
Now everybody act amazing
Everybody up everybody down
Everybody whooooo
CHORUS
Keep It Comin'
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):
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Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Entertainment News Rock, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Bouncy, Club, Energetic, Flirtatious, Fun, Good Time, Hot, Party, Playful, Promo, Retro, Sexy, Sports, Teen, Upbeat, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
Year Recorded:
2002
BPM:
130
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Keep It Comin'
KEEP IT COMIN
CHORUS
Keep it comin all night
Keep it comin all right
Keep it comin fo sho
Keep it comin you know
Keep it comin to the top
Keep it comin don't you stop
VERSE 1
Keep it comin like an animal drop down clap
We be chillin at the club till we fade to black
Then its back to the crib you know how we do that
Now and laters faders chillin wearing gators
Good old boys with them automatic toys
Don't care if you move left or right tight tight
Pullin on the spandex got me feelin man jets
Erupt explode lawd lawd walkin down these country roads with
My headphones on wearin louis vitton
Some slang just to get that money right if you slang then you bang
If you wanna hold on then sing this song
Nothing to it but to do it
Then smoke that stuff lean back take a puff
Man don't act tough
Keep I comin like a player
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Nnow in the back of my mind now im feelin divine
Like when you in the cut with a bottle of wine
Thunderbird Mad Dog 50/50 look at them gangstas
Start to look shifty we all about love till they push and shove
Showin off lookin stupid cupid shoot them
Aint no one want that mess down here gimme that nooky
And a bottle of beer stay focused hocus pocus
Why ya clothes is still hangin off ya frame
You look better buck naked aint wanna complain
Take ya out to the car in the pourin rain
Smoke a little Spliff shut off the brain
Take it slow you know how to maintain
Keep it comin aint no way that we could stop this train
If you too clucked up im the one to blame
CHORUS
VERSE 2
We can rock it all night long
Shake your ass and sing that song
A party aint a party girl unless I see that thong
Shakin' that rump now don't feel strange
Break it down like this I drink a fifth drive slow
In the Cadillac Brougham im lik the that stone keep it rollin
Girl you aint right you wrong
Keep it comin all night long
Shake that ass and sing this song
Welcome To Paradise
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):
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Calypso, Dancehall, Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Tropical Hip Hop
Keywords:
Attraction, Beach, Caribbean, Danceable, Desire, Flirtatious, Fun, Island, Island Vibes, Male-Female Dynamics, Miami, Party, Playful, Relationship, Romantic, Sexual Overtones, Sexy, South Beach, Spring Break, Street, Suggestive, Summer, Upbeat, Vacation, Zumba
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Piano, Synthesizer
BPM:
106
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Welcome To Paradise
WELCOME TO PARADISE
CHORUS
Welcome to paradise anything you want can happen
Lose yourself in paradise
Living beyond the edge of fantasy
Positive position feel the friction
Its addiction what they cookin in the kitchen
Feel them hot hot hot
Bend the around and twist the sound
But im not the type of man to go down
Party people comin to feel the sound sound
Can you the feel the temperature it rise rise
I can see by the way you lookin In your eyes
Put on a disguise its my little fantasy
You and me together girl in ecstacy
Whats a matter with a little bit of shake shake
Why ya move it mama it's a big and round ting
Some a dem men a disrespect and take
But it not that kind a party we no fake fake
CHORUS
I wanna tell you about this dream with me
You and me together girl in ecstacy
But I want it to be nice champagne on ice
Everything you can think of every single device
Come on party people wanna know when dem feelin this
Lately baby feel so crazy move like lazy rivers maybe
We could take it all the way see
I got a plan I wanna put them down
We never gonna leave upon this side of town
Always pon a smile never frown
White skin black skin brown brown
CHORUS
Keep it jumpin rebel sound rebel man no rebel town
Always up we never down once was lost now im found
Particle peaks and make speak and burn like trees
Begging you to stay my woman down on my knees
All dem other girls be askin me like please
When ya walk in the room everybody like 'freeze'
We bout to make this party rise up by degrees
Raise the bass raise the treble move with the breeze
We the type of people keep it comin all night
Do anything to rock ya girl and make ya feel right
I lose myself a everytime ya come in my sight
We keep it goin beautiful now turn off the light
Makin me so crazy girl now keep that tight
In a paradise girl we never ever fight
Step into my world woman treat ya right
Push up push up keep it goin all night
CHORUS
Loco En El Barrio
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Category:
Latin
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Latin Hip Hop, Latin Hip Hop Rap, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B, Rap, Spanish
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Barrio, Chaos, City, Club, Dance, Dark, Drive By, Drugs, Energetic, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, Latin Influence, Mexican, Party, Prison, Spanglish Lyrics, Street, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
105
Language:
Spanglish
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Loco En El Barrio
LOCO EN EL BARRIO (Spanglish)
CHORUS
Muy caliente en mi barrio
Mi cabeza esta loco yo me gusta todo mundo
Chupacabras muy poquito
VERSE 1
Hey yo rico suavecito I meet you
Down in Puerto rico where all the freaks go
Soon though el mundo is gonna know my name
I love to play the game cash cars and fame
74 El Dorado dipped like Mafioso
vente dos or maybe vente quarto
any type of rim from Juan in Tijuana
you cant see my face smoke thick Marijuana
keep it old school like that song cucaracha
hope you think im stupid cause that one time ima watcha
better come correct or you get disrespected
don't be coming to the hood thinking its all good
la gente got some beef with intelligente
my people will greet you with that clack clack clack
psyche just playin man we don't smoke crack we just
keep it calm cool respect and collect it
CHORUS
VERSE 2
We might be loco like my cousin Moco
Got locked up put police in a choke hold
Don't throw signs if you wanna stay alive
Aint no 9 to 5 we just keep it live
In el Barrio always got beats pumpin loud from the stereo
Old school area like 213
No crips no bloods just you and me
You might think im crazy rollin keys in the alley
Kinda like a front but ill get you what you want
Hey mami its your papi no me gusta what your used to
Givin no entrada when the shots are shakin
Aint nothing wrong with the love were makin
See those fools sniffin messin with cocaine
No name in the street now you just stink
Claimin' old school fool
CHORUS
BRIDGE
I could wreck shop and still maintain
Been known to rock the mic with half a brain
CHORUS
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