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Are You Ready
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Arrogant, Attitude, Boisterous, Boom Box, Break Dancing, Cocky, Confident, East Coast, Fun, Good Time, House Party, Lively, Rowdy, Slick, Street, Swagger
Instruments:
Bass, DJ Scratches, Drums, String Stabs
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
116
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Are You Ready
Are You Ready
VERSE 1
I step up to the plate, show you why I'm greater
knock it out the park, cuz you know I got the flavour
not a fool or fake, got bread like a baker,
pockets stay fat cuz I stack a lot of paper
on point like a tack, sharper than a razor,
my worst behaviour, naughty by nature
honeydips ask for the number like a favour
maybe an hour later I see it on my pager
all imitators, they gonna catch vapors
boy ya gonna served, like a waiter
future hall of famer, my league is so major
while ya try to catch up, son, see ya later
CHORUS
are you ready in the front, yeah, yeah
are you ready in the back, yeah, yeah
from the left to right, yeah, yeah
rock it all night, yeah, yeah
VERSE 2
my style kicks facts that you can't photocopy
if you do, you must be smoking that broccoli
.. yeah probably, I roll nonchalantly
rubbin on a hottie, I never say sorry
I got my style from the stairwell and lobbies
now I rock the block and the parties
lion of the concrete jungle, I never stumble
crooks get shook, before they wanna rumble
never mumble, speaking loud and proud
moving and grooving, elevate the crowd
... no doubt, I got the clout
pump your fist in the air if you know what it's about
Beach Life
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Electronic
Subcategories:
Chillwave, EDM, Electro, Future Bass, Instrumental, Reality TV Moods & Emotions
Keywords:
Atmospheric, Beach, Carefree, Chill, Fun, Good Times, Groove, Hypnotic, Late Night, Lounge, Lush, Party, Pool, Positive, Rave, Relaxing, Serene, Smooth, Tasking, Vibey, Young
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
BPM:
80
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Black Belt Beatdown
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1990s, East Coast Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Reality TV Moods & Emotions
Keywords:
Asian Influence, Chill, Chinese Influence, Danger, Dark Movie, Eerie, Gangsta, Heist, Kung Fu Movies, Laid Back, Low Ride, Martial Arts, Plotting, Quirky, Suspicious, Swagger, Trouble Brewing
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guzheng, SFX
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
86
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Bottle Champagne
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1990s, Baltimore Club, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Jersey Club, Male Vocal, NOLA Bounce, New Orleans Bounce, Old School Rap, Rap
Keywords:
B-boy, B-girl, Bold, Booty, Bravado, Breakbeat, Breakdancing, Crunk, Dance Competition, Dirty, Dirty South, Energetic, Gritty, Hyphy, Party, Raucous, Raw, Retro Feel, Rowdy, Stutter Edits, Throwback Sound, Twerk
Instruments:
Drums, Horns, Scratches
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
102
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Bottle Champagne
Bottle Champagne
start it right now, start it right now
start it right now, start it right now
start it right now, start it right now
start it right now, start it right now
Let's Go (stutter sequence)
shake your body like a bottle of champagne
shake your body like a bottle of champagne
shake your body like a bottle of champagne
shake your body like a bottle of champagne
let it pop, let it pop, make a splash
let it pop, let it pop, make a splash
let it pop, let it pop, make a splash
let it pop, let it pop, make a splash
Let's Go (stutter sequence)
jump and bounce and rock to it
jump and bounce and rock to it
jump and bounce and rock to it
jump and bounce and rock to it
rock to it (stutter sequence)
let it all hang out, let it all hang out
whip it out, whip it out, whip it out, whip it out
let it all hang out, let it all hang out
whip it out, whip it out, whip it out, whip it out
let it all hang out, let it all hang out
whip it out, whip it out, whip it out, whip it out
let it all hang out, let it all hang out
whip it out, whip it out, whip it out, whip it out
whip it (stutter sequence)
shake, shake your body like a bottle of champagne
shake, shake your body like a bottle of champagne
shake, shake your body like a bottle of champagne
shake, shake your body like a bottle of champagne
"shake it like a bottle champagne" stutter sequence
Bubble Butt
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1990s, Comedy, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Miami Bass, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Alcohol, Bedroom, Bold, Booty, Bravado, Comedy, Crude, Dance Floor, Desire, Dirty, Florida, Frat, Freewheeling, Funny, Girls, Hot, Loose, Miami, Nasty, Party, Porn, Posse, Raucous, Raunchy, Rowdy, Rude, Sexual, Southern, Strip Club, Twerk, Vulgar, Wild
Instruments:
Drums, Guitar, Synths
BPM:
129
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Fast/Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Bubble Butt
You got that bubble butt
You bustin' out your dress
let me be your necklace
diving down your breasts
mtorboating I'm breathless
drive me crazy the way you pump it
junk in the trunk lemme see you dump it
back it up, that's a wide load
see your booty from the front, oh my god
hide the bone that's doggy style
get busy in a bronco, buck wild
I don't flirt, I grab that skirt
smack that booty then I go to work
You got that bubble butt, that bubble butt, yeah that's what's up
bubble butt, that bubble butt, can't get enough of that
bubble butt, that bubble butt, that's wha'ts up
bubble butt, that bubble butt, can't get enough
Pop, that bubble butt, pop, pop, that bubble butt
pop, that bubble butt, pop, pop, that bubble butt
pop, that bubble butt, pop, pop, that bubble butt
pop, that bubble butt, pop, pop, that bubble butt
"pop that bubble butt" (DJ Scratch)
You so hot, you make chocolate melt
rub that booty on my belt
nah, I ain't too proud to be beg
please oh please lemme stretch your legs
cock it up, then slide up in it
ya gots to say my name, when I hit it
from the back and from the side
grab your hips we're gonna slip and slide
slow stroke but I'll lose control
if see that cinammon roll
I don't flirt, I grab that skirt
smack that booty then I go to work
Can't Handle This
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Baltimore Club, EDM, Footwork, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Jersey Club, Juke, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
B-boy, B-girl, Bold, Breakbeat, Breakdancing, Chicago, Dance Competition, Electronic, Energetic, Frantic, Ghetto Tech, Gritty, Party, Raucous, Raw, Restless, Rowdy, Stutter Edits
Instruments:
Electronic Drums, Electronic Percussion
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
160
Key:
N/A
Tempo:
Fast/Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Can't Handle This
Can't Handle This
Hit you over the head (stutter sequence)
Can't handle this (stutter sequence)
Can't Stop
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Bottle Service, Club, Cocky, Confident, Determined, Downtown, Energy, Fame, Famous, Late Night, Night Club, Night Life, Party, Playful, Reality TV, Strip Club, Swaggering
Instruments:
Drums, Synths
BPM:
76
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Can't Stop
Verse 1
oh yah we rocking with it, oh yah we leaning/
grinning with the gold out, oh yah we teething/
it's open season, everything is fair game/
going with my gut gonna wing it like airplane/
keepin it fly, can't deny we on the vibe/
while the haters order vapours with the feelings on the side/
cuz we breathing in the high winning whatever we want to/
believing in the motto but you only die once too/
bust through the barricade, breaking out the cages/
taking center stage and rubbing it in haters' faces/
crowd is outrageous, the energy's contagious/
forget the guest list we on the playlist, we famous/
Chorus
Can't stop won't stop, rocking til we get up to the top
struggling, bubbling ready to pop
Can't stop won't stop, rocking til we get up to the top
looking down while we wearing the crown
Oh yah we got, you wanna get it (X4)
Verse 2
shining like a prism, putting paint where it isn't/
brains got the chains, and we breaking out of the prison/
we on a mission, moving like pistons in an engine/
breaking tradition, breaking from superstition, just listen/
for the pin to drop, the pistol pop, off to the race/
the paper chase, raise the roof then tear the roof off of the place/
got the girls whining their waist, and pumping their hips/
whatever happens out of town just button your lips/
you gotta do what you gotta, nothing to keep but your word/
keep it hotter than lava, but stay cooler than icebergs/
poppin bottles, full throttle, supermodels in line/
I don't worry bout yours, you ain't gotta worry bout mine/
Chains On My Neck
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
After Party, Bling, Boastful, Cash, Celebration, Club, Cocky, Confident, Flaunting, Freewheeling, Fun, Gold Chain, Jewelry, Limo, Money, Party, Playful, Quirky, Strip Club, Swag, VIP
Instruments:
808, Bass, Drums, Synths
BPM:
81
Key:
G
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Chains On My Neck
Chorus
Chains on my neck, I got chains on my neck
Banging on my chest, I got chains on my neck
You be leaning from the juice, I be leaning from my neck
I got so many chains on, what you expect
Verse 1
It's that gold chain swagger, you can see from long range
Swinging so heavy cuz I got the long chains
Plus the chains chunky, you ain't on my level
Chicks whistle like a kettle when they blinded by the bezel
Flooded with the ice, bare necessity of life
Gold banging the rolly when I'm shaking up dice
Accountant couldn't count my net worth when I'm rolling
Worth my weight in gold, amount of gold I'm holdin'
Chorus
Chains on my neck, got chains on my neck
banging on my chest, got chains on my neck
You be leaning from the juice, I be leaning from my neck
so many chains on, in the house or on the lawn
Chains on my neck, got chains on my neck
Banging on my chest, got chains on my neck
You be leaning from the juice, I be leaning from my neck
So many chains on, what you expect
Verse 2
I got thick chains, big chains, links layered up
Say what up to my jeweler that hook a player up
Best believe you gonna freeze when I roll through,
Can you dig that, cuz I know the gold diggers do
The chains I own I don't loan, you couldn't lease
So I gotta pop a collar so it don't crease
Rocking all my chains, nahmsayin, they swaying
Even when I'm standing still, you know I ain't playin'
Come Get It
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1990s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Action, Aggressive, Alley, Boisterous, City, Cocky, Confident, Crime, Dangerous, Drugs, Fight, Gang, Gritty, Hype, Intimidating, Loud, Mean, Mischief, New York City, Party, Power, Raw, Rough, Rowdy, Rucker Park, Ruckus, Sports, Street, Taunting, Tough, Wild
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Saxophone
BPM:
107
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Come Get It
Back it up, back it up, punk get off me
Or get dunked like a donut in coffee
But I ain't a pig, I peel your wig back
Puffin on a blunt, crack open a six pack
Swig it, I get it how I live it
And that's large, the one in charge
I spit it, like an AK spray
Wet up your whole crew, make my day, punk
Pop junk, get popped in the teeth
This ain't a BBQ, you don't want no beef
I'll give it to you raw, homeboy, just hollar
If you wanna get some, I'll break you off proper
CHORUS:
Break'em off, break'em off,
Break'em off, break'em off some
Break'em off, break'em off,
Break'em off, break'em off some
You can come get it,
You can come get it,
You can come get it,
If you want some, you can come get it
Try to step to me and you're gonna get dropped
I got a left and a right that goes pop, pop, pop
Down for the count, another round of shots
Bottoms up, grab the mic and wreck shop
Leaving wack crews, dazed and confused
What you gonna do when this menace come for you
got nothing on the southpaw style
flip you like a waffle, wake up horizontal
I'll leave a sucker empty, boy don't tempt me
my fists are heavy, you ain't ready
serving beat downs, with the body rocker
so if you want some, I'll break you off proper
Cutting Throats
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Angry, City, Crime, Criminal, Dangerous, Dark, Drive By, Drugs, Frightening, Gang, Ghetto, Intimidating, Jail, Mean, Menacing, Ominous, Prison, Raw, Rough, Scary, Street, Tough, Underground, Vicious, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synths
BPM:
102
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Cutting Throats
Break'em take'em for whatever they got, run the jewels
Heat in the holster always stay hot, gunning the fools
Sonning whole crews, when we roll through
Bow down and stay down, before the loaded clip fold you
I got cold shoulders, and cold veins that hold steady cold steel,
Aim and blow brains
Spaghetti stained sidewalks, nighthawks swooping down
Taking all that you got or your life, whoever new in town
Back the FFF Up
Back the FFF Up
Roll up on'em like what, what, what
Back the FFF Up
Back the FFF Up
The game is cut throat so that throat gets cut
What's mine is mine, what's yours is mine, you get repo'd
I got keys for the city, keys short for kilos
Pistol to your peephole, knock knock who is it
Blockah blockah, to the dome, with the chrome, nobody home
Gunsmoke, weed smoke, chicks wanna rub and tug
motorboat them bras til the strap pop, keep the hammer cocked
Shel ls rock bells, ricochet, stray shots spray
Like raid on a roach who try to approach this
Do You Like That
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1990s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, New Jack Swing, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Attitude, Boisterous, Boom Box, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Dance, East Coast, Energetic, Fun, Ghetto Blaster, Good Times, Groovy, House Party, Old School, Party, Playful, Rowdy, Sassy, Sexual, Street, Swagger, Throwback
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Keyboard
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
108
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Do You Like That
Lights, camera, action it's on
Party 'til the break of dawn, word is bond
Spot is getting hot, and the crowd is getting live
But my crew stay cool, while we let the beat ride
Bounce up and down, left to right
Grab a cutey with a booty and the hips are tight
Like dynamite, she got the boom and pow
I don't need to say nothing they like my style
Yeah baby, are you down with the program
Whine your body, but this ain't a slow jam
Gere's your chance, take it, don't fake it
Just shake it, like you're butt naked
I like the girls, that get freaky with it,
if she's a superfreak, you might see me with it
throwing down, light up the party
I never rock with anything less than a hottie
CHORUS:
Do you like that, tell me do you like that
Check the profile, watch'em go wild
If you didn't know, then you know now
It's the golden child, I got the flavor
I got the rhythm, that y'all are slave to
I got the paper, I got the moves
Always smooth, I can never lose
The lady's choice, the way I'm swinging it
You couldn't handle it, the way I'm bringin' it
Straight to the top, never gonna flop
Looking for sugar and spice, stir up the pot
I'm chilling with the hotties, mixing and mingling
I wanna see you pump it til your earrings start jinglin'
She got hips, that she whips real fast
She got a bumper that'll give you whiplash
I get busy, and I get that cash
We can get busy if you shake that
CHORUS
She got hips, that she whips real fast
She got a bumper that'll give you whiplash
I get busy, and I get that cash
We can get busy if you shake that shake that
She got hips, that she whips real fast
She got a bumper that'll give you whiplash
I get busy, and I get that cash
We can get busy if you shake that
Fat Bitch Sing
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1990s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angry, Attack, Back Alley, Brooding, Confrontational, Crazy, Crude, Danger, Dark, Death, Doom, Dramatic, Edgy, Evil, Foreboding, Frightening, Gritty, Hostile, Intense, Mean, Menacing, Murder, Nasty, Ominous, Rough, Scary, Tension, Terror, Threatening, Trouble, Unpredictable, Vulgar, Weird, Wicked
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Vocal Samples
BPM:
94
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Fat Bitch Sing
It's the beginning of the ending, monkey wrench your engine
Mace in your face, venom in your rectum
Perverted perfection, distorted reflection
Mental infection, demonic possession
Full time felon, pitchfork in your melon
Spitting propane flame, smoking up the resin
I got a wolf pack full of goons, full moon
Eat your brains out your skull with a spoon
Final destination, relaxation
6 feet deep is your permanent vacation
Maggots in your mouth, worms in your nose
Mess with me, that's how it goes
Let the fat bitch sing it's over, it's over for you, it's over
Let the fat bitch sing it's over, it's over for you, it's over
Let the fat bitch sing it's over, it's over for you, it's over
Let the fat bitch sing it's over, it's over for you, it's over
Maggots in your mouth, worms in your nose
Mess with me, that's how it goesmaggots in your mouth, worms in your Nose
Mess with me, that's how it goes
It ain't a mask or disguise, got the devil in my eyes
Machete to your thighs gonna cut you down to size
Spill your guts, pull your insides outside
Lobotomize ya with a bunch of dull knives
Ya stuck like a spider in a drain, I love pain
Stab you in the neck, blood spraying like rain
Ya nothing but a stain, in shackles and chains
Choking from the smoke from the flesh in the flames
Ya at the end of the rope, hanging by a thread that
Snapped, fallin in a venus flytrap
Frozen, flesh and bone corrosion
Teeth and claws rip you up in slow motion
Get Right
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1970s, 1980s, Funk, Go Go, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Attitude, Bold, Chant, Confident, Crowd, Dance, East Coast, Explosive, Flow, Fun, Ghetto Blaster, Graffiti, House Party, Jam, MC, Old School, Party, Playful, Raucous, Retro, Rowdy, Streets, Style, Swagger, Throwback, Washington DC
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums
BPM:
98
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Get Right
Here we go now, say what
Here we go now, say what
Here we go now, say what
Here we go, here we go now, say what
Don't be afraid
Go 'head misbehave
Let it all hang out
So whatcha got to say
Stand back, I'm bout to do my thang (repeat x4)
Stand back, you ready for this
Stand back, you ready for this
Stand back, you ready for this
Stand back, you ain't ready for this
Stand back, you ready for this
Stand back, you ready for this
Stand back, you ready for this
Nah, you ain't ready for this
To the left to the left, hey
To the right to the right, hey
To the left to the left, hey
We gon' do this all night
(repeat)
We gon' switch it up now
And we do it like, ha!
We gone get right, we gone get it c'mon
We gone get right, we gone get it c'mon
We gone get right, we gone get it c'mon
We gone get it c'mon, we gone get it c'mon
(repeat)
Gimme Dat Money
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1990s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, NOLA Bounce, New Orleans Bounce, Old School Rap
Keywords:
B-boy, B-girl, Bold, Bravado, Breakbeat, Breakdancing, Cool, Crunk, Hyphy, Money, Party, Stutter Edits, Swagger, Throwback Sound, Twerk
Instruments:
DJ Scratches, Drums, Turntables
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
102
Key:
N/A
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Gimme Dat Money
GIMME DAT MONEY
CHORUS 1 (2X)
Don't you ever come short with the money
Don't you ever come short with the bread
Don't you ever come short with the money
Don't you ever come short with the bread
CHORUS 2 (2X)
Ya better work it out, work it out, work it out
Work it out, work it out, work it out, work it out
CHORUS 3 (2X)
Hold it back, we ain't never hold it back
Hold it back, we ain't never hold it back
Hold it back, we ain't never hold it back
Hold it back, we ain't never hold it back
CHORUS 4
Let it go, let it go, let it go
Let it go, let it go, let it go
Let it go, let it go, let it go
Let it go, let it go, let it go
CHORUS 5
Roll it back
Put the money upfront
Roll it back
Put the money upfront
Roll it back
Put the money upfront
Roll it back
Put the money upfront
CHORUS 6
The ten and the twenty and the fifty dollar bills
The ten and the twenty and the fifty dollar bills
The ten and the twenty and the fifty dollar bills
The ten and the twenty and the fifty dollar bills
CHORUS 7
Got a lotta bills, ten dollar bills,
Twenty dollar bills and the fifty dollars
Got a lotta bills, ten dollar bills,
Twenty dollar bills and the fifty dollars
CHORUS 8
Hundred dollar bills in a big fat stack
Hundred dollar bills in a big fat stack
Hundred dollar bills in a big fat stack
Hundred dollar bills in a big fat stack
Go For Yours
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1980s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
B-boying, Boastful, Boisterous, Boom Box, Bravado, Break Dancing, Celebratory, Club, Confident, Dance Floor, Energy, Fun, Ghetto Blaster, Group, Party, Playful, Rowdy, Swagger
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar
BPM:
113
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Go For Yours
GO FOR YOURS
VERSE 1
I'm one of a kind when I open doors
I'ma go for mine, and you can go for yours
Keep your head up, it's ours to get
If it's easy, it ain't worth the sweat
If you ain't sweating you're holding the wall
We tear the roof off the mother so let it fall
Baby doll don't hold back, you got the key
Lemme see what you got, let's start the party
CHORUS
If you got what it takes, make no mistake
Go for yours, go for yours
If you know you ain't wack, don't hold back
Go for yours, go for yours
If you know you the man, when you step in the jam
Go for yours, go for yours
If you wanna be with all the fly ladies
Go for yours, go for yours
VERSE 2
Reach for the top with whatever you got
Keep on to the break of dawn and don't stop
The place is popping, we body rockin'
Even got the flat foot fellas hoppin'
Bump with the bass, boogie down to the beat
We break it on down, so get on your feet
Don't stop, we ain't finished yet
Get up and go get it there's no regrets
OUTRO
Boogie to the bump and the bump to bass
Turn it up loud when we rock the place
Boogie to the bump and the bump to bass
Turn it up loud when we rock the place
Got It Like That
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1990s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Attitude, Boisterous, Boom Box, Cocky, Confident, Cool, East Coast, Energetic, Fun, Golden Age, Good Times, Groovy, Old School, Party, Playful, Rowdy, Sexual, Street, Swagger
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Keyboards, Scratches
BPM:
96
Key:
C♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Got It Like That
Intro
Ayo, yah we got it like that
Ayo, yah the Pockets stay fat
Ayo, (DJ Scratch "Here We Go!)
Verse 1
A party ain't a party if the girls ain't acting naughty
Pick a hotty, grab a drink I'm going in like kamikaze
Say wassup to my posse, they kickin' it like karate
blowing up the spot while we chillin' is just a hobby
Herbs try to copy, as they watch me and jock me
Acting all cocky, but their style's kinda sloppy
Stop me, they can't do it, I get into it
They shoulda' knew it, they blew it, stop actin stupid
Chorus
Ayo, yah we got it like that
Ayo, yah the Pockets stay fat
Ayo, shorty, won't you bring that back
Turn around one time, shake that feminine fat
Verse 2
Fly honeys never showed love, til they saw a brother blow up
Jealous cats talkin' foul better slow up
Put the dough up, not for nothing, I got them jumping
I'm poppin' bra straps you ain't popping nothing
Just bluffin', huffin' and puffin', ain't saying a word
Come around poppin that you get kicked to the curb
Forget what you heard, or get tapped on the chin
So just chill, pass the herb, say word and take it in
Chorus
Ayo, yah we got it like that
Ayo, yah the Pockets stay fat
Ayo, shorty, won't you bring that back
Turn around one time, shake that feminine fat
(DJ Scratch "Here We Go!")
Hold It Down
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1990s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Angry, City, Crime, Dangerous, Dark, Drive By, Drugs, East Coast, Gang, Ghetto, Gritty, Jail, Mean, New York City, Prison, Raw, Rough, Rowdy, Rucker Park, Ruckus, Scary, Street, Tough, Underground, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums
BPM:
100
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Hold It Down
Now set it off, one, two, the crew gets wild
Crack a a 40's not a smile, yah that's my style
Recognize the real, watch out for spot rushers
You know the deal, we pack steel for the busters
Ain't afraid to bust, snakes get touched
Jokers get yoked up in the cobra clutch
I get props on the boulevard and ave
Don't mind whoever front hard they scabs
On the real, the streets got my back, no doubt
Shutting down wack crews tryna take me out
Gotta maintain the devil's always watching
Try to catch me sleeping have me laying in a coffin
I got shells that'll rock your bells
A cut creator if it don't catch you in the lapel
Hold it down for the team nahmean,
Even if we do dirt, yo we coming off clean
CHORUS:
Hold it down for the team
Even if we do dirt, we get away clean
Hold it down for the team
Even if we do dirt, we get away clean
Hold the crown, that's how it's going down
Thorough in the borough getting props and pounds
Respect that, keeping wack crews in check
Keep the tech clean so the techiques correct
Stay strapped up, that's wassup
You never know who gonna roll up try to get the whole crew capped up
Suckas wanna violate, the master plan
So we snap back like a rubber band
Fam first, brothers on the block holding glocks
When worse comes to worse, let off the first shot
Let'em know it's the team, and we out for the cream
Even if we do dirt, yo we coming off clean
Hollar At Me
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1990s, G Funk, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Boisterous, Bravado, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Ghetto, Hype, Late Night, Party, Posse, Rousing, Rowdy, Street, Swag, Swagger, VIP, West Coast
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synths
BPM:
95
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Hollar At Me
VERSE 1
We smoking and sippin', rollin' and whippin'
One eye open from the tilt of my fitted
Roll it and get lifted, champagne drippin'
Like a coat of candy paint on a low ride dippin'
Ice on my right, big face on my left
That's what time it is when the crew two step
Shuffle heel toe, they budget real slow
We got money to blow, buy out the bar then reload
CHORUS
Money ain't a thang
Shorty wanna bang
Hollar at me in the VIP
You ain't stopping a thang
I'm at the top of the game
Hollar at me in the VIP
VERSE 2
The city on lock, I got the keys
Brushing off the dirt like I'm brushin you fleas
Rocking much ice, without a cop yelling freeze
When I step in a room it drops a few degrees
I got the streets open and the gold diggers scoping
Overdosing on the chrome spinning in slow motion
Camera flash, flicks with the flyest chicks
Model type or better while they're taking off their sweater
I Don't Play
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1980s, G Funk, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, West Coast Hip Hop
Keywords:
Adversity, Aggressive, Bangin', Bay Area, Boom Box, City, Compton, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Hard Times, Hood, OG, Oppression, Past, Raw, Retro, Rough, Story, Storyteller, Street, Struggle, Throwback, Tough, West Coast
Instruments:
Analog Bass, Analog Synth, Drum Machine
BPM:
82
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
I Don't Play
VERSE 1
repping that turf, like it ain't no thang
bully of the block when it's time to bang
I make it go pop but it ain't champagne
who the OG, yeah, they know the name
legend of the streets, as the stories told
got a whole grip of cash so big it won't fold
got as much respect as my neck got gold
the barrel gets hot but the veins is cold
cool and calm when I come to collect
cash better be correct get a gat to your neck
watch where you step 'cause we rep that code,
don't act stupid homeboy, you know how it go
CHORUS
This ain't a game
I don't play, I don't play
This ain't a game
I don't play, I don't play
VERSE 2
I don't play, 'cause I'm six o'clock
that's straight up and down, boy, the game don't stop
from block to block, I lock down the streets
rollin in a lowrider never scuff my sneaks
down for the set, this side of town
try to cross that street bozos they get clowned
posse in effect, no time for toys
try to cross the line and we bring that noise
face to face, your whole crew's erased
shaking the whole city yeah we pump that bass
watch where you step 'cause we rep that code,
don't act stupid homeboy, you know how it go
Invincible
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Matthew Christopher Vander Boegh (BMI) 50% / Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Adrenaline, Aggressive, Asian Influence, Cocky, Competition, Confident, Cool, Determination, Driven, Energetic, Epic, Fighting Enemies, Focused, Hyped Up, Martial Arts, Motivation, Perseverance, Persistence, Powerful, Pressure, Pumped Up, Sports, Success, Swagger, Tough, Victory, Winning Spirit
Instruments:
808 Bass, Bells, Brass, Drums, Koto, Shamisen
Year Recorded:
2021
BPM:
104
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Invincible
INVINCIBLE
VERSE 1
Impact, my arms packin cannons
Want the smoke, get fire from a dragon
Clashing, the last one standing
Get knocked down y'all are trash cans
Hit hard, cracking cinder blocks
Hard to block, technique unorthodox
Kick like a whirlwind, feel the drift
Uppercut the gut, feel the lift
Move like a centipede, no armor
Equip to hit quicker and harder
My mind is a blade that's sharper
Turn masters into grasshoppers
PRECHORUS
turn masters into grasshoppers
can't block this, can't stop this
CHORUS
Invincible (Invincible)
I'm invincible (I'm invincible)
Killer with casual strikes
And nerves of ice, you better think twice
Invincible (Invincible)
I'm invincible (i'm invincible)
Unpredictable technique
Pack heat in these fists
Get battered and beat
VERSE 2
Turn doubters into cowards
Overpower, tower over bouncers
Party crashing, collision smashing
Bones cracking, time for action
Straight up and down, get sized up
Beat down brows, swell your eyes up
Tiger palm strike, who get liver
Hit pressure points like tranquilizer
Dodge and duck, still get stuck
Throw hands like bricks that hit like trucks
Slip and dip, be like water
Turn masters into grasshoppers
PRECHORUS
(Turn masters into grasshoppers
Can't block this, can't stop this)
CHORUS
BRIDGE
Relentless, never ease up
Hit me, wake the beast up
What's a frying pan to a teacup
Crushed with the slightest touch
Brush you off like dust
Might just erupt and bust
You're gonna need a miracle
Stepping up against the invincible
CHORUS 1
CHORUS 2
Invincible (Invincible)
I'm invincible (Can't stop this)
Killer with casual strikes
And nerves of ice, you better think twice
Invincible (Invincible)
I'm invincible (i'm invincible)
Unpredictable technique
Pack heat in these fists
Get battered and beat
(Pack heat in these fists
Get battered and beat)
Let'em Run
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Alternative, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Action, Assertive, Big, Brash, Car Chase, Challenge, City, Conflict, Confrontational, Distorted, Driving, Edgy, Energy, Heavy, Impending, Intense, Intimidating, Ominous, Promo, Pulsating, Raspy, Raw, Scary, Streets, Tension
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synths
BPM:
105
Key:
E♭
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Let'em Run
Let's start this
As I pull something shiny from the darkness
Cold blood that flow through the heartless
I promise ya'll don't want this
Got a devil on my shoulder, accomplice
Codefendant, caught between the hardest
Place and a rock, 'til I get all of it
What's yours is mine, can't stop it
Who runnin', chopper bout to dump on 'em
The only money I get, got blood on 'em
Who the suspect, they get dusted
No strings attached can't trust it
Chorus
Let'em run
Let'em run
They trying to chase the sun
When the demons catch'em they done
Let'em run
Let'em run
Live and die by the gun
I'll be waiting, they can get some
Smooth criminal, invisible
Y'all flash in the pans, look pitiful
Low key, brim low, but the smoke is high
These crabs in the bucket want me crucified
I'm only crucified with my gold on
Try to sweat me brother, better roll on
Try to shake me down, that's the wrong move
Turn that around, now you're dog food
Gang related, not blood though
No red, no blue just the hustle
Better hit the deck or get shuffled
I'm the mastermind and the muscle
Let It Bubble
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Dancehall, Hip Hop, Male Vocal, Rap, Tropical Hip Hop, Tropical House
Keywords:
Beach, Bouncy, Caribbean, Club, Cruise Ship, Cut Loose, Dance, Flirtatious, Fun, Island, Miami, Party, Playful, Relationship, Romantic, South Beach, Sports, Spring Break, Street, Summer, Zumba
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
104
Key:
C
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Let It Bubble
LET IT BUBBLE
CHORUS (2x)
The way you fold it, and roll it
I can't control it, girl
Let me squeeze ya, and hold ya
Let it bubble like a cola
VERSE 1
Wine and go down gyal wine and go down
Fire in skirt, gyal, hotter than the sun
How ya bounce like so, fatty and round
Bun de other clowns, you the queen to me crown
Ride pon the riddim and your form look nice
You're like a fat piece of jerk on mi peas and rice
Gwan with your sexy, waistline hot spice
Push up your bumper mek di mandem look twice
CHORUS
The way you fold it, and roll it
I can't control it, girl
Let me squeeze ya, and hold ya
Let it bubble like a cola
The way you fold it, and roll it
I can't control it, girl
Let me squeeze ya, and hold ya
Let it bubble like a cola, ya (Tag 4x)
VERSE 2
Ah mi say, yo, ya full up a style and pose
Traffic blocking with ya body expose
Push ya hand up, wine ya bumper down low
Ya mek me wan slam like dominoe
Ya number one, stand out in a crowd
Ya know me talk bout waste man not allowed
Ya style and fashion mek di gyaldem pout
And di mandem shout when ya wine and bruk out
BRIDGE
Ride pon the riddim and your form look nice
You're like a fat piece of jerk on mi peas and rice
Gwan with your sexy, waistline hot spice
Push up your bumper mek di man look twice
CHORUS
Loaded Clips
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Reality TV Moods & Emotions
Keywords:
Argument, Attitude, Back Alley, Conflict, Confrontation, Drive By, Fight, Gang, Guns, Hard, Streets, Tense, Tension, Tough
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
94
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Make It Boom
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Baltimore Club, EDM, Footwork, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Jersey Club, Juke, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
B-boy, B-girl, Bold, Breakbeat, Breakdancing, Chicago, Dance Competition, Electronic, Energetic, Frantic, Ghetto Tech, Gritty, Party, Raucous, Raw, Restless, Rowdy, Step, Stutter Edits
Instruments:
Electronic Drums, Electronic Percussion
BPM:
160
Key:
N/A
Tempo:
Fast/Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Make It Boom
Make It Boom
Make it boom (stutter sequence)
Stone cold rocking make it boom (stutter sequence)
Make Some Noise
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, Rap
Keywords:
Bright, Carefree, Carpe Diem, Fun, Good Time, Hanging Out, Happy, Joy, Laid Back, Late Night, Party, Playful, Positive, Reach for the Stars, Summer, Youthful
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Piano
BPM:
105
Key:
D
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Make Some Noise
Verse 1
lemme tell you how I start this/
keep my mind as open as my heart is/
sunshine squeeze out the darkness/
walking like I got, clouds for carpets/
steppin up, til I get to number 9/
you can join in, it can be a conga line/
money paralyzes, when it's on the mind/
I'm all in, gonna put it on the line/
no risk, no reward, can't afford regret/
what good are wings if you're afraid to soar/
turn dreams to fruition, with guts and intuition/
your soul's tryna tell you something, just listen/
Chorus
You could seize it
or let it pass by
you could breath it in
or break down and cry/
it's your choice,
use your voice,
make some noise
let the world know you're here
Verse 2
won't let it pass by/
do it right now, maybe later ask why/
maybe won't matter cuz I'm all caught up/
running with the wind caution tossed up/
wherever it land, I might be gone/
I might be wrong but life ain't long/
cynics see the limits wonder why I'm gone/
can't see what's giving me the high I'm on/
or how I'm strong, enough to take those chances/
love at first sight no second glances/
mix a little hustle and a little ambition/
and whatever your soul tells ya, just listen/
Me And My Homeys
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, Rap
Keywords:
Cheerful, Frat, Free, Friendship, Fun, Good Times, Hanging Out, Happy, High School, Late Night, Light, Party, Positive, Posse, Reality TV, Rowdy, Teen, Uplifting, Youthful
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Hand Claps, Piano, Strings
BPM:
98
Key:
C
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Me And My Homeys
VERSE 1
got my people in the place, smiles on they faces/
no tricks up my sleeves, just a bunch of aces/
it's a full house, not a house of cards fallin/
hearing good times calling, I'm going all in/
fill up a cup, raise it up/
here's a toast to my posse, they got me stuck/
to the realness, feeling this, crystal clear/
I could be anywhere, but I chose to be here/ aw yah
dealing with the cards we're dealt/
we don't choose our fam, but the life we make ourself/
we just puzzlepieces, part of a bigger picture/
fun is alright, but it's super fun when I'm with ya/
CHORUS
me and my homeys come from sidewalks and bricks
me and my homeys, none of us are rich/
are we worried, no/
those problems don't get us down/
when my homeys around/
they lift me off the ground/
they my homeys/
VERSE 2
life is fast, it can feel like a shell/
they crack it open they the roses that I stop to smell/
living it up, sipping it up, natural high/
never let a moment with the homeys pass me by/
cheers, with the glasses, something cold/
stay on our toes for whatever the dice might roll/
thats my crew, my posse, my clique, my cronies/
what's a name, it don't change, they still my homeys/
Megaphone Large
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1990s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Action, Aggressive, Aware, Boisterous, Change, City, Cocky, Confident, Confrontational, Dangerous, Edgy, Fed Up, Fight, Gang, Gritty, Intimidating, Loud, Political, Power, Protest, Raw, Rebellious, Resistance, Riot, Rough, Rowdy, Society, Street, Taunting, Tough, Unrest, Uprising, Wild
Instruments:
Drums, Guitar, Percussion, Scratches, Trumpet
BPM:
110
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Megaphone Large
You need to put these suckas in their place man
They don't know what they doing
You really need to show them what's
Really going on out here, eh yo!
Rolling through with my posse
Just watch me, an army can't stop me
Intelligent, militant minded
Ring the alarm, strongarm behind it
Street soldiers got my back
We on the attack, cutting no slack
The squad gets bigger, coming at you like a
Pack of gorillas, heavy hitters
Rain or shine, crash your party one time
Like elephants run through your front line
Lead the charge, to bomb your whole squad
Voice of the people, megaphone large
Megaphone large
Megaphone large
Megaphone large
Megaphone large
It's time to show and prove
They better get down or lay down
You know what I'm saying, word up!
Yo, it's time to shut it down!
Black boots stomping, mask and gloves
Better duck when the shotgun pumps
Smash windows, where's your heroes
They just zeroes, never fear those
Surrounded by yellow tape
Proceed with caution, can't handle the weight
Too heavy, you ain't ready
Cut your propaganda to confetti
Can't lose, light the fuse
Won't be televised, shut down the news
Lead the charge, to bomb your whole squad
Voice of the people, megaphone large
Move That Body
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1990s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, Rap
Keywords:
Boom Box, Break Dancing, Club, Dance, Dancing, Energetic, Energy, Fun, Good Time, Old School, Party, Soulful, Street, Upbeat, Vocal Sample
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Piano, Synths
BPM:
122
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Move That Body
Verse 1
Pump it up to the max and then some
Let it all out, ease the tension
Put in motion, ain't no stopping
Hold the torch up, ain't no dropping
The posse backing me up, but backing up
Ain't an option, about to get popping
Feel the groove, make you move
Show and prove, for sure we can't lose
Chorus
Move your feet
Step up to the beat
Got the urge
To move your body
Move your feet
Step up to the beat
Got the urge
To move your body
Verse 2
Are you ready to do this, baby
Don't let go, it's about to get crazy
Can't hold back, gots to do this
Don't care, who stare acting foolish
Turn up a notch, go for gusto
Fire in my heart, ain't enough, though
I need y'all to get excited
Don't deny it, don't fight, ignite it
Chorus
Verse 3
C'mon I wanna see you sweat
What you put in is what you get
Step up to the plate, swing for fences
So relentless no consequences
No looking back, from the jump
This the real deal it ain't a stunt
Every journey starts when you choose to
And I'ma give you something funky to move to
My Ninjas
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 25% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 25% / Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angry, Back Alley, Brash, Brooding, Crew, Crude, Dangerous, Defiant, Eerie, Frightening, Gang, Gritty, Hostile, Humorous, Mean, Menacing, Murder, Nasty, Ominous, Posse, Rough, Rowdy, Rumble, Scary, Streets, Threatening, Tough, Trouble, Underground, Unpredictable, Vicious, Violent, Vulgar, Wild
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
BPM:
84
Key:
F♯/G♭
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
My Ninjas
CHORUS
My ninjas wear black black black
they don't got swords, what they got go clack clack clack clack
brass knuckles make your ribs crack crack crack crack
body shots make your head snap back back back back
VERSE 1
Black mask, black gloves, blast slugs, single handed
Other hand the middle finger up your girl that's where she landed
and she rub it right, all night, lick it like a lollipop
All I see's the top of her head like it's a barbershop
So don't get heated cuz the bucket chose a heavy hitter
the whole crew hit her and dumped her like cheap liquor
We could pop glocks, or throw fists, any or all
When we roll through turning high noon to night fall
CHORUS
My ninjas wear black black black
They don't got swords, what they got go clack clack clack clack
Brass knuckles make your ribs crack crack crack crack
Body shots make your head snap back back back back
VERSE 2
High off dust, snatching collars, choking throats
Rock the boat, no survivors, under the black smoke
Body count for the toe tags and body bags
Check yourself before the sawed off shotty bangs
The block is hot, squeezing burners, raise the temperature
Hollow points hit ya, leave ya holy without the scripture
Rip ya, bone and flesh, rush to where the cash is
All this while I take toke and dust the ashes
CHORUS
My ninjas wear black black black
They don't got swords, what they got go clack clack clack clack
Brass knuckles make your ribs crack crack crack crack
Body shots make your head snap back back back back
BRIDGE
What you ready for, getting raw, hit the floor
What you ready for, getting raw, hit the floor
What you ready for, getting raw, hit the floor
Taking all you got still looking for more
What you ready for, getting raw, hit the floor
What you ready for, getting raw, hit the floor
What you ready for, getting raw, hit the floor
Run up in your spot taking all that you got
VERSE 3
Creepin' through the territory, markin it up
Roll heavy like blunts sparkin it up
Short fuse, lose ya life, by the barrel or knife
Heating up like ya standing over lighters in a crack pipe
Get your facts right, know the rules, and who rules the streets
Straight up and down in the flesh, play for keeps
So gimme dat, that's how I'm living
Sniffing lines from the cleavage all the way down to the kitten
Nothin' On Us
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 50% / Scott Horton (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Electronic, Hard Rock, Hip Hop, Hybrid, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angry, Arena, Attack, Attitude, Badass, Beast, Bold, Chase, Cocky, Confrontational, Criminal, Distortion, Driving, Edgy, Empowerment, Energetic, Fight, Fighting, Forward, Gang, Heist, Inspirational, Intense, Mean, Pounding, Powerful, Promo, Pulsating, Pulsing, Sports, Street, Swagger, Tough, Underground, Uprising
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Synths
BPM:
108
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Nothin' On Us
You know the name, put your face to the flames
scream with your blood on my fangs
bow down kiss the rings, get choked with a chain
my burner goes bang, the choppers go RRRRAAAHHHHH
get a noose if you wanna hang
get out of my lane, or catch a bullet like a train
mess around and you gonna be a sidewalk stain
we ain't players, we killers, oh you thought it was a game
CHORUS:
Competition we crushing
like it ain't nothing
barricades that we busting
like it ain't nothing
competition we crushing
like it ain't nothing
what you want, cuz you ain't got nothing
cuz you ain't got nothing
What you wanna say, what you wanna say
I could be a problem with no delay
Me and my co-d's we don't play
the homey's do dirt yo we don't say
we switch blades, we don't switch sides
we get paid, we don't let it slide
we stepping over if you draw the line
we take that, what's yours is mine, run it
CHORUS
Wolves of the streets, no love for sheep
pull your wool leave you lying on the street
skull and crossbones that means danger
got a itchy trigger finger for strangers
roll slow, tip toe, watch your step
get knocked a promise, not a threat
it's going down, and I ain't punking out
better get bodybags for the body count
Playtime
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Celebratory, Chill, Cool, Cruising, Freewheeling, Fun, Good Time, Laid Back, Late Night, Mellow, Night Club, Party, Smooth, Steamy, Strip Club
Instruments:
808, Drums, Percussion, Synths
BPM:
96
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Playtime
Chorus
It's playtime shorty
Go ahead and go for yours
Rock your waistline for me
Something I can't ignore
Put that bassline on me
Shake it down to the floor
It's your play time shorty
Tell me what you waiting for
Verse 1
Get it turnt up let's crank it/
Floating so high they can't sank it/
You working your thang, like you don't care for/
All that mean muggin cuz you got money to blow/
And we right here, take a moment/
Take it all in, cuz we own it/
The night is young, it's gonna be a long one/
We gonna burn it up till its all done/
Verse 2
You made it let's get faded/
We can bring it anywhere you wanna take it/
We can do whatever, just name it
About to do it big and you know they gonna hate it/
I'ma roll up and just say it/
I'ma kick game you can play it/
Poppin these bottles we can spray it/
Don't worry about a glass just drank it/
Pull Your Panties
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1990s, Comedy, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Miami Bass, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Bedroom, Bold, Bravado, Comedy, Dirty, Funny, Miami, Nasty, Party, Porn, Posse, Raucous, Rowdy, Rude, Sexual, Strip Club, Vulgar
Instruments:
Electric Guitar, Electronic Drums, Scratches
BPM:
120
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Pull Your Panties
CHORUS:
Pull your panties to the side
Panties to the side
Pull your panties to the side
Saddle up we bout to ride
You don't know what I got in store
Lights are out I hit it raw
I know that booty like a road map
Like the back of my hand when I give it a slap
I love it when it jiggle like Jell-O
Stick my spoon in, your face in the pillow
Gotta say hello, girls say hi
I'm that type of guy to rub on your thigh
Your booty off the hook like a dial tone
Then we get gone, maybe take you home
I want sex not making love
If you know how to work it I can break you off
On the kitchen sink, then on the sofa
You've heard from your friends I'm a long stroker
CHORUS
Pull it, pull it, pull it
Pull it to the side
Girl you know that I'm all that
So come here grind on my lap
Write your number on the bra strap
When the booty call you better call back
I won't beg I won't say please
Either spread those legs or get on your knees
In no time you'll be in ecstasy
You'll even get wet standing next to me
You can bet that when it comes to sex
Better get a grip, slippery when wet
Show me how horny, you can get
And I might break you off, but won't break a sweat
I'm the real deal yes the real McCcoy
I'll get you off you don't need a toy
I make the bed bounce, squeaky noise
When I get in it like a hemorrhoid
Put It Up High
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Bouncy, Carefree, Celebrate, Cocky, Cool, Cruising, Dance Floor, Debauchery, Drinking, Drugs, Frat House, Fun, Good Time, Late Night, Night Club, Party, Playful, Strip Club, Swag, Swagger, Trap
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
BPM:
80
Key:
C
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Put It Up High
Verse 1
We faded cuz we made it, celebrate it cuz we own it/
take it in and hold it, pass it to the left before you blow it/
it's the crew you wanna roll with, no looking back just stepping foward/
put it up in the air, if they got a grudge then they can hold it/
we ain't seeing that, being that they know wassup/
we just trying to get, soaking wet, so fill up a cup/
trying to slide up to a fly chick who's given it up/
riding with no seatbelt living it up, not giving a what/
Chorus
yah we put it up high, yah we put it high/
holding whatever gets us in the vibe when we ride/
yah we put it up high, yah we put it high/
take it in and hold it disappear into the sky/
yah we swerving, trying not to spill our drinks/
yah we swerving, music so loud can't even think/
the party don't stop every night of the week/
the next night, put the last night on repeat
the next night, put the last night on repeat
the next night, put the last night on repeat
Verse 2
turning it up, letting it bang, doin our thang/
ain't caring who's staring, you glaring we bearing our fangs/
so just chill with the feedback, we don't need that, where the weed at/
who's popping we rocking, they jocking best believe we be that/
stacking paper, rolling paper, spark it and blaze/
til the fume fills the room, and the wallpaper fades/
shorty twerking, like them hips wanna jump jump jump/
take it to the parking lot if shorty wanna pop the trunk/
Chorus
Ready For The Rush
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Adrenaline, Aggressive, Arena, Chinese Influence, Cocky, Combat, Competition, Confident, Cool, Danger, Energized, Epic, Fighting, Fire, Hyped Up, Intimidating, Motivation, Powerful, Pressure, Pumped Up, Showing Off, Sports, Swagger, Tough, Trouble, World Influence
Instruments:
Bass, Cello, Flugelhorn, Pipa, Timpani, Trombone
Year Recorded:
2021
BPM:
107
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Ready For The Rush
GET READY FOR THE RUSH
VERSE 1
Give it all i got, never back down
Impact with a crack, how you like that sound
Too swift, with the legwork
Mess with an expert, leave on a stretcher
Bow down, you better respect it
Eyes to the ground not a sound til I exit
Be my guest, come test this
Try to make move, you gonna get this
Strike first, quick like a cobra
Get served, lay you flat on a sofa
Crush like a savage, heavy handed
Get rocked and shocked when they landed
CHORUS (2X)
Get ready for the rush
Get ready for the rush
Cock back aim and bust
Playing with fire is dangerous
BRIDGE
Get ready
For the rush
Get ready
For the rush, for the rush
VERSE 2
Hard to the core, pulling no punches
Knock out, never leave it to the judges
Step out of line, get punished
If you got a crew you can tell'em I run this
I prevail, tough as nails
When I drop the hammer, you tuck your tail
Inhale, exhale, break no sweat
Hit the targets, promise not a threat
Hit me with your best shot
You're jumping in the frying pan, sizzle with a pop
Flexing loaded and locked
Bust nonstop, you're bound to get dropped
CHORUS (2X)
Recognize the Real
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1980s, 1990s, G Funk, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Adversity, Aggressive, Bangin', City, Compton, Gang, Ghetto, Gritty, Hard Times, OG, Oppression, Past, Rough, Story, Storyteller, Street, Struggle, Tough, Trial, West Coast
Instruments:
Bass, Clavinet, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
91
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Recognize the Real
Recognize the Real
VERSE 1
I'm like, straight up and down, that's six o'clock
I got, shooters on deck, with the pistol cocked
putting busters in check, when I set up shop
chicks giving up the neck for the game I chop
stack paper and bread, leave the crumbs for bums
cash flow as natural as the breath in my lungs
get it how I live it, ain't giving up none
got a platoon of goons that gotta feed they sons
jump in a foreign whip, put the pedal to the
floor and dip, fast lane with the cash and chips
all in, put your bet on the dealer
gets no realer, put a slug in a squealer
CHORUS
recognize it's the real OG
calling shots but I keep it low key
aks around thugs about know me
they put respect on the name, if you a player of the game
VERSE 2
you know the pedigree, we don't bark, we spark
you don't want that smoke, when the hood go dark
you dont' wanna see how it end, so better not start
expose you pumping fruit punch in your heart
I got ice cold veins for the cold cash
when the block's hot, product goes fast
catch me slipping without the strap no chance
I gotta stay alive to uplift the lower class
speaking for the streets, where the snakes play for keeps
and the slippery slope is steep
my word is bond, cuz life is cheap
watch your back cuz that knife goes deep, don't sleep
Rising Up
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Boom Box, Bravado, Celebration, Cocky, Confident, Crowd, Dance, Energy, Fun, Ghetto Blaster, Good Time, Party, Playful, Raucous, Street, Upbeat
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths, Vocal Sample
BPM:
113
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Rising Up
Rockin' the mic, is my duty
When I get loose wild and unruly
Hear my voice, got your fist pumping
I'm the top choice to get the place jumping
I got my boys, they got my back
Bringing that noise, better get off of the crack
Hear me on stage, radio and cassette
I don't get static, all I get is respect
That's automatic, and I'm cold getting dumb
Counting my bread, what I care about a crumb
Hear me in the streets on every car stereo
From the bottom to the top here we go
CHORUS:
"We rising up"
Get loose
"We rising up"
Get Busy
"We rising up"
Get loose
"We rising up"
Get Busy
Drop the needle, on the groove I get busy
Jumped on the scene and they asked who is he
I used to have no fame and no name
But now I swing heavy like a rope chain
Moving up to the next level
Kicking up dust, never let it settle
I can't lose, any way I gotta win
I'm the leader, you better start following
And I got the party people with their hands up
And all you sucker crews better clam up
If you think that's it, I got more
Moving up from the streets to the top floor
Rock The Party
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1990s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Attitude, Clever, Cocky, Confident, Dance, East Coast, Flow, Fun, Ghetto Blaster, Graffiti, House Party, New York City, Old School, Party, Playful, Raucous, Retro, Rowdy, Streets, Style, Swagger, Throwback, Underground
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Pan Flute
BPM:
99
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Rock The Party
Elevated to the highest, fools they wanna try this
Recognize this, the hottest joints like arthritis
Call me midas, I got the golden mic, with flows that's tightest
I'm going after the booty like a pirate
On autopilot, crusin, my crew deep
Grinding til the sun shining, I lose sleep
Rhyming and designing, skills are unique
Straight from the street, not a boutique with a receipt
Learn the lesson, still remains the question
I'm unarmed and dangerous my mind is a weapon
Cock back and reload, drop jewels like shells
Know the ledge, leap of faith, fall from grace, but never fail
Success without the excess of glamour and glitz
It's like breakfast and you don't get ham with your grits
I want it all, right or wrong, cuz life is never too long
The steady arm is heavy so it's never too strong
CHORUS:
Get ready, go, get ready, go
We control the crowd with mic control
Eh yo, now you know, what we came to do
We came to rock, rock the party for you
Chillin' like a villain in the cut, like a cavity
Filling, the meaning of raw is ready and winning
Down for whatever's bout to pop off, get knocked off
The throne, pulling the mic out of a stone, the king has come home
A masterpiece like the dome in a chapel
On the right side of the gavel I'm still biting the apple
Cuz knowledge reigns supreme over snakes with a rattle
You wanna battle raging bulls but you're part of the cattle
Jumping on it like a saddle, riding a coat tail
Dime a dozen clones buying style at wholesale
I got styles upon styles, organically grown
So just hand me the throne, with a chrome microphone
Roll With It
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1990s, Baltimore Club, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Jersey Club, Male Vocal, NOLA Bounce, New Orleans Bounce, Old School Rap, Rap
Keywords:
B-boy, B-girl, Bold, Booty, Bravado, Breakbeat, Breakdancing, Crunk, Dance Competition, Dirty, Dirty South, Energetic, Gritty, Hyphy, Party, Raucous, Raw, Retro Feel, Rowdy, Stutter Edits, Throwback Sound, Twerk
Instruments:
Drums, Horns, Scratches
BPM:
105
Key:
N/A
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Roll With It
Roll With It
watch out, watch out, watch out
watch out, watch out, watch out
watch out, watch out, watch out
watch out, (stutter) watch out
roll with it, left to right
let me see you roll with it, left to right
c'mon roll with it, left to right
let me see you roll with it, left to right
shake it all day, shake it all night
shake it to the left and shake it to the right
shake it all day, shake it all night
shake it to the left and shake it to the right
break it down (stutter sequence)
break it down, girl, break it down
break it down, girl, break it down
break it down, girl, break it down
break it down, girl, break it down
break it down (stutter sequence)
set it off, set it off, set it off
set it off, finna light the fuse
set it off, set it off, set it off
set it off, finna light the fuse
watch out now, y'all been warned
work that twerk popping like popcorn
watch out now, y'all been warned
work that twerk popping like popcorn
work that twerk (stutter sequence)
roll with it, left to right
let me see you roll with it, left to right
c'mon roll with it, left to right
let me see you roll with it, left to right
shake it all day, shake it all night
shake it to the left and shake it to the right
shake it all day, shake it all night
shake it to the left and shake it to the right
roll with it(stutter sequence)
Savage
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 50% / Scott Horton (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Hard Rock, Hip Hop, Industrial, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Rap Rock
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arena, Attitude, Badass, Beast, Champion, Chase, Confident, Confrontational, Distortion, Driving, Edgy, Empowerment, Energetic, Extreme, Fight, Fighting, Forward, Inspirational, Intense, Mean, Pounding, Powerful, Promo, Pulsating, Pulsing, Riot, Shuffle, Sports, Street, Tough, Underground
Instruments:
808, Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Chant, Drums, Horns, Synths, Toms
BPM:
122
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Savage
Kill all the lights we gon' play in the dark
Draggin' the chains, they makin' a spark
Circle of gasoline and of fumes
Breathing the flame, blowin' a fuse
Bustin' through, rusty screws
Rage in the cage, escape from the zoo
Animal instinct off the hinges
Handling business with hammers and wrenches
Bang! Light up the night
No dynamite just a fire to fight
Gorillas and goons fed up with the bull
Fight with the wolf, get cut from the wool
You know the rules
No ref, we won't ever stop, we won't ever rest
There ain't nothing left
Who want it next?
Raw, no chaser straight to your chest rah!
Savage, savage, savage
Put you in bandage
Savage, savage, savage
Bustin' your cabbage
Bring it on
Come on
Brace for the blat, put on the mask
Pump up your fists with knuckles of brass
Break out the trap, the noose, the chains
The hammer go clap
This ain't a game are you not entertained?
Putting a strain on your muscle and brain
Swerving the lanes like Formula 1 on a schedule one
Either hurting somebody or looking for fun
One in the same, who could be judge
You already dirty from throwing the mud
Needle ain't budging above the red line
Maximum pressure the grit and the grime
You know the time, you know the deal
Finding the meal when the weak is revealed
Scalps are peeled, put you in bandage
Bustin' your cabbage savage
Come and get it
If you want it
Raw no chaser straight to your chest
Shake That Booty
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1990s, Comedy, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Miami Bass, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Alcohol, Bedroom, Bold, Booty, Bravado, Comedy, Crude, Dance Floor, Desire, Dirty, Florida, Frat, Freewheeling, Funny, Girls, Hot, Loose, Miami, Nasty, Party, Porn, Posse, Raucous, Raunchy, Rowdy, Rude, Sexual, Southern, Strip Club, Twerk, Vulgar, Wild
Instruments:
Drums, Guitar, Synths
BPM:
132
Key:
A♯m/B♭m
Tempo:
Fast/Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Shake That Booty
Shake it up, got me excited
back it up, I wanna bite it
rub it down, I can't fight it
smack it around, I know you like it
Gve me a chance, let me hit it
long stroke get down to bidness
bring your friends, they can witness
let's rock right now, I know you with it
Ya best not front cuz I got the dough
throw 10's and 20's at the pole
I need 5 booties, in a row
and I don't throw money til you bounce it low
Shake, that booty, booty,
shake, that booty, girl
shake, that booty, booty,
shake, that booty, girl
If you want the booty get your money get your money up
if you want the booty get your money get your money up
if you want the booty get your money get your money up
if you want the booty get your money up
I feel lucky like a four leaf clover
every time I see you bend over
we could have fun, you got me sprung
wanna put my lollipop on your tongue
If you got a booty, let's see you move it
if you a freak, you gots to prove it
y'already know that I'm a freak
y'all can jump on my physique
No not one, need 2 or 3
a little menage ain't new to me
look at my zipper I'm hot for you
now tell me what I gots to do
Soul Of The Streets
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
2000s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Back Alley, Back Story, Background, City, Conscious, Cop Show, East Coast, Hard Times, Mellow, Moody, New York City, Rough, Soaring, Soulful, Sports, Story, Streets, Struggle, Throwback, Tough, Warm
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Strings, Synths
BPM:
85
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Soul Of The Streets
At the top of the city, the crew lounging with me
the crabs couldn't get me I'm rubbin' something on pretty
running through the gritty streets, ducking the beast I had enough
violators trying to get me snuffed
watch out for 2 faced dice rollers, throwing
snake eyes to the ways of the streets I stay wise
my crew be the eyes in the back of my head
throwing hot lead to any perpetrator wanting me dead
trying to build, but the snakes try to destroy
that's why blood spills, when you try to avoid
tight situations, I got tight connections
we either busting for freedom, or protection
CHORUS:
I got the soul of the streets in my bones
no moss on a rolling stone
sitting back in the danger zone
I call the street corner my home
I got the soul of the streets in my bones
no moss on a rolling stone
sitting back in the danger zone
I call the street corner my home
no time for second guessing, stress and strife
cut like a knife, it's all about the dollar, name your price
broken down, pick up the pieces, cease and desist
with brain cells in a cell how can we resist
that struggle, keep dreams from popping like a bubble
try to stay clean running through the puddles
we only looking for a piece of that cream
so we can chill watching flicks on a flat screen
don't need to hide the nine behind the couches, it surrounds us
product of public housing, don't associate with cowards
rolling with kings, checkmate any aggression
we either busting for freedom, or protection
Stompin' Thru
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1990s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Underground Rap
Keywords:
Attitude, Boisterous, Bold, Boom Box, Braggadocious, Bravado, Cocky, Confident, Cool, East Coast, Edgy, Energetic, Golden Age, Good Times, Groovy, Old School, Party, Playful, Raw, Retro, Rowdy, Sexual, Street, Swagger, Throwback
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Horns, Piano, Scratches
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
95
Key:
N/A
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Stompin' Thru
VERSE 1
Fee fie foe fum, stomping through the slums
Here I come, here I come, grabbing up your crumbs
Diggin' in your pockets, bread in your baskets
I gotta have it, getting mines is a habit
Running up in your space, spitting in your face like mace
I got the flavour, they want a taste
I don't give a what what what
Try to step up and get buck buck buck
Press your luck, run up try to take what I got
I got burners that stay hot
I guarantee, I got what you need
Ain't nothing free, I got mouths to feed
That's me, myself and I, the trinity
Raw and uncut, that's how I really be
Straight up and down, what you see is what you get
You can bet that's a promise and a threat
CHORUS
We stompin' through, coming for you
And you, and you, and you, and you
(4X)
BRIDGE
(Indeterminable Lyrics)
VERSE 2
Chop up and roll up the cabbage, puff it and
Pass it, under pressure, blow a gasket
Steaming, while I'm schemin' the next plot
Locking down the whole block make it burning hot
Rush the spot, the whole squad hungry
We going out for the stash, run the jewels and money
Ain't nothing funny, my fingerprint's grungy
And crazy, might even bungee jump with a bungee
And still bounce back, give you a smack
Reload and clack, clack, clack, lay you flat
Straight up and down, what you see is what you get
You can bet that's a promise and a threat
CHORUS
Take It Higher
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Pop
Subcategories:
1990s, Dance, Dance Pop, Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Adrenaline, B-boy, B-girl, Braggadocious, Bravado, Breakdancing, Cool, Dance Club, Dance Party, Driving Beat, Empowerment, Energetic, Excitement, Funky, Groovy, Hard Working, Hyped Up, Independent, Moving Forward, Overcoming Obstacles, Positive Attitude, Promo, Pumped Up, Quirky, Retro Feel, Rowdy, Swagger, Taking Chances, Taking Control, Throwback Sound
Instruments:
Agogo Bells, DJ Scratches, Drums, Electric Bass, Electric Guitar, Saxophone, Shaker, Trumpet, Vibraslap, Whistle
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
120
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Take It Higher
TAKE IT HIGHER
VERSE 1
Get down, down to business
Dig it, but never ditches
Come get with this, and bear witness
Bite more than you can chew, no limits
Gonna make you move, nothing to lose
Nothing to prove,
Just be enthused, lose yourself
Put the hesitation on the shelf
CHORUS
Let's take it higher, baby
Let's take it higher, baby
Let's take it higher, baby
Let's take it higher, baby
VERSE 2
In a daze, in a maze
On your own path there ain't no race
'Cause I'm, on a wave, go with the flow
Break a leg, getting on with the show
Cuz it don't stop, ain't finished yet
It's getting so hot, ain't breaking a sweat
It's the underdog, I'll take that bet
'Cause I hit them with something they'll never forget
CHORUS
VERSE 3
I don't need to say nothing too bragadocious
See the way I walk, that tell'em who the most is
If you didn't know this, rhythm hypnosis
Put a curve in your back like scoliosis
Lover not a fighter when I strike them poses,
Notice when I let it bubble like sodas,
Let's go, take it to the top
It goes pop, right when the beat drop
CHORUS
Too Hot
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Arrogant, Attitude, Boisterous, Boom Box, Break Dancing, Cocky, Confident, Freewheeling, Fun, Good Time, Goofy, House Party, Lively, Rowdy, Slick, Street, Swagger
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar
BPM:
116
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Too Hot
Bust it, this mine for the takin'
All killer no filler, who's fakin'
Not around me, or my crew
You know the outcome, I'm sicker than the flu
Just chill, gimme the stage I'll crush it
Got all the groupies, they wanna bum rush it
Wanna catch me I'm going too fast,
Peel around corners stereo full blast
Bumping, run things like a track meet
Know where I'm rollin' from the woofers in my back seat
Females, only the flyest
Wanna turn golden they callin' me Midas
Ooooooh, cuz I got that touch
Fast lane chicks like to pop that clutch
Girls sweatin' me for the style I'm displayin'
Kickin' that game, but you know I ain't playin'
CHORUS:
Too hot, too hot
Too hot, too hot
I am
Too hot, too hot
Too hot, too hot to touch
Shining, so I don't need a spotlight
Girls sweating, cause I'm rocking it all night
Cruising, ride slow let them see this
At a red light, checking my beepers
The fiends want a hit, from the mack
Cause the rhymes I spit is like crack
Jocking my style, cause I roll so heavy
Try to leave t he club but the strippers won't let me
Ready, or not, you better make room
Suckers get brushed to the side like a broom
Dusted, trying to front, trying to punk me
They just mad cuz their whole style crusty
Trust me, cuz I'm fresh to the max
Rubbing on girls like a dj rubbing on wax
You know what I'm saying
Kickin' that game, but you know I ain't playin'
Trippin'
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 25% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 25% / Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Back Alley, Brooding, Crew, Crude, Dangerous, Druggy, Drugs, Eerie, Frightening, Gritty, Hallucinate, High, Hostile, Mean, Menacing, Nasty, Ominous, Rough, Rowdy, Scary, Streets, Stupor, Threatening, Tough, Trouble, Underground, Unpredictable, Vulgar, Weird
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
BPM:
79
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Trippin'
CHORUS
I'm trippin', yeah I'm tripping,
I'm trippin' and I ain't even walkin'
I'm trippin', yeah I'm tripping,
I ain't moving but I'm feeling exhaustion
I'm trippin', yeah I'm tripping,
I'm trippin' and I ain't even walkin'
I'm trippin', yeah I'm tripping,
Slowly overdosing, everything in slow motion
VERSE 1
Tripping off that powder, look like flour, get baked up
Save none for later, cut it with a razor get my face cut
Mouth dripping, eyelids flipping, time is slipping
Hyper speed, uhhh, slow me down, somebody light the weed
Fighting to breathe, hold it in
I got golden showers for whoever want a golden chin
So baby, say the word and I'll hit the switch
We can get as twisted as the fingers I pose for pictures with
CHORUS
I'm trippin', yeah I'm tripping,
I'm trippin' and I ain't even walkin'
I'm trippin', yeah I'm tripping,
I ain't moving but I'm feeling exhaustion
I'm trippin, yeah I'm tripping,
I'm trippin and I ain't even walkin'
I'm trippin, yeah I'm tripping
Slowly overdosing, everything in slow motion
VERSE 2
Standing in a coffin, when the walls start closing in
Inhale it deep like it's a bay window opening
Far fresh air, toxic fumes blooming
Turn the dial 'til my brain on poppy seeds is tuned in
Looming beneath skulls and crossbones
Ding dong whoever's there I'm not home
And won't be back soon, under influence of paraphernalia
Waiting for my abduction rocking freemason regalia
CHORUS
I'm trippin', yeah I'm tripping,
I'm trippin' and I ain't even walkin'
I'm trippin', yeah I'm tripping,
I ain't moving but I'm feeling exhaustion
I'm trippin', yeah I'm tripping,
I'm trippin' and I ain't even walkin'
I'm trippin', yeah I'm tripping,
Slowly overdosing, everything in slow motion
We Don't Back Down
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 50% / Scott Horton (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Hybrid, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, Rap, Sports
Keywords:
Adversity, Arena, Battle, Bold, Boxing, Competition, Confrontational, Defiant, Determined, Domination, Emotional, Empowerment, Encouragement, Fighting, Gang, Inspirational, Intense, Motivation, Never Give Up, Odds, Overcoming, Perseverance, Persistence, Positive, Pounding, Power, Promo, Protest, Racing, Rising, Shootout, Sports, Strength, Strong, Tough, Trailer, Triumphant, Uplifting, Winning
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Orchestra, Piano, Strings, Synths
Track Styles:
Production, Trailer
BPM:
96
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
We Don't Back Down
CHORUS:
We don't back down, finger on the trigger
We don't back down, pushing back the pressure
We don't back down, ready for whatever you got
We rising up taking that top spot
Eyes on the prize, competition got the butterflies
rising up to Goliaths of any size
get bruised by the 100 yard stare, the eyes of a killer
the chill is in the air, and you're provoking gorillas
Grind time, no words, not even stones and sticks
hustle with muscle that could break bones and bricks
fire in my heart, putting competition on the ground
from the bottom now we coming for the crown
CHORUS
No hesitation, no debating or negotiation
no caving in, the bottom of our hearts that we're scraping
hunting for the next kill, forget how you feel
we ain't nipping at your heels, we hungry for the next meal
Fighting tooth and nail, no definition for quit
hitting hard, like a demolition team to your bricks
coming up from the dirt, pressing knuckles in the ground
from the bottom now we coming for the crown
We Gone Keep It Rollin
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Bravado, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Energy, Frat House, Freewheeling, Fun, Good Time, Nightlife, Party, Playful, Rowdy, Swagger
Instruments:
Drums, Percussion, Saxophone, Vibraphone
BPM:
96
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
We Gone Keep It Rollin
Chorus
We gone keep it rolling
Moving on a brighter day
Try to pull me down but I'll never slow up
Hop on if you're coming my way
We gone keep it rolling
Moving on a brighter day
Smiling cuz I see the silver lining
Hop on if you're coming my way
Verse 1
I came a long way, reversin' the wrong way
Detour, around manure, paid dues and got paid
Crash and burn, lose and learn, knuckle up, keep hitting
Put your hands to the ceiling, live a life worth living
It's a target worth hitting, it's prize worth getting
A hustle worth sweating, no stopping, no question
No need for confessions, I'm clean
I got a cup of caffeine I'm looking for the cream
Chorus
We gone keep it rolling
Moving on a brighter day
Try to pull me down but I'll never slow up
Hop on if you're coming my way
We gon keep it rolling
Moving on a brighter day
Smiling cuz I see the silver lining
Hop on if you're coming my way
Verse 2
It ain't the dog in the fight, it's the fight in the dog
Following my dreams like a fog light in a fog
It's a matter of time, so I'm turning the cog
To wind up my watch, it's like I'm lighting a log
To light a fire in me, burn bridges if they tempt me
They ain't no friend of me, if they see me half empty
No room for pride, this where jealousy dies
If you're with me hit me up and hop on for the ride
Where Ya At
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1990s, Alternative, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Bouncy, Change, City, Clever, Conscious, East Coast, Empowering, Freedom, Hometown, Hood, Hopeful, Intellectual, Jazzy, Laid Back, New York, Positive, Pride, Proud, Slick, Smooth, Street Smart, Streets, Underground, Uplifting, Youth
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Horns, Synths
BPM:
100
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Where Ya At
Chillin on the block, we rock and don't stop
blessing my people around the clock
hit'em with the vibe, spread to the tribe
peace and calm inside, we on the rise
glide to the next level, simple and smooth
show and prove, keep up, we on the move
20 20 vision I see the right path
cause and effect you can't fight the math
truth is my native tongue, I come from
not the ghetto or the slum, I follow the funky drum
that's just where I live, ever since I was young
where guns are like drums, parum pum pum pum
CHORUS:
where ya at, where ya at,
it ain't where ya from, yo,it's where ya at
it's where ya at, where ya at,
it ain't where ya from, yo,it's where ya at
where ya at, where ya at,
it ain't where ya from, yo,it's where ya at
it's where ya at, where ya at,
it ain't where ya from, yo,it's like that
Stirring up the pot, with the sounds of the soul
intergalactic we on cruise control
yes the crew's deep every time when we roll
my crew is the family tree that I chose
we kick it where we at, the raps are full of facts
skip over the traps, give nothing to the rats
we rolling like a storm, for young seeds to blossom
reach for the stars but not blinded by the stardom
earn the respect of my peers, and then return
each lap around the sun, a lesson learned
count your blessings, but not your eggs before they hatch
time's get rough enough to strike a match
Wiggle And Drop It
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1990s, Baltimore Club, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Jersey Club, Male Vocal, NOLA Bounce, New Orleans Bounce, Old School Rap, Rap
Keywords:
B-boy, B-girl, Bold, Booming, Booty, Bravado, Breakbeat, Breakdancing, Cool, Crunk, Dance, Dance Competition, Dirty South, Gritty, Hyphy, Money, Party, Raucous, Raw, Rowdy, Stutter Edits, Swagger, Throwback Sound, Twerk
Instruments:
DJ Scratches, Drums, Horn Stabs, Turntables
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
100
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Wiggle And Drop It
wiggle it, let it drop, let it drop
c'mon wiggle it, let it drop, let it drop
wiggle it, let it drop, let it drop
c'mon wiggle it, let it drop, let it drop
let it drop (vocal stutter)
wiggle it, let it drop, drop it down (vocal stutter)
wiggle it, wiggle it
let it drop down
wiggle it, wiggle it
let it drop
wiggle it, wiggle it
let it drop down
wiggle it, wiggle it
let it drop
Chorus
wiggle and you drop it and you wiggle and you drop it
wiggle and you drop it and you wiggle and you drop it
wiggle and you drop it and you wiggle and you drop it
come and get it, come and get it,
come and come and get it get it
Verse 2
take it to the top, let it roll, let it roll down
take it to the top, let it roll, let it roll down
take it to the top, put it up, let it roll down
take it to the top, gotta show'em how it go down
let it roll down (vocal stutter)
take it to the top, shake it down on the pole
take it to the top, shake it down on the pole
take it to the top, shake it down on the pole
down on the pole, down down on the pole
down on the pole (vocal stutter)
Chorus
wiggle and you drop it and you wiggle and you drop it
wiggle and you drop it and you wiggle and you drop it
wiggle and you drop it and you wiggle and you drop it
come and get it, come and get it,
come and come and get it get it
Verse 3
put the arch in your back, baby don't hold back
put the arch in your back, baby don 't hold back
put the arch in your back, baby don't hold back
put the arch in your back, baby don't hold back
gottem saying what's that, it's the big booty clap
gottem saying what's that, it's the big booty clap
gottem saying what's that, it's the big booty clap
big booty, big booty, big booty clap
it's the big, the big, the big, big booty clap
it's the big, the big, the big, big booty clap
it's the big, the big, the big, big booty clap
it's the big booty clap (vocal stutter)
smack it up, smack it up, smack it up, smack it up
if you got that big booty smack it up
back it up, back it up, back it up, back it up,
if you got that big booty back it up
Chorus
wiggle and you drop it and you wiggle and you drop it
wiggle and you drop it and you wiggle and you drop it
wiggle and you drop it and you wiggle and you drop it
come and get it, come and get it,
come and come and get it get it
Outro
let it roll down (vocal stutter)
wiggle it, let it drop, drop it down (vocal stutter)
wiggle and you drop it and you wiggle and you drop it
wiggle and you drop it and you wiggle and you drop it
wiggle and you drop it and you wiggle and you drop it
come and get it, come and get it,
come and come and get it get it
Wild'n Crazy
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1980s, 1990s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, New Jack Swing, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Attitude, Boisterous, Boom Box, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Crazy, Dance, East Coast, Energetic, Fun, Ghetto Blaster, Good Times, Groovy, House Party, Old School, Party, Playful, Rowdy, Sassy, Sexual, Street, Swagger, Throwback, Wild
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Keyboard
BPM:
107
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Wild'n Crazy
It's about to get crazy, hold on baby
No glitz no glam, it's all about the grits and
Gravy, kicking mad flavor
Caught up in the madness nothing can save ya
Swinging from the chandelier
The place is jumping no standing here
Don't hold it back, just let it go
I'm clockin fly girls, I wanna let you know
I get nasty, not trashy
If you're curious, girl, just ask me
What's the difference, lemme tell you
I promise I won't bite, unless you want me to
Now you know I'm a freak, but a gentleman
When I want a taste of the cinnamon
So tell your friends, to bring they friends and they friends
gGet hype for the night here we go again
CHORUS:
It's time to get wild and crazy
There won't be no if's or maybe's
This goes out to the fly ladies
Who want to be my baby
Ready or not the spot is packed
When the party is hot, that's where the action's at
Skinny dippin, all your clothes are gone
There ain't nothing wrong, if all you got is a thong
If that's wrong, I don't wanna be right
If you got tight hips then you're just my type
Girls they be dancing on tables
With bamboo earrings bigger than bagels
Bouncing moving all around
East to west side, down to uptown
Get wild ain't no turning back
Word up, the party is wherever you at
Work It
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1990s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, NOLA Bounce, New Orleans Bounce, Old School Rap
Keywords:
B-boy, B-girl, Bold, Bravado, Breakbeat, Breakdancing, Cool, Crunk, Hyphy, Money, Party, Stutter Edits, Swagger, Throwback Sound, Twerk
Instruments:
DJ Scratches, Drums, Turntables
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
102
Key:
N/A
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Work It
WORK IT
CHORUS 1 (2X)
work it like you wanna hurt it,
work it like you wanna hurt it, oh
work it like you wanna hurt it,
work it, let's go, let's go
CHORUS 2
bring it down to the floor
down, down to the floor
down to the floor
down, down to the floor,
bring it down to the floor
down, down to the floor
whoa, whoa, whoa whoa
CHORUS 3 (2X)
show me what you got, what you got, huh
come and show me what you what you got, ladies
show me what you got, what you got, huh
come and show me what you what you got, get crazy
CHORUS 4 (2X)
back to the front, bring it back to the front
back to the front, bring it back to the front
back to the front, bring it back to the front
tell me what you want, tell me tell me what you want
CHORUS 1 (2X)
work it like you wanna hurt it,
work it like you wanna hurt it, oh
work it like you wanna hurt it,
work it, let's go, let's go
XMAS
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Holiday
Subcategories:
1990s, Christmas, Hip Hop, Holiday, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Boom Box, Bouncy, Carefree, Celebration, Cheer, Christmas Tree, City, East Coast, Exciting, Family, Fun, Ghetto Blaster, Good Time, Happy Holidays, Hood, Old School, Party, Playful, Positive, Presents, Retro, Santa Claus, Sleigh, Snow, Snowmen, Spirit, Street, Swagger, Winter
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Music box, Sleigh Bells
BPM:
94
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
XMAS
Let's light, the tree up, illuminate, the whole block
let it shine, so Santa knows where to stop
got stuffing and the gravy, coming off the stovetop
carolers singing while the jingle bells rock
deck the halls, deck the halls, wreath on the door
I can drink as much eggnog as you can pour
with cinnamon, putting ribbons on a box
plus I got the fireplace lined up with socks
spark it up, frankincense and myrrh
jack frost nipping so I'm rocking toques and furs
I make snow angels in a bboy stance
I don't need a toboggan just the seat of my pants
watch me rock it, y'all, watch me rock it
hold the mistletoe for a kiss, don't drop it
I hope Santa knows and he's impressed
I ain't been a good boy, I been the best
CHORUS:
X, M, A, S
what makes winter so fresh
X, M, A, S
digging into presents making a mess
X, M, A, S
sugarplums and the turkey sweats
X, M, A, S
now that's what makes winter so fresh
here we go, here we go, let it snow, let it snow
candy cane on the brain let the champagne flow,
looking outside it's like shaking up a snowglobe
stuff my stockings with goodies please no coal
throw confetti up, it's a party with poinsettia
turkey got me lying down, belly up
little drummer boy drummin the funky drum
pa rum pum pum pum, popcorn string strummed
chestnuts roasting, sugarplums dancing,
gingerbread house crashed for the icing
hanging ornaments, tinsel and trimmings
it's kinda chilly, even Frosty got mittens
watch me rock it, y'all, watch me rock it
hold the mistletoe for a kiss, don't drop it
I hope Santa knows and he's impressed
I ain't been a good boy, I been the best
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