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Low Cruiser
Writer(s):
Fred Herrera (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1970s, Classic Rock, Funk, Instrumental, Latin
Keywords:
Alley, Barrio, Cadillac, Chilling, Chopped, Chrome, Classic, Cruising, Daytons, Driving, Drop Tops, Funky, Ghetto, Hispanic, Laid Back, Latin Contemporary, Mexican, Street, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Percussion, Strings
BPM:
121
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Super Fly Brother
Artist(s): Michael Young
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1960s, 1970s, Classic Soul R&B, Funk, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Psychedelic Soul, R&B, Rock, Soul
Keywords:
Alley, Bed Mix, Bell Bottoms, Black Panthers, Black Power, Blaxploitation, Boom Box, Celebration, Civil Rights, Club, Dance, Energetic, Ghetto Blaster, Gritty, Old School, Party, Peace Rally, Urban, Watts
Instruments:
Bass, Clavinet, Drums, Guitar, Keyboard, Percussion, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
91
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Super Fly Brother
He's a super fly brother
And he's got himself a plan
Such a super fly brother
In this cold-hearted world, he's doin' the best he can
Darkness falls on the ghetto every night
Hard times in the city, no one knows what's wrong or right
He's a man who's tryin' to rise up from the streets
Hustlin' n dealin' you know that's his reality
CHORUS
His momma cried so hard but she could never say
Why daddy left 'em on that cold rainy day
Now he's left to sell his soul out on the street
Pushin' n Pimpin' you know that's his reality
CHORUS
Central Ave
Artist(s): The Nick Vincent Project
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Writer(s):
Mike Rosati (BMI) 50% / Nick Vincent (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Blues Rock, Classic Soul R&B, Funk, Instrumental, R&B, Soul
Keywords:
Classic, Club, Cool, Funky, New Orleans, Party, Sexy, Southern, Swamp
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ
BPM:
95
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Spire of Fire
Artist(s): M Theory
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Writer(s):
John Fumo (BMI) 33.34% / Randall Landas (ASCAP) 33.33% / Thomas P Walsh (ASCAP) 33.33%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 66.66% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.34%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Funk, Instrumental, R&B, Soul
Keywords:
City, Cool, Cool Cat, Danceable, Energetic, Exciting, Explosive, Feel Good, Feeling Great, Funky, Groovy, Guitar Solo, Happy, Hip Cat, Party, Pumped Up, Retro Feel, Smooth, Street, Strutting, Suave
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Keyboard, Organ, Percussion, Trumpets
Track Styles:
Production
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
109
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Funky Fingers
Artist(s): Bruce Ray Brown
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Writer(s):
Bruce Ray Brown (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1970s, Funk, Instrumental, Soul
Keywords:
Alley, Bluesy, Cruisin, Cruising, Funky, Greasy, Groovy, Hip Cat, Laid Back, New Orleans, Party, Retro, Street, Swagger, Throwback
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitars
Track Styles:
Production
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
120
Key:
E
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Get Up Feel The Funk
Artist(s): Michael Young
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1970s, Classic Soul R&B, Funk, Instrumental, Male Vocal, R&B, Rock, Soul
Keywords:
Bed Mix, Bell Bottoms, Black Panthers, Black Power, Blaxploitation, Boom Box, Celebration, Civil Rights, Club, Dance, Energetic, Fun, Ghetto Blaster, Old School, Party, Promo, Radio, Urban, Watts
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Keyboard, Percussion, Synthesizer
BPM:
101
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Get Up Feel The Funk
Feel the funk – feel the funk y'all
Feel the funk – feel the funk y'all
Sisters and brothers let me show you the way
We can get super-freaky party night and day
Get up feel the funk – feel the funk y'all
Get up feel the funk – gonna party all night
Get up feel the funk – feel the funk y'all
Get up feel the funk – gonna party all night
Naa naa naa naa (funkify...) -- Naa naa naa naa (funkify...)
Naa naa naa naa (funkify...) -- Naa naa naa naa (funkify...)
Feel the funk – feel the funk y'all
Feel the funk – feel the funk y'all
All around the world people funk to the groove
From New York to Paris do ya parlez vous?
Get up feel the funk – feel the funk y'all
Get up feel the funk – gonna party all night (2 X)
Naa naa naa naa (funkify...) -- Naa naa naa naa (funkify...) 2 X
CHROUS out...
Parrr – tay.. Parr – tay...
This Is My Block
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Don Reynolds (ASCAP) 10% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Guerilla Funk Family Musicworx (ASCAP) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1970s, Entertainment News, Funk, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Soul
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angry, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Chaos, City, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dance, Dark, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, East LA, Energetic, Energy, Funky, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Mean, Mug Shot, NYC, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Party, Porn, Prison, Radio, Scary, Sex Flick, South Central, Street, Streets, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Upbeat, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
95
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
This Is My Block
THIS IS MY BLOCK
Chorus
This is my block – this is my block
The rock ain't gon' stop
This place is hot y'all – Ho ------
Verse 1
Posted up chokin'
On some Indo green
Stacked up in the back
Too many Stacks
I'm mean
These streets is the King's streets
It seems
Everyone or two years I have to make 'em lean
Hit 'em with tha machines
If you run the block
Heavy Handed Means!
Greasy
Enough cake to make your wake come quicker than a sun beam
Run up on you with the Fo' leave ya leaking
Pulling capers and I'm squeezing
It's Pleasing!
Yeah you nippy but I'm FREEZING
Fully automatic cracks
Now yo' whole family's weeping
Stop ya madness young dudes
I'm a veteran killa
Servin' 22 blocks
On every corner I'm the major dealer
Only 19 when I wrapped a Milla
You taking over the flow? Stop it will ya!
Ya pocket's thin? Boy I feel ya
But is it worth eating steel bullet dinners?
Repeat Chorus
Verse 2
We get it poppin'
What you talkin' bout dude?
You up in da club..
Chump, I own the club
You see how all they' eyes is glued
On my section roped off it's a thug reunion
We tucked with our tools.. Send
Them Bunnies over it's time for pattin' pannies
More throats in action in the back than the Grammys
Everybody on the floor throwin' 'bows and two-steppin'
I'm not a DJ but I make lean back when I'm pepperin'
No stressing
Mo weapons
Than the American
Airforce and you the Taliban
I'm the worst
I'm the HEAT man
I keep grams
Kilo'd up
Grands in rubber bands
Understand Fam?
Cold-hearted G and I don't give a damn
Yeah they saw what happened
But they won't take the stand
Everybody give respect
Cousin, I'm the man!
Taxin', Clappin', It's crackin'
That's why I'm rappin'
Repeat Chorus
Vamp
Watch yo' back!
No matter what you do
Dog I'm watching you
You betta' watch yo' back!
I got eyes on every corner, plenty guns to shoot
Homey don't get smacked!
I'll treat you like my hoes if you disrespect
Make me grab the Tech
Or maybe grab ya neck!
Homey watch yo' back
You'll pay a heavy debt
Watch yo' back!
No matter what you do
Dog I'm watching you
You betta' watch yo' back!
I got eyes on every corner, plenty guns to shoot
Homey don't get smacked!
I'll treat you like my hoes if you disrespect
Make me grab the Tech
Or maybe grab ya neck!
Them slugs is hot
Homey, This is My Block!!
Sal, Tequila Y Limon
Artist(s): Paco
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 33.34% / Francisco Jimenez Garcia (ASCAP) 33.33% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 33.33%
Publisher(s):
Tony Vose Music (BMI) 33.33% / Latino Style Publishing (ASCAP) 33.33% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.34%
Category:
Latin
Subcategories:
Caribbean, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Reggae, Reggaeton, World, World Caribbean
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Angry, Arrest, Barrio, Bathing Suits, Beach, Celebration, Chaos, Cinco De Mayo, City, Club, Compton, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Cruise, Cuba, Dancing, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drinking, Drive By, Drugs, Drunk, East LA, Energy, Ethnic, Fun, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Groovy, Guns, Heat, Hot, Island, Jail, Lute, Mean, Mexico, Miami, Mug Shot, Ominous, Outrage, Party, Prison, Rage, Rape, Riot, Sand, Scary, Shooting, Shots, South Central, Spanish Lyrics, Spring Break, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Struggle, Summer, Sun, Tanning, Travel, Tropics, Vacation, Violence, Waves
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Organ, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
83
Language:
Spanish
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Sal, Tequila Y Limon
SAL, TEQUILA Y LIMON
SALT, TEQUILA AND LEMON
Pues aquí estamos
So here we are
Con la sal, el tequila y el limón
With salt, tequila and the lime
That's the deal
That's the deal
Y el bongo que suena cabrón
And the bongo sounds strong
Ella se alborota cuando siente este ritmo
She gets excited when she feels this rhythm
Que le sube por las venas y le encanta
Goes up her veins and she loves it
Siempre despistada ella me tira una mirada
Always in a blur she sends me a look
Yo lo gozo y me encanta como baila
I love it and love how she dances
I just try to make her feel
I just try to make her feel like
La chica más bonita
The prettiest girl
La chica que en la pista se levanta
The girl who tears up the dance floor
Pon sal y tequila
Put salt and tequila
Un pedazo de limón
A piece of lime
Y verán como este guey a ella le canta
And check out how this dude sings to her
Bongo que bongo
Bongo what a bongo
Sabor que suena y que gozo
Flavor that rocks and I enjoy
Bongo que bongo
Bongo what a bongo
Sabor que suena y que gozo
Flavor that rocks and I enjoy
Pásala, (hea!) muévela, (mira) gózala...que buen culo
Pass her (hea!), move her (look!), enjoy... what a booty
Pásala, (hea!)muévela, (mira!) mírala...que buen culo
Pass her (hea!), move her (look!), view her... what a booty
CHORUS (2x)
Sal, tequila y limón
Salt, tequila and lime
Y el mundo a todos se nos cambia
And the world changes for us
Sal, tequila y limón
Salt, tequila and lime
Solitas caen por las ganas
The girls fall on their own
Todos en el baile siempre quieren estar con ella
Everyone always wants to be with her
Pero ella bola a mi solo me lanza
But she only flirts with me
Y yo lo he notado cuando subo a la tarima
And I notice when I go up on stage
Ella corriendo se levanta
She's the first one up
Para que tú sepas, mama
Just so you know, mama
Que es lo que tú quieres, mama
What you want, mama
Donde es que lo quieres, mami
Wherever you want it, mama
Que todito tengo, mama
I've got it all, mama
Porque tus sabes, mamita
Because you know, mamita
Que lo tengo todo
That I've got it
Y es que tú lo sabes
And you just know it
Lo que tengo para ti esta bien
What I got for you is good
Mueve esas nalgas, mama
Move that ass, mama
Pide lo que quieras, mama
Ask for anything, mama
Para que tú sepas, mama
Just so you know, mama
Que es lo que tú quieres, mama
What you want, mama
Donde es que lo quieres, mami
Wherever you want it, mama
Que todito tengo, mama
I've got it all, mama
Mueve esas nalgas, mama
Move that ass, mama
Pide lo que quieras, mama
Ask for anything, mama
Porque tus sabes, mamita
Because you know, mamita
Que lo tengo todo
That I've got it
Y es que tú lo sabes
And you just know it
Lo que tengo para ti esta bien
What I got for you is good
CHORUS (2x)
Sal, tequila y limón
Salt, tequila and lime
Y el mundo a todos se nos cambia
And the world changes for us
Sal, tequila y limón
Salt, tequila and lime
Solitas caen por las ganas
The girls fall on their own
Pásala, (hea!) muévela, (mira) gózala...que buen culo
Pass her (hea!), move her (look!), enjoy... what a booty
Pásala, (hea!)muévela, (mira!) mírala...que buen culo
Pass her (hea!), move her (look!), view her... what a booty
I just try to make her feel
I just try to make her feel like
La chica más bonita
The prettiest girl
La chica que en la pista se levanta
The girl who tears up the dance floor
Pon sal y tequila
Put salt and tequila
Un pedazo de limón
A piece of lime
Y verán como este guey a ella le canta
And check out how this dude sings to her
CHORUS (2x)
Sal, tequila y limón
Salt, tequila and lime
Y el mundo a todos se nos cambia
And the world changes for us
Sal, tequila y limón
Salt, tequila and lime
Solitas caen por las ganas
The girls fall on their own
So baby, here's the deal
So baby, here's the deal
Aquí estamos
Here we are
Salcicta, tequila y limón
Salt, tequila and lime
Pa' que goce
For fun
Este ritmo esta cabron
This rhythm is hot
Este ritmo esta cabron
This rhythm is hot
Y vamos gozando sal, tequila y limón
Having fun, salt, tequila and lime
That's the deal, yeah!
That's the deal, yeah!
You got it!
You got it!
Feel The Love
Artist(s): Gold Plated
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1970s, 1990s, 2000s, Instrumental, Pop, R&B
Keywords:
Bar, City, Cool, Cruising, Groovy, Hip, Laid Back, Party, Promo, Radio, Romantic, Sensual, Sexy, Smooth, Street, Theme, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Flute, Guitar, Strings
BPM:
94
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Swamp Greens
Artist(s): M Theory
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Writer(s):
John Fumo (BMI) 33.34% / Randall Landas (ASCAP) 33.33% / Thomas P Walsh (ASCAP) 33.33%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 66.66% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.34%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Funk, Instrumental, R&B, Soul
Keywords:
City, Cool, Cool Cat, Cruisin, Danceable, Energetic, Exciting, Explosive, Feel Good, Feeling Great, Funky, Good Times, Groovy, Guitar Solo, Happy, Hip Cat, Party, Pumped Up, Retro Feel, Smooth, Soulful, Street, Strutting
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Keyboard, Organ, Percussion, Trumpets
Track Styles:
Production
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
102
Key:
B♭
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Wanna Be's
Artist(s): Ed Smith
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Writer(s):
Edward M. Smith (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Reality TV Moods & Emotions, Trip Hop
Keywords:
Alley, Barrio, City, Club, Dark, Drive By, Drugs, Gangsta, Gangster, Ghetto, Guns, Laid Back, Mean, Ominous, Prison, Reality TV, Scary, Street, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Clavinet, Drums, Guitar, Strings
BPM:
93
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Can You Feel It
Artist(s): Michael Young
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1960s, 1970s, Classic Soul R&B, Funk, Instrumental, Male Vocal, R&B, Rock, Soul
Keywords:
Alley, Bed Mix, Bell Bottoms, Black Panthers, Black Power, Blaxploitation, Boom Box, Celebration, Civil Rights, Club, Dance, Energetic, Fiery, Ghetto Blaster, Gritty, Motion, Old School, Party, Peace Rally, Promo, Radio, Soul Brother, Swagger, Urban, Watts
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Percussion, Saxophone
BPM:
108
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Can You Feel It
Can you feel it –
Can you feel it – can't stop you girl
Can you feel it – Yea she got the heat
Can you feel it – Watch me move my feet
When she move to the left
Gots ta move to the right – make me feel alright
When she move to the left
'M gonna move to the right – Ahhhh
Can you feel it
It's A Mardi Gras
Artist(s): David Morgan
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Calamari Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1960s, 1970s, Funk, Instrumental, Male Vocal, New Orleans, R&B, Soul
Keywords:
Bar, Bayou, Cajun, Carefree, Celebrate, Crescent City, Dive, Dixie, Earthy, Feel Good, Festive, French Quarter, Fun, Good Times, Gritty, Happy, Jukebox, Laid Back, Late Night, Louisiana, Mardi Gras, New Orleans, Oldies, Party, Pimp, Playful, Retro, Southern, Swamp, Travel, Vintage
Instruments:
Bass, Clavinet, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Solo Drums
BPM:
91
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
It's A Mardi Gras
IT'S A MARDI GRAS
Hey Everybody
It's A Mardi Gras
Hey Everybody
It's A Mardi Gras, yeah
Come on come on
Come on come on, yeah
Come on come on
Come on come on, yeah
Talk It Out
Artist(s): Barebones
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Dino Soldo (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Brandino Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1970s, 1980s, 1990s, Classic Rock, Classic Soul R&B, Dance, Entertainment News, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B, Soul
Keywords:
Bedroom, Classic, Club, Cool, Desire, Fun, Funky, Groove, Hip, Love, Party, Relationship, Seductive, Smooth
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Saxophone, Synthesizer
BPM:
100
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Talk It Out
Talk It Out
Free
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1970s, Classic Soul R&B, Entertainment News, Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Bar, Barrio, City, Cop Show, Dance, Energetic, Fun, Funky, Ghetto, Night Club, Party, Positive, Radio, Upbeat, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
95
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Free
FREE
VERSE 1
Free like Mississippi free like shorty when she miss me
Free like bent over the wheel of a range rover
My mama said my main mission is to be relaxed
Liberate your mind on the railroad tracks
Remember when the music had a deep impact
Laid back instrumental incidental to stimulate
The mental ima swing back and forth on the street be free
Float down the river come on come on
CHORUS
Free funk beautiful people aint no equal fly like a falcon
In the sky we feel free freestylin
New York city wilin
Fell free (repeat) doin your best takin the test
VERSE 2
Can it be a liberation of the soul we need
I know those politrickin' don't give a finger lickin
Damn about the common man and woman tryin to make it happen
In this land wheres the voice of reason in the mob season
I think pleasin politicians gonna make us slaves
They keep getting money don't care how they behave
People of the planet just smile stay brave
CHORUS
VERSE 3
Outlandish I make a stand like im the man they all depended upon
Put my pen upon the parchment and star ship I travel galaxies
Killin fallacies about realities probably a principality
A sovereignty is what we need im on flame like your weave
A grown protozoas take over speed systems of a junkie
Too many punks be actin like monkeys
But theres a new star risin in the sky tonight
F is for the fact were in full effect
R is for the roots don't disrespect
E is for exactly what we be
E is for equality that's how we see
Im a student of underground history
We gotta fly free for a new galaxy
CHORUS
Bring It On
Artist(s): Slur-P
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 33.34% / David Armitage (BMI) 33.33% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 33.33%
Publisher(s):
Tony Vose Music (BMI) 33.33% / Tech Styles Music (BMI) 33.33% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.34%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Hip Hop, Indie, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, Rap, Rock
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Barrio, City, Club, Cop Show, Dark, Death, Drive By, Drugs, Energy, Explicit Lyrics, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, Mean, Ominous, Party, Prison, Promo, Scary, Sex, Shooting, Sports, Street, Strip Club, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Synthesizer
BPM:
85
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Bring It On
BRING IT ON (Clean)
Man these little fools think they can step up and try to question my authority
Don't they know it's life or death out here in the city streets
Rockin' these gritty beats, please
Ill disease manifest in violent fantasies and tendencies to overreact attack and ransack villages the pillager like Ghengis Khan you relate the source of infinite hate that motivates a killer the shark the 24-7 hunter red eyes gleam search for the mark wak MC on pipe dream step to the cipher to sharpen my claws loosen some jaws give final rites say goodnight and send 'em home in a box my fight not I'm hyped ready for war check my arsenal and strap refresh ammo and head for the door want a firefight slide into the night a deadly shadow that could shift the stitch of the fates with one riff and unleash a massacre I'm blastin master assassin on the warpath can't hold back it's full blast comin ill to correct catch wreck and snap necks with some raw ass funk no need for special effects
Chorus:
Bring it on
You wanna play me
Think I'm crazy
I'm gonna show you
Blow you away
I can take anything you got
Shoot your shot wake up cause
I own this game
Lab explosion you're dozin I'm swingin for the balcony rows and your flows are stopping at your toes your sole projection you're clothes and watch chose to perfection grab the steel and your as real as 'its at a porno convention I outbox you one handed outfox at every twist and turn of my command of reckless abandon more shots landed your crew can't stand it watchin my underhanded tactics expose your need for more practice I'm sharp like cactus spikes light up the mike and rock block your weakness while I freak this hip hop true MC battle me and be left in memory or just forgotten as one more fate who's style is rotten you're a seed that never sprouted you never made the first stage when I engage I'm lethal as a twelve gauge at close range my battle axioms are razor sharp practice the dark arts I'll cut out your heart from the start your marked
Chorus
There's no escape from this reality just another casualty of combat better go back slow down your drum track in fact start from scratch cause your whole style is wak soundin like a Jack Kerowac crack flashback I react my instinct go for the throat I wanna hear you choke disappear in a cloud of my gun smoke <> hope defeated I'm top seated royally treated warnings should be headed true contenders needed I'll repeat it if I must stay weeded when I bust I outlast and outpace the enemy is crushed dust to dust ashes to ashes they all fall down retain my crown go down in history books and catch jealous looks take off my cape and dance around like godfather James Brown when you hear the funky sound you know its time to get down the mike burner bomb sparker drive the party insane so bring it on 'cause I own this game y'hear bring it to me
Chorus
Blunt
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Don Reynolds (ASCAP) 10% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Guerilla Funk Family Musicworx (ASCAP) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Barrio, City, Club, Cop Show, Dark, Death, Drive By, Drugs, Energy, Explicit Lyrics, Gang, Gangsta, Getting High, Ghetto, Guns, Marijuana, Mean, Ominous, Party, Pot, Prison, Scary, Shooting, Stoned, Stoner, Street, Urban, Weed
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Synthesizer
Year Recorded:
2003
BPM:
90
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Blunt
Blunt
Chorus
We drinkin wine till we insane
Then we poppin down something gonna fry your brain
Hit the table and we sniff up the cocaine
Then we kick it all back with da blunt, da blunt blunt
Repeat 1x
1st Verse
Me and the homies we run the streets from dusk till dawn
Party and pump we pimpin every night its on
We stay wit da greenery playa put it in the air
Rollin by the cops smoking homey we don't care
Six soldiers deep and every gangsta got his own pound
Got some chickens that like to blow
Spread it all around
Sprinkle some on Mr. Willy baby put it in her mouth
Dropped her back around the corner
She was cussin and poutin
But you know how we do it's a P Unit thang
The pimpin they get from me is from the top of the game
Get em high and then we toss em in packs leave em in fits
Everybody around this town knows our parties are it
We're the baddest of the bunch
Nobody even closer
This is Ghetto Fantasy Island
tub
Man this is the kind of night me and homies love
It's a wild scene boy, playa anything goes
Weed smoking homey ladies quick to come out their clothes
They'll do anything for it people humpin
Repeat Chorus
3rd Verse
You'd think I was Tony Montana look at all of this snow
Looks like Christmas on the table
Comes in a constant flow
Stay cool we stay full of them chemicals
Don't be a fool P Unit rules we give it to you gals
Smoking all day the coke got my heart racing' fo sho
Six breezies all satisfied another ready to go
The homies kicked back chillin telling old war stories
I'm peepin the scene while they revel back in their glory
The blunt's got em talking
Blow got the honies stalkin
A little white lightning get tha bras and panties poppin
So much wild stuff happenin too much for the average
It'll fry your brain
Sometimes it's hard to manage
Kick back wit da blunt blunt
Puff a blunt blunt
I know you're enjoying yourself no need to front front
Out of all the city crews we got the baddest groupie broads
They like the power and money
We only give em blow and rods
Repeat Chorus
Mr. Pork I'm the hoster
Everywhere
They just wanna have a good time
Kick a private affair
We ballin out of control the Unit doin it right
Come party with us I promise you'll be as high as a kite
There's 2 in back homey waitin aiminz to please
Drop her a ball she'll give it to you wet butt up on her knees
Repeat Chorus
Vamp
Smoke....
Smoke....
Smoke....
Smoke....
2nd Verse
The room is full of purple haze and towers of powder
We in the penthouse tower
Hit both broads in an hour
Man it's 4 a.m. and we been up around 22
She wanna bang on the balcony
Hot crack with a view
The penthouse is smokin'
People snortin China White
The unit's been known to drop 50G's in a night
It really don't matter we're a full service crew
We provide you the experience
Dog u know how we do
20 bikini booties bouncing all up in da
Repeat Vamp
Oakland Mississippi
Artist(s): M Theory
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John Fumo (BMI) 33.34% / Randall Landas (ASCAP) 33.33% / Thomas P Walsh (ASCAP) 33.33%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 66.66% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.34%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Funk, Instrumental, R&B, Soul
Keywords:
Big Apple, Chicago, Chill, City, Cool, Cool Cat, Energetic, Funky, Groovy, Harlem, Hip Cat, Laid Back, New York City, Retro Feel, Smooth, Street, Strutting, Suave
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Keyboard, Percussion, Trumpets
Track Styles:
Production
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
96
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Turn It Up
Artist(s): Second Son
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Axel Bauer (AKM) 50% / Nicholas Charles Moxsom (PRS) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1960s, 1970s, Funk, Instrumental, Male Vocal, R&B, Soul
Keywords:
Celebratory, Cheerful, Classic, Emotional, Encouragement, Falsetto, Feel Good, Festive, Funky, Groovy, Inspirational, Jukebox, Lively, Motivational, Optimistic, Party, Positive, Retro, Smooth, Soulful, Throwback, Wedding
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Organ
BPM:
91
Key:
F
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Turn It Up
Swimming in a blue sky
Cruising in my soul shine
Feeling like I'm so alive
Nothing's gonna break my stride
It's time to show the world my funky side
Stepping on a high wire
Gonna make a real change
I've got to let my angel breathe
Spread my wings and open wide
Let loose all the passion deep inside
CHORUS:
Turn it up
Gonna make the best of my life and times
Feel the fire running up my spine
Just turn it up
Turn it up
Everything's cool, everything's fine
I'm ready and it's time to shine
So turn it up
Having such a good time
Rolling like a soul train
Ooh, I can't get no higher
Rocking with my headphones on
I wish the whole wide world could sing along
CHORUS
Reach For More
Artist(s): Bamtone
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Briand Melanson (SOCAN) 50% / Scott Horton (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative Pop, Indie Alternative, Indie Pop, Indie Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop
Keywords:
Backyard, Chill, College, Drinking, Drugs, Encouragement, Free, Freedom, Funky, Groovy, Hazy, Hipster, Kick Back, Laid Back, Marijuana, Optimistic, Party, Positive, Psychedelic, Retro, Reverb, Rhythmic, Rooftop, San Francisco, Smooth, Summer, Trip, Uplifting
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Hand Claps, Keyboard, Organ, Strings, Synths
BPM:
115
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Reach For More
A new season is breaking
Got a new song for birds
Got all my fears to burn
Yesterday wasn't good to me
So gonna take all my chances now
Gonna find new romances now
Yeah, gonna find new romances
CHORUS:
Oh I hope we all find
What we're looking for
We all need to try
And do what we ignore
Come on reach for more
I just looked at you differently
Made me love you, made me see
That once you break that surface there's a possibility
Although I've been many places
I only remember a few
I know the ones to come will take pieces of me and you
BRIDGE:
Hey, hey, hey, I' m alright now
Got myself looking for better things
Hey, hey, hey, I' m alright now
Got myself looking for better things
Gratitude
Artist(s): Chuck Wansley
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Writer(s):
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1970s, Classic Soul R&B, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Motown, R&B, Soul
Keywords:
Bar, Black Power, Blaxploitation, Civil Rights, Club, Detroit, Family, Ghetto, Gratitude, Hopeful, Memphis, Motor City, Motown Sound, Nightclub, Old School, Overcoming Obstacles, Party, Peace Rally, Smooth, Thankful, Thanksgiving, Watts
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BPM:
89
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Gratitude
GRATITUDE
CHORUS
In this world of temptation - what you gotta do
Is show a little gratitude for all you've got
In a world of temptation - all you can do
Is show a little gratitude - gratitude
VERSE 1
You may not have a fancy house or car, well that's a fact
Tryin' to keep up with the Joneses, it's a monkey on your back
Brothers and sisters take a good look at your life
You got everything you need, it's gonna be alright
CHORUS
VERSE 2
You stand for what's right in a world of oppression
Instead of making war we need some peaceful intervention
Brothers and sisters, got so much in your life
You got all that you need to make everything alright
CHORUS
VAMP
Everybody's hangin' out...makin' the scene scene
Getting' high on life...livin' the dream dream dream
Side 2 Side
Artist(s): Spiderfingers
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Subcategories:
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Keywords:
Ambient Groove, Atmosphere, Beatnik, Bling, Bump, Celebrity, Chill, City, Classy, Club, Club, Cocktails, Cool, DJ, Dirty, Downtown, Drugs, Eclectic, Ethnic, Evening, Exotic, Ghetto, Groove, High, Joint, Laid Back, Nasty, Night, Party, Pot, Psychedelic, Relaxed, Sexy, Smooth, Sneaky, Spacey, Stoned, Street, Strip, Vibe Track, West Coast
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BPM:
93
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
We Faded
Artist(s): St. John
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Alley, Barrio, Chill, City, Club, Cool, Cop Show, Crunk, Dark, Death, Dirty South, Drive By, Drugs, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, Mean, Ominous, Party, Prison, Scary, Shooting, Smooth, Sneaky, Southern, Street, Trippy, Urban, Vibe
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
94
Key:
G♯m/A♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
We Faded
WE FADED
Chorus
We faded rollin in the escaladed
We faded rollin with them crunked up ladies
Verse 1
We rollin deep and we downright nasty
Eyes all crooked and the fashion is ashy
Smoking on foot long blunts
Pullin stunts in the backseat
Tags on the whip say '83
I got aluminum fronts and I walk like a pimp
When you see me comin lights dim
Talking to a Mexican say you love
Them puerto Ricans 100%
Im here to freak em out they stash
I don't give up the cash
Got a big old burner underneath the dash
Loaded with a quick clip and them big mouth
Big talk suckas don't say ish
But im cool like the pillows of them eskimoes
Got to pull down low to drop the ride I smash toes
Style on pro
Hands on froze
Hand me the microphone in a b-boy pose
Chorus
Verse 2
Laser scope jump rope move pounds of dope
Its pathetic how the product in the hood is narcotics
Spot it and I gotta get it glove that the hand fit
Faded like a flat top legit
We in the spot lookin downright classy
Mama come and ask me clean or he nasty
Comin with his team lookin mean and flashy
Aint got a minute to admit it im a gangsta
Getting rid of competition in the battle c'mon
Getting 6 figures for this song
I aint worried bout nothing cause im faded
Youre whole style and your flow is outdated
Keeping it on point I be lovin them ladies
Rollin in a black 600 mercedes
Swerving like Mel did in Malibu
Sippin on rum I aint no bum
Chorus
Pull em out toast and I bang bang it
Got nothing on the books
(mumbles)
Rub-A-Dub
Artist(s): G-$tack
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Barrio, City, Club, Cop Show, Dark, Death, Drive By, Drugs, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, Mean, Ominous, Party, Prison, Scary, Sex, Shooting, Street, Strip Club, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Synthesizer
Year Recorded:
2003
BPM:
86
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Rub-A-Dub
Rub-A-Dub
CHORUS
We go wild go wild - gonna do it supa freaky style
In the front back hot crack hump awhile
We pop the bub in the tub give it up
Gonna do the rub-a-dub, the rub-a-dub
When I'm up in da club
I like to Rub-A-Dub
Head straight to the bar, I'm blazed
I sip on some bub - I'm known
So all the honeys wanna give me some love
Every weekend G it's the same - It's never enough
10" inch long - They know they can't go wrong wit a thug
They know I plug - Lady's hollerin', Dog- I hammer the rug!!
It don't matter, cause any spot we in
We gon' win- Oooh!! Go head girl show me some skin
There it is!! Here we go!! Baby twerk your skirt
You may the perfect little somethin' to take back for some work
Hit the VIP- Give me some head – Get in her head
It's brains and money homey - Me, I don't need a bed
I like the way you girlin'
Crushed ice in your mouth
Slurp up on my nuts
This what's life's about
Turn around, let me hit it from back
It's wild in the club
Freakin' all night caught up in a Rub-A-Dub
It gets wild in the club
CHORUS
Repeat Pre Verse
Bounce baby's bouncing like a '64
I'm goin' for mine
Her but up off the floor
She got more bump than a little
Throw it back at me
This Magnum is aimed to please
I know it's hard to breath
I know they told I was thunderin'
Up in them walls
That's the only reason you back here
In a skirt with no draws
I'll give you what you need Girl
I stroke it mean
Dat crack hot, wet, tight
I can see the steam
I'm a P.I.M.P from a unit full of scrilla stackers
Don't leave your girl around me
Cause I'm a have to mack her
After about 10 minutes
We'll be in the back of the club
Trees in the air
Doin' all kind of freeky stuff
Like this one here
When I first saw here I knew she was a winner
Damn baby you freaky
She hit me with the sit and spinner
She said she want it on her face
I had to oblige
Pulled out gave her a taste
Shot the goo in her eyes
It gets wild in the club
So after the ep(isode), it's back to the bar
The rest of the ladie wanna do me
Just because I'm a star
I saw honey whisper somethin' to her girlfriend- her eye's lit up
She stepped away – now she wanna get stuck
She('s) lucky, cause I can last for hours
Keep goin' and goin'
Energizer bunny
All these broads is knowin'
That's what when she got the back
She shot a nod to the stairs
Next thing you know - Oooh!!
Baby girl drop
Hold it right there
Sit it on my lap
Damn its soft and wet!!
Turnover, spread them cheeks wide open
As wide as they can get
You're my second Private Dancer
And I'm enjoying the show
You can let your hair down
Let all your juices flow
She's moanin' - Man, I'm groanin'
The intensities growin'
Her crack is hot as a stove
And we both knowin
I'm only a couple bumps
From blowin' it out
I pulled out
She took monster out the Magnum
And made me put it in her mouth
Man it gets wild in the club!!!
Play For Keeps
Artist(s): G-$tack
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Barrio, City, Club, Cop Show, Dark, Death, Drive By, Drugs, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, Mean, Ominous, Party, Prison, Scary, Sex, Shooting, Street, Strip Club, Urban
Instruments:
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BPM:
90
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Play For Keeps
Play For Keeps
Chorus
I play 4 keeps
Don't mess with me
Better get out of my face
I'm the winner G
I own the street
Ain't gonna lose
Digging a plot
Gonna put you down six feet
Repeat 1X
1st Verse
I took ten shots, think you can roast da Dog!!
I keep the gat cocked creepin through the fog
Sneak up on ya like a shadow when we crawl
And leave ya leakin'
And ya mama screamin' dat I'm wrong
Ghetto reaper
Black Cape
Dog, I'm sinister
Nobody pull me off the task 'till its done
And I stay taxin' and I'm warnin' you all
My meat I like raw
Walkin' these streets you showin' ya gall
To think you could ball
If daddy's lookin' who ya gone call
Cause when I seen ya pull the 44 den BLAWWW!!!
I live above the law
I meant to throw her through the window, see..
It ain't about the green
Boy I'm a MEAN FIEND
Last week a new crew wit keys
They rolled around here flashy
Think they gonna bling bling
But I think not!!
Cause when dey came around my way
I jacked 'em den I cracked 'em
Cause ya boy don't play!!!
Repeat Chorus
2nd Verse
0:06:00 ya hopin' ya don't choke
Ya spot me floatin' through ya yard chokin' da smoke
You wanna run for some shelta but come up shote wit my dope
I come descendin' like I was wearin' a cloke
There's no where to runna when I swoop down on ya
Go for a collar left right stroke and you a gonna
Cause there's no roller
Shoot straighter
No greater
Darth Vader
If I walk through ya door
It's see-ya-later
I'm gonna shoot it it's ya turn to die
And let ya body rot
We known to peel on spot
That's how I keep a knot
Get ta duckin' when you see me
I'm 1 or 4 or 5 major villains on these streets
With chrome gleamin'
Cold deamon
Ol' gold leanin'
Head the toe tag team and I'm schemin'
Center of da scene
And We don't duck da law
187
You stepped on
And we da raw
Repeat Chorus
3rd Verse
Now I told you young dummies once
I'm a killa toe to fro
Grindin' all 12 months
While(space) I soldier servin' grief
Ya smoke to much
You want my flow stopped
Handle mine homicide end up chalkin when I touch ya
Done(space)
Fool and you can get ta shuckin' and duckin'
Quit son
It won't save you
Young peela
The hood don dada
And I'm willin' wit ya girl
If you think you comin' for my green
I'll rock ya world
All the street brawlers
Is green as my top dolla
Wit all the yay I'm movin'
I'm ballin'
I'm rotweiller
Fa sho' bet I load and lock bite ya neck (space)
You a ho
G's give cuz much respect
Cause I...
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