Tracks Similar To Spanish Fly
Freak
Artist(s): St. John
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Writer(s):
Richard Trapp (BMI) 50% / Steven Kyle Mack (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Alley, Barrio, Bouncy, City, Club, Dark, Drugs, Energetic, Ethnic, Exotic, Flirtatious, Freaky, Fun, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Good Time, Guns, Hot, Kinky, Laid Back, Mean, Middle Eastern, Party, Playful, Promo, Sexy, Sports, Street, Strip Club, Teen, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
96
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Freak
FREAK
CHORUS
Freak slow out of control
Bounce bounce and creep ya roll
Freaky funky like an animal
Gaze like a lazer on the dance floor
VERSE 1
Frequently we freak mc's that blows in the breeze from the west indies
Santeria mama mia my name is st.john let me tell ya little something
About my favorite position anytime I rock upon the microphone
Delicious souls quite nice my mind remains vicious
Nobody come test comin out of my lips watch a part
Of 'em flip see these particles rip don't start I'ma trip
This is part of my grip I hold the microphone like I got total control
Cause im sippin never trippin call me loco loco
Cause I got the need gotta need gotta feed them freaks indeed
Ya never heard me but ask Joey D hes like the king of kings
Hes got ridiculous rings ya never heard me but ask Joey D
CHORUS
VERSE 2
J to the O E to the Y diamonds so tight rock the Mic
Freak we keep beats run the streets
Shinin like from a mile away you can hear them say
GO DIAMONDS GO DIAMONDS
I got a soundtrack in my back pack
Walk slow cause I know youre feelin that
Turn the bass up almost get a heart attack
Id like to give a shout out my man budda black
L to the E to the G G O got the old school b-boy studio
We aint takin it back we so funky in fact
If you saw me on the street youd just have to laugh
Im a paradox like a 22 that you catch
If you really saw the stash then youd do the math
CHORUS
Down With Me
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Calamari Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Flirtatious, Hip, Hot, Laid Back, MC, Playful, Relationship, Romantic, Sensual, Sexy, Smooth, Soulful, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
88
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Down With Me
DOWN WITH ME
Come on make a move
I know you want it too
I wanna feel you down with me
Short stuff I like ya rockin it rough
It was a calm summer night so clean the rain came
You blow my mind with that divine smooth silhouette
Bet we could jet to Puerto rico
Freak those toes and not forget so I may come mention
On that evening want to smooth you with the feeling
Heaving somewhat revealing now are you feeling
Emotion damn I can conceive you and me weaving in the ocean
I can feel the friction love come between us
Is electricity after this night when I be missing you
You be missing me kissing each and every inch and touch
Available skin please commence to rolling those hips
Must be stolen from an Aphrodite Egyptian
In that position my new religion is just to keep you
Locked and clocked inside my vision
Come on make a move
I know you want it too
I wanna feel you down with me
You freakin it the right way freakin it the left
Breath to breath this effect doesn't need a complication
Yeah yeah what smoke provoke inter-dimensional
Sensual space travel unravellin meridian diamond in the island
I find your mind and its shinin' but after days of stress
And tribulation in this mess we need relation just to get high
Look inside my gaze you say the word and I stays and we lays out
Path with the math this equation makes sense
Just listen this is Switzerland what counts amounts
Of chips stacked so if you come around I know
You down with me and if ya down with me
Then I can see that we agree
Chorus
Baby You're My VIP
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Calamari Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, R&B
Keywords:
Flirtatious, Hip, Hot, Laid Back, MC, Playful, Relationship, Romantic, Sensual, Sexy, Smooth, Soulful, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
95
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Baby You're My VIP
BABY YOU'RE MY VIP
CHORUS
Tell me what you want from me
I can be your everything
I just want you close to me
Baby you're my VIP
You can call me day or night
Girl I wanna treat you right
I just want you close to me
Baby you're my VIP
Late summer afternoon boom
Zoomin in on an innocent face no trace of the streets
Never chased by police not creased by defeat
Beats hang in the air like heat lets meet in the corner
And discuss something maybe you got me locked down
Looking for something I used to mess around get player hated
Now I need a fresh girl that's sophisticated
Now I take you to the next level stay away from devils
I know how they hustle cause I used to hustle too
Coming up tough ain't nothing else to do
I'm tired of the schemin' yes I want to act true
Look into my eyes boo you know what to do
You and me alone without the rest of my crew
CHORUS
I used to hop fences now I drop my defenses
It senseless way these jokers try to run game
I'll take you away we'll never be the same
I try to talk soft get you next to me
When I feel you close it's like ecstasy
It vexes me can't fight destiny
You always been my little VIP
You see you make want to take it to the next degree
Jet down to Jamaica feel finally free
Smoke a little something talk philosophy
When I look into your face girl I start to dream
About how we can make it
I never ever fake it got no time to mistake it
You my little VIP girl let's see where we can take it
This is destiny
CHORUS
I never thought I'd make it to the top like this
I put you at the top of my list and pop cris
Now everybody put your hands up make a fist
Dedicated to my lady waitin for me
Patient for me when I'm on the road
Making that cheese waitin for seeds
To carry on my legacy to the nth degree
I'm a real man mic stand true MC
CHORUS
Let Me Take You Home
Artist(s): Mark Cross
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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:
Club, Dance, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B
Keywords:
After Party, Auto Tune, Bedroom, Bottle Service, Chill, Club, Commercial, Drinks, First Date, Flirtatious, Fun, Hot, Intimate, Love Making, Party, Passionate, Playa, Player, Playful, Radio, Raunchy, Relationship, Romantic, Sensual, Sex, Sexy, Smooth, Street, Strip Club, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Percussion, Synthesizer
BPM:
93
Key:
A♯m/B♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Let Me Take You Home
LET ME TAKE YOU HOME
CHORUS:
Let me take you home, don't cha know
Imma be the one for you
Gonna get you close, before you know
Gonna do that thing I do
Let me take you home, don't cha know
Imma be the one for you
Gonna get you close, before you know
Gonna do that thing I do
Let me take you home - let me take you home
Let me take you home - let me take you home
Hey girl wait a minute where you goin' now
Did I move on you too fast
Yea I know girl we just met now
But you're makin' me want you bad
Don't walk away ya don't have to be alone
I know you feel just like I feel
Stop playin' games save it for the bedroom
I'll make your fantasies come for real
Oh oh – oh oh
Turn it up don't turn it down turn it down
Oh oh – oh oh
CHORUS
Hey girl can't ya see I'm so into you
It's getting' late but we got all night
I'll make ya hot lemme find the spot now
I got the whip lemme take you for a ride
Such a hottie sexy little body
The way ya move drives me outta my mind
Baby lose your head slip 'n slide in my bed
You been wantin' it all this time
Oh oh – oh oh
Turn it up don't turn it down turn it down
Oh oh – oh oh
CHORUS
Imma be – imma be – imma be the one for you baby
Imma be – imma be – imma be the one for you baby
Imma be – imma be – imma be the one for you baby
Imma be – imma be
CHORUS
Who You Leavin' Wit
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, R&B
Keywords:
Club, Flirtatious, Fun, Party, Playful, Radio, Relationship, Romantic, Sexy, Street, Strip Club, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
96
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Who You Leavin' Wit
WHO YOU LEAVIN WIT
Chorus
Who ya leavin with? Im leaving with you
Where we goin girl? What we gonna do?
Just me and you
You make me feel so good
You make me feel so fine
Its gonna be wonderful
Its gonna be so right
V1
We could leave this summer and never ever recover
Im a lover drive a hummer black tint 26's
The mix is perfection check this selection
We roll like 50 deep saw ya man tryin to creep
When I looked at ya but you know its all done
From the moment I come through the front door
Bumbumbumbum baby like once more encore hardcore
Do you know whats in store have you screamin out
Like oh lord now you know how I roll my pocket looks full
Nothing less than a g make me comfortable
Chorus
V2
Its hot this spot is packed and full I lean back and pull
Hennessy and bull stay tilt but im built straight sensible
Try to check the effect of my glances pants is so damn low
Be like oh wont take you to a mo but a hotel penthouse
Amex be like oh well already got cris chillin' but you got to be willin
Look up at the ceiling when we smoke straight chillin its that
Feeling that I got back there in the spot like you would do anything
Never care what I got we both slipped out on the down low
Chorus
V3
Let me break for a minute just to tell you
How I went and stack chips so effectively
All those overnighters wanna get next to me
No time for the dime piece need piece of mind
Least most of the time don't cease when we meet
On the street im complete lets go slow mo
On the video I love it how we keep it on the low low
I'll Be On It
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Calamari Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B
Keywords:
Flirtatious, Hip, Hot, Laid Back, MC, Playful, Relationship, Romantic, Sensual, Sexy, Smooth, Soulful, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
112
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
I'll Be On It
I'LL BE ON IT
CHORUS
I'll do anything for you
Anything that you want me to
Just say the word and baby ill be on it
I'm the one's gonna treat you right
You can call me day or night
Just say the word and baby I'll be on it
Check ckeck respect how ya sweat
How ya fit them long legs in a black corvette
I seen ya kind of lampin' in the club like a champion
Fresh breeze oh please come squeeze only thing I need
Is your energy tight got game and philosophy
Distracted acted like you don't know me
Don't play games girl I'm on them things
Wanna try to test here's that diamond ring
Blackberry so you always know where to get me
Ya flip me head to toe you whip me
Anything you want girl you know
I won't front girl you know
I got game girl I ain't ashamed girl
But all that quits when you flip my name girl
CHORUS
Smell of ya skin drive a man insane
I wanna hold ya close when it starts to rain
Ya know I got ya back when you start to feel pain
Player like me man its kinda strange
You got me wrapped up I'll do anything
Rock it so nice then ya start to scream
Layin' in bed starin' up at the screen
I told you it was love girl you know what I mean
Lookin' like the cover of a magazine
Tell me what ya need break ya off that green
I got so many things you ain't never seen
Tell me what ya want girl you know
I won't front girl you know
Tell me what ya need I'll put ya mind at ease
Ya know my steez got paper like you wouldn't believe
Check these
CHORUS
Ya need it ya want it say the word and I'm on it
Got my number ding a ling
Girl I'll get you anything
CHORUS
Make Up Your Mind
Artist(s): Soul Planet Jazz Ensemble
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Writer(s):
Alfredo Rubalcava (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1980s, 1990s, Classic Soul R&B, Female Vocal, Funk, Hip Hop, Male Vocal, R&B, Soul
Keywords:
Bar, Barrio, Club, Cool, Cruising, Dance, Flirtatious, Fun, Ghetto, Groove, Hot, LA, Laid Back, Late Nght, New York City, Party, Passionate, Playful, Sensual, Sexy, Smooth, Soulful, Sultry, Vocal Sample
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Keyboard, Organ, Trumpet
BPM:
96
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Make Up Your Mind
Make Up Your Mind
It's time for decisions
Gotta Make Up Your Mind
Show You How
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, R&B
Keywords:
Club, Flirtatious, Fun, Party, Playful, Radio, Relationship, Romantic, Sexy, Street, Strip Club, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
95
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Show You How
SHOW YOU HOW
CHORUS
Im gonna show you
Im gonna show you how
We gonna rock all night
And keep it tight till the break of dawn
VERSE 1
Hot sweat ridin in my corvette
Im a veteran I need medicine start listening
Skin glistening from midnight to high noon
We could rent a room get it done like boom
I need some soon you got those fumes
Your profile looms in my head like what?
Im not nervous lampin on purpose
Gully like no other be how can I be of service
Come a little closer boy I wanna taste of it
Move a little closer boy im gonna make you sweat
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Rockin the mic and keeping it tight my tongue do little tricks
Have to pay attention when you lickin them lips
Like the way you walk away the way you move them hips
Move a little closer give this henny a sip
Flamed in the brain lets jet lets dip
Got a chocolate philly waitin out in the whip
Freak then slow then fluctuate
Had those moves on my mind since the very first date
CHORUS
VERSE 3
Im a man on a mission on a mission a man
Ill show you don't speak with my hand understand
Bang bang like an 808 in every state
Make minds vibrate don't wait
Lets make the club the room do shake with the weight
Im heavy like a pusher used to slang a little bit
I wanna be legit serve you up with criss
The way you speak sexy at the top of my list
Put a hundred grand worth of ice on your wrist
Never thought it'd be so hot like this
Sweatin in positions that be dangerous
Rock all night so tight like bliss
CHORUS
Nasty Girl
Artist(s): Stylz
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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:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, R&B
Keywords:
Club, Ethnic, Exotic, Fashion, Flirtatious, Fun, Hot, Middle Eastern, Mysterious, Party, Playful, Pulsing, Radio, Rhythmic, Romantic, Sensual, Sexy, Soulful, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synthesizer, Tabla
BPM:
140
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
I Know
Artist(s): St. John
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Dino Soldo (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Brandino Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Alley, Barrio, Chill, City, Dark, Drive By, Drugs, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, High, Laid Back, Mean, Ominous, Pot, Prison, Scary, Stoner, Street
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
110
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
I Know
I KNOW YOU NEED TO KNOW
Everything is in between the lines of time
Spawns the rhyme the kind of expansion of
Consciousness dances beat of the drum where
The words come from given a gun and explicit
Instructions function of livin is full of instruction
What if we act and subtract this distraction
A faction of us could erupt in conjuction
Open up minds into time and dimension
Extension of soul into powerful people
Soul sanctified soul my god how ya sent prevent
This to detain that
Chorus
It's a subtle battle the rattle of chains refrain
Is it they or them friend or enemy spiritually
Vacant dissipations is runnin the nation
I look back on the Jamaicans see that he was
Takin a risk to sift between the gifts he got
Friends got shot I seen affliction same as this one
In a separate state of perception minds locked down
This is got a soft spot slow of convention
Convincing wisdom isn't in the books or looking up
To crooks who trust that they're the same as us
Inside of that streams a separate dream each and every thing
Chorus
Let it all go
RAST
Booty Shakin'
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Don Reynolds (ASCAP) 10% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 45%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Calamari Music (BMI) 45% / Guerilla Funk Family Musicworx (ASCAP) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Booty, Bump n Grind, Chaos, City, Clown Dancing, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Crunk, Dance, Dark, Deep South, Dirty, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, East LA, Energetic, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Gypsy, Jail, Krump, Krump Dancing, Krumping, Mean, Mid East, Middle Eastern Influence, Mug Shot, NYC, Nasty, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Party, Prison, Radio, Scary, Sexy, South Central, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Upbeat, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
96
Key:
G
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Booty Shakin'
Booty Shakin'
Chorus
Get ya booty shakin'
Drop ya A to Floor
Shake ya Money Maker
Till I'm ready to Blow
Repeat 1X
Verse 1
Shake it, shake it, shake it
But baby don't break it, break it, break it
Oh my God I love to see you naked
I can't take it
Ya' let me put my hands on ya hips and now I'm snake bit
You need to quit
Make me wanna strip
I can imagine both our bodies drippin'
When I watch ya' booty dip I'm trippin'
Schemin' on how I'm gonna slip in
Make ya hips bend
I'm behind ticklin'
Ya pearl
Wit my stick in
We both grinnin'
The room's spinnin'
You know what you do
How you do
When you do that thang
Make me wanna buy you a rang!
Duckin my gang
The way you make my thang sang
I'd win a grammy category sprung
Got me in shower hung waitin' to plunge
Girl you da' one!
Uh Oooooh!
Homey there she go
Twirlin' on the danceflo'
Wit a rump deluxe
U see why I'm always in the cut smashin' it up?
Repeat Chorus
Verse 2
Girl it ain't fair how you do that there
Everybody starin'
Wit dem tight pants dat you wearin', ya chil'ren
Had to be fun to make
I'm dreamin' of missionary nights grippin' dem cakes
For goodness sakes
Could you give a young brotha a break
Better yet, give a brotha a taste
Put ya lips on my face wit haste!
Let me fill up ya space
Undeniably you one of the greats, what would it take?
I appreciate ya!
U got every dude sittin' up in da club
Wit da bitter beer face
But you know they scrubs
Yet you showin' me love
Let's raise up
We can do it in the tub
Hot oil body rubs
Shake it, shake it
Wherever you move, I'll take it, take it!
Girl you ain't heard?
I can run a thousand miles
Especially when I'm runnin'.... FROGGYSTYLE!!
Repeat Chorus
Vamp
"Bump, Bump, Bump, Bump"
I love the way ya booty's shakin' baby!
"Bump Bump, Bump, Bump"
You drivin' me crazy girl
"Bump, Bump"
Ya' waist is thin
Wit dem nice thick thighs
You can forget all dem other guys
You know dem chump's little willies won't fly!
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
I Want You Close
Artist(s): Renald Francoeur
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Writer(s):
Renald Francoeur (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Pop
Subcategories:
Club, Dance, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B, Urban
Keywords:
Care, Closeness, Club, Cool, Heartfelt, Hip, Hot, Kisses, Laid Back, Late Night, Longing, Love, Promise, Relationship, Romance, Romantic, Sensual, Sexy, Soulful, Tender, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
146
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
I Want You Close
I want you close (close)
I want you in my arms
I wanna to kiss you on your lips b-b-baby it's on
I want you close (close)
We've been waiting too long
N-N-N-N-Now (Now) I'm ready to go (Go)
I want you close (close)
I want you in my arms
I wanna to kiss you on your lips b-b-baby it's on
I want you close (close)
We've been waiting too long
N-N-N-N-Now (Now) I'm ready to go (Go)
Come on over, no need to be so far away
Don't go nowhere, you're gonna be happy you stayed
Baby everything you've waited for is finally here
I-I promise that you can trust me there's no need to fear
Come closer, my system is ready to blow
I was hoping this would happen a long time ago
I guess everything I've waited for is finally here
I-I-I promise that you can trust me there's no need to fear
Baby you, Y-Y-You already know (know)
Baby you, Y-Y-You already know (know)
You know that I like it, I know that you like it
Aint gonna wait any more now baby here we go
I want you close (close)
I want you in my arms
I wanna to kiss you on your lips b-b-baby it's on
I want you close (close)
We've been waiting too long
N-N-N-N-Now (Now) I'm ready to go (Go)
I want you close (close)
I want you in my arms
I wanna to kiss you on your lips b-b-baby it's on
I want you close (close)
We've been waiting too long
N-N-N-N-Now (Now) I'm ready to go (Go)
It aint over, not till we see the break of day
I can show ya, a really good time if you stay
Baby now you've got me speechless I got nothing to say
I-I-I aint gonna let anything get in our way
Come closer, my system is ready to blow
I was hoping this would happen a long time ago
I guess everything I've waited for is finally here
I-I-I promise that you can trust me there's no need to fear
Baby you, Y-Y-You already know (know)
Baby you, Y-Y-You already know (know)
You know that I like it, I know that you like it
Aint gonna wait any more now baby here we go
I want you close (close)
I want you in my arms
I wanna to kiss you on your lips b-b-baby it's on
I want you close (close)
We've been waiting too long
N-N-N-N-Now (Now) I'm ready to go (Go)
I want you close (close)
I want you in my arms
I wanna to kiss you on your lips b-b-baby it's on
I want you close (close)
We've been waiting too long
N-N-N-N-Now (Now) I'm ready to go (Go)
Get close (Close)
Move a little closer to me
Get close (Close)
Move a little closer to me
Closer to you, Closer to you
Get close (Close)
Move a little closer to me
Get close (Close)
Move a little closer to me
Closer to you, Closer to you
I want you close (close)
I want you in my arms
I wanna to kiss you on your lips b-b-baby it's on
I want you close (close)
We've been waiting too long
N-N-N-N-Now (Now) I'm ready to go (Go)
I want you close (close)
I want you in my arms
I wanna to kiss you on your lips b-b-baby it's on
I want you close (close)
We've been waiting too long
N-N-N-N-Now (Now) I'm ready to go (Go)
Noche Basilon
Artist(s): Alex Z
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Alex Zambrano (ASCAP) 50% / Dennis Nieves (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Latin
Subcategories:
Club, Dance, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Latin Hip Hop, Latin Hip Hop Rap, Male Vocal, R&B, Rap, Reggaeton, Urban
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Barrio, Beach, Caribbean, Cholo, City, Club, Cuba, Cuban, Cubano, Dance, Domination, Gang, Gangsta, Gangsters, Getto, Ghetto, Graffiti, Gritty, Guns, Hot, Humid, Hustlin', Immigration, Islands, Mexican, Mexico, Miami, Night Club, Night Life, Party, Puerto Rican, Puerto Rico, Rollin', Sex, Sexual, Sexy, South Beach, Spanish, Spanish Lyrics, Steamy, Street, Strip Club, Sweaty, Taking Over, Thugs, Tuff, Urban, Vato
Instruments:
Drums, Flute, Synthesizer
BPM:
96
Language:
Spanish
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Noche Basilon
Noche De Basilon
Llegamos a la disco para disfrutar
Compramos un par de tragos para calentar
Con rumbo a VIP para ya buscar
Un par de nenas lindas que quieran bacilar
De repente viene con su tumbao
Con una minifalda y un traje escotao
Me le pego y me rechasa de primero
Pero con mi presencia no resiste y le cortejo
Es sensual su belleza natural me lleva a la locura
Su forma de caminar y de bailar
Me comienza a provocar
Hago un segundo intento y no se pudo aguantar
Paramos de bailar nos despedimos al terminar
Oye mami Chula como nos vamos a encontrar
Ella me rechaso y no me importo
Fin de cuenta todo esto fue un vacilon
No se lo que paso mi mente se nublo
Con esa mamacita mi cuerpo se imnotizo
Entramos en calor hasta mi habitacion
Poco a poco fui callendo y con su cuerpo me envolvio (2)
Esa misma noche yo fui a buscar
Una nina linda me pude encontrar
Con unos chores blancos y un collar turqueza
Ella sabe que sera mi preza
se meneaba toda de una forma majestuosa
Es tan linda es tan buena como Diosa
Ella esta tan rica dulce y tan sexy
And she says that she's the one that makes me crazy
Para nada esa nena esta escapada
tiene todo lo suyo pero no comparte nada
Pero Mami yo soy el que manda aqui
Ella se me pego y me dijo asi
Emocioname
La toque, la abraze, la excite, la bese y pa' la cama la lleve
Asi concluyo la noche de party y derroche
Y yo sin ella manejando solo mi coche
No se lo que paso mi mente se nublo
Con esa mamacita mi cuerpo se imnotizo
Entramos en calor hasta mi habitacion
Poco a poco fui callendo y con su cuerpo me envolvio (2)
Noche De Vacilon
English Translated
We arrived at the club to enjoy
We bought a couple of drinks to bring the heat
Due to VIP and seek
A couple of pretty girls who want to party
Suddenly she comes with a tumbao
With a short skirt and a short dress
I approach her first and she refuses
and my presence will not stand up in courtship
It is her sensual natural beauty leads me to insanity
Her way of walking and dancing
I begin to approach
I make a second attempt and I endure
We do not stop dancing at the end we said goodbye
Hey Mami Chula and we will find
She rejections and I did not care
After all this was a party
Do not know what happened my mind clouded
With that my body She hypnotized me
We went to my warm room
Little by little I was falling and I wrapped her body (2)
That night I went looking for
A pretty girl I could find
With a white shorts and a turquoise necklace
She knows she will be my prize
bobbing in her majestic presence
She's so pretty as good as a Goddess
She's so sweet and so sexy rich
And she says That She's the One That makes me crazy
For anything that girl this trip
has everything you want, but does not share any
But Mami, I'm in charge here
She hit me and told me so
Thrill
The touch, the hug, the excited, the kiss and pa 'bring the bed
Thus ended the night of party and waste
And me in my car driving home alone
King Of Miami
Artist(s): Paco
Label: Black Toast Records
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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:
Dance, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Latin Hip Hop, Latin Hip Hop Rap, Latin House, Male Vocal, Places and Locations, R&B, Rap, Reggaeton, Urban
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Barrio, Bed Mix, City, Club, Club, Cuba, Cuban, Cubano, Domination, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Hot, Humid, Immigration, Latin, Mexican, Mexico, Miami, Night Club, Party, Puerto Rican, Puerto Rico, Sexual, Sexy, Spanish, Spanish Lyrics, Street, Strip Club, Sweaty, Taking Over, Tuff
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Percussion, Synthesizer
BPM:
95
Language:
Spanish
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Fast/Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
King Of Miami
King Of Miami
Ahora si, Miami
Me aprovecho que el de arriba iluminó
El camino de este crío que por rap se decidió
Perdonen si los ofendo
Pero ahora yo soy el que viene a dar las reglas
El King de Miami...
100% Urbano Latinoamericano
100% Urban Latin American
CHORUS
Si querías saber quien es el King de Miami ooo...
El King de Miami ooo... el King de Miami ooo
Pues aquí vengo yo
Si querías saber quien es el King de Miami ooo...
El King de Miami ooo... el King de Miami ooo
Pues aquí vengo yo
Dame campo que acá estoy descargando
Un ramo de versos que del cerebro están brotando
Lo que hay... son las migajas
En el ultimo vagón venia el de las alhajas
Y dices que conoces de esto... whatttt???
Y dices que masticas esto... whatttt??
No sabias que venia el más cabrón en esto
Por eso te lo rimo y lo digo bien honesto
King, King, King de Miami
Arrasando con como si fuera un Tsunami
King, King, King de Miami
Arrasando con como si fuera un Tsunami
King, King, King de Miami
Arrasando con como si fuera un Tsunami
King, King, King de Miami
Ya sabe Pá', Rey de Miami
CHORUS
Si querías saber quien es el King de Miami ooo...
El King de Miami ooo... el King de Miami ooo
Pues aquí vengo yo
Si querías saber quien es el King de Miami ooo...
El King de Miami ooo... el King de Miami ooo
Pues aquí vengo yo
Acá no se trata de quien es que copia
Acá el mas pegao es el King mi compa
El que trae más flow y brinda con copa
El que salio del barrio con ruido y con pompas
En los callejones derrotando agresores
Dando la razón porque no hay mejores
Simplemente saco lírica a lo bruto
En este campo tengo mi fruto
King, King, King de Miami
Arrasando con como si fuera un Tsunami
King, King, King de Miami
Arrasando con como si fuera un Tsunami
King, King, King de Miami
Arrasando con como si fuera un Tsunami
King, King, King de Miami
Ya sabe Pá', Rey de Miami
CHORUS
Si querías saber quien es el King de Miami ooo...
El King de Miami ooo... el King de Miami ooo
Pues aquí vengo yo
Si querías saber quien es el King de Miami ooo...
El King de Miami ooo... el King de Miami ooo
Pues aquí vengo yo
No le han dado la corona pero todos ya lo saben
Es el King de Miami el que lo lleva suave
Son millones en los bancos
Lo conocen por sus autos
Lo conocen por su yate
Lo conocen por sus casas
Lo conocen por su plante
Lo conocen por sus Grammys
Y todos sus diamantes
Lo conocen por sus chicas
Lo conocen por su aguante
CHORUS
Si querías saber quien es el King de Miami ooo...
El King de Miami ooo... el King de Miami ooo
Pues aquí vengo yo
Si querías saber quien es el King de Miami ooo...
El King de Miami ooo... el King de Miami ooo
Pues aquí vengo yo
Yoooo Directo desde Costa Rica para Miami
Tu sabes Pá'
Acá no se trata de ver quien copia
Comienzo con la historia
ENGLISH TRANSLATION
Here we go Miami
Thanks to the one above
Sorry if i offend you
But now I'm the one who sets the rules
The King of Miami...
100% Urban Latin American
CHORUS
If you wanted to know who is the King of Miami ooo...
The King of Miami ooo... the King of Miami ooo
Well here I come
If you wanted to know who is the King of Miami ooo...
The King of Miami ooo... the King of Miami ooo
Well here I come
Make room for here I come letting loose
A bouquet of verses are flowing from my mind
Everything else is just crumbs
The last train was full of jewels
And you say you know about this... whatttt???
And you claim to know the drill... whatttt??
You just didn't know the
So I'll rhyme it for you and I'll be honest about it
King, King, King of Miami
Taking over as if I were a Tsunami
King, King, King of Miami
Taking over as if I were a Tsunami
King, King, King of Miami
Taking over as if I were a Tsunami
King, King, King of Miami
You know man, King of Miami
CHORUS
If you wanted to know who is the King of Miami ooo...
The King of Miami ooo... the King of Miami ooo
Well here I come
If you wanted to know who is the King of Miami ooo...
The King of Miami ooo... the King of Miami ooo
Well here I come
Its not about who is the copy cat
Its about who is the best, and thats the King, my friend
I have the most flow, and toast with a cup
I came out of the barrio with noise and a show
Defeating agressors in the alleys
Making sure its known that there is no one better
Lyrics come to me like crazy
You reap what you sow in this business
King, King, King of Miami
Taking over as if I were a Tsunami
King, King, King of Miami
Taking over as if I were a Tsunami
King, King, King of Miami
Taking over as if I were a Tsunami
King, King, King of Miami
You know man, King of Miami
CHORUS
If you wanted to know who is the King of Miami ooo...
The King of Miami ooo... the King of Miami ooo
Well here I come
If you wanted to know who is the King of Miami ooo...
The King of Miami ooo... the King of Miami ooo
Well here I come
No crown has been given, but everybody knows
He's the King of Miami, taking it slow
Millions in the bank
Known for his cars
Known for his yacht
for his houses
Known for his stand
He's known for his Grammys
And all his diamonds
He's known for his girls
He's known for his endurance
CHORUS
If you wanted to know who is the King of Miami ooo...
The King of Miami ooo... the King of Miami ooo
Well here I come
If you wanted to know who is the King of Miami ooo...
The King of Miami ooo... the King of Miami ooo
Well here I come
Yoooo Straight from Costa Rica for Miami
You know it now man
It's not about who is the copy cat
Here starts the story
She Love To Freak
Artist(s): Cash El Principe
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 33.34% / Luis Rivera (ASCAP) 33.33% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 33.33%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 16.67% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 33.33% / Booli Mooli Music (ASCAP) 16.66% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.34%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Latin, Latin Hip Hop, Latin Hip Hop Rap, Male Vocal, R&B, Rap, Spanglish, Spanish
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Arrest, Barrio, City, Club, Compton, Cops, Death, Downtown, Drive By, East LA, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Latin American, Mean, Mexican, Mexico, Miami, NYC, New York, Outrage, Prison, Rage, Rape, Riot, Sexual, Sexy, Shooting, South Central, Street, Strip Club, Struggle, Zumba
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Lute, Synthesizer
BPM:
140
Language:
Spanglish
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
She Love To Freak
She Love To Freak (Spanglish)
Chorus:
She love to freak in the front
She love to freak in the back
She love to freak – freak
(Give it to me give it to me)
Freak in the front
She love to freak in the back
She love to freak – freak
(Give it to me give it to me)
Ohh ohh – she love to
Ohh ohh – she love to
Ohh ohh – she love to freak – freak
Verse 1
Hey little girl quiere un caramelo
Tolalo por que sabe bien bueno
I like the way she get down
Her booty is circulo y grande
Se mueve al sonido
The greatest pound for pound
Ensenarte como soy freak, freak
I'm the best around
I know she like that pole
Nena loca touch your toes
Los tiene hypnotize
The way she move those big thighs
Meneando side to side
Moveindolo up and down
Oh girl stop tempting me
Tenteando
Verse 2
I like you to come with me
Oh baby, I'm begging please
La semana pasada
Try to freaking tease me
Just
One more sip of that Patron
Girl dontcha let me drink alone
Ven sentarte by my side
Para sobar rub your thigh
I want you to show me how
Nena me tiene estoquiro
Let's see how low you go
Bailando on top of that pole
Empujando, jalando girl
You driving me loco
Girl driving me loco
Bridge:
Push pull grab da pole girl
In out make 'em shout
Fi'ty dolla make 'em holla
Doggie colla balla wanna
Push pull grab da pole girl
In out make 'em shout
Fi'ty dolla make 'em holla
Make 'em ho....
She Love To Freak (English)
Chorus:
She love to freak in the front
She love to freak in the back
She love to freak – freak
(Give it to me give it to me)
Freak in the front
She love to freak in the back
She love to freak – freak
(Give it to me give it to me)
Ohh ohh – she love to
Ohh ohh – she love to
Ohh ohh – she love to freak – freak
Verse 1
Hey little girl do you want carmel
Touch it cause it taste good
I like the way she get down
Her booty is round and big
She moves to the sound
The greatest pound for pound
I can teach how I am freak, freak
I'm the best around
I know she like that pole
Crazy girl touch your toes
She has them hypnotize
The way she move those big thighs
Shaking side to side
Moving up and down
Oh girl stop tempting me
Tempting
Verse 2
I like you to come with me
Oh baby, I'm begging please
Last week
Try to freaking tease me
Come and sit by my side
So I can rub your thigh
I want you to show me how
Girl you got me stuck
Let's see how low you go
Dancing on top of that pole
Pushing, pulling girl
You driving me crazy
Girl driving me crazy
Bridge:
Push pull grab da pole girl
In out make 'em shout
Fi'ty dolla make 'em holla
Doggie colla balla wanna
Push pull grab da pole girl
In out make 'em shout
Fi'ty dolla make 'em holla
Make 'em ho....
She Got It
Artist(s): Stella Mwangi
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Writer(s):
Stella Nyambura Mwangi (TONO) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Dance, Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Bar, Celebrity, City, Club, Competition, Compton, Confident, Downtown, East LA, Energy, Fashion, Flirtatious, Gang, Ghetto, Girl's Night Out, Gritty, Groove, Hot, Miami, NYC, New York, Night Club, Paparazzi, Party, Positive, Radio, Rebellious, Red Carpet, Runway, Sexual, Sexy, South Central, Star, Street, Strip Club, Struggle, Style, Stylish, Territorial, Tough, Wild
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
140
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
She Got It
SHE GOT IT
Yeah the girl got it, I got it, some of them got it, some of them don't, I got it bad and I'm a tell the world about it
Whether you Asian or European,
American or African
That's African not Afri-can't, I tell 'em Yes I can!
Let you know where, where I'm coming from
Get to know me so you can know what I'm going for
Always standing up tall never laying low
Girls like me don't wait for your call, we-
We'll fin our way inn
Walk through no stumbling
If you wonder what's hot what's cooking now
Gotta be beats from Rumblin
And a girl so fly who you kidding
We be up at the top of the building
Elevating up to we on the next level
They wanna know about it so a girl tell them
Ain't suppose to rap cause am a woman
Do the thing I do, that takes two men
Oh yes the girl got it (and they wanna know about it)
Tell me bout a girl who you know flyer
Tell me bout a girl who got more fire
I know one I'll pass that by ya
Me! If it ain't you a liar liar
Cause your pants on fire
They don't believe you they won't buy it
Let me be me and do what I do be
Walk in my shoes you'll get too tired
So hey, we don't play
And they agree to what I say
On any day in any way we shine so bright we cannot fade
I'm coming back home, feeling like a heated stove
Some people still don't know (and they wanna know about it)
Bring it back no I ain't done with
Girls like me don't stop to we finish
So hitting on me please don't be silly
Your town too small to get at big city
Yeah yeah, the girl got it
Don't really take too much to spot it
Yeah yeah the girl got it
(And they wanna know about it)
Go Getta
Artist(s): Stella Mwangi
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Writer(s):
Stella Nyambura Mwangi (TONO) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Dance, Electronica Dance Club House Trance, Entertainment News, Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Bar, Celebrity, City, Club, Competition, Compton, Confident, Downtown, East LA, Energy, Fashion, Flirtatious, Gang, Ghetto, Girl's Night Out, Gritty, Groove, Hot, Miami, NYC, New York, Night Club, Paparazzi, Party, Positive, Radio, Rebellious, Red Carpet, Runway, Sexual, Sexy, South Central, Star, Street, Strip Club, Struggle, Style, Stylish, Territorial, Tough, Wild
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
120
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Go Getta
GO GETTA
VERSE 1
No, I can not wait
When I see what I want, keep my head on straight
I gotta get going now, can't stay here
So I gotta let you know I ain't got no fear, cause
Ain't no mountain too high
I climb on it like that's my ride
Let me put my cape on my back
Let'em know that a girl got it down like that
I was, born in the village
Now look at her flying over big cities, really
Aiming after that mille
To hell what you say I gotta push it to the limit, limit
Is up to you if you in or not
But I'm, speeding up to the wheels gone drop
It doesn't seem you will see me later
I got to get going to the next, haters
CHORUS (2X)
Ain't staying here or there,
Don't think you will see me later
Ain't staying here or there,
Don't think you will see me later
Cause I'm that go getta
I gotta go get it
Yeah I'm that go getta
I gotta go get it
VERSE 2
I gotta go get it, punches I roll with it
Proud when I get to say, look ma your girl did it
No freebies, no handouts
Can't get what you want what you hand out
I grew up on hard work so I know better
Even as a brat dad called me a go getta
High risk no low better
Even hatters put their hands in the air at the show with her
Cause I'm cool like that
Do what I want break a rule like that
Can't hang around so I can't chit chat
Boy you gotta find a girl who is down with that
Cause I, work hard look fly at the same time
Spell who I am for ya and even the name rhymes
S-T-E-L-L-A
G-O-G-E-T-T-A
CHORUS (2X)
BRIDGE
I'm that G-O-G-E-T-T-A, A-A-A (2X)
G-O-G-E-T-T-A, A-A-A-A (2X)
CHORUS (2X)
I Don't Wanna Say Goodbye
Artist(s): The Five Degrees
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Writer(s):
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
Pop
Subcategories:
1990s, Ballad, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B
Keywords:
Boy Band, Breakup, Club, Dreamy, Goodbye, Happy, Joy, Laid Back, Late Night, Love, Positive, Relationship, Romantic, Sensual, Sexy, Slow Dance, Smooth, Soulful, Urban, Valentine
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
88
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
I Don't Wanna Say Goodbye
I DON'T WANNA SAY GOODBYE
I wish I told you what I never could say
I want to hold you but you're so far away
I wish I showed you just how I care
But now you're gone with all the love we shared
You're everything, my heart and soul
I need you girl, I love you so
CHORUS:
Oh baby it's no lie - I never thought I'd make you cry
Please stay by my side
'Cos I don't wanna say goodbye
Why was I such a fool
You know I'd give the world for you
Let's try one more time
'Cos baby I don't wanna say goodbye
You were the angel that stole my heart
I should have told you right from the start
You were my heaven, my shining star
But now that you're gone I'm all alone in the dark
So every night I hope and pray
That our love won't slip away
CHORUS
Tell me the words to say - I want to make it right
Tell me it's not too late
Because I need you back in my life
CHORUS:
EXTRA CHORUS:
Baby it's no lie -- girl now don't you cry
Please stay by my side
'Cos I don't wanna say goodbye
Why was I such a fool
You know I'd give the world for you
Let's try one more time
'Cos baby I don't wanna say..... goodbye
No, no -- I don't wanna say goodbye
Shoot That Hoop
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1980s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arena, Barrio, Basketball, Boastful, Boom Box, Bouncy, Cheerleader, City, Club, College, Competition, Courtside, Drive, Energetic, Energy, Fans, Fun, Game, Girls, Good Time, Groove, Hoops, Hot, Party, Pass, Playful, Playoffs, Positive, Radio, Retro, Rivalry, Shot, Slam Dunk, Sports, Stadium, Street, Swagger, Team, Upbeat, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
116
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Shoot That Hoop
SHOOT THAT HOOP
Chorus
Come on baby shoot that hoop
Come on come on you know how to do it now
Verse 1
Pass the rock im the one on the block
With the smooth jump shot
Make the females hot
Cool breeze and 360's make the crowd scream 'ahhh'
On the blacktop im the sure shot with the flat top
Makin these fools knees pop
Im the street MC the underground king
Had the fresh moves at the age of 13
What ya wanna know about the way I swing
Hook shot while they beat box takin over ya block
Aint nothing better in the hot hot weather
Runnin all day mek ya mind feel better
Make that shot then make that cheddar
Fools come at me talk that smack
Money where the mouth that's where its at
Chorus
Verse 2
I shoot the hoop drop & swoop mix & match
Make em feel the truth drop & roll
Cause im in control pop that flip that finger roll
You know who I do this for love them ladies
Make me crazy make me wanna get up in the morning and dunk
Roll around hot with the rock in the trunk
Drive the lane and ill block that junk
Rip them moves like wilt the stilt
Got a game that I play like dr. J
Ima make you shook if you get in my way
Ima drain that shot like smooth hip hop
I can play all day rock all night
The man on the mic cause my game is tight
Keep it comin nice like you knew I might
Chorus
Verse 3
Come on and lets do it do it
Youre gonna break through it through it
Pass pass block that block that shot shot
We get we get hot hot
Wicked on the block like an astronaut
Pick and roll out of control alley oop
Then we give and go
Shoot that shoot that hoop I mean
Everybody love it when I drain that 3
She Gives It All
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, R&B
Keywords:
Club, Flirtatious, Fun, Party, Playful, Radio, Relationship, Romantic, Sexy, Street, Strip Club, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
120
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
She Gives It All
SHE GIVES IT ALL
CHORUS
She gives it all to me yeeaahhh
She gives it all to me every night
She gonna pour it all over her sweet sweet love
She gives it all to me from heaven above
VERSE 1
Stop that train hot like flame
Burn my brain walk that way
Shift stop roll with the wiggle in the spot
Stop rock whistle shell never be caught
By a player like me switch up my game get a fame degree
Sittin in the corner with a PHD
I see you have looked at me freeze flip
Move them lips bend over strip take em off them hips
Why waste your time with me cause girl I will
Shake that world lunatic to benefit
Politic I make it sick
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Raindrops don't stop hip hop
We caught like a shot goin off
I was hit this is it this it
Where'd it go in my hip that's hip
These thoughts in my head am I dead?
She spit words land like lead
Too good to be true play it cool
Not a fool im cool
Done with tricks im not slick don't trip
Don't rock don't flip come off it
Not a prophet
Drop profits don't stop it
More often than not
You make me stop make me rock
Drop top is on my brain
Little belly button drive a man insane
CHORUS
Baby come tell me secrets maybe
The we can freak it lazy fast slow oh good lord
Return of the Hustla'
Artist(s): St. John
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Writer(s):
Richard Trapp (BMI) 50% / Steven Kyle Mack (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Alley, Barrio, California, Chill, City, Dark, Drive By, Drugs, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Girls, Guns, Hustler, Mean, Ominous, Prison, Scary, Smooth, Sneaky, Street, Strip Club, Urban, Vibe, West Coast
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
90
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Return of the Hustla'
RETURN OF THE HUSTLA
CHORUS
Back on the street back holdin' heat
Back rollin deep claiming 213
It's the return of the hustla
VERSE 1
Time to shuffle my steps as I shuffle the deck
I could inspect get rep or just pop pop with the TEK
In the soft top I forget did you plan to get wet
Did ya wanna throw ya set up on sunset in the 'vette
When I happened to jet step pop you cant forget
With ya last breath last scream caught up in ya chest
What they didn't tell ya this is the wild wild west
Never smoke stress only chronic up in this
They'll put ya to the test hustla gangsta flip bricks
Doin' dirty ish at the hit of a switch caught up in the mix
Now ya doin 2 to 6 what happened to the clique?
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Now its time to smoke reflect get checks and some respect
By the same fools wanted you hangin by the neck
Now its kiss kiss and pound pound the sound comin'
From every speaker every truck in every town
The sound gets drowned out the moment you found out
The snakes in the grass made a pass for your cash
In a suit and a moustache it's the same game different name
Gotta be a hustla every single buster gets turned into dust
I don't trust much people I see evil it sucks out ya soul
In the whole wide world ya know and im ready to blow
Sky high head to toe I feel it and peel it back skin contact
With the gat strapped ready to scrap im an attack cat
Catch that fever head to the receiver messages come in
Like the vestiges of an age old sedative meditative
CHORUS
Play For Keeps
Artist(s): G-$tack
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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, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, Mean, Ominous, Party, Prison, Scary, Sex, Shooting, Street, Strip Club, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Synthesizer
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...
My Lady
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, R&B
Keywords:
Club, Flirtatious, Fun, Party, Playful, Radio, Relationship, Romantic, Sexy, Street, Strip Club, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
100
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
My Lady
MY LADY
CHORUS
I wanna show you that you are my lady
I wanna show you everything you are to me
I wanna hold you cause you are my lady
I wanna show you everything you are to me
VERSE1
Baby girl tight curls in my world like
Bright light shinin deep into my night might
Keep you in my sight days I participate
In your life like a true man should boo
Wanna demonstrate populate activate
When they see us all these thugs wanna player hate
I remember when we first met first date
I was late kinda wild when I thought of you
Long tall its not just freefall lamped in the
Whip talked and thoughts came across
You was soft I was off in my mind like
Good lord whats this gift sittin next to me
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Day one get it done havin fun
Deep inside my middle say she's the one
Gotta keep my game tight I know we last all night
We don't fight just communicate everyday
By the way im on my way to the top babe
We could ride in a dropped '63 babe
In a California breeze love the way you smoke trees
Sexy funky like Jamaican or Haitian girl
Im makin these papers my girl gets the best
I try to confess sometimes my word gets a mess
See you in that black tight midnight dress
One in a million brazilian chameleon
CHORUS
VERSE 3
Step back soul clap its for real that
Way you look at me I leave its not easy
Fasheezy its breezy my heart does flips
Way you walk down the beach and with ease move them hips
Loose lips sink ships we keep it so low
Down deep everybody want to know oh
Wher'd they go dipped out again at midnight
Back to the crib you know you make me feel right
I got some things some diamond rings
You caught some blings and then made me sing
This is the real thing girl I don't care
You and me are lovely in the atmosphere
CHORUS
Lost My Mind
Artist(s): St. John
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Writer(s):
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
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Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Alley, Barrio, Chill, City, Club, Cool, Cop Show, Crunk, Dark, Death, Dirty South, Drive By, Drugs, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, Mean, Ominous, Party, Prison, Scary, Shooting, Smooth, Sneaky, Southern, Street, Trippy, Urban, Vibe
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Synthesizer
BPM:
92
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Lost My Mind
LOST MY MIND
CHORUS
I done lost my mind lord can you help me find it
Get down down come and turn around (repeat)
VERSE
With the.44 come through the door get dough
Snatch ends like a fiend know what I mean
Serpentine dreams my whole team seen things
You wouldn't believe jail tat's on the sleeve
Smuggling drugs in cavities these thugs be jugglin'
Hustling talking about pimps with bricks in the back
Of the whip I think quick in my mind so sick
That they wanna lock me up give me medicine
Like im a veteran seeing things I hallucinate
About plates made of platinum and I flatten them with flows
And I love those hoes where my nose goes lead me to the rainbow
Pot 'o gold bend down touch ya toes
But ya cannot hear me though
I love playa haters im ya mind invader
CHORUS
VERSE 2
I lost my train of thought it jumped the tracks jump back
Semi-automatic in the hands of a lunatic
Spittin counterfeit mamuscripts im poundin fists
Reading all them lyin lips I used to say stack chips but its played out like space ships
Old like them flows don't they know im low pro
I sneak no doz on the way to poconos
Smoking those sticky elbows drinkin mickeys with a straw
Quick on the draw smoke pall malls climb walls stand tall
If you can even stand at all im so close to an overdose in Soho
Fond foes and I make em witness im takin care of business
Im writin up a hit list sofit this bullet proof vest real close to ya chest
I hold a dart against ya neck and make ya hold ya breath
My best friend my homepiece my man is death
No time left no time for them threats this time
Ima get mine ima drink mad wine in the summertime
Im alive like theres 5 minutes left
CHORUS
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