Tracks Similar To Big And Bad
Rock The Block
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, Boastful, Boom Box, Bouncy, City, College, Drinking, Drive By, Drugs, Energy, Flirtatious, Fun, Gang, Girls, Good Time, Groove, Hot, Night Club, Old School, Party, Playful, Positive, Radio, Retro, Sexy, Street, Strip Club, Swagger, Upbeat
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
95
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Rock The Block
ROCK THE BLOCK
CHORUS
Rock the block - get the party on
Rock the block - 'til we get it done
Rock the block - girl shake that hump
Feel that thing goin' bump bump bump
Rock the block - get the party on
Rock the block - 'til we get it done
Rock the block - girl shake that hump
Feel that thing goin' bump bump bump
verse 1
bass starts shakin that 808
all the people in the place
with a smile on they face
got speakers and tweeters makin you vibrate
can you feel it in ya feet all the way to ya face
I just love rockin partys lookin out at the hotties
In the black spandex or them ripped up jeans
Im the ruler of the mic king of the scene
I can make the whole block rock like a fiend
I can make it so nice seem like a dream
CHORUS
Verse 2
Pour my drink on ice and ill make you scream
Fellas in the place just grab that lady
It don't really matter if you rollin Mercedes
Rock that body make the girlies go crazy
Don't stand on the wall lookin stupid and lazy
Take a chance do the dance as im rockin the block
Aint no other like me rockin this hip hop
Im the best MC in the place to be
CHORUS
Verse 3
Certified by makin this party swing
Im the best in the west best in the east
I can make the old ladies get up from their seats
Make the leaves start shakin up in the trees
Ladies be lovin make em weak in the knees
Paris Tokyo London belize
I rock around the world like you wouldn't believe
Christmas In The Hood
Artist(s): St. John
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45%
Category:
Holiday
Subcategories:
1980s, 1990s, Christmas, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Boom Box, Bouncy, Celebration, Cheer, Christmas, City, College, Elf, Elves, Energetic, Energy, Exciting, Family, Fun, Good Time, Groove, Groovy, Happy Holidays, Old School, Party, Playful, Positive, Presents, Presents Under The Tree, Radio, Retro, Santa Claus, Sleigh, Snow, Snowmen, Spirit, Street, Swagger, Teen, Upbeat, Urban, Winter
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Sleigh Bells, Synthesizer
BPM:
120
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Christmas In The Hood
I been around the globe
Like you thought I would
Now I'm back with the fam
Christmas in the Hood
I been all around the city
And it's understood
That we blessed and so fresh
Christmas in the Hood
So yo approach real close
And listen up real good
If you down with the sound
Christmas in the Hood
HO HO HO yo what did I see
It was a bunch of little dudes
Runnin' around in the street
They had pointy ears and funny hats
And bells on their feet
I was trippin' maybe flippin'
Oh snap! Its Christmas eve
As I approached now they done ghosted
Disappeared in the breeze
I put down what I'd been drinking
To myself I started thinking
Are those lights that I see blinking
Up there in the sky
And now walkin' down the block
Here go those 3 Wise Guys
Now Granny hookin' up those ham hocks green beans
Turkey stuffin' there's my cousin smells like evergreens
Those stockings hanging up they are my Aunt Irene's
And yo coolin' on the couch was this dude I'd never seen
He had a big white beard & a big jelly belly
Sippin' egg nog with my favorite Aunt Nelly
I said where you from man now you look real cold
He said you could find him kickin' it up at the North Pole
I said welcome back Cringle he said its all good
This is my new jam man CHRISTMAS IN THE HOOD
On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Some mistletoe and a kiss on the cheek
Mistletoe Mistletoe HO
Mistletoe Mistletoe HO
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
Ain't Supposed To Do
Artist(s): St. John
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1980s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Alley, Bad Kids, Boastful, Boom Box, Bouncy, Bragger, Breaking Rules, City, College, Drinking, Drugs, Flirtatious, Fun, Gang, Getting In Trouble, Good Time, Groove, Naughty, Old School, Party, Playing Tricks, Prankster, Street, Swagger, Teen, Trickster, Trouble Makers
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
90
Key:
D
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Ain't Supposed To Do
AINT SUPPOSED TO DO
Chorus
The greatest feelin that you ever knew
Is doin what you aint supposed to do
Foolin your dad or messin with your brother
Is fun until you get busted by your mother
Tyin the dog to the neighbors cat
Now you know your gonna get in big trouble for that
But sometimes a guys gotta break the rules
Doin what you aint supposed to do
Verse 1
Late one Saturday evening rollin around the hood
You wont believe what I was seein
The first thing I saw was a couple of hustlers
Shootin craps mouths yappin like a couple of busters
Sippin on something from a brown bag
They had chains round they neck and they looked real mad
Hey shorty whats your name keep a look out
I said my mom said I had to go to a cook out
He said listen up quick you could make some money
Buy something nice for that little cute honey
His breath smelled kinda messed up and funny
So I ran down the street left him lookin like a dummy
Everywhere I go in my neighborhood
Theres always someone tryin to get me up to no good
I cant hide up in my house stay away from my crew
So tell me what the heck am I supposed to do
CHORUS
Verse 2
Tell me what youd do if you were little old me
All at home alone and I spy some keys
I wanna roll out lookin key low g
So I roll into my room strap jordans on my feet
Start up moms car and im playin some beats
Next thing you know im rollin down the street
Everybody seems like theyre lookin at me
I drive up real slow to this girl I see
Shes lookin real nice on her ten speed
I said get in lets go downtown
She looked at me like I was kind of a clown
Boy don't you know you bout toi get pulled over
Rollin all slow in that busted up nova
I looked behind me and what did I see
But those red and blue lights catchin up to me
The only thing I though about was my moms
And when I got home shes gonna drop the bomb
CHORUS
Police Goin' Down
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Don Reynolds (ASCAP) 10% / Nick Vincent (ASCAP) 45%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Guerilla Funk Family Musicworx (ASCAP) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1980s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angry, Arrest, Back Alley, Barrio, Boastful, Boom Box, Chaos, City, Club, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Death, Drinking, Drive By, Drugs, Energetic, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, Hard, Jail, Killer, Mean, Mug Shot, Murder, Night Club, Old School, Police, Prison, Rebellion, Retro, Revolt, Revolution, Riot, Scary, Shooting, Street, Swagger, Thug, Tough, Urban, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
96
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Police Goin' Down
Police Goin' Down
Chorus
Police goin' down
They gonna feel my pain
I hear a siren
It's makin' me insane
Police goin' down
Cause killin' brothas gotta stop
Let's ride
Gonna find me a cop
Let's ride
Gonna find me a cop
Verse 1
Why we always funkin wit da boys in blue?
Them cowards always come around harrassin' duke
Make me wanna grab the sawed-off and bust
They betta wear dey vests
Because in guns we trust
We great the triple K's wit da AK's
Homey's on da roof pot shottin' e'ry day Aye Aye!
Punk police protect our neighborhood?
Wit dey boots on our necks
Boy I wish dey would
Try to Rodney King me
See me on TV
Face down 8 cops
When I gave up at Freeze!
But a young brotha's life means next to nothin'
To these donut eatin' chumps
They can think we bluffin'
Whether blood or cuzin'
It's our time for huntin'
Let me tell you wick-wack rollers some'n
We tired of shakedowns and brutality
We'll protect and serve ourselves you da enemy
Repeat Chorus
Verse 2
The ghetto bird's roamin'
I can hear the shots
As here dey come again
Terrorizin' the block
Who gave dese leeches the authority
To steal our civil rights keep us on our knees
If I'm chillin' on da corner- with the gang injunction
I'm in an orange suite
It takes a lot of gumption
To treat a whole race
Like dey caught a case
I know dem cowards love it
It's all on day face
It's terror on the streets
Yet they screamin' peace
There'll never be peace wit the blitzkrieg police
They'll run up in ya house and start sprayin' bullets
A no-knock search made my grandma pull it
Poorly executed rip on an informant's tip
Wadn't no drugs in her house
She was 86
When dey finally hit the news that night on CNN
I smell a cover-up
Dem boyz is at again!
Repeat Chorus
Verse 3
Undercover police
The harassment won't cease
I know dey tryna get me
That's why I tote heat
When da cops is comin'
Hollow-points we dumpin'
I'm tryna leave 'em front seat of da car slumpin'
You gotta understand the pain
400 years of pillagin'
Slavin' wit no gains
We tired of eatin' dirt
Plenty bills but no work
You can call it what you wanna
They dirty! – The Truth Hurts
Repeat Chorus
XMAS
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Holiday
Subcategories:
1990s, Christmas, Hip Hop, Holiday, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Boom Box, Bouncy, Carefree, Celebration, Cheer, Christmas Tree, City, East Coast, Exciting, Family, Fun, Ghetto Blaster, Good Time, Happy Holidays, Hood, Old School, Party, Playful, Positive, Presents, Retro, Santa Claus, Sleigh, Snow, Snowmen, Spirit, Street, Swagger, Winter
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Music box, Sleigh Bells
BPM:
94
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
XMAS
Let's light, the tree up, illuminate, the whole block
let it shine, so Santa knows where to stop
got stuffing and the gravy, coming off the stovetop
carolers singing while the jingle bells rock
deck the halls, deck the halls, wreath on the door
I can drink as much eggnog as you can pour
with cinnamon, putting ribbons on a box
plus I got the fireplace lined up with socks
spark it up, frankincense and myrrh
jack frost nipping so I'm rocking toques and furs
I make snow angels in a bboy stance
I don't need a toboggan just the seat of my pants
watch me rock it, y'all, watch me rock it
hold the mistletoe for a kiss, don't drop it
I hope Santa knows and he's impressed
I ain't been a good boy, I been the best
CHORUS:
X, M, A, S
what makes winter so fresh
X, M, A, S
digging into presents making a mess
X, M, A, S
sugarplums and the turkey sweats
X, M, A, S
now that's what makes winter so fresh
here we go, here we go, let it snow, let it snow
candy cane on the brain let the champagne flow,
looking outside it's like shaking up a snowglobe
stuff my stockings with goodies please no coal
throw confetti up, it's a party with poinsettia
turkey got me lying down, belly up
little drummer boy drummin the funky drum
pa rum pum pum pum, popcorn string strummed
chestnuts roasting, sugarplums dancing,
gingerbread house crashed for the icing
hanging ornaments, tinsel and trimmings
it's kinda chilly, even Frosty got mittens
watch me rock it, y'all, watch me rock it
hold the mistletoe for a kiss, don't drop it
I hope Santa knows and he's impressed
I ain't been a good boy, I been the best
Wild And Freaky
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:
Action, Beat Street, Boom Box, Breakin', Celebration, Club, Dance, Energetic, Fun, Ghetto Blaster, Old School, Party, Radio, Sexual, Sexy, Street, Strip Club, Thug, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Keyboard, Synthesizer
BPM:
117
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Wild And Freaky
WILD AND FREAKY
CHORUS
Its wild and freaky such a crazy time
Its wild and freaky the girls are so fine
Its crazy they all wanna be me
Just come on down they getting wild and freaky
VERSE 1
I WAS CHILLIN ONE DAY IN THE HOT SUMMER SUN
Lookin good just maxin on my street havin' fun
I seen this girl named daisy walkin down the block
Man she switchin lookin fine and I love the way she walk
so I said hey baby come lets kick it girl lets talk
she said what ya want ya just lookin at my butt
I aint gonna lie I like the way you strut
Come inside lets see whats what
Ill play some jams have you in the cut
Pour some drinks call ur freaks
Ill call my boys and well bring the heat
CHORUS
VERSE 2
I had the party jumpin as the sun start to set
Now my boys got the tables and the dj is fresh
Next thing you know we got the whole darn set
Everybody just chillin and we aint got to jet
Party jumpin heart thumpin people bumpin start to sweat
Now the beat becomes hypnotic and the girls are so erotic
Babe you mine you my narcotic im the super dopest
Chillest wildest mc in the spot
CHORUS
VERSE 3
She said ok man I couldn't believe
Man my rhymes so smooth I got the player steez
I don't brag just boast just straight cool breeze
I got ten fine ladies tuggin at my sleeve
Now just sit right back chill relax
You know we came to rock jump up
now touch your toes shake that thing
While I bust these flows
Crazy lazy freaky deaky so amazing
Out the speakers side to side
With the bump and grind
She so fine she bust my mind
Upside Down
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1970s, Entertainment News, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Bouncy, Club, Cop Show, Energetic, Flirtatious, Fun, Funky, Good Time, Hot, Party, Playful, Relationship, Retro, Sexy, Teen, Upbeat, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
102
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Upside Down
UPSIDE DOWN
CHORUS
Everything goin upside down yeah
Everything goin upside down you know its gonn be all right
A new game
VERSE 1
Why ya wanna turn my whole world around
I was tryin I was dyin' wanna hear that sound
This is another day feel a ray of sunshine
Divine I wanna tell you everything on my mind
I got flipped started to trip started to slip
But that was way back in the day new tricks up my sleeve
Like you wouldn't believe I cant breathe baby down on my knees
On the streets
(givin it up party down) baby girl im all turned around
now im gonna play a whole new game
hey hey
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Beggin please baby please put my mind at ease
You know im done messin around with them young ladies
Need relief new peace new breeze in the trees
Jump jump bump bump party people want want
A new day new phrase new blaze hot
Dancefloor spot where I wanna work it out
Keep it crunk keep it gully with my little bitty filly
Keep a little silly now im on top of the world
(livin it up party down) yeah girl were gonna party down
CHORUS
VERSE 3
Look girl understand with the mic in my hand
Im a sky up light up the whole big city
Need a committee with fifty to let 'em know
I'm gritty I don't pity other people we are
Upside down in this round round world
I was lost now found got a pearl of a girl
Party people if ya feelin me now everybody scream
CHORUS
You're So Stupid
Artist(s): St. John
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1980s, 2000s, Comedy, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Alley, Bad Kids, Barrio, Boom Box, Bouncy, Bragger, Breaking Rules, City, Club, College, Comedy, Fun, Funny, Getting In Trouble, Girls, Good Time, Grade School, High School, L.A., Naughty, New York, Night Club, Odd, Offbeat, Old School, Party, Playful, Playing Tricks, Prankster, Quirky, Silly, South, Street, Teen, Tongue in Cheek, Trickster, Trouble Makers
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
120
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
You're So Stupid
You're So Stupid
Chorus
You're so stupid
Really dumb
You're so stupid
Don't know how come
Verse 1
I met this little girly round the way yesterday
She said youre stupid i just met you
You dont even know my name
No doubt im not the science type
But even when im wrong im right
This birdy looked at me like i was drunk on medication
Like im sittin in the baby pool in the front yard for vacation
Girl i kick that special ish
You got that scratch and i got the itch
Chorus
Verse 2
I think my new name is delish
Gimme 9 trys and ill make a swish
So even though you think im dumb
I walked down the street while im chewin gum
I used to be hard but i lost my gun
Now i pop lock when i battle its fun
Lost the whip so i have to run
Got no degrees no mercedes
Sneak some champagne on the bus
Little old ladies lookin envious
Gimme 50 cents you could party with us
I dont mean to
Chorus
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
What Up
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, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Bouncy, Club, Energetic, Flirtatious, Fun, Good Time, Hot, Old School, Party, Playful, Retro, Rowdy, Sexy, Teen, Upbeat, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
100
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
What Up
WHAT UP
CHORUS
What up lets rock this party
H2 limo and a case of Bacardi
Ladies in the back seat gonna act naughty
You know we rock the spot
What up get high supersonic
Me and the crew like to twist the chronic
2004 hip hop bionic
you know we rock the spot
VERSE 1
Turnin' it out in the club with Jamaican rub-a-dub
The ice from my neck reflects the bubbles from the bub
Strip off them clothes girl climb in the tub
Full body rub then it gets x-rated
Never kiss and tell gotta keep it understated understand
Im debated all around the world
Black skin white skin and Indian girls
Travellin' around and putting it down
Bein a clown makin the sounds
Too many people to put in equal stereo scenario
Why ya wanna be hater jealous of me
Don't think the game that comes with fame don't also
Come with envy
Gotta pay attention did I mention that its real
Come on everybody make em hot make em peel
Off come the tops man that's how im gonna steal
The ladies make em crazy gang star mass appeal
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Thinking about the rhythm keeping my seat in the middle
Two tender vittles to the right and the left
Holdin my breath that was the last hit left
Hookin up some more green and the branches
And bounce across the stanchions
Dreamin' about mansions time for expansions
Aint no way that we could ever roll with less than fifty
Plus we got the gift B makin people shifty
Party people pushin possibilities for me
Gimme the mic any night rock it right
Just to get a sight of me
Have to pay fifty G increase the artery
Like you won the lottery
Got these hotties with bodies
Beside of me thinking about is heavenly
Sheezy with the bubbly trying to get
In trouble see the only way ill ever be makin them hits
Make you party the crews about to get
CHORUS
WHOA OH WHOA OH WHOA OH
CHORUS
Beat Of The Street
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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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, Entertainment News, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Action, Beat Street, Boom Box, Breakin', Celebration, Club, Dance, Energetic, Fun, Ghetto Blaster, Old School, Party, Radio, Sexual, Sexy, Street, Strip Club, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Keyboard, Synthesizer
BPM:
132
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Beat Of The Street
BEAT OF THE STREET
CHORUS
It's the beat of the street
We gonna keep on movin yeah we aint gonna stop the groovin
It's the beat of the street
We gonna keep on poppin there aint no stopping us
VERSE 1
Up lock around the block
Non stop movin cuz my crew don't stop
Bring it all night ima bout to pop
Crazy on the dance floor they want more
Yo homeboy what ya lookin at
Tease your girl like a kitty cat
Ya know she gonna wanna gimme that
My styles so fresh and my laces fat
If ya wanna battle then I got the map
Six step the top rock centipede when im in the spot
Rock steady comin heavy
Papi you aint really ready
Me and the crew got the old school chevy's
Back front side to side
I even pop lock in the ride
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Don't come up in my hood now I thought you understood
Now freeze lock breakers get in your spot
Windmills butterfly kicks fakers punks gonna make you quit
When I throw that turtle all in the mix
Suicide like karate flicks
Swipe flare shuffle step
We number one cuz you know the rep
Two turntables and you start to sweat
Never gonna be that crazy set
Head lock while we down lock
We in control when we in the spot
Dj keep that beat on top
Hope this beat don't stop
Chorus
VERSE 3
YO Bboys and bgirls
Now pop lock all around the world
We keep it street we rock the beat
We got the style and the moves are sweet
Octopus to the king tut
What ya know about the robot what
Smooth it out struttin poppin
Boogaloo and we boogy down
Backslide to the moon walk
How we move how we talk
You might get an electric shock
Robot all up and down my spot
CHORUS
Fire Girl
Artist(s): CaiNo
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Writer(s):
Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 50% / Scott Horton (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Pop
Subcategories:
Dance, Entertainment News, Funk, Indie Pop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Neo Soul, Nu Disco, Pop, Pop Rock, R&B
Keywords:
Action, Attitude, Attraction, Bold, Bright, Burning, Celebration, Club, Cocky, College, Confident, Cool, Cop Show, Dance Floor, Desire, Drinking, Driving, Energy, Excitement, Fiery, Fire, Flirtatious, Fly, Fun, Funky, Gang Vocals, Groove, Groovy, Hot, Hot, Light, Lively, Loose, Party, Playful, Promo, Retro, Rollicking, Rooftop, Seductive, Sexual, Sexy, Summer, Throwback, Top Down, Upbeat, Wedding
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Clavinet, Drums, Electric Guitar, Hand Claps, Horns, Keyboard, Organ, Synth, Tambourine
BPM:
122
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Fire Girl
She looking good
got all the things that I want
she misunderstood
Cause she get everything that she wants
so they think she's mean
Cause she strut around like a Queen
I want to bow down at her feet
but when I get nearer I feel the heat
I'm warming up
Just a little touch and I guarantee
she going to take you to the 3rd degree
CHORUS:
I call her fire girl
cause she's hot
I call her fire girl
cause she burn the spot
she's a fire girl
make sure you learn
don't get too close to her
or you might get burned
She looking fly
got everything that you need
No she ain't shy she
she gonna rev it up to full speed
she like it fast
she like the wind going through her hair
she all mine I'm trying to share
but when she lit up I don't have a prayer
she warming up
Just a little touch and I guarantee
she going to take you to the 3rd degree
She burning up
I tried to warn you
She burning up
It's getting warmer
She burning up
I tried to warn you
When this girl get goin she heat it up like a sauna
Party Until The Sunrise
Artist(s): CaiNo
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Writer(s):
Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 50% / Scott Horton (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Pop
Subcategories:
Dance, Entertainment News, Funk, Indie Pop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Nu Disco, Pop Rock, R&B
Keywords:
Attraction, Celebration, Club, Cocky, College, Confident, Cool, Dance Floor, Desire, Drinking, Driving, Energy, Excitement, Flirtatious, Fun, Funky, Groove, Light, Lively, Loose, Party, Playful, Promo, Retro, Rollicking, Rooftop, Seductive, Sexual, Sexy, Summer, Swagger, Throwback, Top Down, Upbeat, Wedding
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Keyboard, Synth
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
122
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Party Until The Sunrise
Tell me are you down
To take a ride around town with the top down
Hit up the shops and let you shop until you drop out
If all that mattered was the present would you give up stressing and maybe just rock out
Take a shot, take a chance with me
All I wanna do is see if you can dance
To the rhythm that'll set you free
You don't need another one and done romance
But just a night of letting go
Let the moon light up the floor
And the stars are chasing
Time is racin'
Just a little more
CHORUS:
Let the light wash over the hills
Nothing else matters but the way that we feel
And if you're ready we can go, Oh Oh
Just trust your body and party until the sunrise
Tell me did ya know
That if you let it all just go it's so freeing
Just make it last and be the passenger to feeling
If all that mattered was the moment would you hold it closely or just keep on dreaming
Take a shot at the bar with me
All I wanna do is see if you can move
To the music be part of the beat
No fear let loose nothing to prove
Just a night of letting go
Let the moon light up the floor
And the stars are chasing
Time is racin'
Just a little more
Liquor Flowin'
Artist(s): St. John
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Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
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Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Pop
Subcategories:
Club, Dance, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Bar, Boom Box, City, Club, College, Crunk, Drinking, Drive By, Drugs, Drunk, Energetic, Energy, Frat Party, Fun, Gang, Liquor, Night Club, Playful, Shots, Spacey, Street, Strip Club, Swagger, Teen, Trippy, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Keyboard, Synthesizer
BPM:
84
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Liquor Flowin'
Keep the liquor flowin' (gettin' drunk drunk)
Keep the party goin' (ev'rybody doin' SHOTS!)
Keep the liquor flowin' (gettin' drunk drunk)
Keep the party goin' (ev'rybody doin' SHOTS!)
Keep the liquor flowin' (gettin' drunk drunk)
Keep the party goin' (ev'rybody doin' SHOTS!)
Keep the liquor flowin' (gettin' drunk drunk)
Keep the party goin'
Shot 1 shot 2 shot 3 shot 4
We already kinda twisted when we walk in the door
Jack, Jim hen gin goose hit the floor
All these trick chicks wanna ask for more
They want purple hooter shooters they aint got no dough
So gimme the bottle wait mama ask for 4
Now we cant see straight say ho lets go
We got that cazadores Don J and Patron
We don't play with alize leave that cris alone
Your girl asked me to teach (to teach)
How to go have sex on the beach (on the beach)
Do a shot then we get that nookie
Taste sweet like an oatmeal cookie
Doin' body shots straight like a rookie
Boy that 151 it done and straight shook me
Now we gonna get drunk fist pump like Snookie
Keep the liquor flowin' (gettin' drunk drunk)
Keep the party goin' (ev'rybody doin' SHOTS!)
Keep the liquor flowin' (gettin' drunk drunk)
Keep the party goin' (ev'rybody doin' SHOTS!)
Keep the liquor flowin' (gettin' drunk drunk)
Keep the party goin' (ev'rybody doin' SHOTS!)
Keep the liquor flowin' (gettin' drunk drunk)
Keep the party goin'
Pound for pound these ho's pros
Climbing on anything that got flows
Do shots get drunk I suppose
We can go and get ya outta them clothes
By the way girl can you stretch & grab your toes
Liquor make it quicker seal the deal then close
If you grab my microphone I know
Then you with it and I'm with it lets go
Chocolate cake dr. pepper on fire
Gimme lemon drops on the rocks cuz I ain't tired
Now we mix that rock star its got me wired
If you tell me you ain't drinkin' you a liar
Imma take 5 more then retire
All of my crew we getting much higher
Now we got that liquor flowin' all night
Do a shot freak don't speak that's tight
Keep the liquor flowin' (gettin' drunk drunk)
Keep the party goin' (ev'rybody doin' SHOTS!)
Keep the liquor flowin' (gettin' drunk drunk)
Keep the party goin' (ev'rybody doin' SHOTS!)
Keep the liquor flowin' (gettin' drunk drunk)
Keep the party goin' (ev'rybody doin' SHOTS!)
Keep the liquor flowin' (gettin' drunk drunk)
Keep the party goin'
I Got To Have That
Artist(s): Crystal Web
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
Pop
Subcategories:
Dance, Electro, Electronica Dance Club House Trance, Entertainment News, Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, J-Pop, Japanese Language, Pop, Rap, Techno
Keywords:
Aggressive, Attitude, Bar, Bed Mix, Beverly Hills, Bling, Booty, California, Celebrity, City, Club, Club, College, Commercial, Confidence, Confident, Consumerism, Dance, Desire, Downtown, Ecstasy, Ecstatic, Energetic, Energy, Exercise, Exuberant, Fame, Fashion, Flirtatious, Frat, Fun, Greed, Groove, High School, Hollywood, Hot, Japan, Japanese, Mature, Miami, NY, NYC, Nasty, Need, New York, Night Club, Paparazzi, Party, Party, Pole Dancing, Positive, Powerful, Promo, Radio, Reality Shows, Reality TV, Red Carpet, Runway, Sexting, Sexual, Sexy, Shopping, Spotlight, Star, Status, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Style, Stylish, Teen, Texting, Tokyo, Upbeat, Wealthy, Young
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
124
Language:
Japanese
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
I Got To Have That
I GOT TO HAVE THAT
Chorus:
I got to have that – I got to have that
I got to have that – I got to have that
Get me Gucci get me Prada
I like Dolce and Gabanna
It's exotic so erotic (My exotic is erotic)
I get everything I wanna
The rich come to play
On the Champs-Élysées
Fly Paris to LA
In Versace Shades
Chorus:
I got to have that – I got to have that
I got to have that – I got to have that
Got a nasty little itch
Boy your filthy stinkin' rich
Ridin' shotgun in your plane
Getting' loose on fine champagne
I'm a super sonic rider
I want you to take me higher
I'm Nirvana, million dollar in your wallet yea
Give it to me – I love that bling bling bling bling
Give it to me – yea I want it
CHORUS
You're Dangerous
Artist(s): PeaceLove
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Category:
Pop
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B
Keywords:
Bouncy, Club, College, Dance Floor, Drinking, Energetic, Flirtatious, Fun, Good Time, Grind, Hot, Party, Playful, Red Carpet, Relationship, Runway, Sexy, Strip Club, Style, Teen, Upbeat
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
114
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
You're Dangerous
YOU'RE DANGEROUS
You're a mystery to me girl
So intoxicating
My world is spinnin' 'round now
Someone please help me
The room is getting' hotter
Don't know how we met
Didn't mean to start a fire
Girl you make me sweat
CHORUS:
Girl you're dangerous
You're addicting me
Girl you're dangerous
It's way too much
You keep hitting on me
It's a crazy situation
Don't know up from down
Such a sexy invitation
Love the way it sounds
Yeah you're turning up the heat girl
And your body says go
Now I shouldn't say yes girl
But it's too hard to say no
CHORUS
Sex U
Artist(s): PeaceLove
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
Pop
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B
Keywords:
Bar, Bouncy, Club, College, Dance Floor, Drinking, Energetic, Flirtatious, Fun, Good Time, Grind, Hot, Party, Playful, Red Carpet, Relationship, Runway, Sexy, Strip Club, Style, Teen, Upbeat, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
116
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Sex U
SEX U
Girl you move so fine
Yeah girl you blow my mind
Girl you move so fine
Yeah girl you blow my mind
I wanna sex u
I wanna do what you want me to
I wanna sex u
I wanna do what you want me to
Do what you want me to
Bring it – come on – bring it – give it to me girl
Move it on the floor
Yeah girl I want you more
Move it on the floor
Makes me want you more n more
Party Time
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1980s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Action, Beat Street, Boom Box, Breakin', Celebration, Club, Dance, Energetic, Fun, Ghetto Blaster, Old School, Party, Radio, Sexual, Sexy, Street, Strip Club, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Keyboard, Synthesizer
BPM:
131
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Party Time
PARTY TIME
CHORUS
Everybody out on the left get your hands up in the air
Everybody out on the right wave it like you just don't care
Now we aint never gonna stop keep it goin all night
Yeah this is how we do it yeah its party time
VERSE
Wave your hands up in the sky left to right side to side
Im the mc with that rhythm right girls are fresh the beat is tight
What ya gonna do its Friday night
Gonna rock to the rhythm like dolemite
That sexy mamas out of sight lean and mean
So darn fine
Like to know you if you got the time
That beat shakin all in your spine
Time to party if you girls don't mind way you move is just so divine
Aint no party like a west coast party cause a west coast party don't quit
Don't forget that east coast party cause an east coast party don't stop
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Now the beat keeps rockin champagne poppin breakers lockin
The girls are jockin feet are stompin here to Compton
The heart is pumpin party jumpin bass is thumpin
Now aint that something keep on bumpin all night long
Party stay dope when I rock this song
Aint nothing wrong with a little bit of junk inside the trunk
When you feel the beat man gotta eat so im runnin these streets
Hustling to the hip hop im the tip top the best
I came here to express rock the mic I am so fresh
CHORUS
VERSE
NOW BBOYS AND BGIRLS its party time
All the breakers and rockers its party time
Keep it going all night cuz its party time
You know it feels so right
Party people in the place party people
Just feel that bass come on come on
Its all night long now party people lets rock this like
Always be the dopest flyest pimp so don't you test
Now ladies you know I am so fresh
The fellas say oh yeah
The ladies say oh yeah
We be the super magalistic freaks we rock it all night long
CHORUS
Gonna Fly Tonight
Artist(s): Derek Butler (feat. St. John)
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Club, Dance, Electro, Entertainment News, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop
Keywords:
Anthemic, Attitude, Bar, Beverly Hills, Booty, Celebratory, City, Club, College, Commercial, Confidence, Confident, Downtown, Ecstasy, Ecstatic, Energetic, Energy, Exercise, Exuberant, Fashion, Flirtatious, Frat, Fun, High School, Hollywood, Inspiration, LA, Los Angeles, Mature, Miami, Model, Modeling, NYC, Nasty, New York, Night Club, Nightlife, Party, Pole Dancing, Powerful, Privileged, Promo, Radio, Rich, Runway, Sexting, Sexual, Sexy, Shopping, Street, Strip Club, Style, Success, Teen, Texting, Top 40, Upbeat, Uplifting, Wealthy, Win, Winning, Work Out, Young
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Percussion, Synthesizer
BPM:
125
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Gonna Fly Tonight
GONNA FLY TONIGHT
Chorus
We gonna fly tonight
Gonna take it high tonight
You know we feel allright
Nothings gonna bring us down
Verse 1
So hot so fresh so free
Finally be who we be
Sky up high to the galaxy
I see you you see me
Bounce baby bounce baby
Like to the ounce baby
Big up the spot to the maximum
Pump up the bass
In ya face & the drums
People on the planet
wanna come and get some
African to the Mexican
From who we am out to japan
I know ya understand
That we gotta demand
All the pieces of the puzzle
Fit into a big plan
Gonna fly up high
And we never land
Chorus
Verse 2
We rock this pretty party
She got a pretty body
This place be packed with the hotties
Make me wanna go and do something naughty
We shake never shook we cool
Sippin on yak in the back of the pool
Feelin kinda nice actin like a fool
We act brand new but we roll old school
I need hot beats off the streets
Time to make ya dance
Time to move ya feet
Passion smashin movin mixin
Freezing flippin freakin fixin
I cant stop cuz im on a mission
Stayin on top baby what im wishin
Up in the sky lets keep it high
Chorus
Bridge
This could be the start of something good
(repeat)
we stop we drop we roll
we wanna get outta control
we stop we drop we roll
we takin it outta control
we lifted we sky up
we get so get so high up
flip to the top of the galaxy
to the top of the galaxy
chorus
Go Getta
Artist(s): Stella Mwangi
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Publisher(s):
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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)
Keep The Joint Rockin'
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Bouncy, Club, Energetic, Flirtatious, Fun, Good Time, Hot, Party, Playfu, Playful, Promo, Retro, Sexy, Sports, Teen, Upbeat, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Synthesizer
BPM:
104
Key:
C♯m
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Keep The Joint Rockin'
KEEP THE JOINT ROCKIN'
CHORUS
Here it come y'all can you feel it? (repeat)
Were gonna keep the joint rockin (repeat)
Every night
Were gonna keep the joint rockin
Never gonna stop it
VERSE 1
With that high gloss sheen on everything that you seen
Put you on a million dollar yacht out at the sea
Partly its position partly its my mission
Pardon me miss id just like a little kiss
Pardon my past I aint really low class I just like your sass
And your savoir faire no that's not fair
Wanna see you down there on the dance floor
I wish I could see more let me take a detour
To my big ole fancy crib wanna see the way I live
Making hits for these kids making clubs real hot
With real sure shot know im pure hip hop
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Its time its time out your game on the line
If you feel like you look then you gonna feel fine
I was twisted hands on the business
Maybe you could tell me if you ever felt it like this
Heart was pumpin' jeep it jumpin' that's my function
Aint that something I been around the world
I aint playin girl if you like the way I say it
You could just display it get in the ride with me
We could go 150 im fast put my foot on the gas
Always last till we reach the peak homegirl
Im a freak I don't speak I scream
Throw you in the limousine
CHORUS
Breakdown
Throw your hands up top
This is just hip hop
You know we don't stop
Cause we cant ever stop
We came to party where do all the hotties be?
(repeat)
Holla Back
Artist(s): St. John
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Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Entertainment News Rock, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Bouncy, Club, Energetic, Flirtatious, Fun, Good Time, Hot, Party, Playful, Promo, Retro, Sexy, Sports, Teen, Upbeat, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
76
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Holla Back
HOLLA BACK
Chorus
Holla back come on baby where ya goin?
Holla back been missing you for so long
Holla back I want some more pain
Cause when you talk back to me makes me go insane
Holla back its much too quiet
Holla back I want to start a riot
Holla back don't you leave me cryin
I miss your love and I feel like dyin'
V1
Hop skip jump for a minute jump in the ride
with the boom booms in it I aint gonna be long
im sorry I was wrong stone rollin hand glowin
feet showin dusty roads but im on my own
lets keep it going drive to the left drive to the right
those gangstas right there look they wanna fight
gotta hit the crib and the outfits tight goin to the club
downtown tonight might be on you gonna be gone
eerrrtt stop slap Cadillac up on the curb 3 wheelin
peelin you aint wit me roll like fifty up in the club lets go
Chorus
V2
Whilin and profiling dub sack that need to get smoked tonight
I don't wanna get provoked that big ass thing is the antidote
Shake it roll it move it hold it slap it silly she from philly
What the dealy I got a girl where she at? Ima rock that world
Oh no fast slow people askin about ya girl put the lights down low
Pop that criss hands in the air now make a fist the whole club
Swayin from left to right girl them short shorts sure look tight
When we gonna go to the club together sittin at home tryin to be clever
The cris flowin booty showin where you goin girl? Come on
Chorus
V3
Like ice cube im down for whatever holla back girl don't care about the weather
Skip step jump for a second turn around shake like you got buck naked
Bomb another drink like we aint gonna make it
Stop roll drop sown damnit shake it like sex like there aint no limit
I miss you girl ill tell the whole planet
Aint nobody stacked in the back like that
Chorus
Top Of The World
Artist(s): CaiNo
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Writer(s):
Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 50% / Scott Horton (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Pop
Subcategories:
Dance, Entertainment News, Funk, Indie Pop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Nu Disco, Pop Rock, R&B
Keywords:
Attraction, Celebration, Celebratory, Club, Cocky, College, Confident, Cool, Dance Floor, Desire, Drinking, Driving, Energy, Excitement, Flirtatious, Fun, Funky, Groove, Light, Lively, Loose, Party, Playful, Promo, Retro, Rollicking, Rooftop, Seductive, Sexual, Sexy, Summer, Swagger, Throwback, Top Down, Upbeat, Young, Youth
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Keyboard, Synth
BPM:
130
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Top Of The World
When I hear that beat
Something awakens inside and I just need to release
When I'm in my zone
I kind of feel like a king on his throne
I got a healthy addiction I don't wanna come down
I get my kicks from the kick so could you turn it up loud
Let the music take you higher
Bet the view is better from the
CHORUS:
Top of the world
Lookin out on the future
Everything is so bright
When you become the light
And just shine on down
It don't matter what surrounds you
Take control of the sound cause you are
On top of the world
When we walk in the spot
All eyes are on us
Pull up a chair get all us a shot
So we can get in our zone
Nobody's leaving alone
I got a healthy addiction I don't wanna come down
I get my kicks from the kick so could you turn it up loud
Let the music take you higher
Bet the view is better from the
CHORUS
Let The Wild Out
Artist(s): CaiNo
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Writer(s):
Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Pop
Subcategories:
1980s, Dance, Entertainment News, Funk, Instrumental, Male Vocal, R&B
Keywords:
Attraction, Celebration, Cocky, Confident, Dance Floor, Desire, Energy, Excitement, Flirtatious, Fun, Funky, Groove, Light, Lively, Loose, Party, Playful, Retro, Rollicking, Seductive, Sexual, Sexy, Swagger, Throwback, Upbeat, Wedding
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Keyboard, Synths
BPM:
115
Key:
A
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Let The Wild Out
Let the music sweep into your soul
When the rhythm hits it makes you wanna lose control
Nothin lasts forever all we have is now
If you're ready to dance
Then I'm a show you how to
Move, let your body free
Here's what you can do for me
Shake it if you can
You gotta wave your hands
New is the policy, just let your problems be
Haters just can't bother me
Don't be so shy
By the end of the night, you and I
CHORUS:
We gonna let the wild out
All night long
We gonna let the wild out
All night long
I just wanna get wild with you
All night long
Do you wanna get wild with me too
Get wild with me baby
Get wild all night
Let's get wild baby
Feel it creepin up and down your spine
Once you get it started there's no way the funk will ever die
I think you're coming home with me
I got something funky that you've got to see
Move, let your body free
Here's what you can do for me
Shake it if you can
You gotta wave your hands
New is the policy, just let your problems be
Haters just can't bother me
Don't be so shy
By the end of the night, you and I
CHORUS
Let the wild out baby
Let the wild out all night
Let the wild out baby
Wildin all night
Let the wild out baby
Gonna wild it all night
Let the wild out baby
All night long
CHORUS
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