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En El Club
Artist(s): Cash El Principe
Label: Black Toast Records
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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 Hip Hop, Latin Hip Hop Rap, Male Vocal, Rap, Reggaeton
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Angry, Arrest, Barrio, Chaos, City, Club, Compton, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, East LA, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Lute, Mean, Mexico, Mug Shot, NYC, New York, Ominous, Outrage, Prison, Rage, Rape, Riot, Scary, Shooting, South Central, Spanish Lyrics, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Struggle, Urban, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
95
Language:
Spanish
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
En El Club
"En El Club" (Spanish)
Chorus
Pon Las Manos Arriba, Si Me Sienten
En Este Club Las Mamis Estan Calients
Vamos Mi Gente, Vamo A Bailar
Brinden Sus Tragos, Vamos A Gozar
Verse 1
Miro Pal Lado Y La Gente Esta Bailando
Miro Para El Otro Lado La Gente Esta
Sudano, De Aqui Te Veo La Cabeza
Estas Meneando, Y Las Cinturas
Moviendo De Lado A Lado
En La Barra Si La Gente Esta Tomando
Los Que Bailan En El Piso Estan
Planeando, Y Los Tipos Aqui Aprovechando
Lo Que Pasa En El Club Es Un Escandalo
Chorus
Verse 2
Oye No Se Asusten Mamis, Esto Lo Que
Le Trae El Negro. Para Que Muevan
La Caderas Y Su Cuerpo, Esta Caliente
Pero Eso Lo De Meno, Cantalo Asi
Muevelo Asi, Gritano Por Mi, Pa Que Se Viste
Asi, Tentando Me Ami, En El Club Asi!
"En El Club" (English translation)
CHORUS:
Put your hands up - if you feel me
In this club all the ladies are hot
Come my people and let's dance
Put your drinks to the air and have fun
VERSE
I look to the left and the people are dancing
I look to the right side and the people are sweating
I can see you from here - you're shaking your head
I can see the ladies shaking their hips
In the bar the people are drinking
The ones on the dance floor are planning
And the guys on the side are taking advantage
What happens in the club in always scandalous
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Listen - don't alarm yourself
'Cos this is what the black man is bringing to you
So you can move your hips and your body
I know it's hot but don't worry
BRIDGE:
Sing like that - move like that
Screaming for me while you dress like that
Tempting these men in the club like that
CHORUS
Cafeina
Artist(s): Paco
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 33.34% / Francisco Jimenez Garcia (ASCAP) 33.33% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 33.33%
Publisher(s):
Calamari Music (BMI) 33.33% / Latino Style Publishing (ASCAP) 33.33% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.34%
Category:
Latin
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Latin Hip Hop, Latin Hip Hop Rap, Male Vocal, Rap, Spanish, Urban
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Angry, Arrest, Barrio, Chaos, City, Club, Compton, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, East LA, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Lute, Mean, Mexican, Mexico, Mug Shot, Ominous, Outrage, Prison, Rage, Rape, Riot, Scary, Shooting, South Central, Spanish Lyrics, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Struggle, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
93
Language:
Spanish
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Cafeina
CAFEINA
INTRO
Aquí llego de nuevo el carnal de la rima
El que sabe que en la cima... algún día lo verán
Toma mi descargue, dame ya mi parte
Si me dices pase tengo mi remate
No me la almacene
Mira que ya viene
El que te mantiene
Y el que te sostiene
Me llaman el maestro rappero de la época
Te voy a contar y a rappear mi anécdota
Desde pequeño mi rima fue eléctrica, enérgica
Fonética y con buena estética
Lo que hago me sale natural
Es un pedo raro, un pedo espiritual
Mis compadres se impresionan cuando bebo
Botella de tequila y nunca quedo pedo
PRE-CHORUSx2
Espérame en el muelle antes que me estrelle
Un negocio selle
Y te lo embotelle
CHORUS
Cafeína pa' la bailarina, pa' la Argentina, para la vecina
Cafeína pa' la campesina, pa' toda la China y la Filipina
Cafeína para la rutina, una golosina con mucha energía
Cafeína toda una mina siempre en la cocina donde predomina
Todo el mundo sabe que el mundo vueltas da
Y ahora he dejado lo rapero, la verdad
He descubierto el negocio del billete
Kilo tras kilo yo mando mi flete
Cargo cohete, me llaman Pepe
Cafeína 'pa toda mi gente
Rancho tras rancho, gente tras gente
Soy tu agente semi delincuente
Tocaremos el cielo
Subiremos hasta el sol o nos iremos al infierno
BRIDGE x2
Comprende, aprende, entiende
No te sorprende que te la vende (cafeína, cafeína, cafeína)
CHORUS
Cafeína pa' la bailarina, pa' la Argentina, para la vecina
Cafeína pa' la campesina, pa' toda la China y la Filipina
Cafeína para la rutina, una golosina con mucha energía
Cafeína toda una mina siempre en la cocina donde predomina
Y esto compadre se lo debo a mi mama
Siempre me decía ponete a rappear y veras con los que te vas a topar
Con soberanía llena tu alcancía
Los sueños se alcanzan sea de noche o sea de día
Armemonos
Artist(s): Paco
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 33.34% / Francisco Jimenez Garcia (ASCAP) 33.33% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 33.33%
Publisher(s):
Tony Vose Music (BMI) 33.33% / Latino Style Publishing (ASCAP) 33.33% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.34%
Category:
Latin
Subcategories:
Cartel Rap, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Latin Hip Hop, Latin Hip Hop Rap, Male Vocal, Narco Rap, Rap, Spanish, Urban
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Angry, Arrest, Barrio, Cartel, Chaos, City, Club, Compton, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, East LA, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Lute, Mean, Mexican, Mexico, Mug Shot, Narco, Ominous, Outrage, Prison, Rage, Rape, Riot, Scary, Shooting, South Central, Spanish Lyrics, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Struggle, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
89
Language:
Spanish
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Armemonos
ARMEMONOS
LET'S LOAD OURSELVES
(English Rough Translation)
Este es Paco, cargamento con conocimiento
This is Paco, knowledgable cargo
Armémonos de valor, de coraje, de confianza
Let's load ourselves with courage, anger, trust
Porque todos saben que en la vida así se avanza
Because everyone knows that's how you get ahead in life
Armémonos del poder, de la fe, de la sed
Let's load ourselves with power, with the faith, with the thirst
Del hombre que busca ese nuevo renacer
Of the man who searches for that new birth
Armémonos de las cosas tan hermosas
Let's load ourselves of the beautiful things
Que nos llenan como el aire, como el agua, el sol... ¿que paso?
That fulfills us like the air, like water, the sun... what's going on?
Armémonos de las fuerzas 'pa seguir buscando
Let's load ourselves with the strength to continue searching
Corregir los errores, el pasado olvidando
Correcting the errors, forgetting the past
1, 2, 3 te cambio esta tristeza por toda la belleza que te da una sonrisa
1, 2, 3 I'll trade you sadness for all the beauty of a smile
1, 2, 3 te cambio la amargura por un poco de lo alegre, de lo alegre de la vida
1, 2, 3 I'll trade you bitterness for a bit of the joy, the joy of life
Armémonos de valor, armémonos de la fe
Let's load ourselves with courage, load ourselves of faith
Armémonos del coraje, armemos placer
Let's load ourselves with anger, let's load pleasure
Armémonos de valor, armémonos de la fe
Let's load ourselves with courage, load ourselves of faith
Armémonos del coraje, armemos placer
Let's load ourselves with anger, let's load pleasure
Armémonos de valor, de coraje, de confianza
Let's load ourselves with courage, anger, trust
Porque todos saben que en la vida así se avanza
Because everyone knows that's how you get ahead in life
Armémonos del poder, de la fe, de la sed
Let's load ourselves with power, with the faith, with the thirst
Del hombre que busca ese nuevo renacer
Of the man who searches for that new birth
Armémonos de las cosas tan hermosas
Let's load ourselves of the beautiful things
Que nos llenan como el aire, como el agua, el sol... ¿que paso?
That fulfills us like the air, like water, the sun... what's going on?
Armémonos de las fuerzas 'pa seguir buscando
Let's load ourselves with the strength to continue searching
Corregir los errores, el pasado olvidando
Correcting the errors, forgetting the past
En el cielo esta el abuelo que me daba caramelo
Grandpa who gave me candy is in the heavens
Y este hielo que congela como si fuera polluelo
And this ice that freezes me as if I were a baby
Hoy me ha puesto en este duelo con los pies bien en el suelo
Today has made me face this fight with my feet strong on the ground
El caballo que ahora monto, yo lo monto a puro pelo
The horse I ride, I ride bare-back
Todos saben que no tengo celo, lero, lero,
Everyone knows I am not one to be envious
El mero mero, no exagero, lo que anhelo, lo empapelo
I am the leader, no exaggerating, what I want I put on paper
Lo nivelo y luego lo revelo
Level it out and later reveal it
Todo lo que debo a tiempo lo cancelo
Everything I owe I cancel on time
Uhhhhhhhh... Armemos la coraza, la raza que esta sin fuerzas, sin fuerzas para seguir
Uhhhhhhhh... Let's build the armor, the race with no strength, no strength to continue
Uhhhhhhhh... Llenémonos de ganas, no importa si hoy no hay lana
Uhhhhhhhh... Let's fill ourselves with desire; it doesn't matter if today we have no cash
¡Salud!...es mejor vivir
Cheers! It's better to be alive
Soy ajeno del terreno, solo bueno es mi trueno
I'm a stranger to this land, my thunder is all power
Almaceno, te condeno y de plomo te lo lleno
I store, condemn and fill you with lead
Duro sueno con veneno, mi relleno no es de heno
I sound harsh, full of venom, and I'm not full of shit
Soy sereno, pero ordeno o sino te encadeno
I'm serene, but I get what I want or else I chain you up
Armémonos, armémonos, armémonos... y amémoslos
Let's load ourselves, load ourselves, load ourselves... and love ourselves
Armémonos, armémonos, armémonos... y amémoslos
Let's load ourselves, load ourselves, load ourselves... and love ourselves
1,2,3 Armémonos, armémonos,... y amémoslos
1, 2, 3 Let's load ourselves, load ourselves... and love ourselves
1,2,3 Armémonos
1,2,3 Let's load ourselves
1,2,3, te cambio esta tristeza
1,2,3, I'll trade you sadness
Armémonos de valor, de coraje, de confianza
Let's load ourselves with courage, anger, trust
Porque todos saben que en la vida así se avanza
Because everyone knows that's how you get ahead in life
Armémonos del poder, de la fe, de la sed
Let's load ourselves with power, with the faith, with the thirst
Del hombre que busca ese nuevo renacer
Of the man who searches for that new birth
Armémonos de las cosas tan hermosas
Let's load ourselves of the beautiful things
Que nos llenan como el aire, como el agua, el sol... ¿que paso?
That fulfills us like the air, like water, the sun... what's going on?
Armémonos de las fuerzas 'pa seguir buscando
Let's load ourselves with the strength to continue searching
Corregir los errores, el pasado olvidando
Correcting the errors, forgetting the past
Uhhhhhhhh... Llenémonos de ganas, de que en la vida así se avanza
Uhhhhhhhh... Let's fill ourselves with desire; that's how you get ahead in life
Uhhhhhhhh... Llenémonos de ganas, ese nuevo renacer
Uhhhhhhhh... Let's fill ourselves with desire; that new birth
Uhhhhhhhh... Llenémonos de ganas, como el agua, el sol... ¿que paso?
Uhhhhhhhh... Let's fill ourselves with desire; like water, the sun... what's going on?
Uhhhhhhhh... Llenémonos de ganas, el pasado olvidando
Uhhhhhhhh... Let's fill ourselves with desire; forgetting the past
Gangster
Artist(s): Paco
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 33.34% / Francisco Jimenez Garcia (ASCAP) 33.33% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 33.33%
Publisher(s):
Calamari Music (BMI) 33.33% / Latino Style Publishing (ASCAP) 33.33% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.34%
Category:
Latin
Subcategories:
Cartel Rap, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Latin Hip Hop, Latin Hip Hop Rap, Male Vocal, Mexican, Narco Rap, Rap, Spanish, Urban
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Angry, Arrest, Barrio, Cartel, Chaos, City, Club, Compton, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, East LA, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Lute, Mean, Mexican, Mexico, Mug Shot, Narco, Ominous, Outrage, Prison, Rage, Rape, Riot, Scary, Shooting, South Central, Spanish Lyrics, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Struggle, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Horns, Keyboard, Percussion, Piano, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
80
Language:
Spanish
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Gangster
GANGSTER
INTRO:
Damas y caballeros,
Ladies and gentlemen
Pongan atención al siguiente comunicado
Pay attention to the following announcement
Damas y caballeros,
Ladies and gentlemen
Pongan atención al siguiente comunicado
Pay attention to the following announcement
Bienvenidos a L.A. donde las drogas y los freeways
Welcome to L.A. where drugs and freeways
Son normales pa' la gente (gangster)
Are normal to everyone (gangster)
Marihuana por aquí marihuana por allá
Marihuana here, marihuana over there
Onda multicultural esta presente (gangster)
Multicultural wave is present (gangster)
Frente al rótulo de Hollywood millones de viajeros
Millions of travelors before the Hollywood sign
Siempre sueňan con la fama (gangster)
Always dreaming of fame (gangster)
Con tu foto, tu página, y "my space" encontrarás
Add your pic, your webpage, your "myspace"
Cual es tu rama, y cuanto ganan (gangster)
You will find your field and how much they make
Si no tienes de que esconderte
If you have nothing to hide from
Y no tienes de que ofenderte
If you have nothing to be offended by
Y la suerte no quiere ni verte
And luck doesn't want to come near you
Y no le temes ni a la muerte
And you ain't afraid of death
Si no tienes de que esconderte
If you have nothing to hide from
Y no tienes de que ofenderte
If you have nothing to be offended by
Y la suerte no quiere ni verte
And luck doesn't want to come near you
Y no le temes ni a la muerte
And you ain't afraid of death
Pon atención a lo que digo (brother)
Pay attention to what I say (brother)
Pistola en mano siempre conmigo
Gun in hand always with me
Yo nunca mato sin motivo (gangster)
I never kill without a reason (gangster)
Uso la ciencia que domina a todo vivo
I use science to dominate the living
Pon atención a lo que digo (brother)
Pay attention to what I say (brother)
Pistola en mano siempre conmigo
Gun in hand always with me
Yo nunca mato sin motivo (gangster)
I never kill without a reason (gangster)
Uso la ciencia que domina a todo vivo
I use science to dominate the living
Bienvenidos a L.A. donde las drogas y los freeways
Welcome to L.A. where drugs and freeways
Son normales pa' la gente (gangster)
Are normal to everyone (gangster)
Marihuana por aquí marihuana por allá
Marihuana here, marihuana over there
Onda multicultural esta presente (gangster)
Multicultural wave is present (gangster)
Frente al rótulo de Hollywood millones de viajeros
Millions of travelers before the Hollywood sign
Siempre sueňan con la fama (gangster)
Always dreaming of fame (gangster)
Con tu foto, tu página, y "my space" encontrarás
Add your pic, your webpage, your "myspace"
Cual es tu rama, y cuanto ganan (gangster)
You will find your field and how much they make
Nunca voa contarles nada...si yo no se, si yo no se
I'll never say anything...that I don't know about
Nunca voa a inventarme nada...para crecer, para crecer
I'll never make anything up...to grow, to grow
Nunca voa decir lo mismo...si ya lo se, si ya lo se
I'll never repeat myself... If I know it, if I know it
Yo te digo lo que he visto y eso lo se y eso lo se
I'll tell you what I've seen... and what I know
El cambiar de país puede resultar traumático en la vida
Moving from your country is traumatic
Muchos vienen, se van con heridas
Many come, and leave with wounds
En los bares, las plazas, las calles los turistas
At the bars, fields, in the streets the tourists
Son los que dominan en esta tierra de artistas
Are who dominate this land of artists
Muchos saben que no hay trabajo para indocumentados
Many know there is no work for immigrants
Y se pudren de luchar por buscar pocos centavos
And they rot fighting for a few coins
Con las deudas hasta el cuello desfilan mis paisanos
With debt to their necks they prance around
Que con el tiempo siendo gángster encuentran lo de humano
As time goes by, as gangsters they become human
Bienvenidos a L.A. donde las drogas y los freeways
Welcome to L.A. where drugs and freeways
Son normales pa' la gente (gangster)
Are normal to everyone (gangster)
Marihuana por aquí marihuana por allá
Marihuana here, marihuana over there
Onda multicultural esta presente (gangster)
Multicultural wave is present (gangster)
Frente al rótulo de Hollywood millones de viajeros
Millions of travelers before the Hollywood sign
Siempre sueňan con la fama (gangster)
Always dreaming of fame (gangster)
Con tu foto, tu página, y "my space" encontrarás
Add your pic, your webpage, your "myspace"
Cual es tu rama, y cuanto ganan (gangster)
You will find your field and how much they make
Nunca voa contarles nada...si yo no se, si yo no se
I'll never say anything...that I don't know about
Nunca voa a inventarme nada...para crecer, para crecer
I'll never make anything up...to grow, to grow
Nunca voa decir lo mismo...si ya lo se, si ya lo se
I'll never repeat myself... If I know it, if I know it
Yo te digo lo que he visto y eso lo se y eso lo se
I'll tell you what I've seen... and what I know
Bienvenidos a L.A. donde las drogas y los freeways
Welcome to L.A. where drugs and freeways
Son normales pa' la gente (gangster)
Are normal to everyone (gangster)
Marihuana por aquí marihuana por allá
Marihuana here, marihuana over there
Onda multicultural esta presente (gangster)
Multicultural wave is present (gangster)
Frente al rótulo de Hollywood millones de viajeros
Millions of travelers before the Hollywood sign
Siempre sueňan con la fama (gangster)
Always dreaming of fame (gangster)
Con tu foto, tu página, y "my space" encontrarás
Add your pic, your webpage, your "myspace"
Cual es tu rama, y cuanto ganan (gangster)
You will find your field and how much they make
Vi varios niños jugando a que mataban
I saw some kids playing killers
Con falsas escopetas a todos amenazaban
With fake rifles they threatened everyone
Quien les dirá que esto no es un juego
Who will tell them it's not a game
Que cuando crezcan seguirán pero con fuego
When they grow up it'll be real fire
Jugar de matar a otro para divertirse
Playing to kill someone for fun
Es matar por dinero cuando no hay de que reírse.
Is to kill for money later on
Me queman las manos por disparar
My hands sting to shoot
Mi sangre sacrifica mis pecados
My blood sacrifies my sins
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....
Pacelo Sepa
Artist(s): EXC
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Writer(s):
Skylar Mones (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Latin, Latin Hip Hop, Latin Hip Hop Rap, Male Vocal, Rap, Spanish
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Arrest, Barrio, City, Club, Compton, Cops, Death, Downtown, Drive By, East LA, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Lude, Mean, Mexican, Mexico, Miami, NYC, New York, Outrage, Prison, Rage, Riot, Sexual, Sexy, Shooting, South Central, Spanish Lyrics, Street, Strip Club, Tough
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
105
Language:
Spanish
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Pacelo Sepa
Pacelo Sepa (Spanish)
Chorus:
Yo Vengo de la calle
Para que lo sepa (says it three times)
Mira la sexy a mi lado
Para que lo sepa (3x)
lo que tengas
Para que lo sepa (3x)
Agara tu dinero cualquier manera
Para que lo sepa (3x)
Verse 1:
Que estas haciendo con tu cuerpo
Cautivando mis ojos solamente
Me quedo viendo
Olvidando el tiempo
O el ritmo de tiempo
Quítame lo que tengo que te busca el amor
Lo siento
No te engañes por sus movimientos
Reza como manteca esa azteca
Tengo más maza que mas seca
Conquistando como España
Cuando le doy mi cana
Con lo mío se hacen tacaña
So!
Y como mueve la cadera
Con ese gran culo
De verdad es culera
Yo!
Me pongo pedo y
Tu!
Te pones peda
Abre las piernas y para adentro mi madera
Chorus
Verse 2:
Vamos al bar tomar mojitos
A mi me gusta tu manera
Y estilo eso e como Alex y Fido
A mi manera como ese Carlitos
Gozando puro desmadre este hijo su madre
Adelante el club esta lleno
En el VIP con Champagne y vino
Gastando puro si no tirando dinero como en casino
Cuidado las mujeres son veneno
Y después de pisar
Hasta luego!
Chorus
Para que lo sepa (3x)
Pacelo Sepa (English)
Chorus:
I come from the street
Look at the hottie at my side
So that you know (3x)
That you can have
So that you know (3x)
Get your money any way that you can
So that you know (3x)
Verse 1:
What are your doing with your body
Captivating my eyes I only stay watching
You're wasting your time
For the rhythm of time
Take what I have
Love is trying to find you
I'm sorry but
Don't be deceived by her movements
Pray like butter she's Aztec
I have more dough than dryness
Conquering like Spain
When I give you my cane
With mine they get greedy
So!
And how her hip moves with that big ass
She really is culera?
I!
Really get drunk and
You!
Get drunk too
Spread your legs with my wood I enter
(Chorus)
Verse 2:
Going to the bar to drink Mojitos
I like your way and style it's like Alex and Fido
And my way is like Carlitos
Enjoying total chaos
This son of a bitch ahead
This club is packed
\in the VIP with champagne and wine
Spending money like we're in the casinos
Be careful the women are like poison
And once I leave
Peace out!
(Chorus)
So that you know (3x)
Sal, Tequila Y Limon
Artist(s): Paco
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 33.34% / Francisco Jimenez Garcia (ASCAP) 33.33% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 33.33%
Publisher(s):
Tony Vose Music (BMI) 33.33% / Latino Style Publishing (ASCAP) 33.33% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.34%
Category:
Latin
Subcategories:
Caribbean, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Reggae, Reggaeton, World, World Caribbean
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Angry, Arrest, Barrio, Bathing Suits, Beach, Celebration, Chaos, Cinco De Mayo, City, Club, Compton, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Cruise, Cuba, Dancing, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drinking, Drive By, Drugs, Drunk, East LA, Energy, Ethnic, Fun, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Groovy, Guns, Heat, Hot, Island, Jail, Lute, Mean, Mexico, Miami, Mug Shot, Ominous, Outrage, Party, Prison, Rage, Rape, Riot, Sand, Scary, Shooting, Shots, South Central, Spanish Lyrics, Spring Break, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Struggle, Summer, Sun, Tanning, Travel, Tropics, Vacation, Violence, Waves
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Organ, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
83
Language:
Spanish
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Sal, Tequila Y Limon
SAL, TEQUILA Y LIMON
SALT, TEQUILA AND LEMON
Pues aquí estamos
So here we are
Con la sal, el tequila y el limón
With salt, tequila and the lime
That's the deal
That's the deal
Y el bongo que suena cabrón
And the bongo sounds strong
Ella se alborota cuando siente este ritmo
She gets excited when she feels this rhythm
Que le sube por las venas y le encanta
Goes up her veins and she loves it
Siempre despistada ella me tira una mirada
Always in a blur she sends me a look
Yo lo gozo y me encanta como baila
I love it and love how she dances
I just try to make her feel
I just try to make her feel like
La chica más bonita
The prettiest girl
La chica que en la pista se levanta
The girl who tears up the dance floor
Pon sal y tequila
Put salt and tequila
Un pedazo de limón
A piece of lime
Y verán como este guey a ella le canta
And check out how this dude sings to her
Bongo que bongo
Bongo what a bongo
Sabor que suena y que gozo
Flavor that rocks and I enjoy
Bongo que bongo
Bongo what a bongo
Sabor que suena y que gozo
Flavor that rocks and I enjoy
Pásala, (hea!) muévela, (mira) gózala...que buen culo
Pass her (hea!), move her (look!), enjoy... what a booty
Pásala, (hea!)muévela, (mira!) mírala...que buen culo
Pass her (hea!), move her (look!), view her... what a booty
CHORUS (2x)
Sal, tequila y limón
Salt, tequila and lime
Y el mundo a todos se nos cambia
And the world changes for us
Sal, tequila y limón
Salt, tequila and lime
Solitas caen por las ganas
The girls fall on their own
Todos en el baile siempre quieren estar con ella
Everyone always wants to be with her
Pero ella bola a mi solo me lanza
But she only flirts with me
Y yo lo he notado cuando subo a la tarima
And I notice when I go up on stage
Ella corriendo se levanta
She's the first one up
Para que tú sepas, mama
Just so you know, mama
Que es lo que tú quieres, mama
What you want, mama
Donde es que lo quieres, mami
Wherever you want it, mama
Que todito tengo, mama
I've got it all, mama
Porque tus sabes, mamita
Because you know, mamita
Que lo tengo todo
That I've got it
Y es que tú lo sabes
And you just know it
Lo que tengo para ti esta bien
What I got for you is good
Mueve esas nalgas, mama
Move that ass, mama
Pide lo que quieras, mama
Ask for anything, mama
Para que tú sepas, mama
Just so you know, mama
Que es lo que tú quieres, mama
What you want, mama
Donde es que lo quieres, mami
Wherever you want it, mama
Que todito tengo, mama
I've got it all, mama
Mueve esas nalgas, mama
Move that ass, mama
Pide lo que quieras, mama
Ask for anything, mama
Porque tus sabes, mamita
Because you know, mamita
Que lo tengo todo
That I've got it
Y es que tú lo sabes
And you just know it
Lo que tengo para ti esta bien
What I got for you is good
CHORUS (2x)
Sal, tequila y limón
Salt, tequila and lime
Y el mundo a todos se nos cambia
And the world changes for us
Sal, tequila y limón
Salt, tequila and lime
Solitas caen por las ganas
The girls fall on their own
Pásala, (hea!) muévela, (mira) gózala...que buen culo
Pass her (hea!), move her (look!), enjoy... what a booty
Pásala, (hea!)muévela, (mira!) mírala...que buen culo
Pass her (hea!), move her (look!), view her... what a booty
I just try to make her feel
I just try to make her feel like
La chica más bonita
The prettiest girl
La chica que en la pista se levanta
The girl who tears up the dance floor
Pon sal y tequila
Put salt and tequila
Un pedazo de limón
A piece of lime
Y verán como este guey a ella le canta
And check out how this dude sings to her
CHORUS (2x)
Sal, tequila y limón
Salt, tequila and lime
Y el mundo a todos se nos cambia
And the world changes for us
Sal, tequila y limón
Salt, tequila and lime
Solitas caen por las ganas
The girls fall on their own
So baby, here's the deal
So baby, here's the deal
Aquí estamos
Here we are
Salcicta, tequila y limón
Salt, tequila and lime
Pa' que goce
For fun
Este ritmo esta cabron
This rhythm is hot
Este ritmo esta cabron
This rhythm is hot
Y vamos gozando sal, tequila y limón
Having fun, salt, tequila and lime
That's the deal, yeah!
That's the deal, yeah!
You got it!
You got it!
Silencio
Artist(s): Danny Osuna
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Writer(s):
Danny Richard Osuna (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Latin
Subcategories:
Cartel Rap, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Latin Hip Hop, Male Vocal, Narco Rap, Rap, Spanish, Urban
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Angry, Arrest, Barrio, Border, Cartel, Chaos, City, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, East LA, Energy, Gang, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Intimidating, Jail, Latin, Mean, Mexican, Mexico, Mug Shot, Narco, Ominous, Prison, Rage, Riot, Scary, Shooting, Spanish Lyrics, Street, Streets, Struggle, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Percussion, Piano, Synth
BPM:
90
Language:
Spanish
Key:
A♯m/B♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Silencio
Ten cuidado
aqui en la obscuridad
en la noche los cuetes suenan
aquí la muerte es muy real
Escucha mi voz
te metiste en lo que no
y una muerte sucedió
olvidate de lo que paso
De lo que has vistes no lo debes hablar
a la tumba te lo vas a llevar
y si vas con la polica a chismiear
la muerte te va a buscar y te va a encontrar
CHO
Quiero silencio o te apago la luz
tu boca cerrada o te apago la luz
quiero silencio o te apago la luz
no digas nada o te apago la luz
Viste cuerpos tirados
no lo vas a entender
mas ríos de sangre
van a aparecer
Te estoy vigilando
piensa lo bien
todos los fetiches mueren muy cruel
English Translation:
"Silence"
Be careful
here in the darkness
at night you'll hear gun shots
death is a reality here
Listen to my voice
you got involved and you shouldn't have
a death occurred
forget about it, it's in the past
What you saw you can't talk about
take it to your grave
and if you think of going to the police
death will look of you and find you
CHORUS:
I want silence or I'll turn of the lights
I want your mouth shut or I'll turn of the lights
I want silence or I'll turn of the lights
don't say anything or I'll turn of the lights
You saw bodies on the floor
you won't understand
more streams of blood
will appear again
I'm watching you
really think it over
every snitch dies in a cruel way
Sistema Perro
Artist(s): Paco
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 33.34% / Francisco Jimenez Garcia (ASCAP) 33.33% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 33.33%
Publisher(s):
Tony Vose Music (BMI) 33.33% / Latino Style Publishing (ASCAP) 33.33% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.34%
Category:
Latin
Subcategories:
Action, Alternative, Heavy Metal, Indie, Instrumental, Latin Rock, Male Vocal, Metal, Rap, Rock, Spanish
Keywords:
Action, Aggressive, Alley, Angry, Angst, Arrest, Barrio, Brash, Car, Chaos, Chase, City, Confrontational, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, Energy, Escape, Fierce, Fight, Gang, Gangsta, Get Away, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Hostile, Intense, Jail, Lute, Mean, Menacing, Mexican, Mexico, Mug Shot, Ominous, Outrage, Prison, Rage, Rape, Raucous, Riot, Rousing, Scary, Shooting, Spanish Lyrics, Streets, Struggle, Urgent, Violence, Working
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Solo Drums
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
95
Language:
Spanish
Key:
C♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Sistema Perro
SISTEMA PERRO
RUTHLESS SYSTEM
(English Rough Translation)
INTRO
¿Que pasa mi hermano, que no te quejas hermano, echándole mano, y no ves cambios?
What's the matter brother; you don't complain brother, work your fingers to the bone & don't see changes.
Este sistema no esta funcionando... no funciona!
This system doesn't work... it's not working!
(Sistema) que nos tiene como cerdos
(System) that treats us as pigs
(Sistema) que no tiene ni cerebro
(System) that has no brain
Sistema perro que no cambia ni funciona
Ruthless system that doesn't change and doesn't work
Sistema perro que nos quema las hormonas
Ruthless system that burns our hormones
Sistema perro que nos tiene como cerdos
Ruthless system that treats us as pigs
Sistema perro que no tiene ni cerebro
Ruthless system that as no brain
¿Como puedo, como puedo avanzar?
How can I, how can I advance?
¿Como puedo, como puedo progresar?
How can I, how can I get ahead?
¿Como puedo, como puedo Latin rap?
How can I, how can I Latin rap?
¿Como puedo si no quieren escuchar?
How can I if they don't want to listen?
(Sistema) que nos tiene como cerdos
(System) that treats us as pigs
(Sistema) que no tiene ni cerebro
(System) that has no brain
Trabajar, trabajar, más
Work, work, more
Trabajar, trabajar, más
Work, work, more
Trabajar, trabajar, más
Work, work, more
Trabajar, trabajar, más
Work, work, more
¿Cuantos emigramos por las mismas razones?
How many of us migrate for the same reasons?
¿No ven que mal están todas las situaciones?
Can't you see how bad the situation is?
Los que se quedan con el bote, son chingones
And those who stay with the boat are the big boys
Y aquí estamos sufriendo, cabrones!
And here we are suffering, bastards!
Yo soy de Cuba, también de Panamá
I am from Cuba, also from Panama
Soy de Guatemala, El Salvador y Honduras
I am from Guatemala, El Salvador and Honduras
Soy de México y de Costa Rica
I am from Mexico and Costa Rica
Donde el sistema es polvo pica pica
Where the system is a joke
(Sistema) que nos tiene como cerdos
(System) that treats us as pigs
(Sistema) que no tiene ni cerebro
(System) that has no brain
(Sistema) que nos tiene como cerdos
(System) that treats us as pigs
(Sistema) que no tiene ni cerebro
(System) that has no brain
Sistema perro que no cambia ni funciona
Ruthless system that doesn't change and doesn't work
Sistema perro que nos quema las hormonas
Ruthless system that burns our hormones
Sistema perro que nos tiene como cerdos
Ruthless system that treats us as pigs
Sistema perro que no tiene ni cerebro
Ruthless system that as no brain
¿Como puedo, como puedo avanzar?
How can I, how can I advance?
¿Como puedo, como puedo progresar?
How can I, how can I get ahead?
¿Como puedo, como puedo Latin rap?
How can I, how can I Latin rap?
¿Como puedo si no quieren escuchar?
How can I if they don't want to listen?
(Sistema) que nos tiene como cerdos
(System) that treats us as pigs
(Sistema) que no tiene ni cerebro
(System) that has no brain
(Sistema) que nos tiene como cerdos
(System) that treats us as pigs
(Sistema) que no tiene ni cerebro
(System) that has no brain
(Sistema) que nos tiene como cerdos
(System) that treats us as pigs
(Sistema) que no tiene ni cerebro
(System) that has no brain
Puto Gobierno
Artist(s): Paco
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 33.34% / Francisco Jimenez Garcia (ASCAP) 33.33% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 33.33%
Publisher(s):
Tony Vose Music (BMI) 33.33% / Latino Style Publishing (ASCAP) 33.33% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.34%
Category:
Latin
Subcategories:
Cartel Rap, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Latin Hip Hop, Latin Hip Hop Rap, Male Vocal, Narco Rap, Rap, Spanish, Urban
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Angry, Barrio, Cartel, Chaos, City, Cops, Corruption, Crime, Criminal, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, East LA, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Government, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Mean, Mexican, Mexico, Narco, Ominous, Oppression, Outrage, Prison, Rage, Scary, Shooting, Social Commentary, South Central, Spanish Lyrics, Street, Streets, Struggle, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
93
Language:
Spanish
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Puto Gobierno
PUTO GOBIERNO (Original Spanish)
Esto es lo que pienso... cerdos!
CHORUS 1 (2X)
Puto Gobierno, todo corrupto
No somos brutos
No sean injustos
El pobre es mas pobre
El rico es mas rico
Vamos cayendo de culo y de hocico
VERSE 1
Soy uno mas, uno mas de la lista
De estos inmigrantes buscando nueva vida
Pues de donde vengo no hay otra salida
Que venir a la Unite por la comida
Algo tan sencillo como el pan en la mesa
Alla es muy dificil pues abunda la pobreza
Nunca hay trabajo y si lo hay es mal pagado
Todo te lo roban
Todo esta cagado
Puto gobierno que nada mejora
Por eso emigran tantas personas
Marihuana y la coca es la moda
Todo se empeora
Es pura joda
Que es lo que pasa, ah, yeah?
Pues nadie hace nada, nadie hace nada
Por esto escribo desde tierras nevadas
Buscando la plata, mi vida cambiada
CHORUS 1 (2X)
VERSE 2
Y ahora me hablan de libre comercio
Que sera mejor y habra trabajo
Como les puedo creer
Si debajo todo lo venden
Y todo es mas caro
Marcha mi pueblo y busca respuestas
Se escuchan voces se escuchan protestas
De nada sirve si al final llega el pago
Nota rebajado el dia del paro
Solo estan los que meten la mano
Los que roban al gallo tapado
Son hijueputas ladrones
Esos politicos señores
Los que mandan en la cochina asamblea
Para que el lunes usted lea
Se robaron a las secretarias
Se robaron la plata de la malaria
CHORUS 1 (2X)
VERSE 3
Si eres mi hermano dame la razon
De donde venimos esta todo cabron
Si eres mi hermano I'll tell you the truth
Estamos aqui for money like you
Si eres mi hermano dame la razon
De donde venimos esta todo cabron
Si eres mi hermano I'll tell you the truth
Estamos aqui for money like you
CHORUS 1 (2X)
CHORUS 2
Puto Gobierno, todo corrupto
Que nada cambia, que nada cambia
El pobre es mas pobre
El rico es mas rico
Que nos hunde, que nos hunde
Puto gobierno, todo corrupto
Que nos acaba, que nos acaba
El pobre es mas pobre
El rico es mas rico
OUTRO
Que todo roba, todo lo roba
Y aqui estamos cabrones
Luchando por nuestros ideales
Luchando por estar mejor
Porque nos tienen cagados
Puto Gobierno
Que si no fuera por esos pinches politicos cabrones
Estariamos mejor, compadre
________________________________________
PUTO GOBIERNO (English Translation)
FUCKING GOVERNMENT
This is what I think...pigs!
CHORUS 1 (2X)
Fucking government, all corrupt
We're not idiots
Don't be unfair
The poor are poorer
The rich are richer
We keep falling on our ass and our face
VERSE 1
I'm just one more, one more on the list
Of the immigrants searching for a new life
For when I'm from there is no other way out
Than to come to the Status for food
Something as simple as bread on the table
There is difficult for poverty abounds
Never any work and if there is, it's not well paid
Everything is stolen
Everything is fucked
Fucking Government doesn't make things better
That's why so many people immigrate
Marijuana and Coke are the fashion
Everything is worse
It's all a joke
What is going on, ah, yeah?
Nobody does anything, nobody does anything
That's why I write from the land of snow
Searching for money, my life will change
CHORUS 1 (2X)
VERSE 2
And now they talk to me about "free trade"
That it'll make it all better, they'll be work
How can I believe them
If they sell out
Everything is so expensive
March my people, look for answers
We hear voices, we hear protests
Nothing happens since when payday comes
Protest day pay is deducted
All who survive are those who dirty their hands
Those who steal from the poor
They're damn thieves
These politicians
The ones who rule in the assembly
Just so Monday you can read
That the secretaries have been kidnapped
They've stolen the money for the malaria cure
CHORUS 1 (2X)
VERSE 3
If you're my brother tell me I'm right
Where we come from, everything is fucked
If you're my brother I'll tell you the truth
We're here for money like you
If you're my brother tell me I'm right
Where we come from, everything is fucked
If you're my brother I'll tell you the truth
We're here for money like you
CHORUS 1 (2X)
CHORUS 2
Fucking government, all corrupt
Nothing changes, nothing changes
The poor are poorer
The rich are richer
We're drowning, we're drowning
Fucking government, all corrupt
That ruins us, that ruins us
The poor are poorer
The rich are richer
OUTRO
They steal all, they steal all
And here we are
Fighting for our ideals
Fighting to be better
Because they've fucked us
Fucking Government
If it weren't for those fucking asshole politicians
We'd be better off, my brother
Pienso Verde
Artist(s): Paco
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Writer(s):
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
Latin
Subcategories:
Action, Alternative, Heavy Metal, Indie, Instrumental, Latin Rock, Male Vocal, Metal, Rap, Rock, Spanish
Keywords:
Action, Adventure, Aggressive, Alley, Angry, Angst, Arrest, Barrio, Brash, Car, Chaos, Chase, City, Confrontational, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, Energy, Escape, Fierce, Fight, Gang, Gangsta, Get Away, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Hostile, Intense, Jail, Latino, Lute, Mean, Menacing, Mexican, Mexico, Mug Shot, Ominous, Outrage, Prison, Rage, Rape, Raucous, Riot, Rousing, Scary, Shooting, Spanish Lyrics, Streets, Strip Club, Struggle, Urgent, Violence, Working
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar
BPM:
113
Language:
Spanish
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Pienso Verde
PIENSO VERDE
Me levanto en una nube de humo gris
Intoxicado y medio loco sin dormir
La puta envidia de vivir en un país
Donde todo funciona, todo es surgir
CHORUS
Yo pienso verde, yo pienso verde
Yo pienso verde, yo pienso verde
Yo pienso verde, yo pienso verde
Verde, verde, verde... yo pienso verde
Niños por las calles, niños bien hambrientos
Sin educación solo en sus tormentos
Mis palabras siempre se las lleva el viento
Puta corrupción hasta reina en los conventos
PRE-CHORUS
Ciudad maléfica, ciudad patética
Aquí no hay ética, ciudad maléfica
Todo es la T.V.
CHORUS
Yo pienso verde, yo pienso verde
Yo pienso verde, yo pienso verde
Yo pienso verde, yo pienso verde
Verde, verde, verde... yo pienso verde
Sigo, sigo en mi camino activista
Sigo, sigo y no me aceptan mi entrevista
Sigo, sigo hasta que alguien se pellizca
Y que entiende de miseria una pizca
Sigo, sigo en mi camino activista
Sigo, sigo y no me aceptan mi entrevista
Sigo, sigo hasta que alguien se pellizca
Y que entiende de miseria una pizca
Todo es la T.V.
CHORUS
Yo pienso verde, yo pienso verde
Yo pienso verde, yo pienso verde
Yo pienso verde, yo pienso verde
Verde, verde, verde... yo pienso verde
PRE-CHORUS
Ciudad maléfica, ciudad patética
Aquí no hay ética, ciudad maléfica
Todo es la T.V.
CHORUS
Yo pienso verde, yo pienso verde
Yo pienso verde, yo pienso verde
Yo pienso verde, yo pienso verde
Verde, verde, verde... yo pienso verde
Me levanto en una nube de humo gris
Intoxicado y medio loco sin dormir
La puta envidia de vivir en un país
Donde todo funciona, todo es surgir
I Think Green (Pienso Verde English Translation)
I get up in a cloud of gray smoke
Intoxicated and half crazy without sleep
The freaking envy of living in a country
Where everything works, everything is emerging
CHORUS
I think green, I think green
I think green, I think green
I think green, I think green
Green, green, green... I think green
Children on the streets, very hungry children
Without education alone in their torments
My words are always blown by the wind
Slut corruption until queen in the convents
PRE-CHORUS
Maleficent city, pathetic city
Here there is no ethics, evil city
Everything is the T.V.
CHORUS
I think green, I think green
I think green, I think green
I think green, I think green
Green, green, green... I think green
I'm still on my activist path
I continue, I continue and they do not accept my interview
I continue, I continue until someone is pinched
And that misery understands a pinch
I'm still on my activist path
I continue, I continue and they do not accept my interview
I continue, I continue until someone is pinched
And that misery understands a pinch
Everything is the T.V.
CHORUS
I think green, I think green
I think green, I think green
I think green, I think green
Green, green, green... I think green
PRE-CHORUS
Maleficent city, pathetic city
Here there is no ethics, evil city
Everything is the T.V.
CHORUS
I think green, I think green
I think green, I think green
I think green, I think green
Green, green, green... I think green
I get up in a cloud of gray smoke
Intoxicated and half crazy without sleep
The freaking envy of living in a country
Where everything works, everything is emerging
Me Vas A Conocer
Artist(s): Danny Osuna
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Writer(s):
Danny Richard Osuna (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Latin
Subcategories:
Cartel Rap, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Latin Hip Hop, Male Vocal, Narco Rap, Rap, Spanish, Urban
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Angry, Arrest, Barrio, Border, Cartel, Chaos, City, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, East LA, Energy, Gang, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Intimidating, Jail, Latin, Mean, Mexican, Mexico, Mug Shot, Narco, Ominous, Prison, Rage, Riot, Scary, Shooting, Spanish Lyrics, Street, Streets, Struggle, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Percussion, Piano, Synth
BPM:
100
Language:
Spanish
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Me Vas A Conocer
La corrupción siempre es igual
todos quieren un pedazo del pan
pero con la muerte no deben jugar
los puedo enterrar
Y mi polvo no pueden tocar
así aprendio aquel federal
mi mercancía me quiso quitar
ese fue su final
El dinero trae sangre y no va ver paz
yo soy el narco violento que va a triunfar
el gobierno en mis manos
todos comprados años atrás
CHO
El diablo lo vas a conocer
este narco tiene poder
el diablo lo vas a conocer
este narco nunca va a perder
La guerra de carteles siempre va estar
pura violencia en la vecindad
soy el patron de esta cuidad
tu pesadilla
English Translation:
The corruption is always the same
everybody wants a piece of that bread
but you shouldn't play with death
I can bury you
You shouldn't touch my powder
the police agent found out the hard way
he wanted to touch my merchandise
he met his end
Money brings blood and there will not be peace
I'm that violent narco who will succeed
the government is are in the palm of my hands
everybody was bought years ago
CHORUS:
You will meet the devil
this narco has a lot of power
you will meet the devil
this narco will never lose
This war of cartels will always exist
pure violence in this town
I'm the boss of this city
your nightmare
What I Am
Artist(s): G-$tack
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Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Guerilla Funk Family Musicworx (ASCAP) 10%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1990s, Action, Hard Core Rap, Hard Rock, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Rap Rock
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Angry, Arrest, Barrio, Boastful, Bragger, Chaos, City, Compton, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, East LA, Energy, Frat Party, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Loot, Mean, Mug Shot, Ominous, Outrage, Prison, Rage, Rape, Riot, Scary, South Central, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Struggle, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Cowbell, Drums, Guitar, Percussion
BPM:
88
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
What I Am
Been bangin' since I was seven
A lost hope
Put on some Dickey's and picked up a.44
A flame thrower, feeling no jokes
I opened up on my veins and nearly overdosed
No Similac suckin' young hoodie's buckin'
Hold fully automatics I'm a semi-nut and
I cede nothing cause livin wit no dough
If you comin' soft ya slippin' it's a no no I'll lay you low
Cause I am
Huntin' for the folks that slick slicky
Punk if you don't I bury slow lames sickly
You hopin' I'll go, set you free, can't without the keys
I'ma end the matter wit the magazine make ya peace.
What I am is what I am
So you wanna little peace of me
What I am is what I am
I'ma show you how it's gonna be
Please forgive me when we settle the sco'...so street
My mortal enemy has taken my soul my life's overtaken
For my minds seekin'
No sleep, my brain's leakin'
When I tried giving up the fangs cut deep and rough
I'm feelin' stuck, I'm a soldier forsaken seekin' lovin'
I'm dreaming holding the trigger with 9 killers dumpin'
I strayed wrong, chasin' mo dough, robbin' and peelin' I'm cold bottled up, my domino's falling slow!
Now take a look at ya! When seein' mo' figures in dollar-takes the mo' we lie!
And all the sorrows keep my criminal insane karma comin'.
When it comes a callin' and I fall who's going wit' me now?
There's no fakin', there's no more "take-a-knee"
Walkin' the stroll so meekly
Singin' a song so sickening
Too many blunts you won't wake up
You're only weakening
Thickest one- we sickin' 'em
Then I'll hook you up to mega watts and make you think again
Rotten to the core
I spit and now you know
Don't wanna push me son, fo' sho' end the scenario
Arms-fitted an I'm so quick wit' it
If you balk gonna walk that talk; don't want that chalk; you smerk- I'll wreck it! Cause I
Gobierno
Artist(s): Paco
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
Latin
Subcategories:
Cartel Rap, Hip Hop, Latin Hip Hop, Latin Hip Hop Rap, Male Vocal, Narco Rap, Rap, Spanish, Urban, World
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angry, Barrio, Chaos, City, Cops, Corruption, Crime, Criminal, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, East LA, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Government, Gritty, Guns, Injustice, Jail, Latin American, Mean, Mexican, Mexico, Narco, Ominous, Oppression, Outrage, Prison, Rage, Scary, Shooting, Social Commentary, South Central, Spanish Lyrics, Street, Streets, Struggle, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
93
Language:
Spanish
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Gobierno
GOBIERNO (Original Spanish)
Esto es lo que pienso... cerdos!
CHORUS 1 (2X)
P*** Gobierno, todo corrupto
No somos brutos
No sean injustos
El pobre es mas pobre
El rico es mas rico
Vamos cayendo de c*** y de hocico
VERSE 1
Soy uno mas, uno mas de la lista
De estos inmigrantes buscando nueva vida
Pues de donde vengo no hay otra salida
Que venir a la Unite por la comida
Algo tan sencillo como el pan en la mesa
Alla es muy dificil pues abunda la pobreza
Nunca hay trabajo y si lo hay es mal pagado
Todo te lo roban
Todo esta c*****
P*** gobierno que nada mejora
Por eso emigran tantas personas
Marihuana y la coca es la moda
Todo se empeora
Es pura joda
Que es lo que pasa, ah, yeah?
Pues nadie hace nada, nadie hace nada
Por esto escribo desde tierras nevadas
Buscando la plata, mi vida cambiada
CHORUS 1 (2X)
VERSE 2
Y ahora me hablan de libre comercio
Que sera mejor y habra trabajo
Como les puedo creer
Si debajo todo lo venden
Y todo es mas caro
Marcha mi pueblo y busca respuestas
Se escuchan voces se escuchan protestas
De nada sirve si al final llega el pago
Nota rebajado el dia del paro
Solo estan los que meten la mano
Los que roban al gallo tapado
Son hijueputas ladrones
Esos politicos senores
Los que mandan en la cochina asamblea
Para que el lunes usted lea
Se robaron a las secretarias
Se robaron la plata de la malaria
CHORUS 1 (2X)
VERSE 3
Si eres mi hermano dame la razon
De donde venimos esta todo cabron
Si eres mi hermano I'll tell you the truth
Estamos aqui for money like you
Si eres mi hermano dame la razon
De donde venimos esta todo cabron
Si eres mi hermano I'll tell you the truth
Estamos aqui for money like you
CHORUS 1 (2X)
CHORUS 2
P*** Gobierno, todo corrupto
Que nada cambia, que nada cambia
El pobre es mas pobre
El rico es mas rico
Que nos hunde, que nos hunde
P*** gobierno, todo corrupto
Que nos acaba, que nos acaba
El pobre es mas pobre
El rico es mas rico
OUTRO
Que todo roba, todo lo roba
Y aqui estamos cabrones
Luchando por nuestros ideales
Luchando por estar mejor
Porque nos tienen c*****s
P*** Gobierno
Que si no fuera por esos pinches politicos cabrones
Estariamos mejor, compadre
________________________________________
GOBIERNO (English Translation)
GOVERNMENT
This is what I think...pigs!
CHORUS 1 (2X)
F****** government, all corrupt
We're not idiots
Don't be unfair
The poor are poorer
The rich are richer
We keep falling on our a** and our face
VERSE 1
I'm just one more, one more on the list
Of the immigrants searching for a new life
For when I'm from there is no other way out
Than to come to the Status for food
Something as simple as bread on the table
There is difficult for poverty abounds
Never any work and if there is, it's not well paid
Everything is stolen
Everything is f*****
F****** Government doesn't make things better
That's why so many people immigrate
Marijuana and Coke are the fashion
Everything is worse
It's all a joke
What is going on, ah, yeah?
Nobody does anything, nobody does anything
That's why I write from the land of snow
Searching for money, my life will change
CHORUS 1 (2X)
VERSE 2
And now they talk to me about "free trade"
That it'll make it all better, they'll be work
How can I believe them
If they sell out
Everything is so expensive
March my people, look for answers
We hear voices, we hear protests
Nothing happens since when payday comes
Protest day pay is deducted
All who survive are those who dirty their hands
Those who steal from the poor
They're damn thieves
These politicians
The ones who rule in the assembly
Just so Monday you can read
That the secretaries have been kidnapped
They've stolen the money for the malaria cure
CHORUS 1 (2X)
VERSE 3
If you're my brother tell me I'm right
Where we come from, everything is f*****
If you're my brother I'll tell you the truth
We're here for money like you
If you're my brother tell me I'm right
Where we come from, everything is f*****
If you're my brother I'll tell you the truth
We're here for money like you
CHORUS 1 (2X)
CHORUS 2
F****** government, all corrupt
Nothing changes, nothing changes
The poor are poorer
The rich are richer
We're drowning, we're drowning
F****** government, all corrupt
That ruins us, that ruins us
The poor are poorer
The rich are richer
OUTRO
They steal all, they steal all
And here we are
Fighting for our ideals
Fighting to be better
Because they've f***** us
F****** Government
If it weren't for those f****** a**hole politicians
We'd be better off, my brother
What You Lookin' At
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angels, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Bullet, City, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dance, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, Dying, East LA, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Killers, Mean, Mug Shot, Murder, NYC, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Prison, Radio, Scary, Shooting, South Central, Street, Streets, Struggle, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Violence, War
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
94
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
What You Lookin' At
What u Lookin at?
Chorus
What you lookin' at - boy you better watch yourself - leave with your health
What you lookin' at - you ain't never seen a G. before, now that's for sure
Yeah what you lookin' at - time's up, better turn and run - feel my gun
Yeah what you lookin' at - what you lookin' at
1st Verse
What you lookin' at fool
I'm hot tempered and I'm cruel
Have you duckin' mini missles as they spittin' out my tool
I'm not the one you wanna mess wit'
You can get lit
I'm the one they come to
When they want gangstas hit
A cold-hearted savage
Doing much damage
If you ever try to cross
I'll fry you up like cabbage
Boy I'm way too sick
Roll wit' a grimy clique
I decide I'm coming for you
I won't quit...
..Until
You hide or peel
Or you eat some steel
You playin' but I'm an old school G for real
Roll wit' a.44
Soon as I hit tha do'
They all get ta scatterin'
They already know
That I'm a killa man and I don't play
If you like ya livin' homey
Stay out my way
Savor revenge and I ain't got no love
Got a collection on my wall of G's mauled and stuffed
I carry major stacks
Won't hesitate to clap
Blow out ya back, Dog
Who you lookin' at?
Repeat Chorus
2nd Verse
Dog, you must be crazy
Thinkin' you gon' play me
Cause I'm kinda chubby and my eyes a little lazy
I've dealt with cats like you before
Twist ya wig back and jack ya 'Lac
Outside the corner store
In broad daylight
Somehow no witness though
You shoulda listened to 'em
Boy they told you so
I should wear a black cape
Look at all this yellow tape
I got tha munchies off these herbs and you look like yellow cake
I told you boy don't mess wit' me
Specialize in kidnappin', grand larceny
Cross me then ya done
I always carry my gun
You hate the street life
Man I do it for fun
You see me boy it's best you duck
I'm the one to bring tha blues
Homey that's wassup!
A 10 megaton bomb waiting to erupt
A cold-hearted demon
I don't give a (What!!!)
Like to wear black
Love to blast and scrap
I'll put you on ya back
Can you handle that?
Repeat Chorus
What you lookin' at
My nickel-plated nine?
Boy you don't want that
You gonna mess around and get ya scull cracked
E'ry time you in my zone
I'm smellin' kit-kat
Playa get back
I'm movin' major keys
This ain't no rivalry
You mean nothing to me dog
You'll be a casualty
Of a misguided ego and a thirst for fame
There was 19 before you and yaw all was lameAll you heard was a crack
Then all you saw was black
You shoulda thought of who you was mean muggin' at
You never met a G as raw as me
Take bums like you out constantly
Repeat Chorus
This Is My Block
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1970s, Entertainment News, Funk, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Soul
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angry, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Chaos, City, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dance, Dark, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, East LA, Energetic, Energy, Funky, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Mean, Mug Shot, NYC, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Party, Porn, Prison, Radio, Scary, Sex Flick, South Central, Street, Streets, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Upbeat, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
95
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
This Is My Block
THIS IS MY BLOCK
Chorus
This is my block – this is my block
The rock ain't gon' stop
This place is hot y'all – Ho ------
Verse 1
Posted up chokin'
On some Indo green
Stacked up in the back
Too many Stacks
I'm mean
These streets is the King's streets
It seems
Everyone or two years I have to make 'em lean
Hit 'em with tha machines
If you run the block
Heavy Handed Means!
Greasy
Enough cake to make your wake come quicker than a sun beam
Run up on you with the Fo' leave ya leaking
Pulling capers and I'm squeezing
It's Pleasing!
Yeah you nippy but I'm FREEZING
Fully automatic cracks
Now yo' whole family's weeping
Stop ya madness young dudes
I'm a veteran killa
Servin' 22 blocks
On every corner I'm the major dealer
Only 19 when I wrapped a Milla
You taking over the flow? Stop it will ya!
Ya pocket's thin? Boy I feel ya
But is it worth eating steel bullet dinners?
Repeat Chorus
Verse 2
We get it poppin'
What you talkin' bout dude?
You up in da club..
Chump, I own the club
You see how all they' eyes is glued
On my section roped off it's a thug reunion
We tucked with our tools.. Send
Them Bunnies over it's time for pattin' pannies
More throats in action in the back than the Grammys
Everybody on the floor throwin' 'bows and two-steppin'
I'm not a DJ but I make lean back when I'm pepperin'
No stressing
Mo weapons
Than the American
Airforce and you the Taliban
I'm the worst
I'm the HEAT man
I keep grams
Kilo'd up
Grands in rubber bands
Understand Fam?
Cold-hearted G and I don't give a damn
Yeah they saw what happened
But they won't take the stand
Everybody give respect
Cousin, I'm the man!
Taxin', Clappin', It's crackin'
That's why I'm rappin'
Repeat Chorus
Vamp
Watch yo' back!
No matter what you do
Dog I'm watching you
You betta' watch yo' back!
I got eyes on every corner, plenty guns to shoot
Homey don't get smacked!
I'll treat you like my hoes if you disrespect
Make me grab the Tech
Or maybe grab ya neck!
Homey watch yo' back
You'll pay a heavy debt
Watch yo' back!
No matter what you do
Dog I'm watching you
You betta' watch yo' back!
I got eyes on every corner, plenty guns to shoot
Homey don't get smacked!
I'll treat you like my hoes if you disrespect
Make me grab the Tech
Or maybe grab ya neck!
Them slugs is hot
Homey, This is My Block!!
This Is A Raid
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
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Category:
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Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angels, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Bullet, City, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dance, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, Dying, East LA, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Killers, Mean, Mug Shot, Murder, NYC, New York, Night Club, Old School, Ominous, Party, Prison, Radio, Raid, Scary, Shooting, South Central, Street, Streets, Struggle, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Violence, War
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
92
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
This Is A Raid
This is a Raid
Chorus
This is a raid - git your hands up
Just stay in your place an' keep your mouth shut
This is a raid - git your hands up
Better stay in your place an' keep your mouth shut
Everybody freeze - everybody freeze
1st Verse
While you was rollin' flashy out wit' ya crew
While yaw was sellin' bricks I was watchin' you
You made a name
But you know the game
You sellin' in my hood
I gotta get ya mayne!!
Look, I'm a G for real
I own cops, crack shops, plenty of steel
I can't let you ride up in my hood
And sell major rocks like its all good (pause)
I've been settin' this trap for months
Make it difficult we'll have to clap
For once,
Do what's in ya best interests dude
If ya make a wrong move homeboy ya throughRepeat Chorus
2nd Verse
Young G you know how these streets be
Homicides, back knives, arm robberies
Take it like a man
Son you chose this life
I did it cause I can
You was livin' trife
You think cause you was out here mini-ballin'
Than you could avoid the wrath of me
Boy quit ya stallin'
Give me all dem bricks
Give me all ya chips
We takin' all ya wips
And we'll be back if you get loose lips
Hurry up, oh ya boy's bein' lazy
He had to try me now his eyes is all glazed see
I love my pump
I'm quick to dump
Better keeps ya hands up
We some riders chump!!
Repeat Chorus
Vamp
Put ya hands up
We grindin'
No whinin'
We ridin'
Ya getting' stuck up
Stop cryin'
Or ya dyin'
No lyin'
Repeat Vamp 2x
Repeat Chorus
It's Gettin' Nasty
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
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Category:
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Subcategories:
2000s, 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, Jail, Krump, Krump Dancing, Krumping, Mean, Mug Shot, NYC, Nasty, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Party, Prison, Radio, Scary, Sexy, South Central, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Upbeat, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Guitar, Horns, Piano, Slide Guitar, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
97
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
It's Gettin' Nasty
It's Gettin' Nasty
Chorus
It's Gettin' Nasty
It's Gettin' Nasty
It's Gettin' Nasty in Here
We Gettin' Nasty
We Gettin' Nasty
It's Gettin' Nasty
It's Gettin' Nasty in Here
1st Verse
A brotha finally made to the weekend
I need a few freaks
It's been two weeks
Poured me a glass of Hen
And now we rollin', chokin' on dat Bluegrass
Puff and Pass boy!!!
Don't play with me
Dey been workin' me
Time to let my hair down
Now I'm pagin Chief
I know it's goin' down
"Where da broadies be?"
" I heard it's goin' down at Suga T's majorly!"
Please, be the right one baby!
All a playa need is one right laday
And a sack of dat Supa Kill
Lick a couple suckas, and peel, hit the motel
"Fool, get out the way!"
Now my boss is pagin' 911
"Not today"
Tonight I'm flying free
I'm on a Nasty Mission, Nasty Girls, Nasty No Inhibitions
Repeat Chorus
2nd Verse
Ooh I'm likin' this
Caught that herbal mist outside the backdoor
It's lookin' dangerous
Gave the codeword
She looked at my man and let us in
Homey's to the left dice jigglin'
Hold up dog, let me break these brothas
I'm causin' problems wit dey baby's mothers
I don't know what could be goin' on inside dey heads
Instead of buyin' diapers, "Dummies, give me dat bread!!"
Looked to the right, spotted baby in red
She licked her lips, rubbed her hips, and led
Me down a flight of stairs to a private room
She whispered in my ear "My name is Doo Yu Soon"
Are you serious
Her rump was so trunk, I was curious
I don't know where we was 'bout to go
But if she wanna get nasty, man I'm ready fo'sho'
Repeat Chorus
3rd Verse
So I'm on the couch and she's straddlin' me
A pretty pink thong on, I grabbed dem cheeks
Then she started doin' dat dirty dancin'
Flirtin' and jerkin',unzipped my pants man!
Ol' Girl, you doin' it
Anything I got, baby you could get
She put it in her hand and started massagin'
My stick was wider than a three-car-garage, then
She grabbed my hand
Gently put my fingers in her promised land
It was gushing, soon I was pushing
I had to pound her tooshing
And I soaked her bushing
Repeat Chorus
Hard Time
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
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Category:
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Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angels, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Bullet, City, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dance, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, Dying, East LA, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Hard Time, Jail, Killers, Mean, Mug Shot, Murder, NYC, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Prison, Radio, Scary, Shooting, South Central, Street, Streets, Struggle, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Violence, War
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
94
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Hard Time
Hard Time
Chorus
It's hard time we're doing
Yeah the clock is hardly moving
But I'll take this life of ruin
Instead of being back on the streets
I'm here with my brothers
Livin in a world like to other
Doing 25 'til the end
This is hard time
Hard time
1st Verse
I had to rob & kill
Showed meticulous skill
w/ terrorist occupations
I imposed my will
On the weak and the strong
Partied all night long
After slangin' crack
And cappin enemies in throngs
I enjoyed the street life
It gave me everything I needed
Money, cars, and broads
Understandings with the law
Death- when I decreed it
You was gone with zeal
Got caught wit' steel
Out of town kickin it
Behind the wheel for real
Officer smelled weed in the air
Traced the bullets back, two merks, I caught a pair
(pause)
of 25 year-to-life sentences
(pause)
shadows
(long pause)
Apply the pressure when they break
Give it up, it's all mine, it's too late
(pause)
It's my show I can handle the grind
Me and homies handle thangs
Doin' HARD TIME!
Repeat Chorus
Vamp
I'm still gone grind
I'm doing hard time
Hard time
What's yours is mine
This is hard time
Hard time
You better watch you do
You doing hard time
You're all mine
Me and my crew
It's our time
Doing hard timeapplied my street life
Now I'm entrenched in here!!
The price you have to pay - a life of crime
Got the homeys in here I'm doing hard time
These are the cards I've dealt and I ain't looking back
Cause in here they still fear me
I'm the king of the pack
Repeat Chorus
2nd Verse
(pulled)... It's still the street life
Everything's the same, the cell-block-is-the corner
People scheme for fame
(pause)
You might get stuck
Riots, nights erupt
Slip in the weight room
And get hockey-pucked
Try-to-pay-me-late
I Snatch they dinner plates
Wifey sends the monthly letter
Man, I take they cake
These punks know
I set-it-off fo' sho'
Me and the homes run da spot
Keep a steady flow
Of product circulatin'
I'm a gangsta bro
(pause)
Pay the guards, but I'm realizin' though
Get a chance they'll take-you-out-quick
There's always enemies lurkin' in da
Get It Done
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, Angels, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Bullet, City, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dance, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, Dying, East LA, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Killers, Mean, Mug Shot, Murder, NYC, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Prison, Radio, Scary, Shooting, South Central, Street, Streets, Struggle, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Violence, War
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
91
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Get It Done
GET IT DONE
Pledge allegiance to the grimy, I love it, I get it done
Decide to take the hit out on you- no where to run
Once I get that blunt smoke deep up in my lungs Boy
I'm meditatin' on mutilatin' den grab my gunz
I'm feared on these streets, cold killa, quick trigga
I'm never hesitatin', forsaken, the deal sealer
Controllin' my terrain
Stay in da lanes
Put 2 to ya brain
Against da grain
Da realest G in that game
On sight
Son I'll light you up like a pimple
When u cornered creep up on ya
In da mornin'
Then I say goodnight
Catch you slippin' in my danger zone
It's major drama for ya mama
When I send you home
Her child is gone
Chorus
If I come for you, you won't hear a sound
I'll creep upon on you slow
Then I'll lay you down
If ya smart, tell ya homies I don't play around
I'm bad for ya health, Boy don't mess wit me
(I'm Gunnin'!!)
6-2 Chiseled Physique
Lost my daddy when I was 2
Ma couldn't handle me
At 11 O.G. homies had me hold da heat
And I found that I liked bustin'
It's my specialty
On the regular I was buckin' and them chumps was duckin'
I enjoyed puttin' fear in dey eyes and over nothin'
Cause I'm cold like that, I love my gat
I'm a legendary cap peela
Check my stats
Ladies screamin' "What's Happenin?"
When da villain gets to clappin'
Then it's chaos in the streets
Homicides for weeks
Daddy brings that drama
Playa you can wear your body armor
BAD KARMA is my name
You can't escape the pain
If I come for you, you won't hear a sound
I'll creep upon on you slow
Then I'll lay you down
If ya smart, tell ya homies I don't play around
I'm bad for ya health, Boy don't mess wit me
(Keep Runnin')
Hey duke ain't that somethin'
2 weeks ago you was bumpin' ya gums like you was dumpin'
Now half tha blood in ya body's on the street and clumpin'
Ya homies in da back of they 'Lac
They heads is slumpin'
Screamed like some ladies
When da pump was pumpin'
A mercenary 'till hell freeze
It's bad luck when I am on your tail
Your ship will sailed
I've never bailed
No witnesses were left to tell
Surgical with a.45 or.38
Or an AK shell a send u swiftly to your wake
If it's your fate
Caught in tha wrath of a psychopath
333 X 2 – Homey you do the math!
Feel The Pain
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, Angels, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Bullet, City, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dance, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, Dying, East LA, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Killers, Mean, Mug Shot, Murder, NYC, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Pain, Prison, Radio, Scary, Shooting, South Central, Street, Streets, Struggle, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Violence, War
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
94
Key:
G♯m/A♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Feel The Pain
Feel the Pain
Chorus
Yeah You're gonna feel the pain
You'll never be the same, Yeah
You're gonna feel the pain
You won't believe it
When you feel it
You're gonna feel the pain
You ain't never gonna be the same,
You're gonna feel the pain, Yeah
You won't believe it
When you feel it
1st Verse
You won't believe the pain (pause)
Full-time felon yall know my name, I slang
Quick to bang
I control a gang (pause)
Of rowdy-thug-gangstas
All united, we slang
More greens and coke than a little bit
Step outta line
We'll smoke you
Give the cops the fits
Bold, intemperate bro, so I get
Mo money than 'em all
Squeeze for the hell of it
Raised to hold heat
Thrived on seedy blocks
The game is all in me mayne
I can't stop
If I get the drop on you
I'm blastin', few
Survive a confrontation
Stop the beggin- your threw!
(long pause)
Of Newports in da pen
Make you fade to black
Repeat Chorus
Vamp
You don't want to cross me
I'll make you feel da pain
Feel da pain
Talkin' a lot being flossy
I'll put 2 in ya brain
You don't want to test me
You don't want to cross me
Don't want to feel my reign
I'm insane
I'm insane
Love to bang
It's all over if I want you mayne
Repeat Chorus
In the middle of the street ya shake
Boy I'll rock your world
Like a violent quake
Stopped my cross-town rivals movin major weight
I'm servin all you suckas
I ain't givin no breaks
Repeat Chorus
2nd Verse
I'll go blow for blow
Rivalries fo' sho; (pause)
Ended violently over drugs and dough
(pause)
You really didn't want confrontation yo
Cause I'm a killa for real
You've been shot befo'
(long pause)
I guess the message didn't sink in, and I guard my rep
I'm looking for homey- watch ya step
I was husslin' while you slept
Hit you five times, heard your mother wept
My side gangstas are the craziest
Homicides when des guns are blazin its (pause)
Real in da field
A'ready made a mil (pause)
Blew a mil, I'm still rakin' major scrill
(For Real?) (pause)
I'm really not playin' dude
Your eyes is shifty
If ya break my rules
You'll disappear quicker than a carton pack
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!
Before I Die
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angels, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Bullet, City, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dance, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, Dying, East LA, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Killers, Mean, Mug Shot, Murder, NYC, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Prison, Radio, Scary, Shooting, South Central, Street, Streets, Struggle, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Violence, War
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
93
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Before I Die
BEFORE I DIE
CHORUS:
Before I die I'm gonna beat the street
Gonna take my toll on society
Settle all my debts wit my enemies
Before I die, Before I die
Back in the joint yall know my name
Hard core killa that's my claim to fame
All props to me I'm gonna own this game
Before I die, Before I die
This is my warning and I won't repeat it
Try to cross me and You'll end up deleted
You rockin jewels, flashin tools
Give me all ya loot and take this lashin fool!
Man they just don't listen
Wifey looked up and him and his car was missin
You betta understand
It gets crucial, blow
The back of ya cranium
Take you man out, bro
I-Don't-Think-You-Realize
How quickly it could end
Can't get your hands untied
Blindfolded in my basement
With my gat in ya face
Its getting crowded in these streets
I guess I'll make some space
I always go for broke
you though you was a G
Take my position? Nope!
Politicians in my hand
I'm supplyin' dope..Blastin
Have you in the street dancing Loc!
It's really best stay out my way
Cold-blooded Killa I don't play
CHORUS
Give it up or you'll be spittin' up
In da middle of the street you can't believe ya luck
I know you own the liquor store's been here for years
I'm tryna say you got a new partner dear
Tha whole hood kicks in
I'm always on my grind
And I don't want no friends
I creep through the fog with ease
5 minutes after smokin' you
I'm home smokin' on some trees
It's Rough!
The street game's a risk but I love the drama
Some suckas end up missin'
When I pull heat
Put you on your knees
Make your last prayer
Crack a smile and squeeze
Boy you don't really want it
I'm livin it fo' real
E'ry day a wad of money
I'm collectin bills packin steel
Nobody thinks of testing
Cause they know I'll peel
It's really best stay out my way
Take you out man, I don't play
CHORUS
You don't wanna feel da pain
I run these streets
Kill my enemies
Everybody knows my name
This is my hood
It's all good
I'm the ruler of the game
Livin the street life
The street life
The Comeup
Artist(s): Arsonist
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
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Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Reality TV Moods & Emotions, Tension and Suspense
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Bullet, City, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dance, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, Dying, East LA, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Killers, Mean, Mug Shot, Murder, NYC, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Prison, Radio, Reality TV, Scary, Shooting, South Central, Street, Streets, Struggle, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Violence, War
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Percussion, Synthesizer
BPM:
87
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Willing To Die
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
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Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Angels, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Bullet, Chill, City, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dance, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, Dying, East LA, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Killers, Laid Back, Mean, Mug Shot, Murder, NYC, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Prison, Radio, Scary, Shooting, South Central, Street, Streets, Struggle, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Violence, War
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
92
Key:
A♯m/B♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Willing To Die
WILLING TO DIE
For the brothers at my side I'd be willin' to die
Getting high all the time I'd be willin' to die
We keep riding the streets me and my posse in crime
For what's left of my life I'd be willin' to die
I been dying to try see this look in my eye
First lesson in the street can't compete with me
Lookin' hard little gangsta making me look over my shoulder
Bumpin' a range rover with the bulletproof glass
Had to get that hook up some things in my past
Bound to catch up to me man I might not last
Makin suckas bleed lean out the window and blast
Don't try to sneak up man I think too fast
I hope they come undercover man I'll say self defense
Looking at my life I can't claim innocence
It came and it went much money been spent
Many wigs been bent back and twisted with the lethal
Times up game over ain't no sequel
Ain't no such thing as evil it's do or die
Gangsta hustler a piece of the pie
For the brothers at my side I'd be willin' to die
Getting high all the time I'd be willin' to die
We keep riding the streets me and my posse in crime
For what's left of my life I'd be willin' to die
Ever since I was a shorty on the corner drinking 40's
Clockin mathematics movin weight like an addict
Had my boys posted up stoop one and two
If some chickens walk by scoop two or one
Take out the back and then show em my gun
Ice around my neck make you blind from the sun
What kind a high you need? I'll let you try some son
So many enemies anyone could be one
Come and try if you wanna die
I'll make you wonder why
I ride if I wanna ride
Kill you by the bedside don't you see I'm dead right
See the one that make the lead fly down at midnight
Sneakin' up on suckas if you ain't got the cash
Say something son beat that ass with a flashlight
Run sucka run I'm the one with ammunition
Dumb sucka dumb you got the wrong intuition
For the brothers at my side I'd be willin' to die
Getting high all the time I'd be willin' to die
We keep riding the streets me and my posse in crime
For what's left of my life I'd be willin' to die
Come on and try
If you wanna die
Make you wonder why
I ride if I wanna ride
Kill you by the bedside
Don't you see I'm dead right
I'm the one that make the lead fly
Down at midnight
For the brothers at my side I'd be willin' to die
Getting high all the time I'd be willin' to die
We keep riding the streets me and my posse in crime
For what's left of my life I'd be willin' to die
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