Tracks Similar To Dirty Jobs
Magic Bullets
Artist(s): Spiderfingers
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Jared Meeker (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Electronica, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Techno
Keywords:
Battle, Cinematic, Concrete, Crime Scene, Criminal, Dark, Death, Drugs, Dungeon, Eerie, Ethnic, Evil, Gang, Gangster, Ghetto, Guns, Intense, Invasion, Jungle, Machines, Mysterious, Prison, Pursuit, Robots, Scary, Sinister, Sneaky, Street, Tension, War
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
103
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Sinister
Artist(s): Spiderfingers
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Jared Meeker (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap
Keywords:
Atmosphere, City, Cool, Cops, Creepy, Criminal, Dark, Dead Body, Detective, Dirty, Drugs, Eclectic, Exotic, Freaky, Gang, Ghetto, Guns, High, Jail, Jungle, Mean, Murder, Nail Biting, Nasty, Night, Ominous, Party, Pot, Prison, Psychedelic, Relaxed, Scary, Sinister, Sneaky, Stoned, Streets, Suspense, Tension, Thug, Tough, Weird
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Synthesizer
BPM:
95
Key:
C♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Ominous
Artist(s): Spiderfingers
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Jared Meeker (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Drama
Subcategories:
Electro, Electronica, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Techno, Urban, World, World Middle East
Keywords:
Battle, Betrayal, Car, Cinematic, Creepy, Danger, Drama, Driving, Ethnic, Evil, Intense, Invasion, Jungle, Machines, Middle East, Military, Ominous, Plotting, Prison, Pursuit, Robots, Scary, Scheming, Sinister, Sneaky, Street, Tension, Terrorist, Treachery, Underworld, War
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
96
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Dangerous
Artist(s): DMG
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Damon M. Grayson (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap
Keywords:
Alley, Anticipation, Barrio, Chaos, Cinematic, Crime, Dangerous, Dark, Death, Dirty, Drama, Drive By, Fear, Gangsta, Gangster, Ghetto, Grimy, Guns, Hate, Industrial, Jail, Killing, Los Angeles, Mean, Murder, New York, Ominous, Prison, Pursuit, Scary, Score, Shooting, Slasher, Sneaky, Stalker, Street, Suspense, Thriller, Thug, Trailer, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synthesizer
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
87
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Money Machine
Artist(s): Spiderfingers
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Jared Meeker (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Alley, Atmosphere, Bar, Beat, Bouncy, Celebrity, Chill, Chill, City, Classy, Club, Club, Creepy, Detective, Dirty, Drugs, Eclectic, Ethnic, Freaky, Fun, Gangster, Hot, Nasty, Ominous, Party, Pimp, Playful, Relaxed, Sex, Sexy, Slippery, Slow Walk, Smooth, Sneaky, Spacey, Strip, Swagger, Vibe, West Coast
Instruments:
Bass, Claps, Drums, Flute, Percussion, Synthesizer
BPM:
96
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Concrete Instinct
Artist(s): Spiderfingers
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Jared Meeker (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Electro, Electronica, Hip Hop, Instrumental, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Club, Dark, Drama, Edgy, Ethnic, Intense, Invasion, Machines, Military, Ominous, Pursuit, Runway, Scary, Sinister, Sneaky, Street, Style, Suspense, Tension, Trendy, Video Game
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
135
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Side 2 Side
Artist(s): Spiderfingers
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Jared Meeker (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Lounge, Rap, Reggae, Ultra Lounge, World
Keywords:
Ambient Groove, Atmosphere, Beatnik, Bling, Bump, Celebrity, Chill, City, Classy, Club, Club, Cocktails, Cool, DJ, Dirty, Downtown, Drugs, Eclectic, Ethnic, Evening, Exotic, Ghetto, Groove, High, Joint, Laid Back, Nasty, Night, Party, Pot, Psychedelic, Relaxed, Sexy, Smooth, Sneaky, Spacey, Stoned, Street, Strip, Vibe Track, West Coast
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Synthesizer, Turntables
BPM:
93
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Scholarly
Artist(s): Spiderfingers
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Jared Meeker (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Electronic
Subcategories:
Electronica, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Lounge, Modern Ultra Lounge, R&B, Rap, Reggae, Reggae Ambient Dub, Ultra Lounge, Urban, World
Keywords:
Ambient Groove, Atmosphere, Bar, Beatnik, Chill, City, Classy, Club, Cocktails, College, Cool, Curious, Dreamy, Drinking, Drugs, Eclectic, Energy, Ethnic, Exotic, Flirtatious, High, Laid Back, Love, Night, Party, Positive, Pot, Psychedelic, Relaxed, Smooth, Sneaky, Spacey, Stoned, Vibe Track, Weed
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Synthesizer
BPM:
100
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Fake Money
Artist(s): Spiderfingers
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Jared Meeker (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Anxiety, Confused, Crime, Criminal, DJ, Ethnic, Fun, Gangster, Ghost, Halloween, Hip, Impatient, Latin, Money, Party, Question, Scary, Sinister, Smoke, Sneaky, Street, Suspense, Tension
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Harpsichord, Record Scratches, Synthesizer, Turntables
BPM:
95
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Club Banger
Artist(s): Spiderfingers
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Jared Meeker (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap
Keywords:
Alley, Antagonist, City, Club, Concrete, Crime Scene, Dance, Detective, Dirty, Energy, Ethnic, Girls, Guns, Investigation, Jungle, Ladies, Mean, Miami, Nasty, Party, Police, Quirky, Scary, Sinister, Sneaky, Soulful, Spanish, Street, Tension, Tough
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Marimba, Percussion, Shaker, Synthesizer
BPM:
92
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Wonderful
Artist(s): Spiderfingers
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Jared Meeker (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Lounge, Rap, Reggae, Ultra Lounge, World
Keywords:
Ambient Groove, Atmosphere, Chill, City, Classy, Club, Cocaine, Cocktail, Cocktails, Cool, Cruisin, Drugs, Eclectic, Energy, Ethnic, Evening, Exotic, Groove, High, Night, Party, Positive, Pot, Psychedelic, Red Carpet, Relaxed, Sexy, Smooth, Sneaky, Sophisticated, Spacey, Stoned, Streets, Velvet Ropes, Vibe Track, Walk
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Synthesizer
BPM:
95
Key:
G♯m/A♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Turning Corners
Artist(s): 2000 B.C.
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Blake Colie (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Electronic
Subcategories:
Electronica, Hip Hop, Instrumental, R&B, Rap, Urban
Keywords:
Anticipation, Body Bag, City, Dangerous, Dark, Death, Drama, Drive By, Evil, Gangsta, LA, Mean, Menacing, Mysterious, NYC, Night, Night Time, Ominous, Prison, Scary, Street, Tension, Underground, Unknown
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Piano, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
88
Key:
C♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Soul Shack
Artist(s): Spiderfingers
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Jared Meeker (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Lounge, R&B, Rap, Soul, Ultra Lounge
Keywords:
Ambient Groove, Atmosphere, Beatnik, Chill, City, Club, Cocktails, Cool, Date, Drugs, Eclectic, Ethnic, Exotic, Flirtatious, Groove, Hang, High, Hot, Laid Back, Motown, Night, Party, Positive, Pot, Psychedelic, Relaxed, Retro, Roots, Smooth, Sneaky, Sophisticated, Spacey, Stoned, Street, Swagger, Vibe Track
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Synthesizer
BPM:
95
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Come On
Artist(s): Spiderfingers
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Jared Meeker (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Electro, Electronica Electro World Chill Lounge, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Lounge, Neo Soul, R&B, Rap, World
Keywords:
Atmosphere, Beach, Car, Celebrity, Chill, City, Clothes, Cool, Cruise, Drugs, Ethnic, Girls, Hot, Introduction, Ladies, Limo, Lovers Rock, Mellow, Night, Night Club, Party, Positive, Pot, Relaxed, Romance, Romantic, Sexy, Slow, Smooth, Sneaky, Street, Strip, Uplifting
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Flute, Synthesizer
BPM:
93
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Willing To Die
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, 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
Playin' Dirty
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
Similar Tracks
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, 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, Mean, Mug Shot, NYC, Nasty, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Party, Prison, Radio, Scary, Sexy, South Central, Street, Streets, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Upbeat, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
85
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Playin' Dirty
PLAYIN' DIRTY
Chorus
Playin' Dirty
When we ridin'
Playin' Dirty
When we clubbin'
Playin' Dirty
We be comin'
Playin' Dirty
C'mon
Verse 1
Po-Po's always tryna catch us ridin' dirty
What's up derty?
It's time to flip this birdie
Columbian stacks in the safe
We tryna make a bundle add the bakin'soda to it den you shake it
After you chop and separate it
You' ridin' dubs thru the town
Let the suckas hate it!
Associates in every state
But be careful cause the streets is watchin' all the money that you make, wait!!
We Bossin'
Don't get it twisted when we flossin'
We'll take it to the mats
We love to hear the sounds of the muzzle crack
Boy you don't want that
We'll pop the trunk and twist your cap back
We countin' money like the NASDAQ – it's too much
We keep the baddest broads – for two months
We been lounging down by the water in San Drope
Rubbin' on big booties
That's how big boys play hey!
Repeat Chorus
Verse 2
When it's mission time
There ain't a lot of barkin'
We get on our grind
A couple blunts we get to sparkin'
Our intelligence is better than the CIA
Assets watchin' your everymove, everyday
When it's time to launch the attack
I carry the MAC
Budda got the AK and we both wearin' black
We creep real slow
Before you know it
You feeling like you floatin'- the world receding below, it's
Not a dream
Boy you've passed away
My motto's "Best ya pull it, instead of taking a bullet!"
So you little rat punks get it straight
We the grimiest click no mistake
Homey take ya time and get ya weight up
You tryna come for mine?
Have you lost your mind?
Betta ask somebody,boy I run this city
Another young G gone what a pity!
Repeat Chorus
Vamp
GUNS!
We got mo guns than a little bit
DRUGS!
We move it in and out, boy we flip a grip!
WAR!
If you really want to test our menace
All I gotta do is give 'em the word- you' finished!
GUNS!
We got mo guns than a little bit
DRUGS!
We move it in and out, boy we flip a grip!
WAR!
If you really want to test our menace
We'll wipe y'all all out it's a dirty business!
Repeat Chorus
A Date With Angels
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
Similar Tracks
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:
Angels, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, 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, Mean, Mug Shot, Murder, NYC, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Prison, Radio, Scary, Shooting, South Central, Street, Streets, Struggle, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
90
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
A Date With Angels
A DATE WITH ANGELS
Time is running out, I feel it slippin' away
time is running out, I see it in my dreams every night
I can't get away from it
Chorus
It's getting' hard to stay alive
The streets are full of blood tonight
An' everything is down to fate
You can't go back 'cos it's too late
Now brother's gone and mama's cryin'
Seems like everybody's dyin'
I know they're comin' for me
But I'm not ready – for a date with angels
A date with angels – a date with angels
Verse 1
I see death around the corner
I can't delete it
The Vision repeats over and over
There's no reprieve.. Click!!
Another round in the chamber...OOOOh!
Everytime I make a move
I feel my burning fuse
See the homey's over there creepin'?
The last two nights they been trying to catch a brother sleepin'
Didn't see 'em?
Na, I ain't tripping
That's why no matter where I go I keep the clip in
With the safety off
They tryin' to pick me off
They say I'm off
But I ain't never been soft
The game 'a make you go crazy
The hood's full 'a wannabe gangstas
Or they tryna be Jay Z
I only did it cause it pays me
Had an exit plan
But now I can't see SQUEEZE!
Cause I'm tired of runnin'
Dog I know it's comin'
I see death around the corner!
Repeat Chorus
She was 13 and I was 22
Used to holla at her when she went to school
She was enthralled with the streetlife
As a G I kept my knot right
Kept the product for them pipes
Told youngin' "Get ya mind right shortie. Betta stay out these streets!"
"Cause messin' wit' 'da street life
It'll get you caught up
Hunger combined with jealousy It'll get you buck Bucked!
Like you never was
You a Pup!
There's Killas out here and they don't give a What!!
She didn't listen man she did her thang
Two weeks ago they found her and her Thuggy slain!
Repeat Chorus
Who I Am
Artist(s): Spiderfingers
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Jared Meeker (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Electronica, Hip Hop, Instrumental, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Ambient Groove, Atmosphere, Beatnik, Chill, City, Club, Cocktails, Cool, Drugs, Eclectic, Electro Lounge, Ethnic, Exotic, High, India, Night, Party, Pot, Psychedelic, Relaxed, Smooth, Sneaky, Spacey, Stoned, Vibe Track
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Dulcimer, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
88
Key:
A♯m/B♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Antagonist
Artist(s): Spiderfingers
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Jared Meeker (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Electro, Electronica, Hip Hop, Instrumental, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Drama, Evil, Intense, Invasion, Investigation, Machines, Ominous, Pursuit, Robots, Scary, Sneaky, Spy, Street, Suspense, Tense, Tension, Video Game, War
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
104
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Going Up Going Down
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
Similar Tracks
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:
Entertainment News, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arrest, Barrio, Booty, Bump n Grind, City, Clown Dancing, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Crunk, Dance, Dark, Deep South, Dirty, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, Energetic, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Krump, Krump Dancing, Krumping, Mean, Mug Shot, NYC, Nasty, New York, Night Club, Party, Prison, Radio, Sexy, South Central, Streets, Strip Club, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Twerk, Upbeat, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
132
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Going Up Going Down
GOIN' UP GOIN' DOWN
Chorus
Goin' up – goin' down
Booty movin' all around
Git it lef, git it right
Grab a little piece 'n' hold it tite
Goin' up – goin' down
Booty movin' all around
Flash a fitty – watch her go
She's a nasty little HO.....
She goin' up -- she goin' down
She goin' up -- she goin' down
Verse 1
I know where I'd like to sit ya
Baddest B in da club and I gotta get wit ya
In da middle of the dance flo' prancin'
All da goons at the bar knockin' Hen shots glancin'
Let me tell you what I wanna do
Grab ya hips from the back- Booty Bouncin' Boo
Up and Down, Left to Right
I can see you wanna pop that thang tonight!
Drop it low and LOWER
Move it faster SLOWER
Baby freak dat beat petite, so sweet; don't mess wit me
I'll blow your back to the front- I'm out!
I'm back! Jigglin' 'til you shout
You got me reelin'
I'm feeling
Have you without a doubt...
Chorus
Verse 2
Gimme' sometin' I can work wit' shorty
"Snap your G-string?"..Ooh my Lordy!
Ya twistin', windin', 'n shakin'
Dem cheeks vibratin' then brakin'
I can see you wanna set dat suga free
No need'n fakin'
We can take a weekend make a motion picture
While we're makin'
Dem ooh! Aah! Sounds
You on my stripper pole sliddin' down
Onion so soft 'n supple
Frustrated?
Give me a couple
Suck sessions
Baby I'm guessin'
Got da buns? I'm a dog
Baby no stressin'
Come on we'll work it out
Have you without a doubt
Chorus
Bridge
We could speed in the Phantom down the highway
Bet I beat that bottom if you swing it my way
Plenty-inch cigar
Get it off so mean if you let me squeeze
Wanna take you home
Mami, I'm Papi
Shorty bend dem knees!!
Toy Soldiers
Artist(s): Spiderfingers
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Jared Meeker (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Comedy, Hip Hop, Instrumental, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Bar, Bling, Car, Cartoon, Cat Walk, Celebrity, Classy, Cool, Count Down, Dance, Dark, Deep, Detective, Energetic, Ethnic, Fight, Flirty, Fun, Guns, March, Night, Party, Playful, Promo, Quirky, Silly, Sneaky, Sports, West Coast
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Flute, Synthesizer
BPM:
98
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Public Gangsta #1
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
Similar Tracks
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, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Bullet, City, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dance, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drug Deal, Drug Dealer, 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:
84
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Public Gangsta #1
Public Gangsta 1
Chorus
It's all over the news - wanted dead or alive
But they forgot only the strong survive
My reign of terror has just begun
I'm Public Gangsta number one
They can't catch me - they'll always fail
I'll never spend the rest of my life in jail
My reign of terror has just begun
I'm Public Gangsta number one!
1st Verse
I'm a drug sellin larcenists
End up on my list I promise you I'll twist
Bullet holes burnin'
The police squad squirmin'
They look at me as vermin
Keep they stomachs churnin
Homey, I'm goin for mine
All my ladies work the corner
Man I'm on the grind
Cause untimely demises
I'm deeply despised
They wanna see my end
I see the look in dey eyes
It's a war out here and I control an army
Of predicate felons
It's so alarming
Sellin ki's and trees
I do what I please
It takes a certified G to bring a city to its knees
I don't care
You don't like boy then say somethin'
SAY SOMETHIN!
DO SOMETHIN!
I ain't chest thumpin'
I fill body bags fo real
My.9's my only friend
Man I love my steel
Be careful what you say
Just stay out my way
Have you duckin and divin' as my AK sprays
Run-up
If I'm lookin for you son
You betta carry ya gun
I'm Public Gangsta #1
Vamp
They'll never
They'll never
They'll never take me
I'm a keep on slangin these rocks mayne!
They'll never
They'll never
They'll never catch me
I'm a keep terrorizin' these streets mayne!
If they ever
They ever
They ever catch me
I'm a shoot anything that moves mayne!
I don't care what they say
They'll never take me back
They'll never see me fry
I ain't afraid to die!!
I run these streets
At night I creep
The boss of the bosses
Dog I never sleep
No words to say
No compromise – I'll spray
Get caught up in my biz
You've seen ya last day
You betta pray!
Run-Up
I do it for fun
I always carry my gun
I'm Public Gangsta #1
Repeat Chorus
2nd Verse
They'll never take me back alive
I got 2 strikes
Spent half my life deprived
Man I'm cheefin' in my 'Lac
Slangin lb's of crack
Addin' bills to my stack
Houses full of sacks
Neighborhood stores have to pay me fo sho
The baby G's don't test me
They already know
I catch a 3rd strike I'm done
So I'm no the one
Creep up on ya slow and collapse ya lung
When the pump gets ta pumpin' everybody gets ta jumpin'
2 a.m. rollin' and my beats is bumpin'
Run-up
I'll never run
I'm a real G
I love the street life
Boy ya feel me!
'til my last breath
I'll be squeezin' my gun
I'm Public Gangsta #1
Just Hang
Artist(s): St. John
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Dino Soldo (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Brandino Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1990s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Alley, Barrio, Chill, City, Dark, Drive By, Drugs, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, Hang, High, Laid Back, Mean, Ominous, Pot, Prison, Relax, Scary, Stoner, Street, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
91
Key:
F♯/G♭
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Just Hang
JUST HANG
Laid back thinking chillin in the Lincoln
On the brink of vexin' but I shouldn't be stressing
All of this existence is a blessin confessin
To my many women in the back seat sinkin'
Into separate dreams roll up smoking the conduit
Spliff lit ill admit if it's a gift it should beget a
Righteous destiny smokin session come with blessings
Too many troops with too many youths trying to get loot
Who do dem shoot cant discuss discussion
It's a dangerous transgression
Just hang
Cause it aint no thing
Scandalous can handle just its own exist a vandalous
Contagious way of operating ignorance in angeles
Forget it find the fit and just lay back and just get lit
Kid its far too close to overdose no one to trust only boast
One particular way of thinking sink in sunshine state of liquid slow
My tempo down to beats complete as you and me could only be
In this a free delicious breathing only competing with the airs
Of existence this is just a persistence of magnetical realizations
Super evident and existential in the mentals climb a mountain
Exponentially each and every day hey
Chill relax and just lay back
Repeat
Chorus
RAST
It's Gettin' Nasty
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
Similar Tracks
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:
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
Don't Mean Nothin'
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
Similar Tracks
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:
1990s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Alley, Barrio, Chill, City, Dark, Drive By, Drugs, Early 2000s, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, Laid Back, Late 90s, Mean, Mid 90s, Ominous, Prison, Scary, Street, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
86
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Don't Mean Nothin'
DON'T MEAN NOTHIN'
Don't mean nothin', don't mean nothin'
(For the ones that didn't make it)
Don't mean nothin', don't mean nothin'
(For the ones that are fakin' it, it don't mean nothin' to me)
Don't mean nothin', don't mean nothin'
(Got you spotted, got you spotted)
Don't mean nothin', don't mean nothin'
That's right, you know, you know
Pop pop -- the shots get dropped like the rag top and the beats don't stop
Like Mr. King and the cops sellin' rocks on the block
It's the have and have-nots, I'll never be spotted
Got a camouflage physique and when I speak
You know your knees might buckle country huckleberry
Follow my lead to plant seeds, a new breed, no greed
Everybody get money in the land of honey
Milk go down smoother than silk, I'm well-built
Got 5 years in the tank to thank, I got bank and a certain amount of lovelies
A couple of them be ugly but they're the best, see
Kid I heard you tried to smoke me but I'm a local low g.,
Concentrate and focus, no hocus-pocus, the jokers get assassinated
Fascinated by the number of caskets at the end of the day
See the real steel shining lining clouds - I don't play
(I'm a veteran, see --- I got eyes in the back of my dome peace)
(I won't rest 'til I cease -- I'm about to show you how we do it)
You see the second verse about the smashing universe
I don't rehearse I spit bursts - used to snatch a couple of purses
Smoked out in the back route real smooth then moving no doubt
Laser in the middle of your dome scope I roam hope you're home
All alone cut the lines to the telephone bangin' like a metronome
Drop a dime make a rhyme, gettin' it right every time
Don't turn around - I'm right behind you
Play you and rewind you, fast-forward 'cos the truth is stranger than fiction
My diction's so precise I lead the blind to light I'm not askin' you to fight
I'm like a falcon in flight, 'cos this could be your last night so act right
Quit cryin', why you lyin? I'm detecting a fatal flaw in your inflection
You see the street's hot heat, no guessin', I'm a lethal weapon
If you have to ask the question you get blasted in all directions
(Yeah no more questions, see -- leave it up to the p-o-l-i-c-e)
(you never catch me g., never catch me -- too fast homey)
No doubt crack it open -- sip on the concrete yeah
Blood on my shoulders as I get a little older, pulla heist and rock ice
AS if my body was frozen, I'm chosen no supposin'
Got a load on my back, makes me rock like boulders, I smolder
I simmer 'cos I'm known to hold heat
Open the door, '64, low slow in my seat
If you got an extra beat I got multiple personalities, so smoked out
I got doubt about reality, no doubt
Yeah, no doubt, it don't mean nothin', see -- 'co I'm ruthless, g.)
From south cen to the L.B.C. uhh -- east side where we reside yeah)
Low little shorty like this little shorty like that - in the place to be see)
Yeah don't stop don't stop -- you see me comin' on your block,
You can't do nothin' about it see
Yeah roll up middle of the night, whatever you know
Don't mean nothin' -- been in the game for too long, kid
So don't play shorty don't play shorty don't play uhh
So it's goin' out to all my homies, you know what I mean yeah
Pour a sip on the concrete -- for the ones that didn't make it
For the ones that are fakin' it, it don't mean nothin' to me,
It don't mean nothin', yeah, come on
(C) 2001 Lyrics and Music by Bob Mair, Nick Vincent and Richard Trapp
Follow BTM on