Tracks Similar To Beg For Mercy
Reactivate Me
Artist(s): Geoff Pinckney
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Writer(s):
Geoff Pinckney (PRS) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Rock, Electronica, Electronica Rock, Industrial, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Aggressive, Brooding, City, Control, Dark, Drugs, Gloomy, Industrious, Intense, Paranoid, Provocative, S&M, Sexual, Strip Club, Tense, Underground
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
73
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Reactivate Me
Reactivate Me
Verse 1
You used to be a little piece of dynamite
And gave me something to remember almost every night
So what about now
Have you given it all away?
Is it something I've done?
Is it something I forgot to say?
Verse 2
You said I never had the sense of where to draw the line
That I would push you to the limit almost every time
And look at us now
We're throwing it all away
If it's coming undone
Maybe we could start again
But anyway...
Chorus
Uhuh, uhuh, I know, you said
It's not easy forgiving me
We're too caught up
It's all messed up
Nothing can reactivate me
I Don't Ever
Artist(s): Geoff Pinckney
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Writer(s):
Geoff Pinckney (PRS) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Rock, Electronica, Electronica Rock, Industrial, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Aggressive, Brooding, City, Control, Dark, Drugs, Gloomy, Industrious, Intense, Paranoid, Provocative, S&M, Sexual, Strip Club, Tense, Underground
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
134
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
I Don't Ever
I Don't Ever
Verse
I was just a victim of your need to take control
Pushing me into the darkest place I ever saw
You cheated, lied
not satisfied with all that I could give you
Chorus
You are never gonna take my soul away
I don't ever wanna feel this way again
You are never gonna take my soul away
I don't ever wanna lose my way again
Verse
Cutting through the skin and bone
to see what's left inside
You're the only reason that I'm asking myself, 'why?'
You made the call
screwed us all
and now you're wanting more
Chorus
You are never gonna take my soul away
I don't ever wanna feel this way again
You are never gonna take my soul away
I don't ever wanna lose my way again
Universal
Artist(s): Geoff Pinckney
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Writer(s):
Geoff Pinckney (PRS) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Rock, Electronica, Electronica Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Techno
Keywords:
Action, Aggressive, Cars, City, Club, Control, Dark, Digital, Dramatic, Drugs, Energy, Euro, Exercise, Fashion, Gloomy, Industrious, Intense, Moody, Motorcycles, Mysterious, Paranoid, Promo, Provocative, Red Carpet, Style, Tense, Theatrical, Tough, Trailer, Underground, Video Game
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
118
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Universal
Universal
You're in search of something
It's all a game to you
You never looked in the right places
That don't appeal to you
No one to blame
No one to listen
No one to offend
If you don't speak the truth
Chorus
It's all about you, yeh
It's universal
It's all around you as you'll discover
It's all about you
You're in love with something
Another day for you
You looked into their worn out faces
And you can feel it too
Nothing is too bright
Everything glistens
I'm calling you to me
So you can hear the truth
My Resolve
Artist(s): Geoff Pinckney
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Writer(s):
Geoff Pinckney (PRS) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Rock, Electronic, Electronica Rock, Industrial, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Aggressive, Anger, Angst, Cool, Dark, Disturbed, Gloomy, Grunge, Hip, Hopeful, Industrious, Intense, Moving On, Resentment, Searching, Tense, Troubled, Underground, Uplifting
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
109
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
My Resolve
You took advantage of me
And you never knew just when to stop
I was waiting for an answer
You were waiting to get on top
She was one and I was also
What you call a valuable friend
I never understood just how you did it
And you did it again
You wont break me, this is my resolve
You wont change me, this is my resolve
She only took delight
When we would fight until we bled
When we opened up our eyes
We would find that things would never be the same again
I don't think that I deserve this
You don't see what I've been suffering
You wont break me, this is my resolve
Penetrate me, this is my resolve
You wont change me, this is my resolve
Re-arrange me, this is my resolve
Looking For Something Better
Artist(s): Geoff Pinckney
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Writer(s):
Geoff Pinckney (PRS) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Rock, Electronic, Electronica Rock, Industrial, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop
Keywords:
Aggressive, Anger, Angst, Cool, Dark, Disturbed, Gloomy, Grunge, Hip, Hopeful, Industrious, Intense, Moving On, Resentment, Searching, Tense, Troubled, Underground, Uplifting
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
144
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Looking For Something Better
I wanted to believe
There's more than this to life
Focussed on the past
The future out of sight
I don't wanna do that again
No, I'll never do that again
It's all because of you
It's all because of you
There's hope for something new
Now I'm looking for something a little bit better
Another day begins
Another chance to hide
Should I not pretend
Is there more than I can see
Looking back on what you did to me
I couldn't see what I could do
If everything stays the same
And nothing's ever gonna change...
It's all because of you
It's all because of you
There's hope for something new
Now I'm looking for something a little bit better
I'm running out of time
And everything's on the line
Nobody should be denied
No one can tell me it's all the same
That nothing can fill this hole inside
But I'll never feel that way again
Oh, I could believe it all
I could believe it all
I choose to believe it all, now I can believe it all
Not The Way It's Supposed To Be
Artist(s): Geoff Pinckney
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Writer(s):
Geoff Pinckney (PRS) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Rock, Electronic, Electronica Rock, Industrial, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Aggressive, Anger, Angst, Cool, Dark, Disturbed, Gloomy, Grunge, Hip, Hopeful, Industrious, Intense, Moving On, Resentment, Searching, Tense, Troubled, Underground, Uplifting
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
128
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Not The Way It's Supposed To Be
Not the Way It's Supposed to Be
Verse 1
I made the choice to be alone
Too much to face when it goes wrong
I go on looking for the truth now
What of the times that lie between us
And all the pain that they conceal
We can't avoid the things that we should choose now
Chorus
If I said what you say
It's not the way
It's not the way
It's not the way that it's supposed to be
And I can hear you crying
It's not the way
It's not the way
It's not the way that it's supposed to be
Verse 2
It doesn't feel like I should be here
Inflict the pain to make it real
I'm never one to leave without permission
So many times I kept on trying
I should have known coz it's not right
Is there a way for me to make you listen
Chorus
Middle 8
There's something broke inside and
I feel like this is over
I cannot see the light and
I don't believe it's over
I tell myself it's okay
And never do what you say
I'm falling down and I get up
And I fall down
Orwellian Complex
Artist(s): Ed Smith
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Writer(s):
Edward M. Smith (BMI) 50% / Ramon A. Stagnaro (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Action Chase Thriller, Electronica, Electronica Rock, Heavy Metal, Hybrid, Industrial, Instrumental, Metal, Orchestral Rock, Sports
Keywords:
Action, Aggressive, Brooding, City, Conquer, Conquest, Control, Dark, Digital, Doom And Gloom, Drama, Dramatic, Energy, Epic, Fiery, Foreboding, Gloomy, Industrial, Industrious, Intense, Moody, Ominous, Paranoid, Sports, Tense, Theatrical, Tough, Trailer, Underground, Victorious, Victory, Video Game
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
130
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Eclipse
Artist(s): Ed Smith
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Writer(s):
Edward M. Smith (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Electronic
Subcategories:
Action Chase Thriller, Electronica, Electronica Rock, Heavy Metal, Hybrid, Industrial, Instrumental, Metal, Orchestral Rock, Sports, Techno
Keywords:
Action, Aggressive, Brooding, City, Conquer, Conquest, Control, Dark, Digital, Doom And Gloom, Drama, Dramatic, Epic, Fiery, Foreboding, Gloomy, Heavy, Industrial, Industrious, Intense, Mysterious, Ominous, Paranoid, Tense, Theatrical, Tough, Trailer, Underground, Victorious, Victory, Video Game
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
94
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
On My Side
Artist(s): Geoff Pinckney
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Writer(s):
Geoff Pinckney (PRS) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Electronic
Subcategories:
1980s, Dance, Darkwave, Electronica, Hi-NRG, Indie, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Synth Pop, Synthwave
Keywords:
Aggressive, Brooding, Club, Control, Dark, Digital, Driving Beat, Energy, Euro, Exercise, Fashion, Gloomy, Intense, Moody, Mysterious, Paranoid, Provocative, Serious, Tense, Tough, Underground, Video Game
Instruments:
Synthesizer
BPM:
132
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
On My Side
You said, This is all I needed
Nothing more to get
Now I can feel you're on my side again
You said, This is all I needed
Nothing more to get
Now I can feel you're on my side again
But can you justify
The way you passed me by
It's hard to understand
Why you call me now
Twisted
Artist(s): Kim Black
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Writer(s):
Andrew Logan (BMI) 50% / Pamela P. Reswick (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 45% / Calamari Music (BMI) 5% / Squid Knees Music (ASCAP) 5%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
2000s, Alternative, Alternative Rock, Female Vocal, Instrumental, Pop, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Control, Dark, Deviant, Edge, Heavy, Intense, Moody, Passionate, Physical, Provocative, S&M, Sexual, Sexy, Strange, Strip Club, Vampire, Vibey
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Guitar
Year Recorded:
2001
BPM:
90
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Twisted
TWISTED
I don't wanna hurt you
Or take you where you don't wanna go
But I wanna tell my secrets
To someone who'll know
How to feed my hunger
How to feel the ache
How to push me to the edge
Til just before I break
It's more than just physical 'n sexual
It's more about chemical emotional
And it could be beautiful and mutual
If you can just let it be
Would you still love me
Even if I'm twisted
If I made you play
Crazy kinda games
Would you still love me
Even if I'm twisted
If you ever knew
What I wanna do
Would you run away
Or would you stay
I don't wanna shock you
Or tell you things you don't wanna hear
Or make you think it's sick
What I whisper in your ear
But how can you resist me
How can you hold back
Cause I can see the walls you built
Are starting to crack
It's more than just physical 'n sexual
It's more about chemical emotional
And it could be beautiful and mutual
If you can just let it be
Chorus
How far would you go
How brave would you be
Could you let yourself surrender
And give it up
Give it up to me
These twisted things that I wanna do
Stray a little far from the tried and true
These twisted things that I gotta have
Walk a little off the beaten path
These twisted games that I wanna play
Take a little time it's an acquired taste
So tell me tell me
Could you love me anyway
Chorus
Bring It On
Artist(s): Slur-P
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 33.34% / David Armitage (BMI) 33.33% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 33.33%
Publisher(s):
Tony Vose Music (BMI) 33.33% / Tech Styles Music (BMI) 33.33% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.34%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Hip Hop, Indie, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, Rap, Rock
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Barrio, City, Club, Cop Show, Dark, Death, Drive By, Drugs, Energy, Explicit Lyrics, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, Mean, Ominous, Party, Prison, Promo, Scary, Sex, Shooting, Sports, Street, Strip Club, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Synthesizer
BPM:
85
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Bring It On
BRING IT ON (Clean)
Man these little fools think they can step up and try to question my authority
Don't they know it's life or death out here in the city streets
Rockin' these gritty beats, please
Ill disease manifest in violent fantasies and tendencies to overreact attack and ransack villages the pillager like Ghengis Khan you relate the source of infinite hate that motivates a killer the shark the 24-7 hunter red eyes gleam search for the mark wak MC on pipe dream step to the cipher to sharpen my claws loosen some jaws give final rites say goodnight and send 'em home in a box my fight not I'm hyped ready for war check my arsenal and strap refresh ammo and head for the door want a firefight slide into the night a deadly shadow that could shift the stitch of the fates with one riff and unleash a massacre I'm blastin master assassin on the warpath can't hold back it's full blast comin ill to correct catch wreck and snap necks with some raw ass funk no need for special effects
Chorus:
Bring it on
You wanna play me
Think I'm crazy
I'm gonna show you
Blow you away
I can take anything you got
Shoot your shot wake up cause
I own this game
Lab explosion you're dozin I'm swingin for the balcony rows and your flows are stopping at your toes your sole projection you're clothes and watch chose to perfection grab the steel and your as real as 'its at a porno convention I outbox you one handed outfox at every twist and turn of my command of reckless abandon more shots landed your crew can't stand it watchin my underhanded tactics expose your need for more practice I'm sharp like cactus spikes light up the mike and rock block your weakness while I freak this hip hop true MC battle me and be left in memory or just forgotten as one more fate who's style is rotten you're a seed that never sprouted you never made the first stage when I engage I'm lethal as a twelve gauge at close range my battle axioms are razor sharp practice the dark arts I'll cut out your heart from the start your marked
Chorus
There's no escape from this reality just another casualty of combat better go back slow down your drum track in fact start from scratch cause your whole style is wak soundin like a Jack Kerowac crack flashback I react my instinct go for the throat I wanna hear you choke disappear in a cloud of my gun smoke <> hope defeated I'm top seated royally treated warnings should be headed true contenders needed I'll repeat it if I must stay weeded when I bust I outlast and outpace the enemy is crushed dust to dust ashes to ashes they all fall down retain my crown go down in history books and catch jealous looks take off my cape and dance around like godfather James Brown when you hear the funky sound you know its time to get down the mike burner bomb sparker drive the party insane so bring it on 'cause I own this game y'hear bring it to me
Chorus
Plastic Pyre
Artist(s): Salem's Bend
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Writer(s):
Robert Parker (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1970s, Acid Rock, Doom Metal, Hard Rock, Heavy Metal, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Proto Metal, Stoner Metal
Keywords:
Acid, Bar, Bleak, British, Brooding, Cold, Concert, Crime, Dark, Death, Depression, Dive Bar, Doom, Drugs, Evil, Gloomy, Guitar Solo, Haunted, Haunting, Heavy, Hypnotic, Menacing, Moody, Ominous, Raw, Retro, Reverb, Riff, Roadhouse, Sinister, Sleazy, Sludge, Spiraling, Stoner, Tense, Trouble, Weed
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
75
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Plastic Pyre
Blackened smoke, plastic fires, blackened eyes
Every day there's more and more, fills the skies
Dancing 'round, and intertwined, with crimson haze
Most who see, all ignore, every day, yeah
Massive lines on crumbling roads, from before
Still they burn the oil and blood of dinosaurs
Hold your breath, bite your tongue, close your eyes
Lift away from the rest, to the skies, yeah
All is lost, all forgot, no one thought for a minute
Only bought, heavy cost, all across its beginning
All for naught, those forgot, never thought for a minute
Know the cost, heavy loss, all across its beginning
Get Your Party On
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Electronica, Entertainment News, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Barrio, Booty, Bump And Grind, City, Clown Dancing, Club, Compton, Crunk, Dance, Deep South, Downtown, Drugs, East LA, Energetic, Energy, Ghetto, Kinky, Krump, Krump Dancing, Krumping, Miami, NYC, Nasty, Neo Electro, New York, Night Club, Party, Pole Dancing, Radio, Sexual, Sexy, South Central, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Tough
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
120
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Get Your Party On
GET YOUR PARTY ON
Chorus
Get ya party on
Check ya head at the door/get ya party on
Its a party
Verse 1
To the beat to rhythm i flow
Little henny get me hot nitro
Wanna bounce with an ounce and roll
To the club to the spot keep it hot right
Gimme drink lemme pop in the spotlight
So fresh not a mess cuz i keep it tight
Let me get ya girl i made it into dynamite
Ride or die so fly you make my
Head shake vibrate in the gold state
I swerve on the curb i celebrate
Get hyped dont trip & we hyfee
Want a trick want a freak not a wifee
Get it up give it up tilt ya cup back
Turn around bend down and im gonna Smack
Gonna rock all night cuz im like that
Not done even when the sun light that
Chorus
Bridge
Gettin twisted on the floor
Get it up goin down
Verse 2
I just wanna let it go
Raise them hands touch ya toes
Dj makin mix and flows
Gimme one shot gimme two of those
We party on til the break of dawn
We rollin get our fade on and on
I wanna jet international set
In the pool like a fool gettin wet
You aint seen nothin yet
I'm a pro bro im a party vet
Take it off when you start to sweat
Meet you at the next spot right? bet
Lotta ho's little clothes on the set
I said it dont forget it
Yes We Can
Artist(s): The Warhols
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Rock, Entertainment News Rock, Indie, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Punk Rock
Keywords:
British, Cars, Club, College, Crazy, Dark, Deal, Drugs, Energetic, Fun, Garage, High, High School, Money, Mosh Pit, Motorcycles, Party, Promo, Psychedelic, Racing, Scary, Snotty, Spoiled, Stage Diving, Teen, Trailer, Underground, Wild, Youth
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar
BPM:
134
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Yes We Can
YES WE CAN
They didn't think we could do it
But yes we can
Yea we can show 'em how to do it
Yes we can – yes we can
We're gonna climb the mountain
We're gonna take it to the top
And anyone who's still doubting
Yea we ain't never gonna stop, never stop stop stop
It'll blow your mind – it'll blow your mind
Come on come on come on
They say we want the answer
But baby nothing is free
You won't know until you grab
And then you hold the key yea you hold the key
It'll blow your mind – it'll blow your mind
Come on come on come on
Wiggle It Jiggle It
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, 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, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
101
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Wiggle It Jiggle It
WIGGLE IT JIGGLE IT
CHORUS
I love it when you wiggle it and jiggle it
U know I gotta get it
Oooh girl you making me horny
Tonight it's me and you shorty
I love it when they wigglin' and jigglin'
U know I wanna get it !
Can I get next to you hottie?
Rub hot oil all on yo' body?
VERSE 1
Hold up wait a minute
There some pieces up in the party
Time to get up in it
I like it when you move ya hips nice and slowly
Diamonds up in the bevel blind
I'm flashin' the Roly
Hey, Oooh!
Please excuse me mama
U lookin' good tonight
Me no want no drama
Move weight
Yeah I'm known in the Burroughs
Flip the stash 5 times a week
Made thorough
Whassup? Whatup Hun!
You seen me at the bar with a stack of hunds
All dem other dudes steady bumpin dey gums
You heard about the flow
Now you think I'm the one?
Only if you gonna gimme some lung!
Wit' ice cubes, let my brothers bounce on your tongue
You so petite
I'm tryna creep
What can I say?
Can I kiss ya booty dimples today?
CHORUS
VERSE 2
100 proof
The way you move dat thang
Baby you the truth
Ya need some new moves?
Suga, I could coach ya
I tried to told ya
Get tha picta
Mi la vida loca hey!
Da kitty's hot
Actin' like it's not
Now you got me on the flo'
Drop it like it's hot
Let me touch it
We can make it easy
Hit da coast in something pleasing breezy
Stop
Let me hold dem buns
Baby oil dem cheeks
We could have some fun
Roll around the suite
Episodes discreet
I'd like to break a sweat
Dancin' off our feet hey!
Come on, Come on
Get it, Get it
You worked to get me open
Baby you done did it!
You so petite
I'm tryna creep
Let's lose da clothes
Let me get it while you touchin' ya toes woo!!
BRIDGE
The way you move dat A@!
I'm feenin' for ya
-Move it for mami hey-
I'm checkin' for you
Nothin I won't do
The way you move that thang
I'm waitin' for ya
-move it for mami hey-
Girl you so lovely
Won't you just come with me!
CHORUS
Walkin' The Wild
Artist(s): Echelon 7
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 45% / Juliana Bolden (ASCAP) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Calamari Music (BMI) 45% / Echelon 7 Music Publishing (ASCAP) 10%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Rock
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, Wild
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
100
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Walkin' The Wild
WALKING THE WILD
YEAH YOU BETTER WATCH YOUR STEP
WE TRYING TO DO THIS (SEXY) STYLE
YEAH WALK'S WILD
U BEST HAVE YOUR OWN BACK IF YOU'RE GONNA STEP OUT HERE AND TRY TO LIVE LIKE WHAT?
Verse 1
WATCH WHERE YOU STEPPING
WHEN YOU WALKING THE WILD
'CAUSE IT'S BUCK OUT HERE
PUNKS GIVE A F***OUT HERE
HE WAS WAITING AT THE BUSTOP
GAZING AT THE DROPTOPS
FLOATING BY DREAMS OF HUSTLIN' AND FLOWIN'
NOW HE'S WILDIN' WITH THE WILDEST
CHILDISH TANTRUMS
SEARCHIN FOR AN ANTHEM TO LIVE BY - WHY?
'CAUSE HE GOT ALL THE MONEY
STILL CAN'T FEED HIS SOUL
'CAUSE HE GOT ALL THE HONEYS
GOT THESE STUNTS ON HOLD
'CAUSE HE HAD ALL THE MONEY
BUT LIVES BY THE SHOT
AND CAN'T STOP - 'CAUSE NOBODY STAYS TOO HIGH
YOU GOT KEEP SHOOTING TO BREAK THE COME DOWN
NOW THE CLOUDS SO THICK CAN'T SEE THE GROUND
NOW WHO'S BANGING AT THE DOOR
DROPPED COCKED THE NINE
SWEATING COLD BULLETS OF SWEAT BET
CAUSE PEOPLE GET TO TRIPPING WHEN THEY'RE
THINKING EVERYBODY'S A THREAT
THE WALK'S WILD
chorus
WATCH WHERE YOU'RE WALKING WHEN YOU'RE WALKING THE WILD
IT'S ALL ABOUT THE MONEY PIMPING HOES FOR MILES
TRYING TO STAY ALIVE WHILE THE BODIES PILE
THE WALK'S WILD
WATCH WHERE YOU'RE WALKING WHEN YOU'RE WALKING THE WILD
SKY HIGH FAT RIDES HUSTLER STYLE
TRYING TO STAY ALIVE WHILE THE BODIES PILE
THE WALK'S WILD
verse 2
PUNKS BE FRONTING LIKE THEY'RE STARTERS
WHEN THEIR RIDING THE BENCH
ME I'M STEADY SINKING THREES
PAID MY DUES IN THE TRENCH
HANDLING MY OWN 'CAUSE I GOT IT LIKE THAT
I SHOOT MY LYRIC LIKE A BULLET
SO I'M LYRICALLY STRAPPED
SEE THE WALLS LIKE JERICHO CRASHING DOWN
WON'T CATH ME STALLING WON'T STICK AROUND
SEE IT'S NOT ABOUT YOUR CREW
OR WHAT THEY G'ON DO
WHEN THE ROUGH GOES DOWN
AIN'T GOT NOTHING BUT YOU
YOU'D BE SURPRISED HOW QUICK THE GLITZ FADES
DON'T BE SURPRISED HOW QUICK THE FRIENDS FADE
ARE YOU SURPRISED HOW SICK THE BLOOD SPRAYS
PANICKING - LOOKED LIKE THE PO'S
DROPPED YOUR GIRL LIKE A MANNEQUIN
NOW WHO HEARD THE CLAPPING
HEAR THE SIRENS ROAR
COLLAPSE IN TEARS RED POOLS ON THE FLOOR
HANDCUFF YOU AND YOU'RE OUT THE DOOR
THE WALK'S WILD
CHORUS
verse 3
SHE'S THE DEVIL IN DRAG
PLAY THE BOYS LIKE CHESSMASTERS
THEY GET THERE FASTER BRINGS THE HEAT THEY'RE AFTER
PUT IT ANYWHERE YOU WANT IT
DROP THE BOOTY LIKE PRO
WORK A BODY LIKE JOB SHAKE 'EM DOWN LIKE MOB
SHOOK DOWN FOR HIS CASH CAUSE HE CLUELESS
THOUGHT HE HAD THAT ASS LOCKED
SHE'S ON SOME NEW SH**
SHOCKED TO FIND HER LEGS WRAPPED
AROUND HIS BOY'S BACK
THE WALK'S WILD
CHORUS
verse/rep
ARE YOU SURPRISED HOW QUICK THE FRIENDS FADE
ARE YOU SURPRISED HOW QUICK THE GLITZ FADES
SEE IT'S NOT ABOUT YOUR CREW
OR WHAT THEY G'ON DO
WHEN THE ROUGH GOES DOWN
AIN'T GOT NOTHING BUT YOU
YEAH YOU GOT ALL THE MONEY
STILL CAN'T FEED YOUR SOUL
YEAH YOU GOT ALL THE HONEYS
GOT THESE STUNTS ON ROLL
MONEY LOVE SEX DRUGS BLOOD RUN COLD
THE WALK'S WILD
YOU BETTER WATCH YOUR STEP
WATCH YOUR STEP OUT HERE
CHORUS
IT'S ALL ABOUT THE MONEY
IT'S ALL ABOUT THE MONEY
LIKE THIS - UNH
The Sky Is Gonna Fall
Artist(s): Stonehouse
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Squid Knees Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1990s, 2000s, Alternative, Alternative Rock, Blues, Blues Rock, Indie, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Alley, Bar, City, Club, Dark, Drugs, Gritty, Moody, Night, Ominous, Roadhouse, Rowdy, Seedy, Tough, Trippy
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Harmonica, Keyboard
BPM:
102
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
The Sky Is Gonna Fall
THE SKY IS GONNA FALL
Black eyes, red face, rage inside
The man who's got nothing's got nothing to hide
Lipstick, cigarette, stains the hand
Of a woman who needs, needs more than a man
White trash, sundress, livin' alone
Condemned to the dirt daddy gave her at home
Gold capped, eye-tooth, bleeds in the hall
If something don't change, The Sky is Gonna Fall
Dark soul, cold-blooded, driven with pain
What goes around once, goes around again
Dead-bolted, metal door, security walls
If something don't change, The Sky is Gonna Fall
The Sky is Gonna Fall
The Sky is Gonna Fall
The Sky is Gonna Fall
If something don't change, The Sky is Gonna Fall
Faceless, no name, caught in the crack
Left turn, crossroads, no lookin' back
Hard luck, bad luck, no luck at all
If something don't change, The Sky is Gonna Fall
(Ooo, ooo, ooo)
The Sky is Gonna Fall
The Sky is Gonna Fall
The Sky is Gonna Fall
If something don't change, The Sky is Gonna Fall
Speed Demon
Artist(s): Midihead
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Writer(s):
Mike Babbitt (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Electronic
Subcategories:
Action, Alternative Rock, Electronica, Electronica Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock, Techno
Keywords:
Action, Aggressive, Chase, Club, Dark, Digital, Driving, Energy, Euro, Exercise, Extreme Sports, Fashion, Intense, Moody, Mysterious, Promo, Rave, Red Carpet, Runway, Sci Fi, Speed, Style, Video Game
Instruments:
Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
140
Key:
C♯m
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Speed Demon
Speed Demon
The sun is going down in the west sky
And I'm feelin' up on a big high
Wanna get in my car and fly away, fly away...go play
Turn the key and drop the pedal
Gonna keep it down to the metal
Flying down the open highway, highway...my way
Are you ready to fly?
The engine hums as I roll down the window
I love the solitude as I feel the wind blow
With the stereo on and the volume turned up, way up
The road it winds, holding tight to the wheel
Got the pedal still slammed to the steel
I hear the squeal of the tires as they burn up, burn up
Here we go
The sun it's going down in the west sky
And I'm feeling up on a big high
Wanna get in my car and fly away, fly away
Turn the key and drop the pedal
Gonna keep it down to the metal
Flying down the open highway, highway...my way
Got a speed demon, put the pedal down
Pienso Verde
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:
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
Nothing
Artist(s): Bad Temper
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Writer(s):
Nick Vincent (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1990s, Alternative, Alternative Rock, Grunge, Indie, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Angry, Angst, College, Dark, Emotional, Gloomy, Gritty, KROQ, Moody, Party, Rebellious, Seattle, Snotty, Somber, Teen, Trippy, Youth
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar
Year Recorded:
1997
BPM:
98
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Nothing
Nothing
Back door slams, a thousand times
Night as black as sleep
Who knows when, God know where, his soul was sold so cheap
Thought I saw him shed his skin
Morning flesh and blood begin to crawl
CHORUS
Nothing said the sun to me, yeah, nothing
Nothing said the sun to me, yeah, nothing – nothing at all
Told me twice, forgot my name, made you call my bluff
Convulsions stop - top, it's getting, close, but it isn't close enough
Failed the cross but tried to pray
Sorry, stranger, pain's too strong to fall
CHORUS
Nothing said the sun to me, yeah, nothing (dull down to the ground)
Nothing said the sun to me, yeah, nothing – nothing at all
Take it – don't wake me
Take it – can't shake it
Take it – accept it – I won't
Back door slams, I wish it would
Years gone by now – fells like thousand
Feels like nothing...
CHORUS
My Deliverance
Artist(s): Burning Mary
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Writer(s):
Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50% / Michael Sokolis (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Calamari Music (BMI) 16.67% / Sokolatone Music (BMI) 16.66% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 66.67%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Action, Alternative, Heavy Metal, Industrial, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Nu Metal
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alone, Anger, Angst, Biker, Cars, College, Dark, Discontent, Disturbed, Extreme Sports, Heavy, High Energy, Intense, Loud, Moody, Mosh Pit, Motorcycles, Muscle, Pain, Party, Rage, Redemption, Soul Searching, Suicidal, Teen, Thrash, Tough, Troubled, Trucks, WWF, Young
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar
BPM:
100
Key:
C♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
My Deliverance
MY DELIVERANCE
I'm going slowly insane.
Got so much anger, got so much rage.
This fever's burning my brain.
This black cloud won't go away.
All my dreams turn into nightmares.
What have I become?
Chorus:
I wanna know
Is it too late for my deliverance?
I'm out of control
In this dark world of no forgiveness.
Nobody's hearing my screams
I'm going down, I'm on my knees.
So tired of my misery.
From these chains I can't break free.
Spirit broken. Curse is spoken.
What is going on?
Chorus
Slowly, slowly insane.
Got so much anger, got so much rage.
Fire in my brain.
Blackness won't go away.
Chorus
Yeah, I wanna know
I wanna know
I wanna know
Is it too late for my deliverance?
Menace to Society
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:
Rock
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Rock
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Barrio, City, Dark, Drive By, Drugs, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, Mean, Ominous, Prison, Scary, Street, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
101
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Menace to Society
MENACE TO SOCIETY
Raw dealer Quick from the hip
See the wrong gang dead eye
Lapse, leave you in the ditch
You can't win I
Kill for the thrill peal ya cap brain dent up
In da hood they know I control the crime center
Rollin' wit two clips- want ya life?
Spot ya pull clap bring the funk you die
Hot lead for a dish make a wish
With a smile Mr. End give you wings to flie- What!!
Young gunnas makin' moves take everything they own
Kidnap'em take a long ride
Ki's flipped, I move zips, get da fiends so high
Dey all hooked brain fried roamin zombie eyed
Out to get ya when the dollas come from all points
Ballin' other-side-of-towners try to set up shot
Choke 'em tear off dey joints
Conquer plunder your village and smoke trees
Cold villain to my heart trick please
'til Hell freeze..
Chorus:
Got blood on my hands
I got time to kill
I'm a Menace to Society
I'm a Menace to Society
Godzilla Think you gonna clean up da hood you gone give up
A row full of hoes for da dough
Dey buns bend up
Fire in ya veins China White
The raw venda
Rubbed the wrong way put ya in a tall blenda
Live above ya head grab the gat
Leave a bloody scene I don't care where you at
Or if ya mama's there wit ya
When these hollow points hit ya
Curtain's fallin 'n I ain't lookin' back
Slow you roll put me in a bad mood
I'll give you pain ear-to-ear grab-a-gear like I was O.J.
No tears, No fears
Few peers
Loose lips eighty sixed
Beat the murder wrap I don't play
Dey plot behind my back but they don't really want it
I get close stick ya wit my favorite knife
Ya cousin's blood stains still on it
All ya contraband seized
Bring you to ya knees
Major crime sprees 'til they bury me I'm a G!
Chorus
Sell drugs to ya nieces
Politicians follow my dolla and I'm a beast it's a
Fact if you ask about crime up in da east
My name rings loud
Haters pout
Without a doubt I'll tear ya hood to pieces
Nada thing hide ya team if I bend ya block
Leanin' out da caddi wit da double barrel shot cocked
On high grad bud
Always up to no good
Flaunt the law, man I just can't stop
I got major...
Let's Ride
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
2000s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Rock
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Chaos, City, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dance, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, East LA, Energetic, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Gypsy, Jail, Killer, Mean, Mid East, Middle Eastern Influence, Mug Shot, Murder, NYC, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Party, Prison, Radio, Scary, Shooting, South Central, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Upbeat, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
140
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Let's Ride
LET'S RIDE
CHORUS
LET"S RIDE
Gotta hit the street – we packin' heat – we movin'
LET'S RIDE
Got the AK cocked, it's ready to pop – let's do it
LET'S ROLL
We comin' for ya – gunnin' for ya
So LET'S RIDE – Let's RIDE
VERSE 1
Gotta creep down the street when I hold the heat
Pop pop them drop them off of they feet
Ghetto chicks love it when I drop the beat
Tell em dirts done better hide the gun
Out on the stoop like what what
Officer ima have to duck
Straight out of luck better pass the buck
Aint nobody doin no gangsta ish
Im an educated thug I aint dangerous
Soon as popo done leave the spot
Better bet in a minute im cocked and locked
Hop in the whip 300 dropped
But it aint in my name if I get cold caught
Caught a bid once so I cant get dropped
It's a gangsta thing hit low when I swing
Got about 5 chicks waitin for that ring
Spend funny money like it aint no thing
Hook that cook that thing up
Better get blinged up
If you wanna ride with me
Gotta take control
Like an animal im on parole I don't pay the toll
Rolex on froze cuz I love them hoes
Made em arch they back as they touch they toes
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Got that dough betta bet we froze
Sippin on Veuve Cliquot you know
Cant mess with this in a 9 by 6
Shut them lips and it better be quick
2 holes in the chest start to switch
rap about it when I put it on the mix
make a hit stack bricks I am legit
I will click click then pow!
Chicks on the tip take one then flip
Out the back door when im done with it
Go to the show when they climb them poles
Better believe you wont get no dough
On the dance floor man out of control
On the blow when they pop the roll
Ak cocked so don't talk no mo
Smoke then roll nice and slow
Creepin up with he black tint windows
Better duck when you see me on the go
Yes yes get that get that fresh fresh
Hit that hit that hold the smoke
No beginner no choke
Roll up the dutch that's what I wrote
Ima pop the clutch I don't shoot no dope
Put a lazer scope on top of the do'
CHORUS
Verse 3
Blast ya gat ya off ya feet
I never rush im all low on the street
Keep it cool like luke cuz im ready to shoot
Lay down on the ground look what I found
Yeyo in the trunk man about a pound
I could flip that yo thats how I get down
Gotta get that dough then I pass it out
Gotta maintain without a doubt
Puff that puff that pass pass
Ruff that ruff that gas gas
Chalk it up then I cook it up
Rock it up up then I hook it up
Gotta get dirty bills man that's wussup
Pour a sip on the ground for the soldiers told ya
Puff that puff that pass pass
Ruff that ruff that gas gas
It's Gettin' Nasty
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:
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
Hot In The Club
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Booty, Bump n Grind, Chaos, City, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Crunk, Dance, Dark, 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, Strip Club, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Upbeat, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
101
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Hot In The Club
HOT IN THE CLUB
CHORUS
Hot in the club yeah
Up in the club little drugs little love
Make it shine from above drink a little henny
Move that fanny outstanding
Im inside while you still in line
VERSE 1
Im holding hands with this divine thing
I think she make my mind sing
Yo we in a see through bathroom
Quick lock the door
Never seen a body like that before
Make me want to run home write metaphors
See we been doin it in the club since 94
This is a hip hop stick up sick put ya hands up
Wave em in the air like ya just got out of lock up
We walk up with 50 bouncers look shifty
Get ya hands out ya pocket quick kid
I saw ya hide those little diamonds
When you see my eyes shinin
Straight from Long Island better not look at the god
Now smiling okay okay
CHORUS
Hot in the club a little drugs little love
Make it shine from above
Drink a little henny move that fanny outstanding
Im inside while you still in line
VERSE 2
Ok ok I didn't bring no AK
Time to pop a hundred dollar sparkles
Yo pour in the chambord
I drove the LamborGhini here
But I think im leavin with that little teeny here
She whisperin good things in my ear
Oh my god say it out loud it sounds scandalous
Throw me off balance like bad drugs
We aint mad thugs we just come here to party
I like to sip cognac I don't drink Bacardi
Speakin of which lets switch seats I got to roll up a philly
Let the club feel the heat spread ya legs out
Move that ass move ya feet
CHORUS
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