Tracks Similar To Filthy Stinking Rich
You're So Stupid
Artist(s): St. John
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1980s, 2000s, Comedy, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Alley, Bad Kids, Barrio, Boom Box, Bouncy, Bragger, Breaking Rules, City, Club, College, Comedy, Fun, Funny, Getting In Trouble, Girls, Good Time, Grade School, High School, L.A., Naughty, New York, Night Club, Odd, Offbeat, Old School, Party, Playful, Playing Tricks, Prankster, Quirky, Silly, South, Street, Teen, Tongue in Cheek, Trickster, Trouble Makers
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
120
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
You're So Stupid
You're So Stupid
Chorus
You're so stupid
Really dumb
You're so stupid
Don't know how come
Verse 1
I met this little girly round the way yesterday
She said youre stupid i just met you
You dont even know my name
No doubt im not the science type
But even when im wrong im right
This birdy looked at me like i was drunk on medication
Like im sittin in the baby pool in the front yard for vacation
Girl i kick that special ish
You got that scratch and i got the itch
Chorus
Verse 2
I think my new name is delish
Gimme 9 trys and ill make a swish
So even though you think im dumb
I walked down the street while im chewin gum
I used to be hard but i lost my gun
Now i pop lock when i battle its fun
Lost the whip so i have to run
Got no degrees no mercedes
Sneak some champagne on the bus
Little old ladies lookin envious
Gimme 50 cents you could party with us
I dont mean to
Chorus
Right Now
Artist(s): Tay F. 3rd
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Writer(s):
Deonte Kim (BMI) 50% / Ty Frankel (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Reality TV
Keywords:
After Party, Alley, Bling, Boisterous, Bottle Service, Brash, Club, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Dance Floor, Explicit Lyrics, Fun, Funny, Girls, Good Time, Grinding, LA, Late Night, Limousine, Models, Money, Party, Ratchet, Rousing, Rowdy, Street, Swag, Swagger, Tough, Trouble, VIP
Instruments:
Bass, Bells, Drums, Percussion, Synth
BPM:
93
Key:
A
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Right Now
I'm about to buy me a whip
Cause I remember sittin' on the bench
I remember I remember when I didn't have s***
Every weed sack I bought for somebody getting pinched
Couldn't pay my rent now that's just a day spent
Diamonds in my chains make you do an Asian squint
Jack Chan I stunt
Ooooo she old news last month
True we didn't wear those much
Only thing we could afford was some Dickies and some Chucks
Now its Ferragamo belts, new shoes in my shelf
God my favorite artist ever cause he made myself
Imma master pieces, Mona Lisa is jealous
If we was alive the same time I would of hit and left her
I said I'm really fly right now
Really feeling like the guy right now
My arrogance is really high right now
And if you got a problem you can try right now
Right now, right now, right now, right now
I said I'm feeling like the guy right now
My arrogance is really high right now
I said I'm really feeling fly right
I think I'm too good off myself
Spend my money myself
I don't need no help
Money money get a dollar spend it quick
Threezy Threezy never broke bets believe I got the fix
Believe I got the chicks, believe I got the piff
Believe I got the chips but if you ain't drop 5 then you not hitting shit
I said I'm confident and cocky and I'm all of the above
Stay higher than a dove that's rolled up a dub
I roll to the club picking out who I want
All i said is my name bets believe she gon' f***
Like a vacuum she suck, tell her get away
Your girlfriend front row yelling for a give away
High key your girlfriend wanna get at Tay
She better try out cause I'm living like eliminate
Any opposition on mommas I'll eliminate
Think I got a sweet tooth how I'm getting cake
Ohhh you think I had fetish how I'm getting weight
But I'm talking money n nothing here bummy
Ain't Supposed To Do
Artist(s): St. John
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1980s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Alley, Bad Kids, Boastful, Boom Box, Bouncy, Bragger, Breaking Rules, City, College, Drinking, Drugs, Flirtatious, Fun, Gang, Getting In Trouble, Good Time, Groove, Naughty, Old School, Party, Playing Tricks, Prankster, Street, Swagger, Teen, Trickster, Trouble Makers
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
90
Key:
D
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Ain't Supposed To Do
AINT SUPPOSED TO DO
Chorus
The greatest feelin that you ever knew
Is doin what you aint supposed to do
Foolin your dad or messin with your brother
Is fun until you get busted by your mother
Tyin the dog to the neighbors cat
Now you know your gonna get in big trouble for that
But sometimes a guys gotta break the rules
Doin what you aint supposed to do
Verse 1
Late one Saturday evening rollin around the hood
You wont believe what I was seein
The first thing I saw was a couple of hustlers
Shootin craps mouths yappin like a couple of busters
Sippin on something from a brown bag
They had chains round they neck and they looked real mad
Hey shorty whats your name keep a look out
I said my mom said I had to go to a cook out
He said listen up quick you could make some money
Buy something nice for that little cute honey
His breath smelled kinda messed up and funny
So I ran down the street left him lookin like a dummy
Everywhere I go in my neighborhood
Theres always someone tryin to get me up to no good
I cant hide up in my house stay away from my crew
So tell me what the heck am I supposed to do
CHORUS
Verse 2
Tell me what youd do if you were little old me
All at home alone and I spy some keys
I wanna roll out lookin key low g
So I roll into my room strap jordans on my feet
Start up moms car and im playin some beats
Next thing you know im rollin down the street
Everybody seems like theyre lookin at me
I drive up real slow to this girl I see
Shes lookin real nice on her ten speed
I said get in lets go downtown
She looked at me like I was kind of a clown
Boy don't you know you bout toi get pulled over
Rollin all slow in that busted up nova
I looked behind me and what did I see
But those red and blue lights catchin up to me
The only thing I though about was my moms
And when I got home shes gonna drop the bomb
CHORUS
Shoot That Hoop
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1980s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arena, Barrio, Basketball, Boastful, Boom Box, Bouncy, Cheerleader, City, Club, College, Competition, Courtside, Drive, Energetic, Energy, Fans, Fun, Game, Girls, Good Time, Groove, Hoops, Hot, Party, Pass, Playful, Playoffs, Positive, Radio, Retro, Rivalry, Shot, Slam Dunk, Sports, Stadium, Street, Swagger, Team, Upbeat, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
116
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Shoot That Hoop
SHOOT THAT HOOP
Chorus
Come on baby shoot that hoop
Come on come on you know how to do it now
Verse 1
Pass the rock im the one on the block
With the smooth jump shot
Make the females hot
Cool breeze and 360's make the crowd scream 'ahhh'
On the blacktop im the sure shot with the flat top
Makin these fools knees pop
Im the street MC the underground king
Had the fresh moves at the age of 13
What ya wanna know about the way I swing
Hook shot while they beat box takin over ya block
Aint nothing better in the hot hot weather
Runnin all day mek ya mind feel better
Make that shot then make that cheddar
Fools come at me talk that smack
Money where the mouth that's where its at
Chorus
Verse 2
I shoot the hoop drop & swoop mix & match
Make em feel the truth drop & roll
Cause im in control pop that flip that finger roll
You know who I do this for love them ladies
Make me crazy make me wanna get up in the morning and dunk
Roll around hot with the rock in the trunk
Drive the lane and ill block that junk
Rip them moves like wilt the stilt
Got a game that I play like dr. J
Ima make you shook if you get in my way
Ima drain that shot like smooth hip hop
I can play all day rock all night
The man on the mic cause my game is tight
Keep it comin nice like you knew I might
Chorus
Verse 3
Come on and lets do it do it
Youre gonna break through it through it
Pass pass block that block that shot shot
We get we get hot hot
Wicked on the block like an astronaut
Pick and roll out of control alley oop
Then we give and go
Shoot that shoot that hoop I mean
Everybody love it when I drain that 3
Chains On My Neck
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
After Party, Bling, Boastful, Cash, Celebration, Club, Cocky, Confident, Flaunting, Freewheeling, Fun, Gold Chain, Jewelry, Limo, Money, Party, Playful, Quirky, Strip Club, Swag, VIP
Instruments:
808, Bass, Drums, Synths
BPM:
81
Key:
G
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Chains On My Neck
Chorus
Chains on my neck, I got chains on my neck
Banging on my chest, I got chains on my neck
You be leaning from the juice, I be leaning from my neck
I got so many chains on, what you expect
Verse 1
It's that gold chain swagger, you can see from long range
Swinging so heavy cuz I got the long chains
Plus the chains chunky, you ain't on my level
Chicks whistle like a kettle when they blinded by the bezel
Flooded with the ice, bare necessity of life
Gold banging the rolly when I'm shaking up dice
Accountant couldn't count my net worth when I'm rolling
Worth my weight in gold, amount of gold I'm holdin'
Chorus
Chains on my neck, got chains on my neck
banging on my chest, got chains on my neck
You be leaning from the juice, I be leaning from my neck
so many chains on, in the house or on the lawn
Chains on my neck, got chains on my neck
Banging on my chest, got chains on my neck
You be leaning from the juice, I be leaning from my neck
So many chains on, what you expect
Verse 2
I got thick chains, big chains, links layered up
Say what up to my jeweler that hook a player up
Best believe you gonna freeze when I roll through,
Can you dig that, cuz I know the gold diggers do
The chains I own I don't loan, you couldn't lease
So I gotta pop a collar so it don't crease
Rocking all my chains, nahmsayin, they swaying
Even when I'm standing still, you know I ain't playin'
Put It Up High
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Bouncy, Carefree, Celebrate, Cocky, Cool, Cruising, Dance Floor, Debauchery, Drinking, Drugs, Frat House, Fun, Good Time, Late Night, Night Club, Party, Playful, Strip Club, Swag, Swagger, Trap
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
BPM:
80
Key:
C
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Put It Up High
Verse 1
We faded cuz we made it, celebrate it cuz we own it/
take it in and hold it, pass it to the left before you blow it/
it's the crew you wanna roll with, no looking back just stepping foward/
put it up in the air, if they got a grudge then they can hold it/
we ain't seeing that, being that they know wassup/
we just trying to get, soaking wet, so fill up a cup/
trying to slide up to a fly chick who's given it up/
riding with no seatbelt living it up, not giving a what/
Chorus
yah we put it up high, yah we put it high/
holding whatever gets us in the vibe when we ride/
yah we put it up high, yah we put it high/
take it in and hold it disappear into the sky/
yah we swerving, trying not to spill our drinks/
yah we swerving, music so loud can't even think/
the party don't stop every night of the week/
the next night, put the last night on repeat
the next night, put the last night on repeat
the next night, put the last night on repeat
Verse 2
turning it up, letting it bang, doin our thang/
ain't caring who's staring, you glaring we bearing our fangs/
so just chill with the feedback, we don't need that, where the weed at/
who's popping we rocking, they jocking best believe we be that/
stacking paper, rolling paper, spark it and blaze/
til the fume fills the room, and the wallpaper fades/
shorty twerking, like them hips wanna jump jump jump/
take it to the parking lot if shorty wanna pop the trunk/
Chorus
Rock The Block
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1980s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Boastful, Boom Box, Bouncy, City, College, Drinking, Drive By, Drugs, Energy, Flirtatious, Fun, Gang, Girls, Good Time, Groove, Hot, Night Club, Old School, Party, Playful, Positive, Radio, Retro, Sexy, Street, Strip Club, Swagger, Upbeat
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
95
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Rock The Block
ROCK THE BLOCK
CHORUS
Rock the block - get the party on
Rock the block - 'til we get it done
Rock the block - girl shake that hump
Feel that thing goin' bump bump bump
Rock the block - get the party on
Rock the block - 'til we get it done
Rock the block - girl shake that hump
Feel that thing goin' bump bump bump
verse 1
bass starts shakin that 808
all the people in the place
with a smile on they face
got speakers and tweeters makin you vibrate
can you feel it in ya feet all the way to ya face
I just love rockin partys lookin out at the hotties
In the black spandex or them ripped up jeans
Im the ruler of the mic king of the scene
I can make the whole block rock like a fiend
I can make it so nice seem like a dream
CHORUS
Verse 2
Pour my drink on ice and ill make you scream
Fellas in the place just grab that lady
It don't really matter if you rollin Mercedes
Rock that body make the girlies go crazy
Don't stand on the wall lookin stupid and lazy
Take a chance do the dance as im rockin the block
Aint no other like me rockin this hip hop
Im the best MC in the place to be
CHORUS
Verse 3
Certified by makin this party swing
Im the best in the west best in the east
I can make the old ladies get up from their seats
Make the leaves start shakin up in the trees
Ladies be lovin make em weak in the knees
Paris Tokyo London belize
I rock around the world like you wouldn't believe
Freak
Artist(s): St. John
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Writer(s):
Richard Trapp (BMI) 50% / Steven Kyle Mack (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Alley, Barrio, Bouncy, City, Club, Dark, Drugs, Energetic, Ethnic, Exotic, Flirtatious, Freaky, Fun, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Good Time, Guns, Hot, Kinky, Laid Back, Mean, Middle Eastern, Party, Playful, Promo, Sexy, Sports, Street, Strip Club, Teen, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
96
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Freak
FREAK
CHORUS
Freak slow out of control
Bounce bounce and creep ya roll
Freaky funky like an animal
Gaze like a lazer on the dance floor
VERSE 1
Frequently we freak mc's that blows in the breeze from the west indies
Santeria mama mia my name is st.john let me tell ya little something
About my favorite position anytime I rock upon the microphone
Delicious souls quite nice my mind remains vicious
Nobody come test comin out of my lips watch a part
Of 'em flip see these particles rip don't start I'ma trip
This is part of my grip I hold the microphone like I got total control
Cause im sippin never trippin call me loco loco
Cause I got the need gotta need gotta feed them freaks indeed
Ya never heard me but ask Joey D hes like the king of kings
Hes got ridiculous rings ya never heard me but ask Joey D
CHORUS
VERSE 2
J to the O E to the Y diamonds so tight rock the Mic
Freak we keep beats run the streets
Shinin like from a mile away you can hear them say
GO DIAMONDS GO DIAMONDS
I got a soundtrack in my back pack
Walk slow cause I know youre feelin that
Turn the bass up almost get a heart attack
Id like to give a shout out my man budda black
L to the E to the G G O got the old school b-boy studio
We aint takin it back we so funky in fact
If you saw me on the street youd just have to laugh
Im a paradox like a 22 that you catch
If you really saw the stash then youd do the math
CHORUS
Dirty Money
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, Chaos, City, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dance, Dark, Dirty, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, East LA, Energetic, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Mean, Money, Mug Shot, NYC, Nasty, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Party, Prison, Radio, Scary, South Central, Street, Streets, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Upbeat, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
82
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Dirty Money
Dirty Money
Chorus
Dirty Money makes the world go round
Y'all love the benjamins I toss on the ground
Dirty Money drives a dog insane
I gotta fist full of paper, It's all bloodstained
Repeat 1x
Verse 1
It's cold out here
Two minutes on my block you taste the atmosphere
It's sour on your lips
The back of ya throat's real dry
Ya stomach's turnin' over
An hour later you cry
We keep it gulley loved one
We don't care about nothin'
Preoccupied with our ones
Keep our adversaries starin' down the barrel of a gun
Rich, poor, young, old, they can all get some!!
Bridge1
"For the Money"
Choppin' rocks
Weed lacin'
You hussla?
Catch you slippin' put 'dese bullets in ya face
"I don't know"
Who made the rules of the game
Beirut or the Block, home it's all the same
"If you can't take it"
Stay of the streets for real
It's not a game dog
It's too late to get to talkin'
When I run up in ya spot wit' da Mac Milli
If you don't act right
"Somebody's blood I'm spilling!"
Repeat Chorus
Verse 2
As the world rotates on its sideways axis
I'm sideways creepin' in the hog with the black Smith & Wesson
My victims never know, I keep 'em guessin'
Lookin' for some work?
Homey don't stress it!
I keep the pounds of weed
My white 'ill make ya nose bleed
Cut it wit da bakin' soda
Flood the streets
I'm sellin' mo guns than Walmart
Got a room full of ammunition
Throwin' 'em like darts you tarts
Bridge 2
"For the Money"
Duckin' cops
Enemy chasin'
You a sucka
Catch you slippin' put 'dese bullets in ya face
"I don't know"
Who made the rules of the game
I'm the bully of the block, yeah you know my name
"If you can't take it"
Stay of the streets for real
It's not a game dog
It's too late to get to talkin'
When I run up in ya spot wit' da Mac Milli
Betta open up the safe
Or I'm gonna start peeling!
Repeat Chorus
Bridge 3
Adlibs
"Oooh Oooh"
I don't care what it takes
I'm a make my paper
Thug life ain't easy
"Oooh Oooh"
I'm always tryna raise the stakes
Never hesitate to grab the gauge and rampage
Repeat Chorus
Big And Bad
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1980s, Entertainment News, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Boastful, Boom Box, Bouncy, City, Club, College, Drinking, Drugs, Energetic, Energy, Flirtatious, Fun, Funky, Gang, Girls, Good Time, Groove, Hot, Old School, Party, Playful, Positive, Retro, Sexy, Street, Swagger, Upbeat
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
120
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Big And Bad
BIG AND BAD
Chorus
Im big and bad
Im big and bad
The best thing you wish that you ever had
Repeat
Verse 1
Im rockin never jockin walkin down the block
With no laces in my shoes rollin with my crews
Pickin up those honeys cause they know im makin money
But they always talking something funny
Man I aint no dummy
I got the biggest baddest super raddest
Sounds of the street
And I can make the whole world
Nod their heads to this beat
Why ya think that im so super duper like superman
Cause im fresh to death in my b-boy stance
Chorus
Verse 2
Don't you try to test me cause you know
Ill knock you out
I got a four finger ringer
And you know I got clout
All you other wack mc's tryin to get to me
Take a number stand in line cause im tnt
All the players and the pimps step aside on the street
Cause im a bad old busta and I cant be beat
Now wave your hands in the air if youre feelin the drop
I am the king of the mic king of hip hop
All you breakers and DJ'S come and get with me
I am the best I am the baddest O.G. MC
And when you see me turn it out
That's when youll start to believe
That im the ruler of the block king of the streets
Flooded
Artist(s): J.Cash The King
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Writer(s):
Johnathan Cash (ASCAP) 50% / Norbert Krecsko (SOCAN) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Against the Odds, Aggressive, Attitude, Back Story, Badass, Ballers, Ballin', Boss, City, Club, Cocky, Confidence, Cool, Empowerment, Energetic, Energized, Family Appreciation, Hood, Hustle, Money, Overcoming Adversity, Overcoming Obstacles, Overcoming Struggle, Powerful, Rich, Streets, Strutting, Success, Swagga, Swagger, Tough, Triumphant, Winning
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
79
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Flooded
FLOODED (CLEAN)
CHORUS (2X)
All my diamonds, flooded
All my chains, flooded
Out here getting Money
All the h**s love it
Keep the bag comin'
All the h**s love it
Keep the bag comin'
Pockets full of money
VERSE 1
You with the s**t I got the wave
Money be long it's in a safe
These new n****z they in the way
All in my business I feel a way
Want more money a mil a day
You don't want beef that's Chick-fil-a
I keep a tool on the waist
Don't mess with me when I'm the space
I need it all (I need it all)
I want it all
I'm tryna ball
If I make a call (If I make a call)
Then it get gone
When it get gone
What you was talking was all lies
I stay connected like mob ties
My money matter like all lives
Black people love me at all times
You could never take my spot I worked too hard for this
Prayed every night I talked to God for this
Know a couple n****z quit they job for this
Drip keep me froze on my arm n wrist
I am the man, a master mind
I get it done, action time
I get upset, blast the 9
Without jewelry still shine
Look, we gone get it poppin bruh whenever we on
Just have that bag ready if you calling my phone
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE 2
Cash is the King and I'm Flooded forever
You know I'm clever
Back in the jungle I'm Lion
Picked Number 1 like Zion
When it's all said n done icon
My flow hot like cayenne
I need a Grammy do this for family
Back when no food was up in the pantry
Me and my granny would pull up in Camry
I was so antsy to grow up
Now I'm grown up, got it sewn up
Til I've blown up No C4
Yeah I'm Fly no G4 I'm on a flight
Reachin new heights
Never graduated college
I did a remix with knowledge
I don't talk about it I'm bout it
Catch a body shout out Cleo I'm CEO
Remember I was pushing that geo
Kick flows torpedoes cashing out casinos
You already know I'm the greatest don't debate it face it
Diamonds all black they racist I cannot change shit
Happy I made it know they gone hate it
This what I do on a song I'm in my zone
I cannot do no wrong but don't get me wrong
I got the right u could not fathom
I kill s**t at random rap with a passion
You already know I'm back n I'm blasting fantastic
This what happens when give the last shot to an assassin
_______________________________________________
FLOODED (EXPLICIT)
CHORUS (2X)
All my diamonds, flooded
All my chains, flooded
Out here getting Money
All the hoes love it
Keep the bag comin'
All the hoes love it
Keep the bag comin'
Pockets full of money
VERSE 1
You with the shit I got the wave
Money be long it's in a safe
These new niggaz they in the way
All in my business I feel a way
Want more money a mil a day
You don't want beef that's Chick-fil-a
I keep a tool on the waist
Don't mess with me when I'm the space
I need it all (I need it all)
I want it all
I'm tryna ball
If I make a call (If I make a call)
Then it get gone
When it get gone
What you was talking was all lies
I stay connected like mob ties
My money matter like all lives
Black people love me at all times
You could never take my spot I worked too hard for this
Prayed every night I talked to God for this
Know a couple niggaz quit they job for this
Drip keep me froze on my arm n wrist
I am the man, a master mind
I get it done, action time
I get upset, blast the 9
Without jewelry still shine
Look, we gone get it poppin bruh whenever we on
Just have that bag ready if you calling my phone
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE 2
Cash is the King and I'm Flooded forever
You know I'm clever
Back in the jungle I'm Lion
Picked Number 1 like Zion
When it's all said n done icon
My flow hot like cayenne
I need a Grammy do this for family
Back when no food was up in the pantry
Me and my granny would pull up in Camry
I was so antsy to grow up
Now I'm grown up, got it sewn up
Til I've blown up No C4
Yeah I'm Fly no G4 I'm on a flight
Reachin new heights
Never graduated college
I did a remix with knowledge
I don't talk about it I'm bout it
Catch a body shout out Cleo I'm CEO
Remember I was pushing that geo
Kick flows torpedoes cashing out casinos
You already know I'm the greatest don't debate it face it Diamonds all black they racist I cannot change shit
Happy I made it know they gone hate it
This what I do on a song I'm in my zone
I cannot do no wrong but don't get me wrong
I got the right u could not fathom
I kill shit at random rap with a passion
You already know I'm back n I'm blasting fantastic
This what happens when give the last shot to an assassin
Important
Artist(s): Sauce Party
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Writer(s):
Alan Ivan Puac (BMI) 50% / Wesley Eugene Smith Jr. (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Alcohol, Bling, Boss, Car, Cash, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Druggy, Drugs, Hustle, Hypnotic, Limo, Mean, Money, Mumble Rap, Party, Rich, Southern, Streets, Strip Club, Stripper Pole, Swagger, Thug, Tough, Trippy, VIP, Young
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
BPM:
81
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Important
CHORUS:
All my cars fast cuz they foreign
My diamonds speak another language they imported
You must be talking old news man you boring
Cuz if I do not know your name its not important
It's not important, it's not important
It's not important, it's not important
You must be talking old news man you boring
Cuz if I do not know your name it's not important
I been counting money for a week
Thought I was finished but it doubled in my sleep
My partner told me we was on I said preach
Beat the game on my own and neva cheated
Ey me and Lee be putting' on for the V
Send me the work I break it down we split the fee
Ya favorite rapper probably got his style from me
Ya favorite rapper probably got his style from me
These rappers so wack know that I ain't neva tryna go back to no racks
I won't cut these hittaz no slack fasho that wrist be blinding like a kodak post that
CHORUS
For The Money
Artist(s): Tay F. 3rd
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Writer(s):
Deonte Kim (BMI) 50% / Ty Frankel (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Reality TV
Keywords:
Aggressive, Ambition, Bling, Cars, Club, Decadence, Determined, Drug Deal, Drug Dealer, Drugs, Explicit Lyrics, Fame, Greed, Hype, Money, Motivation, Party, Rich, Riding, Streets, Swagger, Thug, Tough, West Coast
Instruments:
Bass, Bells, Drums, Percussion, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
97
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
For The Money
Get it up, get it up
Get it up, get it up (Ayy)
Get it up, get it up
Get it up, get it up (I said I do this for the money)
Yeah, I be out all night
Tell my mama I'ma be alright (Yeah, I do this for the money)
Never be the reason she rich, all she get is bubble gum and hard d*** (Yeah, I do this for the money)
If rappin' don't work then it's kilos, I got a plug on the d-low
I could never go broke, and you could use that as a quote (Yeah, I do this for the money)
Elementary taught me math, easily a nigga passed
Ever since I was a youngin' I was counting mama cash
I used to steal it out her purse, I knew every stash
Double up the thing in half and I put the shit back
I was thuggin', never stole from the store, man
I was busy hitting licks on the door man
We was wildin', and we getting violent
Everybody twisting fingers on that chi chi time man
Grown man, and I'm still on that same s***
Why? I tell em boy, cause I ain't rich
I be going to hard just to make it last
Everybody making money so I know I can
Most niggas die for p****
If she broke, I'd rather ghost ride the p****
Cause money over humans, not women
I've been getting that since I was an imbecile
Yeah, I be out all night
Tell my mama I'ma be alright (Yeah, I do this for the money)
Never be the reason she rich, all she get is bubble gum and hard d*** (Yeah, I do this for the money)
If rappin' don't work then it's kilos, I got a plug on the d-low
I could never go broke, and you could use that as a quote (Yeah, I do this for the money)
Yeah, I be out all night
Tell my mama I'ma be alright (Yeah, I do this for the money)
Never be the reason she rich, all she get is bubble gum and hard d*** (Yeah, I do this for the money)
If rappin' don't work then it's kilos, I got a plug on the d-low
I could never go broke, and you could use that as a quote (Yeah, I do this for the money)
Yeah, I do this for the money
Yeah, I do this for the money
For the money
Yeah I, y-yeah I do this for the money
For the money
Gonna Fly Tonight
Artist(s): Derek Butler (feat. St. John)
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Club, Dance, Electro, Entertainment News, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop
Keywords:
Anthemic, Attitude, Bar, Beverly Hills, Booty, Celebratory, City, Club, College, Commercial, Confidence, Confident, Downtown, Ecstasy, Ecstatic, Energetic, Energy, Exercise, Exuberant, Fashion, Flirtatious, Frat, Fun, High School, Hollywood, Inspiration, LA, Los Angeles, Mature, Miami, Model, Modeling, NYC, Nasty, New York, Night Club, Nightlife, Party, Pole Dancing, Powerful, Privileged, Promo, Radio, Rich, Runway, Sexting, Sexual, Sexy, Shopping, Street, Strip Club, Style, Success, Teen, Texting, Top 40, Upbeat, Uplifting, Wealthy, Win, Winning, Work Out, Young
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Percussion, Synthesizer
BPM:
125
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Gonna Fly Tonight
GONNA FLY TONIGHT
Chorus
We gonna fly tonight
Gonna take it high tonight
You know we feel allright
Nothings gonna bring us down
Verse 1
So hot so fresh so free
Finally be who we be
Sky up high to the galaxy
I see you you see me
Bounce baby bounce baby
Like to the ounce baby
Big up the spot to the maximum
Pump up the bass
In ya face & the drums
People on the planet
wanna come and get some
African to the Mexican
From who we am out to japan
I know ya understand
That we gotta demand
All the pieces of the puzzle
Fit into a big plan
Gonna fly up high
And we never land
Chorus
Verse 2
We rock this pretty party
She got a pretty body
This place be packed with the hotties
Make me wanna go and do something naughty
We shake never shook we cool
Sippin on yak in the back of the pool
Feelin kinda nice actin like a fool
We act brand new but we roll old school
I need hot beats off the streets
Time to make ya dance
Time to move ya feet
Passion smashin movin mixin
Freezing flippin freakin fixin
I cant stop cuz im on a mission
Stayin on top baby what im wishin
Up in the sky lets keep it high
Chorus
Bridge
This could be the start of something good
(repeat)
we stop we drop we roll
we wanna get outta control
we stop we drop we roll
we takin it outta control
we lifted we sky up
we get so get so high up
flip to the top of the galaxy
to the top of the galaxy
chorus
Playin' Dirty
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, 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
I Need That
Artist(s): HighRise
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Writer(s):
Alexander William Larkman (BMI) 25% / Brian C Frank (BMI) 25% / Jonathan Lee Ferguson (BMI) 25% / Jonathan Meir Holder (PRS) 25%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Urban Pop
Keywords:
Attitude, Ballers, Boss, Bouncy, Braggadocious, Cash, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Explicit Lyrics, Flossing, Game, Hustle, Money, Party, Pumped Up, Streets, Swagger, Tough, Triumphant, Upbeat, VIP
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
95
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
I Need That
I NEED THAT (CLEAN)
CHORUS 1 (2X)
Eight figures, Seven b****es
G6, Five whips
Four grammies, Free s***
Too many reason I need the one hit
VERSE 1
Stackin' rolos on my neck I need that chain gang
Rosay blacked the b****es out, no they can't hang
Black coupe with the rims riding round dirty
Then I'mma pull up with the tech click
Bang bang
CHORUS 2
I'mma stay alive until my doors are suicide yeah
I'mma keep on riding I won't ever normalize, no
I'mma catch a case a day I'm tryna catch a vibe
Cuz I got the squad around and all we are is do or die oh
VERSE 2
I'mma level up, go from ghost into phantom
With a look she let me slide into them panties
Said she could bring a friend, I already had em
But we can go around again and ride me like a tandem
A Rollie, I'mma need that
Designer, I'mma need that
A Patek for my momma
Not a penny for my daddy
Gucci suit, yeah imma need that
Hootchies, I ID that
Ain't no budget for a feature?
Tch nope, I need three rack
CHORUS 3
I'mma stay alive until my doors are suicide yeah
I'mma catch a body, if a body wanna fight yeah
I'mma catch a case a day, I'm tryna catch a vibe
And if lil mama wanna ride then I need her supersize yeah
CHORUS1 (2X)
VERSE 3
That my squad, DSM
Still gone rock, in the west
In a Kia, or a Benz
Got my back, SPF
I ain't ever be be like
"Where y'all at"
I ain't ever gotta be like
"Hit me back"
I ain't gotta ask twice to
Get to my cash
And I aint gotta ask twice
To throw out her back
I need a baby mama minus
The baby I need it fast
I need Katrina or Tina, or Mia,
She on the gas
CHORUS 4
I'mma stay alive until my doors are suicide yeah
I'mma keep on riding I won't ever normalize, no
I'mma catch a case a day I'm tryna catch a vibe
Cuz I got the squad around and all we are is do or die oh
VERSE 4
I'mma level up, turn hater to a fanboy
You decide, love or hate me from the stands boy
I'mma, get to Platinum status, do it with no hands
Follow in my footsteps punk b****, I bet you can't
A Rollie, I'mma need that
Designer, I'mma need that
A Patek for my momma
Not a penny for my daddy
Gucci suit, yeah I'mma need that
Hootchie, I ID that
Ain't no budget for a feature?
Tch nope, I need three rack
CHORUS 5
I'mma stay alive until my doors are suicide yeah
I'mma catch a body, if a body wanna fight yeah
I'mma catch a case a day, I'm tryna catch a vibe
And if lil mama wanna ride then I need her supersize yeah
CHORUS 1 (2X)
----------------------------------------
I NEED THAT (EXPLICIT)
CHORUS 1 (2X)
Eight figures, Seven bitches
G6, Five whips
Four grammies, Free shit
Too many reason I need the one hit
VERSE 1
Stackin' rolos on my neck I need that chain gang
Rosay blacked the bitches out, no they can't hang
Black coupe with the rims riding round dirty
Then I'mma pull up with the tech click
Bang bang
CHORUS 2
I'mma stay alive until my doors are suicide yeah
I'mma keep on riding I won't ever normalize, no
I'mma catch a case a day I'm tryna catch a vibe
Cuz I got the squad around and all we are is do or die oh
VERSE 2
I'mma level up, go from ghost into phantom
With a look she let me slide into them panties
Said she could bring a friend, I already had em
But we can go around again and ride me like a tandem
A Rollie, I'mma need that
Designer, I'mma need that
A Patek for my momma
Not a penny for my daddy
Gucci suit, yeah imma need that
Hootchies, I ID that
Ain't no budget for a feature?
Tch nope, I need three rack
CHORUS 3
I'mma stay alive until my doors are suicide yeah
I'mma catch a body, if a body wanna fight yeah
I'mma catch a case a day, I'm tryna catch a vibe
And if lil mama wanna ride then I need her supersize yeah
CHORUS 1 (2X)
VERSE 3
That my squad, DSM
Still gone rock, in the west
In a Kia, or a Benz
Got my back, SPF
I ain't ever be be like
"Where y'all at"
I ain't ever gotta be like
"Hit me back"
I ain't gotta ask twice to
Get to my cash
And I aint gotta ask twice
To throw out her back
I need a baby mama minus
The baby I need it fast
I need Katrina or Tina, or Mia,
She on the gas
CHORUS 4
I'mma stay alive until my doors are suicide yeah
I'mma keep on riding I won't ever normalize, no
I'mma catch a case a day I'm tryna catch a vibe
Cuz I got the squad around and all we are is do or die oh
VERSE 4
I'mma level up, turn hater to a fanboy
You decide, love or hate me from the stands boy
I'mma, get to Platinum status, do it with no hands
Follow in my footsteps punk bitch, I bet you can't
A Rollie, I'mma need that
Designer, I'mma need that
A Patek for my momma
Not a penny for my daddy
Gucci suit, yeah I'mma need that
Hootchie, I ID that
Ain't no budget for a feature?
Tch nope, I need three rack
CHORUS 5
I'mma stay alive until my doors are suicide yeah
I'mma catch a body, if a body wanna fight yeah
I'mma catch a case a day, I'm tryna catch a vibe
And if lil mama wanna ride then I need her supersize yeah
CHORUS 1 (2X)
Pilots
Artist(s): CaiNo
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Writer(s):
Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
After Party, Bedroom, Bling, Chill, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Dance, Dreamy, Druggy, Enticing, Flight, Flirtatious, Flying, High, Hypnotic, Intoxicated, Jewelry, Limo, Party, Sexy, Smooth, Strip Club, Stripper Pole, Swagger, Trippy, Vibe, Vibey
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Pads, Piano, Synths
BPM:
80
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Pilots
CHORUS:
Shh, Be quiet
Nothing left to do but just vibe
it's time to touch the sky like we pilots
Touch the sky like we pilots
Ooh we flying. I don't think you ever been this high
yea we gonna touch the sky like we pilots. touch the sky like we pilots
You know you're down for the ride
I'm a show you how it's done right
Touch the sky like we pilots. Touch the sky like we pilots
Feel the motion flowin' inside
Let go have the time of your life touch the sky like we pilots
Touch the sky like with pilots
Tell me as you digging what I'm putting forth
or is it buried much too deeply closer to the core.
May be you gave your heart too freely to the one before
right now is all about the feeling check your problems at the door
You like where this is going, then move a little closer
Put your hands up like you're on a roller coaster
Dip it low then back up to attention like a soldier
Yeah I know I said I wanna get to know ya, but first you gotta
CHORUS
Yes just a feeling that we get gonna touch the ceiling no regrets then forget
Anything that happened previous tonight was just a test reading for the lead role top billing it's your destiny
Top floor suite everybody feel the beat. While the bass overtaking your body till complete
I know I said I want to get to know you but first I gotta show ya
close your eyes baby
CHORUS
Livin' In The Limelight
Artist(s): Zachary De Lima (feat. Dilemmanade)
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Writer(s):
Andrew Andriyashev (SOCAN) 20% / John Ryan Delima (SOCAN) 20% / Zachary Aaron Delima (COTT) 60%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Dancehall Pop, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, Rap, Reggae Pop, Urban Pop
Keywords:
2000s Feel, 90s Feel, Backyard, Breezy, Bright, Carefree, Carpe Diem, Chill, College, Early 2000s, Electrocoustic, Fame, Famous, Feel Good, Frat, Freedom, Fun, Girls, Good Time, Hanging Out, Happy, High School, Island, Island Vibes, Joy, Laid Back, Loose, Party, Playful, Pool, Positive, Relaxing, Spotlight, Spring Break, Star, Summer, Weed, Young, Youth, Youthful
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Electric Bass, Electronic Drums, Guitar, Keyboard
BPM:
85
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Livin' In The Limelight
LIVIN' IN THE LIMELIGHT
PRE-CHORUS
Livin in the Limelight
Living in a dream come true
I'm a star shining so bright
Never knew I'd make it through
Livin in the limelight
Livin in the lime light yeah yeah yeah
Livin in the limelight
Livin in the lime light yeah yeah yeah
Now I realize the lights I can see
No dark times anymore
Now I realize love is all around me
No struggles like before
I always said a bit of limelight compliments my eyes
Right?
I said it compliments my modest, honest
Always on deck for the quest like Shaheed Mohammed
Business like religion...wise always seek a prophet/profit
Why's all the need for gossip?
Stop it!
I don't gotta show off
Just gotta show up, believe them gawkin
Hear them listenin, see them talking
Zachary De Lima on it, from Trini to Toronto
Everything is wonderful
Limelight, most people wish they had it
But we don't cast shade, we just stay tannin
Stepping up and stepping out
In a mega stylin that's no doubt
See me always at my best
On top of my game feeling so blessed
Feeling so blessed
CHORUS
When The Lights Go Down
Artist(s): Vega Heartbreak
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Writer(s):
Orlando L. Rowe (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Carefree, Celebrate, Club, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Cruising, Dance Floor, Debauchery, Drinking, Drugs, Explicit Lyrics, Frat House, Fun, Good Time, Late Night, Marijuana, Night Club, Party, Playful, Smoke, Smoking, Strip Club, Swagger, Trap, Weed
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
BPM:
70
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
When The Lights Go Down
CHORUS:
Green is in my blunt
Purple in my cup
Pour it up
Girl drink all you, say you had enough
Throw it up
Realest in the city getting money
Yea you know it's Us
We don't ever die we come alive when the lights go down
Light it up this youngin smoking trees
This youngin popping pagne
For all my victories
Got on about 30 chains
they call me Mr Freeze
One I never do
I don't do s*** for free
First thing in thinking about
What she gone do for me
If she see 50 coming
Is she going to help me flee
Go flush them Os and Ps
You know we play for keeps
We setting records in this b****
Go and call Ripleys
CHORUS
I'm just a b***** child
I'm feeling ratchet now
Balling like I'm claiming 10 kids on my taxes now
You getting super swerved
I'm getting super rode
She say I drive her crazy
She say you super drove
Young n***** came from nothing
I'm talking ebt, couldn't afford no cable
Antenna on my tv
Now we in Mercedes Gs
Spending Rap money
Fresher than a n**** who just got his tax money
Christmas In The Hood
Artist(s): St. John
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45%
Category:
Holiday
Subcategories:
1980s, 1990s, Christmas, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Boom Box, Bouncy, Celebration, Cheer, Christmas, City, College, Elf, Elves, Energetic, Energy, Exciting, Family, Fun, Good Time, Groove, Groovy, Happy Holidays, Old School, Party, Playful, Positive, Presents, Presents Under The Tree, Radio, Retro, Santa Claus, Sleigh, Snow, Snowmen, Spirit, Street, Swagger, Teen, Upbeat, Urban, Winter
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Sleigh Bells, Synthesizer
BPM:
120
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Christmas In The Hood
I been around the globe
Like you thought I would
Now I'm back with the fam
Christmas in the Hood
I been all around the city
And it's understood
That we blessed and so fresh
Christmas in the Hood
So yo approach real close
And listen up real good
If you down with the sound
Christmas in the Hood
HO HO HO yo what did I see
It was a bunch of little dudes
Runnin' around in the street
They had pointy ears and funny hats
And bells on their feet
I was trippin' maybe flippin'
Oh snap! Its Christmas eve
As I approached now they done ghosted
Disappeared in the breeze
I put down what I'd been drinking
To myself I started thinking
Are those lights that I see blinking
Up there in the sky
And now walkin' down the block
Here go those 3 Wise Guys
Now Granny hookin' up those ham hocks green beans
Turkey stuffin' there's my cousin smells like evergreens
Those stockings hanging up they are my Aunt Irene's
And yo coolin' on the couch was this dude I'd never seen
He had a big white beard & a big jelly belly
Sippin' egg nog with my favorite Aunt Nelly
I said where you from man now you look real cold
He said you could find him kickin' it up at the North Pole
I said welcome back Cringle he said its all good
This is my new jam man CHRISTMAS IN THE HOOD
On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Some mistletoe and a kiss on the cheek
Mistletoe Mistletoe HO
Mistletoe Mistletoe HO
Big Bounce
Artist(s): Urban Swervin'
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Writer(s):
Michael Sokolis (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Pop
Subcategories:
Entertainment News, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Pop, Rap, Urban
Keywords:
Bouncy, Celebration, Celebrity, Cheerful, Confident, Cool, Dance, Energetic, Energy, Excitement, Exciting, Fame, Famous, Feel Good, Fortune, Fun, Happy, Hip, Hollywood, Lively, Paparazzi, Party, Positive, Reality TV, Red Carpet, Rowdy, Spotlight, Upbeat, Wild
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Hand Claps, Synthesizer
BPM:
86
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
She Drives Me Crazy
Artist(s): Derek Butler
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Club, Dance, Electro, Entertainment News, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop
Keywords:
Attitude, Bar, Beverly Hills, Booty, Celebratory, City, Club, College, Commercial, Confidence, Confident, Dance, Downtown, Ecstasy, Ecstatic, Energetic, Energy, Exercise, Exuberant, Fashion, Flirtatious, Frat, Fun, High School, Hollywood, LA, Los Angeles, Mature, Miami, Model, Modeling, NYC, Nasty, New York, Night Club, Party, Pole Dancing, Powerful, Promo, Radio, Runway, Sexting, Sexual, Sexy, Shopping, Street, Strip Club, Style, Teen, Texting, Upbeat, Wealthy, Work Out, Young
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Percussion, Synthesizer
BPM:
130
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
She Drives Me Crazy
SHE DRIVES ME CRAZY
CHORUS 1
She the one who keeps me wantin' more
She make me lose control
I'm addicted yeah I need it
She drives me crazy
She the one who keeps me comin' back
Got that candy on the floor
I'm addicted yeah I need her
She drives me crazy
VERSE 1
Oooh yeah she like the wild and freaky
She got it goin' on, the girl can please me
I wanna ride her in my Maserati
Oooh so sexy when she move that body, move that body
CHORUS
VERSE 2
So smooth she like a warm Courvoisier
Drink her up she go down the right way
The club is bumpin', she for sure a hottie
Oooh so sexy when she move that body, move that body
CHORUS
BRIDGE
She drive me, ah
She drive me crazy
She drive me crazy
Ah ah yeah yeah
CHORUS
Let Me Take You Home
Artist(s): Mark Cross
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Club, Dance, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B
Keywords:
After Party, Auto Tune, Bedroom, Bottle Service, Chill, Club, Commercial, Drinks, First Date, Flirtatious, Fun, Hot, Intimate, Love Making, Party, Passionate, Playa, Player, Playful, Radio, Raunchy, Relationship, Romantic, Sensual, Sex, Sexy, Smooth, Street, Strip Club, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Percussion, Synthesizer
BPM:
93
Key:
A♯m/B♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Let Me Take You Home
LET ME TAKE YOU HOME
CHORUS:
Let me take you home, don't cha know
Imma be the one for you
Gonna get you close, before you know
Gonna do that thing I do
Let me take you home, don't cha know
Imma be the one for you
Gonna get you close, before you know
Gonna do that thing I do
Let me take you home - let me take you home
Let me take you home - let me take you home
Hey girl wait a minute where you goin' now
Did I move on you too fast
Yea I know girl we just met now
But you're makin' me want you bad
Don't walk away ya don't have to be alone
I know you feel just like I feel
Stop playin' games save it for the bedroom
I'll make your fantasies come for real
Oh oh – oh oh
Turn it up don't turn it down turn it down
Oh oh – oh oh
CHORUS
Hey girl can't ya see I'm so into you
It's getting' late but we got all night
I'll make ya hot lemme find the spot now
I got the whip lemme take you for a ride
Such a hottie sexy little body
The way ya move drives me outta my mind
Baby lose your head slip 'n slide in my bed
You been wantin' it all this time
Oh oh – oh oh
Turn it up don't turn it down turn it down
Oh oh – oh oh
CHORUS
Imma be – imma be – imma be the one for you baby
Imma be – imma be – imma be the one for you baby
Imma be – imma be – imma be the one for you baby
Imma be – imma be
CHORUS
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
No Place Like L.A.
Artist(s): Derek's Ashes
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Calamari Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1990s, Entertainment News Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Punk, Punk Rock, Ska, Third Wave Ska
Keywords:
Bar, Bouncy, Club, College, Commercial, Driving, Energetic, Frat House, Fun, Funny, Good Time, Humorous, Ironic, LA, Los Angeles, Party, Playful, Promo, Quirky, Revival, Rowdy, Tongue in Cheek, Traffic, Upbeat
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Saxophone
BPM:
84
Key:
A
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
No Place Like L.A.
No Place Like L.A.
It's another sunny day and the world looks bright
Sleeping way past noon makes me feel alright
Crank the tunes in my car cruising down the street
Watching girls walking by like they're all in a movie
I'm always smiling yeah it's good to be alive
Even when I'm barely crawling on the 405
It's the middle of winter and it's 85
And my friend said he'd buy me lunch on Rodeo Drive
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I love this town
Where life is like TV
Yeah, yeah, yeah, people all around
Say there's no place they'd rather be
Yea there's no place, no place like LA
No place, no place like LA
I dig the people on the Sunset Strip
Making deals, getting noticed, yeah they look so hip
Got their Gucci, Prada, Dolce and their Bulgari
Everybody's a star, if they're not then they wanna be
On every corner I can get my mocha latte
I can hangout with my wi-fi checking out my email all day
Why go to work and face the corporate zoo
I got a friend throwing a party out in Malibu
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I love this town
Where life is like TV
Yeah, yeah, yeah, people all around
Say there's no place they'd rather be
Yea there's no place, no place like LA
No place, no place like LA
Yea there's no place, no place like LA
No place, no place like LA
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