Tracks Similar To Push It
I Got To Have That
Artist(s): Crystal Web
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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:
Pop
Subcategories:
Dance, Electro, Electronica Dance Club House Trance, Entertainment News, Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, J-Pop, Japanese Language, Pop, Rap, Techno
Keywords:
Aggressive, Attitude, Bar, Bed Mix, Beverly Hills, Bling, Booty, California, Celebrity, City, Club, Club, College, Commercial, Confidence, Confident, Consumerism, Dance, Desire, Downtown, Ecstasy, Ecstatic, Energetic, Energy, Exercise, Exuberant, Fame, Fashion, Flirtatious, Frat, Fun, Greed, Groove, High School, Hollywood, Hot, Japan, Japanese, Mature, Miami, NY, NYC, Nasty, Need, New York, Night Club, Paparazzi, Party, Party, Pole Dancing, Positive, Powerful, Promo, Radio, Reality Shows, Reality TV, Red Carpet, Runway, Sexting, Sexual, Sexy, Shopping, Spotlight, Star, Status, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Style, Stylish, Teen, Texting, Tokyo, Upbeat, Wealthy, Young
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
124
Language:
Japanese
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
I Got To Have That
I GOT TO HAVE THAT
Chorus:
I got to have that – I got to have that
I got to have that – I got to have that
Get me Gucci get me Prada
I like Dolce and Gabanna
It's exotic so erotic (My exotic is erotic)
I get everything I wanna
The rich come to play
On the Champs-Élysées
Fly Paris to LA
In Versace Shades
Chorus:
I got to have that – I got to have that
I got to have that – I got to have that
Got a nasty little itch
Boy your filthy stinkin' rich
Ridin' shotgun in your plane
Getting' loose on fine champagne
I'm a super sonic rider
I want you to take me higher
I'm Nirvana, million dollar in your wallet yea
Give it to me – I love that bling bling bling bling
Give it to me – yea I want it
CHORUS
Try It You'll Like It
Artist(s): Crystal Web
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Pop
Subcategories:
Club, Dance, Electro, Electronica, Electronica Dance Club House Trance, Entertainment News, Euro House, Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, J-Pop, Japanese, Pop, World Asian
Keywords:
Advertisement, Aggressive, Asia, Asian, Attitude, Beverly Hills, Bold, Boys, Brat, Club, College, Commercial, Confidence, Confident, Dance, Energy, Exercise, Flirtatious, Flirty, Frat, Fun, Girl Power, Gossip, High School, Hollywood, Japan, Japanese, Mature, Multi Cultural, Party, Powerful, Privileged, Promo, Rich Girls, Sassy, Self Assured, Sexting, Sexual, Sexy, Shopping, Spoiled, Style, Teen, Texting, Top 40, Wealthy, Young
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Percussion, Scratches, Synthesizer
BPM:
125
Language:
Japanese
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Try It You'll Like It
Try It You"ll Like It
Try it you'll like it – you keep telling me
Try it you'll like it – just keep on telling me
Try it you'll like it – get it while it's nice and hot
Try it you'll like it -
I never could believe it so addicting now I need it
Verse 1:
You just wanna take me home (come on come on baby)
I don't wanna be alone (not tonight baby)
You just wanna take me home (come on come on baby)
I don't wanna be alone (not tonight)
Do you wanna take a trip - I can drive a stick
Let's get it the car - we don't have to go far
CHORUS
V 2:
Now I ain't in denial boy, I know you got the goods
I'll put you in my speed dial, we'll hook when I say we should
Bridge:
24/7 take me to heaven - 24/7 take me – take me
24/7 take me to heaven - 24/7 take me – take me
Going Up Going Down
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Don Reynolds (ASCAP) 10% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Guerilla Funk Family Musicworx (ASCAP) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Entertainment News, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arrest, Barrio, Booty, Bump n Grind, City, Clown Dancing, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Crunk, Dance, Dark, Deep South, Dirty, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, Energetic, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Krump, Krump Dancing, Krumping, Mean, Mug Shot, NYC, Nasty, New York, Night Club, Party, Prison, Radio, Sexy, South Central, Streets, Strip Club, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Twerk, Upbeat, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
132
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Going Up Going Down
GOIN' UP GOIN' DOWN
Chorus
Goin' up – goin' down
Booty movin' all around
Git it lef, git it right
Grab a little piece 'n' hold it tite
Goin' up – goin' down
Booty movin' all around
Flash a fitty – watch her go
She's a nasty little HO.....
She goin' up -- she goin' down
She goin' up -- she goin' down
Verse 1
I know where I'd like to sit ya
Baddest B in da club and I gotta get wit ya
In da middle of the dance flo' prancin'
All da goons at the bar knockin' Hen shots glancin'
Let me tell you what I wanna do
Grab ya hips from the back- Booty Bouncin' Boo
Up and Down, Left to Right
I can see you wanna pop that thang tonight!
Drop it low and LOWER
Move it faster SLOWER
Baby freak dat beat petite, so sweet; don't mess wit me
I'll blow your back to the front- I'm out!
I'm back! Jigglin' 'til you shout
You got me reelin'
I'm feeling
Have you without a doubt...
Chorus
Verse 2
Gimme' sometin' I can work wit' shorty
"Snap your G-string?"..Ooh my Lordy!
Ya twistin', windin', 'n shakin'
Dem cheeks vibratin' then brakin'
I can see you wanna set dat suga free
No need'n fakin'
We can take a weekend make a motion picture
While we're makin'
Dem ooh! Aah! Sounds
You on my stripper pole sliddin' down
Onion so soft 'n supple
Frustrated?
Give me a couple
Suck sessions
Baby I'm guessin'
Got da buns? I'm a dog
Baby no stressin'
Come on we'll work it out
Have you without a doubt
Chorus
Bridge
We could speed in the Phantom down the highway
Bet I beat that bottom if you swing it my way
Plenty-inch cigar
Get it off so mean if you let me squeeze
Wanna take you home
Mami, I'm Papi
Shorty bend dem knees!!
She Got It
Artist(s): Stella Mwangi
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Writer(s):
Stella Nyambura Mwangi (TONO) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Dance, Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Bar, Celebrity, City, Club, Competition, Compton, Confident, Downtown, East LA, Energy, Fashion, Flirtatious, Gang, Ghetto, Girl's Night Out, Gritty, Groove, Hot, Miami, NYC, New York, Night Club, Paparazzi, Party, Positive, Radio, Rebellious, Red Carpet, Runway, Sexual, Sexy, South Central, Star, Street, Strip Club, Struggle, Style, Stylish, Territorial, Tough, Wild
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
140
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
She Got It
SHE GOT IT
Yeah the girl got it, I got it, some of them got it, some of them don't, I got it bad and I'm a tell the world about it
Whether you Asian or European,
American or African
That's African not Afri-can't, I tell 'em Yes I can!
Let you know where, where I'm coming from
Get to know me so you can know what I'm going for
Always standing up tall never laying low
Girls like me don't wait for your call, we-
We'll fin our way inn
Walk through no stumbling
If you wonder what's hot what's cooking now
Gotta be beats from Rumblin
And a girl so fly who you kidding
We be up at the top of the building
Elevating up to we on the next level
They wanna know about it so a girl tell them
Ain't suppose to rap cause am a woman
Do the thing I do, that takes two men
Oh yes the girl got it (and they wanna know about it)
Tell me bout a girl who you know flyer
Tell me bout a girl who got more fire
I know one I'll pass that by ya
Me! If it ain't you a liar liar
Cause your pants on fire
They don't believe you they won't buy it
Let me be me and do what I do be
Walk in my shoes you'll get too tired
So hey, we don't play
And they agree to what I say
On any day in any way we shine so bright we cannot fade
I'm coming back home, feeling like a heated stove
Some people still don't know (and they wanna know about it)
Bring it back no I ain't done with
Girls like me don't stop to we finish
So hitting on me please don't be silly
Your town too small to get at big city
Yeah yeah, the girl got it
Don't really take too much to spot it
Yeah yeah the girl got it
(And they wanna know about it)
Go Getta
Artist(s): Stella Mwangi
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Writer(s):
Stella Nyambura Mwangi (TONO) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Dance, Electronica Dance Club House Trance, Entertainment News, Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Bar, Celebrity, City, Club, Competition, Compton, Confident, Downtown, East LA, Energy, Fashion, Flirtatious, Gang, Ghetto, Girl's Night Out, Gritty, Groove, Hot, Miami, NYC, New York, Night Club, Paparazzi, Party, Positive, Radio, Rebellious, Red Carpet, Runway, Sexual, Sexy, South Central, Star, Street, Strip Club, Struggle, Style, Stylish, Territorial, Tough, Wild
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
120
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Go Getta
GO GETTA
VERSE 1
No, I can not wait
When I see what I want, keep my head on straight
I gotta get going now, can't stay here
So I gotta let you know I ain't got no fear, cause
Ain't no mountain too high
I climb on it like that's my ride
Let me put my cape on my back
Let'em know that a girl got it down like that
I was, born in the village
Now look at her flying over big cities, really
Aiming after that mille
To hell what you say I gotta push it to the limit, limit
Is up to you if you in or not
But I'm, speeding up to the wheels gone drop
It doesn't seem you will see me later
I got to get going to the next, haters
CHORUS (2X)
Ain't staying here or there,
Don't think you will see me later
Ain't staying here or there,
Don't think you will see me later
Cause I'm that go getta
I gotta go get it
Yeah I'm that go getta
I gotta go get it
VERSE 2
I gotta go get it, punches I roll with it
Proud when I get to say, look ma your girl did it
No freebies, no handouts
Can't get what you want what you hand out
I grew up on hard work so I know better
Even as a brat dad called me a go getta
High risk no low better
Even hatters put their hands in the air at the show with her
Cause I'm cool like that
Do what I want break a rule like that
Can't hang around so I can't chit chat
Boy you gotta find a girl who is down with that
Cause I, work hard look fly at the same time
Spell who I am for ya and even the name rhymes
S-T-E-L-L-A
G-O-G-E-T-T-A
CHORUS (2X)
BRIDGE
I'm that G-O-G-E-T-T-A, A-A-A (2X)
G-O-G-E-T-T-A, A-A-A-A (2X)
CHORUS (2X)
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
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
Booty Shakin'
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Don Reynolds (ASCAP) 10% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 45%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Calamari Music (BMI) 45% / Guerilla Funk Family Musicworx (ASCAP) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Booty, Bump n Grind, Chaos, City, Clown Dancing, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Crunk, Dance, Dark, Deep South, Dirty, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, East LA, Energetic, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Gypsy, Jail, Krump, Krump Dancing, Krumping, Mean, Mid East, Middle Eastern Influence, Mug Shot, NYC, Nasty, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Party, Prison, Radio, Scary, Sexy, South Central, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Upbeat, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
96
Key:
G
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Booty Shakin'
Booty Shakin'
Chorus
Get ya booty shakin'
Drop ya A to Floor
Shake ya Money Maker
Till I'm ready to Blow
Repeat 1X
Verse 1
Shake it, shake it, shake it
But baby don't break it, break it, break it
Oh my God I love to see you naked
I can't take it
Ya' let me put my hands on ya hips and now I'm snake bit
You need to quit
Make me wanna strip
I can imagine both our bodies drippin'
When I watch ya' booty dip I'm trippin'
Schemin' on how I'm gonna slip in
Make ya hips bend
I'm behind ticklin'
Ya pearl
Wit my stick in
We both grinnin'
The room's spinnin'
You know what you do
How you do
When you do that thang
Make me wanna buy you a rang!
Duckin my gang
The way you make my thang sang
I'd win a grammy category sprung
Got me in shower hung waitin' to plunge
Girl you da' one!
Uh Oooooh!
Homey there she go
Twirlin' on the danceflo'
Wit a rump deluxe
U see why I'm always in the cut smashin' it up?
Repeat Chorus
Verse 2
Girl it ain't fair how you do that there
Everybody starin'
Wit dem tight pants dat you wearin', ya chil'ren
Had to be fun to make
I'm dreamin' of missionary nights grippin' dem cakes
For goodness sakes
Could you give a young brotha a break
Better yet, give a brotha a taste
Put ya lips on my face wit haste!
Let me fill up ya space
Undeniably you one of the greats, what would it take?
I appreciate ya!
U got every dude sittin' up in da club
Wit da bitter beer face
But you know they scrubs
Yet you showin' me love
Let's raise up
We can do it in the tub
Hot oil body rubs
Shake it, shake it
Wherever you move, I'll take it, take it!
Girl you ain't heard?
I can run a thousand miles
Especially when I'm runnin'.... FROGGYSTYLE!!
Repeat Chorus
Vamp
"Bump, Bump, Bump, Bump"
I love the way ya booty's shakin' baby!
"Bump Bump, Bump, Bump"
You drivin' me crazy girl
"Bump, Bump"
Ya' waist is thin
Wit dem nice thick thighs
You can forget all dem other guys
You know dem chump's little willies won't fly!
Jelly Belly
Artist(s): Haji (feat. Ida fLO)
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Writer(s):
Dharmesh Parmar (ASCAP) 50% / Florence Ida Dabokemp (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Club, Dance, Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Pop, Rap
Keywords:
Attitude, Bad Ass, Belly Dance, Bottle Service, Bounce, Cash, Clever, Club, Cocky, Confident, Dance, Dance Floor, Defiant, Dirty, Drop, Explicit Lyrics, Fun, Going Out, Gossip, Late Night, Middle Eastern Influence, Party, Rousing, Seductive, Sexy, Strip Club, Stripper, Swagger, Trash Talk, Wild
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
BPM:
88
Key:
B♭
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Jelly Belly
You say you a friend, but you ain't
You a jealous a** b*** for free
(Such a jelly belly)
You say that we cool, but we ain't
All you want to do is hate on me
Cause you're dealing with a boss
And this boss b**** know
You can't hustle this flow
When I'm on a level
You can't skip
And when you trip you dip
Into sad little puddle full of envy and s***
I'm not gonna waste my time
And I'm not gonna dim my shine
If you can't roll with me that's fine
I'm a hustla, hustla
I'ma ride till I die
CHORUS:
Can you see me jelly belly?
I don't need no jelly belly's
Can you hear me jelly belly?
(Hear it loud and clear it your ear)
Can you see me jelly belly?
I don't need no jelly belly's
Can you hear me jelly belly?
(No one needs a jelly belly, no one ever asked for ya)
So you think you know me?
Got you trolling on my pages
See you bookmarking me
Ain't that some s***
Now you following me
Off reciting all my mannerisms
Copy and pasting me
I'm not gonna watch you try
And I'm not gonna be surprised
When you fall on your a** don't cry
I was made for this baby
And you were just passing by
Sometimes all they wanna do is be this fly
So they play real cool
Be careful who you letting get close stand by
They tryna replace you
No matter who you dealing with they will try
To befool you
So watch out when they saying they there for life
They got a plan there too
Can you see me jelly belly?
I don't need no jelly belly's
Can you hear me jelly belly?
(Hear it loud and clear in your ear)
Can you see me jelly belly?
I don't need no jelly belly's
Can you hear me jelly belly?
(No one needs a jelly belly, no one ever asked for ya)
Can you see me alright
Can you hear me alright
Can you feel me alright
Alright
Can you see me alright
Can you hear me alright
Can you feel me alright
Alright
Some people
They just can't see you doing well
No
They just want a piece
They always want a piece
They just can't be happy for you
Nah
They want to be in your shoes
Well guess what?
Not mine b***
She Know How
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:
Entertainment News, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B, Rap, Sports
Keywords:
Aggressive, Barrio, Booty, Bump And Grind, City, Clown Dancing, Club, Compton, Crunk, Cuban, 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, Sexual, Sexy, South Central, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Tough
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
125
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
She Know How
SHE KNOW HOW
Wanna see you dipped out – Like my whip with cream
Candy cane maybe blue or green
I like them bobby socks that way
You walk that way you roll
Can I put it real blunt – you stuntin'
Makin' me be like she somethin'
Can't be frontin', my assumption
Is that she take care of the business
Hair with a fist pick, can I get a biscuit
Cuz I'm a dog
But babe you know I work them jeans
I'm fast don't ask my past ain't clean
Baby girl can you get in the whip
Then we dip to the crib
Lemme flip that vid on some grown man ish
Cuz I ain't no kid
My fronts is shinin'
Baby I'm on sky high – so fine
CHORUS:
She know how to move it on the floor
She know how to make me holler more
Girl got the goods – it's understood
She know how – she know how
Now pop that off, toss that thing now
Make it rain them hurricanes
We 'bout to floss
Take a little bit off
Take the chain, I got five of them things
I got G.T.'s – we can roll real deep
Now raise them like you wanna freak
Put it in the party mode – girl don't speak
Just check the beat the way it hit the street
We rip the spot baby make it hot
When I reach the top I'm makin' panties drop
With my lollipop, no chance to stop
From here to Compton get up in that body
Girl make it move
She know how to bust it
Make it real smooth
CHORUS
She move it to the left – she move it to the right
She'll break you up – she'll break you down down down down down down
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
All Up In That
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, Back Alley, Booty, Bump And Grind, Chaos, City, Clown Dancing, Crunk, Dance, Dark, Deep South, Downtown, Energetic, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Kinky, Krump, Krump Dancing, Krumping, Mean, NYC, Nasty, Neo Electro, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Party, Sexual, Sexy, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Tough, Twerk, Upbeat
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
129
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
All Up In That
All Up In That
I'm all up in that
All up in that
Give it to me girl
She make me wanna flow
She make me wanna go
Verse 1
Sneak into the spot late night like I rock
Stick stuck stock tickin
Let me get that finger lickin pop
Nerdy girls actin like they're ho's
I get up in that body like nitro
Feel that bass and lick your toes
Twist beats & drinkin booze
Make you lose your socks & shoes
All up in the house of blues
So many 10's I get to choose
All up in em like kangaroos
I hit it and I quit it and I never lose
Up in sugar walls in ya bed
Give it to me yall white black or red
Chorus
Verse 2
Frequently fliptastic
Move that body like its plastic
Black toast another classic
When we rock these beats its spastic
Triangulate the way these haters skate up on my stick
Pop and lock and freeze got that lollipop to lick
Chorus
Verse 3
I'm not sayin get on your knees
But like a spliff you got me lit
I'm bout to dip you lick you like special sauce
Brush them teeth and make you floss
Smack that uhh
Chorus
Three Strikes U Out
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, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Upbeat, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
96
Key:
G
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Three Strikes U Out
THREE STRIKES U OUT
Chorus
One, Two, Three Strikes U Out!
Verse 1
Bread Winner
Dope Getter
No betta'
U betta'
Go getta'
Kevlar Sweater
If you think you gonna test my neezies?
Please these rounds 'll come whistlin' by like a freezing breeze
Ya breezy 'll be left without her baby's Deezy
Wit' ya grandmother on her knees pleading weakly!
You don't want it
Don't do it
It's a loser son
Ya plan 'll have me leanin' out the window dumpin'
Don't let ya mouth get you into something
You never could imagine
It ain't worth the funkin'
I stay heated
Don't make me make you eat it homey
The O.G. told me just to hussle it up
Be ready to bust!!
Too many thugs plottin' on my paper
I get that feelin'
I'll just take her... Ya Mom! Ya Girl!
Can't afford expensive friction
My twin Nines 'll have ya head in the wind twistin'!
Repeat Chorus
Looked up
Couldn't duck
Quick enough
It's tough tryna hussle me? What?
I keep the Quality connected
But if you disrespect
I'll let 'em fly free
"On your knees!"
So many casualties
You little wannabees
It's really best you be easy!
Don't believe fat meat's greasy?
When I turn da corner of ya block in black
Keed, me with three patnas and the AK Straps
Perhaps,
You'll remember the jewel
Blessed ya but you chose to ignore the schoolin'
Second strike homey and I wish you much luck
Believe me! The drama's so beneath me
Discreetly, I'm a end it all
Come and get it all
After all
You don't want to brawl
Mayhem 'til they all crawl!
That's a real Thug anthem
There ain't no talkin'
We just clap 'em!
Repeat Chorus
Vamp
You don't really want it
You don't really want it
You don't want it!
You don't want it with me
I'm a G for real
You don't really want it
You don't want it
You don't really want it
Ventilate ya brains
Burn ya house & peel!
You don't really want it
You don't really want it
You don't want it!
I know one thing, my heart ain't pumping
Koolaid, you minimum wage
Boy, wit' dis gauge
Come on out ya house!
It'll be ya last mistake Hey!
Playin' Dirty
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
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Publisher(s):
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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
Cocked And Loaded
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
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Publisher(s):
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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, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
116
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Cocked And Loaded
Cocked & Loaded
Chorus
Come on come on - I'm cocked and loaded
Come on come on - I'm cocked and loaded
Don't keep me waitin' - - I'm 'bout to explode
I'm cocked and loaded - -cocked and loaded
Repeat 1X
Verse 1
I see you want me lady
Girl I'll rock you crazy
Girl you know I love you so bootyliscious
Mesmerize wit a walk so viscous, delicious
Top of my wish list
You see dese bills so crispy
Ain't seen you in a while- You Miss Me?
U know what I wanna do
And I know you wanna do it too baby!
You saw me roll up in the black best
'member when I put those hickies on your chest
I remember how we used to do
'member when came home from schoo'- when you came through!
Then I blew your back out
And then you blew my brains out
Girl you looking so good tonight
Let's take the same route
Me and you face down on the couch
Repeat Chorus
Verse 2
Ooooh! It's still like dat?
Still like it when I grip dat fat?
I gotta big bone to bury
That Brazilian on them lips is down right scary
Still taste like honey
It's all hot, drop, pop, stop running!
I know it feels real good!
Bite ya lip when you grip
Take this wood
You so grown and creamy
Had to grab ya hair
Moaning, Screaming
10 minutes in, both beaming
It's steaming
An hour later, I'm leaning
An hour later, know what I'm thinking?
I'm COCKED AGAIN AND TWEAKING!
Let me move it side-to-side, in-and-out, find ya G-spot
Tap it till it's LEAKING!
Repeat Chorus
Vamp
I'm comin' in the back do'
Gonna give it to you like you really want it baby
I'm comin' in the back do'
Gonna give it to you like you really want it baby
There's sweat drippin on the flo'
It's so Hot in here
It's so Hot
I'm comin' in the back do'
It's so Hot in Here
Don't Stop
Don't Stop
Don't Stop
Don't Stop
I'm so cocked!
Kitty
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
Keywords:
Attraction, Bawdy, Bouncy, Erotic, Filthy, Flirtatious, Frisky, Grind, Gritty, Horny, Hot, Innuendos, Kinky, Lewd, Nasty, Obscene, Provocative, Racy, Raunchy, Risque, Seduction, Seductive, Sensual, Sex, Sexual, Sexy, Steamy, Stimulating, Strip Club, Temptation
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Strings, Synth
BPM:
169
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Kitty
Chorus
Let me lick the Kitty
let me get my tongue all in it make it sticky sticky
know you kind of pretty call me slicky like I'm Ricky Ricky
let me get it nice and drippy drippy for my Dicky Dicky
I wanna get it nice and wet baby
want you to saturate the bed baby
I think your legs are starting to get lazy
You pouring juices like some damn gravy
ain't trying to make you my lady
just hop into the Mercedes
strip down to something so lacy
body shakin till it make you go crazy
then we get started on the 2nd round
it's like a knockout when I'm going down
Chorus
How you feeling now that you are done
are you thinking you're the only one ?
I'm a master of my craft
I ain't stoppin til we see the Sun
tongue running over your body
give your pussycat a bath
every 30 minutes you don't even need to ask
I'm going on a new diet
I ain't eating nothing but the finest
Chorus
Shinai Yatsu Nara Ne
Artist(s): Jorysai
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Writer(s):
Scott Horton (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Jazz
Subcategories:
1960s, Female Vocal, Instrumental, Japanese, Jazz, Lounge, Pop, Soul, World Japan
Keywords:
Asia, Assertive, Bar, Bordello, Brothel, Classy, Escort, Gambling, Hot, Japan, Japanese, Lounge, Money, Prostitute, Retro, Sassy, Seductive, Seedy, Sensual, Sexy, Sophisticated, Speakeasy, Strip Club, Stripper, Sultry, Throwback, Tokyo
Instruments:
Acoustic Bass, Drums, Finger Snaps, Guitar, Piano, Saxophone
BPM:
116
Language:
Japanese
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Shinai Yatsu Nara Ne
デカイ撃たれた男、杖つき歩く
運を見せびらかし名声に浸って
だけど孤独なハートじゃ空虚な心は満たせない」
ギャンブル男にそーゆーオモチャは欠かせない
口紅とタイツ
此の街はわたしのモノさ
隣同士で歩く
あなたにお金があるならね
でも心を一瞬で灰にするわ
口だけで行動しないやつならね
財布にはそんなに入らないでしょ
女のタッチに勝るモノはないわ
どの雄鶏にも雌鶏はいるし
どんな天使にも罪がいるでしょ
運が尽きればわたしも尽きる
そんなに働く系じゃない
金があるなら早くこい
金を出せば質は保証するわ
Phonetic Japanese:
"Shinai Yatsu Nara Ne"
Dekai utareta otoko tsue tsuki aruku
Un wo misebirakashi meisei ni hitatte
Dakedo kodoku na ha-to(heart) ja kukyo na kokoro ha mitasenai
Gyanburu otoko ni so-yu omocha ha kakasenai
Kuchibeni to taitsu
Kono machi ha watashino mono sa
Tonari doushi de aruku
Anata ni okane ga aru nara ne
Demo kokoro wo isshun de hai ni suru wa
Kuchi dake de koudou shinai yatsu nara ne
Saifu ni ha sonnani hairanai desho
Onna no tacchi ni masaru mono ha naiwa
Dono ondori nimo mendori ha iru shi
Donna tenshi nimo tsumi ga iru desho
Un ga tsukireba watashi mo tsukiru
Sonnani hataraku kei ja nai
Kane ga arunara hayaku koi
Kane wo daseba shitsu ha hoshou suruwa
Bedtime Stories
Artist(s): Casey Grimes (feat. Erk da Jerk and InfiNate)
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Writer(s):
Casey Grimes (ASCAP) 33.33% / David N. Mueller (ASCAP) 33.34% / Kevin Shaundre Allen (ASCAP) 33.33%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Pop
Subcategories:
Club, Dance, Electronica, Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B, Rap, Urban
Keywords:
Bad, Celebrity, City, Club, Confident, Dirty, Duet, Energy, Fashion, Flirt, Flirtatious, Freaky, Groove, Hedonistic, Hot, Infatuation, Kinky, Love, Naughty, Paparazzi, Party, Positive, Radio, Red Carpet, Relationship, Runway, Secret, Seductive, Sexual, Sexy, Star, Strip Club, Strut, Style, Stylish, Swagger, Sweaty, Tease, Temptation, Top 40
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
120
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Bedtime Stories
"Bedtime Stories"
Intro
Hey baby, I gotta bedtime story
Listen up, Lights out!
Verse
I'm gonna tell you a bedtime story
It's about me and you
I'm gonna issue one small warning
It just might come true
Your body is getting hotter now
Your Gonna need a little water now
Its gonna a little freaky babe, What you crave
My body is on fire
Hook
I'm comin' through your dreams tonight
Baby comin through,
I'm comin' through your dreams tonight
Got bedtime story for you
Verse 2
My finger nails are scarlett red,
See how deep they dig in your chest
Climb on top grab my hips real tight
Now close your eyes and enjoy the ride
Can you feel my body heatin' up
My juices yeah they be fillin' up
Kissin' on you bout to eat you up
I know your deepest desire
Rap Bridge
Look, now she don't care, she say I'm hers nah she don't share,
And I don't either, she's a keeper, I'm what ups, and she my genie
Don't play no games, lay it down, Soakin wet, Might make me drowned
I'm the prince might take the crown, Rapunzel girl let your hair down
Got what you looking for, got my hands in the cookie jar
DiCaprio, get in them dreams,
No actin' though, get in them jeans
Lock you up, won't find the key
Let's play a little game of hide and seek
You can come spend the night with me
Bedtime story put you right to sleep
Hook
I'm comin' through your dreams tonight
Baby comin through,
I'm comin' through your dreams tonight
Got bedtime story for you
She Drives Me Crazy
Artist(s): Derek Butler
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Writer(s):
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
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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
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
She Love To Freak
Artist(s): Cash El Principe
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 33.34% / Luis Rivera (ASCAP) 33.33% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 33.33%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 16.67% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 33.33% / Booli Mooli Music (ASCAP) 16.66% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.34%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Latin, Latin Hip Hop, Latin Hip Hop Rap, Male Vocal, R&B, Rap, Spanglish, Spanish
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Arrest, Barrio, City, Club, Compton, Cops, Death, Downtown, Drive By, East LA, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Latin American, Mean, Mexican, Mexico, Miami, NYC, New York, Outrage, Prison, Rage, Rape, Riot, Sexual, Sexy, Shooting, South Central, Street, Strip Club, Struggle, Zumba
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Lute, Synthesizer
BPM:
140
Language:
Spanglish
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
She Love To Freak
She Love To Freak (Spanglish)
Chorus:
She love to freak in the front
She love to freak in the back
She love to freak – freak
(Give it to me give it to me)
Freak in the front
She love to freak in the back
She love to freak – freak
(Give it to me give it to me)
Ohh ohh – she love to
Ohh ohh – she love to
Ohh ohh – she love to freak – freak
Verse 1
Hey little girl quiere un caramelo
Tolalo por que sabe bien bueno
I like the way she get down
Her booty is circulo y grande
Se mueve al sonido
The greatest pound for pound
Ensenarte como soy freak, freak
I'm the best around
I know she like that pole
Nena loca touch your toes
Los tiene hypnotize
The way she move those big thighs
Meneando side to side
Moveindolo up and down
Oh girl stop tempting me
Tenteando
Verse 2
I like you to come with me
Oh baby, I'm begging please
La semana pasada
Try to freaking tease me
Just
One more sip of that Patron
Girl dontcha let me drink alone
Ven sentarte by my side
Para sobar rub your thigh
I want you to show me how
Nena me tiene estoquiro
Let's see how low you go
Bailando on top of that pole
Empujando, jalando girl
You driving me loco
Girl driving me loco
Bridge:
Push pull grab da pole girl
In out make 'em shout
Fi'ty dolla make 'em holla
Doggie colla balla wanna
Push pull grab da pole girl
In out make 'em shout
Fi'ty dolla make 'em holla
Make 'em ho....
She Love To Freak (English)
Chorus:
She love to freak in the front
She love to freak in the back
She love to freak – freak
(Give it to me give it to me)
Freak in the front
She love to freak in the back
She love to freak – freak
(Give it to me give it to me)
Ohh ohh – she love to
Ohh ohh – she love to
Ohh ohh – she love to freak – freak
Verse 1
Hey little girl do you want carmel
Touch it cause it taste good
I like the way she get down
Her booty is round and big
She moves to the sound
The greatest pound for pound
I can teach how I am freak, freak
I'm the best around
I know she like that pole
Crazy girl touch your toes
She has them hypnotize
The way she move those big thighs
Shaking side to side
Moving up and down
Oh girl stop tempting me
Tempting
Verse 2
I like you to come with me
Oh baby, I'm begging please
Last week
Try to freaking tease me
Come and sit by my side
So I can rub your thigh
I want you to show me how
Girl you got me stuck
Let's see how low you go
Dancing on top of that pole
Pushing, pulling girl
You driving me crazy
Girl driving me crazy
Bridge:
Push pull grab da pole girl
In out make 'em shout
Fi'ty dolla make 'em holla
Doggie colla balla wanna
Push pull grab da pole girl
In out make 'em shout
Fi'ty dolla make 'em holla
Make 'em ho....
Pacelo Sepa
Artist(s): EXC
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Writer(s):
Skylar Mones (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Latin, Latin Hip Hop, Latin Hip Hop Rap, Male Vocal, Rap, Spanish
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Arrest, Barrio, City, Club, Compton, Cops, Death, Downtown, Drive By, East LA, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Lude, Mean, Mexican, Mexico, Miami, NYC, New York, Outrage, Prison, Rage, Riot, Sexual, Sexy, Shooting, South Central, Spanish Lyrics, Street, Strip Club, Tough
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
105
Language:
Spanish
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Pacelo Sepa
Pacelo Sepa (Spanish)
Chorus:
Yo Vengo de la calle
Para que lo sepa (says it three times)
Mira la sexy a mi lado
Para que lo sepa (3x)
lo que tengas
Para que lo sepa (3x)
Agara tu dinero cualquier manera
Para que lo sepa (3x)
Verse 1:
Que estas haciendo con tu cuerpo
Cautivando mis ojos solamente
Me quedo viendo
Olvidando el tiempo
O el ritmo de tiempo
Quítame lo que tengo que te busca el amor
Lo siento
No te engañes por sus movimientos
Reza como manteca esa azteca
Tengo más maza que mas seca
Conquistando como España
Cuando le doy mi cana
Con lo mío se hacen tacaña
So!
Y como mueve la cadera
Con ese gran culo
De verdad es culera
Yo!
Me pongo pedo y
Tu!
Te pones peda
Abre las piernas y para adentro mi madera
Chorus
Verse 2:
Vamos al bar tomar mojitos
A mi me gusta tu manera
Y estilo eso e como Alex y Fido
A mi manera como ese Carlitos
Gozando puro desmadre este hijo su madre
Adelante el club esta lleno
En el VIP con Champagne y vino
Gastando puro si no tirando dinero como en casino
Cuidado las mujeres son veneno
Y después de pisar
Hasta luego!
Chorus
Para que lo sepa (3x)
Pacelo Sepa (English)
Chorus:
I come from the street
Look at the hottie at my side
So that you know (3x)
That you can have
So that you know (3x)
Get your money any way that you can
So that you know (3x)
Verse 1:
What are your doing with your body
Captivating my eyes I only stay watching
You're wasting your time
For the rhythm of time
Take what I have
Love is trying to find you
I'm sorry but
Don't be deceived by her movements
Pray like butter she's Aztec
I have more dough than dryness
Conquering like Spain
When I give you my cane
With mine they get greedy
So!
And how her hip moves with that big ass
She really is culera?
I!
Really get drunk and
You!
Get drunk too
Spread your legs with my wood I enter
(Chorus)
Verse 2:
Going to the bar to drink Mojitos
I like your way and style it's like Alex and Fido
And my way is like Carlitos
Enjoying total chaos
This son of a bitch ahead
This club is packed
\in the VIP with champagne and wine
Spending money like we're in the casinos
Be careful the women are like poison
And once I leave
Peace out!
(Chorus)
So that you know (3x)
Do You Want It
Artist(s): Cash El Principe
Label: Black Toast Records
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Latin, Latin Hip Hop, Latin Hip Hop Rap, Male Vocal, R&B, Rap, Reggaeton, Spanglish, Spanish
Keywords:
Aggressive, Barrio, City, Club, Downtown, East LA, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, Latin American, Mean, Mexican, Mexico, NYC, New York, Sexual, Sexy, Street, Strip Club, Zumba
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Lute, Synthesizer
BPM:
124
Language:
Spanglish
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Do You Want It
DO YOU WANT IT (SPANGLISH)
Chorus:
Do you want it – Yea you want it
Back it up right here – y'know you want it
Do you want it – Girl you want it
Back it up right here – y'know you want it
Do you want it – do you want it
Do you want it – do you want it
Verse:
Cuanta nenita quieren bailar
Con un negrito que si lo sabe menear
Aleja la espalda de la pare
Eso Jevito ati te quieren ver
Mueve la pierna ponte a bailar
La conga la samba para gozar
Paqui paya vamo a bailar
Paya paca que bueno esta
Quiero que brinque para arriba
Jump up and down
Quiro que mueva la cintura
To the funky sound
Quiero hacerte sudar
I wanna make you sweat
Until you're drip and wet
A pretty girl like you
A wiggle it bien rico
Won't you shake it for the chicos
A pretty girl like you
A pretty girl like
Chorus:
Verse 2:
Oye no te asuste mami
Esto lo que quiere el negro
Tu cintura la piernita nena pero
No te preocupe nena eso lo de meno
Papa yo no fui
Me mintio ami
Pa que se viste asi
Tentando me ami
La la lay la la lay lay
La la lay la la lay lay
Quiero que brinque para arriba
Jump up and down
Quiro que mueva la cintura
To the funky sound
Quiero hacerte sudar
I wanna make you sweat
Until you're drip and wet
A pretty girl like you
A wiggle it bien rico
Won't you shake it for the chicos
A pretty girl like you
A pretty girl like
Chorus:
Bridge:
Bang-a-lang when you back dat thing up
Bang-d'bone gonna take you home yea
Bang-a-lang when you back dat thing up
Back it up – yeah yeah
Bang-a-lang when you back dat thing up
Bang-d'bone gonna take you home yea
Bang-a-lang when you back dat thing up – yeah yeah
Chorus
DO YOU WANT IT (ENGLISH)
Verse:
How many ladies want to dance
With a black man that knows how to move
Remove your back from the wall
All the guys want to look at you
Move your legs go ahead and dance
The conga the samba let's have fun
Here and there let's dance
There and here that's good
Verse 2:
Hey pretty don't be afraid
This is what the black man wants
Your hips, your legs, lady but...
Don't worry lady, it's ok
Papa it wasn't me
She lied to me
Why is she dressed like this?
Tempting me
La la lay la la lay lay
Jump She Jump
Artist(s): St. John
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Writer(s):
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Dancehall, Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Jamaican, Male Vocal, R&B, Rap, Reggae, Reggae Dance Hall, Reggaeton
Keywords:
Beach, Caribbean, Club, Dance, Flirtatious, Florida, Fun, Island, Kinky, Miami, Party, Playful, Promo, Radio, Sexy, South Beach, Sports, Spring Break, Street, Strip Club, Summer, Tough, Twisted
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
93
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Jump She Jump
Jump She Jump
Chorus
Jump she jump anytime
When we in the club and we feel the bassline
Bump he bump anytime
When he in the club and he feel the bassline
Verse 1
When me fly around the world
I spy upon them girls
Dip around the block opportunity come knock
Put em all in my limo and we takin it non stop
Dirty as she wanna be see her walkin down the street
Wonder if she tell me can we jump up jump up
Ask her what her name would be said you cant mess with me
Said maybe baby you shake and were gonna see
Sippin on straight hennessee
Rub a dub I got some love
When I freak her from behind
She fit me like a glove
Follow me follow me come and reach from above
Come to make the floor the ceiling shake
Motivate and twist upon the record like bump bump
If you workin 9 to 5 or doin dirt and then you drive
Makin it hard to stay alive we jump jump
Chorus
Verse 2
Me from London west end want a friend
Come in and pretend like they really makin ends
Got a fatter pocket meta4 know how to rock it
Come with me come with me
I got jump up for days mama need to get paid
Back of an escalade smoking hand rolled spliffs
I like the club dirty smoky Daniel jack the 5th
Insane when I spit the gift like you need a lift
Put your hands up make a 4 name is meta4
Came here to get raw so get on the floor
I like to get the whole joint jumpin jumpin
Thumpin thumpin like they say we need it crunk
Make my move and make you look
Got you starin at the floor and you shook shook
People let me tell you one time
West side east side cmon
Chorus
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