Tracks Similar To Rise Up
Freak INMA Face
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:
Action, Electro, Entertainment News, Hip Hop, Indie Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, News, Rap, Traffic Report, Trailer Action Adventure, Trailer Off The Beaten Path
Keywords:
Action, Aggressive, Animalistic, Beat Box, Chase, Freaky, Intense, Percussive, Quirky, Rowdy, South African, Traffic, Tribal, Twisted, Wild
Instruments:
Drums, Percussion, SFX, Solo Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
94
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Freak INMA Face
FREAK INMA FACE
CHORUS
Freak inma face
Freak inma face
Freak inma face
Get ya freak out my face
(repeat)
Verse 1
Im lovin em all the freaks
but don't tell me what ya name is
when we roll up to the club
haters tell me that im famous
rockin the spotlight
from Tokyo to Vegas
smack you in the face
when you tell me that you hate us
poppin wheelies catchin feelies
smoking bidi's and graffitis
eenie meenie minie moe
we catchin groupies by the nose
my chain is swingin crowd is singin
'pump it up we love you bro'!
I cant believe I got so many skills
Pay the bills
Back alley Shantytown
Drinkin liquor from the stills
Hold up don't roll up on me
Its apt to get you killed
Hooligans they tape you up
And take you up into the hills
Used to make the mixtapes
They so freakin ill
Sell em at the shows
Grab a freak then we chills
Everybodys pockets got a least
A coupla pills
Dodging crooked cops
Catch at least a coupla cases
Non-stop on the jock
They think they know our faces
Left to the right
Right to the left
Always try to chase us
I can never be caught slippin
Man I tell you im amazing
CHORUS
Verse 2
Yo whats that back tattoo wanna do
Bump to the bass and in my face
And shakin like I wanna taste
Slip slide flashlight
Last night all night
Riki tiki tavi drinkin champagne
smokin dynamite
passion and progression
session im confession
messin with professionals
with the extra large vegetables
I like to get the visuals
With so many residuals
I take my tongue take my time
Treat it like a ritual
Why they gotta rush me
Like a freak after the show
Im all sweaty silly putty
Youre too slutty lemme go
Crazy freak style & I got too many ho's
Why you love me im too crazy shady like a baby toe
Gangster leanin out the window
Bumpin to the radio
Pistol in my pocket man
You know you have to pay me though
Smoke up the bombastic
Rollin up the windows
But I told you we a creepy
Grimy dirty perfect timing crew
Freak you want my autograph
Tell you what im gonna do
Come into my dressing room
Im taking you to Xanadu
CHORUS
Left to the right and right to the left
WE ALL FREAKS
(repeat)
Jump She Jump
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:
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
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)
Good Times
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, Rap
Keywords:
Bar, Barrio, Celebration, Celebratory, City, Commercial, Dance, Energetic, Fun, Ghetto, Hopeful, Joyful, Joyous, Night Club, Party, Positive, Promo, Radio, Swagga, Swagger, Upbeat, Uplifting
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Horns, Piano, Scratches, Strings
BPM:
95
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Good Times
GOOD TIMES
CHORUS
These are the good times
Forever in the hood times
We gonna make it we can make it
These are the ggod times
Love is the best crime
We gonna make it
Verse 1
5 bucks get a forty and a dutch
not thinking about much see my shorty get a touch
sweet as can be and a big you know what
keep my head up I never stop swingin
never stop hopin always keep copin
keep my body movin and my mind in motion
slick in production big truck system
mama always said son stick with the wisdom
I came to get them stick them fit them
I aint a victim and you never see me slippin
Never see me dippin even in middle of friction
Got them all wishin they was in my position
Smooth with the diction pay to listen
I get paid every single day
Gotta be good in the hood baby
Keep it comin baby one more time
We gotta hit them now with one more rhyme
CHORUS
VERSE 2
I gotta say make me feel that way
Like sippin champagne on the fifth of may
Like a pocket full of benjamins I maintain
Make it fall like rain act mad insane
Runnin through the streets yellin my own name
Love the way you move love the way you do
Anything can happen when you walk like that
King im relaxed to the infinite
Rock mic's that's my instrument
With two turntables make this thing get bent
Wicked with the flow act you don't know
Rockin it real fats then I make it slow
Flip the hood we can all get down
All come together white black or brown
In the hood whats good it's the natural sound
Check me out when ya on the block
CHORUS
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!!
This Is My Block
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:
1970s, Entertainment News, Funk, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Soul
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angry, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Chaos, City, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dance, Dark, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, East LA, Energetic, Energy, Funky, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Mean, Mug Shot, NYC, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Party, Porn, Prison, Radio, Scary, Sex Flick, South Central, Street, Streets, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Upbeat, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
95
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
This Is My Block
THIS IS MY BLOCK
Chorus
This is my block – this is my block
The rock ain't gon' stop
This place is hot y'all – Ho ------
Verse 1
Posted up chokin'
On some Indo green
Stacked up in the back
Too many Stacks
I'm mean
These streets is the King's streets
It seems
Everyone or two years I have to make 'em lean
Hit 'em with tha machines
If you run the block
Heavy Handed Means!
Greasy
Enough cake to make your wake come quicker than a sun beam
Run up on you with the Fo' leave ya leaking
Pulling capers and I'm squeezing
It's Pleasing!
Yeah you nippy but I'm FREEZING
Fully automatic cracks
Now yo' whole family's weeping
Stop ya madness young dudes
I'm a veteran killa
Servin' 22 blocks
On every corner I'm the major dealer
Only 19 when I wrapped a Milla
You taking over the flow? Stop it will ya!
Ya pocket's thin? Boy I feel ya
But is it worth eating steel bullet dinners?
Repeat Chorus
Verse 2
We get it poppin'
What you talkin' bout dude?
You up in da club..
Chump, I own the club
You see how all they' eyes is glued
On my section roped off it's a thug reunion
We tucked with our tools.. Send
Them Bunnies over it's time for pattin' pannies
More throats in action in the back than the Grammys
Everybody on the floor throwin' 'bows and two-steppin'
I'm not a DJ but I make lean back when I'm pepperin'
No stressing
Mo weapons
Than the American
Airforce and you the Taliban
I'm the worst
I'm the HEAT man
I keep grams
Kilo'd up
Grands in rubber bands
Understand Fam?
Cold-hearted G and I don't give a damn
Yeah they saw what happened
But they won't take the stand
Everybody give respect
Cousin, I'm the man!
Taxin', Clappin', It's crackin'
That's why I'm rappin'
Repeat Chorus
Vamp
Watch yo' back!
No matter what you do
Dog I'm watching you
You betta' watch yo' back!
I got eyes on every corner, plenty guns to shoot
Homey don't get smacked!
I'll treat you like my hoes if you disrespect
Make me grab the Tech
Or maybe grab ya neck!
Homey watch yo' back
You'll pay a heavy debt
Watch yo' back!
No matter what you do
Dog I'm watching you
You betta' watch yo' back!
I got eyes on every corner, plenty guns to shoot
Homey don't get smacked!
I'll treat you like my hoes if you disrespect
Make me grab the Tech
Or maybe grab ya neck!
Them slugs is hot
Homey, This is My Block!!
Stadium Roar
Artist(s): DJ Kreuzer
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Writer(s):
Scott Horton (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Dance, Electronic, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arena, Attitude, Baltimore Club, Basketball, Battle, Beast, Building, Cocky, Competition, Confident, Crunk, Determined, Driving, Drop, Entrance, Excited, Face Off, Football, Game Time, Gang, Highlight Reel, Hype, Intense, NBA, Pounding, Promo, Propulsive, Pulsating, Pumped Up, Rave, Showdown, Sports, Stadium, Swagger, Sweat, Tough, Victorious
Instruments:
Basketballs, Bass, Brass, Claps, Drums, Horns, Piano, SFX, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
130
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Fast/Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Beat It Up
Artist(s): Arsonist
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Writer(s):
Christopher Jenkins (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Reality TV Moods & Emotions, Tension and Suspense
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Bullet, City, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dance, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, Dying, East LA, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Killers, Mean, Mug Shot, Murder, NYC, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Prison, Radio, Reality TV, Scary, Shooting, South Central, Street, Streets, Struggle, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Violence, War
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Horns, Percussion, Synthesizer
BPM:
91
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
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
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)
What Mo
Artist(s): G-$tack
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Don Reynolds (ASCAP) 10% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Guerilla Funk Family Musicworx (ASCAP) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Barrio, City, Club, Cop Show, Dark, Death, Drive By, Drugs, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, Mean, Ominous, Party, Prison, Scary, Sex, Shooting, Street, Strip Club, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Synthesizer
BPM:
81
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
What Mo
What Mo'
Chorus
What mo you got
What mo you got
Take ya best shot
(Come on) Yeah take it take it
What mo you got
What mo you got
Take ya best shot
Shut ya mouth boy
What mo you got
What mo you got
Take ya best shot
(Come on) Yeah take it take it
What mo you got
What mo you got
What mo
1st Verse
I don't know what you on but boy it got you stupid
Got ya whole family grievin' for thinkin' you can do it
Manana clouded ya mind- it come in clear when u HIT
They should a told ya well before ya shot, but ya blew it!
Come for my loot you been in pre-school-boy-I'm college
I pull too quick
.44 and 9 rounds spit
Man I sleep with a loaded gun
I stay on one
Tried to pull the caper now ya hangin' from a rope DONE!
I pump..pump..
2 a day chump
Hood king kill a rat
Pen tats That's wass up
Ya M.O. way too old
I know you dude
I movin' major weight across the interstate and you
Want my rep but you a fool
I jacked your mules
Come in ya hood, spit, and lift ya money and ya jewels
I'm bona fide you moldin'
Hate to have to hit ya wife
I know you know we meet again
I'll have to end ya life
Repeat Chorus
2nd Verse
So you wanna come get papa cool it's been tried before
I'm the one you wanna even the score
Hit my row you know I'm bustin' 'fore you get in tha door
Wanna be a gangsta but you just can't handle the gore
In a six foot pit
You and all the busters you come with
I'm gonna bury after my chrome Desert Eagle split ya dome quick
The beef's stopped after the tooly pop
Now the word around the block
Is yall pull and clap
Would a been clear to you
If you
Thought through
You would lose
Thought you'd bring da blues
To a do or die killa crew
Chose to test me and I blew my fuse
Left you in a coma
Livin' on a prayer
You'll never pull through
The mean green is the main thing
That get you youngstas hankering
I'll spank dat ass
Notorious the pain I bring
Always holdin' heat
The ruler of the block
Never scared
And I'll take anything you got
Repeat Chorus
3rd Verse
Don dada keep 'em dizzy
You wanna come and peel me
I'm a G you a sizzy
Hit the don, no one can, FEEL ME!
Son, I felt your plot ya eyes revealed ya envy
Top flight on ya comers hit list
Now yall all think ya can end me
Cause me and my folks hooked up
Wit lbs. of coke cooked up
But ya telegraphed the punch so we struck
My gats bucked long and lit ya up like a December night (space)
Braggin to all ya folks, on dope, thinkin' u'd see me die
But I'm
Lean, Mean
Love to bleed
Bad Seed
Different Breed
Top rank and undefeated
Boy you can't touch me
Upside Down
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1970s, Entertainment News, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Bouncy, Club, Cop Show, Energetic, Flirtatious, Fun, Funky, Good Time, Hot, Party, Playful, Relationship, Retro, Sexy, Teen, Upbeat, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
102
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Upside Down
UPSIDE DOWN
CHORUS
Everything goin upside down yeah
Everything goin upside down you know its gonn be all right
A new game
VERSE 1
Why ya wanna turn my whole world around
I was tryin I was dyin' wanna hear that sound
This is another day feel a ray of sunshine
Divine I wanna tell you everything on my mind
I got flipped started to trip started to slip
But that was way back in the day new tricks up my sleeve
Like you wouldn't believe I cant breathe baby down on my knees
On the streets
(givin it up party down) baby girl im all turned around
now im gonna play a whole new game
hey hey
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Beggin please baby please put my mind at ease
You know im done messin around with them young ladies
Need relief new peace new breeze in the trees
Jump jump bump bump party people want want
A new day new phrase new blaze hot
Dancefloor spot where I wanna work it out
Keep it crunk keep it gully with my little bitty filly
Keep a little silly now im on top of the world
(livin it up party down) yeah girl were gonna party down
CHORUS
VERSE 3
Look girl understand with the mic in my hand
Im a sky up light up the whole big city
Need a committee with fifty to let 'em know
I'm gritty I don't pity other people we are
Upside down in this round round world
I was lost now found got a pearl of a girl
Party people if ya feelin me now everybody scream
CHORUS
Rub-A-Dub
Artist(s): G-$tack
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Don Reynolds (ASCAP) 10% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Guerilla Funk Family Musicworx (ASCAP) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Barrio, City, Club, Cop Show, Dark, Death, Drive By, Drugs, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, Mean, Ominous, Party, Prison, Scary, Sex, Shooting, Street, Strip Club, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Synthesizer
Year Recorded:
2003
BPM:
86
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Rub-A-Dub
Rub-A-Dub
CHORUS
We go wild go wild - gonna do it supa freaky style
In the front back hot crack hump awhile
We pop the bub in the tub give it up
Gonna do the rub-a-dub, the rub-a-dub
When I'm up in da club
I like to Rub-A-Dub
Head straight to the bar, I'm blazed
I sip on some bub - I'm known
So all the honeys wanna give me some love
Every weekend G it's the same - It's never enough
10" inch long - They know they can't go wrong wit a thug
They know I plug - Lady's hollerin', Dog- I hammer the rug!!
It don't matter, cause any spot we in
We gon' win- Oooh!! Go head girl show me some skin
There it is!! Here we go!! Baby twerk your skirt
You may the perfect little somethin' to take back for some work
Hit the VIP- Give me some head – Get in her head
It's brains and money homey - Me, I don't need a bed
I like the way you girlin'
Crushed ice in your mouth
Slurp up on my nuts
This what's life's about
Turn around, let me hit it from back
It's wild in the club
Freakin' all night caught up in a Rub-A-Dub
It gets wild in the club
CHORUS
Repeat Pre Verse
Bounce baby's bouncing like a '64
I'm goin' for mine
Her but up off the floor
She got more bump than a little
Throw it back at me
This Magnum is aimed to please
I know it's hard to breath
I know they told I was thunderin'
Up in them walls
That's the only reason you back here
In a skirt with no draws
I'll give you what you need Girl
I stroke it mean
Dat crack hot, wet, tight
I can see the steam
I'm a P.I.M.P from a unit full of scrilla stackers
Don't leave your girl around me
Cause I'm a have to mack her
After about 10 minutes
We'll be in the back of the club
Trees in the air
Doin' all kind of freeky stuff
Like this one here
When I first saw here I knew she was a winner
Damn baby you freaky
She hit me with the sit and spinner
She said she want it on her face
I had to oblige
Pulled out gave her a taste
Shot the goo in her eyes
It gets wild in the club
So after the ep(isode), it's back to the bar
The rest of the ladie wanna do me
Just because I'm a star
I saw honey whisper somethin' to her girlfriend- her eye's lit up
She stepped away – now she wanna get stuck
She('s) lucky, cause I can last for hours
Keep goin' and goin'
Energizer bunny
All these broads is knowin'
That's what when she got the back
She shot a nod to the stairs
Next thing you know - Oooh!!
Baby girl drop
Hold it right there
Sit it on my lap
Damn its soft and wet!!
Turnover, spread them cheeks wide open
As wide as they can get
You're my second Private Dancer
And I'm enjoying the show
You can let your hair down
Let all your juices flow
She's moanin' - Man, I'm groanin'
The intensities growin'
Her crack is hot as a stove
And we both knowin
I'm only a couple bumps
From blowin' it out
I pulled out
She took monster out the Magnum
And made me put it in her mouth
Man it gets wild in the club!!!
Police Goin' Down
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1980s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angry, Arrest, Back Alley, Barrio, Boastful, Boom Box, Chaos, City, Club, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Death, Drinking, Drive By, Drugs, Energetic, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, Hard, Jail, Killer, Mean, Mug Shot, Murder, Night Club, Old School, Police, Prison, Rebellion, Retro, Revolt, Revolution, Riot, Scary, Shooting, Street, Swagger, Thug, Tough, Urban, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
96
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Police Goin' Down
Police Goin' Down
Chorus
Police goin' down
They gonna feel my pain
I hear a siren
It's makin' me insane
Police goin' down
Cause killin' brothas gotta stop
Let's ride
Gonna find me a cop
Let's ride
Gonna find me a cop
Verse 1
Why we always funkin wit da boys in blue?
Them cowards always come around harrassin' duke
Make me wanna grab the sawed-off and bust
They betta wear dey vests
Because in guns we trust
We great the triple K's wit da AK's
Homey's on da roof pot shottin' e'ry day Aye Aye!
Punk police protect our neighborhood?
Wit dey boots on our necks
Boy I wish dey would
Try to Rodney King me
See me on TV
Face down 8 cops
When I gave up at Freeze!
But a young brotha's life means next to nothin'
To these donut eatin' chumps
They can think we bluffin'
Whether blood or cuzin'
It's our time for huntin'
Let me tell you wick-wack rollers some'n
We tired of shakedowns and brutality
We'll protect and serve ourselves you da enemy
Repeat Chorus
Verse 2
The ghetto bird's roamin'
I can hear the shots
As here dey come again
Terrorizin' the block
Who gave dese leeches the authority
To steal our civil rights keep us on our knees
If I'm chillin' on da corner- with the gang injunction
I'm in an orange suite
It takes a lot of gumption
To treat a whole race
Like dey caught a case
I know dem cowards love it
It's all on day face
It's terror on the streets
Yet they screamin' peace
There'll never be peace wit the blitzkrieg police
They'll run up in ya house and start sprayin' bullets
A no-knock search made my grandma pull it
Poorly executed rip on an informant's tip
Wadn't no drugs in her house
She was 86
When dey finally hit the news that night on CNN
I smell a cover-up
Dem boyz is at again!
Repeat Chorus
Verse 3
Undercover police
The harassment won't cease
I know dey tryna get me
That's why I tote heat
When da cops is comin'
Hollow-points we dumpin'
I'm tryna leave 'em front seat of da car slumpin'
You gotta understand the pain
400 years of pillagin'
Slavin' wit no gains
We tired of eatin' dirt
Plenty bills but no work
You can call it what you wanna
They dirty! – The Truth Hurts
Repeat Chorus
Play For Keeps
Artist(s): G-$tack
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Writer(s):
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Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Guerilla Funk Family Musicworx (ASCAP) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Barrio, City, Club, Cop Show, Dark, Death, Drive By, Drugs, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, Mean, Ominous, Party, Prison, Scary, Sex, Shooting, Street, Strip Club, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Synthesizer
BPM:
90
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Play For Keeps
Play For Keeps
Chorus
I play 4 keeps
Don't mess with me
Better get out of my face
I'm the winner G
I own the street
Ain't gonna lose
Digging a plot
Gonna put you down six feet
Repeat 1X
1st Verse
I took ten shots, think you can roast da Dog!!
I keep the gat cocked creepin through the fog
Sneak up on ya like a shadow when we crawl
And leave ya leakin'
And ya mama screamin' dat I'm wrong
Ghetto reaper
Black Cape
Dog, I'm sinister
Nobody pull me off the task 'till its done
And I stay taxin' and I'm warnin' you all
My meat I like raw
Walkin' these streets you showin' ya gall
To think you could ball
If daddy's lookin' who ya gone call
Cause when I seen ya pull the 44 den BLAWWW!!!
I live above the law
I meant to throw her through the window, see..
It ain't about the green
Boy I'm a MEAN FIEND
Last week a new crew wit keys
They rolled around here flashy
Think they gonna bling bling
But I think not!!
Cause when dey came around my way
I jacked 'em den I cracked 'em
Cause ya boy don't play!!!
Repeat Chorus
2nd Verse
0:06:00 ya hopin' ya don't choke
Ya spot me floatin' through ya yard chokin' da smoke
You wanna run for some shelta but come up shote wit my dope
I come descendin' like I was wearin' a cloke
There's no where to runna when I swoop down on ya
Go for a collar left right stroke and you a gonna
Cause there's no roller
Shoot straighter
No greater
Darth Vader
If I walk through ya door
It's see-ya-later
I'm gonna shoot it it's ya turn to die
And let ya body rot
We known to peel on spot
That's how I keep a knot
Get ta duckin' when you see me
I'm 1 or 4 or 5 major villains on these streets
With chrome gleamin'
Cold deamon
Ol' gold leanin'
Head the toe tag team and I'm schemin'
Center of da scene
And We don't duck da law
187
You stepped on
And we da raw
Repeat Chorus
3rd Verse
Now I told you young dummies once
I'm a killa toe to fro
Grindin' all 12 months
While(space) I soldier servin' grief
Ya smoke to much
You want my flow stopped
Handle mine homicide end up chalkin when I touch ya
Done(space)
Fool and you can get ta shuckin' and duckin'
Quit son
It won't save you
Young peela
The hood don dada
And I'm willin' wit ya girl
If you think you comin' for my green
I'll rock ya world
All the street brawlers
Is green as my top dolla
Wit all the yay I'm movin'
I'm ballin'
I'm rotweiller
Fa sho' bet I load and lock bite ya neck (space)
You a ho
G's give cuz much respect
Cause I...
It's Gettin' Nasty
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
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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, 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
It's All Goin' Down
Artist(s): St. John
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, Alley, Barrio, City, Drive By, Drugs, Energetic, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, Street
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Piano, Synthesizer, Violin
BPM:
85
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
It's All Goin' Down
ITS ALL GOIN' DOWN
CHORUS
Its all goin down
You might wanna be around
Its gonna be apocalypse we dumpin clips
Bodies wont be found
Its all goin down you don't wanna be around
Its gonna be a lot of blood and smoke and guns
Its all goin down
VERSE 1
I been designed with the street life
Dyin with the street lights
Its been about a minute since this g can even sleep right
I got a nickel plated desert eagle with the lazer scope
Ima tell ya now better leave town for ya get found
Six feet down actin like a clown
Fool how ya like me now? Aint no sweat up off my brow
I got nine millimeters pop pop pop pop pop
Go them heaters I learned from Jamaicans
And im down with them Haitians
Sneak up on ya on vacation when nobody's around to save ya
Screamin for ya savior all that trick behavior
You been a punk shootin junk livin like a dog
Stealin from ya people man lying like a log
Infections need fixin im the medicine
Cutting it out of the skin im the doctor are you ready to begin?
Are you ready to pop that first shot? That's what I thought
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Actin like a dirty cop boy that'll get dropped
Roll around in a drop top bound to get shot
Circle round the block while my thumb goes cock
Cant ya see don't ya see that I will never stop
Im down like hip hop when I break a pop lock
Easy cause I jocked OG's when I was a little shorty
And they taught me 'bout the OZ's Uzi's nike's white t's
Crisp khakis im in the back in the '63 puffin on some loose leaf
Watchin dvd's of Bruce Lee drinkin brewskis
Freakin with some hoochies now im sippin on some Hennessy
I got them thug tendencies smart as a whip
When I pop that first clip drop the piece then I dip
I never had respect say ya name then I spit
You shoulda never flipped then you wouldn't get clipped
Have ya hangin off a cliff man bleedin from ya lips
VERSE 3
Man bleedin from ya lip loose I got proof
You was sinkin the ship im wearin gloves on the chrome grip
Thinking legit by tonight I'll be in vegas cashin all of my chips
And im calm cool collect ya never heard of me trip
I cant believe all these thieves climbin' up on my tip
Bitin is exciting till them hollow tips rip
Ya skin and im sick in the head like I said my seed need to get fed
Id rather shoot and grab loot live or be dead
Its goin down like I said cash under the bed(repeat)
CHORUS
Goodbye
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
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Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Guerilla Funk Family Musicworx (ASCAP) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Barrio, City, Cop Show, Dark, Death, Drive By, Drugs, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, Mean, Ominous, Prison, Scary, Shooting, Street, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Synthesizer
Year Recorded:
2003
BPM:
92
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Goodbye
Goodbye
Hook
Goodbye
You crossed the line
Cold facts, it's the very last time
It's over, please
Get on your knees
And say goodbye, say goodbye
Repeat 1X
1st Verse
Goodbye, It'll be a long winter
When wifey gets the news, I'll make sure to send her
A dozen black roses to commemorate
When a sucka comes to me then tries to play me late
I slid you fifty grand
Now you messin' with my money yo
I told you from the gate I'm quickly bitter and unstable
When it comes to dealin' wit 'em and they don't pay me mine
I find boxes that can fit em, watch their bravados decline
There's no fists
It's 4-5th's
Silenced with no prints
Tha lab kit's negative and there's no snitches
You can believe me not
It's a quick way to become the foundation of a parking lot
And for some reason (pause)
I see a lot of asphalt if your future (You hear what I'm sayin')
I'm a use you to send a message to the block
Let 'em know Mr. Grimm ain't playin' ( I got to get you!!)
Repeat Hook
2nd Verse
Goodbye
Are you cryin'?
Last night I heard you was braggin'
Don't deny it
Take it like a man, quit ya' whinin' and snifflin'
You took it too far, it's beyond a butt whippin'
Right now, I know you wish you could begin again
I thought you knew the street game
It's hard to win it when
You think you gotta crew but you're really on your own
I ain't worried about your bodyguards – they was on loan
See they owed me money
It didn't take much
I got people so close to you
Boy you could'a been touched
But I wanted to look you straight in your eyes
So you could see the glimmer on my face
As your life expired
Why you play me phony
You know me homey
If I just let you take my money
I'd be broke and lonely
And I can't have that
So whether friend or foe
You cross me in these streets you better know... (I'm coming for you!!)
Repeat Hook
3rd Verse
Are there any last words you would like to say
U betta man-up and accept your fate
Cause its over, done, your chapter's finally closed
Out of all the paths to travel
This is the road you chose
Don't blame me, its basic street philosophy
Rule #1, paragraph three
you take a gangsta's money
And you try to slide
You can run it's just a matter of time!!!
Repeat Hook 2X
Vamp
Don't play with my money, money
Oh no
Cause I'm a come for you, I've got to
I run these streets, I've gotta feed my crew
Free
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1970s, Classic Soul R&B, Entertainment News, Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Bar, Barrio, City, Cop Show, Dance, Energetic, Fun, Funky, Ghetto, Night Club, Party, Positive, Radio, Upbeat, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
95
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Free
FREE
VERSE 1
Free like Mississippi free like shorty when she miss me
Free like bent over the wheel of a range rover
My mama said my main mission is to be relaxed
Liberate your mind on the railroad tracks
Remember when the music had a deep impact
Laid back instrumental incidental to stimulate
The mental ima swing back and forth on the street be free
Float down the river come on come on
CHORUS
Free funk beautiful people aint no equal fly like a falcon
In the sky we feel free freestylin
New York city wilin
Fell free (repeat) doin your best takin the test
VERSE 2
Can it be a liberation of the soul we need
I know those politrickin' don't give a finger lickin
Damn about the common man and woman tryin to make it happen
In this land wheres the voice of reason in the mob season
I think pleasin politicians gonna make us slaves
They keep getting money don't care how they behave
People of the planet just smile stay brave
CHORUS
VERSE 3
Outlandish I make a stand like im the man they all depended upon
Put my pen upon the parchment and star ship I travel galaxies
Killin fallacies about realities probably a principality
A sovereignty is what we need im on flame like your weave
A grown protozoas take over speed systems of a junkie
Too many punks be actin like monkeys
But theres a new star risin in the sky tonight
F is for the fact were in full effect
R is for the roots don't disrespect
E is for exactly what we be
E is for equality that's how we see
Im a student of underground history
We gotta fly free for a new galaxy
CHORUS
Down in the Hood
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
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Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Guerilla Funk Family Musicworx (ASCAP) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Barrio, City, Club, Cop Show, Dark, Death, Drive By, Drugs, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, Mean, Ominous, Party, Prison, Scary, Sex, Shooting, Street, Strip Club, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Synthesizer
BPM:
90
Key:
C♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Down in the Hood
Down in the Hood
Intro
It's a little rough down in our hood. Sometimes you don't even know (space) if you gonn' make it through the next day. You know, we down here don' what we gotta do to survive (space).
Whatever it takes (space). It's do or die (space)
When you ain't got nothin' (space), you do what you gotta do!!!
Chorus
Down in the Hood
We comin'
Down in the Hood
We gunnin'
Down in the Hood
We hangin, Roll out hit the street
We bangin
Repeat 1X
1st Verse
More smokin' & croakin' down in the hood
Know folks don died floating like a bloc a wood
We choose to chop & chop and
Move it block to block
Seen a little money now we just can stop- What?
Lookin' like ya wanna run up... Look like ya not
Think you gonna rob me
That's how a playa gets shot
I was bummy wit da homie just yesterday,
Moved a bundle on the humble- stacked
Now I'm on my way!!
Partnas on the streets loc'in-up
Everybody's fingers on a trigga'
dey might erupt
Fiends on da hunt schemin'- comin' by the spot
I keep a AR under the couch
What would you do if you were hot?
I keep unloadin' the glock
Dis is 4 block!
Gang descendant
I've been shown a lot
How to rock cane
Blow a brain
Rollin? Call my main
Foes I fold 'em
Team a killas
Now the streets know my name
Repeat Chorus
2nd Verse
Two on the corner, six on the 4th floor
All da covers is rovin' knowin' it won't go
Tell all the fellas, tell all dey chickens dat don't know
If they need da dough and down for a trip
Den here we go!!
Dey bugged da celly so get wit me
Feel da heat split it
Pour it down the drain
Twenty strong and we sic wit it
We up'd the grimeyness during my reign
Yall sheep in this jungle, ya fallin'
And I'm Orangutan
Check the po(lice) file
She Used to be a queen
Now she a hooker
Saw her wit' a cop just chillin' for five minutes
if they book her
And it get back she get to talkin'
den I'll have to cook her
Playin' checkers when its chess boy I'll have to rook her
Locked & Cocked cause up in dese streets is BIG BEEF
No telling what they'll do behind a pipe and some coca leaf
But if you wanna get loose lips messin wit my grip
They'll probably find ya body in ya wip - DON'T PLAY WIT' ME!!!
Repeat Chorus
3rd Verse
Soldiers we roll wit da 44 nixin'
all da phonies in da mix while we on our mission
Lbs. of work up in tha mo- bags is glistenin'
From Vaseline
When da phone ring
Da feds' listenin'
I'm up to da challenge. My foes quick ta dump
Young crooks dey wanna move up
Da lure of a buck
My head up on a swivel since a brotha blew up
Cause where we grew up
Ya girl a pump two in ya gut
Vamp
In my hood
It's life or death
These streets don't play
Down in da hood it's do-or-die
Make a bad move and you can lose your life
Repeat
C Ya N Tha Club
Artist(s): St. John
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Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Barrio, City, Club, Cop Show, Dark, Death, Drive By, Drugs, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, Intimate, Kinky, Mean, Nasty, Ominous, Party, Prison, Scary, Sex, Shooting, Southern Crunk, Street, Strip Club, Swervin, Syrup, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Synthesizer
BPM:
115
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
C Ya N Tha Club
C YA IN THA CLUB
CHORUS
See you in the club roll up deuce deuce
Ya got me so loose like a 100 proof
Smoking that dub right there in the booth
Spotlight shinin on my diamond tooth
VERSE 1
Swerving sippin syrup turning up the wrong way sippin Bombay
Ounce of that good californi-a my papers straight
Gotta move that weight chick chick bow please don't get in my way
Im real chillaxed but I just don't play
See me on the cover of a mag someday
I script hits flip get paid chicks on tip get laid
Slip fat bricks don't trip that fits lips spread thick
Im sick like Rick on the tape now hold up wait a minute
The club look right with you up in it
Dj spin it ima hit then I quit it
But im so smooth got a bottle of champagne
I show and prove
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Hey girl let me get up in ya world
Let me stroke them curls ask ya girls
If they wanna rock get up in the yacht tonight
I go so slow cause im nasty im a pro
I smoke like c-lo and those other brothers know
I got whole teams in kitchens cookin up that snow
A man gotta eat roll Bentleys roll up the sleeves
Pull out the heat this aint a video cuz
Keep it on the street hand me that blunt ima start to chief
I love ya girl specially when ya freak
Time to sneak back in the club we so twisted
CHORUS
VERSE 3
That mammy look so saucy
Classy on the street but you a freak
Let me put you on my dime
For about a week cause you a dime piece
Sexy text me then caress me
Baby I got plenty left
Let me get dressed cuz im fresh to death
CHORUS
Cocked And Loaded
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
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Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
116
Key:
Am
Tempo:
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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!
Bust Out
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Key:
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Tempo:
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Time Signature:
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Lyrics:
Bust Out
BUST OUT
CHORUS
Bust out why saying something
What you need something
Make you bleed some gimme a reason
Then ill freeze em then ill leave em screaming in the street
VERSE 1
Bust out of the gate straight waitin for a fool to approach
Then I burn em like toast I don't mean to boast but you cant get close
See those homies in the window with the finger on the trigger
I know you think big but my crew thinks bigger
How you think the lifers in the joint get high
One guard has product others turn a blind eye
If you try to interrupt then you know you gonna die
Soldiers in the street never gonna ask why movin pounds of product
From Bronx to bed-stuy put it in the trunk act crunk
We drunk in the club nearly every night
Dip in the whip 500 lookin tight takin care of business
In the city tonight gotta heater for your ass if you aint lookin right
Uptown downtown all around town
CHORUS
VERSE 2
I peel off caps like I was a bald head
Was it something that I said make you crawl back into bed
I got a lead missile comin at ya pop pop
Then im in the street when they all drop drop
Got no love for cops they say stop stop
I know they profilin when they stop and see me smiling
Don't get caught in long island unless your papers straight
I been known to move weight from state to state
Been known to rock a mic make the crowd vibrate
Learned from a young age I was meant to take the stage
But I still got rage to make the front page don't think that
I slipped so im soft if its on then im off that's why im paid
Sharp as a razor blade that's why im paid
Uptown downtown all around town
CHORUS
Booty Shakin'
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
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BPM:
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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!
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