Tracks Similar To Brutha Cop
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!!
Pearl Necklace
Writer(s):
Edward M. Smith (BMI) 50% / Tim Godwin (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1970s, Classic Soul R&B, Disco, Entertainment News, Funk, Instrumental, R&B, Soul
Keywords:
Attractive, Beverage, Car, Chill, City, Club, Cold, Comfort, Commercial, Conspiracy, Cool, Crime, Cruise, Curious, Design, Down Low, Drama, Drink, Drip, Drive, Ease, Fame, Fashion, Glamour, Heat, Hip, Hot, Ice, Lounge, Lust, Luxury, Montage, Moody, Mysterious, Nightlife, Nighttime, Plot, Porn, Promo, Quench, Refresh, Sassy, Secret, Seductive, Sexy, Sleek, Slow, Smart, Smooth, Sophisticated, Spy, Strut, Style, Sweat, Thirst, Tired, Wet
Instruments:
Congas, Drums, Electric Bass, Guitar, Rhodes Electric Piano, Strings, Wah Wah Guitar
BPM:
92
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Love Awakening
Artist(s): Gold Plated
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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:
1970s, Disco, Instrumental, Pop, R&B, Rock, Smooth Jazz, Soul, Urban
Keywords:
Boogie, Boogie Nights, Club, Dance, Elegant, Fun, Groovy, High School, Hip, Love, Nostalgic, Party, Passion, Porn, Prom, Radio, Romance, Romantic, Sensual, Sexy, Smooth, Sophisticated, Style
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Piano, Guitar, Percussion, Piano, Strings
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
99
Key:
G
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Skin Flick
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:
1970s, Disco, Funk, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Soul
Keywords:
Bar, City, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Dance, Downtown, Ghetto, Guns, Jail, New York, Party, Porn, Sex Flick, Sexy, Streets
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer, Wah Wah Guitar
BPM:
95
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Super Fly Brother
Artist(s): Michael Young
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1960s, 1970s, Classic Soul R&B, Funk, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Psychedelic Soul, R&B, Rock, Soul
Keywords:
Alley, Bed Mix, Bell Bottoms, Black Panthers, Black Power, Blaxploitation, Boom Box, Celebration, Civil Rights, Club, Dance, Energetic, Ghetto Blaster, Gritty, Old School, Party, Peace Rally, Urban, Watts
Instruments:
Bass, Clavinet, Drums, Guitar, Keyboard, Percussion, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
91
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Super Fly Brother
He's a super fly brother
And he's got himself a plan
Such a super fly brother
In this cold-hearted world, he's doin' the best he can
Darkness falls on the ghetto every night
Hard times in the city, no one knows what's wrong or right
He's a man who's tryin' to rise up from the streets
Hustlin' n dealin' you know that's his reality
CHORUS
His momma cried so hard but she could never say
Why daddy left 'em on that cold rainy day
Now he's left to sell his soul out on the street
Pushin' n Pimpin' you know that's his reality
CHORUS
Can You Feel It
Artist(s): Michael Young
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1960s, 1970s, Classic Soul R&B, Funk, Instrumental, Male Vocal, R&B, Rock, Soul
Keywords:
Alley, Bed Mix, Bell Bottoms, Black Panthers, Black Power, Blaxploitation, Boom Box, Celebration, Civil Rights, Club, Dance, Energetic, Fiery, Ghetto Blaster, Gritty, Motion, Old School, Party, Peace Rally, Promo, Radio, Soul Brother, Swagger, Urban, Watts
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Percussion, Saxophone
BPM:
108
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Can You Feel It
Can you feel it –
Can you feel it – can't stop you girl
Can you feel it – Yea she got the heat
Can you feel it – Watch me move my feet
When she move to the left
Gots ta move to the right – make me feel alright
When she move to the left
'M gonna move to the right – Ahhhh
Can you feel it
Feel The Love
Artist(s): Gold Plated
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1970s, 1990s, 2000s, Instrumental, Pop, R&B
Keywords:
Bar, City, Cool, Cruising, Groovy, Hip, Laid Back, Party, Promo, Radio, Romantic, Sensual, Sexy, Smooth, Street, Theme, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Flute, Guitar, Strings
BPM:
94
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Can't Stop The Music
Artist(s): L. Young
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Tony Vose Music (BMI) 50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1970s, Funk, Instrumental, Male Vocal, R&B, Soul
Keywords:
Celebrate, Classic, Dance, Dance Party, Dynamic, Energetic, Falsetto, Feel Good, Fun, Funky, Happy, Joyous, Party, Playful, Positive Attitude, Retro, Throwback, Tight, Upbeat, Vintage Sound, Wedding Reception
Instruments:
Baritone Saxophone, Bass, Bongos, Drums, Electric Guitar, Electric Guitars, Hand Claps, Horns, Percussion, Piano, Rhodes Electric Piano, Strings, Tenor Saxophone, Trombone, Trumpet, Violin
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
125
Key:
G
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Can't Stop The Music
INTRO
Can't stop - can't stop
Can't stop - yeah ya ya yaa
Can't stop - can't stop the music
VERSE 1
Sunlight such a blessing
Sweet caress holding on to the day
I like that feeling turn the wheel
And guide us on our way
PRE-CHORUS 1
Then something happens
With a flick of a switch, life is energized
Come, we'll dance and everything
Is beauty magic realized
CHORUS 1
Never gonna stop, no we'll never drop
Keep on dancing - Can't stop the music
Forever treasure, groove is pleasure
Keep on dancing - Can't stop the music
REFRAIN 1:
Can't stop - can't stop
Can't stop - yea ya ya yaa
Can't stop - can't stop the music
BRIDGE
Room shaking hearts are making
Love on the dance floor - ya ya ya
No turnin' back night's yearnin' for more -
More - more ---- yeah
We can't stop it, no we can't stop it
No no nah ya ya ya ya ya
PRE-CHORUS 2
Then something happens
With a flick of a switch, life is energized
Come, we'll dance and everything
Is beauty magic realized
CHORUS 2
Never gonna stop, no we'll never drop
Keep on dancing - Can't stop the music
Forever treasure, groove is pleasure
Keep on dancing - Can't stop the music
Can't stop, no no we'll never drop
No, we'll never drop
Forever, that groove is pleasure, ya ya ya yaa..
OUTRO
Can't stop - can't stop
Can't stop - yea ya ya yaa
Can't stop - can't stop the music
Can't stop - can't stop
Can't stop - yea ya ya yaa
Can't stop - can't stop the music
Stay On Top
Artist(s): Second Son
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Writer(s):
Nicholas Charles Moxsom (PRS) 50% / Paul Robert Cufflin (PRS) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1960s, 1970s, Classic Soul R&B, Funk, Instrumental, Male Vocal, R&B, Retro Soul, Rock, Soul
Keywords:
Alley, Bell Bottoms, Black Panthers, Black Power, Blaxploitation, Boom Box, Celebration, Civil Rights, Dance, Energetic, Fiery, Ghetto Blaster, Gritty, Motion, Old School, Party, Peace Rally, Radio, Soul Brother, Swagger, Urban, Watts
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Percussion, Shakers, Tambourine
BPM:
106
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Stay On Top
STAY ON TOP
VERSE 1
Now, anybody
Can have a good idea
But to put it into practice
You gotta fight your fear
You know what you want
And you're gonna speak your mind
You're looking for perfection
Every single time
PRE-CHORUS
You gotta
Get on the right track
Be hot, but stay cool
Gotta use your intuition
'Cos no-one loves a fool
CHORUS 1
You gotta get hip
Gotta stay on topStay on top
You gotta be funky
Gotta stay on topStay on top
You gotta walk tall
Gotta stay on topStay on top
You gotta look tasty
You gotta keep movin', movin'
VERSE 2
Well, you're looking lean
And you're walking tall
People watching your action
You the man to call
You've got your head together
You turn up and look right
You're aiming for perfection
And you're trying to do it right
CHORUS 2
You gotta be slick
Gotta stay on topStay on top
You gotta be educated
Gotta stay on topStay on top
You gotta get wise
Gotta stay on topStay on top
You gotta be ready
You gotta keep movin', movin'
PRE-CHORUS
You gotta
Get on the right track
Be hot, but stay cool
Gotta use your education
'Cos no-one loves a fool
Git A Move On
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:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angels, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Bullet, City, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dance, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, Dying, East LA, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Killers, Mean, Mug Shot, Murder, NYC, New York, Night Club, Old School, Ominous, Prison, Radio, Scary, Shooting, South Central, Street, Streets, Struggle, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Violence, War
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
110
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Git A Move On
GIT A MOVE ON
Now it's time to run (Blood be pumpin’)
And the deed is done (Feet be jumpin’)
Put the petal to floor
We betta get gone
Let's get a move on
The bullets be flyin' (Bump bump bump)
And The homies be dyin' (Buh bump bump bump)
We'll do what we gotta do
Yeah yeah, let's get a move on
If you ever cross me
I swear to God it'd take Condalesce
And a whole Army SWAT Team
When you started the beef
Did you think it could get worse
Boy you a'ready lost ya teeth
We knuck when we buck
But that wasn't enough
You had to show ya pannies
When I called ya bluff
You know who you messin' wit'
I gotta sick clique
Underestimate the grit
Ya get ya wig split quick
I'm just plain mean
I love conflict
You betta' think about it cause when we hit
It's like a 2-ton boulder crashin' down on you
Quick to bend ya block
Run through your whole crew
9's and AK's spittin' out the back of the Lex
Double up on ya vest
'Fore ya try to flex
I gotta mean team
A pump as big as Texas
You see my grill homey
Guess what's next (it's all over playa)
Now it's time to run (Blood be pumpin’)
And the deed is done (Feet be jumpin’)
Put the petal to floor
We betta get gone
Let's get a move on
The bullets be flyin' (Bump bump bump)
And The homies be dyin' (Buh bump bump bump)
We'll do what we gotta do
Yeah yeah, let's get a move on
All you suckas be fakin' mayne
Watch a few movies
Then ya claim a gang
You ain't never seen a G as real as me
Ya get ta runnin' when these gats bang
It gets wild in these streets
Homicides for weeks
You betta watch what you sow
Cause when we creep
In a flash
You on ya back
As your blood seeps
In the gutter wit' da trash homey
R.I.P. you don't know me
So boy what you lookin' at
So you slang a couple trees
And you flash a gat
I don't give a damn
I slang weed and crack
But more important
I got two guns as big as Shaq
Wit' some bullets wit' your name on 'em
You need a taste?
I saw ya eyes as I leaned out da same Brougham
When I caught ya brother slangin' on my street
Lobbed a volley
Knocked him off his feet
You two shall meet
Now it's time to run (Blood be pumpin’)
And the deed is done (Feet be jumpin’)
Put the petal to floor
We betta get gone
Let's get a move on
The bullets be flyin' (Bump bump bump)
And The homies be dyin' (Buh bump bump bump)
We'll do what we gotta do
Yeah yeah, let's get a move on
When you see me keep runnin'
Keep runnin'
We gunnin'
If you cross me we comin'
We commin'
I'm dumpin'
When you see me keep runnin'
Keep runnin'
We gunnin'
If you cross me we comin'
We commin'
I'm dumpin'
Cocked And Loaded
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, 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!
Funky Fingers
Artist(s): Bruce Ray Brown
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Writer(s):
Bruce Ray Brown (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1970s, Funk, Instrumental, Soul
Keywords:
Alley, Bluesy, Cruisin, Cruising, Funky, Greasy, Groovy, Hip Cat, Laid Back, New Orleans, Party, Retro, Street, Swagger, Throwback
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitars
Track Styles:
Production
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
120
Key:
E
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Do It Yourself
Artist(s): Second Son
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Writer(s):
Nicholas Charles Moxsom (PRS) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Pop
Subcategories:
1970s, Funk, Instrumental, Male Vocal, R&B, Soul
Keywords:
Accomplishment, Cheerful, Classic, Encouragement, Feel Good, Funky, Groovy, Independent, Inspirational, Motivational, Optimistic, Party, Positive, Retro, Smooth, Soulful, Throwback
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Hand Claps, Horns, Piano
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
158
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Do It Yourself
You're a real go-getter
There ain't no flies on you
But time is tight than a high wire
And there's a whole lotta things to do
No time like the present
Can't rely on nobody else
You're a soul on a mission and you're ready to roll
If you want something done
You better do it yourself
Well, we should help each other
Always share the load
If you need me, just hit me up
And I'll do whatever I'm told
But when the oil's hot and the chips need cooking
And you ain't got the time to wait
It's too late to prevaricate
If you want something done
You gotta do it yourself
It's Up To You
Artist(s): Akeem Williams
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Writer(s):
Edward M. Smith (BMI) 25% / Terry Gorka (BMI) 75%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1960s, 1970s, Funk, Instrumental, Male Vocal, R&B, Soul
Keywords:
Aware, Civil Rights, Classic, Conscious, Decision, Emotional, Falsetto, Fed Up, Groovy, Jukebox, Memphis, Political, Protest, Reflective, Retro, Smokey, Smooth, Social Commentary, Society, Soulful, Southern, Struggle, Unrest
Instruments:
Drums, Electric Bass, Guitar, Hammond Organ, Horns, Rhodes Electric Piano, Saxophone
BPM:
114
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
It's Up To You
Oh Oh Oh-oh-oh-oh
(oh oh - oh oh -oh)
If your mind's going crazy - full of confusion (oh oh)
And the voices you hear make you more disillusioned (yeah yeah)
You wanna do somethin' about the state of the nation
But you best be keepin' a closer eye on your own situation
Everybody's hustlin' to take their piece
But sell it somewhere else you're gettin' none from me
They call you on the phone; they put it in your mail
My conscience isn't for sale
CHORUS:
It's up to you - you must decide
It's up to you - to do what's right
It's up to you - to take your stand
It's up to you to be your own woman or man
Oh, slow down, slow down
Don't cha see-ee-ee, take a look around
You know the difference between right and wrong
Remember what your mama taught you when you were young
(this is what Mama said)
Never tell a lie - Look each other in the eye
Read the Good Book every night
CHORUS
Nothin' But Togetherness
Artist(s): Ed Smith
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Writer(s):
Edward M. Smith (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1960s, 1970s, Ballad, Blaxploitation, Easy Listening, Instrumental, Moods Hopeful, Motown, R&B, Soul
Keywords:
Contemplative, Contentment, Emotional, Motown Sound, Old School, Passionate, Relaxing, Romantic, Smooth, Soulful
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Flute, Piano
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
106
Key:
G
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Shakewell
Artist(s): Soul Planet Jazz Ensemble
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Writer(s):
Alfredo Rubalcava (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Electronic
Subcategories:
Acid Jazz, Acid Jazz Trip Hop KCRW, Disco, Electronica Dance Club House Trance, Funk, House, Instrumental, Jazz, Lounge, Pop, Soul, Techno
Keywords:
Chicago, Chilled, City, Club, Cocktails, Cool, Dance, Dancing, Dreams, Driving, Energy, Euphoric, Exercise, Fantasy, Fashion, Fun, Good Times, Happy, Hip, Miami, Mushroom Jazz, Red Carpet, Relationship, Relaxed, Runway, San Francisco, Slick, South Beach, Sports, Strutting, Style, Upbeat, Uplifting, Video Game
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Percussion, Piano
BPM:
122
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Son Of Funkenstein
Artist(s): Stratus
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Writer(s):
Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50% / Tommy Reeves (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Jazz
Subcategories:
1970s, Acid Jazz, Acid Jazz Trip Hop KCRW, Entertainment News, Funk, Instrumental, Modern Ultra Lounge
Keywords:
Bar, Bell Bottoms, Chill, City, Cool, Cop Show, Fashion, Funky, Gritty, Hip, Late Night, Nighttime, Promo, Rat Pack, Red Carpet, Sexy, Smooth, Style, Trailer, Trippy, Ultra Hip
Instruments:
Brass, Congas, Distorted Bass, Drums, Horns, Organ, Wah Wah Guitar, Wurlitzer Electric Piano
BPM:
114
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Walkin' The Wild
Artist(s): Echelon 7
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 45% / Juliana Bolden (ASCAP) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Calamari Music (BMI) 45% / Echelon 7 Music Publishing (ASCAP) 10%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Rock
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angels, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Bullet, City, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dance, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, Dying, East LA, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Killers, Mean, Mug Shot, Murder, NYC, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Prison, Radio, Scary, Shooting, South Central, Street, Streets, Struggle, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Violence, War, Wild
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
100
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Walkin' The Wild
WALKING THE WILD
YEAH YOU BETTER WATCH YOUR STEP
WE TRYING TO DO THIS (SEXY) STYLE
YEAH WALK'S WILD
U BEST HAVE YOUR OWN BACK IF YOU'RE GONNA STEP OUT HERE AND TRY TO LIVE LIKE WHAT?
Verse 1
WATCH WHERE YOU STEPPING
WHEN YOU WALKING THE WILD
'CAUSE IT'S BUCK OUT HERE
PUNKS GIVE A F***OUT HERE
HE WAS WAITING AT THE BUSTOP
GAZING AT THE DROPTOPS
FLOATING BY DREAMS OF HUSTLIN' AND FLOWIN'
NOW HE'S WILDIN' WITH THE WILDEST
CHILDISH TANTRUMS
SEARCHIN FOR AN ANTHEM TO LIVE BY - WHY?
'CAUSE HE GOT ALL THE MONEY
STILL CAN'T FEED HIS SOUL
'CAUSE HE GOT ALL THE HONEYS
GOT THESE STUNTS ON HOLD
'CAUSE HE HAD ALL THE MONEY
BUT LIVES BY THE SHOT
AND CAN'T STOP - 'CAUSE NOBODY STAYS TOO HIGH
YOU GOT KEEP SHOOTING TO BREAK THE COME DOWN
NOW THE CLOUDS SO THICK CAN'T SEE THE GROUND
NOW WHO'S BANGING AT THE DOOR
DROPPED COCKED THE NINE
SWEATING COLD BULLETS OF SWEAT BET
CAUSE PEOPLE GET TO TRIPPING WHEN THEY'RE
THINKING EVERYBODY'S A THREAT
THE WALK'S WILD
chorus
WATCH WHERE YOU'RE WALKING WHEN YOU'RE WALKING THE WILD
IT'S ALL ABOUT THE MONEY PIMPING HOES FOR MILES
TRYING TO STAY ALIVE WHILE THE BODIES PILE
THE WALK'S WILD
WATCH WHERE YOU'RE WALKING WHEN YOU'RE WALKING THE WILD
SKY HIGH FAT RIDES HUSTLER STYLE
TRYING TO STAY ALIVE WHILE THE BODIES PILE
THE WALK'S WILD
verse 2
PUNKS BE FRONTING LIKE THEY'RE STARTERS
WHEN THEIR RIDING THE BENCH
ME I'M STEADY SINKING THREES
PAID MY DUES IN THE TRENCH
HANDLING MY OWN 'CAUSE I GOT IT LIKE THAT
I SHOOT MY LYRIC LIKE A BULLET
SO I'M LYRICALLY STRAPPED
SEE THE WALLS LIKE JERICHO CRASHING DOWN
WON'T CATH ME STALLING WON'T STICK AROUND
SEE IT'S NOT ABOUT YOUR CREW
OR WHAT THEY G'ON DO
WHEN THE ROUGH GOES DOWN
AIN'T GOT NOTHING BUT YOU
YOU'D BE SURPRISED HOW QUICK THE GLITZ FADES
DON'T BE SURPRISED HOW QUICK THE FRIENDS FADE
ARE YOU SURPRISED HOW SICK THE BLOOD SPRAYS
PANICKING - LOOKED LIKE THE PO'S
DROPPED YOUR GIRL LIKE A MANNEQUIN
NOW WHO HEARD THE CLAPPING
HEAR THE SIRENS ROAR
COLLAPSE IN TEARS RED POOLS ON THE FLOOR
HANDCUFF YOU AND YOU'RE OUT THE DOOR
THE WALK'S WILD
CHORUS
verse 3
SHE'S THE DEVIL IN DRAG
PLAY THE BOYS LIKE CHESSMASTERS
THEY GET THERE FASTER BRINGS THE HEAT THEY'RE AFTER
PUT IT ANYWHERE YOU WANT IT
DROP THE BOOTY LIKE PRO
WORK A BODY LIKE JOB SHAKE 'EM DOWN LIKE MOB
SHOOK DOWN FOR HIS CASH CAUSE HE CLUELESS
THOUGHT HE HAD THAT ASS LOCKED
SHE'S ON SOME NEW SH**
SHOCKED TO FIND HER LEGS WRAPPED
AROUND HIS BOY'S BACK
THE WALK'S WILD
CHORUS
verse/rep
ARE YOU SURPRISED HOW QUICK THE FRIENDS FADE
ARE YOU SURPRISED HOW QUICK THE GLITZ FADES
SEE IT'S NOT ABOUT YOUR CREW
OR WHAT THEY G'ON DO
WHEN THE ROUGH GOES DOWN
AIN'T GOT NOTHING BUT YOU
YEAH YOU GOT ALL THE MONEY
STILL CAN'T FEED YOUR SOUL
YEAH YOU GOT ALL THE HONEYS
GOT THESE STUNTS ON ROLL
MONEY LOVE SEX DRUGS BLOOD RUN COLD
THE WALK'S WILD
YOU BETTER WATCH YOUR STEP
WATCH YOUR STEP OUT HERE
CHORUS
IT'S ALL ABOUT THE MONEY
IT'S ALL ABOUT THE MONEY
LIKE THIS - UNH
Upside Down
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:
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
This Is A Raid
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:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angels, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Bullet, City, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dance, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, Dying, East LA, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Killers, Mean, Mug Shot, Murder, NYC, New York, Night Club, Old School, Ominous, Party, Prison, Radio, Raid, Scary, Shooting, South Central, Street, Streets, Struggle, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Violence, War
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
92
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
This Is A Raid
This is a Raid
Chorus
This is a raid - git your hands up
Just stay in your place an' keep your mouth shut
This is a raid - git your hands up
Better stay in your place an' keep your mouth shut
Everybody freeze - everybody freeze
1st Verse
While you was rollin' flashy out wit' ya crew
While yaw was sellin' bricks I was watchin' you
You made a name
But you know the game
You sellin' in my hood
I gotta get ya mayne!!
Look, I'm a G for real
I own cops, crack shops, plenty of steel
I can't let you ride up in my hood
And sell major rocks like its all good (pause)
I've been settin' this trap for months
Make it difficult we'll have to clap
For once,
Do what's in ya best interests dude
If ya make a wrong move homeboy ya throughRepeat Chorus
2nd Verse
Young G you know how these streets be
Homicides, back knives, arm robberies
Take it like a man
Son you chose this life
I did it cause I can
You was livin' trife
You think cause you was out here mini-ballin'
Than you could avoid the wrath of me
Boy quit ya stallin'
Give me all dem bricks
Give me all ya chips
We takin' all ya wips
And we'll be back if you get loose lips
Hurry up, oh ya boy's bein' lazy
He had to try me now his eyes is all glazed see
I love my pump
I'm quick to dump
Better keeps ya hands up
We some riders chump!!
Repeat Chorus
Vamp
Put ya hands up
We grindin'
No whinin'
We ridin'
Ya getting' stuck up
Stop cryin'
Or ya dyin'
No lyin'
Repeat Vamp 2x
Repeat Chorus
Slunk
Artist(s): The Nick Vincent Project
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Writer(s):
Mike Rosati (BMI) 50% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1970s, Classic Rock, Classic Soul R&B, Funk, Instrumental
Keywords:
Alley, Classic, Club, Drugs, Free, Funky, Ghetto, Groovy, Laid Back, Party, Street, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Percussion, Strings
BPM:
89
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Low Cruiser
Writer(s):
Fred Herrera (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1970s, Classic Rock, Funk, Instrumental, Latin
Keywords:
Alley, Barrio, Cadillac, Chilling, Chopped, Chrome, Classic, Cruising, Daytons, Driving, Drop Tops, Funky, Ghetto, Hispanic, Laid Back, Latin Contemporary, Mexican, Street, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Percussion, Strings
BPM:
121
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
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
Hard Time
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:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angels, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Bullet, City, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dance, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, Dying, East LA, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Hard Time, Jail, Killers, Mean, Mug Shot, Murder, NYC, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Prison, Radio, Scary, Shooting, South Central, Street, Streets, Struggle, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Violence, War
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
94
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Hard Time
Hard Time
Chorus
It's hard time we're doing
Yeah the clock is hardly moving
But I'll take this life of ruin
Instead of being back on the streets
I'm here with my brothers
Livin in a world like to other
Doing 25 'til the end
This is hard time
Hard time
1st Verse
I had to rob & kill
Showed meticulous skill
w/ terrorist occupations
I imposed my will
On the weak and the strong
Partied all night long
After slangin' crack
And cappin enemies in throngs
I enjoyed the street life
It gave me everything I needed
Money, cars, and broads
Understandings with the law
Death- when I decreed it
You was gone with zeal
Got caught wit' steel
Out of town kickin it
Behind the wheel for real
Officer smelled weed in the air
Traced the bullets back, two merks, I caught a pair
(pause)
of 25 year-to-life sentences
(pause)
shadows
(long pause)
Apply the pressure when they break
Give it up, it's all mine, it's too late
(pause)
It's my show I can handle the grind
Me and homies handle thangs
Doin' HARD TIME!
Repeat Chorus
Vamp
I'm still gone grind
I'm doing hard time
Hard time
What's yours is mine
This is hard time
Hard time
You better watch you do
You doing hard time
You're all mine
Me and my crew
It's our time
Doing hard timeapplied my street life
Now I'm entrenched in here!!
The price you have to pay - a life of crime
Got the homeys in here I'm doing hard time
These are the cards I've dealt and I ain't looking back
Cause in here they still fear me
I'm the king of the pack
Repeat Chorus
2nd Verse
(pulled)... It's still the street life
Everything's the same, the cell-block-is-the corner
People scheme for fame
(pause)
You might get stuck
Riots, nights erupt
Slip in the weight room
And get hockey-pucked
Try-to-pay-me-late
I Snatch they dinner plates
Wifey sends the monthly letter
Man, I take they cake
These punks know
I set-it-off fo' sho'
Me and the homes run da spot
Keep a steady flow
Of product circulatin'
I'm a gangsta bro
(pause)
Pay the guards, but I'm realizin' though
Get a chance they'll take-you-out-quick
There's always enemies lurkin' in da
Get It Done
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
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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, Angels, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Bullet, City, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dance, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, Dying, East LA, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Killers, Mean, Mug Shot, Murder, NYC, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Prison, Radio, Scary, Shooting, South Central, Street, Streets, Struggle, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Violence, War
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
91
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Get It Done
GET IT DONE
Pledge allegiance to the grimy, I love it, I get it done
Decide to take the hit out on you- no where to run
Once I get that blunt smoke deep up in my lungs Boy
I'm meditatin' on mutilatin' den grab my gunz
I'm feared on these streets, cold killa, quick trigga
I'm never hesitatin', forsaken, the deal sealer
Controllin' my terrain
Stay in da lanes
Put 2 to ya brain
Against da grain
Da realest G in that game
On sight
Son I'll light you up like a pimple
When u cornered creep up on ya
In da mornin'
Then I say goodnight
Catch you slippin' in my danger zone
It's major drama for ya mama
When I send you home
Her child is gone
Chorus
If I come for you, you won't hear a sound
I'll creep upon on you slow
Then I'll lay you down
If ya smart, tell ya homies I don't play around
I'm bad for ya health, Boy don't mess wit me
(I'm Gunnin'!!)
6-2 Chiseled Physique
Lost my daddy when I was 2
Ma couldn't handle me
At 11 O.G. homies had me hold da heat
And I found that I liked bustin'
It's my specialty
On the regular I was buckin' and them chumps was duckin'
I enjoyed puttin' fear in dey eyes and over nothin'
Cause I'm cold like that, I love my gat
I'm a legendary cap peela
Check my stats
Ladies screamin' "What's Happenin?"
When da villain gets to clappin'
Then it's chaos in the streets
Homicides for weeks
Daddy brings that drama
Playa you can wear your body armor
BAD KARMA is my name
You can't escape the pain
If I come for you, you won't hear a sound
I'll creep upon on you slow
Then I'll lay you down
If ya smart, tell ya homies I don't play around
I'm bad for ya health, Boy don't mess wit me
(Keep Runnin')
Hey duke ain't that somethin'
2 weeks ago you was bumpin' ya gums like you was dumpin'
Now half tha blood in ya body's on the street and clumpin'
Ya homies in da back of they 'Lac
They heads is slumpin'
Screamed like some ladies
When da pump was pumpin'
A mercenary 'till hell freeze
It's bad luck when I am on your tail
Your ship will sailed
I've never bailed
No witnesses were left to tell
Surgical with a.45 or.38
Or an AK shell a send u swiftly to your wake
If it's your fate
Caught in tha wrath of a psychopath
333 X 2 – Homey you do the math!
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