Tracks Similar To Move That Body
Big And Bad
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1980s, Entertainment News, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Boastful, Boom Box, Bouncy, City, Club, College, Drinking, Drugs, Energetic, Energy, Flirtatious, Fun, Funky, Gang, Girls, Good Time, Groove, Hot, Old School, Party, Playful, Positive, Retro, Sexy, Street, Swagger, Upbeat
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
120
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Big And Bad
BIG AND BAD
Chorus
Im big and bad
Im big and bad
The best thing you wish that you ever had
Repeat
Verse 1
Im rockin never jockin walkin down the block
With no laces in my shoes rollin with my crews
Pickin up those honeys cause they know im makin money
But they always talking something funny
Man I aint no dummy
I got the biggest baddest super raddest
Sounds of the street
And I can make the whole world
Nod their heads to this beat
Why ya think that im so super duper like superman
Cause im fresh to death in my b-boy stance
Chorus
Verse 2
Don't you try to test me cause you know
Ill knock you out
I got a four finger ringer
And you know I got clout
All you other wack mc's tryin to get to me
Take a number stand in line cause im tnt
All the players and the pimps step aside on the street
Cause im a bad old busta and I cant be beat
Now wave your hands in the air if youre feelin the drop
I am the king of the mic king of hip hop
All you breakers and DJ'S come and get with me
I am the best I am the baddest O.G. MC
And when you see me turn it out
That's when youll start to believe
That im the ruler of the block king of the streets
Rising Up
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Boom Box, Bravado, Celebration, Cocky, Confident, Crowd, Dance, Energy, Fun, Ghetto Blaster, Good Time, Party, Playful, Raucous, Street, Upbeat
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths, Vocal Sample
BPM:
113
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Rising Up
Rockin' the mic, is my duty
When I get loose wild and unruly
Hear my voice, got your fist pumping
I'm the top choice to get the place jumping
I got my boys, they got my back
Bringing that noise, better get off of the crack
Hear me on stage, radio and cassette
I don't get static, all I get is respect
That's automatic, and I'm cold getting dumb
Counting my bread, what I care about a crumb
Hear me in the streets on every car stereo
From the bottom to the top here we go
CHORUS:
"We rising up"
Get loose
"We rising up"
Get Busy
"We rising up"
Get loose
"We rising up"
Get Busy
Drop the needle, on the groove I get busy
Jumped on the scene and they asked who is he
I used to have no fame and no name
But now I swing heavy like a rope chain
Moving up to the next level
Kicking up dust, never let it settle
I can't lose, any way I gotta win
I'm the leader, you better start following
And I got the party people with their hands up
And all you sucker crews better clam up
If you think that's it, I got more
Moving up from the streets to the top floor
Christmas In The Hood
Artist(s): St. John
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45%
Category:
Holiday
Subcategories:
1980s, 1990s, Christmas, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Boom Box, Bouncy, Celebration, Cheer, Christmas, City, College, Elf, Elves, Energetic, Energy, Exciting, Family, Fun, Good Time, Groove, Groovy, Happy Holidays, Old School, Party, Playful, Positive, Presents, Presents Under The Tree, Radio, Retro, Santa Claus, Sleigh, Snow, Snowmen, Spirit, Street, Swagger, Teen, Upbeat, Urban, Winter
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Sleigh Bells, Synthesizer
BPM:
120
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Christmas In The Hood
I been around the globe
Like you thought I would
Now I'm back with the fam
Christmas in the Hood
I been all around the city
And it's understood
That we blessed and so fresh
Christmas in the Hood
So yo approach real close
And listen up real good
If you down with the sound
Christmas in the Hood
HO HO HO yo what did I see
It was a bunch of little dudes
Runnin' around in the street
They had pointy ears and funny hats
And bells on their feet
I was trippin' maybe flippin'
Oh snap! Its Christmas eve
As I approached now they done ghosted
Disappeared in the breeze
I put down what I'd been drinking
To myself I started thinking
Are those lights that I see blinking
Up there in the sky
And now walkin' down the block
Here go those 3 Wise Guys
Now Granny hookin' up those ham hocks green beans
Turkey stuffin' there's my cousin smells like evergreens
Those stockings hanging up they are my Aunt Irene's
And yo coolin' on the couch was this dude I'd never seen
He had a big white beard & a big jelly belly
Sippin' egg nog with my favorite Aunt Nelly
I said where you from man now you look real cold
He said you could find him kickin' it up at the North Pole
I said welcome back Cringle he said its all good
This is my new jam man CHRISTMAS IN THE HOOD
On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Some mistletoe and a kiss on the cheek
Mistletoe Mistletoe HO
Mistletoe Mistletoe HO
Shoot That Hoop
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1980s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arena, Barrio, Basketball, Boastful, Boom Box, Bouncy, Cheerleader, City, Club, College, Competition, Courtside, Drive, Energetic, Energy, Fans, Fun, Game, Girls, Good Time, Groove, Hoops, Hot, Party, Pass, Playful, Playoffs, Positive, Radio, Retro, Rivalry, Shot, Slam Dunk, Sports, Stadium, Street, Swagger, Team, Upbeat, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
116
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Shoot That Hoop
SHOOT THAT HOOP
Chorus
Come on baby shoot that hoop
Come on come on you know how to do it now
Verse 1
Pass the rock im the one on the block
With the smooth jump shot
Make the females hot
Cool breeze and 360's make the crowd scream 'ahhh'
On the blacktop im the sure shot with the flat top
Makin these fools knees pop
Im the street MC the underground king
Had the fresh moves at the age of 13
What ya wanna know about the way I swing
Hook shot while they beat box takin over ya block
Aint nothing better in the hot hot weather
Runnin all day mek ya mind feel better
Make that shot then make that cheddar
Fools come at me talk that smack
Money where the mouth that's where its at
Chorus
Verse 2
I shoot the hoop drop & swoop mix & match
Make em feel the truth drop & roll
Cause im in control pop that flip that finger roll
You know who I do this for love them ladies
Make me crazy make me wanna get up in the morning and dunk
Roll around hot with the rock in the trunk
Drive the lane and ill block that junk
Rip them moves like wilt the stilt
Got a game that I play like dr. J
Ima make you shook if you get in my way
Ima drain that shot like smooth hip hop
I can play all day rock all night
The man on the mic cause my game is tight
Keep it comin nice like you knew I might
Chorus
Verse 3
Come on and lets do it do it
Youre gonna break through it through it
Pass pass block that block that shot shot
We get we get hot hot
Wicked on the block like an astronaut
Pick and roll out of control alley oop
Then we give and go
Shoot that shoot that hoop I mean
Everybody love it when I drain that 3
Keep This Party Rockin'
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:
Club, Dance, EDM, Hip Hop, House, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop
Keywords:
After Party, Celebration, Club, Cocky, Crowd, DJ, Dance Floor, Debauchery, Energy, Fun, Good Time, Late Night, Lively, Loose, Miami, Party, Playful, Promo, Rowdy, Shots, Swagger, Upbeat, Vacation, Wild, Youth
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Horns, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
127
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Keep This Party Rockin'
It's a party right here
This is where the party's at
That's right!
CHORUS
We gonna keep this party rockin' (repeat)
VERSE 1
It's your number one mesmerizing hypnotizing trill MC
Get down from the car get into the bar
Got a squad like the Heat from Miami
Put ya money away Mami I got you
I got you pero like girl all night I rock you
Champagne no pain fast lane
2 chains first names plantains what we do
International
with the fashion yo
And the passion though
We be smashin' dough
Throwin' cash in the air
Do we look like we care all you pato sucias are loca
Got a hot tub back of my troca
Got that patron café mocha
On fleek we freak and smoka
Cubano hot like soca
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Everybody come look how beautiful
The ladies look chillin' down by the pool
Now we got rum got dumb act a fool
How ya felt when ya first got out of school
Everything looks bright
Everything's so right
Everything so hot in the spotlight
All the love in the club
And you tug on my jeans I'm a fiend
For the party when it's started tonight
That champagne fall like rain
I pass the bottle to a model man this spot's insane
No consequences lose your senses
People jump out your lane
From spot to spot we rock
Don't stop pop pop
Baby, dale, keep the change
Keep those hands up high maintain
CHORUS
BREAKDOWN
Drop it on the floor baby
HEY ! HEY ! HEY!
(repeat)
Everybody in the place
Party people don't stop
Keep this party flowin' til the bass drop drop drop
CHORUS
Wild And Freaky
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1980s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Action, Beat Street, Boom Box, Breakin', Celebration, Club, Dance, Energetic, Fun, Ghetto Blaster, Old School, Party, Radio, Sexual, Sexy, Street, Strip Club, Thug, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Keyboard, Synthesizer
BPM:
117
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Wild And Freaky
WILD AND FREAKY
CHORUS
Its wild and freaky such a crazy time
Its wild and freaky the girls are so fine
Its crazy they all wanna be me
Just come on down they getting wild and freaky
VERSE 1
I WAS CHILLIN ONE DAY IN THE HOT SUMMER SUN
Lookin good just maxin on my street havin' fun
I seen this girl named daisy walkin down the block
Man she switchin lookin fine and I love the way she walk
so I said hey baby come lets kick it girl lets talk
she said what ya want ya just lookin at my butt
I aint gonna lie I like the way you strut
Come inside lets see whats what
Ill play some jams have you in the cut
Pour some drinks call ur freaks
Ill call my boys and well bring the heat
CHORUS
VERSE 2
I had the party jumpin as the sun start to set
Now my boys got the tables and the dj is fresh
Next thing you know we got the whole darn set
Everybody just chillin and we aint got to jet
Party jumpin heart thumpin people bumpin start to sweat
Now the beat becomes hypnotic and the girls are so erotic
Babe you mine you my narcotic im the super dopest
Chillest wildest mc in the spot
CHORUS
VERSE 3
She said ok man I couldn't believe
Man my rhymes so smooth I got the player steez
I don't brag just boast just straight cool breeze
I got ten fine ladies tuggin at my sleeve
Now just sit right back chill relax
You know we came to rock jump up
now touch your toes shake that thing
While I bust these flows
Crazy lazy freaky deaky so amazing
Out the speakers side to side
With the bump and grind
She so fine she bust my mind
Wild'n Crazy
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1980s, 1990s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, New Jack Swing, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Attitude, Boisterous, Boom Box, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Crazy, Dance, East Coast, Energetic, Fun, Ghetto Blaster, Good Times, Groovy, House Party, Old School, Party, Playful, Rowdy, Sassy, Sexual, Street, Swagger, Throwback, Wild
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Keyboard
BPM:
107
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Wild'n Crazy
It's about to get crazy, hold on baby
No glitz no glam, it's all about the grits and
Gravy, kicking mad flavor
Caught up in the madness nothing can save ya
Swinging from the chandelier
The place is jumping no standing here
Don't hold it back, just let it go
I'm clockin fly girls, I wanna let you know
I get nasty, not trashy
If you're curious, girl, just ask me
What's the difference, lemme tell you
I promise I won't bite, unless you want me to
Now you know I'm a freak, but a gentleman
When I want a taste of the cinnamon
So tell your friends, to bring they friends and they friends
gGet hype for the night here we go again
CHORUS:
It's time to get wild and crazy
There won't be no if's or maybe's
This goes out to the fly ladies
Who want to be my baby
Ready or not the spot is packed
When the party is hot, that's where the action's at
Skinny dippin, all your clothes are gone
There ain't nothing wrong, if all you got is a thong
If that's wrong, I don't wanna be right
If you got tight hips then you're just my type
Girls they be dancing on tables
With bamboo earrings bigger than bagels
Bouncing moving all around
East to west side, down to uptown
Get wild ain't no turning back
Word up, the party is wherever you at
Do You Like That
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1990s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, New Jack Swing, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Attitude, Boisterous, Boom Box, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Dance, East Coast, Energetic, Fun, Ghetto Blaster, Good Times, Groovy, House Party, Old School, Party, Playful, Rowdy, Sassy, Sexual, Street, Swagger, Throwback
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Keyboard
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
108
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Do You Like That
Lights, camera, action it's on
Party 'til the break of dawn, word is bond
Spot is getting hot, and the crowd is getting live
But my crew stay cool, while we let the beat ride
Bounce up and down, left to right
Grab a cutey with a booty and the hips are tight
Like dynamite, she got the boom and pow
I don't need to say nothing they like my style
Yeah baby, are you down with the program
Whine your body, but this ain't a slow jam
Gere's your chance, take it, don't fake it
Just shake it, like you're butt naked
I like the girls, that get freaky with it,
if she's a superfreak, you might see me with it
throwing down, light up the party
I never rock with anything less than a hottie
CHORUS:
Do you like that, tell me do you like that
Check the profile, watch'em go wild
If you didn't know, then you know now
It's the golden child, I got the flavor
I got the rhythm, that y'all are slave to
I got the paper, I got the moves
Always smooth, I can never lose
The lady's choice, the way I'm swinging it
You couldn't handle it, the way I'm bringin' it
Straight to the top, never gonna flop
Looking for sugar and spice, stir up the pot
I'm chilling with the hotties, mixing and mingling
I wanna see you pump it til your earrings start jinglin'
She got hips, that she whips real fast
She got a bumper that'll give you whiplash
I get busy, and I get that cash
We can get busy if you shake that
CHORUS
She got hips, that she whips real fast
She got a bumper that'll give you whiplash
I get busy, and I get that cash
We can get busy if you shake that shake that
She got hips, that she whips real fast
She got a bumper that'll give you whiplash
I get busy, and I get that cash
We can get busy if you shake that
Let's Party
Artist(s): St. John (feat. L. Young)
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Writer(s):
Alfredo Rubalcava (ASCAP) 30% / Bob Mair (BMI) 30% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 30% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 30% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 30% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 30% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Pop
Subcategories:
Dance, Entertainment News, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Club, Dance Floor, Debauchery, Diwali, Energetic, Energy, Exuberant, Fun, Good Time, Groove, Late Night, Limo, Lively, Party, Rhythm, Rollicking, Rowdy, Shots, Upbeat, Wild
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
BPM:
110
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Let's Party
Let's Party
Chorus
Woah -- Let's Party
Woah -- Let's Party
Verse 1
We clean and fresh
First on fleek
Clean that whip
No money don't speak
I wanna rock tonight
& find my little freak
We dip down slow
That motion in the street
Let's call that number one
And get down with the fun
Roll & rock & drop
Activation
All night long
Is the situation
Pass that pass that
Had to run
Cmon cmon lets jump up
Jump up
Turn up the bass &
Pump up pump up
We gotta lotta rhythm
Not a whole lotta time
Bounce to the music
Head nod to the rhyme
Rock non-stop
Til we see sun shine
Never pay the cover
Never stand in line
Let's do another shot
Let's lose our mind
See you whilin out
On snapchat & vine
Verse 2
Locomotion
Tides the ocean
Feel the earth spin
Revolution
Keys open locks
Feel it comin down the block
Phazer lazer
Planet rock
Pop pop them
Drop them
Out of the sky
Knock knock them
Til we feel the
Wiggle go by
Let me get a taste
A little piece of the pie
Fashion & passion
We can all get high
Time for the P-A-R-T-Y
Keep the party live
It don't ever die
Now is not the time
Don't ask why
Moet & Krug
I like champagne dry
We turnt up
Even on a Monday
Middle of the day
On a Sunday
When I hear the record play
& all the people say
Now every single day
Is my day
Verse 3
Walk up in the club
& I do a rub a dub
& you know I got the love
& I feel it from above
Party packed people
Feel the impact
Rockin like future
In a snap back
Party all the time
I'm in the blue zone
Lovin life sippin
Get my booze on
Never see me trippin
& you never catch me slippin
Got me dippin & I'm flippin
& my crews ON!
You're So Stupid
Artist(s): St. John
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1980s, 2000s, Comedy, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Alley, Bad Kids, Barrio, Boom Box, Bouncy, Bragger, Breaking Rules, City, Club, College, Comedy, Fun, Funny, Getting In Trouble, Girls, Good Time, Grade School, High School, L.A., Naughty, New York, Night Club, Odd, Offbeat, Old School, Party, Playful, Playing Tricks, Prankster, Quirky, Silly, South, Street, Teen, Tongue in Cheek, Trickster, Trouble Makers
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
120
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
You're So Stupid
You're So Stupid
Chorus
You're so stupid
Really dumb
You're so stupid
Don't know how come
Verse 1
I met this little girly round the way yesterday
She said youre stupid i just met you
You dont even know my name
No doubt im not the science type
But even when im wrong im right
This birdy looked at me like i was drunk on medication
Like im sittin in the baby pool in the front yard for vacation
Girl i kick that special ish
You got that scratch and i got the itch
Chorus
Verse 2
I think my new name is delish
Gimme 9 trys and ill make a swish
So even though you think im dumb
I walked down the street while im chewin gum
I used to be hard but i lost my gun
Now i pop lock when i battle its fun
Lost the whip so i have to run
Got no degrees no mercedes
Sneak some champagne on the bus
Little old ladies lookin envious
Gimme 50 cents you could party with us
I dont mean to
Chorus
Rock The Block
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1980s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Boastful, Boom Box, Bouncy, City, College, Drinking, Drive By, Drugs, Energy, Flirtatious, Fun, Gang, Girls, Good Time, Groove, Hot, Night Club, Old School, Party, Playful, Positive, Radio, Retro, Sexy, Street, Strip Club, Swagger, Upbeat
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
95
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Rock The Block
ROCK THE BLOCK
CHORUS
Rock the block - get the party on
Rock the block - 'til we get it done
Rock the block - girl shake that hump
Feel that thing goin' bump bump bump
Rock the block - get the party on
Rock the block - 'til we get it done
Rock the block - girl shake that hump
Feel that thing goin' bump bump bump
verse 1
bass starts shakin that 808
all the people in the place
with a smile on they face
got speakers and tweeters makin you vibrate
can you feel it in ya feet all the way to ya face
I just love rockin partys lookin out at the hotties
In the black spandex or them ripped up jeans
Im the ruler of the mic king of the scene
I can make the whole block rock like a fiend
I can make it so nice seem like a dream
CHORUS
Verse 2
Pour my drink on ice and ill make you scream
Fellas in the place just grab that lady
It don't really matter if you rollin Mercedes
Rock that body make the girlies go crazy
Don't stand on the wall lookin stupid and lazy
Take a chance do the dance as im rockin the block
Aint no other like me rockin this hip hop
Im the best MC in the place to be
CHORUS
Verse 3
Certified by makin this party swing
Im the best in the west best in the east
I can make the old ladies get up from their seats
Make the leaves start shakin up in the trees
Ladies be lovin make em weak in the knees
Paris Tokyo London belize
I rock around the world like you wouldn't believe
Party Time
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1980s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Action, Beat Street, Boom Box, Breakin', Celebration, Club, Dance, Energetic, Fun, Ghetto Blaster, Old School, Party, Radio, Sexual, Sexy, Street, Strip Club, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Keyboard, Synthesizer
BPM:
131
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Party Time
PARTY TIME
CHORUS
Everybody out on the left get your hands up in the air
Everybody out on the right wave it like you just don't care
Now we aint never gonna stop keep it goin all night
Yeah this is how we do it yeah its party time
VERSE
Wave your hands up in the sky left to right side to side
Im the mc with that rhythm right girls are fresh the beat is tight
What ya gonna do its Friday night
Gonna rock to the rhythm like dolemite
That sexy mamas out of sight lean and mean
So darn fine
Like to know you if you got the time
That beat shakin all in your spine
Time to party if you girls don't mind way you move is just so divine
Aint no party like a west coast party cause a west coast party don't quit
Don't forget that east coast party cause an east coast party don't stop
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Now the beat keeps rockin champagne poppin breakers lockin
The girls are jockin feet are stompin here to Compton
The heart is pumpin party jumpin bass is thumpin
Now aint that something keep on bumpin all night long
Party stay dope when I rock this song
Aint nothing wrong with a little bit of junk inside the trunk
When you feel the beat man gotta eat so im runnin these streets
Hustling to the hip hop im the tip top the best
I came here to express rock the mic I am so fresh
CHORUS
VERSE
NOW BBOYS AND BGIRLS its party time
All the breakers and rockers its party time
Keep it going all night cuz its party time
You know it feels so right
Party people in the place party people
Just feel that bass come on come on
Its all night long now party people lets rock this like
Always be the dopest flyest pimp so don't you test
Now ladies you know I am so fresh
The fellas say oh yeah
The ladies say oh yeah
We be the super magalistic freaks we rock it all night long
CHORUS
Beat Of The Street
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1980s, Entertainment News, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Action, Beat Street, Boom Box, Breakin', Celebration, Club, Dance, Energetic, Fun, Ghetto Blaster, Old School, Party, Radio, Sexual, Sexy, Street, Strip Club, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Keyboard, Synthesizer
BPM:
132
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Beat Of The Street
BEAT OF THE STREET
CHORUS
It's the beat of the street
We gonna keep on movin yeah we aint gonna stop the groovin
It's the beat of the street
We gonna keep on poppin there aint no stopping us
VERSE 1
Up lock around the block
Non stop movin cuz my crew don't stop
Bring it all night ima bout to pop
Crazy on the dance floor they want more
Yo homeboy what ya lookin at
Tease your girl like a kitty cat
Ya know she gonna wanna gimme that
My styles so fresh and my laces fat
If ya wanna battle then I got the map
Six step the top rock centipede when im in the spot
Rock steady comin heavy
Papi you aint really ready
Me and the crew got the old school chevy's
Back front side to side
I even pop lock in the ride
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Don't come up in my hood now I thought you understood
Now freeze lock breakers get in your spot
Windmills butterfly kicks fakers punks gonna make you quit
When I throw that turtle all in the mix
Suicide like karate flicks
Swipe flare shuffle step
We number one cuz you know the rep
Two turntables and you start to sweat
Never gonna be that crazy set
Head lock while we down lock
We in control when we in the spot
Dj keep that beat on top
Hope this beat don't stop
Chorus
VERSE 3
YO Bboys and bgirls
Now pop lock all around the world
We keep it street we rock the beat
We got the style and the moves are sweet
Octopus to the king tut
What ya know about the robot what
Smooth it out struttin poppin
Boogaloo and we boogy down
Backslide to the moon walk
How we move how we talk
You might get an electric shock
Robot all up and down my spot
CHORUS
Stompin' Thru
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1990s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Underground Rap
Keywords:
Attitude, Boisterous, Bold, Boom Box, Braggadocious, Bravado, Cocky, Confident, Cool, East Coast, Edgy, Energetic, Golden Age, Good Times, Groovy, Old School, Party, Playful, Raw, Retro, Rowdy, Sexual, Street, Swagger, Throwback
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Horns, Piano, Scratches
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
95
Key:
N/A
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Stompin' Thru
VERSE 1
Fee fie foe fum, stomping through the slums
Here I come, here I come, grabbing up your crumbs
Diggin' in your pockets, bread in your baskets
I gotta have it, getting mines is a habit
Running up in your space, spitting in your face like mace
I got the flavour, they want a taste
I don't give a what what what
Try to step up and get buck buck buck
Press your luck, run up try to take what I got
I got burners that stay hot
I guarantee, I got what you need
Ain't nothing free, I got mouths to feed
That's me, myself and I, the trinity
Raw and uncut, that's how I really be
Straight up and down, what you see is what you get
You can bet that's a promise and a threat
CHORUS
We stompin' through, coming for you
And you, and you, and you, and you
(4X)
BRIDGE
(Indeterminable Lyrics)
VERSE 2
Chop up and roll up the cabbage, puff it and
Pass it, under pressure, blow a gasket
Steaming, while I'm schemin' the next plot
Locking down the whole block make it burning hot
Rush the spot, the whole squad hungry
We going out for the stash, run the jewels and money
Ain't nothing funny, my fingerprint's grungy
And crazy, might even bungee jump with a bungee
And still bounce back, give you a smack
Reload and clack, clack, clack, lay you flat
Straight up and down, what you see is what you get
You can bet that's a promise and a threat
CHORUS
Let Go
Artist(s): CaiNo
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Writer(s):
Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 50% / Scott Horton (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Entertainment News, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, Rap
Keywords:
Bright, Carefree, Carpe Diem, Club, College, Dance, Drinking, Flirty, Frat, Freedom, Fun, Girls, Good Time, Hanging Out, Happy, High School, House Party, Joy, Laid Back, Late Night, Loose, Moment, Party, Playful, Positive, Sexy, Spring Break, Summer, Young, Youth, Youthful
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Hand Claps, Piano, Scratches, Synth
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
105
Key:
B♭
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Let Go
Let go
Let your hair down baby let's roll
Bring all the friends that you can fit up in the Rolls
And we can do this all day, we can do this all night
If you thinkin that you diggin let me know
Let your mind relax and unwind
I been flirtin wit ya girl for sometime
And if we just let the song play
It cannot be the wrong way
Follow me so we can let go
Tell if your down to make a change in your life
I got the perfect remedy for all of your strife
You been workin so hard but your life is hardly workin
And the lines are getting blurred and that's all that you know for certain
But with just a little dose of the perfect blend of a drink
And the music that we're grooving to got you startin to think
That maybe you could put away your fears for the moment
And just hold my hand while we dance
Let's just float away
CHORUS
I see you like the words that I'm sayin
The DJ keeps spinnin it back let it replay
Dude I do this with my crew like every single day
So the party's never over till the music goes away
We got the drinks flowin, bottles on deck
Getting horny the way shorty is kissin up on my neck
Told her that we're leavin shortly but surely she's gotta pour me
Another glass of the vodka got my vision obscuring
With me it's never boring baby party all the time
From the night until the morning baby I'ma make you mine
To the sky is where we're soaring baby ain't no wait in line
Let go of all of your inhibitions leave it all behind
As we approach the intermission baby let me ease the tension
Anything you want you can have it
Oh did I mention I'm the best
The way I'm flowin got all of my money growin
So let's take another shot and embrace the moment
CHORUS
She Said
Artist(s): Haji (feat. Ida fLO)
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Writer(s):
Dharmesh Parmar (ASCAP) 50% / Florence Ida Dabokemp (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Club, Dance, EDM, Entertainment News, Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Pop, Rap, Reality TV
Keywords:
Attitude, Bottle Service, Clever, Club, Confident, DJ, Dance Floor, Drop, Exercise, Explicit Lyrics, Fiery, Fun, Going Out, Gossip, Late Night, Party, Rousing, Sexy, Street, Swagger, Trash Talk, Wild
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
124
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
She Said
She Said (Clean)
She said I wasn't pretty
She said I wasn't it
Too tall for any man and
Too thin to turn a head
Funny how I'm on her mind
And I don't think we've ever met
I'm tired of b****s talking
Talking like they're worth a cent
She said I have no future
Like she's a prophet
She said she so much better
Can you really get better than this?
Now I'm losing minutes of my life
Giving into this bulls***
I'm done with your she said, she said
Notice your names not included
Go ahead and try to talk
It's pointless to me
But go ahead and try to talk
Your relevance fades
Go ahead and try to talk
It's needless to say
Go ahead and try to talk
It's just she said, she said
Your mouth must be dryer
Than the Patagonian
Have a drink if you can at the bar
Oh that's right you've no money to spend
I'd invite you over to mine
But you heard what you said about me
I'm too this, too that for you
Not your kind of company
Not your kind of company
You talk...
Not your kind of company
You talk...
Not your kind of company
You talk...
You talk too much for me
Listen to that giggle giggle
That he he ha ha ness
That's just me running circles around
Your idea of happiness
See everything you say about me
Is your only outlet
To making your excuse of a life
Just a little more worth it
I don't mean to be a bit harsh
Actually I do a bit
How does all that bitterness taste
Found a batch of your personal s***
Why don't you take one night alone
To find what makes you tick
Then come back one day
And be a real woman about it
Go ahead and try to talk
It's pointless to me
But go ahead and try to talk
Your relevance fades
Go ahead and try to talk
It's needless to say
Go ahead and try to talk I
t's just she said, she said
You run with your tongue
It's like you've got more than one
I think I've identified you as endangered
I could try to save you
From the mess that you've made
But I can't promise you
From extinction
You run with your tongue
Too Hot
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Arrogant, Attitude, Boisterous, Boom Box, Break Dancing, Cocky, Confident, Freewheeling, Fun, Good Time, Goofy, House Party, Lively, Rowdy, Slick, Street, Swagger
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar
BPM:
116
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Too Hot
Bust it, this mine for the takin'
All killer no filler, who's fakin'
Not around me, or my crew
You know the outcome, I'm sicker than the flu
Just chill, gimme the stage I'll crush it
Got all the groupies, they wanna bum rush it
Wanna catch me I'm going too fast,
Peel around corners stereo full blast
Bumping, run things like a track meet
Know where I'm rollin' from the woofers in my back seat
Females, only the flyest
Wanna turn golden they callin' me Midas
Ooooooh, cuz I got that touch
Fast lane chicks like to pop that clutch
Girls sweatin' me for the style I'm displayin'
Kickin' that game, but you know I ain't playin'
CHORUS:
Too hot, too hot
Too hot, too hot
I am
Too hot, too hot
Too hot, too hot to touch
Shining, so I don't need a spotlight
Girls sweating, cause I'm rocking it all night
Cruising, ride slow let them see this
At a red light, checking my beepers
The fiends want a hit, from the mack
Cause the rhymes I spit is like crack
Jocking my style, cause I roll so heavy
Try to leave t he club but the strippers won't let me
Ready, or not, you better make room
Suckers get brushed to the side like a broom
Dusted, trying to front, trying to punk me
They just mad cuz their whole style crusty
Trust me, cuz I'm fresh to the max
Rubbing on girls like a dj rubbing on wax
You know what I'm saying
Kickin' that game, but you know I ain't playin'
Got It Like That
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1990s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Attitude, Boisterous, Boom Box, Cocky, Confident, Cool, East Coast, Energetic, Fun, Golden Age, Good Times, Groovy, Old School, Party, Playful, Rowdy, Sexual, Street, Swagger
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Keyboards, Scratches
BPM:
96
Key:
C♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Got It Like That
Intro
Ayo, yah we got it like that
Ayo, yah the Pockets stay fat
Ayo, (DJ Scratch "Here We Go!)
Verse 1
A party ain't a party if the girls ain't acting naughty
Pick a hotty, grab a drink I'm going in like kamikaze
Say wassup to my posse, they kickin' it like karate
blowing up the spot while we chillin' is just a hobby
Herbs try to copy, as they watch me and jock me
Acting all cocky, but their style's kinda sloppy
Stop me, they can't do it, I get into it
They shoulda' knew it, they blew it, stop actin stupid
Chorus
Ayo, yah we got it like that
Ayo, yah the Pockets stay fat
Ayo, shorty, won't you bring that back
Turn around one time, shake that feminine fat
Verse 2
Fly honeys never showed love, til they saw a brother blow up
Jealous cats talkin' foul better slow up
Put the dough up, not for nothing, I got them jumping
I'm poppin' bra straps you ain't popping nothing
Just bluffin', huffin' and puffin', ain't saying a word
Come around poppin that you get kicked to the curb
Forget what you heard, or get tapped on the chin
So just chill, pass the herb, say word and take it in
Chorus
Ayo, yah we got it like that
Ayo, yah the Pockets stay fat
Ayo, shorty, won't you bring that back
Turn around one time, shake that feminine fat
(DJ Scratch "Here We Go!")
Go For Yours
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1980s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
B-boying, Boastful, Boisterous, Boom Box, Bravado, Break Dancing, Celebratory, Club, Confident, Dance Floor, Energy, Fun, Ghetto Blaster, Group, Party, Playful, Rowdy, Swagger
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar
BPM:
113
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Go For Yours
GO FOR YOURS
VERSE 1
I'm one of a kind when I open doors
I'ma go for mine, and you can go for yours
Keep your head up, it's ours to get
If it's easy, it ain't worth the sweat
If you ain't sweating you're holding the wall
We tear the roof off the mother so let it fall
Baby doll don't hold back, you got the key
Lemme see what you got, let's start the party
CHORUS
If you got what it takes, make no mistake
Go for yours, go for yours
If you know you ain't wack, don't hold back
Go for yours, go for yours
If you know you the man, when you step in the jam
Go for yours, go for yours
If you wanna be with all the fly ladies
Go for yours, go for yours
VERSE 2
Reach for the top with whatever you got
Keep on to the break of dawn and don't stop
The place is popping, we body rockin'
Even got the flat foot fellas hoppin'
Bump with the bass, boogie down to the beat
We break it on down, so get on your feet
Don't stop, we ain't finished yet
Get up and go get it there's no regrets
OUTRO
Boogie to the bump and the bump to bass
Turn it up loud when we rock the place
Boogie to the bump and the bump to bass
Turn it up loud when we rock the place
We Gonna Jump
Writer(s):
Edward M. Smith (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1980s, 1990s, Instrumental, New Jack Swing, Pop
Keywords:
Bouncy, Dance, Energy, Fun, Good Time, Jump, Light, Party, Positive, Upbeat
Instruments:
Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
120
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
I Got To Have That
Artist(s): Crystal Web
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Writer(s):
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Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Pop
Subcategories:
Dance, Electro, Electronica Dance Club House Trance, Entertainment News, Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, J-Pop, Japanese Language, Pop, Rap, Techno
Keywords:
Aggressive, Attitude, Bar, Bed Mix, Beverly Hills, Bling, Booty, California, Celebrity, City, Club, Club, College, Commercial, Confidence, Confident, Consumerism, Dance, Desire, Downtown, Ecstasy, Ecstatic, Energetic, Energy, Exercise, Exuberant, Fame, Fashion, Flirtatious, Frat, Fun, Greed, Groove, High School, Hollywood, Hot, Japan, Japanese, Mature, Miami, NY, NYC, Nasty, Need, New York, Night Club, Paparazzi, Party, Party, Pole Dancing, Positive, Powerful, Promo, Radio, Reality Shows, Reality TV, Red Carpet, Runway, Sexting, Sexual, Sexy, Shopping, Spotlight, Star, Status, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Style, Stylish, Teen, Texting, Tokyo, Upbeat, Wealthy, Young
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
124
Language:
Japanese
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
I Got To Have That
I GOT TO HAVE THAT
Chorus:
I got to have that – I got to have that
I got to have that – I got to have that
Get me Gucci get me Prada
I like Dolce and Gabanna
It's exotic so erotic (My exotic is erotic)
I get everything I wanna
The rich come to play
On the Champs-Élysées
Fly Paris to LA
In Versace Shades
Chorus:
I got to have that – I got to have that
I got to have that – I got to have that
Got a nasty little itch
Boy your filthy stinkin' rich
Ridin' shotgun in your plane
Getting' loose on fine champagne
I'm a super sonic rider
I want you to take me higher
I'm Nirvana, million dollar in your wallet yea
Give it to me – I love that bling bling bling bling
Give it to me – yea I want it
CHORUS
She Drives Me Crazy
Artist(s): Derek Butler
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Club, Dance, Electro, Entertainment News, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop
Keywords:
Attitude, Bar, Beverly Hills, Booty, Celebratory, City, Club, College, Commercial, Confidence, Confident, Dance, Downtown, Ecstasy, Ecstatic, Energetic, Energy, Exercise, Exuberant, Fashion, Flirtatious, Frat, Fun, High School, Hollywood, LA, Los Angeles, Mature, Miami, Model, Modeling, NYC, Nasty, New York, Night Club, Party, Pole Dancing, Powerful, Promo, Radio, Runway, Sexting, Sexual, Sexy, Shopping, Street, Strip Club, Style, Teen, Texting, Upbeat, Wealthy, Work Out, Young
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Percussion, Synthesizer
BPM:
130
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
She Drives Me Crazy
SHE DRIVES ME CRAZY
CHORUS 1
She the one who keeps me wantin' more
She make me lose control
I'm addicted yeah I need it
She drives me crazy
She the one who keeps me comin' back
Got that candy on the floor
I'm addicted yeah I need her
She drives me crazy
VERSE 1
Oooh yeah she like the wild and freaky
She got it goin' on, the girl can please me
I wanna ride her in my Maserati
Oooh so sexy when she move that body, move that body
CHORUS
VERSE 2
So smooth she like a warm Courvoisier
Drink her up she go down the right way
The club is bumpin', she for sure a hottie
Oooh so sexy when she move that body, move that body
CHORUS
BRIDGE
She drive me, ah
She drive me crazy
She drive me crazy
Ah ah yeah yeah
CHORUS
Gonna Fly Tonight
Artist(s): Derek Butler (feat. St. John)
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Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Club, Dance, Electro, Entertainment News, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop
Keywords:
Anthemic, Attitude, Bar, Beverly Hills, Booty, Celebratory, City, Club, College, Commercial, Confidence, Confident, Downtown, Ecstasy, Ecstatic, Energetic, Energy, Exercise, Exuberant, Fashion, Flirtatious, Frat, Fun, High School, Hollywood, Inspiration, LA, Los Angeles, Mature, Miami, Model, Modeling, NYC, Nasty, New York, Night Club, Nightlife, Party, Pole Dancing, Powerful, Privileged, Promo, Radio, Rich, Runway, Sexting, Sexual, Sexy, Shopping, Street, Strip Club, Style, Success, Teen, Texting, Top 40, Upbeat, Uplifting, Wealthy, Win, Winning, Work Out, Young
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Percussion, Synthesizer
BPM:
125
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Gonna Fly Tonight
GONNA FLY TONIGHT
Chorus
We gonna fly tonight
Gonna take it high tonight
You know we feel allright
Nothings gonna bring us down
Verse 1
So hot so fresh so free
Finally be who we be
Sky up high to the galaxy
I see you you see me
Bounce baby bounce baby
Like to the ounce baby
Big up the spot to the maximum
Pump up the bass
In ya face & the drums
People on the planet
wanna come and get some
African to the Mexican
From who we am out to japan
I know ya understand
That we gotta demand
All the pieces of the puzzle
Fit into a big plan
Gonna fly up high
And we never land
Chorus
Verse 2
We rock this pretty party
She got a pretty body
This place be packed with the hotties
Make me wanna go and do something naughty
We shake never shook we cool
Sippin on yak in the back of the pool
Feelin kinda nice actin like a fool
We act brand new but we roll old school
I need hot beats off the streets
Time to make ya dance
Time to move ya feet
Passion smashin movin mixin
Freezing flippin freakin fixin
I cant stop cuz im on a mission
Stayin on top baby what im wishin
Up in the sky lets keep it high
Chorus
Bridge
This could be the start of something good
(repeat)
we stop we drop we roll
we wanna get outta control
we stop we drop we roll
we takin it outta control
we lifted we sky up
we get so get so high up
flip to the top of the galaxy
to the top of the galaxy
chorus
She Know How
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:
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
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