Tracks Similar To When You Walk Like That
Free
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, Classic Soul R&B, Entertainment News, Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Bar, Barrio, City, Cop Show, Dance, Energetic, Fun, Funky, Ghetto, Night Club, Party, Positive, Radio, Upbeat, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
95
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Free
FREE
VERSE 1
Free like Mississippi free like shorty when she miss me
Free like bent over the wheel of a range rover
My mama said my main mission is to be relaxed
Liberate your mind on the railroad tracks
Remember when the music had a deep impact
Laid back instrumental incidental to stimulate
The mental ima swing back and forth on the street be free
Float down the river come on come on
CHORUS
Free funk beautiful people aint no equal fly like a falcon
In the sky we feel free freestylin
New York city wilin
Fell free (repeat) doin your best takin the test
VERSE 2
Can it be a liberation of the soul we need
I know those politrickin' don't give a finger lickin
Damn about the common man and woman tryin to make it happen
In this land wheres the voice of reason in the mob season
I think pleasin politicians gonna make us slaves
They keep getting money don't care how they behave
People of the planet just smile stay brave
CHORUS
VERSE 3
Outlandish I make a stand like im the man they all depended upon
Put my pen upon the parchment and star ship I travel galaxies
Killin fallacies about realities probably a principality
A sovereignty is what we need im on flame like your weave
A grown protozoas take over speed systems of a junkie
Too many punks be actin like monkeys
But theres a new star risin in the sky tonight
F is for the fact were in full effect
R is for the roots don't disrespect
E is for exactly what we be
E is for equality that's how we see
Im a student of underground history
We gotta fly free for a new galaxy
CHORUS
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
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
No Place Like L.A.
Artist(s): Derek's Ashes
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Calamari Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1990s, Entertainment News Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Punk, Punk Rock, Ska, Third Wave Ska
Keywords:
Bar, Bouncy, Club, College, Commercial, Driving, Energetic, Frat House, Fun, Funny, Good Time, Humorous, Ironic, LA, Los Angeles, Party, Playful, Promo, Quirky, Revival, Rowdy, Tongue in Cheek, Traffic, Upbeat
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Saxophone
BPM:
84
Key:
A
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
No Place Like L.A.
No Place Like L.A.
It's another sunny day and the world looks bright
Sleeping way past noon makes me feel alright
Crank the tunes in my car cruising down the street
Watching girls walking by like they're all in a movie
I'm always smiling yeah it's good to be alive
Even when I'm barely crawling on the 405
It's the middle of winter and it's 85
And my friend said he'd buy me lunch on Rodeo Drive
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I love this town
Where life is like TV
Yeah, yeah, yeah, people all around
Say there's no place they'd rather be
Yea there's no place, no place like LA
No place, no place like LA
I dig the people on the Sunset Strip
Making deals, getting noticed, yeah they look so hip
Got their Gucci, Prada, Dolce and their Bulgari
Everybody's a star, if they're not then they wanna be
On every corner I can get my mocha latte
I can hangout with my wi-fi checking out my email all day
Why go to work and face the corporate zoo
I got a friend throwing a party out in Malibu
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I love this town
Where life is like TV
Yeah, yeah, yeah, people all around
Say there's no place they'd rather be
Yea there's no place, no place like LA
No place, no place like LA
Yea there's no place, no place like LA
No place, no place like LA
Good Times
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Entertainment News, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, Rap
Keywords:
Bar, Barrio, Celebration, Celebratory, City, Commercial, Dance, Energetic, Fun, Ghetto, Hopeful, Joyful, Joyous, Night Club, Party, Positive, Promo, Radio, Swagga, Swagger, Upbeat, Uplifting
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Horns, Piano, Scratches, Strings
BPM:
95
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Good Times
GOOD TIMES
CHORUS
These are the good times
Forever in the hood times
We gonna make it we can make it
These are the ggod times
Love is the best crime
We gonna make it
Verse 1
5 bucks get a forty and a dutch
not thinking about much see my shorty get a touch
sweet as can be and a big you know what
keep my head up I never stop swingin
never stop hopin always keep copin
keep my body movin and my mind in motion
slick in production big truck system
mama always said son stick with the wisdom
I came to get them stick them fit them
I aint a victim and you never see me slippin
Never see me dippin even in middle of friction
Got them all wishin they was in my position
Smooth with the diction pay to listen
I get paid every single day
Gotta be good in the hood baby
Keep it comin baby one more time
We gotta hit them now with one more rhyme
CHORUS
VERSE 2
I gotta say make me feel that way
Like sippin champagne on the fifth of may
Like a pocket full of benjamins I maintain
Make it fall like rain act mad insane
Runnin through the streets yellin my own name
Love the way you move love the way you do
Anything can happen when you walk like that
King im relaxed to the infinite
Rock mic's that's my instrument
With two turntables make this thing get bent
Wicked with the flow act you don't know
Rockin it real fats then I make it slow
Flip the hood we can all get down
All come together white black or brown
In the hood whats good it's the natural sound
Check me out when ya on the block
CHORUS
Awesome
Artist(s): DJ Kreuzer (feat. Zindy Laursen)
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Writer(s):
Scott Horton (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Electronic
Subcategories:
Dance, EDM, Electronic, Female Vocal, House, Instrumental, Pop, Synth Pop, Tropical House
Keywords:
Blissful, Bright, Celebratory, Club, College, Cool, Dance, Driving, Drop, Drugs, Ecstasy, Elation, Energy, Euphoria, Euphoric, Euro, Excitement, Feel Good, Free, Fun, Funky, Girl Power, Groove, High, Hypnotic, Lively, Loose, Optimistic, Party, Playful, Pool, Positive, Promo, Rave, Rooftop, Summer, Sunny, Upbeat, Uplifting, Warm, Winner, Young, number one
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Hand Claps, Keyboard, Piano, Saxophone, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
121
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Awesome
I like the way, the way things are going today
I'd don't mind cause I'm feeling alright
Let my hair down struttin' to my own sound just being me
Feel the sunshine taking my sweet time I want the whole world to see that
I look good
And I feel great
There ain't no one who take this high away
I'm so happy
I'm in bliss
Everyday I wanna feel like this
'Cause I am awesome
Nothing can break me, nothing can shake me no...
I've got a fire that keeps burning inside me
Let my hair down struttin' to my own sound just being me
Feel the sunshine taking my sweet time I want the whole world to see that
Livin' In The Limelight
Artist(s): Zachary De Lima (feat. Dilemmanade)
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Writer(s):
Andrew Andriyashev (SOCAN) 20% / John Ryan Delima (SOCAN) 20% / Zachary Aaron Delima (COTT) 60%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Dancehall Pop, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, Rap, Reggae Pop, Urban Pop
Keywords:
2000s Feel, 90s Feel, Backyard, Breezy, Bright, Carefree, Carpe Diem, Chill, College, Early 2000s, Electrocoustic, Fame, Famous, Feel Good, Frat, Freedom, Fun, Girls, Good Time, Hanging Out, Happy, High School, Island, Island Vibes, Joy, Laid Back, Loose, Party, Playful, Pool, Positive, Relaxing, Spotlight, Spring Break, Star, Summer, Weed, Young, Youth, Youthful
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Electric Bass, Electronic Drums, Guitar, Keyboard
BPM:
85
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Livin' In The Limelight
LIVIN' IN THE LIMELIGHT
PRE-CHORUS
Livin in the Limelight
Living in a dream come true
I'm a star shining so bright
Never knew I'd make it through
Livin in the limelight
Livin in the lime light yeah yeah yeah
Livin in the limelight
Livin in the lime light yeah yeah yeah
Now I realize the lights I can see
No dark times anymore
Now I realize love is all around me
No struggles like before
I always said a bit of limelight compliments my eyes
Right?
I said it compliments my modest, honest
Always on deck for the quest like Shaheed Mohammed
Business like religion...wise always seek a prophet/profit
Why's all the need for gossip?
Stop it!
I don't gotta show off
Just gotta show up, believe them gawkin
Hear them listenin, see them talking
Zachary De Lima on it, from Trini to Toronto
Everything is wonderful
Limelight, most people wish they had it
But we don't cast shade, we just stay tannin
Stepping up and stepping out
In a mega stylin that's no doubt
See me always at my best
On top of my game feeling so blessed
Feeling so blessed
CHORUS
Let The Wild Out
Artist(s): CaiNo
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Writer(s):
Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Pop
Subcategories:
1980s, Dance, Entertainment News, Funk, Instrumental, Male Vocal, R&B
Keywords:
Attraction, Celebration, Cocky, Confident, Dance Floor, Desire, Energy, Excitement, Flirtatious, Fun, Funky, Groove, Light, Lively, Loose, Party, Playful, Retro, Rollicking, Seductive, Sexual, Sexy, Swagger, Throwback, Upbeat, Wedding
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Keyboard, Synths
BPM:
115
Key:
A
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Let The Wild Out
Let the music sweep into your soul
When the rhythm hits it makes you wanna lose control
Nothin lasts forever all we have is now
If you're ready to dance
Then I'm a show you how to
Move, let your body free
Here's what you can do for me
Shake it if you can
You gotta wave your hands
New is the policy, just let your problems be
Haters just can't bother me
Don't be so shy
By the end of the night, you and I
CHORUS:
We gonna let the wild out
All night long
We gonna let the wild out
All night long
I just wanna get wild with you
All night long
Do you wanna get wild with me too
Get wild with me baby
Get wild all night
Let's get wild baby
Feel it creepin up and down your spine
Once you get it started there's no way the funk will ever die
I think you're coming home with me
I got something funky that you've got to see
Move, let your body free
Here's what you can do for me
Shake it if you can
You gotta wave your hands
New is the policy, just let your problems be
Haters just can't bother me
Don't be so shy
By the end of the night, you and I
CHORUS
Let the wild out baby
Let the wild out all night
Let the wild out baby
Wildin all night
Let the wild out baby
Gonna wild it all night
Let the wild out baby
All night long
CHORUS
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
Gonna Blow Your Mind
Artist(s): L. 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:
Pop
Subcategories:
Dance, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Neo Soul, Pop Rock, R&B, Soul
Keywords:
Anticipation, Bright, College, Confident, Debauchery, Energy, Excited, Expectation, Fun, Going Out, Good Time, Light, Lively, Mersey Beat, Party, Playful, Positive, Promo, Rollicking, Surprise, Upbeat
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Keyboard, Organ, Tambourine
BPM:
128
Key:
F
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Gonna Blow Your Mind
Gonna Blow Your Mind
CHORUS
You gotta see it
I believe it's gonna blow your mind
Ohh ohh
It's gonna make you wanna leave your troubles all behind
Ohh ohh
VERSE
If you're looking for satisfaction
Well you don't have far to go
Like a chemical reaction
It's the feeling everybody knows
If you think it's time for changin'
You don't have to do it all alone
If your world needs rearrangin'
Get on your feet, come on let's go
Together the party never ends
Now that's what it's all about
CHORUS
If you're tired of the situation
Day and night it's the same old song
There's no need for complication
Simplify and you can never go wrong
If you think there's something better
Tell me something I don't already know
It's the message we can share that's gonna shake it up
Shout it out come on let's go
Together the party never ends
Now that's what it's all about
You gotta see it
I believe it's gonna blow your mind -- Ohh ohh
It's gonna make you wanna leave your troubles all behind
Ohh ohh
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
Move That Body
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, Pop, Rap
Keywords:
Boom Box, Break Dancing, Club, Dance, Dancing, Energetic, Energy, Fun, Good Time, Old School, Party, Soulful, Street, Upbeat, Vocal Sample
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Piano, Synths
BPM:
122
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Move That Body
Verse 1
Pump it up to the max and then some
Let it all out, ease the tension
Put in motion, ain't no stopping
Hold the torch up, ain't no dropping
The posse backing me up, but backing up
Ain't an option, about to get popping
Feel the groove, make you move
Show and prove, for sure we can't lose
Chorus
Move your feet
Step up to the beat
Got the urge
To move your body
Move your feet
Step up to the beat
Got the urge
To move your body
Verse 2
Are you ready to do this, baby
Don't let go, it's about to get crazy
Can't hold back, gots to do this
Don't care, who stare acting foolish
Turn up a notch, go for gusto
Fire in my heart, ain't enough, though
I need y'all to get excited
Don't deny it, don't fight, ignite it
Chorus
Verse 3
C'mon I wanna see you sweat
What you put in is what you get
Step up to the plate, swing for fences
So relentless no consequences
No looking back, from the jump
This the real deal it ain't a stunt
Every journey starts when you choose to
And I'ma give you something funky to move to
Filthy Stinking Rich
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:
Comedy, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, Rap
Keywords:
Alley, Bad, Barrio, Bling Bling, Booming, Bouncy, Bragger, Breaking Rules, Celebrity, City, Club, Cocky, Comedy, Cool, Dollars, Fame, Fortune, Fun, Funny, Girls, Good Time, Hip, Jewelry, L.A., Los Angeles, Low Rider, Money, N.Y.C., Naughty, New York, Odd, Party, Pimping, Playful, Quirky, Radio, Rich, Silly, Snotty, Spotlight, Street, Swag, Swagger, Swaggin, Tough, Trouble Makers
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Percussion
BPM:
84
Key:
A
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Filthy Stinking Rich
Boy you filthy
(I got what you want)
Boy you filthy
(I got what you need)
Boy you filthy
Filthy stinkin' rich
Ever since man back in the day
When I first started sellin' (hey) up in the bay
Had my pockets so fat like the back of Kim K.
Had to hide my gold hide my whip hide my chains
I had a million clean by the age of eighteen
Hoppin' gulf streams twenty chicks on my team
Bank roll splittin' pockets diamonds on my tick tock
Still up in the streets chiefin' money from this hip hop
Swagged up chilly willy philly don't stop
Holla at me girl cuz my style so clean
I'm playin' with this money girl you cant see me
I'm on the flat screen in a fat limousine
Pickin' up chicks that I ain't never seen
You don't have to know me
You could smell that green
You can do the splits while you lick the ice cream
We stack thick bricks tell the chicks to scream
Ain't nothing funny man had to get that money
Messin' with a bunny all the chicks say they love me
Half my paper dirty flippin' keys like the birdie
Up in the club and they try to act flirty
We can get down down take it to the ground
You know we in the building when you hear that (whoop) sound
Ain't messin' with an ounce man gimme the pound
They can see I'm filthy so they follow me around
Up north east to the west downtown
Trick flip stunts how we how we get down
All them player haters steady lookin' like clowns
Act like you know cuz we serve them ho's
Neck wrist belt buckle all of them froze
Stinkin' like new money up in ya nose
Rich flippin' steady sippin' sippin' veuve cliquots
Lemme see you dip stand up touch ya toes
Don't Throw It Away
Artist(s): Paul Otten
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Writer(s):
Paul Christopher Otten (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Adult Contemporary, Alternative, Indie, Indie College Radio, Indie Rock, Indie Singer Songwriter, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Beach, Bittersweet, Bright, Cheerful, College, Contemporary, Cruising, Driving, Endearing, Energetic, Friends, Fun, Happy, Heartwarming, High School, Hollywood, Hopeful, Innocent, Open Road, Party, Passionate, Positive, Quirky, Radio, Reflective, Sentimental, Sincere, Smile, Sunny, Sweet, Teen, Tender, Upbeat, Uplifting, Young Love
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Hand Claps, Percussion, Piano, Synthesizer
BPM:
112
Key:
C
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Don't Throw It Away
The future is bright from what they tell us
I can't wait to see it
But as this life is passing by us
We're stuck in our daydream
Ooh
Don't throw it away
Throw away today
Well there's nowhere that we can run to
If we don't know where we are
We've been fooled by the horizon
But no more, no more
(Where are you trying to go?)
I've always been standing right here
(What have you been waiting for?)
Been sparring in the ring with my fear
(Why don't you just let go?)
Well that sounds alright by me
I won't throw it away
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
Let's Party Tonight
Artist(s): Beverly Staunton
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Writer(s):
David Isaac Feldstein (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Pop
Subcategories:
Dance, Disco, Entertainment News, Female Vocal, Instrumental, Pop, Pop Rock, Rock, Urban
Keywords:
Bouncy, Celebration, Club, Commercial, DJ, Dance Party, Electronic, Energetic, Fashion, Flirtatious, Friends, Fun, Girl's Night Out, Good Time, High Energy, High School, Hollywood, Hot, Party, Playful, Positive, Red Carpet, Relationship, Runway, Sexy, Style, Teen, Top 40, Tween, Upbeat
Instruments:
Bass, Guitar, Keyboard
BPM:
120
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Let's Party Tonight
LET'S PARTY TONIGHT
Get Get Get up, Get out on the dance floor
The music's started so boy what are you waiting for?
Get your groove on
Let's Party tonight
Feel the beat pumping out the speakers of the radio
Be a freak, move your feet like no one else has done before
Spin the record
Let's party tonight – uh huh, uh huh
Mr. DJ
Spin the record
Let's party tonight
Get your groove on
Spin the record
Let's Party tonight
Give, give, give me some of what I'm asking for
Lose control cause you ain't gonna need it no more
Spin the record
Let's Party tonight
Won't you Come Come Come over here and let's get crazy
I wanna feel you near
I wanna play with you all night – that's right
Let's party tonight – uh huh, uh huh
Mr. DJ
Spin the record
Let's party tonight
Get your groove on
Spin the record
Let's Party tonight
Hey Babe – the party's on
Tell me what your waiting for
Spin the record
Let's party tonight – uh huh, uh huh
Mr. DJ
Spin the record
Let's party tonight
Get your groove on
Spin the record
Let's Party tonight
Something Different
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, Rap
Keywords:
2000s Feel, Bar, Bouncy, Celebration, Celebratory, Commercial, Dance, Dance Party, Different, Energetic, Fun, Funky, Happy, Hopeful, Joyful, Joyous, Party, Partying, Positive, Positive Attitude, Positive Feel, Promo, Uplifting
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Piano, Electric Piano, Guitar, Scratches, Synthesizer
BPM:
140
Key:
A♯m/B♭m
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Something Different
SOMETHING DIFFERENT
CHORUS
We doin something different
Getting into something different
We doin something different
And you wont know what hit ya
We getting crazy
Get a lil crazy now
VERSE 1
Jump up jump up get stupid
Sit down turn around get loopy
I drink don't smoke don't jump rope
Gotta get it gotta flip it gotta be dope
What you see what ya get
Don't mean nothing if you don't sweat
Eenie meenie minie mo I might jet
Didn't mean to touch ya girl I just flipped
Gotta be fast im on my toes dipped
Cant see be with the freaks
Whether at the club or at the beach
Better give me love and it better be free
Don't need no stress don't need no mess
Don't need no funkin at my address
My mind is just so dangerous
Jump with the rhythm rock with the rhyme
North south east west
Lets do this thing if you got the time
Shake that take that mama cannot break that
Shoulda been a fantasy ya cant fake that
CHORUS
V.2
Do ya need some beats
Do ya need a fiend
Do ya need to feed need to be free
Gotta get real dumb go platinum
Gotta make them duck we flatten them
Ya cant fight this love we just actin up
Gotta a little bit of juice pour in the cup
Get a little bit loose gonna smack it up
Is there some place that maybe baby you wanna go
Turn the lights real low
And baby take it slow
Take you out take you to a show
Scream and shout hip hop wont go
Make it last deep in your soul
Can you let your body go
We gotta be mind in control
Top to the bottom then you touch your toes
Up down left right
We can rock it all night
BRIDGE
Move to the left move to the right
Clap your hands lets keep it tight
Doin it doin it
Movin it movin it
Now everybody just get crazy
Now everybody act amazing
Everybody up everybody down
Everybody whooooo
CHORUS
Sex U
Artist(s): PeaceLove
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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:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B
Keywords:
Bar, Bouncy, Club, College, Dance Floor, Drinking, Energetic, Flirtatious, Fun, Good Time, Grind, Hot, Party, Playful, Red Carpet, Relationship, Runway, Sexy, Strip Club, Style, Teen, Upbeat, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
116
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Sex U
SEX U
Girl you move so fine
Yeah girl you blow my mind
Girl you move so fine
Yeah girl you blow my mind
I wanna sex u
I wanna do what you want me to
I wanna sex u
I wanna do what you want me to
Do what you want me to
Bring it – come on – bring it – give it to me girl
Move it on the floor
Yeah girl I want you more
Move it on the floor
Makes me want you more n more
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):
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1970s, Entertainment News, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Bouncy, Club, Cop Show, Energetic, Flirtatious, Fun, Funky, Good Time, Hot, Party, Playful, Relationship, Retro, Sexy, Teen, Upbeat, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
102
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Upside Down
UPSIDE DOWN
CHORUS
Everything goin upside down yeah
Everything goin upside down you know its gonn be all right
A new game
VERSE 1
Why ya wanna turn my whole world around
I was tryin I was dyin' wanna hear that sound
This is another day feel a ray of sunshine
Divine I wanna tell you everything on my mind
I got flipped started to trip started to slip
But that was way back in the day new tricks up my sleeve
Like you wouldn't believe I cant breathe baby down on my knees
On the streets
(givin it up party down) baby girl im all turned around
now im gonna play a whole new game
hey hey
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Beggin please baby please put my mind at ease
You know im done messin around with them young ladies
Need relief new peace new breeze in the trees
Jump jump bump bump party people want want
A new day new phrase new blaze hot
Dancefloor spot where I wanna work it out
Keep it crunk keep it gully with my little bitty filly
Keep a little silly now im on top of the world
(livin it up party down) yeah girl were gonna party down
CHORUS
VERSE 3
Look girl understand with the mic in my hand
Im a sky up light up the whole big city
Need a committee with fifty to let 'em know
I'm gritty I don't pity other people we are
Upside down in this round round world
I was lost now found got a pearl of a girl
Party people if ya feelin me now everybody scream
CHORUS
Staring At The Sun
Artist(s): Dog Fish
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Writer(s):
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1990s, Alternative, Entertainment News Rock, Indie, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Reality TV Moods & Emotions, Rock
Keywords:
BBQ, Beach, Carefree, Celebrate, Cheerful, College, Cute, Fun, Funny, Happy, Hot, Life, Light, Party, Playful, Positive, Quirky, Summer, Sun, Teen, Travel, Upbeat, Young, Youth
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Keyboard, Synthesizer
BPM:
104
Key:
A
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Staring At The Sun
STARING AT THE SUN
CHORUS:
Where've you gone my angel
I think I'm going blind staring at the sun
I'm home all alone with your halo
And something makes me feel that I'm not the only one
Has anyone seen my angel
She walked away from heaven to have some fun
Where will she be tomorrow
Is anybody else going blind staring at the sun
Counting the cracks in the sidewalk
Took a look around for my only friend
Every I guy I see has a tattoo like me
Could it be my girl or just coincidence
I can't belive it was all talk
Now you've turned my world inside-out again
I know it's wrong, but I keep hanging on to dreams of yesterday
CHORUS
Feeling the heat as I daydream
Thinkin' back to nights that would never end
Girl I had no doubt you knew all about
How to strip me of all my innocence
I can't believe how I'm falling
I don't even know how or why or when
I know it's wrong, but I keep hanging on to dreams of yesterday
CHORUS
Let's Make Believe
Artist(s): Jayna
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Writer(s):
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Pop, R&B
Keywords:
Bouncy, Club, Energetic, Flirtatious, Fun, Good Time, Hot, Party, Playful, Relationship, Retro, Sexy, Teen, Upbeat, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
102
Key:
C♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Let's Make Believe
LET'S MAKE BELIEVE
Why does love fade away – Hearts are broken every day
But I won't let that happen to us, boy
Two lovers day and night – thinkin' everything's gonna be alright
And I don't want what we've got to be destroyed
Baby please can we just play a game of pretend
I'll show you how to be who we've never been
CHORUS:
Let's make believe this is only the first time
Every touch is a mystery – you and me
Lost in a dream like two strangers in paradise
I don't know you boy and you don't know me
Baby let's make believe
Tonight when the sun goes down, meet me on the other side of town
And you can treat me like I'm your girl toy
We'll take it nice and slow – tell me something I don't know
I've already forgotten your name boy
Close your eyes – tonight we'll be each other's fantasy
Don't hold back – react – take a wild ride with me
CHORUS
Never underestimate the measures that I take to keep your love
I understand your needs and baby I can please you night and day
Never underestimate the measures that I take to keep your love
I understand your needs and baby I can please you all the way
Keep It Comin'
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Entertainment News Rock, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Bouncy, Club, Energetic, Flirtatious, Fun, Good Time, Hot, Party, Playful, Promo, Retro, Sexy, Sports, Teen, Upbeat, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
Year Recorded:
2002
BPM:
130
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Keep It Comin'
KEEP IT COMIN
CHORUS
Keep it comin all night
Keep it comin all right
Keep it comin fo sho
Keep it comin you know
Keep it comin to the top
Keep it comin don't you stop
VERSE 1
Keep it comin like an animal drop down clap
We be chillin at the club till we fade to black
Then its back to the crib you know how we do that
Now and laters faders chillin wearing gators
Good old boys with them automatic toys
Don't care if you move left or right tight tight
Pullin on the spandex got me feelin man jets
Erupt explode lawd lawd walkin down these country roads with
My headphones on wearin louis vitton
Some slang just to get that money right if you slang then you bang
If you wanna hold on then sing this song
Nothing to it but to do it
Then smoke that stuff lean back take a puff
Man don't act tough
Keep I comin like a player
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Nnow in the back of my mind now im feelin divine
Like when you in the cut with a bottle of wine
Thunderbird Mad Dog 50/50 look at them gangstas
Start to look shifty we all about love till they push and shove
Showin off lookin stupid cupid shoot them
Aint no one want that mess down here gimme that nooky
And a bottle of beer stay focused hocus pocus
Why ya clothes is still hangin off ya frame
You look better buck naked aint wanna complain
Take ya out to the car in the pourin rain
Smoke a little Spliff shut off the brain
Take it slow you know how to maintain
Keep it comin aint no way that we could stop this train
If you too clucked up im the one to blame
CHORUS
VERSE 2
We can rock it all night long
Shake your ass and sing that song
A party aint a party girl unless I see that thong
Shakin' that rump now don't feel strange
Break it down like this I drink a fifth drive slow
In the Cadillac Brougham im lik the that stone keep it rollin
Girl you aint right you wrong
Keep it comin all night long
Shake that ass and sing this song
Jump She Jump
Artist(s): St. John
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Dancehall, Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Jamaican, Male Vocal, R&B, Rap, Reggae, Reggae Dance Hall, Reggaeton
Keywords:
Beach, Caribbean, Club, Dance, Flirtatious, Florida, Fun, Island, Kinky, Miami, Party, Playful, Promo, Radio, Sexy, South Beach, Sports, Spring Break, Street, Strip Club, Summer, Tough, Twisted
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
93
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Jump She Jump
Jump She Jump
Chorus
Jump she jump anytime
When we in the club and we feel the bassline
Bump he bump anytime
When he in the club and he feel the bassline
Verse 1
When me fly around the world
I spy upon them girls
Dip around the block opportunity come knock
Put em all in my limo and we takin it non stop
Dirty as she wanna be see her walkin down the street
Wonder if she tell me can we jump up jump up
Ask her what her name would be said you cant mess with me
Said maybe baby you shake and were gonna see
Sippin on straight hennessee
Rub a dub I got some love
When I freak her from behind
She fit me like a glove
Follow me follow me come and reach from above
Come to make the floor the ceiling shake
Motivate and twist upon the record like bump bump
If you workin 9 to 5 or doin dirt and then you drive
Makin it hard to stay alive we jump jump
Chorus
Verse 2
Me from London west end want a friend
Come in and pretend like they really makin ends
Got a fatter pocket meta4 know how to rock it
Come with me come with me
I got jump up for days mama need to get paid
Back of an escalade smoking hand rolled spliffs
I like the club dirty smoky Daniel jack the 5th
Insane when I spit the gift like you need a lift
Put your hands up make a 4 name is meta4
Came here to get raw so get on the floor
I like to get the whole joint jumpin jumpin
Thumpin thumpin like they say we need it crunk
Make my move and make you look
Got you starin at the floor and you shook shook
People let me tell you one time
West side east side cmon
Chorus
Holla Back
Artist(s): St. John
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Entertainment News Rock, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Bouncy, Club, Energetic, Flirtatious, Fun, Good Time, Hot, Party, Playful, Promo, Retro, Sexy, Sports, Teen, Upbeat, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
76
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Holla Back
HOLLA BACK
Chorus
Holla back come on baby where ya goin?
Holla back been missing you for so long
Holla back I want some more pain
Cause when you talk back to me makes me go insane
Holla back its much too quiet
Holla back I want to start a riot
Holla back don't you leave me cryin
I miss your love and I feel like dyin'
V1
Hop skip jump for a minute jump in the ride
with the boom booms in it I aint gonna be long
im sorry I was wrong stone rollin hand glowin
feet showin dusty roads but im on my own
lets keep it going drive to the left drive to the right
those gangstas right there look they wanna fight
gotta hit the crib and the outfits tight goin to the club
downtown tonight might be on you gonna be gone
eerrrtt stop slap Cadillac up on the curb 3 wheelin
peelin you aint wit me roll like fifty up in the club lets go
Chorus
V2
Whilin and profiling dub sack that need to get smoked tonight
I don't wanna get provoked that big ass thing is the antidote
Shake it roll it move it hold it slap it silly she from philly
What the dealy I got a girl where she at? Ima rock that world
Oh no fast slow people askin about ya girl put the lights down low
Pop that criss hands in the air now make a fist the whole club
Swayin from left to right girl them short shorts sure look tight
When we gonna go to the club together sittin at home tryin to be clever
The cris flowin booty showin where you goin girl? Come on
Chorus
V3
Like ice cube im down for whatever holla back girl don't care about the weather
Skip step jump for a second turn around shake like you got buck naked
Bomb another drink like we aint gonna make it
Stop roll drop sown damnit shake it like sex like there aint no limit
I miss you girl ill tell the whole planet
Aint nobody stacked in the back like that
Chorus
Hey Now
Artist(s): Buddha Belly
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Writer(s):
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
Pop
Subcategories:
1990s, Alternative, Indie, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Reality TV Moods & Emotions, Rock
Keywords:
BBQ, Beach, Carefree, Celebrate, Cheerful, College, Cute, Fashion, Fun, Funny, Happy, Hot, Life, Light, Party, Playful, Positive, Quirky, Sports, Style, Success, Summer, Teen, Travel, Triumph, Upbeat, Winning, Young, Youth
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Keyboard, Synthesizer
BPM:
103
Key:
A
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Hey Now
HEY NOW
I don't know why it has to be
That the sky is blue and the grass is green
And I don't know why it's really true
That one plus one always equals two
I don't know so I'll have to guess
There may be times when a no means yes
And maybe, just maybe
It doesn really matter
Hey Now, look around
Does anybody know what's goin' down
And Hey Now, it's okay
The world keeps spinning anyway
Hey Now, why ask why
Low is low and high is high
And Hey Now just let go
It's alright if you really don't know
And I really don't know
Some may say that I can't see
The perfect world surrounding me
And others say the end is near
They really do believe everything they hear
Some may say they know what's best
But they're no different from the rest
And maybe, just maybe
It doesn really matter
Hey Now, look around
Does anybody know what's goin' down
And Hey Now, it's okay
The world keeps spinning anyway
Hey Now, why ask why
Low is low and high is high
And Hey Now just let go
It's alright if you really don't know
And I really don't know
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