Tracks Similar To Too Hot
Are You Ready
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:
Arrogant, Attitude, Boisterous, Boom Box, Break Dancing, Cocky, Confident, East Coast, Fun, Good Time, House Party, Lively, Rowdy, Slick, Street, Swagger
Instruments:
Bass, DJ Scratches, Drums, String Stabs
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
116
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Are You Ready
Are You Ready
VERSE 1
I step up to the plate, show you why I'm greater
knock it out the park, cuz you know I got the flavour
not a fool or fake, got bread like a baker,
pockets stay fat cuz I stack a lot of paper
on point like a tack, sharper than a razor,
my worst behaviour, naughty by nature
honeydips ask for the number like a favour
maybe an hour later I see it on my pager
all imitators, they gonna catch vapors
boy ya gonna served, like a waiter
future hall of famer, my league is so major
while ya try to catch up, son, see ya later
CHORUS
are you ready in the front, yeah, yeah
are you ready in the back, yeah, yeah
from the left to right, yeah, yeah
rock it all night, yeah, yeah
VERSE 2
my style kicks facts that you can't photocopy
if you do, you must be smoking that broccoli
.. yeah probably, I roll nonchalantly
rubbin on a hottie, I never say sorry
I got my style from the stairwell and lobbies
now I rock the block and the parties
lion of the concrete jungle, I never stumble
crooks get shook, before they wanna rumble
never mumble, speaking loud and proud
moving and grooving, elevate the crowd
... no doubt, I got the clout
pump your fist in the air if you know what it's about
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
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
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
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
Rock The Party
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, Clever, Cocky, Confident, Dance, East Coast, Flow, Fun, Ghetto Blaster, Graffiti, House Party, New York City, Old School, Party, Playful, Raucous, Retro, Rowdy, Streets, Style, Swagger, Throwback, Underground
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Pan Flute
BPM:
99
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Rock The Party
Elevated to the highest, fools they wanna try this
Recognize this, the hottest joints like arthritis
Call me midas, I got the golden mic, with flows that's tightest
I'm going after the booty like a pirate
On autopilot, crusin, my crew deep
Grinding til the sun shining, I lose sleep
Rhyming and designing, skills are unique
Straight from the street, not a boutique with a receipt
Learn the lesson, still remains the question
I'm unarmed and dangerous my mind is a weapon
Cock back and reload, drop jewels like shells
Know the ledge, leap of faith, fall from grace, but never fail
Success without the excess of glamour and glitz
It's like breakfast and you don't get ham with your grits
I want it all, right or wrong, cuz life is never too long
The steady arm is heavy so it's never too strong
CHORUS:
Get ready, go, get ready, go
We control the crowd with mic control
Eh yo, now you know, what we came to do
We came to rock, rock the party for you
Chillin' like a villain in the cut, like a cavity
Filling, the meaning of raw is ready and winning
Down for whatever's bout to pop off, get knocked off
The throne, pulling the mic out of a stone, the king has come home
A masterpiece like the dome in a chapel
On the right side of the gavel I'm still biting the apple
Cuz knowledge reigns supreme over snakes with a rattle
You wanna battle raging bulls but you're part of the cattle
Jumping on it like a saddle, riding a coat tail
Dime a dozen clones buying style at wholesale
I got styles upon styles, organically grown
So just hand me the throne, with a chrome microphone
Wanna Get With That
Artist(s): Roc Suga
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1980s, 1990s, Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Animated, Boisterous, Cocky, Confident, Energy, Flirty, Fun, Ghetto Blaster, Good Time, Lively, Old School, Party, Playful, Sassy, Sexual, Sexy, Street, Swagger, Vocalisms
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Horns
BPM:
97
Key:
A♭
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Wanna Get With That
Dressed to impress got the miniskirt workin'
They wanna peak behind the curtain I got 'em hurtin'
Flirtin', yah I'm hunting for a fly guy
Real smooth but he gotta have a wild side
Am I right ladies, yah, you know this
You don't need to hold a big wallet to hold this
I'd rather two lips than a bunch of roses
Could be a player long as he know who the coach is
You got it going on, all night long
I wanna get with that
Rubbin' on your chest down to your six pack
I wanna get with that
No strings attached but I pull 'em like a puppet
3 piece suit or roughneck, yah I love it
I ain't a magic trick, but if you got a magic stick
This your chance better grab it quick
Cause I'm diggin' that style rugged profile
I need that booty call gimme the numbers to dial
For a little striptease, I'll call right back
Don't be scared, I don't bite, unless you bite back
Right Now
Artist(s): Tay F. 3rd
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Writer(s):
Deonte Kim (BMI) 50% / Ty Frankel (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Reality TV
Keywords:
After Party, Alley, Bling, Boisterous, Bottle Service, Brash, Club, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Dance Floor, Explicit Lyrics, Fun, Funny, Girls, Good Time, Grinding, LA, Late Night, Limousine, Models, Money, Party, Ratchet, Rousing, Rowdy, Street, Swag, Swagger, Tough, Trouble, VIP
Instruments:
Bass, Bells, Drums, Percussion, Synth
BPM:
93
Key:
A
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Right Now
I'm about to buy me a whip
Cause I remember sittin' on the bench
I remember I remember when I didn't have s***
Every weed sack I bought for somebody getting pinched
Couldn't pay my rent now that's just a day spent
Diamonds in my chains make you do an Asian squint
Jack Chan I stunt
Ooooo she old news last month
True we didn't wear those much
Only thing we could afford was some Dickies and some Chucks
Now its Ferragamo belts, new shoes in my shelf
God my favorite artist ever cause he made myself
Imma master pieces, Mona Lisa is jealous
If we was alive the same time I would of hit and left her
I said I'm really fly right now
Really feeling like the guy right now
My arrogance is really high right now
And if you got a problem you can try right now
Right now, right now, right now, right now
I said I'm feeling like the guy right now
My arrogance is really high right now
I said I'm really feeling fly right
I think I'm too good off myself
Spend my money myself
I don't need no help
Money money get a dollar spend it quick
Threezy Threezy never broke bets believe I got the fix
Believe I got the chicks, believe I got the piff
Believe I got the chips but if you ain't drop 5 then you not hitting shit
I said I'm confident and cocky and I'm all of the above
Stay higher than a dove that's rolled up a dub
I roll to the club picking out who I want
All i said is my name bets believe she gon' f***
Like a vacuum she suck, tell her get away
Your girlfriend front row yelling for a give away
High key your girlfriend wanna get at Tay
She better try out cause I'm living like eliminate
Any opposition on mommas I'll eliminate
Think I got a sweet tooth how I'm getting cake
Ohhh you think I had fetish how I'm getting weight
But I'm talking money n nothing here bummy
Get Right
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1970s, 1980s, Funk, Go Go, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Attitude, Bold, Chant, Confident, Crowd, Dance, East Coast, Explosive, Flow, Fun, Ghetto Blaster, Graffiti, House Party, Jam, MC, Old School, Party, Playful, Raucous, Retro, Rowdy, Streets, Style, Swagger, Throwback, Washington DC
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums
BPM:
98
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Get Right
Here we go now, say what
Here we go now, say what
Here we go now, say what
Here we go, here we go now, say what
Don't be afraid
Go 'head misbehave
Let it all hang out
So whatcha got to say
Stand back, I'm bout to do my thang (repeat x4)
Stand back, you ready for this
Stand back, you ready for this
Stand back, you ready for this
Stand back, you ain't ready for this
Stand back, you ready for this
Stand back, you ready for this
Stand back, you ready for this
Nah, you ain't ready for this
To the left to the left, hey
To the right to the right, hey
To the left to the left, hey
We gon' do this all night
(repeat)
We gon' switch it up now
And we do it like, ha!
We gone get right, we gone get it c'mon
We gone get right, we gone get it c'mon
We gone get right, we gone get it c'mon
We gone get it c'mon, we gone get it c'mon
(repeat)
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
Hollar At Me
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, G Funk, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Boisterous, Bravado, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Ghetto, Hype, Late Night, Party, Posse, Rousing, Rowdy, Street, Swag, Swagger, VIP, West Coast
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synths
BPM:
95
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Hollar At Me
VERSE 1
We smoking and sippin', rollin' and whippin'
One eye open from the tilt of my fitted
Roll it and get lifted, champagne drippin'
Like a coat of candy paint on a low ride dippin'
Ice on my right, big face on my left
That's what time it is when the crew two step
Shuffle heel toe, they budget real slow
We got money to blow, buy out the bar then reload
CHORUS
Money ain't a thang
Shorty wanna bang
Hollar at me in the VIP
You ain't stopping a thang
I'm at the top of the game
Hollar at me in the VIP
VERSE 2
The city on lock, I got the keys
Brushing off the dirt like I'm brushin you fleas
Rocking much ice, without a cop yelling freeze
When I step in a room it drops a few degrees
I got the streets open and the gold diggers scoping
Overdosing on the chrome spinning in slow motion
Camera flash, flicks with the flyest chicks
Model type or better while they're taking off their sweater
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
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
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
Ain't Supposed To Do
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, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Alley, Bad Kids, Boastful, Boom Box, Bouncy, Bragger, Breaking Rules, City, College, Drinking, Drugs, Flirtatious, Fun, Gang, Getting In Trouble, Good Time, Groove, Naughty, Old School, Party, Playing Tricks, Prankster, Street, Swagger, Teen, Trickster, Trouble Makers
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
90
Key:
D
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Ain't Supposed To Do
AINT SUPPOSED TO DO
Chorus
The greatest feelin that you ever knew
Is doin what you aint supposed to do
Foolin your dad or messin with your brother
Is fun until you get busted by your mother
Tyin the dog to the neighbors cat
Now you know your gonna get in big trouble for that
But sometimes a guys gotta break the rules
Doin what you aint supposed to do
Verse 1
Late one Saturday evening rollin around the hood
You wont believe what I was seein
The first thing I saw was a couple of hustlers
Shootin craps mouths yappin like a couple of busters
Sippin on something from a brown bag
They had chains round they neck and they looked real mad
Hey shorty whats your name keep a look out
I said my mom said I had to go to a cook out
He said listen up quick you could make some money
Buy something nice for that little cute honey
His breath smelled kinda messed up and funny
So I ran down the street left him lookin like a dummy
Everywhere I go in my neighborhood
Theres always someone tryin to get me up to no good
I cant hide up in my house stay away from my crew
So tell me what the heck am I supposed to do
CHORUS
Verse 2
Tell me what youd do if you were little old me
All at home alone and I spy some keys
I wanna roll out lookin key low g
So I roll into my room strap jordans on my feet
Start up moms car and im playin some beats
Next thing you know im rollin down the street
Everybody seems like theyre lookin at me
I drive up real slow to this girl I see
Shes lookin real nice on her ten speed
I said get in lets go downtown
She looked at me like I was kind of a clown
Boy don't you know you bout toi get pulled over
Rollin all slow in that busted up nova
I looked behind me and what did I see
But those red and blue lights catchin up to me
The only thing I though about was my moms
And when I got home shes gonna drop the bomb
CHORUS
I Got That Boom
Artist(s): Owen Chaim (feat. Brit Fox)
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1980s, 1990s, Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Animated, Boisterous, Cocky, Confident, Energy, Flirty, Fun, Ghetto Blaster, Good Time, Lively, Old School, Party, Playful, Raunchy, Raw, Retro, Sassy, Sexual, Sexy, Street, Swagger
Instruments:
Bass, Drum Machine, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
131
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
I Got That Boom
I GOT THAT BOOM
INTRO
(Sample stutter playback)
"I got that boom"
VERSE 1
Peel you like banana, take a bite into a fantasy
Hold tight, for the wild thing, can you handle me
Upside down, inside out, til your knees are wobbly
That's how I gots to be, nasty as I wanna be
Give me a kiss, let that tongue electrify me
Giddy up, saddle up, you can ride me
It ain't dirty if you don't get caught
And if you pump it right, I'll show you what I got
CHORUS
I got that boom
That breaks your back
I got that boom, boom
That breaks your back
Pump it hard
Pump it good
Pump it hard
Pump it good
Pump it hard
Pump it good
Pump it, like only a real man could
BRIDGE
(Rhythmic DJ record scratch)
"Peel you like banana, take a bit into fantasy"
VERSE 2
Fee fie foe fum, here I come, here I come
If you ready to rock steady, you can beat it like a drum
Let's get real nasty til your legs feel numb
Bite into the peach if you really want some
Get your face wet, make me sweat, make me sweat
Tonight you won't forget, how my lips took you to the edge
It ain't dirty if you don't get caught
And if you pump it right, I'll show you what I got
CHORUS
OUTRO
(Sample stutter playback)
"I got that boom"
Megaphone Large
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:
Action, Aggressive, Aware, Boisterous, Change, City, Cocky, Confident, Confrontational, Dangerous, Edgy, Fed Up, Fight, Gang, Gritty, Intimidating, Loud, Political, Power, Protest, Raw, Rebellious, Resistance, Riot, Rough, Rowdy, Society, Street, Taunting, Tough, Unrest, Uprising, Wild
Instruments:
Drums, Guitar, Percussion, Scratches, Trumpet
BPM:
110
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Megaphone Large
You need to put these suckas in their place man
They don't know what they doing
You really need to show them what's
Really going on out here, eh yo!
Rolling through with my posse
Just watch me, an army can't stop me
Intelligent, militant minded
Ring the alarm, strongarm behind it
Street soldiers got my back
We on the attack, cutting no slack
The squad gets bigger, coming at you like a
Pack of gorillas, heavy hitters
Rain or shine, crash your party one time
Like elephants run through your front line
Lead the charge, to bomb your whole squad
Voice of the people, megaphone large
Megaphone large
Megaphone large
Megaphone large
Megaphone large
It's time to show and prove
They better get down or lay down
You know what I'm saying, word up!
Yo, it's time to shut it down!
Black boots stomping, mask and gloves
Better duck when the shotgun pumps
Smash windows, where's your heroes
They just zeroes, never fear those
Surrounded by yellow tape
Proceed with caution, can't handle the weight
Too heavy, you ain't ready
Cut your propaganda to confetti
Can't lose, light the fuse
Won't be televised, shut down the news
Lead the charge, to bomb your whole squad
Voice of the people, megaphone large
Come Get It
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:
Action, Aggressive, Alley, Boisterous, City, Cocky, Confident, Crime, Dangerous, Drugs, Fight, Gang, Gritty, Hype, Intimidating, Loud, Mean, Mischief, New York City, Party, Power, Raw, Rough, Rowdy, Rucker Park, Ruckus, Sports, Street, Taunting, Tough, Wild
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Saxophone
BPM:
107
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Come Get It
Back it up, back it up, punk get off me
Or get dunked like a donut in coffee
But I ain't a pig, I peel your wig back
Puffin on a blunt, crack open a six pack
Swig it, I get it how I live it
And that's large, the one in charge
I spit it, like an AK spray
Wet up your whole crew, make my day, punk
Pop junk, get popped in the teeth
This ain't a BBQ, you don't want no beef
I'll give it to you raw, homeboy, just hollar
If you wanna get some, I'll break you off proper
CHORUS:
Break'em off, break'em off,
Break'em off, break'em off some
Break'em off, break'em off,
Break'em off, break'em off some
You can come get it,
You can come get it,
You can come get it,
If you want some, you can come get it
Try to step to me and you're gonna get dropped
I got a left and a right that goes pop, pop, pop
Down for the count, another round of shots
Bottoms up, grab the mic and wreck shop
Leaving wack crews, dazed and confused
What you gonna do when this menace come for you
got nothing on the southpaw style
flip you like a waffle, wake up horizontal
I'll leave a sucker empty, boy don't tempt me
my fists are heavy, you ain't ready
serving beat downs, with the body rocker
so if you want some, I'll break you off proper
We Gone Keep It Rollin
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, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Bravado, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Energy, Frat House, Freewheeling, Fun, Good Time, Nightlife, Party, Playful, Rowdy, Swagger
Instruments:
Drums, Percussion, Saxophone, Vibraphone
BPM:
96
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
We Gone Keep It Rollin
Chorus
We gone keep it rolling
Moving on a brighter day
Try to pull me down but I'll never slow up
Hop on if you're coming my way
We gone keep it rolling
Moving on a brighter day
Smiling cuz I see the silver lining
Hop on if you're coming my way
Verse 1
I came a long way, reversin' the wrong way
Detour, around manure, paid dues and got paid
Crash and burn, lose and learn, knuckle up, keep hitting
Put your hands to the ceiling, live a life worth living
It's a target worth hitting, it's prize worth getting
A hustle worth sweating, no stopping, no question
No need for confessions, I'm clean
I got a cup of caffeine I'm looking for the cream
Chorus
We gone keep it rolling
Moving on a brighter day
Try to pull me down but I'll never slow up
Hop on if you're coming my way
We gon keep it rolling
Moving on a brighter day
Smiling cuz I see the silver lining
Hop on if you're coming my way
Verse 2
It ain't the dog in the fight, it's the fight in the dog
Following my dreams like a fog light in a fog
It's a matter of time, so I'm turning the cog
To wind up my watch, it's like I'm lighting a log
To light a fire in me, burn bridges if they tempt me
They ain't no friend of me, if they see me half empty
No room for pride, this where jealousy dies
If you're with me hit me up and hop on for the ride
Christmas In The Hood
Artist(s): St. John
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Writer(s):
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Publisher(s):
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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
Rock The Block
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
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
Everyday
Artist(s): Krstos (feat. DJ Eristoo & Blaqbone)
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Writer(s):
Christopher Stephen Hicks (ASCAP) 40% / Eric Simiso Khayelihle Phungula (ASCAP) 30% / Vusumndeni Mnikathi (ASCAP) 30%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Future Bass, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alcohol, Attitude, Braggadocious, Club, Cocky, Confident, Control, Cool, Dark, Drinking, Driving, Drugs, Gangster, Getting High, Hood, Hustle, Money, Night Life, Rich, Street, Strength, Success, Swagger, Thug, World Influence, Zulu Language
Instruments:
Bass, Djembe, Drums, Piano, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
74
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Everyday
EVERYDAY (CLEAN)
CHORUS (2X)
I talk about money everyday man
Whiskey on the rocks everyday man
Smoking green leaves everyday man
I pray I pray everyday man (2X)
VERSE 1
I only talk about the moolah
I don't talk about the b*****s
I wanna get rich everyday man
I wanna see my momma happy everyday man
I'm rolling with the rich n****s
I don't talk to the broke n****s
I were gucci everyday man
I look good everyday man
If you bring me trouble
Then I'll give you double
Hey Mr. Barman give me double
I'm a hustler man
They call me boogie man
They call me killer man
I am not a bad man
I am killer man
I'm a controls killer man
I'm a controls killer man.
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE 2
Wozala [Come here]
Bambala [hold this],
Sphethimali [we have money], Sphethiyingane [we have girls], Sphethiyihlahla [we have green leaves],
We sipping Hennessy
We are Superstars,
Sishayukotini thulubheke [we wearing fancy clothes watch and learn],
We moving levels sifuni [we need a] bank,
Awthulumbeje ngobaziwala [let's spend all the money cause it's a turn up].
CHORUS (2X)
____________________________
EVERYDAY (EXPLICIT)
CHORUS (2X)
I talk about money everyday man
Whiskey on the rocks everyday man
Smoking green leaves everyday man
I pray I pray everyday man (2X)
VERSE 1
I only talk about the moolah
I don't talk about the bitches
I wanna get rich everyday man
I wanna see my momma happy everyday man
I'm rolling with the rich niggas
I don't talk to the broke niggas
I were gucci everyday man
I look good everyday man
If you bring me trouble
Then I'll give you double
Hey Mr. Barman give me double
I'm a hustler man
They call me boogie man
They call me killer man
I am not a bad man
I am killer man
I'm a controls killer man
I'm a controls killer man.
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE 2
Wozala [Come here]
Bambala [hold this],
Sphethimali [we have money], Sphethiyingane [we have girls], Sphethiyihlahla [we have green leaves],
We sipping Hennessy
We are Superstars,
Sishayukotini thulubheke [we wearing fancy clothes watch and learn],
We moving levels sifuni [we need a] bank,
Awthulumbeje ngobaziwala [let's spend all the money cause it's a turn up].
CHORUS (2X)
When The Lights Go Down
Artist(s): Vega Heartbreak
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Carefree, Celebrate, Club, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Cruising, Dance Floor, Debauchery, Drinking, Drugs, Explicit Lyrics, Frat House, Fun, Good Time, Late Night, Marijuana, Night Club, Party, Playful, Smoke, Smoking, Strip Club, Swagger, Trap, Weed
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
BPM:
70
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
When The Lights Go Down
CHORUS:
Green is in my blunt
Purple in my cup
Pour it up
Girl drink all you, say you had enough
Throw it up
Realest in the city getting money
Yea you know it's Us
We don't ever die we come alive when the lights go down
Light it up this youngin smoking trees
This youngin popping pagne
For all my victories
Got on about 30 chains
they call me Mr Freeze
One I never do
I don't do s*** for free
First thing in thinking about
What she gone do for me
If she see 50 coming
Is she going to help me flee
Go flush them Os and Ps
You know we play for keeps
We setting records in this b****
Go and call Ripleys
CHORUS
I'm just a b***** child
I'm feeling ratchet now
Balling like I'm claiming 10 kids on my taxes now
You getting super swerved
I'm getting super rode
She say I drive her crazy
She say you super drove
Young n***** came from nothing
I'm talking ebt, couldn't afford no cable
Antenna on my tv
Now we in Mercedes Gs
Spending Rap money
Fresher than a n**** who just got his tax money
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