Tracks Similar To Getcha Up
Let Me Take You Home
Artist(s): Mark Cross
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Club, Dance, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B
Keywords:
After Party, Auto Tune, Bedroom, Bottle Service, Chill, Club, Commercial, Drinks, First Date, Flirtatious, Fun, Hot, Intimate, Love Making, Party, Passionate, Playa, Player, Playful, Radio, Raunchy, Relationship, Romantic, Sensual, Sex, Sexy, Smooth, Street, Strip Club, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Percussion, Synthesizer
BPM:
93
Key:
A♯m/B♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Let Me Take You Home
LET ME TAKE YOU HOME
CHORUS:
Let me take you home, don't cha know
Imma be the one for you
Gonna get you close, before you know
Gonna do that thing I do
Let me take you home, don't cha know
Imma be the one for you
Gonna get you close, before you know
Gonna do that thing I do
Let me take you home - let me take you home
Let me take you home - let me take you home
Hey girl wait a minute where you goin' now
Did I move on you too fast
Yea I know girl we just met now
But you're makin' me want you bad
Don't walk away ya don't have to be alone
I know you feel just like I feel
Stop playin' games save it for the bedroom
I'll make your fantasies come for real
Oh oh – oh oh
Turn it up don't turn it down turn it down
Oh oh – oh oh
CHORUS
Hey girl can't ya see I'm so into you
It's getting' late but we got all night
I'll make ya hot lemme find the spot now
I got the whip lemme take you for a ride
Such a hottie sexy little body
The way ya move drives me outta my mind
Baby lose your head slip 'n slide in my bed
You been wantin' it all this time
Oh oh – oh oh
Turn it up don't turn it down turn it down
Oh oh – oh oh
CHORUS
Imma be – imma be – imma be the one for you baby
Imma be – imma be – imma be the one for you baby
Imma be – imma be – imma be the one for you baby
Imma be – imma be
CHORUS
Who You Leavin' Wit
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
Similar Tracks
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:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, R&B
Keywords:
Club, Flirtatious, Fun, Party, Playful, Radio, Relationship, Romantic, Sexy, Street, Strip Club, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
96
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Who You Leavin' Wit
WHO YOU LEAVIN WIT
Chorus
Who ya leavin with? Im leaving with you
Where we goin girl? What we gonna do?
Just me and you
You make me feel so good
You make me feel so fine
Its gonna be wonderful
Its gonna be so right
V1
We could leave this summer and never ever recover
Im a lover drive a hummer black tint 26's
The mix is perfection check this selection
We roll like 50 deep saw ya man tryin to creep
When I looked at ya but you know its all done
From the moment I come through the front door
Bumbumbumbum baby like once more encore hardcore
Do you know whats in store have you screamin out
Like oh lord now you know how I roll my pocket looks full
Nothing less than a g make me comfortable
Chorus
V2
Its hot this spot is packed and full I lean back and pull
Hennessy and bull stay tilt but im built straight sensible
Try to check the effect of my glances pants is so damn low
Be like oh wont take you to a mo but a hotel penthouse
Amex be like oh well already got cris chillin' but you got to be willin
Look up at the ceiling when we smoke straight chillin its that
Feeling that I got back there in the spot like you would do anything
Never care what I got we both slipped out on the down low
Chorus
V3
Let me break for a minute just to tell you
How I went and stack chips so effectively
All those overnighters wanna get next to me
No time for the dime piece need piece of mind
Least most of the time don't cease when we meet
On the street im complete lets go slow mo
On the video I love it how we keep it on the low low
Show You How
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
Similar Tracks
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:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, R&B
Keywords:
Club, Flirtatious, Fun, Party, Playful, Radio, Relationship, Romantic, Sexy, Street, Strip Club, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
95
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Show You How
SHOW YOU HOW
CHORUS
Im gonna show you
Im gonna show you how
We gonna rock all night
And keep it tight till the break of dawn
VERSE 1
Hot sweat ridin in my corvette
Im a veteran I need medicine start listening
Skin glistening from midnight to high noon
We could rent a room get it done like boom
I need some soon you got those fumes
Your profile looms in my head like what?
Im not nervous lampin on purpose
Gully like no other be how can I be of service
Come a little closer boy I wanna taste of it
Move a little closer boy im gonna make you sweat
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Rockin the mic and keeping it tight my tongue do little tricks
Have to pay attention when you lickin them lips
Like the way you walk away the way you move them hips
Move a little closer give this henny a sip
Flamed in the brain lets jet lets dip
Got a chocolate philly waitin out in the whip
Freak then slow then fluctuate
Had those moves on my mind since the very first date
CHORUS
VERSE 3
Im a man on a mission on a mission a man
Ill show you don't speak with my hand understand
Bang bang like an 808 in every state
Make minds vibrate don't wait
Lets make the club the room do shake with the weight
Im heavy like a pusher used to slang a little bit
I wanna be legit serve you up with criss
The way you speak sexy at the top of my list
Put a hundred grand worth of ice on your wrist
Never thought it'd be so hot like this
Sweatin in positions that be dangerous
Rock all night so tight like bliss
CHORUS
My Lady
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
Similar Tracks
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:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, R&B
Keywords:
Club, Flirtatious, Fun, Party, Playful, Radio, Relationship, Romantic, Sexy, Street, Strip Club, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
100
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
My Lady
MY LADY
CHORUS
I wanna show you that you are my lady
I wanna show you everything you are to me
I wanna hold you cause you are my lady
I wanna show you everything you are to me
VERSE1
Baby girl tight curls in my world like
Bright light shinin deep into my night might
Keep you in my sight days I participate
In your life like a true man should boo
Wanna demonstrate populate activate
When they see us all these thugs wanna player hate
I remember when we first met first date
I was late kinda wild when I thought of you
Long tall its not just freefall lamped in the
Whip talked and thoughts came across
You was soft I was off in my mind like
Good lord whats this gift sittin next to me
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Day one get it done havin fun
Deep inside my middle say she's the one
Gotta keep my game tight I know we last all night
We don't fight just communicate everyday
By the way im on my way to the top babe
We could ride in a dropped '63 babe
In a California breeze love the way you smoke trees
Sexy funky like Jamaican or Haitian girl
Im makin these papers my girl gets the best
I try to confess sometimes my word gets a mess
See you in that black tight midnight dress
One in a million brazilian chameleon
CHORUS
VERSE 3
Step back soul clap its for real that
Way you look at me I leave its not easy
Fasheezy its breezy my heart does flips
Way you walk down the beach and with ease move them hips
Loose lips sink ships we keep it so low
Down deep everybody want to know oh
Wher'd they go dipped out again at midnight
Back to the crib you know you make me feel right
I got some things some diamond rings
You caught some blings and then made me sing
This is the real thing girl I don't care
You and me are lovely in the atmosphere
CHORUS
Check U Out
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
Similar Tracks
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:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, R&B
Keywords:
Club, Flirtatious, Fun, Party, Playful, Radio, Relationship, Romantic, Sexy, Street, Strip Club, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
110
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Check U Out
CHECK U OUT
Chorus
I wanna check u out
U gonna check me out
I get to know you
Want to know just what youre all about
V1
Check this out in a matter of about
Five minutes attendance is increased
In the party rock your body from the north to the east
Lookin so smooth like luxury
Im a pimp on the inside chill on the out
No doubt head spinnin when the lights go out
Pop pop lazer gazer cut like razors
Thick in the blazer do me a favor
Chorus
V2
Spottin pon the body girl hit them curves
Tight like eerrtt hold up wait stay up get up
Oh snap like whips goin 126 blacktop or bricks
I wanna check how she grips how she turn the corner
Will she stay up or flip if we go real fast will she start to slip
I aint playin girl talking about drivin the whip on the 101
Goin about 126
I don't act real slick no need for that it's the way that your eyes flash
Soul Shack
Artist(s): Spiderfingers
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Jared Meeker (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Lounge, R&B, Rap, Soul, Ultra Lounge
Keywords:
Ambient Groove, Atmosphere, Beatnik, Chill, City, Club, Cocktails, Cool, Date, Drugs, Eclectic, Ethnic, Exotic, Flirtatious, Groove, Hang, High, Hot, Laid Back, Motown, Night, Party, Positive, Pot, Psychedelic, Relaxed, Retro, Roots, Smooth, Sneaky, Sophisticated, Spacey, Stoned, Street, Swagger, Vibe Track
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Synthesizer
BPM:
95
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
She Gives It All
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
Similar Tracks
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:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, R&B
Keywords:
Club, Flirtatious, Fun, Party, Playful, Radio, Relationship, Romantic, Sexy, Street, Strip Club, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
120
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
She Gives It All
SHE GIVES IT ALL
CHORUS
She gives it all to me yeeaahhh
She gives it all to me every night
She gonna pour it all over her sweet sweet love
She gives it all to me from heaven above
VERSE 1
Stop that train hot like flame
Burn my brain walk that way
Shift stop roll with the wiggle in the spot
Stop rock whistle shell never be caught
By a player like me switch up my game get a fame degree
Sittin in the corner with a PHD
I see you have looked at me freeze flip
Move them lips bend over strip take em off them hips
Why waste your time with me cause girl I will
Shake that world lunatic to benefit
Politic I make it sick
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Raindrops don't stop hip hop
We caught like a shot goin off
I was hit this is it this it
Where'd it go in my hip that's hip
These thoughts in my head am I dead?
She spit words land like lead
Too good to be true play it cool
Not a fool im cool
Done with tricks im not slick don't trip
Don't rock don't flip come off it
Not a prophet
Drop profits don't stop it
More often than not
You make me stop make me rock
Drop top is on my brain
Little belly button drive a man insane
CHORUS
Baby come tell me secrets maybe
The we can freak it lazy fast slow oh good lord
Freak
Artist(s): St. John
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Richard Trapp (BMI) 50% / Steven Kyle Mack (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Alley, Barrio, Bouncy, City, Club, Dark, Drugs, Energetic, Ethnic, Exotic, Flirtatious, Freaky, Fun, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Good Time, Guns, Hot, Kinky, Laid Back, Mean, Middle Eastern, Party, Playful, Promo, Sexy, Sports, Street, Strip Club, Teen, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
96
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Freak
FREAK
CHORUS
Freak slow out of control
Bounce bounce and creep ya roll
Freaky funky like an animal
Gaze like a lazer on the dance floor
VERSE 1
Frequently we freak mc's that blows in the breeze from the west indies
Santeria mama mia my name is st.john let me tell ya little something
About my favorite position anytime I rock upon the microphone
Delicious souls quite nice my mind remains vicious
Nobody come test comin out of my lips watch a part
Of 'em flip see these particles rip don't start I'ma trip
This is part of my grip I hold the microphone like I got total control
Cause im sippin never trippin call me loco loco
Cause I got the need gotta need gotta feed them freaks indeed
Ya never heard me but ask Joey D hes like the king of kings
Hes got ridiculous rings ya never heard me but ask Joey D
CHORUS
VERSE 2
J to the O E to the Y diamonds so tight rock the Mic
Freak we keep beats run the streets
Shinin like from a mile away you can hear them say
GO DIAMONDS GO DIAMONDS
I got a soundtrack in my back pack
Walk slow cause I know youre feelin that
Turn the bass up almost get a heart attack
Id like to give a shout out my man budda black
L to the E to the G G O got the old school b-boy studio
We aint takin it back we so funky in fact
If you saw me on the street youd just have to laugh
Im a paradox like a 22 that you catch
If you really saw the stash then youd do the math
CHORUS
She Got It
Artist(s): Stella Mwangi
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Stella Nyambura Mwangi (TONO) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Dance, Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Bar, Celebrity, City, Club, Competition, Compton, Confident, Downtown, East LA, Energy, Fashion, Flirtatious, Gang, Ghetto, Girl's Night Out, Gritty, Groove, Hot, Miami, NYC, New York, Night Club, Paparazzi, Party, Positive, Radio, Rebellious, Red Carpet, Runway, Sexual, Sexy, South Central, Star, Street, Strip Club, Struggle, Style, Stylish, Territorial, Tough, Wild
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
140
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
She Got It
SHE GOT IT
Yeah the girl got it, I got it, some of them got it, some of them don't, I got it bad and I'm a tell the world about it
Whether you Asian or European,
American or African
That's African not Afri-can't, I tell 'em Yes I can!
Let you know where, where I'm coming from
Get to know me so you can know what I'm going for
Always standing up tall never laying low
Girls like me don't wait for your call, we-
We'll fin our way inn
Walk through no stumbling
If you wonder what's hot what's cooking now
Gotta be beats from Rumblin
And a girl so fly who you kidding
We be up at the top of the building
Elevating up to we on the next level
They wanna know about it so a girl tell them
Ain't suppose to rap cause am a woman
Do the thing I do, that takes two men
Oh yes the girl got it (and they wanna know about it)
Tell me bout a girl who you know flyer
Tell me bout a girl who got more fire
I know one I'll pass that by ya
Me! If it ain't you a liar liar
Cause your pants on fire
They don't believe you they won't buy it
Let me be me and do what I do be
Walk in my shoes you'll get too tired
So hey, we don't play
And they agree to what I say
On any day in any way we shine so bright we cannot fade
I'm coming back home, feeling like a heated stove
Some people still don't know (and they wanna know about it)
Bring it back no I ain't done with
Girls like me don't stop to we finish
So hitting on me please don't be silly
Your town too small to get at big city
Yeah yeah, the girl got it
Don't really take too much to spot it
Yeah yeah the girl got it
(And they wanna know about it)
Sex U
Artist(s): PeaceLove
Similar Tracks
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:
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
We Faded
Artist(s): St. John
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Richard Trapp (BMI) 50% / Steven Kyle Mack (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Alley, Barrio, Chill, City, Club, Cool, Cop Show, Crunk, Dark, Death, Dirty South, Drive By, Drugs, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, Mean, Ominous, Party, Prison, Scary, Shooting, Smooth, Sneaky, Southern, Street, Trippy, Urban, Vibe
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
94
Key:
G♯m/A♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
We Faded
WE FADED
Chorus
We faded rollin in the escaladed
We faded rollin with them crunked up ladies
Verse 1
We rollin deep and we downright nasty
Eyes all crooked and the fashion is ashy
Smoking on foot long blunts
Pullin stunts in the backseat
Tags on the whip say '83
I got aluminum fronts and I walk like a pimp
When you see me comin lights dim
Talking to a Mexican say you love
Them puerto Ricans 100%
Im here to freak em out they stash
I don't give up the cash
Got a big old burner underneath the dash
Loaded with a quick clip and them big mouth
Big talk suckas don't say ish
But im cool like the pillows of them eskimoes
Got to pull down low to drop the ride I smash toes
Style on pro
Hands on froze
Hand me the microphone in a b-boy pose
Chorus
Verse 2
Laser scope jump rope move pounds of dope
Its pathetic how the product in the hood is narcotics
Spot it and I gotta get it glove that the hand fit
Faded like a flat top legit
We in the spot lookin downright classy
Mama come and ask me clean or he nasty
Comin with his team lookin mean and flashy
Aint got a minute to admit it im a gangsta
Getting rid of competition in the battle c'mon
Getting 6 figures for this song
I aint worried bout nothing cause im faded
Youre whole style and your flow is outdated
Keeping it on point I be lovin them ladies
Rollin in a black 600 mercedes
Swerving like Mel did in Malibu
Sippin on rum I aint no bum
Chorus
Pull em out toast and I bang bang it
Got nothing on the books
(mumbles)
Upside Down
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1970s, Entertainment News, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Bouncy, Club, Cop Show, Energetic, Flirtatious, Fun, Funky, Good Time, Hot, Party, Playful, Relationship, Retro, Sexy, Teen, Upbeat, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
102
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Upside Down
UPSIDE DOWN
CHORUS
Everything goin upside down yeah
Everything goin upside down you know its gonn be all right
A new game
VERSE 1
Why ya wanna turn my whole world around
I was tryin I was dyin' wanna hear that sound
This is another day feel a ray of sunshine
Divine I wanna tell you everything on my mind
I got flipped started to trip started to slip
But that was way back in the day new tricks up my sleeve
Like you wouldn't believe I cant breathe baby down on my knees
On the streets
(givin it up party down) baby girl im all turned around
now im gonna play a whole new game
hey hey
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Beggin please baby please put my mind at ease
You know im done messin around with them young ladies
Need relief new peace new breeze in the trees
Jump jump bump bump party people want want
A new day new phrase new blaze hot
Dancefloor spot where I wanna work it out
Keep it crunk keep it gully with my little bitty filly
Keep a little silly now im on top of the world
(livin it up party down) yeah girl were gonna party down
CHORUS
VERSE 3
Look girl understand with the mic in my hand
Im a sky up light up the whole big city
Need a committee with fifty to let 'em know
I'm gritty I don't pity other people we are
Upside down in this round round world
I was lost now found got a pearl of a girl
Party people if ya feelin me now everybody scream
CHORUS
Let's Make Believe
Artist(s): Jayna
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
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
Jump She Jump
Artist(s): St. John
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Richard Trapp (BMI) 50% / Steven Kyle Mack (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Dancehall, Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Jamaican, Male Vocal, R&B, Rap, Reggae, Reggae Dance Hall, Reggaeton
Keywords:
Beach, Caribbean, Club, Dance, Flirtatious, Florida, Fun, Island, Kinky, Miami, Party, Playful, Promo, Radio, Sexy, South Beach, Sports, Spring Break, Street, Strip Club, Summer, Tough, Twisted
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
93
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Jump She Jump
Jump She Jump
Chorus
Jump she jump anytime
When we in the club and we feel the bassline
Bump he bump anytime
When he in the club and he feel the bassline
Verse 1
When me fly around the world
I spy upon them girls
Dip around the block opportunity come knock
Put em all in my limo and we takin it non stop
Dirty as she wanna be see her walkin down the street
Wonder if she tell me can we jump up jump up
Ask her what her name would be said you cant mess with me
Said maybe baby you shake and were gonna see
Sippin on straight hennessee
Rub a dub I got some love
When I freak her from behind
She fit me like a glove
Follow me follow me come and reach from above
Come to make the floor the ceiling shake
Motivate and twist upon the record like bump bump
If you workin 9 to 5 or doin dirt and then you drive
Makin it hard to stay alive we jump jump
Chorus
Verse 2
Me from London west end want a friend
Come in and pretend like they really makin ends
Got a fatter pocket meta4 know how to rock it
Come with me come with me
I got jump up for days mama need to get paid
Back of an escalade smoking hand rolled spliffs
I like the club dirty smoky Daniel jack the 5th
Insane when I spit the gift like you need a lift
Put your hands up make a 4 name is meta4
Came here to get raw so get on the floor
I like to get the whole joint jumpin jumpin
Thumpin thumpin like they say we need it crunk
Make my move and make you look
Got you starin at the floor and you shook shook
People let me tell you one time
West side east side cmon
Chorus
It's Gettin' Nasty
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Don Reynolds (ASCAP) 10% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Guerilla Funk Family Musicworx (ASCAP) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
2000s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Booty, Bump n Grind, Chaos, City, Clown Dancing, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Crunk, Dance, Dark, Deep South, Dirty, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, East LA, Energetic, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Krump, Krump Dancing, Krumping, Mean, Mug Shot, NYC, Nasty, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Party, Prison, Radio, Scary, Sexy, South Central, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Upbeat, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Guitar, Horns, Piano, Slide Guitar, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
97
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
It's Gettin' Nasty
It's Gettin' Nasty
Chorus
It's Gettin' Nasty
It's Gettin' Nasty
It's Gettin' Nasty in Here
We Gettin' Nasty
We Gettin' Nasty
It's Gettin' Nasty
It's Gettin' Nasty in Here
1st Verse
A brotha finally made to the weekend
I need a few freaks
It's been two weeks
Poured me a glass of Hen
And now we rollin', chokin' on dat Bluegrass
Puff and Pass boy!!!
Don't play with me
Dey been workin' me
Time to let my hair down
Now I'm pagin Chief
I know it's goin' down
"Where da broadies be?"
" I heard it's goin' down at Suga T's majorly!"
Please, be the right one baby!
All a playa need is one right laday
And a sack of dat Supa Kill
Lick a couple suckas, and peel, hit the motel
"Fool, get out the way!"
Now my boss is pagin' 911
"Not today"
Tonight I'm flying free
I'm on a Nasty Mission, Nasty Girls, Nasty No Inhibitions
Repeat Chorus
2nd Verse
Ooh I'm likin' this
Caught that herbal mist outside the backdoor
It's lookin' dangerous
Gave the codeword
She looked at my man and let us in
Homey's to the left dice jigglin'
Hold up dog, let me break these brothas
I'm causin' problems wit dey baby's mothers
I don't know what could be goin' on inside dey heads
Instead of buyin' diapers, "Dummies, give me dat bread!!"
Looked to the right, spotted baby in red
She licked her lips, rubbed her hips, and led
Me down a flight of stairs to a private room
She whispered in my ear "My name is Doo Yu Soon"
Are you serious
Her rump was so trunk, I was curious
I don't know where we was 'bout to go
But if she wanna get nasty, man I'm ready fo'sho'
Repeat Chorus
3rd Verse
So I'm on the couch and she's straddlin' me
A pretty pink thong on, I grabbed dem cheeks
Then she started doin' dat dirty dancin'
Flirtin' and jerkin',unzipped my pants man!
Ol' Girl, you doin' it
Anything I got, baby you could get
She put it in her hand and started massagin'
My stick was wider than a three-car-garage, then
She grabbed my hand
Gently put my fingers in her promised land
It was gushing, soon I was pushing
I had to pound her tooshing
And I soaked her bushing
Repeat Chorus
Hands Off
Artist(s): Suzie Rose
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Andrew Logan (BMI) 50% / Pamela P. Reswick (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 45% / Calamari Music (BMI) 5% / Squid Knees Music (ASCAP) 5%
Category:
Pop
Subcategories:
2000s, Entertainment News, Female Vocal, Instrumental, Pop, R&B, Rock
Keywords:
Attitude, Club, Confident, Dance, Energetic, Energy, Fashion, Fun, Groove, Harmonies, Jealous, Party, Red Carpet, Relationship, Runway, Sexy, Street, Strip Club, Strut, Style, Teen, Top 40, Tough, Upbeat, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Strings, Synthesizer
Year Recorded:
2000
BPM:
95
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Hands Off
HANDS OFF
Hey girl friend
I know what your eyes are doin'
Say girl friend
I know where your mind is movin'
Don't know why
You think his heart is yours for the askin'
Say goodbye
Cause you are not welcome at this party you're crashin'
Don't cha even think about it
Get a grip, better quit, get over it
Cause if you're even thinkin' about it
Read my lips
Hands off - look but don't touch
Back off cause you're pushin' it too much
Get off of your funky fantasy
Cause he belongs, he belongs to me
Hands off - I tell ya he's mine
Lay off - I'll warn ya for the last time
Stay off of my private property
Cause he belongs, he belongs to me
My girl friends
Are tellin' me what you been up to
Don't pretend
You're innocent - the end you've come to
How time flies
Better leave before your game gets played out
Say bye bye
Don't let the door hit you on your way out
Don't cha even think about it
Get a grip, better quit, get over it
Cause if you're even thinkin' about it
Read my lips
Hands off - look but don't touch
Back off cause you're pushin' it too much
Get off of your funky fantasy
Cause he belongs, he belongs to me
Hands off - I tell ya he's mine
Lay off - I'll warn ya for the last time
Stay off of my private property
Cause he belongs, he belongs to me
24/7
Artist(s): Suzie Rose
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Andrew Logan (BMI) 50% / Pamela P. Reswick (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 45% / Calamari Music (BMI) 5% / Squid Knees Music (ASCAP) 5%
Category:
Pop
Subcategories:
2000s, Entertainment News, Female Vocal, Instrumental, Pop, R&B
Keywords:
Bouncy, Club, Energetic, Fashion, Flirtatious, Fun, Funky, Good Time, Hot, Jealous, Party, Playful, Pulsing, Reassuring, Relationship, Retro, Rhythmic, Runway, Sexy, Style, Teen, Upbeat, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Strings, Synthesizer
Year Recorded:
2001
BPM:
94
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
24/7
24/7
Every time we're apart
Baby baby, that's when you start
Actin' crazy and losin' it
Ask what I'm doin' and who I'm doin' it with
Do I have to reassure you
That you're the only thing that's on my mind
That I'm givin' you every bit of my time
Baby, don't you trust me
You can rest easy tonight
I'm tellin' you everything is alright
Twenty-four hours a day
Thinkin' 'bout cha baby
All the crazy hours I keep
I still love you seven days a week
Twenty-four hours a day
You're in my heart baby
When we're apart you know it's true
Twenty four seven for you
You call my friends, you ask around
You're pagin' me all over town
You drive me crazy with your jealousy
Why you afraid of losin' me
Do I have to reassure you
There's only one place I'll be tonight
Only one guy who does it right
Baby don't you trust me
You don't have to hold so tight
I'm tellin' you everything is alright
Chorus
So you don't get to see me every minute of the day
That doesn't mean I'm not your baby
I got places to go and people to see
But you're the only one who gets next to me
Go Getta
Artist(s): Stella Mwangi
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Stella Nyambura Mwangi (TONO) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Dance, Electronica Dance Club House Trance, Entertainment News, Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Bar, Celebrity, City, Club, Competition, Compton, Confident, Downtown, East LA, Energy, Fashion, Flirtatious, Gang, Ghetto, Girl's Night Out, Gritty, Groove, Hot, Miami, NYC, New York, Night Club, Paparazzi, Party, Positive, Radio, Rebellious, Red Carpet, Runway, Sexual, Sexy, South Central, Star, Street, Strip Club, Struggle, Style, Stylish, Territorial, Tough, Wild
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
120
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Go Getta
GO GETTA
VERSE 1
No, I can not wait
When I see what I want, keep my head on straight
I gotta get going now, can't stay here
So I gotta let you know I ain't got no fear, cause
Ain't no mountain too high
I climb on it like that's my ride
Let me put my cape on my back
Let'em know that a girl got it down like that
I was, born in the village
Now look at her flying over big cities, really
Aiming after that mille
To hell what you say I gotta push it to the limit, limit
Is up to you if you in or not
But I'm, speeding up to the wheels gone drop
It doesn't seem you will see me later
I got to get going to the next, haters
CHORUS (2X)
Ain't staying here or there,
Don't think you will see me later
Ain't staying here or there,
Don't think you will see me later
Cause I'm that go getta
I gotta go get it
Yeah I'm that go getta
I gotta go get it
VERSE 2
I gotta go get it, punches I roll with it
Proud when I get to say, look ma your girl did it
No freebies, no handouts
Can't get what you want what you hand out
I grew up on hard work so I know better
Even as a brat dad called me a go getta
High risk no low better
Even hatters put their hands in the air at the show with her
Cause I'm cool like that
Do what I want break a rule like that
Can't hang around so I can't chit chat
Boy you gotta find a girl who is down with that
Cause I, work hard look fly at the same time
Spell who I am for ya and even the name rhymes
S-T-E-L-L-A
G-O-G-E-T-T-A
CHORUS (2X)
BRIDGE
I'm that G-O-G-E-T-T-A, A-A-A (2X)
G-O-G-E-T-T-A, A-A-A-A (2X)
CHORUS (2X)
You're Dangerous
Artist(s): PeaceLove
Similar Tracks
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:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B
Keywords:
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
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
114
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
You're Dangerous
YOU'RE DANGEROUS
You're a mystery to me girl
So intoxicating
My world is spinnin' 'round now
Someone please help me
The room is getting' hotter
Don't know how we met
Didn't mean to start a fire
Girl you make me sweat
CHORUS:
Girl you're dangerous
You're addicting me
Girl you're dangerous
It's way too much
You keep hitting on me
It's a crazy situation
Don't know up from down
Such a sexy invitation
Love the way it sounds
Yeah you're turning up the heat girl
And your body says go
Now I shouldn't say yes girl
But it's too hard to say no
CHORUS
Going Up Going Down
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Don Reynolds (ASCAP) 10% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Guerilla Funk Family Musicworx (ASCAP) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Entertainment News, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arrest, Barrio, Booty, Bump n Grind, City, Clown Dancing, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Crunk, Dance, Dark, Deep South, Dirty, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, Energetic, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Krump, Krump Dancing, Krumping, Mean, Mug Shot, NYC, Nasty, New York, Night Club, Party, Prison, Radio, Sexy, South Central, Streets, Strip Club, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Twerk, Upbeat, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
132
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Going Up Going Down
GOIN' UP GOIN' DOWN
Chorus
Goin' up – goin' down
Booty movin' all around
Git it lef, git it right
Grab a little piece 'n' hold it tite
Goin' up – goin' down
Booty movin' all around
Flash a fitty – watch her go
She's a nasty little HO.....
She goin' up -- she goin' down
She goin' up -- she goin' down
Verse 1
I know where I'd like to sit ya
Baddest B in da club and I gotta get wit ya
In da middle of the dance flo' prancin'
All da goons at the bar knockin' Hen shots glancin'
Let me tell you what I wanna do
Grab ya hips from the back- Booty Bouncin' Boo
Up and Down, Left to Right
I can see you wanna pop that thang tonight!
Drop it low and LOWER
Move it faster SLOWER
Baby freak dat beat petite, so sweet; don't mess wit me
I'll blow your back to the front- I'm out!
I'm back! Jigglin' 'til you shout
You got me reelin'
I'm feeling
Have you without a doubt...
Chorus
Verse 2
Gimme' sometin' I can work wit' shorty
"Snap your G-string?"..Ooh my Lordy!
Ya twistin', windin', 'n shakin'
Dem cheeks vibratin' then brakin'
I can see you wanna set dat suga free
No need'n fakin'
We can take a weekend make a motion picture
While we're makin'
Dem ooh! Aah! Sounds
You on my stripper pole sliddin' down
Onion so soft 'n supple
Frustrated?
Give me a couple
Suck sessions
Baby I'm guessin'
Got da buns? I'm a dog
Baby no stressin'
Come on we'll work it out
Have you without a doubt
Chorus
Bridge
We could speed in the Phantom down the highway
Bet I beat that bottom if you swing it my way
Plenty-inch cigar
Get it off so mean if you let me squeeze
Wanna take you home
Mami, I'm Papi
Shorty bend dem knees!!
Wiggle It Jiggle It
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Don Reynolds (ASCAP) 10% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 45%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Calamari Music (BMI) 45% / Guerilla Funk Family Musicworx (ASCAP) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Booty, Bump n Grind, Chaos, City, Clown Dancing, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Crunk, Dance, Dark, Deep South, Dirty, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, East LA, Energetic, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Krump, Krump Dancing, Krumping, Mean, Mug Shot, NYC, Nasty, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Party, Prison, Radio, Scary, Sexy, South Central, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Upbeat, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
101
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Wiggle It Jiggle It
WIGGLE IT JIGGLE IT
CHORUS
I love it when you wiggle it and jiggle it
U know I gotta get it
Oooh girl you making me horny
Tonight it's me and you shorty
I love it when they wigglin' and jigglin'
U know I wanna get it !
Can I get next to you hottie?
Rub hot oil all on yo' body?
VERSE 1
Hold up wait a minute
There some pieces up in the party
Time to get up in it
I like it when you move ya hips nice and slowly
Diamonds up in the bevel blind
I'm flashin' the Roly
Hey, Oooh!
Please excuse me mama
U lookin' good tonight
Me no want no drama
Move weight
Yeah I'm known in the Burroughs
Flip the stash 5 times a week
Made thorough
Whassup? Whatup Hun!
You seen me at the bar with a stack of hunds
All dem other dudes steady bumpin dey gums
You heard about the flow
Now you think I'm the one?
Only if you gonna gimme some lung!
Wit' ice cubes, let my brothers bounce on your tongue
You so petite
I'm tryna creep
What can I say?
Can I kiss ya booty dimples today?
CHORUS
VERSE 2
100 proof
The way you move dat thang
Baby you the truth
Ya need some new moves?
Suga, I could coach ya
I tried to told ya
Get tha picta
Mi la vida loca hey!
Da kitty's hot
Actin' like it's not
Now you got me on the flo'
Drop it like it's hot
Let me touch it
We can make it easy
Hit da coast in something pleasing breezy
Stop
Let me hold dem buns
Baby oil dem cheeks
We could have some fun
Roll around the suite
Episodes discreet
I'd like to break a sweat
Dancin' off our feet hey!
Come on, Come on
Get it, Get it
You worked to get me open
Baby you done did it!
You so petite
I'm tryna creep
Let's lose da clothes
Let me get it while you touchin' ya toes woo!!
BRIDGE
The way you move dat A@!
I'm feenin' for ya
-Move it for mami hey-
I'm checkin' for you
Nothin I won't do
The way you move that thang
I'm waitin' for ya
-move it for mami hey-
Girl you so lovely
Won't you just come with me!
CHORUS
What Up
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Calamari Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Bouncy, Club, Energetic, Flirtatious, Fun, Good Time, Hot, Old School, Party, Playful, Retro, Rowdy, Sexy, Teen, Upbeat, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
100
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
What Up
WHAT UP
CHORUS
What up lets rock this party
H2 limo and a case of Bacardi
Ladies in the back seat gonna act naughty
You know we rock the spot
What up get high supersonic
Me and the crew like to twist the chronic
2004 hip hop bionic
you know we rock the spot
VERSE 1
Turnin' it out in the club with Jamaican rub-a-dub
The ice from my neck reflects the bubbles from the bub
Strip off them clothes girl climb in the tub
Full body rub then it gets x-rated
Never kiss and tell gotta keep it understated understand
Im debated all around the world
Black skin white skin and Indian girls
Travellin' around and putting it down
Bein a clown makin the sounds
Too many people to put in equal stereo scenario
Why ya wanna be hater jealous of me
Don't think the game that comes with fame don't also
Come with envy
Gotta pay attention did I mention that its real
Come on everybody make em hot make em peel
Off come the tops man that's how im gonna steal
The ladies make em crazy gang star mass appeal
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Thinking about the rhythm keeping my seat in the middle
Two tender vittles to the right and the left
Holdin my breath that was the last hit left
Hookin up some more green and the branches
And bounce across the stanchions
Dreamin' about mansions time for expansions
Aint no way that we could ever roll with less than fifty
Plus we got the gift B makin people shifty
Party people pushin possibilities for me
Gimme the mic any night rock it right
Just to get a sight of me
Have to pay fifty G increase the artery
Like you won the lottery
Got these hotties with bodies
Beside of me thinking about is heavenly
Sheezy with the bubbly trying to get
In trouble see the only way ill ever be makin them hits
Make you party the crews about to get
CHORUS
WHOA OH WHOA OH WHOA OH
CHORUS
Three Strikes U Out
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Don Reynolds (ASCAP) 10% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 45%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Calamari Music (BMI) 45% / Guerilla Funk Family Musicworx (ASCAP) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Booty, Bump n Grind, Chaos, City, Clown Dancing, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Crunk, Dance, Dark, Deep South, Dirty, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, East LA, Energetic, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Krump, Krump Dancing, Krumping, Mean, Mug Shot, NYC, Nasty, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Party, Prison, Radio, Scary, Sexy, South Central, Street, Streets, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Upbeat, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
96
Key:
G
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Three Strikes U Out
THREE STRIKES U OUT
Chorus
One, Two, Three Strikes U Out!
Verse 1
Bread Winner
Dope Getter
No betta'
U betta'
Go getta'
Kevlar Sweater
If you think you gonna test my neezies?
Please these rounds 'll come whistlin' by like a freezing breeze
Ya breezy 'll be left without her baby's Deezy
Wit' ya grandmother on her knees pleading weakly!
You don't want it
Don't do it
It's a loser son
Ya plan 'll have me leanin' out the window dumpin'
Don't let ya mouth get you into something
You never could imagine
It ain't worth the funkin'
I stay heated
Don't make me make you eat it homey
The O.G. told me just to hussle it up
Be ready to bust!!
Too many thugs plottin' on my paper
I get that feelin'
I'll just take her... Ya Mom! Ya Girl!
Can't afford expensive friction
My twin Nines 'll have ya head in the wind twistin'!
Repeat Chorus
Looked up
Couldn't duck
Quick enough
It's tough tryna hussle me? What?
I keep the Quality connected
But if you disrespect
I'll let 'em fly free
"On your knees!"
So many casualties
You little wannabees
It's really best you be easy!
Don't believe fat meat's greasy?
When I turn da corner of ya block in black
Keed, me with three patnas and the AK Straps
Perhaps,
You'll remember the jewel
Blessed ya but you chose to ignore the schoolin'
Second strike homey and I wish you much luck
Believe me! The drama's so beneath me
Discreetly, I'm a end it all
Come and get it all
After all
You don't want to brawl
Mayhem 'til they all crawl!
That's a real Thug anthem
There ain't no talkin'
We just clap 'em!
Repeat Chorus
Vamp
You don't really want it
You don't really want it
You don't want it!
You don't want it with me
I'm a G for real
You don't really want it
You don't want it
You don't really want it
Ventilate ya brains
Burn ya house & peel!
You don't really want it
You don't really want it
You don't want it!
I know one thing, my heart ain't pumping
Koolaid, you minimum wage
Boy, wit' dis gauge
Come on out ya house!
It'll be ya last mistake Hey!
Spanish Fly
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Calamari Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Barrio, City, Club, Energy, Flirtatious, Ghetto, Hot, Laid Back, Latin, Mexican, Playful, Relationship, Romantic, Sensual, Sexy, Soulful, Spanish, Street, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Keyboard, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
93
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Spanish Fly
SPANISH FLY
CHORUS
Senorita I treat ya like my Spanish fly
Listen to my rhythm and youll never ask why
Ladies be talkin trash you know that they lie
You know its just my flow that be getting them high
Senorita I treat ya like my Spanish fly
Listen to my rhythm and youll never ask why
Senorita (Seniorita)
My Spanish fly (My Spanish fly)
VERSE 1
Do that slow walk down the middle of the catwalk
Caught locked I been seeking exactly that
She was fly with the Spanish maybe she can manage
Don't forget the damage she did to other rockers
See you peeking around the corners at my shows on the low
Does he really lay 'em play 'em to extremes in the evening
While out the club pull a piece while he's leaving?
Hell yeah don't listen to the people pullin propaganda policies
Just holla please and follow these tendencies to get with me
Yes I am a mystery yes I have a history
Yes I get the best of everything
Why should you get with me?
You'd look good and I'd look good with double 760's
You comin with your own dough so I know respects shown
Blown the way cash should be blown
CHORUS
VERSE 2
When I know that youre at my home
All alone sittin by the telephone getting stoned
I make you moan fittin' in positions that you've never been shown
Sittin and listenin to Nina Simone talkin' philosophically
The seed has been sown hittin knockin knees
Baby please in the zone if were just together for one night that's allright
But those people who were talking smack before say
You look tight makes me want to sneak out in the middle of the night
Your body with no clothes lord knows what a sight
Im imagining things that are already happening
It's crazy in this world of mad money mad shows mad hoes
And the rest man you know how it goes
CHORUS
My senorita you know I need ya
Just meet me later you know ill freak ya
Lost My Mind
Artist(s): St. John
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Richard Trapp (BMI) 50% / Steven Kyle Mack (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Alley, Barrio, Chill, City, Club, Cool, Cop Show, Crunk, Dark, Death, Dirty South, Drive By, Drugs, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, Mean, Ominous, Party, Prison, Scary, Shooting, Smooth, Sneaky, Southern, Street, Trippy, Urban, Vibe
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Synthesizer
BPM:
92
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Lost My Mind
LOST MY MIND
CHORUS
I done lost my mind lord can you help me find it
Get down down come and turn around (repeat)
VERSE
With the.44 come through the door get dough
Snatch ends like a fiend know what I mean
Serpentine dreams my whole team seen things
You wouldn't believe jail tat's on the sleeve
Smuggling drugs in cavities these thugs be jugglin'
Hustling talking about pimps with bricks in the back
Of the whip I think quick in my mind so sick
That they wanna lock me up give me medicine
Like im a veteran seeing things I hallucinate
About plates made of platinum and I flatten them with flows
And I love those hoes where my nose goes lead me to the rainbow
Pot 'o gold bend down touch ya toes
But ya cannot hear me though
I love playa haters im ya mind invader
CHORUS
VERSE 2
I lost my train of thought it jumped the tracks jump back
Semi-automatic in the hands of a lunatic
Spittin counterfeit mamuscripts im poundin fists
Reading all them lyin lips I used to say stack chips but its played out like space ships
Old like them flows don't they know im low pro
I sneak no doz on the way to poconos
Smoking those sticky elbows drinkin mickeys with a straw
Quick on the draw smoke pall malls climb walls stand tall
If you can even stand at all im so close to an overdose in Soho
Fond foes and I make em witness im takin care of business
Im writin up a hit list sofit this bullet proof vest real close to ya chest
I hold a dart against ya neck and make ya hold ya breath
My best friend my homepiece my man is death
No time left no time for them threats this time
Ima get mine ima drink mad wine in the summertime
Im alive like theres 5 minutes left
CHORUS
Follow BTM on