Tracks Similar To Bottle Champagne
Roll With 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, Baltimore Club, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Jersey Club, Male Vocal, NOLA Bounce, New Orleans Bounce, Old School Rap, Rap
Keywords:
B-boy, B-girl, Bold, Booty, Bravado, Breakbeat, Breakdancing, Crunk, Dance Competition, Dirty, Dirty South, Energetic, Gritty, Hyphy, Party, Raucous, Raw, Retro Feel, Rowdy, Stutter Edits, Throwback Sound, Twerk
Instruments:
Drums, Horns, Scratches
BPM:
105
Key:
N/A
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Roll With It
Roll With It
watch out, watch out, watch out
watch out, watch out, watch out
watch out, watch out, watch out
watch out, (stutter) watch out
roll with it, left to right
let me see you roll with it, left to right
c'mon roll with it, left to right
let me see you roll with it, left to right
shake it all day, shake it all night
shake it to the left and shake it to the right
shake it all day, shake it all night
shake it to the left and shake it to the right
break it down (stutter sequence)
break it down, girl, break it down
break it down, girl, break it down
break it down, girl, break it down
break it down, girl, break it down
break it down (stutter sequence)
set it off, set it off, set it off
set it off, finna light the fuse
set it off, set it off, set it off
set it off, finna light the fuse
watch out now, y'all been warned
work that twerk popping like popcorn
watch out now, y'all been warned
work that twerk popping like popcorn
work that twerk (stutter sequence)
roll with it, left to right
let me see you roll with it, left to right
c'mon roll with it, left to right
let me see you roll with it, left to right
shake it all day, shake it all night
shake it to the left and shake it to the right
shake it all day, shake it all night
shake it to the left and shake it to the right
roll with it(stutter sequence)
Wiggle And Drop 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, Baltimore Club, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Jersey Club, Male Vocal, NOLA Bounce, New Orleans Bounce, Old School Rap, Rap
Keywords:
B-boy, B-girl, Bold, Booming, Booty, Bravado, Breakbeat, Breakdancing, Cool, Crunk, Dance, Dance Competition, Dirty South, Gritty, Hyphy, Money, Party, Raucous, Raw, Rowdy, Stutter Edits, Swagger, Throwback Sound, Twerk
Instruments:
DJ Scratches, Drums, Horn Stabs, Turntables
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
100
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Wiggle And Drop It
wiggle it, let it drop, let it drop
c'mon wiggle it, let it drop, let it drop
wiggle it, let it drop, let it drop
c'mon wiggle it, let it drop, let it drop
let it drop (vocal stutter)
wiggle it, let it drop, drop it down (vocal stutter)
wiggle it, wiggle it
let it drop down
wiggle it, wiggle it
let it drop
wiggle it, wiggle it
let it drop down
wiggle it, wiggle it
let it drop
Chorus
wiggle and you drop it and you wiggle and you drop it
wiggle and you drop it and you wiggle and you drop it
wiggle and you drop it and you wiggle and you drop it
come and get it, come and get it,
come and come and get it get it
Verse 2
take it to the top, let it roll, let it roll down
take it to the top, let it roll, let it roll down
take it to the top, put it up, let it roll down
take it to the top, gotta show'em how it go down
let it roll down (vocal stutter)
take it to the top, shake it down on the pole
take it to the top, shake it down on the pole
take it to the top, shake it down on the pole
down on the pole, down down on the pole
down on the pole (vocal stutter)
Chorus
wiggle and you drop it and you wiggle and you drop it
wiggle and you drop it and you wiggle and you drop it
wiggle and you drop it and you wiggle and you drop it
come and get it, come and get it,
come and come and get it get it
Verse 3
put the arch in your back, baby don't hold back
put the arch in your back, baby don 't hold back
put the arch in your back, baby don't hold back
put the arch in your back, baby don't hold back
gottem saying what's that, it's the big booty clap
gottem saying what's that, it's the big booty clap
gottem saying what's that, it's the big booty clap
big booty, big booty, big booty clap
it's the big, the big, the big, big booty clap
it's the big, the big, the big, big booty clap
it's the big, the big, the big, big booty clap
it's the big booty clap (vocal stutter)
smack it up, smack it up, smack it up, smack it up
if you got that big booty smack it up
back it up, back it up, back it up, back it up,
if you got that big booty back it up
Chorus
wiggle and you drop it and you wiggle and you drop it
wiggle and you drop it and you wiggle and you drop it
wiggle and you drop it and you wiggle and you drop it
come and get it, come and get it,
come and come and get it get it
Outro
let it roll down (vocal stutter)
wiggle it, let it drop, drop it down (vocal stutter)
wiggle and you drop it and you wiggle and you drop it
wiggle and you drop it and you wiggle and you drop it
wiggle and you drop it and you wiggle and you drop it
come and get it, come and get it,
come and come and get it get it
Work 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, NOLA Bounce, New Orleans Bounce, Old School Rap
Keywords:
B-boy, B-girl, Bold, Bravado, Breakbeat, Breakdancing, Cool, Crunk, Hyphy, Money, Party, Stutter Edits, Swagger, Throwback Sound, Twerk
Instruments:
DJ Scratches, Drums, Turntables
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
102
Key:
N/A
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Work It
WORK IT
CHORUS 1 (2X)
work it like you wanna hurt it,
work it like you wanna hurt it, oh
work it like you wanna hurt it,
work it, let's go, let's go
CHORUS 2
bring it down to the floor
down, down to the floor
down to the floor
down, down to the floor,
bring it down to the floor
down, down to the floor
whoa, whoa, whoa whoa
CHORUS 3 (2X)
show me what you got, what you got, huh
come and show me what you what you got, ladies
show me what you got, what you got, huh
come and show me what you what you got, get crazy
CHORUS 4 (2X)
back to the front, bring it back to the front
back to the front, bring it back to the front
back to the front, bring it back to the front
tell me what you want, tell me tell me what you want
CHORUS 1 (2X)
work it like you wanna hurt it,
work it like you wanna hurt it, oh
work it like you wanna hurt it,
work it, let's go, let's go
Gimme Dat Money
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, NOLA Bounce, New Orleans Bounce, Old School Rap
Keywords:
B-boy, B-girl, Bold, Bravado, Breakbeat, Breakdancing, Cool, Crunk, Hyphy, Money, Party, Stutter Edits, Swagger, Throwback Sound, Twerk
Instruments:
DJ Scratches, Drums, Turntables
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
102
Key:
N/A
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Gimme Dat Money
GIMME DAT MONEY
CHORUS 1 (2X)
Don't you ever come short with the money
Don't you ever come short with the bread
Don't you ever come short with the money
Don't you ever come short with the bread
CHORUS 2 (2X)
Ya better work it out, work it out, work it out
Work it out, work it out, work it out, work it out
CHORUS 3 (2X)
Hold it back, we ain't never hold it back
Hold it back, we ain't never hold it back
Hold it back, we ain't never hold it back
Hold it back, we ain't never hold it back
CHORUS 4
Let it go, let it go, let it go
Let it go, let it go, let it go
Let it go, let it go, let it go
Let it go, let it go, let it go
CHORUS 5
Roll it back
Put the money upfront
Roll it back
Put the money upfront
Roll it back
Put the money upfront
Roll it back
Put the money upfront
CHORUS 6
The ten and the twenty and the fifty dollar bills
The ten and the twenty and the fifty dollar bills
The ten and the twenty and the fifty dollar bills
The ten and the twenty and the fifty dollar bills
CHORUS 7
Got a lotta bills, ten dollar bills,
Twenty dollar bills and the fifty dollars
Got a lotta bills, ten dollar bills,
Twenty dollar bills and the fifty dollars
CHORUS 8
Hundred dollar bills in a big fat stack
Hundred dollar bills in a big fat stack
Hundred dollar bills in a big fat stack
Hundred dollar bills in a big fat stack
Make It Boom
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Baltimore Club, EDM, Footwork, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Jersey Club, Juke, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
B-boy, B-girl, Bold, Breakbeat, Breakdancing, Chicago, Dance Competition, Electronic, Energetic, Frantic, Ghetto Tech, Gritty, Party, Raucous, Raw, Restless, Rowdy, Step, Stutter Edits
Instruments:
Electronic Drums, Electronic Percussion
BPM:
160
Key:
N/A
Tempo:
Fast/Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Make It Boom
Make It Boom
Make it boom (stutter sequence)
Stone cold rocking make it boom (stutter sequence)
Can't Handle This
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Baltimore Club, EDM, Footwork, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Jersey Club, Juke, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
B-boy, B-girl, Bold, Breakbeat, Breakdancing, Chicago, Dance Competition, Electronic, Energetic, Frantic, Ghetto Tech, Gritty, Party, Raucous, Raw, Restless, Rowdy, Stutter Edits
Instruments:
Electronic Drums, Electronic Percussion
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
160
Key:
N/A
Tempo:
Fast/Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Can't Handle This
Can't Handle This
Hit you over the head (stutter sequence)
Can't handle this (stutter sequence)
Shake That Booty
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, Comedy, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Miami Bass, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Alcohol, Bedroom, Bold, Booty, Bravado, Comedy, Crude, Dance Floor, Desire, Dirty, Florida, Frat, Freewheeling, Funny, Girls, Hot, Loose, Miami, Nasty, Party, Porn, Posse, Raucous, Raunchy, Rowdy, Rude, Sexual, Southern, Strip Club, Twerk, Vulgar, Wild
Instruments:
Drums, Guitar, Synths
BPM:
132
Key:
A♯m/B♭m
Tempo:
Fast/Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Shake That Booty
Shake it up, got me excited
back it up, I wanna bite it
rub it down, I can't fight it
smack it around, I know you like it
Gve me a chance, let me hit it
long stroke get down to bidness
bring your friends, they can witness
let's rock right now, I know you with it
Ya best not front cuz I got the dough
throw 10's and 20's at the pole
I need 5 booties, in a row
and I don't throw money til you bounce it low
Shake, that booty, booty,
shake, that booty, girl
shake, that booty, booty,
shake, that booty, girl
If you want the booty get your money get your money up
if you want the booty get your money get your money up
if you want the booty get your money get your money up
if you want the booty get your money up
I feel lucky like a four leaf clover
every time I see you bend over
we could have fun, you got me sprung
wanna put my lollipop on your tongue
If you got a booty, let's see you move it
if you a freak, you gots to prove it
y'already know that I'm a freak
y'all can jump on my physique
No not one, need 2 or 3
a little menage ain't new to me
look at my zipper I'm hot for you
now tell me what I gots to do
Bubble Butt
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, Comedy, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Miami Bass, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Alcohol, Bedroom, Bold, Booty, Bravado, Comedy, Crude, Dance Floor, Desire, Dirty, Florida, Frat, Freewheeling, Funny, Girls, Hot, Loose, Miami, Nasty, Party, Porn, Posse, Raucous, Raunchy, Rowdy, Rude, Sexual, Southern, Strip Club, Twerk, Vulgar, Wild
Instruments:
Drums, Guitar, Synths
BPM:
129
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Fast/Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Bubble Butt
You got that bubble butt
You bustin' out your dress
let me be your necklace
diving down your breasts
mtorboating I'm breathless
drive me crazy the way you pump it
junk in the trunk lemme see you dump it
back it up, that's a wide load
see your booty from the front, oh my god
hide the bone that's doggy style
get busy in a bronco, buck wild
I don't flirt, I grab that skirt
smack that booty then I go to work
You got that bubble butt, that bubble butt, yeah that's what's up
bubble butt, that bubble butt, can't get enough of that
bubble butt, that bubble butt, that's wha'ts up
bubble butt, that bubble butt, can't get enough
Pop, that bubble butt, pop, pop, that bubble butt
pop, that bubble butt, pop, pop, that bubble butt
pop, that bubble butt, pop, pop, that bubble butt
pop, that bubble butt, pop, pop, that bubble butt
"pop that bubble butt" (DJ Scratch)
You so hot, you make chocolate melt
rub that booty on my belt
nah, I ain't too proud to be beg
please oh please lemme stretch your legs
cock it up, then slide up in it
ya gots to say my name, when I hit it
from the back and from the side
grab your hips we're gonna slip and slide
slow stroke but I'll lose control
if see that cinammon roll
I don't flirt, I grab that skirt
smack that booty then I go to work
Pull Your Panties
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, Comedy, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Miami Bass, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Bedroom, Bold, Bravado, Comedy, Dirty, Funny, Miami, Nasty, Party, Porn, Posse, Raucous, Rowdy, Rude, Sexual, Strip Club, Vulgar
Instruments:
Electric Guitar, Electronic Drums, Scratches
BPM:
120
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Pull Your Panties
CHORUS:
Pull your panties to the side
Panties to the side
Pull your panties to the side
Saddle up we bout to ride
You don't know what I got in store
Lights are out I hit it raw
I know that booty like a road map
Like the back of my hand when I give it a slap
I love it when it jiggle like Jell-O
Stick my spoon in, your face in the pillow
Gotta say hello, girls say hi
I'm that type of guy to rub on your thigh
Your booty off the hook like a dial tone
Then we get gone, maybe take you home
I want sex not making love
If you know how to work it I can break you off
On the kitchen sink, then on the sofa
You've heard from your friends I'm a long stroker
CHORUS
Pull it, pull it, pull it
Pull it to the side
Girl you know that I'm all that
So come here grind on my lap
Write your number on the bra strap
When the booty call you better call back
I won't beg I won't say please
Either spread those legs or get on your knees
In no time you'll be in ecstasy
You'll even get wet standing next to me
You can bet that when it comes to sex
Better get a grip, slippery when wet
Show me how horny, you can get
And I might break you off, but won't break a sweat
I'm the real deal yes the real McCcoy
I'll get you off you don't need a toy
I make the bed bounce, squeaky noise
When I get in it like a hemorrhoid
Take It Higher
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Pop
Subcategories:
1990s, Dance, Dance Pop, Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Adrenaline, B-boy, B-girl, Braggadocious, Bravado, Breakdancing, Cool, Dance Club, Dance Party, Driving Beat, Empowerment, Energetic, Excitement, Funky, Groovy, Hard Working, Hyped Up, Independent, Moving Forward, Overcoming Obstacles, Positive Attitude, Promo, Pumped Up, Quirky, Retro Feel, Rowdy, Swagger, Taking Chances, Taking Control, Throwback Sound
Instruments:
Agogo Bells, DJ Scratches, Drums, Electric Bass, Electric Guitar, Saxophone, Shaker, Trumpet, Vibraslap, Whistle
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
120
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Take It Higher
TAKE IT HIGHER
VERSE 1
Get down, down to business
Dig it, but never ditches
Come get with this, and bear witness
Bite more than you can chew, no limits
Gonna make you move, nothing to lose
Nothing to prove,
Just be enthused, lose yourself
Put the hesitation on the shelf
CHORUS
Let's take it higher, baby
Let's take it higher, baby
Let's take it higher, baby
Let's take it higher, baby
VERSE 2
In a daze, in a maze
On your own path there ain't no race
'Cause I'm, on a wave, go with the flow
Break a leg, getting on with the show
Cuz it don't stop, ain't finished yet
It's getting so hot, ain't breaking a sweat
It's the underdog, I'll take that bet
'Cause I hit them with something they'll never forget
CHORUS
VERSE 3
I don't need to say nothing too bragadocious
See the way I walk, that tell'em who the most is
If you didn't know this, rhythm hypnosis
Put a curve in your back like scoliosis
Lover not a fighter when I strike them poses,
Notice when I let it bubble like sodas,
Let's go, take it to the top
It goes pop, right when the beat drop
CHORUS
Stompin' Thru
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1990s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Underground Rap
Keywords:
Attitude, Boisterous, Bold, Boom Box, Braggadocious, Bravado, Cocky, Confident, Cool, East Coast, Edgy, Energetic, Golden Age, Good Times, Groovy, Old School, Party, Playful, Raw, Retro, Rowdy, Sexual, Street, Swagger, Throwback
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Horns, Piano, Scratches
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
95
Key:
N/A
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Stompin' Thru
VERSE 1
Fee fie foe fum, stomping through the slums
Here I come, here I come, grabbing up your crumbs
Diggin' in your pockets, bread in your baskets
I gotta have it, getting mines is a habit
Running up in your space, spitting in your face like mace
I got the flavour, they want a taste
I don't give a what what what
Try to step up and get buck buck buck
Press your luck, run up try to take what I got
I got burners that stay hot
I guarantee, I got what you need
Ain't nothing free, I got mouths to feed
That's me, myself and I, the trinity
Raw and uncut, that's how I really be
Straight up and down, what you see is what you get
You can bet that's a promise and a threat
CHORUS
We stompin' through, coming for you
And you, and you, and you, and you
(4X)
BRIDGE
(Indeterminable Lyrics)
VERSE 2
Chop up and roll up the cabbage, puff it and
Pass it, under pressure, blow a gasket
Steaming, while I'm schemin' the next plot
Locking down the whole block make it burning hot
Rush the spot, the whole squad hungry
We going out for the stash, run the jewels and money
Ain't nothing funny, my fingerprint's grungy
And crazy, might even bungee jump with a bungee
And still bounce back, give you a smack
Reload and clack, clack, clack, lay you flat
Straight up and down, what you see is what you get
You can bet that's a promise and a threat
CHORUS
Going Up Going Down
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Don Reynolds (ASCAP) 10% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Guerilla Funk Family Musicworx (ASCAP) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
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
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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
Three Strikes U Out
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
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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!
It's Gettin' Nasty
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Don Reynolds (ASCAP) 10% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Guerilla Funk Family Musicworx (ASCAP) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
2000s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Booty, Bump n Grind, Chaos, City, Clown Dancing, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Crunk, Dance, Dark, Deep South, Dirty, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, East LA, Energetic, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Krump, Krump Dancing, Krumping, Mean, Mug Shot, NYC, Nasty, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Party, Prison, Radio, Scary, Sexy, South Central, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Upbeat, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Guitar, Horns, Piano, Slide Guitar, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
97
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
It's Gettin' Nasty
It's Gettin' Nasty
Chorus
It's Gettin' Nasty
It's Gettin' Nasty
It's Gettin' Nasty in Here
We Gettin' Nasty
We Gettin' Nasty
It's Gettin' Nasty
It's Gettin' Nasty in Here
1st Verse
A brotha finally made to the weekend
I need a few freaks
It's been two weeks
Poured me a glass of Hen
And now we rollin', chokin' on dat Bluegrass
Puff and Pass boy!!!
Don't play with me
Dey been workin' me
Time to let my hair down
Now I'm pagin Chief
I know it's goin' down
"Where da broadies be?"
" I heard it's goin' down at Suga T's majorly!"
Please, be the right one baby!
All a playa need is one right laday
And a sack of dat Supa Kill
Lick a couple suckas, and peel, hit the motel
"Fool, get out the way!"
Now my boss is pagin' 911
"Not today"
Tonight I'm flying free
I'm on a Nasty Mission, Nasty Girls, Nasty No Inhibitions
Repeat Chorus
2nd Verse
Ooh I'm likin' this
Caught that herbal mist outside the backdoor
It's lookin' dangerous
Gave the codeword
She looked at my man and let us in
Homey's to the left dice jigglin'
Hold up dog, let me break these brothas
I'm causin' problems wit dey baby's mothers
I don't know what could be goin' on inside dey heads
Instead of buyin' diapers, "Dummies, give me dat bread!!"
Looked to the right, spotted baby in red
She licked her lips, rubbed her hips, and led
Me down a flight of stairs to a private room
She whispered in my ear "My name is Doo Yu Soon"
Are you serious
Her rump was so trunk, I was curious
I don't know where we was 'bout to go
But if she wanna get nasty, man I'm ready fo'sho'
Repeat Chorus
3rd Verse
So I'm on the couch and she's straddlin' me
A pretty pink thong on, I grabbed dem cheeks
Then she started doin' dat dirty dancin'
Flirtin' and jerkin',unzipped my pants man!
Ol' Girl, you doin' it
Anything I got, baby you could get
She put it in her hand and started massagin'
My stick was wider than a three-car-garage, then
She grabbed my hand
Gently put my fingers in her promised land
It was gushing, soon I was pushing
I had to pound her tooshing
And I soaked her bushing
Repeat Chorus
Hot In The Club
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:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Booty, Bump n Grind, Chaos, City, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Crunk, Dance, Dark, Dirty, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, East LA, Energetic, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, 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:
Bm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Hot In The Club
HOT IN THE CLUB
CHORUS
Hot in the club yeah
Up in the club little drugs little love
Make it shine from above drink a little henny
Move that fanny outstanding
Im inside while you still in line
VERSE 1
Im holding hands with this divine thing
I think she make my mind sing
Yo we in a see through bathroom
Quick lock the door
Never seen a body like that before
Make me want to run home write metaphors
See we been doin it in the club since 94
This is a hip hop stick up sick put ya hands up
Wave em in the air like ya just got out of lock up
We walk up with 50 bouncers look shifty
Get ya hands out ya pocket quick kid
I saw ya hide those little diamonds
When you see my eyes shinin
Straight from Long Island better not look at the god
Now smiling okay okay
CHORUS
Hot in the club a little drugs little love
Make it shine from above
Drink a little henny move that fanny outstanding
Im inside while you still in line
VERSE 2
Ok ok I didn't bring no AK
Time to pop a hundred dollar sparkles
Yo pour in the chambord
I drove the LamborGhini here
But I think im leavin with that little teeny here
She whisperin good things in my ear
Oh my god say it out loud it sounds scandalous
Throw me off balance like bad drugs
We aint mad thugs we just come here to party
I like to sip cognac I don't drink Bacardi
Speakin of which lets switch seats I got to roll up a philly
Let the club feel the heat spread ya legs out
Move that ass move ya feet
CHORUS
Cocked And Loaded
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
2000s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Booty, Bump n Grind, Chaos, City, Clown Dancing, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Crunk, Dance, Dark, Deep South, Dirty, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, East LA, Energetic, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Krump, Krump Dancing, Krumping, Mean, Mug Shot, NYC, Nasty, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Party, Prison, Radio, Scary, Sexy, South Central, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Upbeat, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
116
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Cocked And Loaded
Cocked & Loaded
Chorus
Come on come on - I'm cocked and loaded
Come on come on - I'm cocked and loaded
Don't keep me waitin' - - I'm 'bout to explode
I'm cocked and loaded - -cocked and loaded
Repeat 1X
Verse 1
I see you want me lady
Girl I'll rock you crazy
Girl you know I love you so bootyliscious
Mesmerize wit a walk so viscous, delicious
Top of my wish list
You see dese bills so crispy
Ain't seen you in a while- You Miss Me?
U know what I wanna do
And I know you wanna do it too baby!
You saw me roll up in the black best
'member when I put those hickies on your chest
I remember how we used to do
'member when came home from schoo'- when you came through!
Then I blew your back out
And then you blew my brains out
Girl you looking so good tonight
Let's take the same route
Me and you face down on the couch
Repeat Chorus
Verse 2
Ooooh! It's still like dat?
Still like it when I grip dat fat?
I gotta big bone to bury
That Brazilian on them lips is down right scary
Still taste like honey
It's all hot, drop, pop, stop running!
I know it feels real good!
Bite ya lip when you grip
Take this wood
You so grown and creamy
Had to grab ya hair
Moaning, Screaming
10 minutes in, both beaming
It's steaming
An hour later, I'm leaning
An hour later, know what I'm thinking?
I'm COCKED AGAIN AND TWEAKING!
Let me move it side-to-side, in-and-out, find ya G-spot
Tap it till it's LEAKING!
Repeat Chorus
Vamp
I'm comin' in the back do'
Gonna give it to you like you really want it baby
I'm comin' in the back do'
Gonna give it to you like you really want it baby
There's sweat drippin on the flo'
It's so Hot in here
It's so Hot
I'm comin' in the back do'
It's so Hot in Here
Don't Stop
Don't Stop
Don't Stop
Don't Stop
I'm so cocked!
Booty Shakin'
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
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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, Gypsy, Jail, Krump, Krump Dancing, Krumping, Mean, Mid East, Middle Eastern Influence, 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, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
96
Key:
G
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Booty Shakin'
Booty Shakin'
Chorus
Get ya booty shakin'
Drop ya A to Floor
Shake ya Money Maker
Till I'm ready to Blow
Repeat 1X
Verse 1
Shake it, shake it, shake it
But baby don't break it, break it, break it
Oh my God I love to see you naked
I can't take it
Ya' let me put my hands on ya hips and now I'm snake bit
You need to quit
Make me wanna strip
I can imagine both our bodies drippin'
When I watch ya' booty dip I'm trippin'
Schemin' on how I'm gonna slip in
Make ya hips bend
I'm behind ticklin'
Ya pearl
Wit my stick in
We both grinnin'
The room's spinnin'
You know what you do
How you do
When you do that thang
Make me wanna buy you a rang!
Duckin my gang
The way you make my thang sang
I'd win a grammy category sprung
Got me in shower hung waitin' to plunge
Girl you da' one!
Uh Oooooh!
Homey there she go
Twirlin' on the danceflo'
Wit a rump deluxe
U see why I'm always in the cut smashin' it up?
Repeat Chorus
Verse 2
Girl it ain't fair how you do that there
Everybody starin'
Wit dem tight pants dat you wearin', ya chil'ren
Had to be fun to make
I'm dreamin' of missionary nights grippin' dem cakes
For goodness sakes
Could you give a young brotha a break
Better yet, give a brotha a taste
Put ya lips on my face wit haste!
Let me fill up ya space
Undeniably you one of the greats, what would it take?
I appreciate ya!
U got every dude sittin' up in da club
Wit da bitter beer face
But you know they scrubs
Yet you showin' me love
Let's raise up
We can do it in the tub
Hot oil body rubs
Shake it, shake it
Wherever you move, I'll take it, take it!
Girl you ain't heard?
I can run a thousand miles
Especially when I'm runnin'.... FROGGYSTYLE!!
Repeat Chorus
Vamp
"Bump, Bump, Bump, Bump"
I love the way ya booty's shakin' baby!
"Bump Bump, Bump, Bump"
You drivin' me crazy girl
"Bump, Bump"
Ya' waist is thin
Wit dem nice thick thighs
You can forget all dem other guys
You know dem chump's little willies won't fly!
Playin' Dirty
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
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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, 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, 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:
85
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Playin' Dirty
PLAYIN' DIRTY
Chorus
Playin' Dirty
When we ridin'
Playin' Dirty
When we clubbin'
Playin' Dirty
We be comin'
Playin' Dirty
C'mon
Verse 1
Po-Po's always tryna catch us ridin' dirty
What's up derty?
It's time to flip this birdie
Columbian stacks in the safe
We tryna make a bundle add the bakin'soda to it den you shake it
After you chop and separate it
You' ridin' dubs thru the town
Let the suckas hate it!
Associates in every state
But be careful cause the streets is watchin' all the money that you make, wait!!
We Bossin'
Don't get it twisted when we flossin'
We'll take it to the mats
We love to hear the sounds of the muzzle crack
Boy you don't want that
We'll pop the trunk and twist your cap back
We countin' money like the NASDAQ – it's too much
We keep the baddest broads – for two months
We been lounging down by the water in San Drope
Rubbin' on big booties
That's how big boys play hey!
Repeat Chorus
Verse 2
When it's mission time
There ain't a lot of barkin'
We get on our grind
A couple blunts we get to sparkin'
Our intelligence is better than the CIA
Assets watchin' your everymove, everyday
When it's time to launch the attack
I carry the MAC
Budda got the AK and we both wearin' black
We creep real slow
Before you know it
You feeling like you floatin'- the world receding below, it's
Not a dream
Boy you've passed away
My motto's "Best ya pull it, instead of taking a bullet!"
So you little rat punks get it straight
We the grimiest click no mistake
Homey take ya time and get ya weight up
You tryna come for mine?
Have you lost your mind?
Betta ask somebody,boy I run this city
Another young G gone what a pity!
Repeat Chorus
Vamp
GUNS!
We got mo guns than a little bit
DRUGS!
We move it in and out, boy we flip a grip!
WAR!
If you really want to test our menace
All I gotta do is give 'em the word- you' finished!
GUNS!
We got mo guns than a little bit
DRUGS!
We move it in and out, boy we flip a grip!
WAR!
If you really want to test our menace
We'll wipe y'all all out it's a dirty business!
Repeat Chorus
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
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!")
Get Your Party On
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Electronica, Entertainment News, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Barrio, Booty, Bump And Grind, City, Clown Dancing, Club, Compton, Crunk, Dance, Deep South, Downtown, Drugs, East LA, Energetic, Energy, Ghetto, Kinky, Krump, Krump Dancing, Krumping, Miami, NYC, Nasty, Neo Electro, New York, Night Club, Party, Pole Dancing, Radio, Sexual, Sexy, South Central, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Tough
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
120
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Get Your Party On
GET YOUR PARTY ON
Chorus
Get ya party on
Check ya head at the door/get ya party on
Its a party
Verse 1
To the beat to rhythm i flow
Little henny get me hot nitro
Wanna bounce with an ounce and roll
To the club to the spot keep it hot right
Gimme drink lemme pop in the spotlight
So fresh not a mess cuz i keep it tight
Let me get ya girl i made it into dynamite
Ride or die so fly you make my
Head shake vibrate in the gold state
I swerve on the curb i celebrate
Get hyped dont trip & we hyfee
Want a trick want a freak not a wifee
Get it up give it up tilt ya cup back
Turn around bend down and im gonna Smack
Gonna rock all night cuz im like that
Not done even when the sun light that
Chorus
Bridge
Gettin twisted on the floor
Get it up goin down
Verse 2
I just wanna let it go
Raise them hands touch ya toes
Dj makin mix and flows
Gimme one shot gimme two of those
We party on til the break of dawn
We rollin get our fade on and on
I wanna jet international set
In the pool like a fool gettin wet
You aint seen nothin yet
I'm a pro bro im a party vet
Take it off when you start to sweat
Meet you at the next spot right? bet
Lotta ho's little clothes on the set
I said it dont forget it
All Up In That
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:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Back Alley, Booty, Bump And Grind, Chaos, City, Clown Dancing, Crunk, Dance, Dark, Deep South, Downtown, Energetic, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Kinky, Krump, Krump Dancing, Krumping, Mean, NYC, Nasty, Neo Electro, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Party, Sexual, Sexy, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Tough, Twerk, Upbeat
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
129
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
All Up In That
All Up In That
I'm all up in that
All up in that
Give it to me girl
She make me wanna flow
She make me wanna go
Verse 1
Sneak into the spot late night like I rock
Stick stuck stock tickin
Let me get that finger lickin pop
Nerdy girls actin like they're ho's
I get up in that body like nitro
Feel that bass and lick your toes
Twist beats & drinkin booze
Make you lose your socks & shoes
All up in the house of blues
So many 10's I get to choose
All up in em like kangaroos
I hit it and I quit it and I never lose
Up in sugar walls in ya bed
Give it to me yall white black or red
Chorus
Verse 2
Frequently fliptastic
Move that body like its plastic
Black toast another classic
When we rock these beats its spastic
Triangulate the way these haters skate up on my stick
Pop and lock and freeze got that lollipop to lick
Chorus
Verse 3
I'm not sayin get on your knees
But like a spliff you got me lit
I'm bout to dip you lick you like special sauce
Brush them teeth and make you floss
Smack that uhh
Chorus
What Up
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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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
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