Tracks Similar To Keep It Comin'
Holla Back
Artist(s): St. John
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:
Rock
Subcategories:
Entertainment News Rock, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Bouncy, Club, Energetic, Flirtatious, Fun, Good Time, Hot, Party, Playful, Promo, Retro, Sexy, Sports, Teen, Upbeat, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
76
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Holla Back
HOLLA BACK
Chorus
Holla back come on baby where ya goin?
Holla back been missing you for so long
Holla back I want some more pain
Cause when you talk back to me makes me go insane
Holla back its much too quiet
Holla back I want to start a riot
Holla back don't you leave me cryin
I miss your love and I feel like dyin'
V1
Hop skip jump for a minute jump in the ride
with the boom booms in it I aint gonna be long
im sorry I was wrong stone rollin hand glowin
feet showin dusty roads but im on my own
lets keep it going drive to the left drive to the right
those gangstas right there look they wanna fight
gotta hit the crib and the outfits tight goin to the club
downtown tonight might be on you gonna be gone
eerrrtt stop slap Cadillac up on the curb 3 wheelin
peelin you aint wit me roll like fifty up in the club lets go
Chorus
V2
Whilin and profiling dub sack that need to get smoked tonight
I don't wanna get provoked that big ass thing is the antidote
Shake it roll it move it hold it slap it silly she from philly
What the dealy I got a girl where she at? Ima rock that world
Oh no fast slow people askin about ya girl put the lights down low
Pop that criss hands in the air now make a fist the whole club
Swayin from left to right girl them short shorts sure look tight
When we gonna go to the club together sittin at home tryin to be clever
The cris flowin booty showin where you goin girl? Come on
Chorus
V3
Like ice cube im down for whatever holla back girl don't care about the weather
Skip step jump for a second turn around shake like you got buck naked
Bomb another drink like we aint gonna make it
Stop roll drop sown damnit shake it like sex like there aint no limit
I miss you girl ill tell the whole planet
Aint nobody stacked in the back like that
Chorus
Keep The Joint Rockin'
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:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Bouncy, Club, Energetic, Flirtatious, Fun, Good Time, Hot, Party, Playfu, Playful, Promo, Retro, Sexy, Sports, Teen, Upbeat, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Synthesizer
BPM:
104
Key:
C♯m
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Keep The Joint Rockin'
KEEP THE JOINT ROCKIN'
CHORUS
Here it come y'all can you feel it? (repeat)
Were gonna keep the joint rockin (repeat)
Every night
Were gonna keep the joint rockin
Never gonna stop it
VERSE 1
With that high gloss sheen on everything that you seen
Put you on a million dollar yacht out at the sea
Partly its position partly its my mission
Pardon me miss id just like a little kiss
Pardon my past I aint really low class I just like your sass
And your savoir faire no that's not fair
Wanna see you down there on the dance floor
I wish I could see more let me take a detour
To my big ole fancy crib wanna see the way I live
Making hits for these kids making clubs real hot
With real sure shot know im pure hip hop
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Its time its time out your game on the line
If you feel like you look then you gonna feel fine
I was twisted hands on the business
Maybe you could tell me if you ever felt it like this
Heart was pumpin' jeep it jumpin' that's my function
Aint that something I been around the world
I aint playin girl if you like the way I say it
You could just display it get in the ride with me
We could go 150 im fast put my foot on the gas
Always last till we reach the peak homegirl
Im a freak I don't speak I scream
Throw you in the limousine
CHORUS
Breakdown
Throw your hands up top
This is just hip hop
You know we don't stop
Cause we cant ever stop
We came to party where do all the hotties be?
(repeat)
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
Upside Down
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
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
Shake Ya Thang
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, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Bouncy, Club, Energetic, Flirtatious, Fun, Good Time, Hot, Party, Playful, Retro, Sexy, Teen, Upbeat, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
123
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Shake Ya Thang
SHAKE YA THING
CHORUS
Shake ya thing move to the music
Shake it down like they used to say
We gonna bang to the beat prove it
Just shake ya thang
VERSE 1
Remember when I told you about the wiggle in the middle
Don't giggle little tender vittles grown up now oh wow
That's my eyebrow raised up spill my cup bad luck
Shake it off walk through the club not hard not soft
Gators on my feet so I slide when I walk
Everythings brand new so I look tip top
Everybody bangin to the beat non stop
Let me tell you little something that I think you ought to know
Honeysuckle love and it starts to grow
What ya need them things hip hop bling bling
Just point with your finger give you diamond rings
Sike take it back gotta earn them things
Late night spot light hold on tight that's right
Don't fight shake all night gotta keep our heads on tight
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Now listen up tilt ya cup back aint no time for that
Black white and Mexican on the dance floor we can all be friends
Chinese South American everybody know how to shake that thing
Move it squeeze it please it tease it Japanese it dirty knees it
Breeze is blowing smells like trees move it flip it bounce it dip it
Slip it shake that thing real slow molasses speed it up heat it up
Dance floor classics we get spastic break break we could never fake fake
Get on the dance floor now it aint too late shake shake that thing
CHORUS
VERSE 3
Wheels on the bus go round and round
Everybody movin to the brand new sound
Move tha thing shake with the rhythm now back it up
Im a slap it up im a natural pimp with a little bitty limp
I aint no shrimp im a real big baller shot caller 64 impala
Everybody holler move that big round thing and make it shake
Earthquake never late pity more people cant shake like that
Move like that its smooth like that little kitty cat let me show you something
Pop some cris and the keep it goin back to the hotel
What we do well never tell keep it crunk
CHORUS
Shake Ya Thang
Artist(s): St. John
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Pop, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Bouncy, Club, Energetic, Flirtatious, Fun, Good Time, Hot, Party, Playful, Retro, Sexy, Teen, Upbeat, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
123
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Freak
Artist(s): St. John
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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
Do It Right To Me
Artist(s): Jayna
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Pop
Subcategories:
1990s, Bumpers, Entertainment News Rock, Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, R&B, Transitions
Keywords:
Bouncy, Club, Energetic, Flirtatious, Fun, Good Time, Hot, Party, Playful, Relationship, Retro, Sexy, Sports, Teen, Upbeat, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
104
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Do It Right To Me
DO IT RIGHT TO ME
Walking down the street, driving in my car
We do everything together
Turning up the heat, maybe way too far
But I could feel this way forever
Every single night and every day
Baby don't hold back - take me all the way
Ah - ahh, ah - ahh,ah - ahh (I can feel it baby)
Ah - ahh, ah - ahh,ah - ahh
CHORUS:
Baby take your time but don't you take too long
You're making me weak because it feels so strong
Any other lover would be so wrong
When you do it, do it, do it
Do it right to me - do it right to me
The world always seems to stop inside your arms
My heart starts to beat much faster
Lying here with you underneath the stars
I'm covered head to toe in rapture
I lose all control when get close to you
You're driving me crazy with those things you do
Ah - ahh, ah - ahh,ah - ahh (Can you feel it baby)
Ah - ahh, ah - ahh,ah - ahh
CHORUS
And what if this sweet love was only a dream
I think I'd die - The tears I'd cry
Just a taste of your love, boy
Sends me to heaven
Aw screw it - let's do it
Baby, just take your time - don't ya take too long
You're making me weak 'cos it feels so strong
When you do it, do it, do it - yeah....
Baby take your time but don't you take too long
You're making me weak because it feels so strong
Any other lover would be so wrong
When you do it, do it, do it
When you do it, do it, do it
Do it right to me
Let's Make Believe
Artist(s): Jayna
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
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
24/7
Artist(s): Suzie Rose
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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
Sex U
Artist(s): PeaceLove
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Pop
Subcategories:
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
You're Dangerous
Artist(s): PeaceLove
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Pop
Subcategories:
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
Gonna Fly Tonight
Artist(s): Derek Butler (feat. St. John)
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Club, Dance, Electro, Entertainment News, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop
Keywords:
Anthemic, Attitude, Bar, Beverly Hills, Booty, Celebratory, City, Club, College, Commercial, Confidence, Confident, Downtown, Ecstasy, Ecstatic, Energetic, Energy, Exercise, Exuberant, Fashion, Flirtatious, Frat, Fun, High School, Hollywood, Inspiration, LA, Los Angeles, Mature, Miami, Model, Modeling, NYC, Nasty, New York, Night Club, Nightlife, Party, Pole Dancing, Powerful, Privileged, Promo, Radio, Rich, Runway, Sexting, Sexual, Sexy, Shopping, Street, Strip Club, Style, Success, Teen, Texting, Top 40, Upbeat, Uplifting, Wealthy, Win, Winning, Work Out, Young
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Percussion, Synthesizer
BPM:
125
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Gonna Fly Tonight
GONNA FLY TONIGHT
Chorus
We gonna fly tonight
Gonna take it high tonight
You know we feel allright
Nothings gonna bring us down
Verse 1
So hot so fresh so free
Finally be who we be
Sky up high to the galaxy
I see you you see me
Bounce baby bounce baby
Like to the ounce baby
Big up the spot to the maximum
Pump up the bass
In ya face & the drums
People on the planet
wanna come and get some
African to the Mexican
From who we am out to japan
I know ya understand
That we gotta demand
All the pieces of the puzzle
Fit into a big plan
Gonna fly up high
And we never land
Chorus
Verse 2
We rock this pretty party
She got a pretty body
This place be packed with the hotties
Make me wanna go and do something naughty
We shake never shook we cool
Sippin on yak in the back of the pool
Feelin kinda nice actin like a fool
We act brand new but we roll old school
I need hot beats off the streets
Time to make ya dance
Time to move ya feet
Passion smashin movin mixin
Freezing flippin freakin fixin
I cant stop cuz im on a mission
Stayin on top baby what im wishin
Up in the sky lets keep it high
Chorus
Bridge
This could be the start of something good
(repeat)
we stop we drop we roll
we wanna get outta control
we stop we drop we roll
we takin it outta control
we lifted we sky up
we get so get so high up
flip to the top of the galaxy
to the top of the galaxy
chorus
Shoot That Hoop
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1980s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arena, Barrio, Basketball, Boastful, Boom Box, Bouncy, Cheerleader, City, Club, College, Competition, Courtside, Drive, Energetic, Energy, Fans, Fun, Game, Girls, Good Time, Groove, Hoops, Hot, Party, Pass, Playful, Playoffs, Positive, Radio, Retro, Rivalry, Shot, Slam Dunk, Sports, Stadium, Street, Swagger, Team, Upbeat, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
116
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Shoot That Hoop
SHOOT THAT HOOP
Chorus
Come on baby shoot that hoop
Come on come on you know how to do it now
Verse 1
Pass the rock im the one on the block
With the smooth jump shot
Make the females hot
Cool breeze and 360's make the crowd scream 'ahhh'
On the blacktop im the sure shot with the flat top
Makin these fools knees pop
Im the street MC the underground king
Had the fresh moves at the age of 13
What ya wanna know about the way I swing
Hook shot while they beat box takin over ya block
Aint nothing better in the hot hot weather
Runnin all day mek ya mind feel better
Make that shot then make that cheddar
Fools come at me talk that smack
Money where the mouth that's where its at
Chorus
Verse 2
I shoot the hoop drop & swoop mix & match
Make em feel the truth drop & roll
Cause im in control pop that flip that finger roll
You know who I do this for love them ladies
Make me crazy make me wanna get up in the morning and dunk
Roll around hot with the rock in the trunk
Drive the lane and ill block that junk
Rip them moves like wilt the stilt
Got a game that I play like dr. J
Ima make you shook if you get in my way
Ima drain that shot like smooth hip hop
I can play all day rock all night
The man on the mic cause my game is tight
Keep it comin nice like you knew I might
Chorus
Verse 3
Come on and lets do it do it
Youre gonna break through it through it
Pass pass block that block that shot shot
We get we get hot hot
Wicked on the block like an astronaut
Pick and roll out of control alley oop
Then we give and go
Shoot that shoot that hoop I mean
Everybody love it when I drain that 3
Big And Bad
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1980s, Entertainment News, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Boastful, Boom Box, Bouncy, City, Club, College, Drinking, Drugs, Energetic, Energy, Flirtatious, Fun, Funky, Gang, Girls, Good Time, Groove, Hot, Old School, Party, Playful, Positive, Retro, Sexy, Street, Swagger, Upbeat
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
120
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Big And Bad
BIG AND BAD
Chorus
Im big and bad
Im big and bad
The best thing you wish that you ever had
Repeat
Verse 1
Im rockin never jockin walkin down the block
With no laces in my shoes rollin with my crews
Pickin up those honeys cause they know im makin money
But they always talking something funny
Man I aint no dummy
I got the biggest baddest super raddest
Sounds of the street
And I can make the whole world
Nod their heads to this beat
Why ya think that im so super duper like superman
Cause im fresh to death in my b-boy stance
Chorus
Verse 2
Don't you try to test me cause you know
Ill knock you out
I got a four finger ringer
And you know I got clout
All you other wack mc's tryin to get to me
Take a number stand in line cause im tnt
All the players and the pimps step aside on the street
Cause im a bad old busta and I cant be beat
Now wave your hands in the air if youre feelin the drop
I am the king of the mic king of hip hop
All you breakers and DJ'S come and get with me
I am the best I am the baddest O.G. MC
And when you see me turn it out
That's when youll start to believe
That im the ruler of the block king of the streets
Top Of The World
Artist(s): CaiNo
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Writer(s):
Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 50% / Scott Horton (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Pop
Subcategories:
Dance, Entertainment News, Funk, Indie Pop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Nu Disco, Pop Rock, R&B
Keywords:
Attraction, Celebration, Celebratory, Club, Cocky, College, Confident, Cool, Dance Floor, Desire, Drinking, Driving, Energy, Excitement, Flirtatious, Fun, Funky, Groove, Light, Lively, Loose, Party, Playful, Promo, Retro, Rollicking, Rooftop, Seductive, Sexual, Sexy, Summer, Swagger, Throwback, Top Down, Upbeat, Young, Youth
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Keyboard, Synth
BPM:
130
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Top Of The World
When I hear that beat
Something awakens inside and I just need to release
When I'm in my zone
I kind of feel like a king on his throne
I got a healthy addiction I don't wanna come down
I get my kicks from the kick so could you turn it up loud
Let the music take you higher
Bet the view is better from the
CHORUS:
Top of the world
Lookin out on the future
Everything is so bright
When you become the light
And just shine on down
It don't matter what surrounds you
Take control of the sound cause you are
On top of the world
When we walk in the spot
All eyes are on us
Pull up a chair get all us a shot
So we can get in our zone
Nobody's leaving alone
I got a healthy addiction I don't wanna come down
I get my kicks from the kick so could you turn it up loud
Let the music take you higher
Bet the view is better from the
CHORUS
I Got To Have That
Artist(s): Crystal Web
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Pop
Subcategories:
Dance, Electro, Electronica Dance Club House Trance, Entertainment News, Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, J-Pop, Japanese Language, Pop, Rap, Techno
Keywords:
Aggressive, Attitude, Bar, Bed Mix, Beverly Hills, Bling, Booty, California, Celebrity, City, Club, Club, College, Commercial, Confidence, Confident, Consumerism, Dance, Desire, Downtown, Ecstasy, Ecstatic, Energetic, Energy, Exercise, Exuberant, Fame, Fashion, Flirtatious, Frat, Fun, Greed, Groove, High School, Hollywood, Hot, Japan, Japanese, Mature, Miami, NY, NYC, Nasty, Need, New York, Night Club, Paparazzi, Party, Party, Pole Dancing, Positive, Powerful, Promo, Radio, Reality Shows, Reality TV, Red Carpet, Runway, Sexting, Sexual, Sexy, Shopping, Spotlight, Star, Status, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Style, Stylish, Teen, Texting, Tokyo, Upbeat, Wealthy, Young
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
124
Language:
Japanese
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
I Got To Have That
I GOT TO HAVE THAT
Chorus:
I got to have that – I got to have that
I got to have that – I got to have that
Get me Gucci get me Prada
I like Dolce and Gabanna
It's exotic so erotic (My exotic is erotic)
I get everything I wanna
The rich come to play
On the Champs-Élysées
Fly Paris to LA
In Versace Shades
Chorus:
I got to have that – I got to have that
I got to have that – I got to have that
Got a nasty little itch
Boy your filthy stinkin' rich
Ridin' shotgun in your plane
Getting' loose on fine champagne
I'm a super sonic rider
I want you to take me higher
I'm Nirvana, million dollar in your wallet yea
Give it to me – I love that bling bling bling bling
Give it to me – yea I want it
CHORUS
She Drives Me Crazy
Artist(s): Derek Butler
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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, Electro, Entertainment News, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop
Keywords:
Attitude, Bar, Beverly Hills, Booty, Celebratory, City, Club, College, Commercial, Confidence, Confident, Dance, Downtown, Ecstasy, Ecstatic, Energetic, Energy, Exercise, Exuberant, Fashion, Flirtatious, Frat, Fun, High School, Hollywood, LA, Los Angeles, Mature, Miami, Model, Modeling, NYC, Nasty, New York, Night Club, Party, Pole Dancing, Powerful, Promo, Radio, Runway, Sexting, Sexual, Sexy, Shopping, Street, Strip Club, Style, Teen, Texting, Upbeat, Wealthy, Work Out, Young
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Percussion, Synthesizer
BPM:
130
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
She Drives Me Crazy
SHE DRIVES ME CRAZY
CHORUS 1
She the one who keeps me wantin' more
She make me lose control
I'm addicted yeah I need it
She drives me crazy
She the one who keeps me comin' back
Got that candy on the floor
I'm addicted yeah I need her
She drives me crazy
VERSE 1
Oooh yeah she like the wild and freaky
She got it goin' on, the girl can please me
I wanna ride her in my Maserati
Oooh so sexy when she move that body, move that body
CHORUS
VERSE 2
So smooth she like a warm Courvoisier
Drink her up she go down the right way
The club is bumpin', she for sure a hottie
Oooh so sexy when she move that body, move that body
CHORUS
BRIDGE
She drive me, ah
She drive me crazy
She drive me crazy
Ah ah yeah yeah
CHORUS
Mi Casa
Artist(s): Tropic Zone
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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, Dance, Female Vocal, Instrumental, Latin, Latin Pop, Male Vocal, Pop
Keywords:
Barney, Bouncy, Cartoon, Club, Commercial, Conga Line, Cruise Line, Cruise Ship, Energetic, Fashion, Flirtatious, Fun, Good Time, Kids, Latin, Limbo, Lively, Party, Pinata, Playful, Promo, Radio, Resort, Sexy, Spanish, Style, Sweet, Teen, Teen Pop, Tween, Wild
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Piano, Synthesizer
Year Recorded:
2005
BPM:
84
Key:
C
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Mi Casa
MI CASA
We're gonna have a party tonight
And we can rap on who we're gonna invite
Is there anyone out there who likes to party too
Maybe it's someone like you and you
It's gonna be wild and it's gonna be soon
So come on down and shake your boom boom boom
We're servin it up and we like it real hot
So if you want a taste of what we got
Won't you come to mi casa
Say hey if you wanna
We'll turn the music up loud
Gonna get on down
And make your heart beat faster
So won't you come to mi casa
Say hey if you wanna
Do anything that you like
Gonna dance all night
So won't you come to mi casa
The zone is in the house party over here
Gonna turn this mother out make it last all year
Shake it til you break it set your funky free
So baby get your groove on and come with me
We're makin some noise and we're makin some news
So get on board and shake your boom boom boom
We're startin it up so if you like it real hot
Come and get a taste of what we got
chorus
Open up the windows move the couch over there
Roll up the rug and let down your hair
We're gonna keep it pumpin til the cops roll in
Then wait until they're gone and start over again
My house is your house
The zone is in the house party over here
Gonna turn this mother out make it last all year
Shake it til you break it set your funky free
So baby get your groove on and come with me
chorus
Free
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1970s, Classic Soul R&B, Entertainment News, Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Bar, Barrio, City, Cop Show, Dance, Energetic, Fun, Funky, Ghetto, Night Club, Party, Positive, Radio, Upbeat, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
95
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Free
FREE
VERSE 1
Free like Mississippi free like shorty when she miss me
Free like bent over the wheel of a range rover
My mama said my main mission is to be relaxed
Liberate your mind on the railroad tracks
Remember when the music had a deep impact
Laid back instrumental incidental to stimulate
The mental ima swing back and forth on the street be free
Float down the river come on come on
CHORUS
Free funk beautiful people aint no equal fly like a falcon
In the sky we feel free freestylin
New York city wilin
Fell free (repeat) doin your best takin the test
VERSE 2
Can it be a liberation of the soul we need
I know those politrickin' don't give a finger lickin
Damn about the common man and woman tryin to make it happen
In this land wheres the voice of reason in the mob season
I think pleasin politicians gonna make us slaves
They keep getting money don't care how they behave
People of the planet just smile stay brave
CHORUS
VERSE 3
Outlandish I make a stand like im the man they all depended upon
Put my pen upon the parchment and star ship I travel galaxies
Killin fallacies about realities probably a principality
A sovereignty is what we need im on flame like your weave
A grown protozoas take over speed systems of a junkie
Too many punks be actin like monkeys
But theres a new star risin in the sky tonight
F is for the fact were in full effect
R is for the roots don't disrespect
E is for exactly what we be
E is for equality that's how we see
Im a student of underground history
We gotta fly free for a new galaxy
CHORUS
Fire Girl
Artist(s): CaiNo
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Writer(s):
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Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Pop
Subcategories:
Dance, Entertainment News, Funk, Indie Pop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Neo Soul, Nu Disco, Pop, Pop Rock, R&B
Keywords:
Action, Attitude, Attraction, Bold, Bright, Burning, Celebration, Club, Cocky, College, Confident, Cool, Cop Show, Dance Floor, Desire, Drinking, Driving, Energy, Excitement, Fiery, Fire, Flirtatious, Fly, Fun, Funky, Gang Vocals, Groove, Groovy, Hot, Hot, Light, Lively, Loose, Party, Playful, Promo, Retro, Rollicking, Rooftop, Seductive, Sexual, Sexy, Summer, Throwback, Top Down, Upbeat, Wedding
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Clavinet, Drums, Electric Guitar, Hand Claps, Horns, Keyboard, Organ, Synth, Tambourine
BPM:
122
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Fire Girl
She looking good
got all the things that I want
she misunderstood
Cause she get everything that she wants
so they think she's mean
Cause she strut around like a Queen
I want to bow down at her feet
but when I get nearer I feel the heat
I'm warming up
Just a little touch and I guarantee
she going to take you to the 3rd degree
CHORUS:
I call her fire girl
cause she's hot
I call her fire girl
cause she burn the spot
she's a fire girl
make sure you learn
don't get too close to her
or you might get burned
She looking fly
got everything that you need
No she ain't shy she
she gonna rev it up to full speed
she like it fast
she like the wind going through her hair
she all mine I'm trying to share
but when she lit up I don't have a prayer
she warming up
Just a little touch and I guarantee
she going to take you to the 3rd degree
She burning up
I tried to warn you
She burning up
It's getting warmer
She burning up
I tried to warn you
When this girl get goin she heat it up like a sauna
Christmas In The Hood
Artist(s): St. John
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Publisher(s):
Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45%
Category:
Holiday
Subcategories:
1980s, 1990s, Christmas, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Boom Box, Bouncy, Celebration, Cheer, Christmas, City, College, Elf, Elves, Energetic, Energy, Exciting, Family, Fun, Good Time, Groove, Groovy, Happy Holidays, Old School, Party, Playful, Positive, Presents, Presents Under The Tree, Radio, Retro, Santa Claus, Sleigh, Snow, Snowmen, Spirit, Street, Swagger, Teen, Upbeat, Urban, Winter
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Sleigh Bells, Synthesizer
BPM:
120
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Christmas In The Hood
I been around the globe
Like you thought I would
Now I'm back with the fam
Christmas in the Hood
I been all around the city
And it's understood
That we blessed and so fresh
Christmas in the Hood
So yo approach real close
And listen up real good
If you down with the sound
Christmas in the Hood
HO HO HO yo what did I see
It was a bunch of little dudes
Runnin' around in the street
They had pointy ears and funny hats
And bells on their feet
I was trippin' maybe flippin'
Oh snap! Its Christmas eve
As I approached now they done ghosted
Disappeared in the breeze
I put down what I'd been drinking
To myself I started thinking
Are those lights that I see blinking
Up there in the sky
And now walkin' down the block
Here go those 3 Wise Guys
Now Granny hookin' up those ham hocks green beans
Turkey stuffin' there's my cousin smells like evergreens
Those stockings hanging up they are my Aunt Irene's
And yo coolin' on the couch was this dude I'd never seen
He had a big white beard & a big jelly belly
Sippin' egg nog with my favorite Aunt Nelly
I said where you from man now you look real cold
He said you could find him kickin' it up at the North Pole
I said welcome back Cringle he said its all good
This is my new jam man CHRISTMAS IN THE HOOD
On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Some mistletoe and a kiss on the cheek
Mistletoe Mistletoe HO
Mistletoe Mistletoe HO
Bedtime Stories
Artist(s): Casey Grimes (feat. Erk da Jerk and InfiNate)
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Writer(s):
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Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Pop
Subcategories:
Club, Dance, Electronica, Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B, Rap, Urban
Keywords:
Bad, Celebrity, City, Club, Confident, Dirty, Duet, Energy, Fashion, Flirt, Flirtatious, Freaky, Groove, Hedonistic, Hot, Infatuation, Kinky, Love, Naughty, Paparazzi, Party, Positive, Radio, Red Carpet, Relationship, Runway, Secret, Seductive, Sexual, Sexy, Star, Strip Club, Strut, Style, Stylish, Swagger, Sweaty, Tease, Temptation, Top 40
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
120
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Bedtime Stories
"Bedtime Stories"
Intro
Hey baby, I gotta bedtime story
Listen up, Lights out!
Verse
I'm gonna tell you a bedtime story
It's about me and you
I'm gonna issue one small warning
It just might come true
Your body is getting hotter now
Your Gonna need a little water now
Its gonna a little freaky babe, What you crave
My body is on fire
Hook
I'm comin' through your dreams tonight
Baby comin through,
I'm comin' through your dreams tonight
Got bedtime story for you
Verse 2
My finger nails are scarlett red,
See how deep they dig in your chest
Climb on top grab my hips real tight
Now close your eyes and enjoy the ride
Can you feel my body heatin' up
My juices yeah they be fillin' up
Kissin' on you bout to eat you up
I know your deepest desire
Rap Bridge
Look, now she don't care, she say I'm hers nah she don't share,
And I don't either, she's a keeper, I'm what ups, and she my genie
Don't play no games, lay it down, Soakin wet, Might make me drowned
I'm the prince might take the crown, Rapunzel girl let your hair down
Got what you looking for, got my hands in the cookie jar
DiCaprio, get in them dreams,
No actin' though, get in them jeans
Lock you up, won't find the key
Let's play a little game of hide and seek
You can come spend the night with me
Bedtime story put you right to sleep
Hook
I'm comin' through your dreams tonight
Baby comin through,
I'm comin' through your dreams tonight
Got bedtime story for you
Let's Party Tonight
Artist(s): Beverly Staunton
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Writer(s):
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Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Pop
Subcategories:
Dance, Disco, Entertainment News, Female Vocal, Instrumental, Pop, Pop Rock, Rock, Urban
Keywords:
Bouncy, Celebration, Club, Commercial, DJ, Dance Party, Electronic, Energetic, Fashion, Flirtatious, Friends, Fun, Girl's Night Out, Good Time, High Energy, High School, Hollywood, Hot, Party, Playful, Positive, Red Carpet, Relationship, Runway, Sexy, Style, Teen, Top 40, Tween, Upbeat
Instruments:
Bass, Guitar, Keyboard
BPM:
120
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Let's Party Tonight
LET'S PARTY TONIGHT
Get Get Get up, Get out on the dance floor
The music's started so boy what are you waiting for?
Get your groove on
Let's Party tonight
Feel the beat pumping out the speakers of the radio
Be a freak, move your feet like no one else has done before
Spin the record
Let's party tonight – uh huh, uh huh
Mr. DJ
Spin the record
Let's party tonight
Get your groove on
Spin the record
Let's Party tonight
Give, give, give me some of what I'm asking for
Lose control cause you ain't gonna need it no more
Spin the record
Let's Party tonight
Won't you Come Come Come over here and let's get crazy
I wanna feel you near
I wanna play with you all night – that's right
Let's party tonight – uh huh, uh huh
Mr. DJ
Spin the record
Let's party tonight
Get your groove on
Spin the record
Let's Party tonight
Hey Babe – the party's on
Tell me what your waiting for
Spin the record
Let's party tonight – uh huh, uh huh
Mr. DJ
Spin the record
Let's party tonight
Get your groove on
Spin the record
Let's Party tonight
You're So Stupid
Artist(s): St. John
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Writer(s):
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Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1980s, 2000s, Comedy, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Alley, Bad Kids, Barrio, Boom Box, Bouncy, Bragger, Breaking Rules, City, Club, College, Comedy, Fun, Funny, Getting In Trouble, Girls, Good Time, Grade School, High School, L.A., Naughty, New York, Night Club, Odd, Offbeat, Old School, Party, Playful, Playing Tricks, Prankster, Quirky, Silly, South, Street, Teen, Tongue in Cheek, Trickster, Trouble Makers
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
120
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
You're So Stupid
You're So Stupid
Chorus
You're so stupid
Really dumb
You're so stupid
Don't know how come
Verse 1
I met this little girly round the way yesterday
She said youre stupid i just met you
You dont even know my name
No doubt im not the science type
But even when im wrong im right
This birdy looked at me like i was drunk on medication
Like im sittin in the baby pool in the front yard for vacation
Girl i kick that special ish
You got that scratch and i got the itch
Chorus
Verse 2
I think my new name is delish
Gimme 9 trys and ill make a swish
So even though you think im dumb
I walked down the street while im chewin gum
I used to be hard but i lost my gun
Now i pop lock when i battle its fun
Lost the whip so i have to run
Got no degrees no mercedes
Sneak some champagne on the bus
Little old ladies lookin envious
Gimme 50 cents you could party with us
I dont mean to
Chorus
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