Tracks Similar To Wiggle And Drop It
Roll With It
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
Similar Tracks
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)
Bottle Champagne
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
Similar Tracks
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
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
102
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Bottle Champagne
Bottle Champagne
start it right now, start it right now
start it right now, start it right now
start it right now, start it right now
start it right now, start it right now
Let's Go (stutter sequence)
shake your body like a bottle of champagne
shake your body like a bottle of champagne
shake your body like a bottle of champagne
shake your body like a bottle of champagne
let it pop, let it pop, make a splash
let it pop, let it pop, make a splash
let it pop, let it pop, make a splash
let it pop, let it pop, make a splash
Let's Go (stutter sequence)
jump and bounce and rock to it
jump and bounce and rock to it
jump and bounce and rock to it
jump and bounce and rock to it
rock to it (stutter sequence)
let it all hang out, let it all hang out
whip it out, whip it out, whip it out, whip it out
let it all hang out, let it all hang out
whip it out, whip it out, whip it out, whip it out
let it all hang out, let it all hang out
whip it out, whip it out, whip it out, whip it out
let it all hang out, let it all hang out
whip it out, whip it out, whip it out, whip it out
whip it (stutter sequence)
shake, shake your body like a bottle of champagne
shake, shake your body like a bottle of champagne
shake, shake your body like a bottle of champagne
shake, shake your body like a bottle of champagne
"shake it like a bottle champagne" stutter sequence
Work It
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
Similar Tracks
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
Similar Tracks
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
Similar Tracks
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
Similar Tracks
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
Similar Tracks
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
Similar Tracks
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
Take It Higher
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
Similar Tracks
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
Similar Tracks
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
Pull Your Panties
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
Similar Tracks
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
Party Song
Artist(s): CaiNo
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Midwest Rap, Rap, Underground Rap
Keywords:
Attitude, Booty Shaking, Bouncy, Bragging, Carefree, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Dance, Drinking, Flossing, Going Out, Gritty, Intoxicated, Minimalist, Money, Party, Raw, Swagger, Turning Up, Twerk
Instruments:
808, Drums, Percussion
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
111
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Party Song
PARTY SONG
CHORUS
This the party song
everybody in the spotty gonna get along
all my problems are behind me man they long gone
grab a drink and put it up cause everyone belong
this the party song
(2x)
VERSE 1
Party in the hills man I gotta go
set it up and knock it down like it's dominos
all the girls looking fly when it's time to show off
new rides in the driveway time to go off
on the Mic got the kind of flow
show em what I do best when I rock a show
tick tock till the bomb go off I explode
over flow High got a view of the sky like a telescope
and she looking like a star
She ain't in the back no she want to drive the car
stick shift to the next gear phone going off
you aint gonna get a text here gotta know you rockin wit the best here
That's why I had to switch it up cup is getting low then it's time to fill it up
If you got a light then it's time to burn it up
the party just begun so you gotta turn it up
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Aint nobody hotter than this
if you got a tolerance we gon put it to the test
take a shot if you got pop a bottle of Crys
fill the glass to the top you aint gotta resist
Ice shinin all eyes on the wrist
But aint looking at the time blinded by the abyss
I got a limitless supply aint shy to admit
and I be throwing Money out like it don't even exist
nice when I spit no matter the jabber I battle wits
master of the banter no matter what the challenge is
I rise to the occasion show the masses what talent is
all the kids say wow how you get so talented
well I was born for this no one bringing more than this
I'm on a level much higher than any other mortal is
getting bored of this it's been going on too long
got a simply make a party song
CHORUS
BRIDGE
Night going long
you got it going on
I just want to see you shake it to my party song
You ain't gotta do nothing that feels wrong
just dance to my party song
(2x)
VERSE 3
Night endin think it's time to go
clung to my arm like she trying to roll
I said I only go till the Sun's up
she looked at me and gave me 2 thumbs up
that about sums up we had a lot of fun
said she want to come back with me be the one
told her grab her bag let's go gotta run
I guess the party's never done
The Realest
Artist(s): CaiNo
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Midwest Rap, Rap, Underground Rap
Keywords:
Attitude, Bouncy, Bragging, Bravado, City, Cocky, Confident, Drinking, Druggy, Edgy, Explicit Lyrics, Flossing, Gangsta, Gangster, Gritty, Hood, Intoxicated, Laid Back, Minimalist, Money, Party, Partying, Raw, Street Smart, Streets, Swagger, Thug
Instruments:
Drums, Percussion, Synth Bass
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
80
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
The Realest
THE REALEST (CLEAN)
CHORUS
He the realest
The illest no disputing
He the realest
Got genius runnin thru his double helix
Always give 100 so you feel this
Cuz he the realest
VERSE 1
He the realest
And by he I mean me
I make music that comes through your TV or MP3
My CD is so sick that they call the CDC
Now they quarantined me in my homie SUV
I'm a f***** SOB
P L O T constantly
My melody rock to sleep
Intelligent as I b (be)
I C (see), supplying the ID
IE, for example I'd F your GF put it UP on IG
Been kickin since 83 I'm a OG
All these newbies stealin flows kinda owe me
They on so much codeine, the probably gonna OD
While I sit alone sippin a 4 0 of OE
I kill the lights O F F
Gonna hold the M I C till there's no one left
F L O S S
The best, no BS
Best G O H O M E and spell check
CHORUS
VERSE 2
I'm the realest, the B O S S
I call all O F the S H O T S
Take a trip down to OBX
Then hit the H20 hopin she be DTF
EZ, if she not, she could be my BFF
Drink some E&J and see what it leads to next
She said LOL, I said SMH
Took a jet to MIA for the 2nd date
Never been a second late
Ballin like the NBA
I make all my CPA's sign a NDA so they never say
Got you under watch like I'm the NSA
And esse, better watch your B A C K 'for I spray like MGK
Everybody in the G A M E selling out
Guess that's why I had to F U C K I N spell it out
CHORUS
BRIDGE
I'm the R E A L, yeah the realest
I'm the R E A L, yeah the realest
I'm the R E A L, yeah the realest
I'm the R E A L, who the realest
Put your hands up real high, if you the realest
Put your hands up real high, if you the realest
Put your hands up real high, if you the realest
Put your hands up, Put your hands up
CHORUS
---------------------------------------------
THE REALEST (EXPLICIT)
CHORUS
He the realest
The illest no disputing
He the realest
Got genius runnin thru his double helix
Always give 100 so you feel this
Cuz he the realest
VERSE 1
He the realest
And by he I mean me
I make music that comes through your TV or MP3
My CD is so sick that they call the CDC
Now they quarantined me in my homie SUV
I'm a fuckin SOB
P L O T constantly
My melody rock to sleep
Intelligent as I b (be)
I C (see), supplying the ID
IE, for example I'd F your GF put it UP on IG
Been kickin since 83 I'm a OG
All these newbies stealin flows kinda owe me
They on so much codine, the probably gonna OD
While I sit alone sippin a 4 0 of OE
I kill the lights O F F
Gonna hold the M I C till there's no one left
F L O S S
The best, no BS
Best G O H O M E and spell check
CHORUS
VERSE 2
I'm the realest, the B O S S
I call all O F the S H O T S
Take a trip down to OBX
Then hit the H20 hopin she be DTF
EZ, if she not, she could be my BFF
Drink some E&J and see what it leads to next
She said LOL, I said SMH
Took a jet to MIA for the 2nd date
Never been a second late
Ballin like the NBA
I make all my CPA's sign a NDA so they never say
Got you under watch like I'm the NSA
And esse, better watch your B A C K 'for I spray like MGK
Everybody in the G A M E selling out
Guess that's why I had to F U C K I N spell it out
CHORUS
BRIDGE
I'm the R E A L, yeah the realest
I'm the R E A L, yeah the realest
I'm the R E A L, yeah the realest
I'm the R E A L, who the realest
Put your hands up real high, if you the realest
Put your hands up real high, if you the realest
Put your hands up real high, if you the realest
Put your hands up, Put your hands up
CHORUS
Get Right
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1970s, 1980s, Funk, Go Go, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Attitude, Bold, Chant, Confident, Crowd, Dance, East Coast, Explosive, Flow, Fun, Ghetto Blaster, Graffiti, House Party, Jam, MC, Old School, Party, Playful, Raucous, Retro, Rowdy, Streets, Style, Swagger, Throwback, Washington DC
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums
BPM:
98
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Get Right
Here we go now, say what
Here we go now, say what
Here we go now, say what
Here we go, here we go now, say what
Don't be afraid
Go 'head misbehave
Let it all hang out
So whatcha got to say
Stand back, I'm bout to do my thang (repeat x4)
Stand back, you ready for this
Stand back, you ready for this
Stand back, you ready for this
Stand back, you ain't ready for this
Stand back, you ready for this
Stand back, you ready for this
Stand back, you ready for this
Nah, you ain't ready for this
To the left to the left, hey
To the right to the right, hey
To the left to the left, hey
We gon' do this all night
(repeat)
We gon' switch it up now
And we do it like, ha!
We gone get right, we gone get it c'mon
We gone get right, we gone get it c'mon
We gone get right, we gone get it c'mon
We gone get it c'mon, we gone get it c'mon
(repeat)
Rock The Party
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1990s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Attitude, Clever, Cocky, Confident, Dance, East Coast, Flow, Fun, Ghetto Blaster, Graffiti, House Party, New York City, Old School, Party, Playful, Raucous, Retro, Rowdy, Streets, Style, Swagger, Throwback, Underground
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Pan Flute
BPM:
99
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Rock The Party
Elevated to the highest, fools they wanna try this
Recognize this, the hottest joints like arthritis
Call me midas, I got the golden mic, with flows that's tightest
I'm going after the booty like a pirate
On autopilot, crusin, my crew deep
Grinding til the sun shining, I lose sleep
Rhyming and designing, skills are unique
Straight from the street, not a boutique with a receipt
Learn the lesson, still remains the question
I'm unarmed and dangerous my mind is a weapon
Cock back and reload, drop jewels like shells
Know the ledge, leap of faith, fall from grace, but never fail
Success without the excess of glamour and glitz
It's like breakfast and you don't get ham with your grits
I want it all, right or wrong, cuz life is never too long
The steady arm is heavy so it's never too strong
CHORUS:
Get ready, go, get ready, go
We control the crowd with mic control
Eh yo, now you know, what we came to do
We came to rock, rock the party for you
Chillin' like a villain in the cut, like a cavity
Filling, the meaning of raw is ready and winning
Down for whatever's bout to pop off, get knocked off
The throne, pulling the mic out of a stone, the king has come home
A masterpiece like the dome in a chapel
On the right side of the gavel I'm still biting the apple
Cuz knowledge reigns supreme over snakes with a rattle
You wanna battle raging bulls but you're part of the cattle
Jumping on it like a saddle, riding a coat tail
Dime a dozen clones buying style at wholesale
I got styles upon styles, organically grown
So just hand me the throne, with a chrome microphone
Wild'n Crazy
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1980s, 1990s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, New Jack Swing, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Attitude, Boisterous, Boom Box, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Crazy, Dance, East Coast, Energetic, Fun, Ghetto Blaster, Good Times, Groovy, House Party, Old School, Party, Playful, Rowdy, Sassy, Sexual, Street, Swagger, Throwback, Wild
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Keyboard
BPM:
107
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Wild'n Crazy
It's about to get crazy, hold on baby
No glitz no glam, it's all about the grits and
Gravy, kicking mad flavor
Caught up in the madness nothing can save ya
Swinging from the chandelier
The place is jumping no standing here
Don't hold it back, just let it go
I'm clockin fly girls, I wanna let you know
I get nasty, not trashy
If you're curious, girl, just ask me
What's the difference, lemme tell you
I promise I won't bite, unless you want me to
Now you know I'm a freak, but a gentleman
When I want a taste of the cinnamon
So tell your friends, to bring they friends and they friends
gGet hype for the night here we go again
CHORUS:
It's time to get wild and crazy
There won't be no if's or maybe's
This goes out to the fly ladies
Who want to be my baby
Ready or not the spot is packed
When the party is hot, that's where the action's at
Skinny dippin, all your clothes are gone
There ain't nothing wrong, if all you got is a thong
If that's wrong, I don't wanna be right
If you got tight hips then you're just my type
Girls they be dancing on tables
With bamboo earrings bigger than bagels
Bouncing moving all around
East to west side, down to uptown
Get wild ain't no turning back
Word up, the party is wherever you at
Do You Like That
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1990s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, New Jack Swing, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Attitude, Boisterous, Boom Box, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Dance, East Coast, Energetic, Fun, Ghetto Blaster, Good Times, Groovy, House Party, Old School, Party, Playful, Rowdy, Sassy, Sexual, Street, Swagger, Throwback
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Keyboard
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
108
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Do You Like That
Lights, camera, action it's on
Party 'til the break of dawn, word is bond
Spot is getting hot, and the crowd is getting live
But my crew stay cool, while we let the beat ride
Bounce up and down, left to right
Grab a cutey with a booty and the hips are tight
Like dynamite, she got the boom and pow
I don't need to say nothing they like my style
Yeah baby, are you down with the program
Whine your body, but this ain't a slow jam
Gere's your chance, take it, don't fake it
Just shake it, like you're butt naked
I like the girls, that get freaky with it,
if she's a superfreak, you might see me with it
throwing down, light up the party
I never rock with anything less than a hottie
CHORUS:
Do you like that, tell me do you like that
Check the profile, watch'em go wild
If you didn't know, then you know now
It's the golden child, I got the flavor
I got the rhythm, that y'all are slave to
I got the paper, I got the moves
Always smooth, I can never lose
The lady's choice, the way I'm swinging it
You couldn't handle it, the way I'm bringin' it
Straight to the top, never gonna flop
Looking for sugar and spice, stir up the pot
I'm chilling with the hotties, mixing and mingling
I wanna see you pump it til your earrings start jinglin'
She got hips, that she whips real fast
She got a bumper that'll give you whiplash
I get busy, and I get that cash
We can get busy if you shake that
CHORUS
She got hips, that she whips real fast
She got a bumper that'll give you whiplash
I get busy, and I get that cash
We can get busy if you shake that shake that
She got hips, that she whips real fast
She got a bumper that'll give you whiplash
I get busy, and I get that cash
We can get busy if you shake that
Pour Another Round
Artist(s): G-$tack
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Tony Vose Music (BMI) 50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Club, Dance, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Bar, Bling, Club, Cocky, Crazy, Crunk, Dance Floor, Dirty South, Drinking, Drop, Freewheeling, Fun, Grind, Intense, Late Night, Models, Party, Rager, Raucous, Rowdy, Shots, Sleazy, Swagger, VIP, Vodka, Wild
Instruments:
Bass, Synths
BPM:
98
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Pour Another Round
Drunk, drunk
Everybody doin' shots
Pour another round!
We Gone Keep It Rollin
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Bravado, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Energy, Frat House, Freewheeling, Fun, Good Time, Nightlife, Party, Playful, Rowdy, Swagger
Instruments:
Drums, Percussion, Saxophone, Vibraphone
BPM:
96
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
We Gone Keep It Rollin
Chorus
We gone keep it rolling
Moving on a brighter day
Try to pull me down but I'll never slow up
Hop on if you're coming my way
We gone keep it rolling
Moving on a brighter day
Smiling cuz I see the silver lining
Hop on if you're coming my way
Verse 1
I came a long way, reversin' the wrong way
Detour, around manure, paid dues and got paid
Crash and burn, lose and learn, knuckle up, keep hitting
Put your hands to the ceiling, live a life worth living
It's a target worth hitting, it's prize worth getting
A hustle worth sweating, no stopping, no question
No need for confessions, I'm clean
I got a cup of caffeine I'm looking for the cream
Chorus
We gone keep it rolling
Moving on a brighter day
Try to pull me down but I'll never slow up
Hop on if you're coming my way
We gon keep it rolling
Moving on a brighter day
Smiling cuz I see the silver lining
Hop on if you're coming my way
Verse 2
It ain't the dog in the fight, it's the fight in the dog
Following my dreams like a fog light in a fog
It's a matter of time, so I'm turning the cog
To wind up my watch, it's like I'm lighting a log
To light a fire in me, burn bridges if they tempt me
They ain't no friend of me, if they see me half empty
No room for pride, this where jealousy dies
If you're with me hit me up and hop on for the ride
Hollar At Me
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1990s, G Funk, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Boisterous, Bravado, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Ghetto, Hype, Late Night, Party, Posse, Rousing, Rowdy, Street, Swag, Swagger, VIP, West Coast
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synths
BPM:
95
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Hollar At Me
VERSE 1
We smoking and sippin', rollin' and whippin'
One eye open from the tilt of my fitted
Roll it and get lifted, champagne drippin'
Like a coat of candy paint on a low ride dippin'
Ice on my right, big face on my left
That's what time it is when the crew two step
Shuffle heel toe, they budget real slow
We got money to blow, buy out the bar then reload
CHORUS
Money ain't a thang
Shorty wanna bang
Hollar at me in the VIP
You ain't stopping a thang
I'm at the top of the game
Hollar at me in the VIP
VERSE 2
The city on lock, I got the keys
Brushing off the dirt like I'm brushin you fleas
Rocking much ice, without a cop yelling freeze
When I step in a room it drops a few degrees
I got the streets open and the gold diggers scoping
Overdosing on the chrome spinning in slow motion
Camera flash, flicks with the flyest chicks
Model type or better while they're taking off their sweater
Got It Like That
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
Similar Tracks
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!")
Going Up Going Down
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Don Reynolds (ASCAP) 10% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Guerilla Funk Family Musicworx (ASCAP) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Entertainment News, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arrest, Barrio, Booty, Bump n Grind, City, Clown Dancing, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Crunk, Dance, Dark, Deep South, Dirty, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, Energetic, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Krump, Krump Dancing, Krumping, Mean, Mug Shot, NYC, Nasty, New York, Night Club, Party, Prison, Radio, Sexy, South Central, Streets, Strip Club, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Twerk, Upbeat, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
132
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Going Up Going Down
GOIN' UP GOIN' DOWN
Chorus
Goin' up – goin' down
Booty movin' all around
Git it lef, git it right
Grab a little piece 'n' hold it tite
Goin' up – goin' down
Booty movin' all around
Flash a fitty – watch her go
She's a nasty little HO.....
She goin' up -- she goin' down
She goin' up -- she goin' down
Verse 1
I know where I'd like to sit ya
Baddest B in da club and I gotta get wit ya
In da middle of the dance flo' prancin'
All da goons at the bar knockin' Hen shots glancin'
Let me tell you what I wanna do
Grab ya hips from the back- Booty Bouncin' Boo
Up and Down, Left to Right
I can see you wanna pop that thang tonight!
Drop it low and LOWER
Move it faster SLOWER
Baby freak dat beat petite, so sweet; don't mess wit me
I'll blow your back to the front- I'm out!
I'm back! Jigglin' 'til you shout
You got me reelin'
I'm feeling
Have you without a doubt...
Chorus
Verse 2
Gimme' sometin' I can work wit' shorty
"Snap your G-string?"..Ooh my Lordy!
Ya twistin', windin', 'n shakin'
Dem cheeks vibratin' then brakin'
I can see you wanna set dat suga free
No need'n fakin'
We can take a weekend make a motion picture
While we're makin'
Dem ooh! Aah! Sounds
You on my stripper pole sliddin' down
Onion so soft 'n supple
Frustrated?
Give me a couple
Suck sessions
Baby I'm guessin'
Got da buns? I'm a dog
Baby no stressin'
Come on we'll work it out
Have you without a doubt
Chorus
Bridge
We could speed in the Phantom down the highway
Bet I beat that bottom if you swing it my way
Plenty-inch cigar
Get it off so mean if you let me squeeze
Wanna take you home
Mami, I'm Papi
Shorty bend dem knees!!
Wiggle It Jiggle It
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Don Reynolds (ASCAP) 10% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 45%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Calamari Music (BMI) 45% / Guerilla Funk Family Musicworx (ASCAP) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Booty, Bump n Grind, Chaos, City, Clown Dancing, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Crunk, Dance, Dark, Deep South, Dirty, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, East LA, Energetic, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Krump, Krump Dancing, Krumping, Mean, Mug Shot, NYC, Nasty, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Party, Prison, Radio, Scary, Sexy, South Central, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Upbeat, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
101
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Wiggle It Jiggle It
WIGGLE IT JIGGLE IT
CHORUS
I love it when you wiggle it and jiggle it
U know I gotta get it
Oooh girl you making me horny
Tonight it's me and you shorty
I love it when they wigglin' and jigglin'
U know I wanna get it !
Can I get next to you hottie?
Rub hot oil all on yo' body?
VERSE 1
Hold up wait a minute
There some pieces up in the party
Time to get up in it
I like it when you move ya hips nice and slowly
Diamonds up in the bevel blind
I'm flashin' the Roly
Hey, Oooh!
Please excuse me mama
U lookin' good tonight
Me no want no drama
Move weight
Yeah I'm known in the Burroughs
Flip the stash 5 times a week
Made thorough
Whassup? Whatup Hun!
You seen me at the bar with a stack of hunds
All dem other dudes steady bumpin dey gums
You heard about the flow
Now you think I'm the one?
Only if you gonna gimme some lung!
Wit' ice cubes, let my brothers bounce on your tongue
You so petite
I'm tryna creep
What can I say?
Can I kiss ya booty dimples today?
CHORUS
VERSE 2
100 proof
The way you move dat thang
Baby you the truth
Ya need some new moves?
Suga, I could coach ya
I tried to told ya
Get tha picta
Mi la vida loca hey!
Da kitty's hot
Actin' like it's not
Now you got me on the flo'
Drop it like it's hot
Let me touch it
We can make it easy
Hit da coast in something pleasing breezy
Stop
Let me hold dem buns
Baby oil dem cheeks
We could have some fun
Roll around the suite
Episodes discreet
I'd like to break a sweat
Dancin' off our feet hey!
Come on, Come on
Get it, Get it
You worked to get me open
Baby you done did it!
You so petite
I'm tryna creep
Let's lose da clothes
Let me get it while you touchin' ya toes woo!!
BRIDGE
The way you move dat A@!
I'm feenin' for ya
-Move it for mami hey-
I'm checkin' for you
Nothin I won't do
The way you move that thang
I'm waitin' for ya
-move it for mami hey-
Girl you so lovely
Won't you just come with me!
CHORUS
Three Strikes U Out
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Don Reynolds (ASCAP) 10% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 45%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Calamari Music (BMI) 45% / Guerilla Funk Family Musicworx (ASCAP) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Booty, Bump n Grind, Chaos, City, Clown Dancing, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Crunk, Dance, Dark, Deep South, Dirty, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, East LA, Energetic, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Krump, Krump Dancing, Krumping, Mean, Mug Shot, NYC, Nasty, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Party, Prison, Radio, Scary, Sexy, South Central, Street, Streets, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Upbeat, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
96
Key:
G
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Three Strikes U Out
THREE STRIKES U OUT
Chorus
One, Two, Three Strikes U Out!
Verse 1
Bread Winner
Dope Getter
No betta'
U betta'
Go getta'
Kevlar Sweater
If you think you gonna test my neezies?
Please these rounds 'll come whistlin' by like a freezing breeze
Ya breezy 'll be left without her baby's Deezy
Wit' ya grandmother on her knees pleading weakly!
You don't want it
Don't do it
It's a loser son
Ya plan 'll have me leanin' out the window dumpin'
Don't let ya mouth get you into something
You never could imagine
It ain't worth the funkin'
I stay heated
Don't make me make you eat it homey
The O.G. told me just to hussle it up
Be ready to bust!!
Too many thugs plottin' on my paper
I get that feelin'
I'll just take her... Ya Mom! Ya Girl!
Can't afford expensive friction
My twin Nines 'll have ya head in the wind twistin'!
Repeat Chorus
Looked up
Couldn't duck
Quick enough
It's tough tryna hussle me? What?
I keep the Quality connected
But if you disrespect
I'll let 'em fly free
"On your knees!"
So many casualties
You little wannabees
It's really best you be easy!
Don't believe fat meat's greasy?
When I turn da corner of ya block in black
Keed, me with three patnas and the AK Straps
Perhaps,
You'll remember the jewel
Blessed ya but you chose to ignore the schoolin'
Second strike homey and I wish you much luck
Believe me! The drama's so beneath me
Discreetly, I'm a end it all
Come and get it all
After all
You don't want to brawl
Mayhem 'til they all crawl!
That's a real Thug anthem
There ain't no talkin'
We just clap 'em!
Repeat Chorus
Vamp
You don't really want it
You don't really want it
You don't want it!
You don't want it with me
I'm a G for real
You don't really want it
You don't want it
You don't really want it
Ventilate ya brains
Burn ya house & peel!
You don't really want it
You don't really want it
You don't want it!
I know one thing, my heart ain't pumping
Koolaid, you minimum wage
Boy, wit' dis gauge
Come on out ya house!
It'll be ya last mistake Hey!
It's Gettin' Nasty
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Don Reynolds (ASCAP) 10% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Guerilla Funk Family Musicworx (ASCAP) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
2000s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Booty, Bump n Grind, Chaos, City, Clown Dancing, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Crunk, Dance, Dark, Deep South, Dirty, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, East LA, Energetic, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Krump, Krump Dancing, Krumping, Mean, Mug Shot, NYC, Nasty, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Party, Prison, Radio, Scary, Sexy, South Central, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Upbeat, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Guitar, Horns, Piano, Slide Guitar, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
97
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
It's Gettin' Nasty
It's Gettin' Nasty
Chorus
It's Gettin' Nasty
It's Gettin' Nasty
It's Gettin' Nasty in Here
We Gettin' Nasty
We Gettin' Nasty
It's Gettin' Nasty
It's Gettin' Nasty in Here
1st Verse
A brotha finally made to the weekend
I need a few freaks
It's been two weeks
Poured me a glass of Hen
And now we rollin', chokin' on dat Bluegrass
Puff and Pass boy!!!
Don't play with me
Dey been workin' me
Time to let my hair down
Now I'm pagin Chief
I know it's goin' down
"Where da broadies be?"
" I heard it's goin' down at Suga T's majorly!"
Please, be the right one baby!
All a playa need is one right laday
And a sack of dat Supa Kill
Lick a couple suckas, and peel, hit the motel
"Fool, get out the way!"
Now my boss is pagin' 911
"Not today"
Tonight I'm flying free
I'm on a Nasty Mission, Nasty Girls, Nasty No Inhibitions
Repeat Chorus
2nd Verse
Ooh I'm likin' this
Caught that herbal mist outside the backdoor
It's lookin' dangerous
Gave the codeword
She looked at my man and let us in
Homey's to the left dice jigglin'
Hold up dog, let me break these brothas
I'm causin' problems wit dey baby's mothers
I don't know what could be goin' on inside dey heads
Instead of buyin' diapers, "Dummies, give me dat bread!!"
Looked to the right, spotted baby in red
She licked her lips, rubbed her hips, and led
Me down a flight of stairs to a private room
She whispered in my ear "My name is Doo Yu Soon"
Are you serious
Her rump was so trunk, I was curious
I don't know where we was 'bout to go
But if she wanna get nasty, man I'm ready fo'sho'
Repeat Chorus
3rd Verse
So I'm on the couch and she's straddlin' me
A pretty pink thong on, I grabbed dem cheeks
Then she started doin' dat dirty dancin'
Flirtin' and jerkin',unzipped my pants man!
Ol' Girl, you doin' it
Anything I got, baby you could get
She put it in her hand and started massagin'
My stick was wider than a three-car-garage, then
She grabbed my hand
Gently put my fingers in her promised land
It was gushing, soon I was pushing
I had to pound her tooshing
And I soaked her bushing
Repeat Chorus
Follow BTM on