Tracks Similar To Loco En El Barrio

Rock The Party
Artist(s): Joselito (feat. MarBel)
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Dennis Nieves (ASCAP) 50% / Jose Ortiz (ASCAP) 25% / Maribel Diaz (ASCAP) 25%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Latin
Subcategories:
Club, Dance, Female Vocal, Funk, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Latin Hip Hop Rap, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B, Rap, Reggaeton, Spanglish, Urban
Keywords:
Alley, Barrio, Beach, Caribbean, City, Club, Cuba, Cuban, Cubano, Dance, Drinking, Gang, Gangsta, Gangsters, Getto, Ghetto, Graffiti, Gritty, Guns, Hot, Humid, Immigration, Islands, Mexican, Miami, Mojito, Night Club, Night Life, Party, Puerto Rican, Puerto Rico, Sex, Sexual, Sexy, South Beach, South Beach, Spanish, Steamy, Street, Strip Club, Sweaty, Taking Over, Thugs, Tuff, Urban
Instruments:
Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer, Vocal Sounds
BPM:
100
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Rock The Party
ROCK THE PARTY (Spanglish)
Ven... (Lets Rock the Party)
Vamos... (Lets Rock the Party)...
Todos (Lets Rock the Party)
Ven vamos todos Rock the Party all night
2X
You know we getting ready for this Friday night
In the club we gonna party till the morning light
We get all naughty, and rock this party, Movin your body
Don't sweat it just let it go
Get down feel the rhythm of this funk delight
Crack the music in the speakers make you feel alright
Just grab somebody, and shake your body, and rock this party
Don't sweat it just let it go
CORO
Tiene control, cuando te baja el sudor
Pide me lo que tu quieras pa sentir tu calor
Me gusta..Como tu baila y te menea
Tu eres agresiva y todo el mundo te desea
Muevete...Ensename tu flow
Pide me lo que tu quieras pa sentir tu calor
Muevete...Ensename tu flow
Pide me lo que tu quieras pa sentir tu calor
Si u quieres de mi cuerpo vibrar
Con la musica que quiero bailar
Con tu ritmo, yo me muevo
Y si juntitos poco a poco lo hacemos
En este piso yo me quiero botar
Que todo el mundo se ponga a basilar
Con este ritmo, Nos movemos
Y si juntitos poco a poco lo hacemos
CORO
Rock The Party
English Translated
Come... (Lets Rock the Party)
We... (Lets Rock the Party)...
All (Lets Rock the Party)
Come let us all Rock the Party all night
2X
You know we getting ready for this Friday night
In the club we gonna party till the morning light
We get all naughty, and rock this party, your body movin
Do not sweat it just let it go
Get down feel the rhythm of this funk delight
Crack the music in the speakers make you feel alright
Just grab somebody, and shake your body, and rock this party
Do not sweat it just let it go
CHORUS
Have control, when you sweat is coming down
Ask me whatever you want to feel your warmth pa
I like how you dance and shake
You are aggressive and everybody wants you
Move... Show me your flow
Ask me whatever you want to feel your warmth pa
Move... Show me your flow
Ask me whatever you want to feel your warmth pa
If u want my body vibrate
With the music I want to dance
With your own pace, I move
And if close together little by little we do
On this floor I want to throw myslef
Everyone starts to have a good time
With this rhythm, we move
Like this, closer together,
Little by little we do it
CHORUS

Refuse To Lose
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, Alley, Barrio, Chaos, City, Dark, Drive By, Drugs, Energetic, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, Mean, Ominous, Prison, Promo, Scary, Sports, Street, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
114
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Refuse To Lose
REFUSE TO LOSE
Fool I freak pity wack mc's step like oblique
Some flow in frequency listen im dishin this knowledge
And dissin the scholars who think that they holler
Don't speak battle enemies aint never defeat
So please come no no hesitate figure undercover operators
Poppin and provoking hoppin on my microphone and
Never paid a token soundin like hip but they hop when I flip
Boy I runnin mc things come get my blessings
If ya bust lip then ya gonna get stressing
Taken my blows and refuse to my foes to stand down on this earth
Is my stand to preserve never swerve on the curve its absurd
You deserve to be heard if you puff pop pop then its on non stop
Like the way that I rock do you like the way I talk?
If not I don't mock popular people addicted to evil cant move me
I do be an equal perceiver yes im blessed with my own distress
No matter how hard it press this is my only test honey me be
Sweet for ladies aint never met a killa who didn't agree if ya got an audience
Then we can mc and if you violate then you gotta pay a fee
Rock chill you got your fill pay bills
With these nice techniques I kill verbs syntax and wax at will
Top of the mountain king of the hill I am heavy light like levity
Swift as brevity this is steady b session is profession
Learn the lesson swift as guessin no deception am I vexin
Kick the wisdom got connections im not done I never
Use a gun where I come from we never gonna run
No stopping me philosophy got my degree in the street like a prophecy
Hypocritic I aint with it you wear that coat and fit it if you wanna be a critic
Don't rock a soft exhibit my freak technique makes freaks lose speech
She teach fellas freak philosophy missile misdirected most effective
When elected hectic im symmetric and the streets they feel electric
(counter contraceptive cause my lyrics populated the beat
fear this cause my victory aint never deceipt )
when you walk down the block
and you start hear me talk man this is my spot
and I wont ever stop
I refuse to lose
Don't speak about peace cause im hot by degrees
Do what I please make you weak in the knees
RAST

Cocked And Loaded
Artist(s): G-Stack
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Don Reynolds (ASCAP) 10% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Guerilla Funk Family Musicworx (ASCAP) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
2000s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Booty, Bump n Grind, Chaos, City, Clown Dancing, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Crunk, Dance, Dark, Deep South, Dirty, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, East LA, Energetic, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Krump, Krump Dancing, Krumping, Mean, Mug Shot, NYC, Nasty, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Party, Prison, Radio, Scary, Sexy, South Central, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Upbeat, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
116
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Cocked And Loaded
Cocked & Loaded
Chorus
Come on come on - I'm cocked and loaded
Come on come on - I'm cocked and loaded
Don't keep me waitin' - - I'm 'bout to explode
I'm cocked and loaded - -cocked and loaded
Repeat 1X
Verse 1
I see you want me lady
Girl I'll rock you crazy
Girl you know I love you so bootyliscious
Mesmerize wit a walk so viscous, delicious
Top of my wish list
You see dese bills so crispy
Ain't seen you in a while- You Miss Me?
U know what I wanna do
And I know you wanna do it too baby!
You saw me roll up in the black best
'member when I put those hickies on your chest
I remember how we used to do
'member when came home from schoo'- when you came through!
Then I blew your back out
And then you blew my brains out
Girl you looking so good tonight
Let's take the same route
Me and you face down on the couch
Repeat Chorus
Verse 2
Ooooh! It's still like dat?
Still like it when I grip dat fat?
I gotta big bone to bury
That Brazilian on them lips is down right scary
Still taste like honey
It's all hot, drop, pop, stop running!
I know it feels real good!
Bite ya lip when you grip
Take this wood
You so grown and creamy
Had to grab ya hair
Moaning, Screaming
10 minutes in, both beaming
It's steaming
An hour later, I'm leaning
An hour later, know what I'm thinking?
I'm COCKED AGAIN AND TWEAKING!
Let me move it side-to-side, in-and-out, find ya G-spot
Tap it till it's LEAKING!
Repeat Chorus
Vamp
I'm comin' in the back do'
Gonna give it to you like you really want it baby
I'm comin' in the back do'
Gonna give it to you like you really want it baby
There's sweat drippin on the flo'
It's so Hot in here
It's so Hot
I'm comin' in the back do'
It's so Hot in Here
Don't Stop
Don't Stop
Don't Stop
Don't Stop
I'm so cocked!

Perreo
Artist(s): Iman (feat. MarBel)
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Dennis Nieves (ASCAP) 30% / Giovanni Velez (ASCAP) 30% / Maribel Diaz (ASCAP) 40%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Latin
Subcategories:
Club, Dance, Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Latin Hip Hop Rap, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B, Rap, Reggaeton, Urban
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Barrio, Beach, Caribbean, City, Club, Cuba, Cuban, Cubano, Dance, Domination, Duet, Gang, Gangsta, Gangsters, Getto, Ghetto, Graffiti, Gritty, Guns, Hot, Humid, Immigration, Islands, Mexican, Mexico, Miami, Night Club, Night Life, Party, Puerto Rican, Puerto Rico, Sex, Sexual, Sexy, South Beach, Spanish, Steamy, Street, Strip Club, Sweaty, Taking Over, Thugs, Tuff, Urban
Instruments:
Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
98
Language:
Spanish
Key:
C
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Perreo
Perreo
Rrra tra tra perreo rratatatata sandungueo
Rrra tra tra perreo
Metelo papito que yo estoy que me culeo (2)
Culeca te tengo atenta dale menea con el reggeton inventa
Estas dispuesta ready para conplacerla cuando en la disco esta revuelta
Perreo siento calentura toca ese cuero
Brinca baila y goza este sandungueo
Coje mi sintura dale hasta el suelo
Perreo papi mira tu eres lo que yo quiero
No me cojas miedo esto es bailoteo
Vamos todo la noche dale congero...eeooh
Ooohhh Ooohhh
Rrra tra tra perreo rratatatata sandungueo
Rrra tra tra perreo
Metelo papito que yo estoy que me culeo (2)
Guaya guaya cepillame la cemilla
Tu eres la que motiva en mi cae el dia
Si te pillo yo te doy lo que pedia
Me vas a responder y vas a ser mia
Enter you are welcome to the tempo of my soul
Cause you will drive me crazy but I'll make you lose control
So come on and follow my lead lets get down on the floor
Perreo el reggaeton
Perreo
Work work rratatatata Rrra sandungueo perreo
Work work Rrra perreo
Put it to me daddy I'm the one that will dance the booty (2)
Culeca, I have your attention, go on shake
Invent with the reggaeton
You are willing, ready to please her
When at the disco, she is wild
Take my waste and go down to the floor
Perreo Papi look, you're what I want
Don't be afraid of me, this is a dance off
Let's go all night, hit it congaman
Ooohhh Ooohhh
Work work rratatatata Rrra sandungueo perreo
Work work Rrra perreo
Put it to me daddy I'm the one that has the booty me (2)
Guay Guay Brush off the seeds
You're the one that motivates my day falls
Catch you I'll give you what you asked
You will respond and you will be mine
You are welcome to enter the tempo of my soul
Cause you will drive me crazy but I'll make you lose control
So come on and follow my lead lets get down on the floor
Perreo reggaeton
She Love To Freak
Artist(s): Cash El Principe
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 33.34% / Luis Rivera (ASCAP) 33.33% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 33.33%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 16.67% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 33.33% / Booli Mooli Music (ASCAP) 16.66% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.34%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Latin, Latin Hip Hop Rap, Male Vocal, R&B, Rap, Spanglish, Spanish
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Arrest, Barrio, City, Club, Compton, Cops, Death, Downtown, Drive By, East LA, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Latin American, Mean, Mexican, Mexico, Miami, NYC, New York, Outrage, Prison, Rage, Rape, Riot, Sexual, Sexy, Shooting, South Central, Street, Strip Club, Struggle, Zumba
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Lute, Synthesizer
BPM:
140
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
She Love To Freak
She Love To Freak (Spanglish)
Chorus:
She love to freak in the front
She love to freak in the back
She love to freak – freak
(Give it to me give it to me)
Freak in the front
She love to freak in the back
She love to freak – freak
(Give it to me give it to me)
Ohh ohh – she love to
Ohh ohh – she love to
Ohh ohh – she love to freak – freak
Verse 1
Hey little girl quiere un caramelo
Tolalo por que sabe bien bueno
I like the way she get down
Her booty is circulo y grande
Se mueve al sonido
The greatest pound for pound
Ensenarte como soy freak, freak
I'm the best around
I know she like that pole
Nena loca touch your toes
Los tiene hypnotize
The way she move those big thighs
Meneando side to side
Moveindolo up and down
Oh girl stop tempting me
Tenteando
Verse 2
I like you to come with me
Oh baby, I'm begging please
La semana pasada
Try to freaking tease me
Just
One more sip of that Patron
Girl dontcha let me drink alone
Ven sentarte by my side
Para sobar rub your thigh
I want you to show me how
Nena me tiene estoquiro
Let's see how low you go
Bailando on top of that pole
Empujando, jalando girl
You driving me loco
Girl driving me loco
Bridge:
Push pull grab da pole girl
In out make 'em shout
Fi'ty dolla make 'em holla
Doggie colla balla wanna
Push pull grab da pole girl
In out make 'em shout
Fi'ty dolla make 'em holla
Make 'em ho....
She Love To Freak (English)
Chorus:
She love to freak in the front
She love to freak in the back
She love to freak – freak
(Give it to me give it to me)
Freak in the front
She love to freak in the back
She love to freak – freak
(Give it to me give it to me)
Ohh ohh – she love to
Ohh ohh – she love to
Ohh ohh – she love to freak – freak
Verse 1
Hey little girl do you want carmel
Touch it cause it taste good
I like the way she get down
Her booty is round and big
She moves to the sound
The greatest pound for pound
I can teach how I am freak, freak
I'm the best around
I know she like that pole
Crazy girl touch your toes
She has them hypnotize
The way she move those big thighs
Shaking side to side
Moving up and down
Oh girl stop tempting me
Tempting
Verse 2
I like you to come with me
Oh baby, I'm begging please
Last week
Try to freaking tease me
Come and sit by my side
So I can rub your thigh
I want you to show me how
Girl you got me stuck
Let's see how low you go
Dancing on top of that pole
Pushing, pulling girl
You driving me crazy
Girl driving me crazy
Bridge:
Push pull grab da pole girl
In out make 'em shout
Fi'ty dolla make 'em holla
Doggie colla balla wanna
Push pull grab da pole girl
In out make 'em shout
Fi'ty dolla make 'em holla
Make 'em ho....

Callate
Artist(s): Cash El Principe
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 33.34% / Luis Rivera (ASCAP) 33.33% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 33.33%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 16.67% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 33.33% / Booli Mooli Music (ASCAP) 16.66% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.34%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Latin, Latin Hip Hop Rap, Male Vocal, Rap, Reggaeton, Spanish
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Angry, Arrest, Barrio, Chaos, City, Club, Compton, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, East LA, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Lute, Mean, Mexican, Mexico, Mug Shot, Ominous, Outrage, Prison, Rage, Rape, Riot, Scary, Shooting, South Central, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Struggle, Urban, Violence
Instruments:
Bass
BPM:
93
Language:
Spanish
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Callate
Callate
Chorus
Cuando lo vea traficando
Callate
Si lo ves con nueva ropa
Callate
Si lo ves con diamente en el oido
Te repito tipo
Callate
Es mesor que mire al otro lao
Ati te conocen bacalao
Cosas le pasan al presentao ante de nada te doy el recao
Verse 1
Muchos quieren que yo cante como canto
Mientras ellos se duermen yo me voy levantando
Siempre pensando, siempre tratando
Me disparan todo el tiempo pero me
Siguen fallando
Una mente inteligente
Una mente peligrosa
Por eso si me amarran yo te
Abro la esposas, no pueden conmigo
Soy desmasiao de duro el que
Se meta conmigo lo parto en diez
Yo te lo juro
De mi familia an hablao
Ellos no quieren que yo salga si
Hasta los vecinos me han velao
Estas son las cosas que me
Pasan a mi
El negrito rumberito ya no
Hace mal la comida de la
Carcel no le ponen sal
Me acostumbrado a tener cosas buena
Venganse y rompan cadena
Chorus
Verse 2
Aqui illegado pegando
Para la nena cantando
En el hummer guiando
Nunca fallando no hay
Agua para pagarlo
Aqui te canto, canto, canto
Fuego
Es lo que vas a sentir
Veo cuatro nena y una della
Es para mi
Fuego
Termine aqui me voy para
El otro lado donde beben maui
Fuego
De mi familia an hablao
Ellos no quieren que yo salga si
Hasta los vecinos me han velao
Estas son las cosas que me
Pasan a mi
El negrito rumberito ya no
Hace mal la comida de la
Carcel no le ponen sal
Me acostumbrado a tener cosas buena
Venganse y rompan cadena
Chorus
Keep Silent About You (english translation)
Chorus
When he sees it dealing
Keep silent about you
If you see it with new clothes
Keep silent about you
If you see it with diamente in the ear
I repeat you type
Keep silent about you
It is mesor that it looks at another lao
Ati knows you cod
Things go on to the presentao before from nothing I give you the recao
Verse 1
Many people want that I sing as singing
Meanwhile they fall asleep I am getting up
Always thinking, always treating
They shoot me all the time but me
They keep on failing
An intelligent mind
A dangerous mind
That's why if they moor me I you
I open you handcuff her, they cannot with me
I am desmasiao of five-peseta coin that
Get with me I divide it in ten
I swear it to you
Of my family an hablao
They do not want that I go out if
Even the neighbors I am velao
These are the things that me
They happen to me
The negrito rumberito already not
It does the meal bad of
They do not put jail salt
Me accustomed to having things good
They come and break chain
Chorus
Verse 2
Here illegado sticking
For the baby singing
In the hummer guiding
Failing there is never
It waters down to pay it
Here I sing to you, sing, sing
Fire
This is what you are going to feel
I see four baby and a della
It is for me
Fire
End here I go away for
Another side where they drink maui
Fire
Of my family an hablao
They do not want that I go out if
Even the neighbors I am velao
These are the things that me
They happen to me
The negrito rumberito already not
It does the meal bad of
They do not put jail salt
Me accustomed to having things good
They come and break chain
Chorus
Chorus

Wiggle It Jiggle It
Artist(s): G-Stack
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Don Reynolds (ASCAP) 10% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 45%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Calamari Music (BMI) 45% / Guerilla Funk Family Musicworx (ASCAP) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Booty, Bump n Grind, Chaos, City, Clown Dancing, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Crunk, Dance, Dark, Deep South, Dirty, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, East LA, Energetic, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Krump, Krump Dancing, Krumping, Mean, Mug Shot, NYC, Nasty, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Party, Prison, Radio, Scary, Sexy, South Central, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Upbeat, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
101
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Wiggle It Jiggle It
WIGGLE IT JIGGLE IT
CHORUS
I love it when you wiggle it and jiggle it
U know I gotta get it
Oooh girl you making me horny
Tonight it's me and you shorty
I love it when they wigglin' and jigglin'
U know I wanna get it !
Can I get next to you hottie?
Rub hot oil all on yo' body?
VERSE 1
Hold up wait a minute
There some pieces up in the party
Time to get up in it
I like it when you move ya hips nice and slowly
Diamonds up in the bevel blind
I'm flashin' the Roly
Hey, Oooh!
Please excuse me mama
U lookin' good tonight
Me no want no drama
Move weight
Yeah I'm known in the Burroughs
Flip the stash 5 times a week
Made thorough
Whassup? Whatup Hun!
You seen me at the bar with a stack of hunds
All dem other dudes steady bumpin dey gums
You heard about the flow
Now you think I'm the one?
Only if you gonna gimme some lung!
Wit' ice cubes, let my brothers bounce on your tongue
You so petite
I'm tryna creep
What can I say?
Can I kiss ya booty dimples today?
CHORUS
VERSE 2
100 proof
The way you move dat thang
Baby you the truth
Ya need some new moves?
Suga, I could coach ya
I tried to told ya
Get tha picta
Mi la vida loca hey!
Da kitty's hot
Actin' like it's not
Now you got me on the flo'
Drop it like it's hot
Let me touch it
We can make it easy
Hit da coast in something pleasing breezy
Stop
Let me hold dem buns
Baby oil dem cheeks
We could have some fun
Roll around the suite
Episodes discreet
I'd like to break a sweat
Dancin' off our feet hey!
Come on, Come on
Get it, Get it
You worked to get me open
Baby you done did it!
You so petite
I'm tryna creep
Let's lose da clothes
Let me get it while you touchin' ya toes woo!!
BRIDGE
The way you move dat A@!
I'm feenin' for ya
-Move it for mami hey-
I'm checkin' for you
Nothin I won't do
The way you move that thang
I'm waitin' for ya
-move it for mami hey-
Girl you so lovely
Won't you just come with me!
CHORUS

This Is My Block
Artist(s): G-Stack
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Don Reynolds (ASCAP) 10% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Guerilla Funk Family Musicworx (ASCAP) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1970s, Entertainment News, Funk, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Soul
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angry, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Chaos, City, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dance, Dark, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, East LA, Energetic, Energy, Funky, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Mean, Mug Shot, NYC, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Party, Porn, Prison, Radio, Scary, Sex Flick, South Central, Street, Streets, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Upbeat, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
95
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
This Is My Block
THIS IS MY BLOCK
Chorus
This is my block – this is my block
The rock ain't gon' stop
This place is hot y'all – Ho ------
Verse 1
Posted up chokin'
On some Indo green
Stacked up in the back
Too many Stacks
I'm mean
These streets is the King's streets
It seems
Everyone or two years I have to make 'em lean
Hit 'em with tha machines
If you run the block
Heavy Handed Means!
Greasy
Enough cake to make your wake come quicker than a sun beam
Run up on you with the Fo' leave ya leaking
Pulling capers and I'm squeezing
It's Pleasing!
Yeah you nippy but I'm FREEZING
Fully automatic cracks
Now yo' whole family's weeping
Stop ya madness young dudes
I'm a veteran killa
Servin' 22 blocks
On every corner I'm the major dealer
Only 19 when I wrapped a Milla
You taking over the flow? Stop it will ya!
Ya pocket's thin? Boy I feel ya
But is it worth eating steel bullet dinners?
Repeat Chorus
Verse 2
We get it poppin'
What you talkin' bout dude?
You up in da club..
Chump, I own the club
You see how all they' eyes is glued
On my section roped off it's a thug reunion
We tucked with our tools.. Send
Them Bunnies over it's time for pattin' pannies
More throats in action in the back than the Grammys
Everybody on the floor throwin' 'bows and two-steppin'
I'm not a DJ but I make lean back when I'm pepperin'
No stressing
Mo weapons
Than the American
Airforce and you the Taliban
I'm the worst
I'm the HEAT man
I keep grams
Kilo'd up
Grands in rubber bands
Understand Fam?
Cold-hearted G and I don't give a damn
Yeah they saw what happened
But they won't take the stand
Everybody give respect
Cousin, I'm the man!
Taxin', Clappin', It's crackin'
That's why I'm rappin'
Repeat Chorus
Vamp
Watch yo' back!
No matter what you do
Dog I'm watching you
You betta' watch yo' back!
I got eyes on every corner, plenty guns to shoot
Homey don't get smacked!
I'll treat you like my hoes if you disrespect
Make me grab the Tech
Or maybe grab ya neck!
Homey watch yo' back
You'll pay a heavy debt
Watch yo' back!
No matter what you do
Dog I'm watching you
You betta' watch yo' back!
I got eyes on every corner, plenty guns to shoot
Homey don't get smacked!
I'll treat you like my hoes if you disrespect
Make me grab the Tech
Or maybe grab ya neck!
Them slugs is hot
Homey, This is My Block!!
Puto Gobierno
Artist(s): Paco
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 33.34% / Francisco Jimenez Garcia (ASCAP) 33.33% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 33.33%
Publisher(s):
Tony Vose Music (BMI) 33.33% / Latino Style Publishing (ASCAP) 33.33% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.34%
Category:
Latin
Subcategories:
Cartel Rap, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Latin Hip Hop Rap, Male Vocal, Narco Rap, Rap, Spanish, Urban
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Angry, Arrest, Barrio, Cartel, Chaos, City, Club, Compton, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, East LA, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Government, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Lute, Mean, Mexican, Mexico, Mug Shot, Narco, Ominous, Outrage, Prison, Puto Gobierno, Rage, Rape, Riot, Scary, Shooting, South Central, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Struggle, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
93
Language:
Spanish
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Puto Gobierno
PUTO GOBIERNO
(FUCKING GOVERNMENT)
Esto es lo que pienso... cerdos!
This is what I think...pigs!
CHORUS (2x)
Puto Gobierno, todo corrupto
Fucking government, all currupt
No somos brutos
We're not idiots
No sean injustos
Don't be unfair
El pobre es mas pobre
The poor are poorer
El rico es más rico
The rich are richer
Vamos cayendo de culo y de hocico
We keep falling on our ass and our face
Soy uno más, uno más de la lista
I'm just one more, one more on the list
De estos inmigrantes buscando nueva vida
Of the immigrants searching for a new life
Pues de donde vengo no hay otra salida
For when I'm from there is no other way out
Que venir a la Unite por la comida
Than to come to the Status for food
Algo tan sencillo como el pan en la mesa
Something as simple as bread on the table
Allá es muy difícil pues abunda la pobreza
There is dificult for poverty abunds
Nunca hay trabajo y si lo hay es mal pagado
Never any work and if there is, it's not well paid
Todo te lo roban
Everything is stollen
Todo esta cagado
Everything is fucked
Puto gobierno que nada mejora
Fucking Government doesn't make things better
Por eso emigran tantas personas
That's why so many people immigrate
Marihuana y la coca es la moda
Marijuana and Coke are the fashion
Todo se empeora
Everything is worst
Es pura joda
It's all a joke
Que es lo que pasa, ah, yeah?
What is going on, ah, yeah?
Pues nadie hace nada, nadie hace nada
Nobody does anything, nobody does anything
Por esto escribo desde tierras nevadas
That's why I write from the the land of snow
Buscando la plata, mi vida cambiada
Searching for money, my life will change
CHORUS (2x)
Puto Gobierno, todo corrupto
Fucking government, all currupt
No somos brutos
We're not idiots
No sean injustos
Don't be unfair
El pobre es mas pobre
The poor are poorer
El rico es más rico
The rich are richer
Vamos cayendo de culo y de hocico
We keep falling on our ass and our face
Y ahora me hablan de libre comercio
And now they talk to me about "free trade"
Que será mejor y habrá trabajo
That it'll make it all better, they'll be work
Como les puedo creer
How can I believe them
Si debajo todo lo venden
If they sell out
Y todo es más caro
Everything is so expensive
Marcha mi pueblo y busca respuestas
March my people, look for answers
Se escuchan voces se escuchan protestas
We hear voices, we hear protests
De nada sirve si al final llega el pago
Nothing happens since when payday comes
Nota rebajado el día del paro
Protest day pay is deducted
Solo están los que meten la mano
All who survive are tose who dirty their hands
Los que roban al gallo tapado
Those who steal from the poor
Son hijueputas ladrones
They're damn theives
Esos políticos señores
These politicians
Los que mandan en la cochina asamblea
The ones who rule in the Asembly
Para que el lunes usted lea
Just so Monday you can read
Se robaron a las secretarias
That the secretaries have been kidnapped
Se robaron la plata de la malaria
They've stolen the money for the malaria cure
CHORUS (2x)
Puto Gobierno, todo corrupto
Fucking government, all currupt
No somos brutos
We're not idiots
No sean injustos
Don't be unfair
El pobre es mas pobre
The poor are poorer
El rico es más rico
The rich are richer
Vamos cayendo de culo y de hocico
We keep falling on our ass and our face
Si eres mi hermano dame la razón
If you're my brother tell me I'm right
De donde venimos está todo cabrón
Where we come from, everything is fucked
Si eres mi hermano I'll tell you the truth
If you're my brothere I'll tell you the truth
Estamos aquí for money like you
We're here for money like you
Si eres mi hermano dame la razón
If you're my brother tell me I"m right
De donde venimos está todo cabrón
Where we come from, everything is fucked
Si eres mi hermano I'll tell you the truth
If you're my brother I'll tell you the truth
Estamos aquí for money like you
We're here for money like you
CHORUS (2x)
Puto Gobierno, todo corrupto
Fucking government, all currupt
No somos brutos
We're not idiots
No sean injustos
Don't be unfair
El pobre es mas pobre
The poor are poorer
El rico es más rico
The rich are richer
Vamos cayendo de culo y de hocico
We keep falling on our ass and our face
Puto Gobierno, todo corrupto
Fucking government, all currupt
Que nada cambia, que nada cambia
Nothing changes, nothing changes
El pobre es mas pobre
The poor are poorer
El rico es más rico
The rich are richer
Que nos hunde, que nos hunde
We're drowning, we're drowning
Puto gobierno, todo corrupto
Fucking government, all currupt
Que nos acaba, que nos acaba
That ruins us, that ruins us
El pobre es mas pobre
The poor are poorer
El rico es más rico
The rich are richer
Que todo roba, todo lo roba
They steal all, they steal all
Y aquí estamos cabrones
And here we are
Luchando por nuestros ideales
Fighting for our ideals
Luchando por estar mejor
Fighting to be better
Porque nos tienen cagados
Because they've fucked us
Puto Gobierno
Fucking Government
Que si no fuera por esos pinches políticos cabrones
If it weren't for those fucking asshole polititians
Estaríamos mejor, compadre
We'd be better off, my brother
Play For Keeps
Artist(s): G-Stack
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Don Reynolds (ASCAP) 10% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Guerilla Funk Family Musicworx (ASCAP) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Barrio, City, Club, Cop Show, Dark, Death, Drive By, Drugs, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, Mean, Ominous, Party, Prison, Scary, Sex, Shooting, Street, Strip Club, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Synthesizer
BPM:
90
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Play For Keeps
Play For Keeps
Chorus
I play 4 keeps
Don't mess with me
Better get out of my face
I'm the winner G
I own the street
Ain't gonna lose
Digging a plot
Gonna put you down six feet
Repeat 1X
1st Verse
I took ten shots, think you can roast da Dog!!
I keep the gat cocked creepin through the fog
Sneak up on ya like a shadow when we crawl
And leave ya leakin'
And ya mama screamin' dat I'm wrong
Ghetto reaper
Black Cape
Dog, I'm sinister
Nobody pull me off the task 'till its done
And I stay taxin' and I'm warnin' you all
My meat I like raw
Walkin' these streets you showin' ya gall
To think you could ball
If daddy's lookin' who ya gone call
Cause when I seen ya pull the 44 den BLAWWW!!!
I live above the law
I meant to throw her through the window, see..
It ain't about the green
Boy I'm a MEAN FIEND
Last week a new crew wit keys
They rolled around here flashy
Think they gonna bling bling
But I think not!!
Cause when dey came around my way
I jacked 'em den I cracked 'em
Cause ya boy don't play!!!
Repeat Chorus
2nd Verse
0:06:00 ya hopin' ya don't choke
Ya spot me floatin' through ya yard chokin' da smoke
You wanna run for some shelta but come up shote wit my dope
I come descendin' like I was wearin' a cloke
There's no where to runna when I swoop down on ya
Go for a collar left right stroke and you a gonna
Cause there's no roller
Shoot straighter
No greater
Darth Vader
If I walk through ya door
It's see-ya-later
I'm gonna shoot it it's ya turn to die
And let ya body rot
We known to peel on spot
That's how I keep a knot
Get ta duckin' when you see me
I'm 1 or 4 or 5 major villains on these streets
With chrome gleamin'
Cold deamon
Ol' gold leanin'
Head the toe tag team and I'm schemin'
Center of da scene
And We don't duck da law
187
You stepped on
And we da raw
Repeat Chorus
3rd Verse
Now I told you young dummies once
I'm a killa toe to fro
Grindin' all 12 months
While(space) I soldier servin' grief
Ya smoke to much
You want my flow stopped
Handle mine homicide end up chalkin when I touch ya
Done(space)
Fool and you can get ta shuckin' and duckin'
Quit son
It won't save you
Young peela
The hood don dada
And I'm willin' wit ya girl
If you think you comin' for my green
I'll rock ya world
All the street brawlers
Is green as my top dolla
Wit all the yay I'm movin'
I'm ballin'
I'm rotweiller
Fa sho' bet I load and lock bite ya neck (space)
You a ho
G's give cuz much respect
Cause I...

Let's Ride
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:
Rock
Subcategories:
2000s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Rock
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Chaos, City, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dance, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, East LA, Energetic, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Gypsy, Jail, Killer, Mean, Mid East, Middle Eastern Influence, Mug Shot, Murder, NYC, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Party, Prison, Radio, Scary, Shooting, South Central, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Upbeat, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
140
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Let's Ride
LET'S RIDE
CHORUS
LET"S RIDE
Gotta hit the street – we packin' heat – we movin'
LET'S RIDE
Got the AK cocked, it's ready to pop – let's do it
LET'S ROLL
We comin' for ya – gunnin' for ya
So LET'S RIDE – Let's RIDE
VERSE 1
Gotta creep down the street when I hold the heat
Pop pop them drop them off of they feet
Ghetto chicks love it when I drop the beat
Tell em dirts done better hide the gun
Out on the stoop like what what
Officer ima have to duck
Straight out of luck better pass the buck
Aint nobody doin no gangsta ish
Im an educated thug I aint dangerous
Soon as popo done leave the spot
Better bet in a minute im cocked and locked
Hop in the whip 300 dropped
But it aint in my name if I get cold caught
Caught a bid once so I cant get dropped
It's a gangsta thing hit low when I swing
Got about 5 chicks waitin for that ring
Spend funny money like it aint no thing
Hook that cook that thing up
Better get blinged up
If you wanna ride with me
Gotta take control
Like an animal im on parole I don't pay the toll
Rolex on froze cuz I love them hoes
Made em arch they back as they touch they toes
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Got that dough betta bet we froze
Sippin on Veuve Cliquot you know
Cant mess with this in a 9 by 6
Shut them lips and it better be quick
2 holes in the chest start to switch
rap about it when I put it on the mix
make a hit stack bricks I am legit
I will click click then pow!
Chicks on the tip take one then flip
Out the back door when im done with it
Go to the show when they climb them poles
Better believe you wont get no dough
On the dance floor man out of control
On the blow when they pop the roll
Ak cocked so don't talk no mo
Smoke then roll nice and slow
Creepin up with he black tint windows
Better duck when you see me on the go
Yes yes get that get that fresh fresh
Hit that hit that hold the smoke
No beginner no choke
Roll up the dutch that's what I wrote
Ima pop the clutch I don't shoot no dope
Put a lazer scope on top of the do'
CHORUS
Verse 3
Blast ya gat ya off ya feet
I never rush im all low on the street
Keep it cool like luke cuz im ready to shoot
Lay down on the ground look what I found
Yeyo in the trunk man about a pound
I could flip that yo thats how I get down
Gotta get that dough then I pass it out
Gotta maintain without a doubt
Puff that puff that pass pass
Ruff that ruff that gas gas
Chalk it up then I cook it up
Rock it up up then I hook it up
Gotta get dirty bills man that's wussup
Pour a sip on the ground for the soldiers told ya
Puff that puff that pass pass
Ruff that ruff that gas gas

Hot In The Club
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Booty, Bump n Grind, Chaos, City, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Crunk, Dance, Dark, Dirty, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, East LA, Energetic, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Mean, Mug Shot, NYC, Nasty, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Party, Prison, Radio, Scary, Sexy, South Central, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Upbeat, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
101
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Hot In The Club
HOT IN THE CLUB
CHORUS
Hot in the club yeah
Up in the club little drugs little love
Make it shine from above drink a little henny
Move that fanny outstanding
Im inside while you still in line
VERSE 1
Im holding hands with this divine thing
I think she make my mind sing
Yo we in a see through bathroom
Quick lock the door
Never seen a body like that before
Make me want to run home write metaphors
See we been doin it in the club since 94
This is a hip hop stick up sick put ya hands up
Wave em in the air like ya just got out of lock up
We walk up with 50 bouncers look shifty
Get ya hands out ya pocket quick kid
I saw ya hide those little diamonds
When you see my eyes shinin
Straight from Long Island better not look at the god
Now smiling okay okay
CHORUS
Hot in the club a little drugs little love
Make it shine from above
Drink a little henny move that fanny outstanding
Im inside while you still in line
VERSE 2
Ok ok I didn't bring no AK
Time to pop a hundred dollar sparkles
Yo pour in the chambord
I drove the LamborGhini here
But I think im leavin with that little teeny here
She whisperin good things in my ear
Oh my god say it out loud it sounds scandalous
Throw me off balance like bad drugs
We aint mad thugs we just come here to party
I like to sip cognac I don't drink Bacardi
Speakin of which lets switch seats I got to roll up a philly
Let the club feel the heat spread ya legs out
Move that ass move ya feet
CHORUS

Git Me Some
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Barrio, Chaos, City, Dark, Drive By, Drugs, Energetic, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, Mean, Ominous, Prison, Promo, Scary, Sports, Street, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
106
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Git Me Some
GIT ME SOME
CHORUS
Money gonna get me some honeys gonna get me some holla
Yeah oohh ooh gonna get me some get me some
Ladies gonna get me some crazy gonna get me some ladies
Gonna get me some party oohh oohhh
VERSE 1
Gonna take a look at the nook of my neck of the woods
Its all good its understood but im above a battle saddle up the philly
And get reall y on the day to day dilly of the dally of a dollar in the
Valley keep the increase till deceased I never flash a peace sign
To tell you whats on my mind I got thick rhymes that'll never see the light of the day
Play the occupation operation back in the 70s would've had to been a smooth hustler
Just to get the cheese now in new millennium im onto them they onto us get on the bus
But I could never trust a mister buster of the populous they like to trust and long legs
Skinny braids get the show get paid rodeo lasso up the stupid dough I aint lyin honeys cryin tryin to do voodoo at the show
CHORUS
I got you in my grip hush child don't slip sleep sleek sheets slip
Seek heat success chest to chest sweat you think that im a natural
Well im not even done yet spend dollars too long in a mental tenement
I might bend with it but ill never break you come fast ill come late
Just rip the party up to date your fate is what you make of it the fakers
High stakers some packin some stackin it I cant lose ill get busted
Used to get dusted now my armys crusted with a band of ice suss one
Vice or two that's true advice to you I might switch the other shoe
But it would never fit I get stick stuck tick tack patty actin wack
My knack is for the crackin of the domes with dope poems holmes
CHORUS
Breakdown
This little word goes round and round I wont stop until
Ive found cool cool crazies know how to get down

Gimme A Wooo
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Barrio, City, Dance, Drive By, Drugs, Energetic, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Night Club, Party, Radio, Sexy, Street, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
96
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Gimme A Wooo
GIMME A WOOO
GIMME A WOOO
EVERYBODY FROM THE FRONT TO THE BACK SIDE TO SIDE
GIMME A HEYY
ALL THE LADIES GONNA TAKE YOU FOR A RIDE TONIGHT
Now let me take you for a little ride tonight
Pimped back in a Cadillac feeling allright
Old school like a pimp on a Saturday night
Lean back in the seat head tilt to the right
I aint a mean man I could just lean man
Pull over for a second pull out the green man
You know we smoke lets do it (do it)
See that red light run right through it
Aint nothing but a party goin down right now
All the ladies in the ride got that rump like pow
Wanna know how I do it just ask me how
Jeans is pressed and smell so fresh
Mint tic tacs something for the breath
Straight half twisted by the time I left
On the two way speeding down the freeway
Me and my dj going to rock the spot tonight
Chorus
Now all the ladies in the place are you feeling allright
Got style and finesse old school like def
New school like fool better catch your breath
Ill be rockin this party till theres no one left
Straight crunk in the back get it packed that's my method
Aint no one in the spot waiting to get hectic
A little attitude my crew will correct it
Move that little thing over I inspect it
Went to the corner of the club she directed
Licked her lips and then she moved her hips
In my mind I was wylin doin two back flips
Does she drive automatic or she ride that stick
Chorus
Little twinkle in the eye now she act all slick
I like short ones tall ones skinny or thick
Down south out west or shes from the bricks
Now they all acting fly so just take your pick
Be a gentleman got that adrenaline
Pump like medicine into the system
Look how she glistens like the diamonds on my wrist
Pourin cris in the glass you know we pimp like this
I aint nothing but a fiend for this all night thing
Hands up in the air iced out like bling
Now just gimme that beat so I can do my thing
Gangster
Artist(s): Paco
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 33.34% / Francisco Jimenez Garcia (ASCAP) 33.33% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 33.33%
Publisher(s):
Calamari Music (BMI) 33.33% / Latino Style Publishing (ASCAP) 33.33% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.34%
Category:
Latin
Subcategories:
Cartel Rap, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Latin Hip Hop Rap, Male Vocal, Mexican, Narco Rap, Rap, Spanish, Urban
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Angry, Arrest, Barrio, Cartel, Chaos, City, Club, Compton, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, East LA, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Lute, Mean, Mexican, Mexico, Mug Shot, Narco, Ominous, Outrage, Prison, Rage, Rape, Riot, Scary, Shooting, South Central, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Struggle, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Horns, Keyboard, Percussion, Piano, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
80
Language:
Spanish
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Gangster
GANGSTER
INTRO:
Damas y caballeros,
Ladies and gentlemen
Pongan atención al siguiente comunicado
Pay attention to the following announcement
Damas y caballeros,
Ladies and gentlemen
Pongan atención al siguiente comunicado
Pay attention to the following announcement
Bienvenidos a L.A. donde las drogas y los freeways
Welcome to L.A. where drugs and freeways
Son normales pa' la gente (gangster)
Are normal to everyone (gangster)
Marihuana por aquí marihuana por allá
Marihuana here, marihuana over there
Onda multicultural esta presente (gangster)
Multicultural wave is present (gangster)
Frente al rótulo de Hollywood millones de viajeros
Millions of travelors before the Hollywood sign
Siempre sueňan con la fama (gangster)
Always dreaming of fame (gangster)
Con tu foto, tu página, y "my space" encontrarás
Add your pic, your webpage, your "myspace"
Cual es tu rama, y cuanto ganan (gangster)
You will find your field and how much they make
Si no tienes de que esconderte
If you have nothing to hide from
Y no tienes de que ofenderte
If you have nothing to be offended by
Y la suerte no quiere ni verte
And luck doesn't want to come near you
Y no le temes ni a la muerte
And you ain't afraid of death
Si no tienes de que esconderte
If you have nothing to hide from
Y no tienes de que ofenderte
If you have nothing to be offended by
Y la suerte no quiere ni verte
And luck doesn't want to come near you
Y no le temes ni a la muerte
And you ain't afraid of death
Pon atención a lo que digo (brother)
Pay attention to what I say (brother)
Pistola en mano siempre conmigo
Gun in hand always with me
Yo nunca mato sin motivo (gangster)
I never kill without a reason (gangster)
Uso la ciencia que domina a todo vivo
I use science to dominate the living
Pon atención a lo que digo (brother)
Pay attention to what I say (brother)
Pistola en mano siempre conmigo
Gun in hand always with me
Yo nunca mato sin motivo (gangster)
I never kill without a reason (gangster)
Uso la ciencia que domina a todo vivo
I use science to dominate the living
Bienvenidos a L.A. donde las drogas y los freeways
Welcome to L.A. where drugs and freeways
Son normales pa' la gente (gangster)
Are normal to everyone (gangster)
Marihuana por aquí marihuana por allá
Marihuana here, marihuana over there
Onda multicultural esta presente (gangster)
Multicultural wave is present (gangster)
Frente al rótulo de Hollywood millones de viajeros
Millions of travelers before the Hollywood sign
Siempre sueňan con la fama (gangster)
Always dreaming of fame (gangster)
Con tu foto, tu página, y "my space" encontrarás
Add your pic, your webpage, your "myspace"
Cual es tu rama, y cuanto ganan (gangster)
You will find your field and how much they make
Nunca voa contarles nada...si yo no se, si yo no se
I'll never say anything...that I don't know about
Nunca voa a inventarme nada...para crecer, para crecer
I'll never make anything up...to grow, to grow
Nunca voa decir lo mismo...si ya lo se, si ya lo se
I'll never repeat myself... If I know it, if I know it
Yo te digo lo que he visto y eso lo se y eso lo se
I'll tell you what I've seen... and what I know
El cambiar de país puede resultar traumático en la vida
Moving from your country is traumatic
Muchos vienen, se van con heridas
Many come, and leave with wounds
En los bares, las plazas, las calles los turistas
At the bars, fields, in the streets the tourists
Son los que dominan en esta tierra de artistas
Are who dominate this land of artists
Muchos saben que no hay trabajo para indocumentados
Many know there is no work for immigrants
Y se pudren de luchar por buscar pocos centavos
And they rot fighting for a few coins
Con las deudas hasta el cuello desfilan mis paisanos
With debt to their necks they prance around
Que con el tiempo siendo gángster encuentran lo de humano
As time goes by, as gangsters they become human
Bienvenidos a L.A. donde las drogas y los freeways
Welcome to L.A. where drugs and freeways
Son normales pa' la gente (gangster)
Are normal to everyone (gangster)
Marihuana por aquí marihuana por allá
Marihuana here, marihuana over there
Onda multicultural esta presente (gangster)
Multicultural wave is present (gangster)
Frente al rótulo de Hollywood millones de viajeros
Millions of travelers before the Hollywood sign
Siempre sueňan con la fama (gangster)
Always dreaming of fame (gangster)
Con tu foto, tu página, y "my space" encontrarás
Add your pic, your webpage, your "myspace"
Cual es tu rama, y cuanto ganan (gangster)
You will find your field and how much they make
Nunca voa contarles nada...si yo no se, si yo no se
I'll never say anything...that I don't know about
Nunca voa a inventarme nada...para crecer, para crecer
I'll never make anything up...to grow, to grow
Nunca voa decir lo mismo...si ya lo se, si ya lo se
I'll never repeat myself... If I know it, if I know it
Yo te digo lo que he visto y eso lo se y eso lo se
I'll tell you what I've seen... and what I know
Bienvenidos a L.A. donde las drogas y los freeways
Welcome to L.A. where drugs and freeways
Son normales pa' la gente (gangster)
Are normal to everyone (gangster)
Marihuana por aquí marihuana por allá
Marihuana here, marihuana over there
Onda multicultural esta presente (gangster)
Multicultural wave is present (gangster)
Frente al rótulo de Hollywood millones de viajeros
Millions of travelers before the Hollywood sign
Siempre sueňan con la fama (gangster)
Always dreaming of fame (gangster)
Con tu foto, tu página, y "my space" encontrarás
Add your pic, your webpage, your "myspace"
Cual es tu rama, y cuanto ganan (gangster)
You will find your field and how much they make
Vi varios niños jugando a que mataban
I saw some kids playing killers
Con falsas escopetas a todos amenazaban
With fake rifles they threatened everyone
Quien les dirá que esto no es un juego
Who will tell them it's not a game
Que cuando crezcan seguirán pero con fuego
When they grow up it'll be real fire
Jugar de matar a otro para divertirse
Playing to kill someone for fun
Es matar por dinero cuando no hay de que reírse.
Is to kill for money later on
Me queman las manos por disparar
My hands sting to shoot
Mi sangre sacrifica mis pecados
My blood sacrifies my sins
Creepin'
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:
Aggressive, Alley, Barrio, City, Club, Cop Show, Dark, Death, Drive By, Drugs, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, Mean, Ominous, Party, Prison, Scary, Sex, Shooting, Street, Strip Club, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Synthesizer
BPM:
89
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Creepin'
CREEPIN'
CHORUS
Creepin' creepin' I'm part of the streets
And ima keep holdin' heat till im six feet deep
Preachin' preachin' I'm holdin' this beat
And ima keep the body rockin' from your head to your feet
Verse 1
I been so long on the street
I got scars where my soul used to be
From CP to LBC im a freak
And you can catch me by the side of the road
I make em scream make ya fall out ya jeans
'cause im a hood so clean in a '62
continental creep with a lean so mean
I can never be stopped even in dreams
Even fiends think about the way
I cook up the product I wont lie
I got devils pie piece of narcotics
And I been shot up getting caught up in the game
Do or die never wondered why
God gave me wings and ima fly
Can't keep my eyes dry when I think about
The drive by put my mans soul in the sky
One night in Bed-Sty
Ima keep on pushin keep on sellin my position
Im a blacktop magician
An attack dog im vicious
Im intelligent seditious
It's a dangerous condition
CHORUS
Try and touch me where im livin
'cause I know that I been givin gifts
im steady even with a fifth of Henny in me belly
im so gully I got Nelly yellin Hip Hop Hip Hop
don't stop undercover like Tupac
im makin' ya knees knock keep it all froze game caught
in a headlock sayin please don't stop
'til you reach the top and you got
5 lives to try make nothing different
and you get no independence
mind locked like 5th amendments
ima count you in attendance
only if you pay attention
I done told you I was st.john
Engine precision im dishin out the wishin
And im switchin what im hittin
Cause its serious
CHORUS
Cafeina
Artist(s): Paco
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 33.34% / Francisco Jimenez Garcia (ASCAP) 33.33% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 33.33%
Publisher(s):
Calamari Music (BMI) 33.33% / Latino Style Publishing (ASCAP) 33.33% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.34%
Category:
Latin
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Latin Hip Hop Rap, Male Vocal, Rap, Spanish, Urban
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Angry, Arrest, Barrio, Chaos, City, Club, Compton, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, East LA, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Lute, Mean, Mexican, Mexico, Mug Shot, Ominous, Outrage, Prison, Rage, Rape, Riot, Scary, Shooting, South Central, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Struggle, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
93
Language:
Spanish
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Cafeina
CAFEINA
INTRO
Aquí llego de nuevo el carnal de la rima
El que sabe que en la cima... algún día lo verán
Toma mi descargue, dame ya mi parte
Si me dices pase tengo mi remate
No me la almacene
Mira que ya viene
El que te mantiene
Y el que te sostiene
Me llaman el maestro rappero de la época
Te voy a contar y a rappear mi anécdota
Desde pequeño mi rima fue eléctrica, enérgica
Fonética y con buena estética
Lo que hago me sale natural
Es un pedo raro, un pedo espiritual
Mis compadres se impresionan cuando bebo
Botella de tequila y nunca quedo pedo
PRE-CHORUSx2
Espérame en el muelle antes que me estrelle
Un negocio selle
Y te lo embotelle
CHORUS
Cafeína pa' la bailarina, pa' la Argentina, para la vecina
Cafeína pa' la campesina, pa' toda la China y la Filipina
Cafeína para la rutina, una golosina con mucha energía
Cafeína toda una mina siempre en la cocina donde predomina
Todo el mundo sabe que el mundo vueltas da
Y ahora he dejado lo rapero, la verdad
He descubierto el negocio del billete
Kilo tras kilo yo mando mi flete
Cargo cohete, me llaman Pepe
Cafeína 'pa toda mi gente
Rancho tras rancho, gente tras gente
Soy tu agente semi delincuente
Tocaremos el cielo
Subiremos hasta el sol o nos iremos al infierno
BRIDGE x2
Comprende, aprende, entiende
No te sorprende que te la vende (cafeína, cafeína, cafeína)
CHORUS
Cafeína pa' la bailarina, pa' la Argentina, para la vecina
Cafeína pa' la campesina, pa' toda la China y la Filipina
Cafeína para la rutina, una golosina con mucha energía
Cafeína toda una mina siempre en la cocina donde predomina
Y esto compadre se lo debo a mi mama
Siempre me decía ponete a rappear y veras con los que te vas a topar
Con soberanía llena tu alcancía
Los sueños se alcanzan sea de noche o sea de día

Bring It On
Artist(s): Slur-P
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 33.34% / David Armitage (BMI) 33.33% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 33.33%
Publisher(s):
Tony Vose Music (BMI) 33.33% / Tech Styles Music (BMI) 33.33% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.34%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Hip Hop, Indie, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, Rap, Rock
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Barrio, City, Club, Cop Show, Dark, Death, Drive By, Drugs, Energy, Explicit Lyrics, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, Mean, Ominous, Party, Prison, Promo, Scary, Sex, Shooting, Sports, Street, Strip Club, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Synthesizer
BPM:
85
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Bring It On
BRING IT ON (Clean)
Man these little fools think they can step up and try to question my authority
Don't they know it's life or death out here in the city streets
Rockin' these gritty beats, please
Ill disease manifest in violent fantasies and tendencies to overreact attack and ransack villages the pillager like Ghengis Khan you relate the source of infinite hate that motivates a killer the shark the 24-7 hunter red eyes gleam search for the mark wak MC on pipe dream step to the cipher to sharpen my claws loosen some jaws give final rites say goodnight and send 'em home in a box my fight not I'm hyped ready for war check my arsenal and strap refresh ammo and head for the door want a firefight slide into the night a deadly shadow that could shift the stitch of the fates with one riff and unleash a massacre I'm blastin master assassin on the warpath can't hold back it's full blast comin ill to correct catch wreck and snap necks with some raw ass funk no need for special effects
Chorus:
Bring it on
You wanna play me
Think I'm crazy
I'm gonna show you
Blow you away
I can take anything you got
Shoot your shot wake up cause
I own this game
Lab explosion you're dozin I'm swingin for the balcony rows and your flows are stopping at your toes your sole projection you're clothes and watch chose to perfection grab the steel and your as real as 'its at a porno convention I outbox you one handed outfox at every twist and turn of my command of reckless abandon more shots landed your crew can't stand it watchin my underhanded tactics expose your need for more practice I'm sharp like cactus spikes light up the mike and rock block your weakness while I freak this hip hop true MC battle me and be left in memory or just forgotten as one more fate who's style is rotten you're a seed that never sprouted you never made the first stage when I engage I'm lethal as a twelve gauge at close range my battle axioms are razor sharp practice the dark arts I'll cut out your heart from the start your marked
Chorus
There's no escape from this reality just another casualty of combat better go back slow down your drum track in fact start from scratch cause your whole style is wak soundin like a Jack Kerowac crack flashback I react my instinct go for the throat I wanna hear you choke disappear in a cloud of my gun smoke <> hope defeated I'm top seated royally treated warnings should be headed true contenders needed I'll repeat it if I must stay weeded when I bust I outlast and outpace the enemy is crushed dust to dust ashes to ashes they all fall down retain my crown go down in history books and catch jealous looks take off my cape and dance around like godfather James Brown when you hear the funky sound you know its time to get down the mike burner bomb sparker drive the party insane so bring it on 'cause I own this game y'hear bring it to me
Chorus

Back Against The Wall
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Barrio, Chaos, City, Dark, Drive By, Drugs, Energetic, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, Mean, Ominous, Prison, Promo, Scary, Sports, Street, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
100
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Back Against The Wall
BACK AGAINST THE WALL
Chorus
Propaganda make my heart beat faster
Running and gunnin im done in with the same life
Son caught between a rock and the game
Harder than I am one man comin with the same plan
Hot damn broke down folks say god bless ya then stress
Ya distress ya confess that my chest is distressed I cant breathe
Seize upon my need to escape the same fate
Maybe money mention heavy debted did I said it
Yes I must because I thrust myself and let it out quick
Sand in which I stand a situation Benjamin chasing facing one year up to life
Mental trigger picture bigger things than hustling and strife
Up against the ropes dope dealer nope
Rock another boat three situations got me chasing
On probation failing falling finally fed up sick cycle in the cut
Got this feeling in my gut that im stuck land of the free
Cant disagree but somes trapped got to find my way
Now its 3 am in the morning theres a warning bell ringing in my head said im sick of doing stick ups but im dead if my man cant make it
Take it underground and wait
Chorus
Heavy cats in undercover caps and all I wanna do is relax
And vibe ou kick hard like the bass and sharp like the flip
Recapitulation takes discipline participating such such
Mentally tough aint afraid of enough june gloom boom boom
Sunny disguised money in the symphony
Fool im strength and smoke whispers and solidity
Random destiny strewn street thoughts beat me in punches
Im possibly a mystery life is complicated sometimes
I sedate it I waited too long now im gone
Unless I bust these hustles and its on gotta use some muscle
And I gotta live long song of the ancients in my blood strong
Now I make my move prove that im righteous fight this feeling
Til im wheeling im gone hunches past assumptions
Amd im done with frontin kid visions of apocalypse burst
From the lips of misfits I have risen and arosen
The last amongst the chosen feel as if im frozen
Stuck against the bricks backed up and im sick of feeling
Dismissed yes even by my misses now the list as long
As history gotta make a monument of flow
Armemonos
Artist(s): Paco
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 33.34% / Francisco Jimenez Garcia (ASCAP) 33.33% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 33.33%
Publisher(s):
Tony Vose Music (BMI) 33.33% / Latino Style Publishing (ASCAP) 33.33% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.34%
Category:
Latin
Subcategories:
Cartel Rap, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Latin Hip Hop Rap, Male Vocal, Narco Rap, Rap, Spanish, Urban
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Angry, Arrest, Barrio, Cartel, Chaos, City, Club, Compton, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, East LA, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Lute, Mean, Mexican, Mexico, Mug Shot, Narco, Ominous, Outrage, Prison, Rage, Rape, Riot, Scary, Shooting, South Central, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Struggle, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
89
Language:
Spanish
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Armemonos
ARMEMONOS
LET'S LOAD OURSELVES
(English Rough Translation)
Este es Paco, cargamento con conocimiento
This is Paco, knowledgable cargo
Armémonos de valor, de coraje, de confianza
Let's load ourselves with courage, anger, trust
Porque todos saben que en la vida así se avanza
Because everyone knows that's how you get ahead in life
Armémonos del poder, de la fe, de la sed
Let's load ourselves with power, with the faith, with the thirst
Del hombre que busca ese nuevo renacer
Of the man who searches for that new birth
Armémonos de las cosas tan hermosas
Let's load ourselves of the beautiful things
Que nos llenan como el aire, como el agua, el sol... ¿que paso?
That fulfills us like the air, like water, the sun... what's going on?
Armémonos de las fuerzas 'pa seguir buscando
Let's load ourselves with the strength to continue searching
Corregir los errores, el pasado olvidando
Correcting the errors, forgetting the past
1, 2, 3 te cambio esta tristeza por toda la belleza que te da una sonrisa
1, 2, 3 I'll trade you sadness for all the beauty of a smile
1, 2, 3 te cambio la amargura por un poco de lo alegre, de lo alegre de la vida
1, 2, 3 I'll trade you bitterness for a bit of the joy, the joy of life
Armémonos de valor, armémonos de la fe
Let's load ourselves with courage, load ourselves of faith
Armémonos del coraje, armemos placer
Let's load ourselves with anger, let's load pleasure
Armémonos de valor, armémonos de la fe
Let's load ourselves with courage, load ourselves of faith
Armémonos del coraje, armemos placer
Let's load ourselves with anger, let's load pleasure
Armémonos de valor, de coraje, de confianza
Let's load ourselves with courage, anger, trust
Porque todos saben que en la vida así se avanza
Because everyone knows that's how you get ahead in life
Armémonos del poder, de la fe, de la sed
Let's load ourselves with power, with the faith, with the thirst
Del hombre que busca ese nuevo renacer
Of the man who searches for that new birth
Armémonos de las cosas tan hermosas
Let's load ourselves of the beautiful things
Que nos llenan como el aire, como el agua, el sol... ¿que paso?
That fulfills us like the air, like water, the sun... what's going on?
Armémonos de las fuerzas 'pa seguir buscando
Let's load ourselves with the strength to continue searching
Corregir los errores, el pasado olvidando
Correcting the errors, forgetting the past
En el cielo esta el abuelo que me daba caramelo
Grandpa who gave me candy is in the heavens
Y este hielo que congela como si fuera polluelo
And this ice that freezes me as if I were a baby
Hoy me ha puesto en este duelo con los pies bien en el suelo
Today has made me face this fight with my feet strong on the ground
El caballo que ahora monto, yo lo monto a puro pelo
The horse I ride, I ride bare-back
Todos saben que no tengo celo, lero, lero,
Everyone knows I am not one to be envious
El mero mero, no exagero, lo que anhelo, lo empapelo
I am the leader, no exaggerating, what I want I put on paper
Lo nivelo y luego lo revelo
Level it out and later reveal it
Todo lo que debo a tiempo lo cancelo
Everything I owe I cancel on time
Uhhhhhhhh... Armemos la coraza, la raza que esta sin fuerzas, sin fuerzas para seguir
Uhhhhhhhh... Let's build the armor, the race with no strength, no strength to continue
Uhhhhhhhh... Llenémonos de ganas, no importa si hoy no hay lana
Uhhhhhhhh... Let's fill ourselves with desire; it doesn't matter if today we have no cash
¡Salud!...es mejor vivir
Cheers! It's better to be alive
Soy ajeno del terreno, solo bueno es mi trueno
I'm a stranger to this land, my thunder is all power
Almaceno, te condeno y de plomo te lo lleno
I store, condemn and fill you with lead
Duro sueno con veneno, mi relleno no es de heno
I sound harsh, full of venom, and I'm not full of shit
Soy sereno, pero ordeno o sino te encadeno
I'm serene, but I get what I want or else I chain you up
Armémonos, armémonos, armémonos... y amémoslos
Let's load ourselves, load ourselves, load ourselves... and love ourselves
Armémonos, armémonos, armémonos... y amémoslos
Let's load ourselves, load ourselves, load ourselves... and love ourselves
1,2,3 Armémonos, armémonos,... y amémoslos
1, 2, 3 Let's load ourselves, load ourselves... and love ourselves
1,2,3 Armémonos
1,2,3 Let's load ourselves
1,2,3, te cambio esta tristeza
1,2,3, I'll trade you sadness
Armémonos de valor, de coraje, de confianza
Let's load ourselves with courage, anger, trust
Porque todos saben que en la vida así se avanza
Because everyone knows that's how you get ahead in life
Armémonos del poder, de la fe, de la sed
Let's load ourselves with power, with the faith, with the thirst
Del hombre que busca ese nuevo renacer
Of the man who searches for that new birth
Armémonos de las cosas tan hermosas
Let's load ourselves of the beautiful things
Que nos llenan como el aire, como el agua, el sol... ¿que paso?
That fulfills us like the air, like water, the sun... what's going on?
Armémonos de las fuerzas 'pa seguir buscando
Let's load ourselves with the strength to continue searching
Corregir los errores, el pasado olvidando
Correcting the errors, forgetting the past
Uhhhhhhhh... Llenémonos de ganas, de que en la vida así se avanza
Uhhhhhhhh... Let's fill ourselves with desire; that's how you get ahead in life
Uhhhhhhhh... Llenémonos de ganas, ese nuevo renacer
Uhhhhhhhh... Let's fill ourselves with desire; that new birth
Uhhhhhhhh... Llenémonos de ganas, como el agua, el sol... ¿que paso?
Uhhhhhhhh... Let's fill ourselves with desire; like water, the sun... what's going on?
Uhhhhhhhh... Llenémonos de ganas, el pasado olvidando
Uhhhhhhhh... Let's fill ourselves with desire; forgetting the past

Rampleto
Artist(s): Hanzel Y Ruben
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Dennis Nieves (ASCAP) 50% / Hans Kauss (BMI) 25% / Ruben Rodriguez (ASCAP) 25%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 75% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 25%
Category:
Latin
Subcategories:
Club, Dance, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Latin Hip Hop Rap, Male Vocal, R&B, Rap, Reggaeton, Urban
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Barrio, Beach, Caribbean, City, Club, Cuba, Cuban, Cubano, Dance, Domination, Gang, Gangsta, Gangsters, Getto, Ghetto, Graffiti, Gritty, Guns, Hot, Humid, Immigration, Islands, Mexican, Mexico, Miami, Night Club, Night Life, Party, Puerto Rican, Puerto Rico, Sex, Sexual, Sexy, South Beach, Spanish, Steamy, Street, Strip Club, Sweaty, Taking Over, Thugs, Tuff, Urban
Instruments:
Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
97
Language:
Spanish
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Rampleto
Rampleteo
Si quieres rampleteo sobeteo con roseo
En punto como un clavo y comienso el maltiello
A que el se pongas bruto los pegamos contra el suelo
Hanzel Y Ruben vamos toa sin freno
Te voy azotar mami dime lo que siente
Cuando Ruben te tienes de frente
Ven seduceme, provocame, Llakeame, tirame
Que si tu referee se tira lo pegamos contra el suelo
Llego la hora zero que traiga quien traiga
Estamos en la disco buscando gatas
Trais a tus amigas que la noche es larga
Que yo traigo mi combo para beber champania
Sabes que eres mia y te pones sata
Si te pones fresca te quemo las nargas
Y con mi son.. te vuela y se le caign las enaguas
(bridge)
Hanzel entro, Flako leon, mira mi amor y lo meto cabron
Apago las luces y tu me sedudes
Escuche mi music de reggaeton rapido, lenta mi mente calienta
Labios de menta lo tengo yo con este verso, un poco de sexo
Tengo tu jueso y trai sazon (2X)
Si eres bravucona menea como una fiera
Demustrame en la pista que yo soy el que tu anela
Cojete la chanca, montate en mi lancha
Soy tu Tiburon en marrea alta
Te voy a pescar, to voy abusiar, to voy a solfear
Dale golda vallena Ruben el que te lleva
Yo tengo tu can....de banana y fresa
CH Repeat
(Repeat bridge)
Oye Felina dame un poco de tu loving
Abre tu bati cueva que llego Batman y Robin
Conociones sinturon comiensa el batallon
Nadie nos para nosotros ni si quera el guazon
Bati chic ate vez bien chula con tu ropa apretaita
Jugosota tu bocita me excita
Hanzel, ese el hombre que confirma tu partida
Con mi bati te ensena superiore cuando pida
Dale queda en mi celda y tu no sale
Como criminal dejando huellas digitale
Duro ante la noche en mi cama te doy fuete
Como el cuatro de Julio explotando mi cojete
CH repeat
Rampleteo - Explicit
English Translated
If you want rampleteo, If you want get rough
Sharp as a nail and the Hammering starts
And when they try us we'll knock em to the ground
Hanzel Y Ruben, We go unchecked
I'm gonna spank you hard so tell me what you feel
When Ruben has got you in front
Come, seduce me, provoke me, ride me, throw me
If your referee jumps in we'll throw him to the ground
It is the zero hour and this is what we bring
We are in the disco looking for cats (girls)
Bring your friends that the night is long
I bring my combo to drink champagne
You know you're mine and you get wild
If you get fresh your butt gets spanked
And with my style.. you fly
(Bridge)
Hanzel enters, skinny lion, I look my love and I do it bastard
I Turn off your lights and you seduce me
Reggaeton Listen to my music fast, slow, heats my mind
Lips of mint, I have it with this verse, with some sex
and I have the spice and the seasoning (2X)
If you're tough then shake like a beast
Show me on the dance floor that I'm the one you want
Come and taks the chance and get on my boat
I'm your shark in high tide
I'm wanna find you, wanna take you, and keep you in line
Ruben is here.......to take you
I have your Bananas and strawberry
Repeat CH
(Repeat bridge)
Girl Hey you give me some loving
Open your Bat cave here came Batman and Robin
Got our belts on her comes the battalion
No one can stop us not even the Joker
Bat Girl you look nice in your tight suit
Your juicy lips excite me
Hanzel is here to confirm your presence
With our strength we show who is superior
Come in my cave and you do not leave
As a criminal leaving fingerprints
from the night before when I put it on ya
Like the 4th of July exploding my fireworks

No Me Digas Que No
Artist(s): South Rican (feat. Maleah)
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Dennis Nieves (ASCAP) 40% / Giovanni Velez (ASCAP) 20% / Jose Ortiz (ASCAP) 20% / Luis Cancel (ASCAP) 20%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Latin
Subcategories:
Club, Dance, Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Latin Hip Hop Rap, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B, Rap, Reggaeton, Urban
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Barrio, Beach, Caribbean, City, Club, Cuba, Cuban, Cubano, Dance, Domination, Gang, Gangsta, Gangsters, Getto, Ghetto, Graffiti, Gritty, Guns, Hot, Humid, Immigration, Islands, Mexican, Mexico, Miami, Night Club, Night Life, Party, Puerto Rican, Puerto Rico, Sex, Sexual, Sexy, South Beach, Spanish, Steamy, Street, Strip Club, Sweaty, Taking Over, Thugs, Tuff, Urban
Instruments:
Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
92
Language:
Spanish
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
No Me Digas Que No
No Me Digas Que No
Hoy you quiero verte mujer a Escondido en tu cuarto otra vez
No tengas miedo vente mujer
Atrevete que te Quiero !
No me digas que no (3)
Porfavor (2)
No me digas que no
Hay Yala mira no
Que quiero estar contigo
No me digas que no que yo quiero amarte
Sentiras pasion cuando yo te agarre
Mencionando tu nombre me lavanto a cada instante
Flor Hermosa yo quiero tocarte
Porque mas que eso tu sabes que soy tu gangster
El que te pone a temblar a cada instante
Sentir tu piel y seducirte
Y con champagne Crystal tu cuerpo saborear
En la pista yo te vi tu me seducias
Yo me acerce a ti bailamos lento
A toda velocidad nos perdimos en el momento
Mami tu me chocas con tus movimientos
Dejate llevar ya sientes que estas suelta
Se que estas dispuesta y conmigo tu quieres perrear
Mira que tu eres maga y la tuya va esta ya
Tarde o temprano yo te pongo a sudar
Ven Ayal vamo a ya necesito de tu cuerpo
Vamo hacerlo yo denuevo Mami sudando cuerpo con cuerpo
Te voy amar y acariciar necesito yo besarte
Pa' saborearte yo quiero amarte nena quiero conquistarte
Princesa entera se que eres la escojida
Lo mio es estar contigo en buena via
Si nos comunicamos todo queda en chuleria
Si seguimos con el flow hacemos mas algarabia
Esa es la cuestion comenzar el vacilon
Realizar tus fantasias y darte por monton
Eso es pasion
No Me Digas Que No
English Translate (ALI CHANGES)
Today I want to see you woman
You're hiding in your room again
Com, I dare you, I love you
Do not tell me no (3)
Please (2)
Do not tell me no
There is no looking
Girl I want to be with you
Do not tell me no cause I want to love you
You will feel passion when I catch you
Mentioning your name each time I wake
Beautiful flower I want to touch you
For more than that you know I'm your gangster
The one that makes you tremble at every moment
Feel your skin and seduce
And with Crystal champagne taste your body
On the dance floor I saw you,
You seduced me
I got close to you and we slow danced at full speed
We got lost in the moment
Mami, you reive me crazy with your movement
Let yourself be taken, you are feeling loose
I know you are willing and want to do it with me
Look, you're a magician and yours is already going
Sooner or later I'll make you sweat
Girl, you see I need your body
De nuevo Mami sweating body to body
I love you I need to kiss and caress
Pa 'taste you I want to love you girl I want to win you over
You fine princess, I know you are the chosen one
My thing is being with you in good via
If we connect, everything is cool
If we continue with the flow, there'll be more
That is the question, to start the good time rejoicing
Realize your fantasies, and give you a lot
That's passion

Hablarte
Artist(s): South Rican
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Dennis Nieves (ASCAP) 40% / Giovanni Velez (ASCAP) 20% / Jose Ortiz (ASCAP) 20% / Luis Cancel (ASCAP) 20%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Latin
Subcategories:
Club, Dance, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Latin Hip Hop Rap, Male Vocal, R&B, Rap, Reggaeton, Urban
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Barrio, Caribbean, City, Club, Cuba, Cuban, Cubano, Dance, Domination, Gang, Gangsta, Gangsters, Getto, Ghetto, Graffiti, Gritty, Guns, Hot, Humid, Immigration, Islands, Mexcio, Mexican, Miami, Night Club, Party, Puerto Rican, Puerto Rico, Sex, Sexual, Sexy, South Beach, Spanish, Steamy, Street, Strip Club, Sweaty, Taking Over, Thugs, Tuff, Urban
Instruments:
Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
90
Language:
Spanish
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Hablarte
Hablarte
Te quiero buscar
Esta noche necesito contigo hablar
explicarte que sin ti ya no puedo estar
tu sabes que soy yo que me pongo mal (2)
Escuchame que te quiero llenar de placer
El macho de Miami que te pone a mover
En este underground yo te expreso hoy mi flow
Solo pa'que entiendas que yo soy de Corazon
No te pongas loca cuando explota en mi la nota
Montate en la limosina y callate la boca
Ahora lo que viene es noche de placer
Iman y Joselito siempre complace a la girl
Yal eres tu quien me enloquese cuando bajo para el baile
Yal eres tu la que quiero aunque la calle me llame (2)
Te quiero buscar
Esta noche necesito contigo hablar
explicarte que sin ti ya no puedo estar
tu sabes que soy yo que me pongo mal ((2)
Esta es la noche ya yo te quiero a ti buscar
Yo te quiero explicar que sin ti no puedo estar
Dejame sentir tu piel acariciarte Mujer
Y sudando piel con piel llenandonos de placer
Con botella de champagne tu y yo vamos a brindar
Para que lo nuestro nunca se vaya acabar
No te olvides tu mujer que sin ti no puedo estar
Necesito de tu cuerpo para poder continuar
Yal eres tu
Hablarte
English Translated
I want to find you
I need to speak with you tonight
explain that without you I can not be
you know that I am that I get bad (2)
Listen I want to fill you with pleasure
The male of Miami that makes you move
In this underground I will now express my flow
Just so you understand that I come from the heart
Do not get mad when it explodes in my brain
Get on the limo and shut your mouth
What is coming now is a night of pleasureJoselito and Iman that always pleases the girls
Girl you make me crazy when when you're dancing
Girl you are you the one I want even when they call me to the street (2)
I want to search for you
I need to speak with you tonight
explain that without you I can not be
you know that I am that I get bad ((2)
This is the night and I want you to find
I want you to explain that without you I can not
Let me feel your skin and caress you Woman
And sweating skin to skin full of pleasure
With a bottle of champagne, you and I will toast
Sso that what we have will never end
Do not forget girl that I can not live without you
I need your body to continue
Girl you are...

Duro
Artist(s): Hanzel Y Ruben
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Dennis Nieves (ASCAP) 50% / Hans Kauss (BMI) 25% / Ruben Rodriguez (ASCAP) 25%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 75% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 25%
Category:
Latin
Subcategories:
Club, Dance, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Latin Hip Hop Rap, Male Vocal, R&B, Rap, Reggaeton, Urban
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Barrio, Beach, Caribbean, City, Club, Cuba, Cuban, Cubano, Dance, Domination, Gang, Gangsta, Gangsters, Getto, Ghetto, Graffiti, Gritty, Guns, Hot, Humid, Immigration, Islands, Mexican, Mexico, Miami, Night Club, Night Life, Party, Puerto Rican, Puerto Rico, Sex, Sexual, Sexy, South Beach, Spanish, Steamy, Street, Strip Club, Sweaty, Taking Over, Thugs, Tuff, Urban
Instruments:
Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
95
Language:
Spanish
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Duro
DURO
Duro...Asotala, Muevela, Tocala, Cojela
Para que ella coja de lo tuyo
Candela que prendela vela que queme la girla
Asotala, muevela, cojela, tocala dale una vuelta mas
(2X)
Soy yo nena el que te haces suspirar
Jakial gozar nena, El que te pones mal
Tu cuerpo poder volar, Tu figura voy asotar
Yo se que te tu quiere mas
En la noche te voy a quemar
Toma mas y mas para poderte carisiar
Eso desde comensar, Tu ruido me pones fine
Pareces una fiera que quisiera yo casar
Tengo mi copeta pa ponerte a brincar
De arriba para abajo mami lo vas a meniar
Con esa figura tu me vas impactar
Cada vez que menea tu te pones a vibrar
No haga que lo prenda porque te voy asotar
Ch Repeat
Un Poco de lo mio lo que te voy a ofrecer
Pa que sabes tu cuerpito con un poco de miel
Hanzel, excel, Flaco leon Que te quieres mover
Mujer, Ponte en accion asi que ven
Tu y yo vamonos para el perreo
Corrillo, prendelo hora de el fumeteo
GDT activalo, saquen a esos feos
A el que se ponga bruto lo pegamos contra el suelo
Estas dispuesta y empeso la fiesta
No va aver siesta cual es tu respuesta
Saco los globo me acomodo pero de cualquir modo
Es hore que volte y te eche el adobo
Hanzel, Metele sopa con letra
La H.AN.Z.E.L pase le meta con palabras rapida
Como valas de metrealleta
Hace que te sueltes y te quites la pantaletas
Duro mas duro de todos duro lo sabes que trai...
Suda que suda el lo oscuro ya se ignore no pudo
Duro mas duro lo tengo regatta la gata como ella no para
Asi asi levantase y corre y persigue a mi me fasina cuando se rie
CH Repeat
Duro mas duro, te torturo,
Sabes que traigo mi escudo
Sudo que sudo, en lo oscuro,
Ya se que el otro no pudo
DURO
English Translated
( CH ) Hard... Hurt it, shake it, Play it, Take it
For you to take what is yours (4X)
The fire that lights the candle,
That burns the girls
Ravage her, move her, take her, touch her,
Give her another ride
(2X)
It's me baby, the one who makes you sigh
Jump enjoy baby, you will get dizzy
Your body can fly,
You're figure I am going to ravage
I know you you want more
In the night, I am going to make you burn,
It takes more and more to caress you
That, from the start, your noise makes me feel fine
You look like a beast that I would like to hunt
I have my shot gun to make you jump
From top to bottom I'm gonna make you stir
you'll strike me with that figure
Every time you move your vibrate
Do not make that pledge because I'm going to Hit it
Repeat Ch
A Little bit of mine is what I'm going to offer you
I can rub your body with a little honey
Hanzel, excel, Flaco leon What you want to move
Women, Get in action so come
You and me let's go for perreo
Circle, turn it on save fumeteo
GDT check this, take out the uglys
Whoever acts stupid we'll pin to the floor
You are willing and the party has started
There'll be no siesta, what is your answer.
The balloons fly out but any way I settle...
You know you turn around and pour the marinade
Hanzel, Metele letter soup
The goal was H.A.Z.E.L with quick words
As I bring it forward. Like bullets from a machine gun
It makes you loose and take off your panties
Hard drive harder all know what I bringi...
Sweat, sweat, he, the darkness, I know, I ignored, I couldn't
I have it hard hardest as the cat, as she does not stop
So, so get up and run and follow me
Harder, Harder, I have it,
Regalta, the cat, like her, she doesn't stop
I'm fascinated by your laugh
Repeat CH

En El Club
Artist(s): Cash El Principe
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 33.34% / Luis Rivera (ASCAP) 33.33% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 33.33%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 16.67% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 33.33% / Booli Mooli Music (ASCAP) 16.66% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.34%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Latin Hip Hop Rap, Male Vocal, Rap, Reggaeton
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Angry, Arrest, Barrio, Chaos, City, Club, Compton, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, East LA, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Lute, Mean, Mexico, Mug Shot, NYC, New York, Ominous, Outrage, Prison, Rage, Rape, Riot, Scary, Shooting, South Central, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Struggle, Urban, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
95
Language:
Spanish
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
En El Club
"En El Club" (Spanish)
Chorus
Pon Las Manos Arriba, Si Me Sienten
En Este Club Las Mamis Estan Calients
Vamos Mi Gente, Vamo A Bailar
Brinden Sus Tragos, Vamos A Gozar
Verse 1
Miro Pal Lado Y La Gente Esta Bailando
Miro Para El Otro Lado La Gente Esta
Sudano, De Aqui Te Veo La Cabeza
Estas Meneando, Y Las Cinturas
Moviendo De Lado A Lado
En La Barra Si La Gente Esta Tomando
Los Que Bailan En El Piso Estan
Planeando, Y Los Tipos Aqui Aprovechando
Lo Que Pasa En El Club Es Un Escandalo
Chorus
Verse 2
Oye No Se Asusten Mamis, Esto Lo Que
Le Trae El Negro. Para Que Muevan
La Caderas Y Su Cuerpo, Esta Caliente
Pero Eso Lo De Meno, Cantalo Asi
Muevelo Asi, Gritano Por Mi, Pa Que Se Viste
Asi, Tentando Me Ami, En El Club Asi!
"En El Club" (English translation)
CHORUS:
Put your hands up - if you feel me
In this club all the ladies are hot
Come my people and let's dance
Put your drinks to the air and have fun
VERSE
I look to the left and the people are dancing
I look to the right side and the people are sweating
I can see you from here - you're shaking your head
I can see the ladies shaking their hips
In the bar the people are drinking
The ones on the dance floor are planning
And the guys on the side are taking advantage
What happens in the club in always scandalous
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Listen - don't alarm yourself
'Cos this is what the black man is bringing to you
So you can move your hips and your body
I know it's hot but don't worry
BRIDGE:
Sing like that - move like that
Screaming for me while you dress like that
Tempting these men in the club like that
CHORUS
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