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What Up Doc - Clean Version
[TBX028 - 16] -
2
- 2'45
- Negative One [PRS], Paul Thorne [PRS]
- Paroles [...] Alternate. Clean version.
- rap, attitude, catchy, chanteur , paysage urbain [...]
Titre : What Up Doc - Clean VersionRéférence : TBX028 - 16Compositeur(s): Negative One [PRS] - Paul Thorne [PRS]LC : 50141Album: Concrete SchoolyardEditeur(s) : Bibliotheque Music LTD [PRS]
Hard like the kick on my feet
Hear this healthy squeak
Rolling deep with the boys
Talking no police
We be the pyrex hater
You can die fex
A store who, man please check you timex
I said we on some new
Moving in the new whip
With a group of girls who been acting kind of groupish
Bad like Ashanti, so I say they foolish
But on Sunday they be praying that the brook be the home base permanent tick
But the women on my arm are on automatic rotate
Something like a Rolex, doing what they project
Home workout so I use them as a bowflex
What Up Doc, or should I say hello Nurse
This is a tiny toon, never been below thirst
Like Gatorade, never would’ve saved the day
We keep the chicks half naked like this everyday
What Up Doc, or should I say hello Nurse
This is a tiny toon, never been below thirst
Like Gatorade, never would’ve saved the day
We keep the chicks half naked like this everyday
Uh, it’s no telling how I’m getting by
Should’ve been a fugee how I’ve got the whole city music, music addict
Now my whole city got a true passion habit
You see what time it is It's time to buy the bar
50 fine girls came from mighty far
And he the last reg’s, she gotta have it
I call them rappers that’s bouncing, cos all these carrots
Man, your foolery, you fools ain’t fooling me
Gold diggers trying to get some shoes and jewellery
What Up Doc, or should I say hello Nurse
This is a tiny toon, never been below thirst
Like Gatorade, never would’ve saved the day
We keep the chicks half naked like this everyday
What Up Doc, or should I say hello Nurse
This is a tiny toon, never been below thirst
Like Gatorade, never would’ve saved the day
We keep the chicks half naked like this everyday
Puff puff give and your
On that OJ, you must’ve quit Puff puff give and your
On that OJ , you must’ve quit
What Up Doc, or should I say hello Nurse
This is a tiny toon, never been below thirst
Like Gatorade, never would’ve saved the day
We keep the chicks half naked like this everyday
What Up Doc, or should I say hello Nurse
This is a tiny toon, never been below thirst
Like Gatorade, never would’ve saved the day
We keep the chicks half naked like this everyday
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What Up Doc
[TBX028 - 2] - 0
- 2'45
- Negative One [PRS], Paul Thorne [PRS]
- Paroles [...] Attitude, catchy & entraînant. Rappeur, pizz, synthé & rythmique.
- attitude, catchy, chanteur , confiant, paysage urbain [...]
Titre : What Up DocRéférence : TBX028 - 2Compositeur(s): Negative One [PRS] - Paul Thorne [PRS]LC : 50141Album: Concrete SchoolyardEditeur(s) : Bibliotheque Music LTD [PRS]
Hard like the kick on my feet
Hear this healthy squeak
Rolling deep with the boys
Talking no police
We be the pyrex hater
You can die fex
A store who, man please check you timex
I said we on some new shit
Moving in the new whip
With a group of girls who been acting kind of groupish
Bad like Ashanti, so I say they foolish
But on Sunday they be praying that the brook be the home base permanent tick
But the women on my arm are on automatic rotate
Something like a Rolex, doing what they project
Home workout so I use them as a bowflex
What Up Doc, or should I say hello Nurse
This is a tiny toon, never been below thirst
Like Gatorade, never would’ve saved the day
We keep the chicks half naked like this everyday
What Up Doc, or should I say hello Nurse
This is a tiny toon, never been below thirst
Like Gatorade, never would’ve saved the day
We keep the chicks half naked like this everyday
Uh, it’s no telling how I’m getting by
Should’ve been a fugee how I’ve got the whole city high
Cocaine music, crack music addict Now my whole city got a true passion habit
You see what time it is It's time to buy the bar
50 fine ass girls came from mighty far
And he smoked the last reg’s, she gotta have it
I call them rappers that’s bouncing, cos all these carrots
Man, fuck your foolery, you fools ain’t fooling me
Gold diggers trying to get some shoes and jewellery
What Up Doc, or should I say hello Nurse
This is a tiny toon, never been below thirst
Like Gatorade, never would’ve saved the day
We keep the chicks half naked like this everyday
What Up Doc, or should I say hello Nurse
This is a tiny toon, never been below thirst
Like Gatorade, never would’ve saved the day
We keep the chicks half naked like this everyday
Puff puff give and fuck your bitch
On that OJ shit, you must’ve quit
Puff puff give and fuck your bitch
On that OJ shit, you must’ve quit
What Up Doc, or should I say hello Nurse
This is a tiny toon, never been below thirst
Like Gatorade, never would’ve saved the day
We keep the chicks half naked like this everyday
What Up Doc, or should I say hello Nurse
This is a tiny toon, never been below thirst
Like Gatorade, never would’ve saved the day
We keep the chicks half naked like this everyday
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What up Doc - Instrumental
[TBX028 - 17] - 0
- 2'45
- Negative One [PRS], Paul Thorne [PRS]
- Alternate. Instrumental version.
- attitude, catchy, paysage urbain, urbain, drame social [...]
Titre : What up Doc - InstrumentalRéférence : TBX028 - 17Compositeur(s): Negative One [PRS] - Paul Thorne [PRS]LC : 50141Album: Concrete SchoolyardEditeur(s) : Bibliotheque Music LTD [PRS]
Hard like the kick on my feet
Hear this healthy squeak
Rolling deep with the boys
Talking no police
We be the pyrex hater
You can die fex
A store who, man please check you timex
I said we on some new shit
Moving in the new whip
With a group of girls who been acting kind of groupish
Bad like Ashanti, so I say they foolish
But on Sunday they be praying that the brook be the home base permanent tick
But the women on my arm are on automatic rotate
Something like a Rolex, doing what they project
Home workout so I use them as a bowflex
What Up Doc, or should I say hello Nurse
This is a tiny toon, never been below thirst
Like Gatorade, never would’ve saved the day
We keep the chicks half naked like this everyday
What Up Doc, or should I say hello Nurse
This is a tiny toon, never been below thirst
Like Gatorade, never would’ve saved the day
We keep the chicks half naked like this everyday
Uh, it’s no telling how I’m getting by
Should’ve been a fugee how I’ve got the whole city high
Cocaine music, crack music addict Now my whole city got a true passion habit
You see what time it is It's time to buy the bar
50 fine ass girls came from mighty far
And he smoked the last reg’s, she gotta have it
I call them rappers that’s bouncing, cos all these carrots
Man, fuck your foolery, you fools ain’t fooling me
Gold diggers trying to get some shoes and jewellery
What Up Doc, or should I say hello Nurse
This is a tiny toon, never been below thirst
Like Gatorade, never would’ve saved the day
We keep the chicks half naked like this everyday
What Up Doc, or should I say hello Nurse
This is a tiny toon, never been below thirst
Like Gatorade, never would’ve saved the day
We keep the chicks half naked like this everyday
Puff puff give and fuck your bitch
On that OJ shit, you must’ve quit
Puff puff give and fuck your bitch
On that OJ shit, you must’ve quit
What Up Doc, or should I say hello Nurse
This is a tiny toon, never been below thirst
Like Gatorade, never would’ve saved the day
We keep the chicks half naked like this everyday
What Up Doc, or should I say hello Nurse
This is a tiny toon, never been below thirst
Like Gatorade, never would’ve saved the day
We keep the chicks half naked like this everyday
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Drive by Lesson - Clean [...]
[TBX028 - 18] -
2
- 2'52
- Negative One [PRS], Paul Thorne [PRS]
- Paroles [...] Alternate. Clean version.
- rap, attitude, paysage urbain, chanteur , urbain [...]
Titre : Drive by Lesson - Clean VersionRéférence : TBX028 - 18Compositeur(s): Negative One [PRS] - Paul Thorne [PRS]LC : 50141Album: Concrete SchoolyardEditeur(s) : Bibliotheque Music LTD [PRS]
I wrote this, opening the opus
Knowing kids will quote this,
Go and sniff the dopest
Tell me if you smell me
Tell you never felt thee
Coming from where hell be on another relm he’s on
And while you pack heat what I pack is magic
For you trick kids faker than the wackest actress
Fly high jet and give me 15 seconds
To just rhyme my sentence like a drive by lesson
It’s like a drive by lesson
It’s like a drive by lesson
Peace to those who listen
I’ve got some extra to split and spit perplex you
It's affection risk, just for the record man I’m wrecking this
I rock it like Rambo you spitting at mimsy
Karate kid kicking man this ain’t a film B
There ain’t no trying me
I’m on a rhyming spree
I’ve got clefs noteriety like poiety
Fly high jet and give me 15 seconds
To just rhyme my sentence like a drive by lesson
I wrote this, opening the opus
Knowing kids will quote this,
Go and sniff the dopest
It’s like a drive by lesson
It’s like a drive by lesson
Peace to those who listen
rap, attitude, paysage urbain, chanteur , urbain, catchy, chanté en anglais, entraînant, groovy, sample, West Coast, déterminé, lourd, nocturne, percussion électronique, pub, rythmé, rythmique, synthétiseur, 2000, arty, fx coup de feu, people, fx scratch, introduction, obstiné, fx sirène de police, medium, street sports, version alternative
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Drive by Lesson
[TBX028 - 3] - 0
- 2'52
- Negative One [PRS], Paul Thorne [PRS]
- Paroles [...] Groovy, entraînant & déterminé. Rappeur, fx coup de feu & sirène de police, sample & [...]
- attitude, paysage urbain, chanteur , rap, urbain [...]
Titre : Drive by LessonRéférence : TBX028 - 3Compositeur(s): Negative One [PRS] - Paul Thorne [PRS]LC : 50141Album: Concrete SchoolyardEditeur(s) : Bibliotheque Music LTD [PRS]
I wrote this, opening the opus
Knowing kids will quote this,
Go and sniff the dopest
Tell me if you smell me
Tell you never felt thee
Coming from where hell be on another relm he’s on
And while you pack heat what I pack is magic
For you trick kids faker than the wackest actress
Fly high jet and give me 15 seconds
To just rhyme my sentence like a drive by lesson
It’s like a drive by lesson
It’s like a drive by lesson
Peace to those who listen
I’ve got some extra shit to split and spit perplex you
It's affection risk, just for the record man I’m wrecking this
I rock it like Rambo you spitting at mimsy
Karate kid kicking man this shit ain’t a film B
There ain’t no trying me
I’m on a rhyming spree
I’ve got clefs noteriety like poiety
Fly high jet and give me 15 seconds
To just rhyme my sentence like a drive by lesson
I wrote this, opening the opus
Knowing kids will quote this,
Go and sniff the dopest
It’s like a drive by lesson
It’s like a drive by lesson
Peace to those who listen
attitude, paysage urbain, chanteur , rap, urbain, catchy, chanté en anglais, entraînant, groovy, sample, West Coast, déterminé, lourd, nocturne, percussion électronique, pub, rythmé, rythmique, synthétiseur, 2000, arty, fx coup de feu, people, fx scratch, obstiné, fx sirène de police, medium, street sports, version principale
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Drive by Lesson - [...]
[TBX028 - 19] - 0
- 2'52
- Negative One [PRS], Paul Thorne [PRS]
- Paroles [...] Alternate. Instrumental version.
- attitude, paysage urbain, urbain, catchy, entraînant [...]
Titre : Drive by Lesson - InstrumentalRéférence : TBX028 - 19Compositeur(s): Negative One [PRS] - Paul Thorne [PRS]LC : 50141Album: Concrete SchoolyardEditeur(s) : Bibliotheque Music LTD [PRS]
attitude, paysage urbain, urbain, catchy, entraînant, groovy, hip-hop, sample, West Coast, déterminé, lourd, nocturne, percussion électronique, pub, rythmé, rythmique, synthétiseur, underscore, 2000, arty, fx coup de feu, people, fx scratch, introduction, obstiné, fx sirène de police, instrumental, medium, street sports, version alternative
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Playboy Bunny - Clean Version
[TBX028 - 26] -
3
- 3'06
- Negative One [PRS], Paul Thorne [PRS]
- Paroles [...] Alternate. Clean version.
- rap, attitude, paysage urbain, chanté en anglais, chanteur [...]
Titre : Playboy Bunny - Clean VersionRéférence : TBX028 - 26Compositeur(s): Negative One [PRS] - Paul Thorne [PRS]LC : 50141Album: Concrete SchoolyardEditeur(s) : Bibliotheque Music LTD [PRS]
Alright alright alright
I want a lot of money living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny
Don’t worry bout the haters
I tell em see you later cuz i am on the rise like a elevator
I was at a party feeling kinda gnarly
Saw a little shorty she didn’t want a forty
Only smoke that doesn’t like the brew
So she wanna smoke with me and my crew
Girls are like a sport and i won a gold medal
Rephrase that matter fact i won several swept
Her off her feet like a mother broom
Then i took her to the mother room
Hey girl how do you feel
What are you an orange you go some appeal
She said hey baby I’m your number one fan
You make my head spin like a ceiling fan
I want a lot of money living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny
Don’t worry bout the haters
I tell em see you later cuz i am on the rise like a elevator
Seen a girl in the club she had a nice butt
I asked if i could touch then i asked how much
She said you don’t have to pay just go and buy me drinks
Then in the bathroom you can me on the sink
I like to drink wine carbonated with bubbles
She turned right around she had a big bubble
I said you like me you can shake my hand
Girl I’m hotter than a frying pan
Hey girl how do you feel
What are you an orange you go some appeal
She said hey baby I’m your number one fan
You make my head spin like a ceiling fan
I want a lot of money living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny
Don’t worry bout the haters
I tell em see you later
Cuz i am on the rise like a elevator
Girl you know i keep it hotter than the iron
Yes I’m a leo but I’m not lying
I said girl put your number in my phone
I’m not a skeleton but I’m tryna said she like tooks
I asked if i connect hoping it will smell like a garbage pit
So when its said and done ima say the truth
Put two fingers up gotta check a goose
Hey girl how do you feel
What are you an orange you go some appeal
She said hey baby I’m your number one fan
You make my head spin like a ceiling fan
I want a lot of money living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny
Don’t worry bout the haters
I tell em see you later
Cuz i am on the rise like a elevator
rap, attitude, paysage urbain, chanté en anglais, chanteur , old school, urbain, 1990, catchy, entraînant, groovy, percussion électronique, pub, relax, rythmique, sample, sensuel, West Coast, lourd, rythmé, synthétiseur, 2000, arty, déterminé, obstiné, saccadé, introduction, medium, version alternative
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Playboy Bunny
[TBX028 - 6] - 0
- 3'06
- Negative One [PRS], Paul Thorne [PRS]
- Paroles [...] Relax, catchy & sensuel. Rappeur, sample, synthé & rythmique.
- attitude, rap, 1990, catchy, chanté en anglais [...]
Titre : Playboy BunnyRéférence : TBX028 - 6Compositeur(s): Negative One [PRS] - Paul Thorne [PRS]LC : 50141Album: Concrete SchoolyardEditeur(s) : Bibliotheque Music LTD [PRS]
Alright alright alright
I want a lot of money
Living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny
Don’t worry bout the haters i tell em see you later
Cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
I was at a party feeling kinda gnarly saw a little shorty
She didn’t want a forty only smoke that marijuana doesn’t like the brew
So she wanna smoke with me and my crew
Girls are like a sport and i won a gold medal
Rephrase that matter fact i won several
Swept her off her feet like a mother fucking broom
Then i took her to the mother fucking room
Hey girl how do you feel
What are you an orange you go some appeal
She said hey baby I’m your number one fan
You make my head spin like a ceiling fan
I want a lot of money living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny don’t worry bout the haters
I tell em see you later cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
Seen a girl in the club she had a nice butt
I asked if i could touch then i asked how much
She said you don’t have to pay just go and buy me drinks
Then in the bathroom you can fuck me on the sink
I like to drink wine carbonated with bubbles
She turned right around she had a big bubble
I said you like me you can shake my hand
Girl I’m hotter than a frying pan
Hey girl how do you feel what are you an orange you go some appeal
She said hey baby I’m your number one fan
You make my head spin like a ceiling fan
I want a lot of money living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny
Don’t worry bout the haters i tell em see you later
Cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
Girl you know i keep it hotter than the iron
Yes I’m a leo but I’m not lying
I said girl put your number in my phone
I’m not a skeleton but I’m tryna bone
Said she like tooks i asked if i connect
Hoping it will smell like a garbage pit
So when its said and done ima say the truth
Put two fingers up gotta check a goose
Hey girl how do you feel
What are you an orange you go some appeal
She said hey baby I’m your number one fan
You make my head spin like a ceiling fan
I want a lot of money living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny
Don’t worry bout the haters
I tell em see you later
Cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
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Playboy Bunny - Instrumental
[TBX028 - 27] - 0
- 3'06
- Negative One [PRS], Paul Thorne [PRS]
- Alternate. Instrumental version.
- attitude, paysage urbain, urbain, 1990, catchy [...]
Titre : Playboy Bunny - InstrumentalRéférence : TBX028 - 27Compositeur(s): Negative One [PRS] - Paul Thorne [PRS]LC : 50141Album: Concrete SchoolyardEditeur(s) : Bibliotheque Music LTD [PRS]
Alright alright alright
I want a lot of money
Living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny
Don’t worry bout the haters i tell em see you later
Cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
I was at a party feeling kinda gnarly saw a little shorty
She didn’t want a forty only smoke that marijuana doesn’t like the brew
So she wanna smoke with me and my crew
Girls are like a sport and i won a gold medal
Rephrase that matter fact i won several
Swept her off her feet like a mother fucking broom
Then i took her to the mother fucking room
Hey girl how do you feel
What are you an orange you go some appeal
She said hey baby I’m your number one fan
You make my head spin like a ceiling fan
I want a lot of money living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny don’t worry bout the haters
I tell em see you later cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
Seen a girl in the club she had a nice butt
I asked if i could touch then i asked how much
She said you don’t have to pay just go and buy me drinks
Then in the bathroom you can fuck me on the sink
I like to drink wine carbonated with bubbles
She turned right around she had a big bubble
I said you like me you can shake my hand
Girl I’m hotter than a frying pan
Hey girl how do you feel what are you an orange you go some appeal
She said hey baby I’m your number one fan
You make my head spin like a ceiling fan
I want a lot of money living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny
Don’t worry bout the haters i tell em see you later
Cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
Girl you know i keep it hotter than the iron
Yes I’m a leo but I’m not lying
I said girl put your number in my phone
I’m not a skeleton but I’m tryna bone
Said she like tooks i asked if i connect
Hoping it will smell like a garbage pit
So when its said and done ima say the truth
Put two fingers up gotta check a goose
Hey girl how do you feel
What are you an orange you go some appeal
She said hey baby I’m your number one fan
You make my head spin like a ceiling fan
I want a lot of money living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny
Don’t worry bout the haters
I tell em see you later
Cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
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Playboy Bunny - 30sec
[TBX028 - 28] - 0
- 0'30
- Negative One [PRS], Paul Thorne [PRS]
- Alternate. 30 seconds version.
- rap, attitude, paysage urbain, chanté en anglais, chanteur [...]
Titre : Playboy Bunny - 30secRéférence : TBX028 - 28Compositeur(s): Negative One [PRS] - Paul Thorne [PRS]LC : 50141Album: Concrete SchoolyardEditeur(s) : Bibliotheque Music LTD [PRS]
Alright alright alright
I want a lot of money
Living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny
Don’t worry bout the haters i tell em see you later
Cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
I was at a party feeling kinda gnarly saw a little shorty
She didn’t want a forty only smoke that marijuana doesn’t like the brew
So she wanna smoke with me and my crew
Girls are like a sport and i won a gold medal
Rephrase that matter fact i won several
Swept her off her feet like a mother fucking broom
Then i took her to the mother fucking room
Hey girl how do you feel
What are you an orange you go some appeal
She said hey baby I’m your number one fan
You make my head spin like a ceiling fan
I want a lot of money living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny don’t worry bout the haters
I tell em see you later cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
Seen a girl in the club she had a nice butt
I asked if i could touch then i asked how much
She said you don’t have to pay just go and buy me drinks
Then in the bathroom you can fuck me on the sink
I like to drink wine carbonated with bubbles
She turned right around she had a big bubble
I said you like me you can shake my hand
Girl I’m hotter than a frying pan
Hey girl how do you feel what are you an orange you go some appeal
She said hey baby I’m your number one fan
You make my head spin like a ceiling fan
I want a lot of money living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny
Don’t worry bout the haters i tell em see you later
Cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
Girl you know i keep it hotter than the iron
Yes I’m a leo but I’m not lying
I said girl put your number in my phone
I’m not a skeleton but I’m tryna bone
Said she like tooks i asked if i connect
Hoping it will smell like a garbage pit
So when its said and done ima say the truth
Put two fingers up gotta check a goose
Hey girl how do you feel
What are you an orange you go some appeal
She said hey baby I’m your number one fan
You make my head spin like a ceiling fan
I want a lot of money living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny
Don’t worry bout the haters
I tell em see you later
Cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
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Bei Pai Worldwide
[MAG6034 - 1] -
2
- 3'19
- Bei Pai
- Rap chinois. Sensuel & rêveur. Synthé, rappeur & rythmique.
- actuel, chanté en chinois, Chine, paysage urbain, rap [...]
Titre : Bei Pai WorldwideRéférence : MAG6034 - 1Compositeur(s): Huan Zi BoAuteur(s) : Huan Zi BoLC : 10347Album: Bei Pai - Dalifornia : Rap of ChinaArtiste : Bei PaiEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem]
Alright alright alright
I want a lot of money
Living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny
Don’t worry bout the haters i tell em see you later
Cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
I was at a party feeling kinda gnarly saw a little shorty
She didn’t want a forty only smoke that marijuana doesn’t like the brew
So she wanna smoke with me and my crew
Girls are like a sport and i won a gold medal
Rephrase that matter fact i won several
Swept her off her feet like a mother fucking broom
Then i took her to the mother fucking room
Hey girl how do you feel
What are you an orange you go some appeal
She said hey baby I’m your number one fan
You make my head spin like a ceiling fan
I want a lot of money living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny don’t worry bout the haters
I tell em see you later cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
Seen a girl in the club she had a nice butt
I asked if i could touch then i asked how much
She said you don’t have to pay just go and buy me drinks
Then in the bathroom you can fuck me on the sink
I like to drink wine carbonated with bubbles
She turned right around she had a big bubble
I said you like me you can shake my hand
Girl I’m hotter than a frying pan
Hey girl how do you feel what are you an orange you go some appeal
She said hey baby I’m your number one fan
You make my head spin like a ceiling fan
I want a lot of money living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny
Don’t worry bout the haters i tell em see you later
Cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
Girl you know i keep it hotter than the iron
Yes I’m a leo but I’m not lying
I said girl put your number in my phone
I’m not a skeleton but I’m tryna bone
Said she like tooks i asked if i connect
Hoping it will smell like a garbage pit
So when its said and done ima say the truth
Put two fingers up gotta check a goose
Hey girl how do you feel
What are you an orange you go some appeal
She said hey baby I’m your number one fan
You make my head spin like a ceiling fan
I want a lot of money living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny
Don’t worry bout the haters
I tell em see you later
Cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
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Bei Pai Worldwide 2
[MAG6034 - 13] - 0
- 3'28
- Bei Pai
- Rap chinois. Sensuel & rêveur. Intro avec fx radio. Synthé, rappeur & rythmique.
- actuel, chanté en chinois, fx radio, paysage urbain, rap [...]
Titre : Bei Pai Worldwide 2Référence : MAG6034 - 13Compositeur(s): Huan Zi BoAuteur(s) : Huan Zi BoLC : 10347Album: Bei Pai - Dalifornia : Rap of ChinaArtiste : Bei PaiEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem]
Alright alright alright
I want a lot of money
Living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny
Don’t worry bout the haters i tell em see you later
Cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
I was at a party feeling kinda gnarly saw a little shorty
She didn’t want a forty only smoke that marijuana doesn’t like the brew
So she wanna smoke with me and my crew
Girls are like a sport and i won a gold medal
Rephrase that matter fact i won several
Swept her off her feet like a mother fucking broom
Then i took her to the mother fucking room
Hey girl how do you feel
What are you an orange you go some appeal
She said hey baby I’m your number one fan
You make my head spin like a ceiling fan
I want a lot of money living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny don’t worry bout the haters
I tell em see you later cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
Seen a girl in the club she had a nice butt
I asked if i could touch then i asked how much
She said you don’t have to pay just go and buy me drinks
Then in the bathroom you can fuck me on the sink
I like to drink wine carbonated with bubbles
She turned right around she had a big bubble
I said you like me you can shake my hand
Girl I’m hotter than a frying pan
Hey girl how do you feel what are you an orange you go some appeal
She said hey baby I’m your number one fan
You make my head spin like a ceiling fan
I want a lot of money living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny
Don’t worry bout the haters i tell em see you later
Cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
Girl you know i keep it hotter than the iron
Yes I’m a leo but I’m not lying
I said girl put your number in my phone
I’m not a skeleton but I’m tryna bone
Said she like tooks i asked if i connect
Hoping it will smell like a garbage pit
So when its said and done ima say the truth
Put two fingers up gotta check a goose
Hey girl how do you feel
What are you an orange you go some appeal
She said hey baby I’m your number one fan
You make my head spin like a ceiling fan
I want a lot of money living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny
Don’t worry bout the haters
I tell em see you later
Cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
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Bei Pai Worldwide 3
[MAG6034 - 14] - 0
- 3'28
- Bei Pai
- Sensuel & rêveur. Intro avec fx radio. Synthé & rythmique.
- actuel, paysage urbain, rêveur, fx radio, hip-hop [...]
Titre : Bei Pai Worldwide 3Référence : MAG6034 - 14Compositeur(s): Huan Zi BoAuteur(s) : Huan Zi BoLC : 10347Album: Bei Pai - Dalifornia : Rap of ChinaArtiste : Bei PaiEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem]
Alright alright alright
I want a lot of money
Living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny
Don’t worry bout the haters i tell em see you later
Cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
I was at a party feeling kinda gnarly saw a little shorty
She didn’t want a forty only smoke that marijuana doesn’t like the brew
So she wanna smoke with me and my crew
Girls are like a sport and i won a gold medal
Rephrase that matter fact i won several
Swept her off her feet like a mother fucking broom
Then i took her to the mother fucking room
Hey girl how do you feel
What are you an orange you go some appeal
She said hey baby I’m your number one fan
You make my head spin like a ceiling fan
I want a lot of money living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny don’t worry bout the haters
I tell em see you later cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
Seen a girl in the club she had a nice butt
I asked if i could touch then i asked how much
She said you don’t have to pay just go and buy me drinks
Then in the bathroom you can fuck me on the sink
I like to drink wine carbonated with bubbles
She turned right around she had a big bubble
I said you like me you can shake my hand
Girl I’m hotter than a frying pan
Hey girl how do you feel what are you an orange you go some appeal
She said hey baby I’m your number one fan
You make my head spin like a ceiling fan
I want a lot of money living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny
Don’t worry bout the haters i tell em see you later
Cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
Girl you know i keep it hotter than the iron
Yes I’m a leo but I’m not lying
I said girl put your number in my phone
I’m not a skeleton but I’m tryna bone
Said she like tooks i asked if i connect
Hoping it will smell like a garbage pit
So when its said and done ima say the truth
Put two fingers up gotta check a goose
Hey girl how do you feel
What are you an orange you go some appeal
She said hey baby I’m your number one fan
You make my head spin like a ceiling fan
I want a lot of money living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny
Don’t worry bout the haters
I tell em see you later
Cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
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Too Wild to Love
[MAG6034 - 5] -
1
- 2'47
- Bei Pai
- Rap chinois. Nocturne & mystérieux. Intro avec fx téléphone. Guitare wah-wah, rappeur, synthé & [...]
- actuel, chanté en chinois, Chine, mystérieux, rap [...]
Titre : Too Wild to LoveRéférence : MAG6034 - 5Compositeur(s): Huan Zi BoAuteur(s) : Huan Zi BoLC : 10347Album: Bei Pai - Dalifornia : Rap of ChinaArtiste : Bei PaiEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem]
Alright alright alright
I want a lot of money
Living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny
Don’t worry bout the haters i tell em see you later
Cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
I was at a party feeling kinda gnarly saw a little shorty
She didn’t want a forty only smoke that marijuana doesn’t like the brew
So she wanna smoke with me and my crew
Girls are like a sport and i won a gold medal
Rephrase that matter fact i won several
Swept her off her feet like a mother fucking broom
Then i took her to the mother fucking room
Hey girl how do you feel
What are you an orange you go some appeal
She said hey baby I’m your number one fan
You make my head spin like a ceiling fan
I want a lot of money living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny don’t worry bout the haters
I tell em see you later cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
Seen a girl in the club she had a nice butt
I asked if i could touch then i asked how much
She said you don’t have to pay just go and buy me drinks
Then in the bathroom you can fuck me on the sink
I like to drink wine carbonated with bubbles
She turned right around she had a big bubble
I said you like me you can shake my hand
Girl I’m hotter than a frying pan
Hey girl how do you feel what are you an orange you go some appeal
She said hey baby I’m your number one fan
You make my head spin like a ceiling fan
I want a lot of money living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny
Don’t worry bout the haters i tell em see you later
Cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
Girl you know i keep it hotter than the iron
Yes I’m a leo but I’m not lying
I said girl put your number in my phone
I’m not a skeleton but I’m tryna bone
Said she like tooks i asked if i connect
Hoping it will smell like a garbage pit
So when its said and done ima say the truth
Put two fingers up gotta check a goose
Hey girl how do you feel
What are you an orange you go some appeal
She said hey baby I’m your number one fan
You make my head spin like a ceiling fan
I want a lot of money living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny
Don’t worry bout the haters
I tell em see you later
Cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
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Too Wild to Love 2
[MAG6034 - 18] - 0
- 2'47
- Bei Pai
- Nocturne & mystérieux. Guitare wah-wah, synthé & rythmique.
- hip-hop, actuel, mystérieux, paysage urbain, interrogatif [...]
Titre : Too Wild to Love 2Référence : MAG6034 - 18Compositeur(s): Huan Zi BoAuteur(s) : Huan Zi BoLC : 10347Album: Bei Pai - Dalifornia : Rap of ChinaArtiste : Bei PaiEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem]
Alright alright alright
I want a lot of money
Living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny
Don’t worry bout the haters i tell em see you later
Cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
I was at a party feeling kinda gnarly saw a little shorty
She didn’t want a forty only smoke that marijuana doesn’t like the brew
So she wanna smoke with me and my crew
Girls are like a sport and i won a gold medal
Rephrase that matter fact i won several
Swept her off her feet like a mother fucking broom
Then i took her to the mother fucking room
Hey girl how do you feel
What are you an orange you go some appeal
She said hey baby I’m your number one fan
You make my head spin like a ceiling fan
I want a lot of money living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny don’t worry bout the haters
I tell em see you later cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
Seen a girl in the club she had a nice butt
I asked if i could touch then i asked how much
She said you don’t have to pay just go and buy me drinks
Then in the bathroom you can fuck me on the sink
I like to drink wine carbonated with bubbles
She turned right around she had a big bubble
I said you like me you can shake my hand
Girl I’m hotter than a frying pan
Hey girl how do you feel what are you an orange you go some appeal
She said hey baby I’m your number one fan
You make my head spin like a ceiling fan
I want a lot of money living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny
Don’t worry bout the haters i tell em see you later
Cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
Girl you know i keep it hotter than the iron
Yes I’m a leo but I’m not lying
I said girl put your number in my phone
I’m not a skeleton but I’m tryna bone
Said she like tooks i asked if i connect
Hoping it will smell like a garbage pit
So when its said and done ima say the truth
Put two fingers up gotta check a goose
Hey girl how do you feel
What are you an orange you go some appeal
She said hey baby I’m your number one fan
You make my head spin like a ceiling fan
I want a lot of money living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny
Don’t worry bout the haters
I tell em see you later
Cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
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Catch em all
[MAG6034 - 6] -
1
- 2'38
- Bei Pai
- Rap chinois. Sombre & catchy. Rappeur avec auto-tune, synthé & rythmique.
- actuel, chanté en chinois, Chine, auto-tune, drame social [...]
Titre : Catch em allRéférence : MAG6034 - 6Compositeur(s): Huan Zi BoAuteur(s) : Huan Zi BoLC : 10347Album: Bei Pai - Dalifornia : Rap of ChinaArtiste : Bei PaiEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem]
Alright alright alright
I want a lot of money
Living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny
Don’t worry bout the haters i tell em see you later
Cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
I was at a party feeling kinda gnarly saw a little shorty
She didn’t want a forty only smoke that marijuana doesn’t like the brew
So she wanna smoke with me and my crew
Girls are like a sport and i won a gold medal
Rephrase that matter fact i won several
Swept her off her feet like a mother fucking broom
Then i took her to the mother fucking room
Hey girl how do you feel
What are you an orange you go some appeal
She said hey baby I’m your number one fan
You make my head spin like a ceiling fan
I want a lot of money living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny don’t worry bout the haters
I tell em see you later cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
Seen a girl in the club she had a nice butt
I asked if i could touch then i asked how much
She said you don’t have to pay just go and buy me drinks
Then in the bathroom you can fuck me on the sink
I like to drink wine carbonated with bubbles
She turned right around she had a big bubble
I said you like me you can shake my hand
Girl I’m hotter than a frying pan
Hey girl how do you feel what are you an orange you go some appeal
She said hey baby I’m your number one fan
You make my head spin like a ceiling fan
I want a lot of money living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny
Don’t worry bout the haters i tell em see you later
Cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
Girl you know i keep it hotter than the iron
Yes I’m a leo but I’m not lying
I said girl put your number in my phone
I’m not a skeleton but I’m tryna bone
Said she like tooks i asked if i connect
Hoping it will smell like a garbage pit
So when its said and done ima say the truth
Put two fingers up gotta check a goose
Hey girl how do you feel
What are you an orange you go some appeal
She said hey baby I’m your number one fan
You make my head spin like a ceiling fan
I want a lot of money living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny
Don’t worry bout the haters
I tell em see you later
Cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
actuel, chanté en chinois, Chine, auto-tune, drame social, rap, urbain, chanteur , nocturne, obstiné, paysage urbain, street sports, trap, inexorable, lourd, attitude, percussion électronique, synthétiseur, triste, catchy, rythmique, agressif & violent, chanté en anglais, gimmick, lent, version principale
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Catch em all 2
[MAG6034 - 19] - 0
- 2'38
- Bei Pai
- Sombre & catchy. Synthé & rythmique.
- actuel, drame social, urbain, hip-hop, nocturne [...]
Titre : Catch em all 2Référence : MAG6034 - 19Compositeur(s): Huan Zi BoAuteur(s) : Huan Zi BoLC : 10347Album: Bei Pai - Dalifornia : Rap of ChinaArtiste : Bei PaiEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem]
Alright alright alright
I want a lot of money
Living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny
Don’t worry bout the haters i tell em see you later
Cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
I was at a party feeling kinda gnarly saw a little shorty
She didn’t want a forty only smoke that marijuana doesn’t like the brew
So she wanna smoke with me and my crew
Girls are like a sport and i won a gold medal
Rephrase that matter fact i won several
Swept her off her feet like a mother fucking broom
Then i took her to the mother fucking room
Hey girl how do you feel
What are you an orange you go some appeal
She said hey baby I’m your number one fan
You make my head spin like a ceiling fan
I want a lot of money living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny don’t worry bout the haters
I tell em see you later cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
Seen a girl in the club she had a nice butt
I asked if i could touch then i asked how much
She said you don’t have to pay just go and buy me drinks
Then in the bathroom you can fuck me on the sink
I like to drink wine carbonated with bubbles
She turned right around she had a big bubble
I said you like me you can shake my hand
Girl I’m hotter than a frying pan
Hey girl how do you feel what are you an orange you go some appeal
She said hey baby I’m your number one fan
You make my head spin like a ceiling fan
I want a lot of money living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny
Don’t worry bout the haters i tell em see you later
Cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
Girl you know i keep it hotter than the iron
Yes I’m a leo but I’m not lying
I said girl put your number in my phone
I’m not a skeleton but I’m tryna bone
Said she like tooks i asked if i connect
Hoping it will smell like a garbage pit
So when its said and done ima say the truth
Put two fingers up gotta check a goose
Hey girl how do you feel
What are you an orange you go some appeal
She said hey baby I’m your number one fan
You make my head spin like a ceiling fan
I want a lot of money living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny
Don’t worry bout the haters
I tell em see you later
Cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
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Aladdin
[MAG6034 - 8] - 0
- 3'38
- Bei Pai
- Rap chinois. Oriental & hypnotique. Rappeur, sample & rythmique.
- rap, actuel, chanté en chinois, Chine, hypnotique [...]
Titre : AladdinRéférence : MAG6034 - 8Compositeur(s): Huan Zi BoAuteur(s) : Huan Zi BoLC : 10347Album: Bei Pai - Dalifornia : Rap of ChinaArtiste : Bei PaiEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem]
Alright alright alright
I want a lot of money
Living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny
Don’t worry bout the haters i tell em see you later
Cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
I was at a party feeling kinda gnarly saw a little shorty
She didn’t want a forty only smoke that marijuana doesn’t like the brew
So she wanna smoke with me and my crew
Girls are like a sport and i won a gold medal
Rephrase that matter fact i won several
Swept her off her feet like a mother fucking broom
Then i took her to the mother fucking room
Hey girl how do you feel
What are you an orange you go some appeal
She said hey baby I’m your number one fan
You make my head spin like a ceiling fan
I want a lot of money living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny don’t worry bout the haters
I tell em see you later cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
Seen a girl in the club she had a nice butt
I asked if i could touch then i asked how much
She said you don’t have to pay just go and buy me drinks
Then in the bathroom you can fuck me on the sink
I like to drink wine carbonated with bubbles
She turned right around she had a big bubble
I said you like me you can shake my hand
Girl I’m hotter than a frying pan
Hey girl how do you feel what are you an orange you go some appeal
She said hey baby I’m your number one fan
You make my head spin like a ceiling fan
I want a lot of money living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny
Don’t worry bout the haters i tell em see you later
Cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
Girl you know i keep it hotter than the iron
Yes I’m a leo but I’m not lying
I said girl put your number in my phone
I’m not a skeleton but I’m tryna bone
Said she like tooks i asked if i connect
Hoping it will smell like a garbage pit
So when its said and done ima say the truth
Put two fingers up gotta check a goose
Hey girl how do you feel
What are you an orange you go some appeal
She said hey baby I’m your number one fan
You make my head spin like a ceiling fan
I want a lot of money living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny
Don’t worry bout the haters
I tell em see you later
Cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
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Call me Ninja
[MAG6034 - 10] - 0
- 2'47
- Bei Pai
- Rap chinois. Atmosphérique & inquiétant. Synthé, rappeur & rythmique.
- inquiétant, rap, actuel, chanté en chinois, Chine [...]
Titre : Call me NinjaRéférence : MAG6034 - 10Compositeur(s): Huan Zi BoAuteur(s) : Huan Zi BoLC : 10347Album: Bei Pai - Dalifornia : Rap of ChinaArtiste : Bei PaiEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem]
Alright alright alright
I want a lot of money
Living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny
Don’t worry bout the haters i tell em see you later
Cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
I was at a party feeling kinda gnarly saw a little shorty
She didn’t want a forty only smoke that marijuana doesn’t like the brew
So she wanna smoke with me and my crew
Girls are like a sport and i won a gold medal
Rephrase that matter fact i won several
Swept her off her feet like a mother fucking broom
Then i took her to the mother fucking room
Hey girl how do you feel
What are you an orange you go some appeal
She said hey baby I’m your number one fan
You make my head spin like a ceiling fan
I want a lot of money living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny don’t worry bout the haters
I tell em see you later cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
Seen a girl in the club she had a nice butt
I asked if i could touch then i asked how much
She said you don’t have to pay just go and buy me drinks
Then in the bathroom you can fuck me on the sink
I like to drink wine carbonated with bubbles
She turned right around she had a big bubble
I said you like me you can shake my hand
Girl I’m hotter than a frying pan
Hey girl how do you feel what are you an orange you go some appeal
She said hey baby I’m your number one fan
You make my head spin like a ceiling fan
I want a lot of money living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny
Don’t worry bout the haters i tell em see you later
Cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
Girl you know i keep it hotter than the iron
Yes I’m a leo but I’m not lying
I said girl put your number in my phone
I’m not a skeleton but I’m tryna bone
Said she like tooks i asked if i connect
Hoping it will smell like a garbage pit
So when its said and done ima say the truth
Put two fingers up gotta check a goose
Hey girl how do you feel
What are you an orange you go some appeal
She said hey baby I’m your number one fan
You make my head spin like a ceiling fan
I want a lot of money living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny
Don’t worry bout the haters
I tell em see you later
Cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
inquiétant, rap, actuel, chanté en chinois, Chine, nocturne, sport extrême & de combat, atmosphérique, chanteur , hypnotique, insidieux, mystérieux, paysage urbain, street sports, urbain, drame social, investigation, synthétiseur, percussion électronique, rythmique, introduction, lent, version principale
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Motherland feat. Racecar & [...]
[NOW002 - 2]
- 0
- 3'43
- Blanka
- Entraînant & tendu. Outro. Samples, rappeurs & rythmique.
- rap, actuel, chanteur , chanté en anglais, final [...]
Titre : Motherland feat. Racecar & MatticRéférence : NOW002 - 2Compositeur(s): Pascal Luvisi [Sacem]Auteur(s) : Samuel Nash - Daryl Parks [PRS]Album: Blanka - KasablankaArtiste : BlankaFeaturing : Mattic - RacecarEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem] - Nowadays Records [Sacem]
Alright alright alright
I want a lot of money
Living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny
Don’t worry bout the haters i tell em see you later
Cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
I was at a party feeling kinda gnarly saw a little shorty
She didn’t want a forty only smoke that marijuana doesn’t like the brew
So she wanna smoke with me and my crew
Girls are like a sport and i won a gold medal
Rephrase that matter fact i won several
Swept her off her feet like a mother fucking broom
Then i took her to the mother fucking room
Hey girl how do you feel
What are you an orange you go some appeal
She said hey baby I’m your number one fan
You make my head spin like a ceiling fan
I want a lot of money living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny don’t worry bout the haters
I tell em see you later cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
Seen a girl in the club she had a nice butt
I asked if i could touch then i asked how much
She said you don’t have to pay just go and buy me drinks
Then in the bathroom you can fuck me on the sink
I like to drink wine carbonated with bubbles
She turned right around she had a big bubble
I said you like me you can shake my hand
Girl I’m hotter than a frying pan
Hey girl how do you feel what are you an orange you go some appeal
She said hey baby I’m your number one fan
You make my head spin like a ceiling fan
I want a lot of money living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny
Don’t worry bout the haters i tell em see you later
Cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
Girl you know i keep it hotter than the iron
Yes I’m a leo but I’m not lying
I said girl put your number in my phone
I’m not a skeleton but I’m tryna bone
Said she like tooks i asked if i connect
Hoping it will smell like a garbage pit
So when its said and done ima say the truth
Put two fingers up gotta check a goose
Hey girl how do you feel
What are you an orange you go some appeal
She said hey baby I’m your number one fan
You make my head spin like a ceiling fan
I want a lot of money living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny
Don’t worry bout the haters
I tell em see you later
Cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
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Poetry feat. A.S.M.
[NOW002 - 4]
- 0
- 2'06
- Blanka
- Infatigable & résolu. Samples, rappeur & rythmique.
- rap, actuel, chanteur , urbain, chanté en anglais [...]
Titre : Poetry feat. A.S.M.Référence : NOW002 - 4Compositeur(s): Pascal Luvisi [Sacem]Auteur(s) : Benjamin Bambach [Sacem] - Maik Schindler [Sacem]Album: Blanka - KasablankaArtiste : BlankaFeaturing : A.S.MEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem] - Nowadays Records [Sacem]
Alright alright alright
I want a lot of money
Living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny
Don’t worry bout the haters i tell em see you later
Cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
I was at a party feeling kinda gnarly saw a little shorty
She didn’t want a forty only smoke that marijuana doesn’t like the brew
So she wanna smoke with me and my crew
Girls are like a sport and i won a gold medal
Rephrase that matter fact i won several
Swept her off her feet like a mother fucking broom
Then i took her to the mother fucking room
Hey girl how do you feel
What are you an orange you go some appeal
She said hey baby I’m your number one fan
You make my head spin like a ceiling fan
I want a lot of money living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny don’t worry bout the haters
I tell em see you later cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
Seen a girl in the club she had a nice butt
I asked if i could touch then i asked how much
She said you don’t have to pay just go and buy me drinks
Then in the bathroom you can fuck me on the sink
I like to drink wine carbonated with bubbles
She turned right around she had a big bubble
I said you like me you can shake my hand
Girl I’m hotter than a frying pan
Hey girl how do you feel what are you an orange you go some appeal
She said hey baby I’m your number one fan
You make my head spin like a ceiling fan
I want a lot of money living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny
Don’t worry bout the haters i tell em see you later
Cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
Girl you know i keep it hotter than the iron
Yes I’m a leo but I’m not lying
I said girl put your number in my phone
I’m not a skeleton but I’m tryna bone
Said she like tooks i asked if i connect
Hoping it will smell like a garbage pit
So when its said and done ima say the truth
Put two fingers up gotta check a goose
Hey girl how do you feel
What are you an orange you go some appeal
She said hey baby I’m your number one fan
You make my head spin like a ceiling fan
I want a lot of money living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny
Don’t worry bout the haters
I tell em see you later
Cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
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The Traitor (feat. Calvin [...]
[NOW017 - 3]
- 0
- 3'06
- Skence
- Étrange & flottant. Synthé, rappeur & rythmique.
- rap, actuel, chanteur , paysage urbain, urbain [...]
Titre : The Traitor (feat. Calvin Davey)Référence : NOW017 - 3Compositeur(s): Maxence de Butler [Sacem] - Paul DufaureAlbum: Skence - HomeArtiste : SkenceFeaturing : Calvin DaveyEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem] - Nowadays Records [Sacem]
Alright alright alright
I want a lot of money
Living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny
Don’t worry bout the haters i tell em see you later
Cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
I was at a party feeling kinda gnarly saw a little shorty
She didn’t want a forty only smoke that marijuana doesn’t like the brew
So she wanna smoke with me and my crew
Girls are like a sport and i won a gold medal
Rephrase that matter fact i won several
Swept her off her feet like a mother fucking broom
Then i took her to the mother fucking room
Hey girl how do you feel
What are you an orange you go some appeal
She said hey baby I’m your number one fan
You make my head spin like a ceiling fan
I want a lot of money living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny don’t worry bout the haters
I tell em see you later cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
Seen a girl in the club she had a nice butt
I asked if i could touch then i asked how much
She said you don’t have to pay just go and buy me drinks
Then in the bathroom you can fuck me on the sink
I like to drink wine carbonated with bubbles
She turned right around she had a big bubble
I said you like me you can shake my hand
Girl I’m hotter than a frying pan
Hey girl how do you feel what are you an orange you go some appeal
She said hey baby I’m your number one fan
You make my head spin like a ceiling fan
I want a lot of money living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny
Don’t worry bout the haters i tell em see you later
Cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
Girl you know i keep it hotter than the iron
Yes I’m a leo but I’m not lying
I said girl put your number in my phone
I’m not a skeleton but I’m tryna bone
Said she like tooks i asked if i connect
Hoping it will smell like a garbage pit
So when its said and done ima say the truth
Put two fingers up gotta check a goose
Hey girl how do you feel
What are you an orange you go some appeal
She said hey baby I’m your number one fan
You make my head spin like a ceiling fan
I want a lot of money living where its sunny
Try to get me a nice playboy bunny
Don’t worry bout the haters
I tell em see you later
Cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
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Go Hard Like Me
[BIB019 - 1] -
1
- 2'56
- Desmond Copeland [ASCAP], James Desmond [ASCAP], Panauh Kalayeh [ASCAP], Vernon Rayvaughn [ASCAP]
- Paroles [...] Epique & catchy. Chanteur, cordes & rythmique.
- rap, drame social, attitude, catchy, chanté en anglais [...]
Titre : Go Hard Like MeRéférence : BIB019 - 1Compositeur(s): Desmond Copeland [ASCAP] - James Desmond [ASCAP] - Panauh Kalayeh [ASCAP] - Vernon Rayvaughn [ASCAP]LC : 50141Album: Hip HopEditeur(s) : Bibliotheque Music LTD [PRS]
1st inning, 1st round
1st quarter, 1stt down
The game oflife, who on the mound
You running fast but you out of bounds
Most of ya’ll go hard but you do not go hard as me
I don’t have to say much because my statics speak
Suicides and gashes and line drills til I pass out
Call a pick-and-roll and then I ran another route
I’m in a whole other place in life
I’m in the league, Hall of faming right
I put in work, train hard on my own
A real king, I’m coming for the throne
Every second, every hour, every minute
Every inch, every yard, every repetition
Practice makes perfect
I’m putting inrepetitions
Work hard then my opposition
Listen
Hook
I go hard
I go hard
All the blood, sweat and tears
Every scar
I go hard
Every shoot, every yard
Every flag, every foul
Even if it ain’t called
Don’t choke
Yo backs against the ropes
Stand your ground,
You can make it out
Put on a show
4th quarter, 4th down
9th inning, 12th round
Match point, overtime
I work hard
Over grind
All I’m saying
I’m a beast and I got out the cage
Triple double, I go deep and then I do the wave
I give a hundred and twenty percent when I play
I don’t need no substitution
I drink Gatorade
I’m in a whole other place in life
I’m in the league, Hall of faming right
I put in work, train hard on my own
A real king, I’m coming for the throne
Every workout
Every sprint
Every practice
Professional in this league, I’m not acting
For this sport
I will bleed
I am the captain
If he not going hard,
Imma lap him
Hook
I go hard
I go hard
All the blood, sweat and tears
Every scar
I go hard
Every shoot, every yard
Every flag, every foul
Even if it ain’t called
Don’t choke
Yo backs against the ropes
Stand your ground,
You can make it out
Put on a show
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Go Hard Like Me Instrumental
[BIB019 - 14] - 0
- 2'56
- Desmond Copeland [ASCAP], James Desmond [ASCAP], Panauh Kalayeh [ASCAP], Vernon Rayvaughn [ASCAP]
- Epique & catchy. Cordes & rythmique.
- drame social, épique, attitude, catchy, déterminé [...]
Titre : Go Hard Like Me InstrumentalRéférence : BIB019 - 14Compositeur(s): Desmond Copeland [ASCAP] - James Desmond [ASCAP] - Panauh Kalayeh [ASCAP] - Vernon Rayvaughn [ASCAP]LC : 50141Album: Hip HopEditeur(s) : Bibliotheque Music LTD [PRS]
1st inning, 1st round
1st quarter, 1stt down
The game oflife, who on the mound
You running fast but you out of bounds
Most of ya’ll go hard but you do not go hard as me
I don’t have to say much because my statics speak
Suicides and gashes and line drills til I pass out
Call a pick-and-roll and then I ran another route
I’m in a whole other place in life
I’m in the league, Hall of faming right
I put in work, train hard on my own
A real king, I’m coming for the throne
Every second, every hour, every minute
Every inch, every yard, every repetition
Practice makes perfect
I’m putting inrepetitions
Work hard then my opposition
Listen
Hook
I go hard
I go hard
All the blood, sweat and tears
Every scar
I go hard
Every shoot, every yard
Every flag, every foul
Even if it ain’t called
Don’t choke
Yo backs against the ropes
Stand your ground,
You can make it out
Put on a show
4th quarter, 4th down
9th inning, 12th round
Match point, overtime
I work hard
Over grind
All I’m saying
I’m a beast and I got out the cage
Triple double, I go deep and then I do the wave
I give a hundred and twenty percent when I play
I don’t need no substitution
I drink Gatorade
I’m in a whole other place in life
I’m in the league, Hall of faming right
I put in work, train hard on my own
A real king, I’m coming for the throne
Every workout
Every sprint
Every practice
Professional in this league, I’m not acting
For this sport
I will bleed
I am the captain
If he not going hard,
Imma lap him
Hook
I go hard
I go hard
All the blood, sweat and tears
Every scar
I go hard
Every shoot, every yard
Every flag, every foul
Even if it ain’t called
Don’t choke
Yo backs against the ropes
Stand your ground,
You can make it out
Put on a show
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Spank Me Part 2
[GUM7114 - 6] - 0
- 3'01
- Jérôme Benoit [Sacem], Adrien Françoise [Sacem], Nicolas Pregliasco [Sacem]
- Paroles [...] Grave & tendu. Chanteur, cordes & rythmique.
- rap, chanson, chanté en anglais, drame social, rigoureux [...]
Titre : Spank Me Part 2Référence : GUM7114 - 6Compositeur(s): Jérôme Benoit [Sacem] - Adrien Françoise [Sacem] - Nicolas Pregliasco [Sacem]Auteur(s) : Jérôme Benoit - Adrien Françoise - Nicolas PregliascoLC : 27625Album: Urban Tales Vol. 4Editeur(s) : GUM Collections [Sacem]ISRC : FR6Z61418760
Do it for the money, I do it for my pleasure. When you bark at me so loudly, I feel light as a feather, and in your romantic vid, the one you shot with a pornstar, that’s the life you live, the cheap cloak you hire. Proud of the barrel of a gun, makin bars of gold, thinkin you reach the sun, with this shit you hold, your lyrics sold into a blister holding back the shits you written gives me heart attack. The biggest joke: a parental advisory for the things you do, to be shocked by this you can’t have an IQ over sixteen, just tell me what it means, are this parents four years old to think that guy is mean? Come on…
Push up baby push up make your muscles get bigger. if your head does not think maybe your tricep’s a singer. In the chill of the morning in the warm of the club : train and become a bull with the brain of a slug. A kind of rap superhero built and dressed like Hulk, a busty guy with cute panties, vulgar and predictible. The title of your LP, what is it ? “Spank me”? On the sleeve you had an Uzi, around you girls under twenty.Watch over your shoulders, you might have enemies, the ones who steal the make up and drown stars in their jaccuzis. Beware, be brave, protect yourself muscled boy and stop trying to steal miss universe’s job
Never had a cause, never had a name, never had the guts, never been ashamed, never been attached, never pulled the strings so listen; when you say you wanna , man I say you can’t, when you say you gonna, man I say you ain’t. Never had a cause, never had a name, never had the guts, never been ashamed, never been attached, never pulled the strings so listen; when you say you wanna , man I say you can’t, when you say you gonna, man I say you ain’t.
Spit on the world you make while lickin the dope you hate, you’re diggin the souls you shake, your heart is a fake, you know you can’t drop your words in my mind, god damned you can’t thrill me, blow the kids with your rhymes, god damned you can’t kill me. Say you do that to teens licking MTV screen every time you show them your tits like Marylin. Say I’m not able to talk about the blocks where you’v grown, we’ve never meet on a same road, guess you know you’re so crusty with your eyes of baby, so crunchy, you dirty icon, nike’s so freaky.
I bet you’d break a guitar on a stage to show your fan you can act like a star. Please have mercy, don’t do it right now, and sell a million copy before smoking cigars, I’ve no scars, no crimes to sing about or tell. How does it feel to die rich when it’s your misery you sell ?
When you say you wanna , man I say you can’t, when you say you gonna, man I say you ain’t. Never had a cause, never had a name, never had the guts, never been ashamed, never been attached, never pulled the strings so listen. When you say you wanna , man I say you can’t, when you say you gonna, man I say you ain’t. Never had a cause, never had a name, never had the guts, never been ashamed, never been attached, never pulled the strings so listen.
Never had a cause, never had a name, never had the guts, never been ashamed, never been attached, never pulled the strings so listen; when you say you wanna , man I say you can’t, when you say you gonna, man I say you ain’t. Never had a cause, never had a name, never had the guts, never been ashamed, never been attached, never pulled the strings so listen; when you say you wanna , man I say you can’t, when you say you gonna, man I say you ain’t.
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We Do Bad Things
[GUM7113 - 1] - 0
- 3'58
- Ife Morrison
- Paroles [...] Explosif & urbain. Rappeuse, synthé & rythmique.
- rap, chanson, chanté en anglais, chanteuse, sport extrême & de combat [...]
Titre : We Do Bad ThingsRéférence : GUM7113 - 1Compositeur(s): Ife MorrisonAuteur(s) : Daryl Walker [PRS]LC : 27625Album: Urban Tales Vol. 3Editeur(s) : GUM Collections [Sacem]ISRC : FR6Z61418450
See I’m a bad girl we do bad things.
We do bad things you know we do bad things.
Yeah I’m a bad girl we do bad things.
We do bad things you know we do bad things.
Yeah I’m a bad girl we do bad things.
Hang around with niggaz who bring most broads pain.
He want me I use him, abuse him, and use him.
I want the Louie, Marc Jacobs, and the Khloe bags, Beamer, benz, Bentley, and he must drive Jags.
Rubbers better be mags, if he tiny I’m mad then it’s out of my house not my blouse it’s a rap.
Rappin is like my hobbie I’m a beast on the mike .
Flowing is like my kootie cat it got to stay tight.
Right place right time and you know it goes down.
Goes without saying cause he got to go down.
He pleasing me the neighbors know my name singing in different octaves his whole voice change.
From base to soprano he changing up his range got him screaming like he auditioning for TPain.
See I’m a bad girl we do bad things.
We do bad things you know we do bad things.
Yeah I’m a bad girl we do bad things.
We do bad things you know we do bad things.
Yeah I’m a bad girl we do bad things.
Hang around with niggaz who bring most broads pain.
He want me I use him, abuse him, and use him.
So whats up? He starts the convo and then I say hi.
He says he likes my flow and he’s a hell of a guy.
Then he says lets get high before I can object.
He laughs at me and says I meant lets go to my jet.
Then is ATL to Vegas yeah we born to make it.
You know that I’m a top notch broad and they hating.
But the more they hate the more I make so keep on talking.
I’m riding in the new coupe the broad still walking.
And I’m still laughing it’s funny to me.
Your man take me to the boutique you bummy to me.
See I’m running the streets and I done made it to fame. See ya still search for fame but I done changed the game.
See I’m a bad girl we do bad things.
We do bad things you know we do bad things.
Yeah I’m a bad girl we do bad things.
We do bad things you know we do bad things.
Yeah I’m a bad girl we do bad things.
Hang around with niggaz who bring most broads pain.
He want me I use him, abuse him, and use him.
Now bets believe it he chosen.
I’m a have him moaning to the morning.
Pop it and lock it baby no stopping man.
You want me baby boy bets believe better have that bread in hand.
You call me vain I say yes I am.
And I Aim for light skinned who got hella game.
It’s a shame is what they saying but I’m in my own lane and they on the side lines trying to stop my game.
But I’m winning its plain and simple to see.
If I want your man then he’s coming with me.
I came to set him free from the money in his pocket his account and his crib.
You can call it what you want but I get it how I live.
Now get um up. Get um up. Get um get um up.
Now Get um up. Get um up. Get um get um up.
No get um up Get um up. Get um get um up.
Now get um up Get um up. Get um get um up!
See I’m a bad girl we do bad things.
We do bad things you know we do bad things.
Yeah I’m a bad girl we do bad things.
We do bad things you know we do bad things.
Yeah I’m a bad girl we do bad things.
Hang around with niggaz who bring most broads pain.
He want me I use him, abuse him, and use him.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
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You Talk We Talk
[GUM7113 - 3] - 0
- 2'21
- Ife Morrison
- Paroles [...] Efficace & urgent. Rappeuse, synthé & rythmique.
- rap, chanteuse, obstiné, ascendant, urbain [...]
Titre : You Talk We TalkRéférence : GUM7113 - 3Compositeur(s): Ife MorrisonAuteur(s) : Daryl Walker [PRS]LC : 27625Album: Urban Tales Vol. 3Editeur(s) : GUM Collections [Sacem]ISRC : FR6Z61418470
Yeah, you are about to witness Ife.
I got my mind on my money on the grind I’m a bad bitch.
Niggaz made cause I’m in the game causing havoc.
Bread got to have it. Lavish habits. Tricks up my sleeves with my flows like magic.
Whips be foreign. Niggaz be adoring. I got money stored away in banks off shore and.
Never been a gangsta but I’m still a hood chick. Bread in my pocket keep it real so I’m hood rich.
Born in the ghetto and respect I done earned it. Come up in my hood trying to dis they’ll learn you.
Teaching you a lesson that they’ll never be forgetting. If you coming out alive then they calling it a blessing.
You talking bout this and bout that.
We talking bout that real shit we talking bout facts.
We got that duffle bag boy full of hundred stacks.
We got that duffle bag boy full of hundred stacks how’s that.
And I ain t never been a weak bitch.
Always been a street bitch.
With the right nigga in my bed I’m a freak bitch.
Call him for the night take his bread send his as home.
Never knew his name it don’t matter cause he long gone.
Chocolate and sweet niggaz want to get a taste of me, now they feigning for my body like a damn drug.
We aint got nothing in common it you aint got bread.
Dead all of small talk tell me if you give head.
If you do than we can chill,iIf you don’t than u can go.
Loose my name and number we don’t need to talk no more.
Callus like the bunion on the foot of a soldier.
Keep niggaz awake when I spit like Folgers.
You talking bout this and bout that.
We talking bout that real shit we talking bout facts.
We got that duffle bag boy full of hundred stacks.
We got that duffle bag boy full of hundred stacks how’s that.
Niggaz try to hate because they know that I am better than.
Told yall fools before that you are nothing but irrelevant.
Eyes on me like I’m Pac back in 95.
Listen to my flow and you gone see that niggaz still alive.
Ride in my old school. Laughing at these damn fools.
Mad that I made it to the top and they gone all loose.
Choose to be spiteful, pimping it’s delightful, poor my feelings out and let these niggaz get a mike ful.
Crazy to them that I spit so hot. Ife coming for the #1 spot. Top any broad up in this game.
Don’t just do it for the glitz and fame. Do it for the niggaz and the head and the bread and to prove that hip hop really aint dead.
Heard what I said, what I do what I mean. Got to grind till I live my dream.
You talking bout this and bout that.
We talking bout that real shit we talking bout facts.
We got that duffle bag boy full of hundred stacks.
We got that duffle bag boy full of hundred stacks how’s that.
rap, chanteuse, obstiné, ascendant, urbain, catchy, chanson, chanté en anglais, drame social, entraînant, introduction, lourd, percussion électronique, sport extrême & de combat, vocal, agressif & violent, explosif, film d'action, plein air, synthétiseur, urgent, rythmique, medium, version principale
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Shoot Me Down
[GUM7113 - 5] - 0
- 2'09
- Serge Monroe [Sacem]
- Paroles [...] Rythmé & saccadé. Rappeur, synthé & rythmique.
- rap, catchy, saccadé, urbain, chanson [...]
Titre : Shoot Me DownRéférence : GUM7113 - 5Compositeur(s): Serge Monroe [Sacem]Auteur(s) : Serge MonroeLC : 27625Album: Urban Tales Vol. 3Editeur(s) : GUM Collections [Sacem]ISRC : FR6Z61418490
They try to bury us
Were kickin’ up dirt
Thats my dungeon, civilisation Ensimes dying in my belly, just dirt You chaise fame, we chaise it for me
The all seeing eye has it in for me Can’t swim against the sea
Shoot me down, if you feel the need Ash on ash
Shoot me down, if you feel the need Ash on ash
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My Fire
[GUM7048 - 1] - 0
- 2'16
- Courtney Elkins [Sacem]
- Paroles [...] Hip hop. Tendu & urbain. MC & rythmique.
- rap, actuel, film d'action, inquiétant, arty [...]
Titre : My FireRéférence : GUM7048 - 1Compositeur(s): Courtney Elkins [Sacem]Auteur(s) : Ife MorrisonLC : 27625Album: Urban Tales Vol. 2Artiste : Morrison, IfeEditeur(s) : GUM Collections [Sacem]ISRC : FR6Z61306700
My fire is flame. My my my my fire is flame. Go get them. My fire is flame my, my, my, fire is flame.
I‘m better, I’m better, I’m better, than these silly bitches knowing they can’t step to me.
My fire is flame. My my my my fire is flame. Go get them. My fire is flame my, my, my, fire is flame.
I ‘m better, I’m better, I’m better, than these silly bitches knowing they can’t step to me.
He told me you to cute to spit but my fire is flame.
I’m on the on grind for my dollars don’t give me no change.
If you don’t give it I’m a take it I’m breaking the bank.
These niggaz comatose but my flow gone shake them awake.
Steady calculating these niggas they give me there lines.
While they talking bout names and numbers I’m talking bout dollar signs.
Changing these fools minds. Usually like them light skinned.
But now he want the chocolate girl again and again.
Done told his home boys about me they talking bout friends.
Man these bitches can’t see me might as well get them a lens.
They be taking offense.
Then be making amends, since they cant beat they want to join cause they know I’m a win.
But I don’t give a damn, I’m bout my Benjamin’s.
I want that nigga with the whip that got them dividends.
So if you got it come holla cause in the streets I’m a beast.
And if you got the right package in the bed I’m a freak.
I’m saying.
My fire is flame. My my my my fire is flame. Go get them. My fire is flame my, my, my, fire is flame.
I‘m better, I’m better, I’m better, than these silly bitches knowing they can’t step to me.
My fire is flame. My my my my fire is flame. Go get them. My fire is flame my, my, my, fire is flame.
I ‘m better, I’m better, I’m better, than these silly bitches knowing they can’t step to me.
He told me you to cute to spit but my fire is flame.
I’m on the on grind for my dollars don’t give me no change.
If you don’t give it I’m a take it I’m breaking the bank.
These niggaz comatose but my flow gone shake them awake.
So come and give it to me. I want it all night.
You better have strength and you better have length I want it just right.
Say you can tongue twist well baby use your skills.
Oh you so cool got ice cubes trying to give me chills.
Well I love the way it feels you do it so nice.
Let a broad say that you’re hers we might just have to fight.
Don’t usually brawl over niggaz but you’re the exception.
Got magical dick gets me excited with I see your erection.
I run in your direction. You teaching me your lesson.
But I been naughty so we gone have to repeat the session.
So meet me in detention, I need all your attention.
You got that wood, I got that good, and I got bad intentions.
I’m saying, I’m saying
My fire is flame. My my my my fire is flame. Go get them. My fire is flame my, my, my, fire is flame.
I‘m better, I’m better, I’m better, than these silly bitches knowing they can’t step to me.
My fire is flame. My my my my fire is flame. Go get them. My fire is flame my, my, my, fire is flame.
I ‘m better, I’m better, I’m better, than these silly bitches knowing they can’t step to me.
I’m saying.
My fire is flame. My my my my fire is flame. Go get them. My fire is flame my, my, my, fire is flame.
I‘m better, I’m better, I’m better, than these silly bitches knowing they can’t step to me.
My fire is flame. My my my my fire is flame. Go get them. My fire is flame my, my, my, fire is flame.
I ‘m better, I’m better, I’m better, than these silly bitches knowing they can’t step to me.
So let’s get naughty, naughty, me and you can play a game.
Yeah you gone like the way it feel because my fire is flame.
You say you wild but when I’m done I’m gonna leave you tame
I guarantee that you gone be begging for it again.
So let’s get naughty, naughty, me and you can play a game.
Yeah you gone like the way it feel because my fire flame.
You say you wild but when I’m done I’m gonna leave you tame.
I guarantee that you gone be begging for it again.
rap, actuel, film d'action, inquiétant, arty, chanson, chanté en anglais, chanteur , entraînant, explosif, hip-hop, obstiné, sport extrême & de combat, urbain, vocal, agressif & violent, percussion électronique, rythmique, scandé, sport mécanique, percutant, programmation, vie quotidienne, chaotique, medium
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Brain Washed
[GUM7048 - 8] - 0
- 2'28
- Jérôme Cancet [Sacem]
- Paroles [...] Hip hop. Nostalgique & jazzy. MC & rythmique.
- rap, chanson, chanté en anglais, drame social, urbain [...]
Titre : Brain WashedRéférence : GUM7048 - 8Compositeur(s): Jérôme Cancet [Sacem]Auteur(s) : Ludovic Vickers [Sacem]LC : 27625Album: Urban Tales Vol. 2Artiste : Vickers, LudovicEditeur(s) : GUM Collections [Sacem]ISRC : FR6Z61306770
Yo i could tell u bout this life, u wouldnt like what u hear
When i tell it bruva feel me i know
This life is like some nonexistent dream
We wake up every morning to play our part on the scene
No seeing in between, no laws and rules we live by
Govern how we get by
No need to get high
Cuz we're already brainwashed by them
I know i can see it
But still we close our eyes to conceal it in agreement they send me to war, to the frontline
While they're watching for that money if it come in on time
So we're waiting, patiently waiting, i'm taking for the moment
And expecting that the moment never come
Cuz even if i try, they will be there, to come and see me when i fly
And shoot me down when i get up in the air,
Man these fuckers all try
Yo i see them everywhere
I got them in the corner of my eye, rolling with them other guys, wonder why
We need to let it breathe
Don't pretend to be more than a friend to me, or gently dementing my and myself
Out this world
For the helth of me, the referee is absent from this cleverly orchestrated game
Where the brains don't care for me
Lo and behold this is what we made of it
Politicians talking fibs, that's the thin of it
But the thick of it is fucking ridiculous
We've got these politicians talking fibs, man
Taking us for a ride, this is why, we could never be better
I try to keep my head above the bullshit
Cuz when the shit hits the fan, it's the clever man with the better plan who will get up from under the shit
Load up ya clip, bruva, go on tell em take no prisoners
Wake up from ya dream bruva, go on just envision this
This is real, this is heart, this is human,
This is what we're missing from this life we're exhumed in
We need to let it breathe
While we're out busy investing in them hotel rooms and grand diners, we're
Forgetting about our men. So people are talking about the war… democracy isn't
Anything without the people living it but we are as a publis - we are all giving them
Everything. So what's the end to be? What's it meant to be? Something better than a
Friend to me?
We need to let it breathe
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Before You Go To Hell
[GUM7019 - 5] - 0
- 2'21
- Alexandre Brovelli [Sacem]
- Paroles [...] Hip-hop. Implacable & tendu. Chanteur, electronics & rythmique.
- hip-hop, rap, chanteur , inquiétant, urbain [...]
Titre : Before You Go To HellRéférence : GUM7019 - 5Compositeur(s): Alexandre Brovelli [Sacem]Auteur(s) : Daniel Raymond [Sacem]LC : 27625Album: Urban TalesArtiste : D-RayEditeur(s) : GUM Collections [Sacem]ISRC : FR6Z61106840
I walk in the studio and open up the cabinet
Once the microphone meets my eyes then I'm grabbin' it
My rhymes is immaculate, timin' is accurate
And I could say the same for all the guys I be rappin' with
I could pass the mic to the left or to the right
And whoever standin' next to me be strengthenin' the ciph
When we chill and hit the pipe, we definitely tight
Shit, everyone I'm messin' wit is nice
I'm effortlessly scribin', my temperature be risin'
My methods I be hidin', you ain't ever gon' find 'em
You could call me God cause I'm on some divine shit
Deliverin' my rhymes w/ seismic force, they hit
Split the dirt planet burst in flames
Humanity cease but the earth sustains
Lyrical Armageddon, you better get your reverend and repent
Before you go to Hell instead of heaven
I ain't no flamethrower, more like a knuckleballer
Causin' chaos and disruptin' order
Across borders and over water, but I don't support torture
And unlike the Knicks I always hit my shots in the fourth quarter
So if you try to play me, you get played back
Just like a good take on that A DAT tape
You make that cake but you ain't that great
D-Ray bout to take yo place!
Cuz man I ain't feelin' rap, where the rhythm at?
Only a handful of emcees left who could kill a track
Who got the biggest gat? Man they lyrics wack
How bout the mercenary killers that still in Iraq
Shootin' cruiser missiles where they eatin' dinner at
How 'bout them NYPD piggies that be killin' blacks
And keepin' political prisoners up in the rack
I'm spittin fire, never filler, on the ill attack
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Narkoleptik
[GUM7001 - 6] - 0
- 3'11
- Maurin Zahnd [Sacem]
- Paroles [...] Hip-hop. Urbain & determiné. Chanteur, electronics & rythmique.
- rap, 2000, urbain, vie quotidienne, chanson [...]
Titre : NarkoleptikRéférence : GUM7001 - 6Compositeur(s): Maurin Zahnd [Sacem]Auteur(s) : Ludovic Vickers [Sacem]LC : 27625Album: Alternative Pop SongsArtiste : AzahmFeaturing : The SpectreEditeur(s) : GUM Collections [Sacem]
Aye yo I spit hot barsi wear a hot pairi ride hot cars, i flip hip hop barebres get left there, bunnin hot rockdeliver more hot shots than charlie sheen daresim a machine on a tracku fall asleep on a trackur all neeks spit wack, ima bring it bring it backhow i sling it, sing it wack, never dat im a poetyou MCs all foot soldiers, i'm heroic, u know itthe general, ahead of all rappers todayim on top of my game like players on match of the dayso i bring dat mad ish, spit raps on mad riffsestablished, never deal with riff raff im lavishaverage MCs caught sleeping on the gameput em to sleep permanently if theyre speaking on my nameima go go get it till i go and kick the bucketMCs are more chicken than a KFC buckettill the end i won't giving ini won't be letting em know, i won't be giving em no ting of my dividendsMCs all narcoleptic, can't step withi talk the talk, calm and collectedtill the end i'll keep it riveting, i'll be vivid and dope, lettin em kno bout the flo that i'm deliveringMCs all narcoleptic, can't step withi walk the walk, calm the collectivepeople get frantic cuz them people cant handle iti lay them on the granite, make em manicgive em a taste of the graphic ish cuz im sick and i manageto do more damage than people do do do when they litteringreally believe me b i'm stanking hot and i'm simmeringsurrounded in linen and women when lyrics are spillingcuz livin in this day and age is a great feelingi do this for the game but the dames touch the ceilingconsume my fair share, one i dare say's willingall in a day's work, i'm the pay day villainhave u screaming may day, like droppin date rape pills ini put you all to sleep, evacuate the buildingnow the building is gone, to catch sleepyou be running after Zs like a marathontryna bite my shit like a piranha done did itcome get it, king kong on the lyrics y'all dig itaye yo hit hard, get back, mix tracks, get charredhit that six pack, lick dogs, smoke crack? what?no i'm only joking, smocking, choking, cruising down the boulevard provokingwalking, talking, stalking, poking a fat chickno i'm only joking againi do do what the real do, it's okyou think i'm funny, but laugh too much and i'll kill youi may be happy but i'm murderousthe live ish, soon you will have heard of usi bring it to the brink think courteous,i'll brought all the herb to puff, don't hurry usyes it's the AS if you're curiousi'm furious, the name's Siik, game's slick, tame spit,take it back to the lane pit, spit main- same ish, mix pain and pleasure in the same setso don't be talking about MCs you make them sleepwith you all them MCs yo they fall asleep, you're boringMCs all narcoleptic, can't step withi talk the talk, calm and collectedi bring the live ish, AS, 9side, recognise till the endMCs all narcoleptic, can't step withi walk the walk, calm the collectiveMCs all narcoleptic, can't step withi talk the talk, calm and collectedMCs all narcoleptic, can't step withi walk the walk, calm the collective
rap, 2000, urbain, vie quotidienne, chanson, chanté en anglais, chanteur , vocal, 1990, entraînant, film d'action, inquiétant, obstiné, plein air, rythmé, série ados, agressif & violent, nocturne, percussion électronique, programmation, rythmique, Fender Rhodes, guitare électrique, mystérieux, sample, sautillant, actuel, choriste homme, rapide, version principale
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10 Seconds
[CEV3019 - 5] -
1
- 2'27
- Chomsk' [Sacem]
- Paroles [...] Ethnic Hip-hop. Male vocal & percussions.BPM 100.
- rap, 2000, actuel, beat making, chanson [...]
Titre : 10 SecondsRéférence : CEV3019 - 5Compositeur(s): Chomsk' [Sacem]Auteur(s) : Daryl Parks [PRS]LC : 10347Album: Hype HopArtiste : La Fine EquipeEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem]ISRC : FRZPA0900510
10 seconds
Lyrics by Mattic Parks Music by Chomsk'
(Chorus)
6 seconds
5 seconds
4 seconds
Mr. Mat your on
3 seconds
2 seconds
1 second
Mr. Mat your on
It's like heat from the sunlight,
I squeeze the tight life out of you, and got you smiling to
So What it do ?
Relay the verses right back to you
so you act a fool
The up with cool, down with school.
Has a list of line of waiters full of haters
some rock timberland, some rock with gators
Some all natural, but still get their power pulled
Reconnection is beautiful thing the mind rule.
Duel with this expertise mic handle,
out of order generating dudes be lighting candles.
Just to catch a swift win now you in the dark,
I heard some nigga's waiting for that ass in the parking lot.
So what's the wrong route, escape death I doubt it
They after you
Only seconds
Mattic's after you
Only seconds
Mattic's after you
It takes seconds
Mattic's after you
To make a track
Yo Mr. Fantastic is after you
That's the way of the world
Day tripper, your song I skip to the next one because I can't take it no more
This is classic encounters
Consider the source down to earth til it explodes and bust like grapes.
And out of shape fat people other words obesity.
To get along with everyone, no you history.
You shitting me or can you just not see ?
In this life time I mastered the art in my ability.
The originality, exalted and compassionate
The expediter
Restored to mentor
When I the television on I witness all the gluttony.
But if I talk about it nigga's just mute the,
focus of my sanity, body and soul
love and weather, fall apart and build back together.
My spirit box's has got a black man's waltz with three little words,
I love you
At all cost
My people whose the boss and do you pay the cost ?
Yo check it out now, witness the floss because,
I'm about to make another record, and you van hit in about 10 seconds cause…
(chorus)
10 seconds
9 seconds
8 seconds
Mr. Mat your on
7 seconds
6 seconds
5 seconds
Mr. Mat your on
4 seconds
3 seconds
2 seconds
Mr. Mat your on
1 second
1 second
No seconds
Mr. Mat your on
On on on
Mr. Mat your on
(repeat)
rap, 2000, actuel, beat making, chanson, chanté en anglais, hip-hop, urbain, vocal, chanteur , confiant, mode, percussion électronique, cinéma USA indépendant, Etats-Unis d'Amérique, marche, nocturne, vie quotidienne, rythmique, acoustique, Afrique, art contemporain, balancement, catchy, errant, fier, film d'action, lourd, medium, version principale
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10 Seconds
[CEV3019 - 6] - 0
- 2'18
- Chomsk' [Sacem], Daryl Parks [PRS]
- Instrumental ethnnic Hip-hop. Percussion, flute & male voice. BPM 100.
- classe, hip-hop, underscore, 2000, exotique [...]
Titre : 10 SecondsRéférence : CEV3019 - 6Compositeur(s): Chomsk' [Sacem] - Daryl Parks [PRS]LC : 10347Album: Hype HopArtiste : La Fine EquipeEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem]ISRC : FRZPA0900515
10 seconds
Lyrics by Mattic Parks Music by Chomsk'
(Chorus)
6 seconds
5 seconds
4 seconds
Mr. Mat your on
3 seconds
2 seconds
1 second
Mr. Mat your on
It's like heat from the sunlight,
I squeeze the tight life out of you, and got you smiling to
So What it do ?
Relay the verses right back to you
so you act a fool
The up with cool, down with school.
Has a list of line of waiters full of haters
some rock timberland, some rock with gators
Some all natural, but still get their power pulled
Reconnection is beautiful thing the mind rule.
Duel with this expertise mic handle,
out of order generating dudes be lighting candles.
Just to catch a swift win now you in the dark,
I heard some nigga's waiting for that ass in the parking lot.
So what's the wrong route, escape death I doubt it
They after you
Only seconds
Mattic's after you
Only seconds
Mattic's after you
It takes seconds
Mattic's after you
To make a track
Yo Mr. Fantastic is after you
That's the way of the world
Day tripper, your song I skip to the next one because I can't take it no more
This is classic encounters
Consider the source down to earth til it explodes and bust like grapes.
And out of shape fat people other words obesity.
To get along with everyone, no you history.
You shitting me or can you just not see ?
In this life time I mastered the art in my ability.
The originality, exalted and compassionate
The expediter
Restored to mentor
When I the television on I witness all the gluttony.
But if I talk about it nigga's just mute the,
focus of my sanity, body and soul
love and weather, fall apart and build back together.
My spirit box's has got a black man's waltz with three little words,
I love you
At all cost
My people whose the boss and do you pay the cost ?
Yo check it out now, witness the floss because,
I'm about to make another record, and you van hit in about 10 seconds cause…
(chorus)
10 seconds
9 seconds
8 seconds
Mr. Mat your on
7 seconds
6 seconds
5 seconds
Mr. Mat your on
4 seconds
3 seconds
2 seconds
Mr. Mat your on
1 second
1 second
No seconds
Mr. Mat your on
On on on
Mr. Mat your on
(repeat)
classe, hip-hop, underscore, 2000, exotique, flûte, marche, tambourin, beat making, entraînant, Fender Rhodes, urbain, road movie, rythmique, travelling, 1990, acoustique, Amérique du Sud, art contemporain, chanteur , désert chaud, déterminé, errant, Etats-Unis d'Amérique, film d'action, insouciant, instrumental, medium, métallique, mode, panoramique, relax, safari , version alternative, vocal
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Light
[CEV3019 - 7] -
1
- 3'35
- Oogo [Sacem]
- Paroles [...] Hip-hop/Nu soul. Laid back. male vocal. female voice. BPM 92
- rap, actuel, hip-hop, rythmé, urbain [...]
Titre : LightRéférence : CEV3019 - 7Compositeur(s): Oogo [Sacem]Auteur(s) : Astrid Engberg [KODA] - Daryl Parks [PRS]LC : 10347Album: Hype HopArtiste : La Fine EquipeEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem]ISRC : FRZPA0900580
THE LIGHT
Lyrics by Mattic Parks and Astrid Engberg. Music by Oogo.
Fantastic (multiple repeat throughout song)
Oogo Oogo
Fantastic
Chomsky
I be on the planet I be rocking that shit
I be on the planet I be making them hits
MR. FANTASTIC
III beats from the words I speak
It's the light from the uh…uh uh
Banka
Wax Tailor
Mr Gib
Mr Fantastic
I be on the Planet I be rocking them beats
We be on the planet we be making that heat
We be on the planet and the style is unique
Our shit is big ocean and your shit is a creek
On your territory I'm ah take ah leak
let it all out
Top high like Mt. Everest to the peak
for you mountain climbers we be on the planet
Yea baby come and give me kiss on he cheek
That is the style from beneath
Underground, Underground from the PLANET
rap, actuel, hip-hop, rythmé, urbain, 2000, beat making, chanson, chanté en anglais, Etats-Unis d'Amérique, percussion électronique, rythmique, vocal, chanteur , confiant, déterminé, fier, film d'action, groovy, marche, rigoureux, sample, laid-back, 1990, chanteuse, choriste femme, cinéma USA indépendant, medium, nocturne, synthétiseur, version principale, vie quotidienne
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Light
[CEV3019 - 8] - 0
- 2'01
- Astrid Engberg [KODA], Oogo [Sacem], Daryl Parks [PRS]
- Instrumental Hip-hop/Nu soul. Laid back & linear.BPM 92.
- urbain, beat making, rap, underscore, 1980 [...]
Titre : LightRéférence : CEV3019 - 8Compositeur(s): Astrid Engberg [KODA] - Oogo [Sacem] - Daryl Parks [PRS]LC : 10347Album: Hype HopArtiste : La Fine EquipeEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem]ISRC : FRZPA0900585
THE LIGHT
Lyrics by Mattic Parks and Astrid Engberg. Music by Oogo.
Fantastic (multiple repeat throughout song)
Oogo Oogo
Fantastic
Chomsky
I be on the planet I be rocking that shit
I be on the planet I be making them hits
MR. FANTASTIC
III beats from the words I speak
It's the light from the uh…uh uh
Banka
Wax Tailor
Mr Gib
Mr Fantastic
I be on the Planet I be rocking them beats
We be on the planet we be making that heat
We be on the planet and the style is unique
Our shit is big ocean and your shit is a creek
On your territory I'm ah take ah leak
let it all out
Top high like Mt. Everest to the peak
for you mountain climbers we be on the planet
Yea baby come and give me kiss on he cheek
That is the style from beneath
Underground, Underground from the PLANET
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Ghost Music
[CEV3019 - 15] -
1
- 3'38
- Chomsk' [Sacem]
- Paroles [...] Hip-hop. Wonky music. Video games fx. Male vocal. BPM 92.
- rap, 2000, actuel, hip-hop, urbain [...]
Titre : Ghost MusicRéférence : CEV3019 - 15Compositeur(s): Chomsk' [Sacem]Auteur(s) : Benjamin Bambach [Sacem] - Daryl Parks [PRS] - Maik Schindler [Sacem]LC : 10347Album: Hype HopArtiste : La Fine EquipeEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem]ISRC : FRZPA0900560
GHOST MUSIC
Lyrics by Mattic, Green T, F.P
Beat by Chomsky
(Chorus)
Ghost music
Ghost music
Ghost music
Ghost music
Ghost music
Hey it's Poltergeist music
it's Poltergeist music
it's Poltergeist music
it's Poltergeist music
The like…
Ah hell now did I miss it?
before you step on the stage your whole show is defeated.
I'm trying to leave a ghost impression on your T.V screen
when you you pause the game to long, I heard your song.
Whole album that's cool, but when I make my rule
My medulla's like pole vaulter's
A high choose
Your best tracks, friend can help.
In the end all you doing is just talking to yourself.
And the crowd the only clap
cause they don't want no playback.
A universal word describes you as whack.
While I sit up in the shadow's sharp like a dagger.
The power that I create from the hood sleepy hollow.
Beauty right in front of your eyes like blooming daffodils
or the vines on my arms, ink that I reveal.
Had a dream Ice Cube went back to kill at will.
Death Certificate host, America's most.
Watch of the poison in sirenges kept in frozen usage.
The stage or the living room I abuse it
Wax allowed it so I be that ball up in Ken's hands
Energy my man let me help you understand
How you got to X a man on the stage
Think they got cha
They think the got cha
Leave a Ghost impression, on the crowd
When they watch you
When they watch ya
How you got to X a man on the stage
Think they got cha
they think the got cha
Leave a Ghost impression, on the crowd
When they watch you
When they watch ya
Music pause people
(repeat)
Music make's think
(repeat)
Music make'em think
Man you got make them think!!
MUSIC MAKE THEM DANCE
rap, 2000, actuel, hip-hop, urbain, 1990, beat making, rythmé, break beat, chanson, chanté en anglais, chanteur , Etats-Unis d'Amérique, fier, percussion électronique, robotique, vocal, déterminé, entraînant, synthétiseur, jeu d'action, lourd, marche, nocturne, rythmique, saccadé, sample, film d'action, groovy, jeu vidéo, métallique, rapide, version principale, vie quotidienne
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Ghost Music
[CEV3019 - 16] - 0
- 1'47
- Benjamin Bambach [Sacem], Chomsk' [Sacem], Daryl Parks [PRS], Maik Schindler [BMI]
- Instrumental Hip-hop. Wonky music. Video game fx. BPM 92.
- beat making, jeu vidéo, robotique, hip-hop, saccadé [...]
Titre : Ghost MusicRéférence : CEV3019 - 16Compositeur(s): Benjamin Bambach [Sacem] - Chomsk' [Sacem] - Daryl Parks [PRS] - Maik Schindler [BMI]LC : 10347Album: Hype HopArtiste : La Fine EquipeEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem]ISRC : FRZPA0900565
GHOST MUSIC
Lyrics by Mattic, Green T, F.P
Beat by Chomsky
(Chorus)
Ghost music
Ghost music
Ghost music
Ghost music
Ghost music
Hey it's Poltergeist music
it's Poltergeist music
it's Poltergeist music
it's Poltergeist music
The like…
Ah hell now did I miss it?
before you step on the stage your whole show is defeated.
I'm trying to leave a ghost impression on your T.V screen
when you you pause the game to long, I heard your song.
Whole album that's cool, but when I make my rule
My medulla's like pole vaulter's
A high choose
Your best tracks, friend can help.
In the end all you doing is just talking to yourself.
And the crowd the only clap
cause they don't want no playback.
A universal word describes you as whack.
While I sit up in the shadow's sharp like a dagger.
The power that I create from the hood sleepy hollow.
Beauty right in front of your eyes like blooming daffodils
or the vines on my arms, ink that I reveal.
Had a dream Ice Cube went back to kill at will.
Death Certificate host, America's most.
Watch of the poison in sirenges kept in frozen usage.
The stage or the living room I abuse it
Wax allowed it so I be that ball up in Ken's hands
Energy my man let me help you understand
How you got to X a man on the stage
Think they got cha
They think the got cha
Leave a Ghost impression, on the crowd
When they watch you
When they watch ya
How you got to X a man on the stage
Think they got cha
they think the got cha
Leave a Ghost impression, on the crowd
When they watch you
When they watch ya
Music pause people
(repeat)
Music make's think
(repeat)
Music make'em think
Man you got make them think!!
MUSIC MAKE THEM DANCE
beat making, jeu vidéo, robotique, hip-hop, saccadé, 1990, 2000, agressif & violent, lourdaud, synthétiseur, urbain, 1980, bêtisier, film d'action, rythmé, break beat, jeu d'action, percutant, rigoureux, rythmique, underscore, bruyant, enfance, errant, insidieux, instrumental, obstiné, rapide, version alternative, vocal
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False Kats
[CEV3019 - 17] -
1
- 2'10
- Pascal Luvisi [Sacem]
- Paroles [...] Old School Hip-hop. Male vocal. BPM 91.
- hip-hop, rap, actuel, Etats-Unis d'Amérique, urbain [...]
Titre : False KatsRéférence : CEV3019 - 17Compositeur(s): Pascal Luvisi [Sacem]Auteur(s) : Daryl Parks [PRS]LC : 10347Album: Hype HopArtiste : La Fine EquipeEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem]ISRC : FRZPA0900590
False Kats
Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Blanka
(chorus)
False Kats
The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy
The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy
The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy
Coming some where in this world were most kats can not see
The maker of the music playing on your cd
The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy
While walking off the stage I know some kats that ain't liking me.
Calling out my name with that false in they game
bullshitting with the talk posing vibes like lames
Dames, they acting like they bleeding and they like it that way.
It ain't no disrespect I just know what I say.
Come on dog before I put heat on you like Hubie rays
We man about this shit why you acting all gay ?
Most people they can hear me from the south to the bay.
You just started your beats step the fuck out my way.
What moves are you really making ? None at all
false kats making music and it sounds appal.
So fuck y'all
I could talking bout you man.
Your style stinks from your beats and lyrics and,
we slap five, but top gate you not my man's
Your epidemic smaller then a grain of sand.
It's like trying cook rocks in frying pans
with no kick up in your product I can't feel it and…
You big sissy, in this game you have no history
So fall ….. Back !
All I see is false kats B
All I see is false kats B
All I see is those false kats standing in my face.
(chorus)
You False
What's up homie ?
Really glad to see, you don't get out much how's that music shit treating you ?
What you drinking on ?
Need a smoke ? I'm with ya, once you least expect I'm that dude that's going to get you
You False
What's up homie ?
Really glad to see, you don't get out much how's that music shit treating you ?
What you drinking on ?
Need a smoke ? I'm with ya, once you least expect I'm that dude that's going to get you
False kats
The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy
The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy
The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy
hip-hop, rap, actuel, Etats-Unis d'Amérique, urbain, beat making, chanson, chanté en anglais, vocal, 1990, 2000, fier, percussion électronique, relax, chanteur , déterminé, Fender Rhodes, lourd, marche, laid-back, 1980, groovy, rythmique, attitude, cinéma USA indépendant, film d'action, medium, version principale, vie quotidienne
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False Kats
[CEV3019 - 18] - 0
- 2'14
- Pascal Luvisi [Sacem], Daryl Parks [PRS]
- Instrumental Old School Hip-hop. Scrach. Underscore. BPM 91.
- hip-hop, Etats-Unis d'Amérique, Fender Rhodes, nocturne, urbain [...]
Titre : False KatsRéférence : CEV3019 - 18Compositeur(s): Pascal Luvisi [Sacem] - Daryl Parks [PRS]LC : 10347Album: Hype HopArtiste : La Fine EquipeEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem]ISRC : FRZPA0900595
False Kats
Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Blanka
(chorus)
False Kats
The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy
The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy
The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy
Coming some where in this world were most kats can not see
The maker of the music playing on your cd
The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy
While walking off the stage I know some kats that ain't liking me.
Calling out my name with that false in they game
bullshitting with the talk posing vibes like lames
Dames, they acting like they bleeding and they like it that way.
It ain't no disrespect I just know what I say.
Come on dog before I put heat on you like Hubie rays
We man about this shit why you acting all gay ?
Most people they can hear me from the south to the bay.
You just started your beats step the fuck out my way.
What moves are you really making ? None at all
false kats making music and it sounds appal.
So fuck y'all
I could talking bout you man.
Your style stinks from your beats and lyrics and,
we slap five, but top gate you not my man's
Your epidemic smaller then a grain of sand.
It's like trying cook rocks in frying pans
with no kick up in your product I can't feel it and…
You big sissy, in this game you have no history
So fall ….. Back !
All I see is false kats B
All I see is false kats B
All I see is those false kats standing in my face.
(chorus)
You False
What's up homie ?
Really glad to see, you don't get out much how's that music shit treating you ?
What you drinking on ?
Need a smoke ? I'm with ya, once you least expect I'm that dude that's going to get you
You False
What's up homie ?
Really glad to see, you don't get out much how's that music shit treating you ?
What you drinking on ?
Need a smoke ? I'm with ya, once you least expect I'm that dude that's going to get you
False kats
The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy
The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy
The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy
hip-hop, Etats-Unis d'Amérique, Fender Rhodes, nocturne, urbain, beat making, cinéma USA indépendant, underscore, 1990, 2000, break beat, fx vinyle, vie quotidienne, laid-back, relax, groovy, rythmique, 1980, chanteur , clubbing, errant, film d'action, instrumental, medium, version alternative, vocal
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Relax
[CEV3019 - 23] -
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- 3'06
- Pascal Luvisi [Sacem]
- Paroles [...] Hip-hop with a 70's feel. Male vocal. BPM 126.
- rap, hip-hop, 2000, beat making, chanteur [...]
Titre : RelaxRéférence : CEV3019 - 23Compositeur(s): Pascal Luvisi [Sacem]Auteur(s) : Benjamin Bambach [Sacem] - Daryl Parks [PRS] - Maik Schindler [Sacem]LC : 10347Album: Hype HopArtiste : La Fine EquipeFeaturing : A.S.MEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem]ISRC : FRZPA0900540
RELAX
Lyrics by Mattic, beat by Blanka
Featuring ASM
(Chorus)
Relax
Relax your mind
(Repeat)
Yo who can be the ultimate?
I say what side is packing it?
Endure like ensure, nigga's need life packets
Full metal jackets, and ratchets
make inspector gadget go go gadget arms alarm if your charm.
Chill like the wisdom from my Grandma with holy Korans
Blood brothers make a bond edged in stone
a throne of the kingdom is his, fuck the show biz
even if most will raise a kid, television it is.
The parent of a split up home, whose the runner of the field in your dome.
Making any progress in game without a name
Jon doe identify scanning your brain.
I talk undernet the surface
The average can't word the hologram wrapping your heart like saran.
Cool like the iceman, a blizzard in hand and rupture the plan, as i see the world as a man.
Of a rare breed, indeed we planet seeds with the words that we use.
Idolize by fools swimming in ah dead pool
I clock till the better end rules like the Senate.
Nigga's think the made for the house of representatives
they prevent this, my rhymes start orange like a sun kiss but here's a twist.
Faith pulls most together just like a puzzle
Im strange, but my mouth out powers the human muzzle.
Im ah hustle, clock figures minus triggers
and sneak up and bounce on that ass just tiger
And sneak up and bounce on ass just tiger
sneak on you and bounce on that ass just like tiger
so relax
(Chorus)
Relax
Relax your mind
Relax
Relax your mind
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Relax
[CEV3019 - 24] - 0
- 3'07
- Benjamin Bambach [Sacem], Pascal Luvisi [Sacem], Daryl Parks [PRS], Maik Schindler [BMI]
- Instrumental Hip-hop with a 70's feel. Electric guitar. Underscore. BPM 126.
- actuel, urbain, 2000, déterminé, fx vinyle [...]
Titre : RelaxRéférence : CEV3019 - 24Compositeur(s): Benjamin Bambach [Sacem] - Pascal Luvisi [Sacem] - Daryl Parks [PRS] - Maik Schindler [BMI]LC : 10347Album: Hype HopArtiste : La Fine EquipeEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem]ISRC : FRZPA0900545
RELAX
Lyrics by Mattic, beat by Blanka
Featuring ASM
(Chorus)
Relax
Relax your mind
(Repeat)
Yo who can be the ultimate?
I say what side is packing it?
Endure like ensure, nigga's need life packets
Full metal jackets, and ratchets
make inspector gadget go go gadget arms alarm if your charm.
Chill like the wisdom from my Grandma with holy Korans
Blood brothers make a bond edged in stone
a throne of the kingdom is his, fuck the show biz
even if most will raise a kid, television it is.
The parent of a split up home, whose the runner of the field in your dome.
Making any progress in game without a name
Jon doe identify scanning your brain.
I talk undernet the surface
The average can't word the hologram wrapping your heart like saran.
Cool like the iceman, a blizzard in hand and rupture the plan, as i see the world as a man.
Of a rare breed, indeed we planet seeds with the words that we use.
Idolize by fools swimming in ah dead pool
I clock till the better end rules like the Senate.
Nigga's think the made for the house of representatives
they prevent this, my rhymes start orange like a sun kiss but here's a twist.
Faith pulls most together just like a puzzle
Im strange, but my mouth out powers the human muzzle.
Im ah hustle, clock figures minus triggers
and sneak up and bounce on that ass just tiger
And sneak up and bounce on ass just tiger
sneak on you and bounce on that ass just like tiger
so relax
(Chorus)
Relax
Relax your mind
Relax
Relax your mind
actuel, urbain, 2000, déterminé, fx vinyle, hip-hop, poursuite, urgent, 1990, beat making, boucle, film d'action, guitare électrique, nocturne, obstiné, rigoureux, underscore, 1980, cinéma USA indépendant, clap, Etats-Unis d'Amérique, inquiétant, rythmique, bongo, fier, groovy, instrumental, rapide, sample, version alternative
