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Born and raised in Baltimore,Maryland B.Rich has always been known for his creativity. Emerging on the scene in 2003 signing to Atlantic Records with his smash single "Whoa Now" The Jefferson's song. He then moved on to become a solid independent artist touring in over 20 markets nationally. He has worked with Ea Sports, movie soundtracks, and has been in every music publication there is. After his sophomore release "Born Rich" he continued to work hard on his craft successfully releasing a compilation album called "The Wire Soundtrack" and a solo project titled "Driven". No matter the circumstances or label situation, B.Rich makes a incredible album every year. His imagination and hard work allowed him to venture into other aspects of entertainment helping to start a film company called Skoolas B.Rich recently took a breif absence from music and entertainment to help his mother deal with a rare nerve disease they are still fighting. In between taking care of his mother and running his businesses he recorded a body of work he calls "Traffic Art." The album is named Traffic because thats where most of the writing was done in the car back in forth from Atlanta where he lives now to Baltimore to care for his ailing mom. He would travel the long trip for 10 hours and when he got home he had songs written in his head. B.Rich would then go from the hospital straight to the studio back to the hospital sometimes not even going home at all. The album has its energetic songs and for the most part has true emotions and feelings. Schueduled to be released in 2010, Traffic Art is the combination of sincerity and creativity and is a hip-hop classic in the making. B.Rich is a rising star and has a promising career in the entertainment world.
Whoa Now
B-Rich Lyrics
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To the east side (We're movin' on up)
To a deluxe apartment in the sky
We're movin' on up (We're movin' on up)
To the east side (We're movin' on up)
We finally got a piece of the pie
Watch these grown men get it, know fo' sho'
You see the boy at the bar wit the glass so tall
When I'm done baby dogg I'ma show you Baltimore
Right now we gon' party, Bacardi give me some more
It's off the rack the club packed, I'm two-cut like two doors
Of course I do my two-step, I give 'em too much
I mustered up bad, I drop ashes in my cup
I had enough they throwin' bows, see they swingin and shit
I got my arm around this smut dame, puttin' in work
Before we merk I got to book somethin'
So baby stop frontin'
I got the drink and the smoke
Ain't got to buy nothin'
Not bluffin, it's goin' down understand me
I like my birds nasty, I burst in them cashmeres
Everything, and you know what I came for
Right now it's goin' down, let me on the dance floor
Whoa now, that's what the old heads say
I party like it's my birthday, drinkin and still thirsty
Whoa now, shorty give me what you got
The spot kinda live and I see you gettin hot
Whoa now, that's what the old heads say
I party like it's my birthday, drinkin and still thirsty
Whoa now, shorty give me what you got
The spot kinda live and I see you gettin hot
I came to shake a load off, so take your coat off
Mixed drinks what you think, OJ and Smirnoff
I sip it all - hey, what can I say
See I just got paid so I'm feelin' the swig and I'm tryin' get laid
I'm buyin' drinks and they love it
Divas growin' cheaper
Gucci bag Gucci bucket
Takin' shots from my cousin
He don' know how to act
Came straight out the woods
And the club wit a sack
Like what you know no good
But I know I pimp nasty
Sneakers is off the meter
You can't help wit the clap
Can't help but the boogie
Get loose but don't push me
We came so deep
And we're all wearin' hoodies
All my eighty-dime soldiers
What you doin' tonight
Now, put yo eight-dimes up
You made enough for the night
Let's take a break
Let's spend some cake
You ain't enjoyin' your life
Yo, we been workin' all week
So we gon' do it tonight
Come on
Whoa now, that's what the old heads say
I party like it's my birthday, drinkin and still thirsty
Whoa now, shorty give me what you got
The spot kinda live and I see you gettin hot
All my east-side boys put ya guns up
Pull out the knife cuz we gon' party till the law comes
Them boys yellin' where they from, I represent too
They throwin gang signs; see, I'm throwin' W's (Westside)
I'm screamin 80 dimes, I swear to God it's goin down
I don't remember where I parked, and I'm stuck in town
One night in Baltimore
I bet ya never leave
My boy I know I can't help it but to love these streets
C'mon (We finally got a-)
C'mon, c'mon (We finally-)
C'mon, whoa now (We finally got a piece of the-)
C'mon, c'mon, whoa now (We finally-)
Whoa now (We finally-)
C'mon, c'mon, whoa now (We-we finally got a piece of the pie)
That's what the old heads say
I party like it's my birthday
Drinkin' and still thirsty
Whoa now, that's what the old heads say
I party like it's my birthday, drinkin and still thirsty
Whoa now, shorty give me what you got
The spot kinda live and I see you gettin hot
The lyrics to B-Rich's song Whoa Now tell a story of a carefree night out on the town, where the rapper and his crew are celebrating their success by moving on up to a deluxe apartment in the east side. The lyrics speak of partying, drinking, and having a good time, while also referencing gun violence and gang signs. The chorus hears B-Rich reminiscing over what's known as “old heads”. B-Rich says that he parties like it's his birthday no matter what age he is.
B-Rich starts the first verse by encouraging people to get off the wall and dance. The rapper then talks about how he is at a bar and will show someone a good time. He also mentions that he is feeling good and has had enough to drink, and that he is now just trying to have a good time. The bridge mentions how old heads would say “Whoa Now”. B-Rich responds that he is still thirsty and he wants more.
The second verse mentions how B-Rich wants to take his coat off and party. He also says that he is buying drinks for people and that they are loving it. B-Rich then talks about his footwear and the fact that he is wearing a hoodie. He also shouts out to his 80 dime soldiers and tells them how they should enjoy life because they have been working all week. The bridge to the second verse repeats the first bridge while the chorus repeats twice more.
Line by Line Meaning
We're movin' on up
To the east side (We're movin' on up)
To a deluxe apartment in the sky
We're movin' on up (We're movin' on up)
To the east side (We're movin' on up)
We finally got a piece of the pie
We're improving our status by moving up in the world and finally enjoying the luxuries of life that we've worked hard for.
Watch these grown men get it, know fo' sho'
Yo, get your back up off the wall and get your feet on the floor
You see the boy at the bar wit the glass so tall
When I'm done baby dogg I'ma show you Baltimore
Right now we gon' party, Bacardi give me some more
It's off the rack the club packed, I'm two-cut like two doors
Of course I do my two-step, I give 'em too much
I mustered up bad, I drop ashes in my cup
I had enough they throwin' bows, see they swingin and shit
I got my arm around this smut dame, puttin' in work
Before we merk I got to book somethin'
So baby stop frontin'
I got the drink and the smoke
Ain't got to buy nothin'
Not bluffin, it's goin' down understand me
I like my birds nasty, I burst in them cashmeres
Everything, and you know what I came for
Right now it's goin' down, let me on the dance floor
We are living in the moment, dancing, drinking, and partying while trying to pick up girls. We are enjoying the club scene to the fullest, ready to indulge in everything the night has to offer.
Whoa now, that's what the old heads say
I party like it's my birthday, drinkin and still thirsty
Whoa now, shorty give me what you got
The spot kinda live and I see you gettin hot
We are having a great time partying, and we want to experience all that the night has to offer. We are interested in shorties who are also having fun and enjoying the party atmosphere.
I came to shake a load off, so take your coat off
Mixed drinks what you think, OJ and Smirnoff
I sip it all - hey, what can I say
See I just got paid so I'm feelin' the swig and I'm tryin' get laid
I'm buyin' drinks and they love it
Divas growin' cheaper
Gucci bag Gucci bucket
Takin' shots from my cousin
He don' know how to act
Came straight out the woods
And the club wit a sack
Like what you know no good
But I know I pimp nasty
Sneakers is off the meter
You can't help wit the clap
Can't help but the boogie
Get loose but don't push me
We came so deep
And we're all wearin' hoodies
All my eighty-dime soldiers
What you doin' tonight
Now, put yo eight-dimes up
You made enough for the night
Let's take a break
Let's spend some cake
You ain't enjoyin' your life
Yo, we been workin' all week
So we gon' do it tonight
Come on
We are living a lavish lifestyle and enjoying it to the fullest. We are having fun buying drinks for ladies and dancing to the music. We are street-smart and have come to the club with our friends who also know how to have a good time.
All my east-side boys put ya guns up
Pull out the knife cuz we gon' party till the law comes
Them boys yellin' where they from, I represent too
They throwin gang signs; see, I'm throwin' W's (Westside)
I'm screamin 80 dimes, I swear to God it's goin down
I don't remember where I parked, and I'm stuck in town
One night in Baltimore
I bet ya never leave
My boy I know I can't help it but to love these streets
C'mon (We finally got a-)
C'mon, c'mon (We finally-)
C'mon, whoa now (We finally got a piece of the-)
C'mon, c'mon, whoa now (We finally-)
Whoa now (We finally-)
C'mon, c'mon, whoa now (We-we finally got a piece of the pie)
That's what the old heads say
I party like it's my birthday
Drinkin' and still thirsty
We are from the east side, and we are tough individuals who are not afraid to party hard. We represent our street with pride and celebrate our community. We are having a great time and enjoy our surroundings, even if we may not remember everything in the morning.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: B RICH, JANET DUBOIS, JEFF BARRY
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