2006
Bonus Track
Beat-Maker-Beat Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, and another one
What up, New York (Bougie Beats gon' bang!)
Groovy (Groovy, groovy)
We gon' make another movie (Movie)
I'm in a drop, and I'm whipping like a smoothie (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You ain't hip to the groovy
Baddie with me (Baddie with, baddie with)
And she grippin' on the toolie (Toolie, yeah )
Dior, Fendi, Gucci, Prada (Gucci, Prada)
Don't make me call armada
I'm in the streets on Stradas, uh (I'm in the streets, streets, streets)
Empty the clip, Forgiatos on the whip (What, what!)
Run up on me, goofy boy get hit (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Flexing with the gang, you know we tough (Flexing with the gang, you know we tough)
And I keep that tool, you know it's tucked (And I keep that tool, you know it's tucked)
Blessings coming through, can't get enough
Praying, boy you know I can't be stuck (Every day you know I gotta pray)
I just called up Bougie for a play (Go, go, go!)
And he got it, yeah it's on the way (And he got it, yeah it's on the way)
Try me and we leave you in a grave (Try me and we leave you in a grave)
Every night I gotta say my grace (Every night I gotta say my grace)
So I'm riding downtown, dawg, gotta make it safe (Go, go, go!)
You ain't with me then I don't know, can't be with the gang (Ah, what, what!)
Every time you see me, new show, gotta move away (Bougie, Bougie!)
And we got them chips on our shoulder, yeah like Frito Lay (Yeah like Frito Lay!)
Groovy (Groovy, groovy)
We gon' make another movie (Movie)
I'm in a drop, and I'm whipping like a smoothie (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Sue me, (Uh, yeah)
You ain't hip to the groovy
Baddie with me (Baddie with, baddie with)
And she grippin' on the toolie (Toolie, yeah )
Dior, Fendi, Gucci, Prada (Gucci, Prada)
Don't make me call armada
I'm in the streets on Stradas, uh (I'm in the streets, streets, streets)
Empty the clip, Forgiatos on the whip (What, what!)
Run up on me, goofy boy get hit (Yeah, Present)
I'm i the stu' and we making it happen
I just left the church, boy I used to be trappin' (I used to be trappin)
Don't call me a Christian, boy
Lil' boy I never been Catholic
Put that on my momma that we can turn savage (Boom, boom, boom boom!)
My brothers shoot like the Mavericks
Dairy and veggies for me, broccoli and cheese
I need the cabbage (Let's go)
When I'm in need for beats then I'm hitting up Bougie
I stand on my word because that be the toolie
I pray to God he don't sue me
'Cause I'm watching him work like a movie (Huh, huh, huh?)
He on the beat then it's sick (Sick!)
NBA number one pick (Pick!)
ATL to the NY, that's why we cold like a brick, brick, bricks
(Sheesh!)
In the opening lines of the song "Bonus Track" by Beat-Maker-Beat, the artist sets the energetic and swagger-filled tone with repeated exclamations of "Yeah" and "Another one," immediately capturing the listener's attention. The mention of New York and the shoutout to Bougie Beats further solidify the urban and hip-hop vibes of the track. The artist expresses a sense of confidence and style, comparing his smooth movements in a drop-top car to a "smoothie" and referencing luxury brands like Dior, Fendi, Gucci, and Prada. The inclusion of the term "baddie" and the mention of carrying a "toolie" add a layer of streetwise attitude to the lyrics.
As the song progresses, the artist delves into themes of loyalty, toughness, and gratitude for blessings. There's a sense of camaraderie and strength in lines like "Flexing with the gang, you know we tough" and "And I keep that tool, you know it's tucked," portraying a sense of unity and readiness to defend oneself or one's crew. The artist also emphasizes the importance of spirituality and staying grounded, highlighting the act of prayer as a daily ritual. The lyrics showcase a duality of roughness and reverence, blending street savvy with a deeper sense of faith and humility.
The refrain of "Groovy, groovy, we gon' make another movie" reinforces the idea of constantly moving forward and creating new experiences. The artist paints a picture of a dynamic lifestyle filled with action and excitement, symbolized by the fast pace of a movie. The references to being in the streets and emptying clips on the whip add a layer of intensity and grit to the lyrics. Additionally, the artist alludes to potential conflict or repercussions, warning against crossing him or his crew with lines like "Try me and we leave you in a grave." This adds a sense of tension and danger to the narrative of the song.
In the final verse, the artist reflects on personal growth and transformation, juxtaposing his past life of trapping with his present focus on music and spirituality. There's a sense of redemption and evolution in lines like "I just left the church, boy I used to be trappin'," indicating a positive shift in priorities and lifestyle. The artist also showcases his loyalty to his craft and his collaborators, mentioning his reliance on Bougie for beats and emphasizing the importance of integrity and prayer. The mention of NBA references and geographical locations like ATL and NY further solidify the artist's urban identity and regional pride. Overall, "Bonus Track" by Beat-Maker-Beat combines themes of resilience, loyalty, and self-improvement with a gritty, street-wise aesthetic, creating a dynamic and engaging narrative for listeners.
Line by Line Meaning
Groovy
Feeling good and in tune with the vibe
We gon' make another movie
We are about to create something special
I'm in a drop, and I'm whipping like a smoothie
I'm cruising in a nice car and driving smoothly
Sue me
Challenge me if you dare
You ain't hip to the groovy
You don't understand the good vibes
Baddie with me
I have an attractive person with me
And she grippin' on the toolie
And she's holding onto a weapon
Dior, Fendi, Gucci, Prada
Luxury designer brands
Don't make me call armada
I have influential connections
I'm in the streets on Stradas
I'm out in the streets
Empty the clip, Forgiatos on the whip
Shoot all the bullets, expensive rims on the car
Run up on me, goofy boy get hit
If you approach me aggressively, you will be harmed
Flexing with the gang, you know we tough
Showing off with my crew, we are formidable
And I keep that tool, you know it's tucked
I carry a weapon for protection
Blessings coming through, can't get enough
I appreciate the good things in my life
Praying, boy you know I can't be stuck
I rely on prayer to keep me moving forward
I just called up Bougie for a play
I contacted my friend Bougie for a plan
And he got it, yeah it's on the way
He agreed to help, it's in progress
Try me and we leave you in a grave
Don't provoke me or you'll face consequences
Every night I gotta say my grace
I express gratitude before bed
So I'm riding downtown, dawg, gotta make it safe
I'm driving downtown with caution
You ain't with me then I don't know, can't be with the gang
If you're not supportive, you can't join us
Every time you see me, new show, gotta move away
Whenever you see me, something new is happening
And we got them chips on our shoulder, yeah like Frito Lay
We are carrying a grudge like a bag of chips
I'm in the stu' and we making it happen
I'm in the studio creating music
I just left the church, boy I used to be trappin'
I've transitioned from a risky lifestyle
Don't call me a Christian, boy
Don't label me based on religion
Put that on my momma that we can turn savage
I promise we can be ruthless if necessary
My brothers shoot like the Mavericks
My friends are precise and skilled with weapons
Dairy and veggies for me, broccoli and cheese
I prefer healthy foods like vegetables
I need the cabbage
I require money and success
When I'm in need for beats then I'm hitting up Bougie
When I need music, I call Bougie
I stand on my word because that be the toolie
I am true to my promises due to my weapon
I pray to God he don't sue me
I hope God doesn't hold me accountable
'Cause I'm watching him work like a movie
I observe God's actions like a film
He on the beat then it's sick
His music production skills are impressive
NBA number one pick
He is the best in the game
ATL to the NY, that's why we cold like a brick, brick, bricks
From Atlanta to New York, we are tough
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Written by: Jamaar Tremayne, Jamil Beauge Jr
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
sk benc
2011-2012 those were the best trap years i miss this old shit damn
CFT
Still one of the hardest beats
Joe Joe
Shoutout to the ones who listened to it on the actual mixtape when it dropped.
BasicHaddock4
We need this trap sound back 🔥🔥
50Cal Beats
The people need old trap beats back
Dave2BeLegend
At least someone like you agrees with me. "Trap" beats nowadays are garbage & ain't even considered as "trap"
Cole Davidson
Been playing this shit since the mixtape dropped
FlackoProductions
Hardest beat ever.
ALCINDOR BRITT
This shit still bang to this day
808 plug
LIT !! SOUTHSIDE BOSS