Dinninit
Lyrics
Now, where the ladies at? Yo, we're chillin' over here And all the fellas, the fellas? Takin' over this year I heard the party's round here, right? You know that's right Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, heyfull lyrics...
Features Of This Song
east coast rap rootsjazz influences
a knack for catchy hooks
danceable beats
use of call-and-response vocals
upbeat lyrics
party rhymes
the use of chordal patterning
a tight kick sound
a slow moving bass line
subtle use of electric keys
use of electric pianos
a dry recording sound
radio friendly stylings
dominant rap hooks
lyrics by a rap icon
production by a famous producer
These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey Now, where the ladies at? Yo, we're chillin' over here And all the fellas, the fellas? Takin' over this year Take a walk down to D dot C So, um, you best ta check and hear what we got to say Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey Stakes is high but we gonna try to have fun this year The war's tuggin' and ain't no druggin', my credit's a gain And all the fellas, fellas? Takin' over this year I be spendin on wall street and buyin' boardwalk And all the fellas, the fellas? Takin' over this year Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey And all the fellas, the fellas? Takin' over this year I heard the party's round here, right? You know that's right While you searchin' for some trick to put the shit in her name Songwriters: Xavier Hargrove, Milt Jackson, David Jolicoeur, Vincent Mason, Kelvin Mercer I heard the party's round here, right? You know that's right J.D. Dove plays the wall as Kenny Cal spurts words Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey Now, where the ladies at? Yo, we're chillin' over here But others on without them being pawns in this game Peace, Mr. War, I'm seein' all dimensions Now if you came to fight, you might get that head flown I heard the party's round here, right? You know that's right Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey By the one and only, Maseo Plug Third And all the fellas, the fellas? Takin' over this year Soon comin' but now it's time to kick the fun in Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey Publishers: DAISY AGE MUSIC, WARNER-TAMERLANE PUBLISHING CORP Battin' eyes at Toni Braxton and I bought her a fur Now, where the ladies at? Yo, we're chillin' over here Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey ... Before there were guns, there was native tongues on these plains Now I'm hittin' Whitney Houston, oh, she bought me a fur? And not dope meaning weed but dope meaning And all the fellas, the fellas? Takin' over this year Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey So check the way my mind moves over times and grooves Schoolly D like family reunions, midday may, it's all lovin' It's so real when we come through Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey Now, where the ladies at? Yo, we're chillin' over here And a number to a crew of dope girls from the woods Got some money to blow, wonder why wanna know I'm pourin' out these rhymes for them kids who ain't here Like them west coast kids who be throwin' up signs Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey Sunshine be on my sidewalk when I come through Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey Now if you came to party just let it be known Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey Heard I'm sexin' sade and I bought her a fur Now, where the ladies at? Yo, we're chillin' over here Now, where the ladies at? Yo, we're chillin' over here I heard the party's round here, right? You know that's right Dodging problems of the world, drawn out in white chalk But unlike your eye extensions, my vision don't blur I heard the party's round here, right? You know that's right 'What', 'When' and 'Word's, where the gossip occur Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey Far-fetched like glass teks and Kiddie Rolex I heard the party's round here, right? You know that's right I hate a buster unless his name is Busta Rhymes 'Cause a pawn in this game is left with no game to play Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey


