旋律
歌曲有多麼清晰易記且符合明確音樂模式的旋律。通常,旋律分明的作品會擁有清晰易記的器樂或人聲主線。
原聲音質
此指標衡量一首歌曲在多大程度上依賴原聲樂器 (例如鋼琴、吉他、小提琴、鼓、薩克斯風),而非電子或數位合成音效
Valence
歌曲透過和聲與節奏所傳達的音樂積極性或情感基調。數值高通常對應快樂、興奮或愉悅感,數值低則與悲傷、憤怒或憂鬱相關。
節奏感
綜合了節拍穩定性、節奏型態與重拍強度等多重因素,以判定一首歌曲適合跳舞的程度。一首「節奏感強」的歌曲,通常具備穩定的速度、重複的音樂結構與明顯的強拍。
輕快
曲目的律動感可能受節奏快慢、音量起伏與聲譜密度所影響。較輕快的歌曲通常節奏強勁,編曲豐滿;反之,不太輕快的歌曲則可能編曲簡約、節奏較慢。
BPM84
積分
演出藝人
B.G.
演出者
詞曲
B.G.
作曲家
Mannie Fresh
作曲家
製作與工程團隊
Mannie Fresh
製作人
歌詞
I've got problems
In my fucking house
Bitch would you please
Get the fuck out
Trust these hoes, they all slick
I found out, they ain't shit
Almost was played by my main bitch
Ohh Boy, she tried to pull 1 off quick
I'm paperchasing, trying to get rich
On a 60 day tour with my clique
She hit me while I'm on the road and was like
Bae shit bad can moms spend a few nights?
I say Yeah, when its cool
But now, check what this hoe do
Slickly moving momma in my house
Cause picture the whole wild she put out
Now dat ain't even the half of it
With moms come 2 neices, 2 nephews, 2 cousins
They don' got comfortable in my shit
Children dont flush the toilet after they piss
Bitches, piles, kids, jumping and playing
Breaking lamps, wasting food and leaving stains
Mom laying in my lazy boy
Kids jamming tapes in my VCR
Flicking my TV like a light switch
God can only stop me from killing this bitch
I'm on the way back to my crib
I pull up, "this can't be where I live"
I jump out ready, to start fucking
I'm pissed off, mad and disgusted
Bitch tryna give me a excuse
It ain't nothing you can say or do
You ask could Mom stay cause it was bad...
You ain't said nothing bout cha whole fam
Look at my shit, it's fucked up
And it smell like a project cut
You ain't had the decency to clean up
You, ya ma, and children, can pack up
Please hurry before I go off
And mess around in here and catch a charge
You don showed me, you ain't shit
You showed me, a bitch gon be a bitch
Look what you don caused in my house
Before you get pistol whipped, Bitch get out!
Here's another fucked up episode
My cousin came to visit from Chicago
I ain't seen em' since we was young bucks
I turned thug, he's a wannabe but a busta
So why he down visiting, he staying wit me
I put him under surveilence learned him in a week
He don't put 100% in his hygiene
He lied and stopped bout what he doing be in the streetz
He eating, he shitting, he sleeping, all for free
He ain't cleaning behind his self, he think it's the double tree
I'm almost to the point to ask him
Whats happening? But I know, he get smart, I'ma slap him
Now I gotta leave him by his self for the weekend
I gotta fly to handle business in Cleaveland
I jet and this **** go through my phone numbers
Call em', tell him I got him a surprise party, come over
So happen that I'm finished a day early
And decide to fly back home and check on this bitch
I get down, fucked up my shit packed like a nightclub
Sofa's ripped, tape is broke and it's full of weed smokers
**** got it coming, every tooth in his mouth
I'ma knock-out, I can't believe what he did to my house
Look at this shit, Getcha lil stankin' ass kids
Ya know what im saying? Your uncle over there wearing my T-shirt
That motherfucker like what, he must be like 54' inches or something like that and I just wear a 1X, and we got Tyrone and lil Tyronisha, Thats ignorant like a Mother fucker to name that lil girl Tyronisha, and Clarence and Uncle ray, Yo lil brothers and all that shit let em' get the fuck up outta here, fucking up everything...Ya know what im saying? The only thing yall motherfuckers brung here was a old VCR the one that pop up, one of them old motherfuckers get yall old ass VCR and get the fuck up outta here, and Bitch you turned my draws pink now getcha funky ass outta here...Bizzznitchh!
Written by: B.G., Mannie Fresh

