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MP3 Oh Leroy - Sounds From Da Gravelpitt
9 MP3 Songs
WORLD: World Beat, URBAN/R&B: Funk
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Music is OH LEROY''s passion! He''s created his own genre called "Figure 8 Booty Music" so that you can shake your nasty ass wherever you are!
"Sounds From Da GravelPitt" is a combination of Oh Leroy''s influences-- World Beat, Afro-Cubano, Gospel, Jazz, Salsa, Samba, Go-Go, Funk, Hip-Hop, R&B, MOR, Country, Reggae, Rock and Easy Listening... just to name a few and not necessarily in that order.
He has parlayed his illustrious career of dj''ing concerts, bar mitvah''s, and weddings into producing tracks for movies, television shows, cartoons, dvd''s, commercials, and some of the hottest acts in today''s music industry.
Rock Records is his label and Gravelpitt Studios is where
OH LEROY makes it happen!
The first track on my album is appropriately entitled Rock Star - after all, that’s what I was born to be. Additionally, Rock Star is my son’s name. That’s him on the album cover looking handsome as a muthafuka. He sings the Brrr’s and Ya ya’s in the intro of the song. Rock Star is a laid back groove that gets the party started right.
Samba ‘76 is a tribute to my days as a DJ in Washington D.C. It takes me back to when I would put two big ass speakers on the back of my pick up truck and provide the music for a Samba dance troupe in the annual Cherry Blossom parade. The bass line on this joint is funky.
Track #3 is a gospel tinged joint that pays homage to my daughter Pebbles who died Jan 5, 2004. I’ve never spoken about her death publicly. My hand trembles and my eyes fill with tears even as I am writing this portion of the liner notes. Like Outkast says; ‘I missed a lot of church so the music is often confessional…’ Check out the down home, churchified hand claps and tambourine that are the driving force of this track. I intentionally kept this album all instrumental so that artist who write could put their own lyrics to the tracks. However, I’ve included the lyrics to this song because the words are a testimony of pain and ultimately triumph. The song is entitled Pebblezzz with three (z’s) because to me my daughter ain’t dead… she’s just sleeping;
It seems
I was on top of the world
Such a beautiful baby girl
She’s worth diamonds and pearls
She’s gonna be my whole world
And it seems
Life sometimes can be real strange
If you ain’t ready for some change
I thought it was just a game
And it feels like I’m going insane
I keep telling myself
Pebblezzz we’ll never forget you
Having you here was special
Though you weren’t here for long
Your memory - I’ll keep holdin on
Never gonna let you down
You’re always gon’ be around
Never gon’ let you go
No no-no no! No no-no no-No!
Cause it seems (ooh it seems)
Can’t look at what used to be me
Ooh my reflection looks half crazy
Innocence has been set free
At least I know what love should be
Whoa! I’m so lost - don’t know where I’m at
Ooh, It seems - Well it seems
She was soo chocolate and brown
She came to put that thang down
She had no time to hang around
Now that girl is Heaven bound
Whoa! I keep telling myself
Pebblezzz we’ll never forget you
Having you here was special
Though you weren’t here for long
Your memory - I’ll keep holdin on
Never gonna let you down
You’re always gon’ be around
Never gon’ let you go
No no-no no! No no-no no-No!
And it seems (yeah yeah)
Pebblezzz was the fuckin bomb
Five months might not seem that long
But, my little girl could do no wrong
She’s the reason for this song
La de-dah La La La La-de-dah da dah
Hey! I keep telling myself-
So it seems Ooo-ooooh
I hope this song will never end
It helps me with all my pain that I’m enduring
I can sing this song, but can’t talk to my friends
Her soul, her soul I know --- will come back again - -- soon
Pebblezzz we’ll never forget you
Having you here was special
Though you weren’t here for long
Your memory - I’ll keep holdin on
Never gonna let you down
You’re always gon’ be around
Never gon’ let you go
No no-no no! No no-no no-No!
Next up---Jazz4UrAzz is a shout out to Grandpa (the man I’m named after). A complete visionary; Grandpa kept a video history of his grandkids. Every Christmas or weekend visit to his house included his Super 8 camera, the latest Jackson 5 cut and Grandpa video taping the latest dances performed by my sister Donna, my brother Marlan, my cousin’s Donald, Tony, Michael, Jimmy and Tyrone and yours truly; or for that matter anyone who wanted to get up, get down, and get funky. Ultimately, these Soul Trainesque sessions would culminate with Grandpa throwing on a Coltraine, “Bird” or Miles Davis cut, and us begging him to put the Jackson 5 back on. ‘Jazz, what the fuck is that?’ Today, I’m forever grateful to Grandpa for the introduction to jazz, and I have a complete appreciation and respect for this Black American genre of music. In fact, Jazz was the soundtrack to my last conversation with Grandpa in his basement Christmas day 2000! The horns on Jazz4UrAzz are so infectious the melody will grab you and take over your sub-conscious like a mantra: Dunh Dunh Dunh Dunh; Dunh Dunh Dunh Dunh; Dunh Dunh Dunh Dunh; Dunh Dunh, Dunh-Dunh. It’s like the Howard University Marching Band horn section at a homecoming football game- I love it! I love it!
I grew up listening to Go-Go and track 5, Lick-A-Dee-Split is Go-Go at it’s finest. From Chuck Brown to Rare Essence, EU to Trouble Funk, Pump Blenders to Ayre Raid, Redd’s & The Boys to Little Benny & the Masters, Junkyard to Backyard, Subtle Thoughts to Familiar Faces etc; when I hear Lick-A-Dee-Split I’m at the Black Hole, Breeze’s Metro Club, the Chapter 3, Zanzibar, Takoma Station, The Classics, Anacostia park or just cruising down Georgia Avenue. The downbeat, the conga licks, and the double drum kick that are staples in Go-Go music, are all present in Lick-A-Dee-Split. Oh, and the Hook is so profane; ''If I lick-a-dee-split, you got to suck my *?x!’ and those horns are so triumphant! Come on ya’ll, that’s Go-Go at it’s finest. Umph! Umph! Umph!
And then there’s Track 6 produced, arranged, and crafted with a hypnotic, world beat, belly dance, Persian flava. The title is Booty Bounce --Beyonce get your lyrics on girl! Nuff said!
Speaking of Booty- Track 7 is an up tempo party jam for all the sista-mama-girls of the world. If you got nappy hair, real tits, stretch marks, thunder thighs, or junk in the trunk… this track is your anthem-- Whe’re Ya Hips?!
This track is such a compliment to the “real” woman that I’ve included the lyrics:
Fat from your butt, just to pucker up?
Sutured up with your pancake makeup?
Eyebrows plucked? Thighs sucked?
Breast reduc? Tummy tucked?
I like it wide as a truck!
Tae Bo? Lypo? Vomiting? No Go!
Thin Bone - Silicone? Keep it up, you’ll be alone
I’m a lion, I need dat meat.
Let me see dat back seat.
Fake tits? Make up kits?
Who gives a shit about dem zits?!
Come on Dips. Whe’re ya hips?!
(girl) I got mine.
Whe’re ya hips?!
(girl) Ain’t they fine?
Whe’re ya hips?!
(girl) U mean this kind?
I wanna hit it from behind
(girl) Just take your time.
Come on dips… whe’re ya hips?!
Ya’ll tryin 2 B small like a skinny Barbie doll?
Workin out wit a medicine ball?
Short-medium or tall
Mary can’t be shaped like Peter or Paul!
Lemon flush, Atkins, out here fastin’
Avocado mask and none of dat’s lasting.
Girl I wanna bask in dat big pretty ass then
Why you servin’ rations?
Botox, Clorox, Just 2 chase these damn jocks?
Hair weave - fake locks so U can look like Viv Fox?
What I like ain’t in a box.
Is it live or Xeroxed?!!
Treadmill, Diet Pills,
Countin points on deal-a-meal?
I like dat ass when it’s real.
Just let it be what it will.
Come on Dips. Whe’re ya hips?!
(girl) I got mine.
Whe’re ya hips?!
(girl) Ain’t they fine?
Whe’re ya hips?!
(girl) U mean this kind?
I wanna hit it from behind
(girl) Just take your time.
Come on dips… whe’re ya hips?!
We R the dips who got dem hips
Don’t dey look real fine
We’re cool, we’re kind
We’re soul sista #9
Sock it to me one mo time
Wearing a 4 when you’re really a 10
Girl don’t U know your seams R bustin?
Even with a prescription for Redux or Phen Fen,
Girl your features are still African!
Out on a date and U know you want a steak
Got your mind on some red velvet cake
Reachin ‘cross the table, pickin’ off my plate
Tryin’ 2 maintain that body By Jake
Girl U Know What I Hate?!
(girl) What?
Ordered a Salad, you ain’t a rabbit!
Let me get U some biscuits!!!
Come on Dips. Whe’re ya hips?!
(girl) I got mine.
Whe’re ya hips?!
(girl) Ain’t they fine?
Whe’re ya hips?!
(girl) U mean this kind?
I wanna hit it from behind
(girl) Just take your time.
Come on dips… whe’re ya hips?!
So, I’m in the Gravelpitt fuckin with this track on a Friday night drinking champagne and thinking about short skirts, high heels and thong panties; and Friday turns into Sunday afternoon-- funny how that happens when I’m horny in the studio and drinking champagne! I hit playback and this multi-ethnic, boogalooish, jazzy, muy caliente joint that would make Monga Santamaria, Willie Colon, Celia Cruz, Ray Boretto, Poncho Sanchez, Eddie Palmieri, Carlos Santana, Herb Albert and Tito Puento proud, has my Black ass dancing all over the studio. I’m sure it’s not just the champagne--this muthafuka is a BANGER! I come up with a title - Salsa@Noon (What else!) and track #8 was born.
And then there’s Stone Love. Originally, track #9 was entitled something sexually explicit; but after I completed the track and listened to the soothing vibes, the beautiful strings, and the contagious beat, I started to think about when I look at my son and how my heart swells to ten times it’s size --much like the Grinch on Christmas morning when he heard singing rising from Whoville even after he had stolen their gifts, and somehow Dirty Sanchez seemed like an inappropriate title for this song. Now, sex is great but that’s 5 seconds of pleasure. Love is forever and Stone Love is the greatest feeling in this universe!
Enjoy!!!
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