We had Three Six Nine
Discription
“Six Seven, Three Six Nine” is a high-energy pop-trap party anthem that blends new-school slang with old-school swagger. It takes the best parts of two generations and throws them on the same dancefloor. Heavy sub-bass, distorted 808s, and nostalgic hip-hop percussion meet modern synths and a playful rap delivery, all driving a beat that refuses to sit still.
The song is a conversation between eras. One side speaks in today’s slang, the other fires back with the language of the nineties. Instead of arguing, it turns into a celebration of how every generation ends up doing the same thing. We chase good times, we make questionable dance moves, we talk our own talk, and we all act a little ridiculous when the bass drops.
Lyrically, it is a playful back-and-forth full of jokes about aging knees, broken LimeWire downloads, TikTok trends, and the wild differences in what people call “cool.” But underneath the humor is a unifying message. Whether you say “bet” or “fo sho,” whether you swipe on a screen or rewind a mixtape with a pencil, we all want the same release. A loud night, a good beat, and a room full of people who feel it.
The track hits with a nostalgic wink and a modern punch. It is fun, fast, and built for crowds who love shouting hooks back at the stage. It brings parents, kids, uncles, cousins, and whoever else together under one truth: we all dance dumb, and that is completely fine.
Turn it up, let the eras collide, and enjoy the most chaotic generational peace treaty ever set to a sub-bass.
Lyrics
[Intro – chant / party bounce] 🎉
Hey now, what’s this new slang?
Talkin “six, seven” like it means a thang
Back in my day, we got low to the floor
Three six nine, we screamed for more
[Verse 1 – rap / playful tone] 🔥
Scrollin on your phones like you born online
Filters and slang I can’t define
Y’all got dances with names I can’t spell
While we had bass so deep it shook hotels
You call it vibin, we called it lit
You call it mid, we just called it quit
But we can still move when the drop comes in
So crank that sub til the paint chips thin
[Pre-Chorus – melodic chant / rising energy] ✨
Different words but the same old hype
Every decade’s got that Friday night
Hands up high when the beat aligns
Yeah we all chase the same good times
[Chorus – sung + chant hybrid] 🎶
You got six, seven, we had three six nine
Different numbers, same good time
Y’all got trends, we had basslines
We both get down, just different rhymes
You got six, seven, we had three six nine
Doesn’t matter what year, just press rewind
From the old school floor to the new school sign
We both dance dumb, and that’s just fine
[Verse 2 – rap / bounce groove] 💥
Gen Z say bet, we said fo sho
You FaceTime love, we said let’s go
Snap your streaks, I snap my knees
Same result, pure energy
You talk rizz, I talk game
You got playlists, I made mix tapes
And when the night gets loud and the crowd’s all wild
We both lose our minds for a little while
[Pre-Chorus – chant / stacked ad-libs] 🔊
New school, old school, same routine
Chasin dopamine in a bass machine
If the DJ spins, we’ll be just fine
Every heartbeat hits in time
[Chorus – sung / big drop] 🎤
You got six, seven, we had three six nine
Different beats, same good time
Y’all got loops, we had rhymes
Different slang, same punchline
You got six, seven, we had three six nine
Doesn’t matter the decade sign
We all chase that bass divine
Yeah, we both dance dumb, and that’s just fine
[Verse 3 – rap / nostalgic slap] 📼
Back then we burned CDs in a stack
Y’all AirDrop heat like it’s nothin to track
We had LimeWire jams that broke our PCs
You got WiFi drops that bring you to your knees
You call it ate, we called it killed it
You say no cap, we said feel it
Different slang but the same loud grin
When the whole crowd yells and the lights all spin
[Pre-Chorus – melodic lift] 🌟
Every era’s got that spark inside
Doesn’t matter what trend you ride
When the kick drum hits and the chorus climbs
Everybody moves in overtime
[Bridge – spoken groove + synth build (extended)] 🎛️
You say it’s giving retro, we say it’s a vibe
Turn that volume up, let eras collide
From cargo pants to TikTok stunts
We’re all just fools on Friday nights
Old heads, young ones, all in line
Waitin on that bass to blow our minds
Different drip but the same design
Generations mix when the beat hits right
[Final Chorus – call and response] 🙌
Say six, seven! (Six, seven!)
Say three six nine! (Three six nine!)
Different digits, same design
Just livin loud and feelin fine
Say six, seven! (Six, seven!)
Say three six nine! (Three six nine!)
We’re all just chasin that bassline
Feelin dumb, and that’s just fine
[Extended Outro – chant / crowd ad-libs] 🎧
Yeah, we both dance dumb
Oh we both dance dumb
Generations one by one
And that’s just fine
Keep that beat runnin, keep that bass aligned
Yeah, we both dance dumb
And that’s just fine
Artist Take
I made this song because I kept hearing younger folks throw around “six, seven” like it was some secret password. It cracked me up because every generation has its own magic numbers. For us it was three six nine and a bassline that shook the floor. The more I thought about it, the funnier it became. Every era has its slang, its dances, its trends, and its bad decisions on a Friday night.
What I really wanted to capture was that feeling that none of it actually separates us. Whether you grew up with mixtapes or playlists, cargo pants or TikTok fits, we all show up for the same reason. We want to feel alive when the beat drops. We want to forget everything for a few minutes. We want to act a little dumb and have it feel completely right.
This song lets two worlds meet in the same room. The old heads, the new school, the ones who burned CDs and the ones who AirDrop everything. It is all the same energy with different packaging. Once the bass hits, nobody cares what decade you came from.
That is the heartbeat of the track. Just people having fun, laughing at the differences, and realizing how similar we actually are.