[{"id":17628808,"name":"2Pac - Picture Me Rollin","trackName":"2Pac - Picture Me Rollin","artistName":"2Pac -","albumName":"Picture Me Rollin (Single)","duration":310.390125,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, clear enough for ya? (alright)\nMy niggas look mad\nY'all supposed to be happy I'm free!\nY'all niggas look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail\nHo bustas!\n\nPicture me rollin' in my 500 Benz\nI got no love for these niggas, there's no need to be friends\nThey got me under surveillance\nThat's what somebody be tellin'\n\"Know there's dope bein' sold,\" but I ain't the one sellin'\nDon't want to be another number\nI gotta puff a gang of weed to keep from goin' under\nThe federales wanna see me dead\nNiggas put prices on my head\nNow I got two Rottweilers by my bed, I feed 'em lead\nNow I'm released, how will I live?\nWill God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids?\nOne life to live, it's so hard to be positive\nWhen niggas shootin' at your crib\nMama, I'm still thuggin', the world is a war zone\nMy homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong\nFull grown, finally a man, just schemin' on ways\nTo put some green inside the palms of my empty hands\nJust picture me rollin'\nFlossin' a Benz on rims that isn't stolen\nMy dreams is censored, my hopes are gone\nI'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone\nMy nerves is wrecked, heart beatin'\nAnd my hands are swollen\nThinkin' of the G's I'll be holdin'; picture me rollin'\n\nPicture me rollin'\nPicture me rollin'\nPicture me, picture me rollin'\nPicture me rollin'\nOoh wee\n\nCan you see me now?\nMove to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture\nCan you see it?\nPicture me rollin'\nYeah, nigga!\nAye, but peep how my nigga Syke do it to you\nGuess who's back?\n\nI got ki's comin' from overseas\nCost a nigga 200 G's\nI'm a street commando, Nino for example\nThis lavish lifestyle is hard to handle\nSo I got to floss 'cause I'm more like a boss player\nThug, branded to be a women-layer\nSo many player haters, imitators steady swangin'\nMake me wanna start back bangin'\nSo I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed\nPackin' 40 Glocks, contain 'em or rearrange\nAll that jealousy and envy comin' from my enemies\nWhile I'm sippin' on Rémy\nIn front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam\n'96 big body, sittin' on chrome\nAs we head up out the zone, stone-facin' is on\nYou can admire, but don't look too long\nI'm livin' a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin'\nIt's hard to imagine, picture me rollin'\n\nPicture me rollin'\nPicture, picture me rollin'\nPicture me rollin'\nPicture me rollin'\nPicture me\n\nI gots to get the fuck up in it, formulate a caper\n'Cause a nigga straight sufferin' from lack of havin' paper\nMy bitch fin' to have a bastard, see?\nSo I needs to hit a lick, drastically\nI see some ballin'-ass niggas, and they slippin' in my spot\nAnd, uh, diggin' the plots (so what?)\nCheckin' in the park, 'Pac\n\nWe caught him sleepin'\nHe didn't peep you niggas creepin'?\nThis how we do it every weekend\nI dump for madness, it's time to count the profit\nCPO, you got the bomb spot\nNigga, time to clock it\nI get the liquor, and you can get the females\nThis crooked shit that we inflictin', gettin' street sales\n\nMove smooth as a motherfucker, me and my 9\nI'm cool as a motherfucker, I'ma get mine\nNow we satisfied, got the pockets on swoll\nBoss Hogg and this 'Pac nigga, picture us rollin'\n\nPicture me rollin'\nPicture me\nPicture me rollin'\nPicture me rollin'\n\nIs y'all ready for me?\nPicture me rollin' roll call\nYou know there's some muh'fuckers out there\nI just could not forget about\nI wanna make sure they can see me\nNumber one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities\nAll you bitch-ass CO's\nCan you niggas see me from there?\nBallin' on y'all punk-ass!\nPicture me rollin', baby!\nYeah, all them niggas up in them cell blocks\nI told y'all niggas when I come home it's on\nThat's right, nigga, picture me rollin'\nOh, I forgot! The DA\nYeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court\nCan the ho see me from here?\nCan you see me, ho? Picture me rollin'\nAnd all you punk police, can you see me?\nAm I clear to you?\nPicture me rollin', nigga, legit\nFree like O.J. all day, you can't stop me\nYou know I got my niggas up in this motherfucker\nManute, Pain, Syke, Bogart, Mopreme\nIt's sad, dog, can you picture us rollin'?\nCan you see me, ho?\nIs y'all ready for me? We up out this bitch\nAny time y'all wanna see me again\nRewind this track right here\nClose your eyes and picture me rollin'","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 2Pac - Picture Me Rollin\n  artist: 2Pac -\n  album: Picture Me Rollin (Single)\n  duration_ms: 310390\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, clear enough for ya? (alright)\n  My niggas look mad\n  Y'all supposed to be happy I'm free!\n  Y'all niggas look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail\n  Ho bustas!\n\n  Picture me rollin' in my 500 Benz\n  I got no love for these niggas, there's no need to be friends\n  They got me under surveillance\n  That's what somebody be tellin'\n  \"Know there's dope bein' sold,\" but I ain't the one sellin'\n  Don't want to be another number\n  I gotta puff a gang of weed to keep from goin' under\n  The federales wanna see me dead\n  Niggas put prices on my head\n  Now I got two Rottweilers by my bed, I feed 'em lead\n  Now I'm released, how will I live?\n  Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids?\n  One life to live, it's so hard to be positive\n  When niggas shootin' at your crib\n  Mama, I'm still thuggin', the world is a war zone\n  My homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong\n  Full grown, finally a man, just schemin' on ways\n  To put some green inside the palms of my empty hands\n  Just picture me rollin'\n  Flossin' a Benz on rims that isn't stolen\n  My dreams is censored, my hopes are gone\n  I'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone\n  My nerves is wrecked, heart beatin'\n  And my hands are swollen\n  Thinkin' of the G's I'll be holdin'; picture me rollin'\n\n  Picture me rollin'\n  Picture me rollin'\n  Picture me, picture me rollin'\n  Picture me rollin'\n  Ooh wee\n\n  Can you see me now?\n  Move to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture\n  Can you see it?\n  Picture me rollin'\n  Yeah, nigga!\n  Aye, but peep how my nigga Syke do it to you\n  Guess who's back?\n\n  I got ki's comin' from overseas\n  Cost a nigga 200 G's\n  I'm a street commando, Nino for example\n  This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle\n  So I got to floss 'cause I'm more like a boss player\n  Thug, branded to be a women-layer\n  So many player haters, imitators steady swangin'\n  Make me wanna start back bangin'\n  So I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed\n  Packin' 40 Glocks, contain 'em or rearrange\n  All that jealousy and envy comin' from my enemies\n  While I'm sippin' on Rémy\n  In front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam\n  '96 big body, sittin' on chrome\n  As we head up out the zone, stone-facin' is on\n  You can admire, but don't look too long\n  I'm livin' a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin'\n  It's hard to imagine, picture me rollin'\n\n  Picture me rollin'\n  Picture, picture me rollin'\n  Picture me rollin'\n  Picture me rollin'\n  Picture me\n\n  I gots to get the fuck up in it, formulate a caper\n  'Cause a nigga straight sufferin' from lack of havin' paper\n  My bitch fin' to have a bastard, see?\n  So I needs to hit a lick, drastically\n  I see some ballin'-ass niggas, and they slippin' in my spot\n  And, uh, diggin' the plots (so what?)\n  Checkin' in the park, 'Pac\n\n  We caught him sleepin'\n  He didn't peep you niggas creepin'?\n  This how we do it every weekend\n  I dump for madness, it's time to count the profit\n  CPO, you got the bomb spot\n  Nigga, time to clock it\n  I get the liquor, and you can get the females\n  This crooked shit that we inflictin', gettin' street sales\n\n  Move smooth as a motherfucker, me and my 9\n  I'm cool as a motherfucker, I'ma get mine\n  Now we satisfied, got the pockets on swoll\n  Boss Hogg and this 'Pac nigga, picture us rollin'\n\n  Picture me rollin'\n  Picture me\n  Picture me rollin'\n  Picture me rollin'\n\n  Is y'all ready for me?\n  Picture me rollin' roll call\n  You know there's some muh'fuckers out there\n  I just could not forget about\n  I wanna make sure they can see me\n  Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities\n  All you bitch-ass CO's\n  Can you niggas see me from there?\n  Ballin' on y'all punk-ass!\n  Picture me rollin', baby!\n  Yeah, all them niggas up in them cell blocks\n  I told y'all niggas when I come home it's on\n  That's right, nigga, picture me rollin'\n  Oh, I forgot! The DA\n  Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court\n  Can the ho see me from here?\n  Can you see me, ho? Picture me rollin'\n  And all you punk police, can you see me?\n  Am I clear to you?\n  Picture me rollin', nigga, legit\n  Free like O.J. all day, you can't stop me\n  You know I got my niggas up in this motherfucker\n  Manute, Pain, Syke, Bogart, Mopreme\n  It's sad, dog, can you picture us rollin'?\n  Can you see me, ho?\n  Is y'all ready for me? We up out this bitch\n  Any time y'all wanna see me again\n  Rewind this track right here\n  Close your eyes and picture me rollin'\n"},{"id":28305924,"name":"Picture Me Rollin'-2pac","trackName":"Picture Me Rollin'-2pac","artistName":"2pac","albumName":"All Eyez On Me","duration":315.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, clear enough for ya.\nWhy niggas look mad.\ny'all supposed to be happy I'm free.\nY'all look like you wanted me to stay in jail\nOld busters.\n\nPicture me rollin' in my 500 benz.\nI got no love for these niggas,\nThere's no need to be friends.\nThey got me under survailance.\nThat's what somebody be tellin' me.\nKnown as don't be insulted(?).\nbut I ain't the one tellin'.\nDon't want to be another number.\nI got a fuckin' gang of weed to keep from goin under.\nThe fedarones(?) wanna see me dead.\nNiggas put prices on my head.\nNow I got 2 rottwillers by me bed.\nI feed em lead.\nNow on release.\nHow will I live?\nWill God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did?\nTo feed kids.\nOne life to live.\nIt's so hard to be positive\nWhen niggas shootin at your crib.\nMama, I'm still thuggin'\nThe world is a war zone.\nMy homies is inmates\nAnd most of them dead grown\nFull grown, finally a man\nJust sceamin on ways to put some green inside the palms\nOf my empty hands.\nJust picture me rollin'.\nFlossin a benz on rims that isn't stolen.\nMy dreams is scensored.\nMy hopes are gone.\nI'm like a fiend that finally see when all the dope is gone.\nMy nerves is wrecked.\nHeart beatin' and my hands is swollen.\nThinkin of the G's I'll be holdin.\nPicture me rollin.\nCan you see me now\nMove to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture\nCan you see it?\nPictue me rollin.\nYeah nigga\nEh, but picture how my nigga Sak duke do it.\nGuess who's back?\n\nI got keys comin from overseas.\nCost a nigga 200 G's.\nI'm a street comando.\nNino for example.\nThis lavish lifestyle is hard to handle.\nSo I got to floss cuz I'm rollin like a boss playa.\nThug granted to be a women layer\nSo mny playa haters, imitaters steady swangin.\nMake me wanna start bank bangin.\nSo I'm caught up in the game.\nLet's go change.\nPackin 40 glocks.\nContain or rearrange.\nAll that jealousy and envy comin from my enemies\nWhile I'm sippin on green leaves(?)\nIn front of black lexuses, chevies on the roam.\n96 big bodies sittin on chrome\nAs we head up out the zone,\nStone facing is on.\nLooking at mine but don't look too long.\nI'm livin a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin.\nIt's hard to imagine.\nPicture me rollin.\n\nI gots to get the fuck up in.\nGoin to lay a caper.\nCuz a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper.\nMy bitch fin to have a bastard, see?\nSo I need to hit a lick, drastically.\nI see some bald head ass niggas and they slippin in my spot\nAnd, uh, diggin in the pots.\nCheck in the park, Pac.\n\nWe caught em sleepin.\nWe didn't think you niggas creepin.\nThis how we do it every weekend\nAnd I dump for madness(?)\nIt's time to count the profit.\nCPO, we got the bomb spot.\nNigga, time to clock it.\nI get the liquor and you could get the females.\nThis crooked shit can reinflict and get the street sales.\n\nMove smooth as a mother fucker, me and my 9.\nI'm cool as a mother fucker, I'm a get mine.\nNow we satisfied.\nGot the pockets on swollen.\nBoss hog and this Pac nigga.\nPicture us rollin.\n\nHeh, heh, heh.\nY'all ready for me?\nPicture me rollin roll call.\nYou know there's some mother fuckers out there\nI just could not forget about.\nI wanna make sure they can see me.\nNumber one on my list: Clinton Correctional Faciluties,\nAll you bitch asses.\nCan you niggas see me from there?\nBallin on all y'all punk ass.\nHeh, ha ha!\nPicture me rollin, baby.\nYeah, all you niggas up in them cell blocks,\nI told yall niggas when I come home it's on.\nThat's right nigga, picture me rollin\nOh, I forgot... the DA(district attorney)\nYeah, that bitch had alot to talk about in court.\nCan the ho see me from here?\nCan you see me, ho?\nPicture me rollin'.\nAnd all you punk police, can you see me?\nAm I clear to you?\nPicture me rollin' nigga, legit.\nFree like OJ all day\nYou can't stop me.\nYou know I got my niggas up in this mother fucker.\nNoope,?, Syke, Rollcall, Mopreme\nCan you picture us rollin?\nCan you see me ho?\nIs y'all ready for me .\nWe up out this bitch.\nAny time y'all wanna see me again,\nRewind this track right here, close your eyes\nAnd picture me rollin.","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.59] Yeah, clear enough for ya.\n[00:10.89] Why niggas look mad.\n[00:12.63] Y'all supposed to be happy I'm free.\n[00:14.40] Y'all look like you wanted me to stay in jail\n[00:18.06] Old busters.\n[00:19.99] Picture me rollin' in my 500 benz.\n[00:22.57] I got no love for these niggas,\n[00:23.59] There's no need to be friends.\n[00:25.34] They got me under survailance.\n[00:26.20] That's what somebody be tellin' me.\n[00:28.11] Known as don't be insulted(?).\n[00:29.09] But I ain't the one tellin'.\n[00:30.71] Don't want to be another number.\n[00:31.62] I got a fuckin' gang of weed to keep from goin under.\n[00:34.30] The fedarones(?) wanna see me dead.\n[00:36.24] Niggas put prices on my head.\n[00:37.96] Now I got 2 rottwillers by me bed.\n[00:39.70] I feed em lead.\n[00:40.62] Now on release.\n[00:41.52] How will I live?\n[00:42.55] Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did?\n[00:45.22] To feed kids.\n[00:46.16] One life to live.\n[00:47.00] It's so hard to be positive\n[00:47.89] When niggas shootin at your crib.\n[00:50.65] Mama, I'm still thuggin'\n[00:51.58] The world is a war zone.\n[00:53.39] My homies is inmates\n[00:54.15] And most of them dead grown\n[00:56.04] Full grown, finally a man\n[00:56.84] Just sceamin on ways to put some green inside the palms\n[01:00.54] Of my empty hands.\n[01:01.54] Just picture me rollin'.\n[01:02.48] Flossin a benz on rims that isn't stolen.\n[01:05.04] My dreams is scensored.\n[01:06.01] My hopes are gone.\n[01:06.97] I'm like a fiend that finally see when all the dope is gone.\n[01:09.52] My nerves is wrecked.\n[01:10.42] Heart beatin' and my hands is swollen.\n[01:12.34] Thinkin of the G's I'll be holdin.\n[01:14.26] Picture me rollin.\n[01:18.87] Can you see me now\n[01:20.69] Move to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture\n[01:23.38] Can you see it?\n[01:25.02] Pictue me rollin.\n[01:29.52] Yeah nigga\n[01:31.48] Eh, but picture how my nigga Sak duke do it.\n[01:33.28] Guess who's back?\n[01:34.90] I got keys comin from overseas.\n[01:35.80] Cost a nigga 200 G's.\n[01:40.56] I'm a street comando.\n[01:41.33] Nino for example.\n[01:43.26] This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle.\n[01:45.02] So I got to floss cuz I'm rollin like a boss playa.\n[01:47.65] Thug granted to be a women layer\n[01:49.45] So mny playa haters, imitaters steady swangin.\n[01:52.18] Make me wanna start bank bangin.\n[01:55.07] So I'm caught up in the game.\n[01:56.76] Let's go change.\n[01:57.77] Packin 40 glocks.\n[01:58.56] Contain or rearrange.\n[02:00.32] All that jealousy and envy comin from my enemies\n[02:03.11] While I'm sippin on green leaves(?)\n[02:04.85] In front of black lexuses, chevies on the roam.\n[02:07.64] 96 big bodies sittin on chrome\n[02:09.48] As we head up out the zone,\n[02:12.15] Stone facing is on.\n[02:12.99] Looking at mine but don't look too long.\n[02:14.82] I'm livin a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin.\n[02:18.38] It's hard to imagine.\n[02:19.33] Picture me rollin.\n[02:21.97] \n[02:39.28] I gots to get the fuck up in.\n[02:40.95] Goin to lay a caper.\n[02:42.83] Cuz a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper.\n[02:45.57] My bitch fin to have a bastard, see?\n[02:48.17] So I need to hit a lick, drastically.\n[02:50.95] I see some bald head ass niggas and they slippin in my spot\n[02:52.66] And, uh, diggin in the pots.\n[02:54.56] Check in the park, Pac.\n[02:56.25] We caught em sleepin.\n[02:57.16] We didn't think you niggas creepin.\n[02:58.12] This how we do it every weekend\n[02:59.99] And I dump for madness(?)\n[03:01.63] It's time to count the profit.\n[03:02.55] CPO, we got the bomb spot.\n[03:03.54] Nigga, time to clock it.\n[03:05.48] I get the liquor and you could get the females.\n[03:07.23] This crooked shit can reinflict and get the street sales.\n[03:09.92] Move smooth as a mother fucker, me and my 9.\n[03:12.54] I'm cool as a mother fucker, I'm a get mine.\n[03:15.20] Now we satisfied.\n[03:17.08] Got the pockets on swollen.\n[03:18.87] Boss hog and this Pac nigga.\n[03:20.72] Picture us rollin.\n[03:24.25] \n[03:32.43] Heh, heh, heh.\n[03:35.12] Y'all ready for me?\n[03:37.81] Picture me rollin roll call.\n[03:40.59] You know there's some mother fuckers out there\n[03:41.51] I just could not forget about.\n[03:43.23] I wanna make sure they can see me.\n[03:45.97] Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Faciluties,\n[03:48.65] All you bitch asses.\n[03:51.52] Can you niggas see me from there?\n[03:53.32] Ballin on all y'all punk ass.\n[03:55.18] Heh, ha ha!\n[03:55.99] Picture me rollin, baby.\n[03:58.80] Yeah, all you niggas up in them cell blocks,\n[04:01.53] I told yall niggas when I come home it's on.\n[04:04.26] That's right nigga, picture me rollin\n[04:10.56] Oh, I forgot... the DA(district attorney)\n[04:17.89] Yeah, that bitch had alot to talk about in court.\n[04:20.99] \n[04:23.23] Can the ho see me from here?\n[04:24.28] Can you see me, ho?\n[04:25.18] Picture me rollin'.\n[04:26.16] And all you punk police, can you see me?\n[04:27.83] Am I clear to you?\n[04:31.43] Picture me rollin' nigga, legit.\n[04:35.14] Free like OJ all day\n[04:37.07] You can't stop me.\n[04:41.55] You know I got my niggas up in this mother fucker.\n[04:43.40] Noope,?, Syke, Rollcall, Mopreme\n[04:49.78] Can you picture us rollin?\n[04:54.13] Can you see me ho?\n[04:57.87] Is y'all ready for me .\n[05:02.30] We up out this bitch.\n[05:04.17] Any time y'all wanna see me again,\n[05:07.68] Rewind this track right here, close your eyes\n[05:10.41] And picture me rollin.\n[05:11.22] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Picture Me Rollin'-2pac\n  artist: 2pac\n  album: All Eyez On Me\n  duration_ms: 315000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, clear enough for ya.\n  start_ms: 4590\n  end_ms: 10890\n- text: Why niggas look mad.\n  start_ms: 10890\n  end_ms: 12630\n- text: Y'all supposed to be happy I'm free.\n  start_ms: 12630\n  end_ms: 14400\n- text: Y'all look like you wanted me to stay in jail\n  start_ms: 14400\n  end_ms: 18060\n- text: Old busters.\n  start_ms: 18060\n  end_ms: 19990\n- text: Picture me rollin' in my 500 benz.\n  start_ms: 19990\n  end_ms: 22570\n- text: I got no love for these niggas,\n  start_ms: 22570\n  end_ms: 23590\n- text: There's no need to be friends.\n  start_ms: 23590\n  end_ms: 25340\n- text: They got me under survailance.\n  start_ms: 25340\n  end_ms: 26200\n- text: That's what somebody be tellin' me.\n  start_ms: 26200\n  end_ms: 28110\n- text: Known as don't be insulted(?).\n  start_ms: 28110\n  end_ms: 29090\n- text: But I ain't the one tellin'.\n  start_ms: 29090\n  end_ms: 30710\n- text: Don't want to be another number.\n  start_ms: 30710\n  end_ms: 31620\n- text: I got a fuckin' gang of weed to keep from goin under.\n  start_ms: 31620\n  end_ms: 34300\n- text: The fedarones(?) wanna see me dead.\n  start_ms: 34300\n  end_ms: 36240\n- text: Niggas put prices on my head.\n  start_ms: 36240\n  end_ms: 37960\n- text: Now I got 2 rottwillers by me bed.\n  start_ms: 37960\n  end_ms: 39700\n- text: I feed em lead.\n  start_ms: 39700\n  end_ms: 40620\n- text: Now on release.\n  start_ms: 40620\n  end_ms: 41520\n- text: How will I live?\n  start_ms: 41520\n  end_ms: 42550\n- text: Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did?\n  start_ms: 42550\n  end_ms: 45220\n- text: To feed kids.\n  start_ms: 45220\n  end_ms: 46160\n- text: One life to live.\n  start_ms: 46160\n  end_ms: 47000\n- text: It's so hard to be positive\n  start_ms: 47000\n  end_ms: 47890\n- text: When niggas shootin at your crib.\n  start_ms: 47890\n  end_ms: 50650\n- text: Mama, I'm still thuggin'\n  start_ms: 50650\n  end_ms: 51580\n- text: The world is a war zone.\n  start_ms: 51580\n  end_ms: 53390\n- text: My homies is inmates\n  start_ms: 53390\n  end_ms: 54150\n- text: And most of them dead grown\n  start_ms: 54150\n  end_ms: 56040\n- text: Full grown, finally a man\n  start_ms: 56040\n  end_ms: 56840\n- text: Just sceamin on ways to put some green inside the palms\n  start_ms: 56840\n  end_ms: 60540\n- text: Of my empty hands.\n  start_ms: 60540\n  end_ms: 61540\n- text: Just picture me rollin'.\n  start_ms: 61540\n  end_ms: 62480\n- text: Flossin a benz on rims that isn't stolen.\n  start_ms: 62480\n  end_ms: 65040\n- text: My dreams is scensored.\n  start_ms: 65040\n  end_ms: 66010\n- text: My hopes are gone.\n  start_ms: 66010\n  end_ms: 66970\n- text: I'm like a fiend that finally see when all the dope is gone.\n  start_ms: 66970\n  end_ms: 69520\n- text: My nerves is wrecked.\n  start_ms: 69520\n  end_ms: 70420\n- text: Heart beatin' and my hands is swollen.\n  start_ms: 70420\n  end_ms: 72340\n- text: Thinkin of the G's I'll be holdin.\n  start_ms: 72340\n  end_ms: 74260\n- text: Picture me rollin.\n  start_ms: 74260\n  end_ms: 78870\n- text: Can you see me now\n  start_ms: 78870\n  end_ms: 80690\n- text: Move to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture\n  start_ms: 80690\n  end_ms: 83380\n- text: Can you see it?\n  start_ms: 83380\n  end_ms: 85020\n- text: Pictue me rollin.\n  start_ms: 85020\n  end_ms: 89520\n- text: Yeah nigga\n  start_ms: 89520\n  end_ms: 91480\n- text: Eh, but picture how my nigga Sak duke do it.\n  start_ms: 91480\n  end_ms: 93280\n- text: Guess who's back?\n  start_ms: 93280\n  end_ms: 94900\n- text: I got keys comin from overseas.\n  start_ms: 94900\n  end_ms: 95800\n- text: Cost a nigga 200 G's.\n  start_ms: 95800\n  end_ms: 100560\n- text: I'm a street comando.\n  start_ms: 100560\n  end_ms: 101330\n- text: Nino for example.\n  start_ms: 101330\n  end_ms: 103260\n- text: This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle.\n  start_ms: 103260\n  end_ms: 105020\n- text: So I got to floss cuz I'm rollin like a boss playa.\n  start_ms: 105020\n  end_ms: 107650\n- text: Thug granted to be a women layer\n  start_ms: 107650\n  end_ms: 109450\n- text: So mny playa haters, imitaters steady swangin.\n  start_ms: 109450\n  end_ms: 112180\n- text: Make me wanna start bank bangin.\n  start_ms: 112180\n  end_ms: 115070\n- text: So I'm caught up in the game.\n  start_ms: 115070\n  end_ms: 116760\n- text: Let's go change.\n  start_ms: 116760\n  end_ms: 117770\n- text: Packin 40 glocks.\n  start_ms: 117770\n  end_ms: 118560\n- text: Contain or rearrange.\n  start_ms: 118560\n  end_ms: 120320\n- text: All that jealousy and envy comin from my enemies\n  start_ms: 120320\n  end_ms: 123110\n- text: While I'm sippin on green leaves(?)\n  start_ms: 123110\n  end_ms: 124850\n- text: In front of black lexuses, chevies on the roam.\n  start_ms: 124850\n  end_ms: 127640\n- text: 96 big bodies sittin on chrome\n  start_ms: 127640\n  end_ms: 129480\n- text: As we head up out the zone,\n  start_ms: 129480\n  end_ms: 132150\n- text: Stone facing is on.\n  start_ms: 132150\n  end_ms: 132990\n- text: Looking at mine but don't look too long.\n  start_ms: 132990\n  end_ms: 134820\n- text: I'm livin a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin.\n  start_ms: 134820\n  end_ms: 138380\n- text: It's hard to imagine.\n  start_ms: 138380\n  end_ms: 139330\n- text: Picture me rollin.\n  start_ms: 139330\n  end_ms: 141970\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 141970\n  end_ms: 159280\n- text: I gots to get the fuck up in.\n  start_ms: 159280\n  end_ms: 160950\n- text: Goin to lay a caper.\n  start_ms: 160950\n  end_ms: 162830\n- text: Cuz a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper.\n  start_ms: 162830\n  end_ms: 165570\n- text: My bitch fin to have a bastard, see?\n  start_ms: 165570\n  end_ms: 168170\n- text: So I need to hit a lick, drastically.\n  start_ms: 168170\n  end_ms: 170950\n- text: I see some bald head ass niggas and they slippin in my spot\n  start_ms: 170950\n  end_ms: 172660\n- text: And, uh, diggin in the pots.\n  start_ms: 172660\n  end_ms: 174560\n- text: Check in the park, Pac.\n  start_ms: 174560\n  end_ms: 176250\n- text: We caught em sleepin.\n  start_ms: 176250\n  end_ms: 177160\n- text: We didn't think you niggas creepin.\n  start_ms: 177160\n  end_ms: 178120\n- text: This how we do it every weekend\n  start_ms: 178120\n  end_ms: 179990\n- text: And I dump for madness(?)\n  start_ms: 179990\n  end_ms: 181630\n- text: It's time to count the profit.\n  start_ms: 181630\n  end_ms: 182550\n- text: CPO, we got the bomb spot.\n  start_ms: 182550\n  end_ms: 183540\n- text: Nigga, time to clock it.\n  start_ms: 183540\n  end_ms: 185480\n- text: I get the liquor and you could get the females.\n  start_ms: 185480\n  end_ms: 187230\n- text: This crooked shit can reinflict and get the street sales.\n  start_ms: 187230\n  end_ms: 189920\n- text: Move smooth as a mother fucker, me and my 9.\n  start_ms: 189920\n  end_ms: 192540\n- text: I'm cool as a mother fucker, I'm a get mine.\n  start_ms: 192540\n  end_ms: 195200\n- text: Now we satisfied.\n  start_ms: 195200\n  end_ms: 197080\n- text: Got the pockets on swollen.\n  start_ms: 197080\n  end_ms: 198870\n- text: Boss hog and this Pac nigga.\n  start_ms: 198870\n  end_ms: 200720\n- text: Picture us rollin.\n  start_ms: 200720\n  end_ms: 204250\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 204250\n  end_ms: 212430\n- text: Heh, heh, heh.\n  start_ms: 212430\n  end_ms: 215120\n- text: Y'all ready for me?\n  start_ms: 215120\n  end_ms: 217810\n- text: Picture me rollin roll call.\n  start_ms: 217810\n  end_ms: 220590\n- text: You know there's some mother fuckers out there\n  start_ms: 220590\n  end_ms: 221510\n- text: I just could not forget about.\n  start_ms: 221510\n  end_ms: 223230\n- text: I wanna make sure they can see me.\n  start_ms: 223230\n  end_ms: 225970\n- text: 'Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Faciluties,'\n  start_ms: 225970\n  end_ms: 228650\n- text: All you bitch asses.\n  start_ms: 228650\n  end_ms: 231520\n- text: Can you niggas see me from there?\n  start_ms: 231520\n  end_ms: 233320\n- text: Ballin on all y'all punk ass.\n  start_ms: 233320\n  end_ms: 235180\n- text: Heh, ha ha!\n  start_ms: 235180\n  end_ms: 235990\n- text: Picture me rollin, baby.\n  start_ms: 235990\n  end_ms: 238800\n- text: Yeah, all you niggas up in them cell blocks,\n  start_ms: 238800\n  end_ms: 241530\n- text: I told yall niggas when I come home it's on.\n  start_ms: 241530\n  end_ms: 244260\n- text: That's right nigga, picture me rollin\n  start_ms: 244260\n  end_ms: 250560\n- text: Oh, I forgot... the DA(district attorney)\n  start_ms: 250560\n  end_ms: 257890\n- text: Yeah, that bitch had alot to talk about in court.\n  start_ms: 257890\n  end_ms: 260990\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 260990\n  end_ms: 263230\n- text: Can the ho see me from here?\n  start_ms: 263230\n  end_ms: 264280\n- text: Can you see me, ho?\n  start_ms: 264280\n  end_ms: 265180\n- text: Picture me rollin'.\n  start_ms: 265180\n  end_ms: 266160\n- text: And all you punk police, can you see me?\n  start_ms: 266160\n  end_ms: 267830\n- text: Am I clear to you?\n  start_ms: 267830\n  end_ms: 271430\n- text: Picture me rollin' nigga, legit.\n  start_ms: 271430\n  end_ms: 275140\n- text: Free like OJ all day\n  start_ms: 275140\n  end_ms: 277070\n- text: You can't stop me.\n  start_ms: 277070\n  end_ms: 281550\n- text: You know I got my niggas up in this mother fucker.\n  start_ms: 281550\n  end_ms: 283400\n- text: Noope,?, Syke, Rollcall, Mopreme\n  start_ms: 283400\n  end_ms: 289780\n- text: Can you picture us rollin?\n  start_ms: 289780\n  end_ms: 294130\n- text: Can you see me ho?\n  start_ms: 294130\n  end_ms: 297870\n- text: Is y'all ready for me .\n  start_ms: 297870\n  end_ms: 302300\n- text: We up out this bitch.\n  start_ms: 302300\n  end_ms: 304170\n- text: Any time y'all wanna see me again,\n  start_ms: 304170\n  end_ms: 307680\n- text: Rewind this track right here, close your eyes\n  start_ms: 307680\n  end_ms: 310410\n- text: And picture me rollin.\n  start_ms: 310410\n  end_ms: 311220\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 311220\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, clear enough for ya.\n  Why niggas look mad.\n  y'all supposed to be happy I'm free.\n  Y'all look like you wanted me to stay in jail\n  Old busters.\n\n  Picture me rollin' in my 500 benz.\n  I got no love for these niggas,\n  There's no need to be friends.\n  They got me under survailance.\n  That's what somebody be tellin' me.\n  Known as don't be insulted(?).\n  but I ain't the one tellin'.\n  Don't want to be another number.\n  I got a fuckin' gang of weed to keep from goin under.\n  The fedarones(?) wanna see me dead.\n  Niggas put prices on my head.\n  Now I got 2 rottwillers by me bed.\n  I feed em lead.\n  Now on release.\n  How will I live?\n  Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did?\n  To feed kids.\n  One life to live.\n  It's so hard to be positive\n  When niggas shootin at your crib.\n  Mama, I'm still thuggin'\n  The world is a war zone.\n  My homies is inmates\n  And most of them dead grown\n  Full grown, finally a man\n  Just sceamin on ways to put some green inside the palms\n  Of my empty hands.\n  Just picture me rollin'.\n  Flossin a benz on rims that isn't stolen.\n  My dreams is scensored.\n  My hopes are gone.\n  I'm like a fiend that finally see when all the dope is gone.\n  My nerves is wrecked.\n  Heart beatin' and my hands is swollen.\n  Thinkin of the G's I'll be holdin.\n  Picture me rollin.\n  Can you see me now\n  Move to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture\n  Can you see it?\n  Pictue me rollin.\n  Yeah nigga\n  Eh, but picture how my nigga Sak duke do it.\n  Guess who's back?\n\n  I got keys comin from overseas.\n  Cost a nigga 200 G's.\n  I'm a street comando.\n  Nino for example.\n  This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle.\n  So I got to floss cuz I'm rollin like a boss playa.\n  Thug granted to be a women layer\n  So mny playa haters, imitaters steady swangin.\n  Make me wanna start bank bangin.\n  So I'm caught up in the game.\n  Let's go change.\n  Packin 40 glocks.\n  Contain or rearrange.\n  All that jealousy and envy comin from my enemies\n  While I'm sippin on green leaves(?)\n  In front of black lexuses, chevies on the roam.\n  96 big bodies sittin on chrome\n  As we head up out the zone,\n  Stone facing is on.\n  Looking at mine but don't look too long.\n  I'm livin a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin.\n  It's hard to imagine.\n  Picture me rollin.\n\n  I gots to get the fuck up in.\n  Goin to lay a caper.\n  Cuz a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper.\n  My bitch fin to have a bastard, see?\n  So I need to hit a lick, drastically.\n  I see some bald head ass niggas and they slippin in my spot\n  And, uh, diggin in the pots.\n  Check in the park, Pac.\n\n  We caught em sleepin.\n  We didn't think you niggas creepin.\n  This how we do it every weekend\n  And I dump for madness(?)\n  It's time to count the profit.\n  CPO, we got the bomb spot.\n  Nigga, time to clock it.\n  I get the liquor and you could get the females.\n  This crooked shit can reinflict and get the street sales.\n\n  Move smooth as a mother fucker, me and my 9.\n  I'm cool as a mother fucker, I'm a get mine.\n  Now we satisfied.\n  Got the pockets on swollen.\n  Boss hog and this Pac nigga.\n  Picture us rollin.\n\n  Heh, heh, heh.\n  Y'all ready for me?\n  Picture me rollin roll call.\n  You know there's some mother fuckers out there\n  I just could not forget about.\n  I wanna make sure they can see me.\n  Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Faciluties,\n  All you bitch asses.\n  Can you niggas see me from there?\n  Ballin on all y'all punk ass.\n  Heh, ha ha!\n  Picture me rollin, baby.\n  Yeah, all you niggas up in them cell blocks,\n  I told yall niggas when I come home it's on.\n  That's right nigga, picture me rollin\n  Oh, I forgot... the DA(district attorney)\n  Yeah, that bitch had alot to talk about in court.\n  Can the ho see me from here?\n  Can you see me, ho?\n  Picture me rollin'.\n  And all you punk police, can you see me?\n  Am I clear to you?\n  Picture me rollin' nigga, legit.\n  Free like OJ all day\n  You can't stop me.\n  You know I got my niggas up in this mother fucker.\n  Noope,?, Syke, Rollcall, Mopreme\n  Can you picture us rollin?\n  Can you see me ho?\n  Is y'all ready for me .\n  We up out this bitch.\n  Any time y'all wanna see me again,\n  Rewind this track right here, close your eyes\n  And picture me rollin.\n"},{"id":6822309,"name":"07 Picture Me Rollin'","trackName":"07 Picture Me Rollin'","artistName":"2pac","albumName":"2pac+","duration":315.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, clear enough for ya? (Alright)\nYeah\nWhy niggas look mad? (Alright)\nY'all supposed to be happy I'm free\nY'all niggas look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail\nHo bustas!\n\nPicture me rollin' in my 500 Benz\nI got no love for these niggas, there's no need to be friends\nThey got me under surveillance, I swear somebody be tellin'\nKnow there's dope bein' sold, but I ain't the one sellin'\nDon't want to be another number\nI gotta puff a gang of weed to keep from goin' under\nThe federales wanna see me dead, niggas put prices on my head\nNow I got two Rottweilers by my bed, I feed 'em lead\n\nNow I'm released, how will I live?\nWill God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did to feed kids?\nOne life to live, it's so hard to be positive\nWhen niggas shootin' at your crib\nMama, I'm still thuggin', the world is a war zone\nMy homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong\nFull-grown, finally a man, just schemin' on ways\nTo put some green inside the palms of my empty hands\n\nJust picture me rollin'\nFlossin' a Benz on rims that isn't stolen\nMy dreams is censored, my hopes are gone\nI'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone\nMy nerves is wrecked, heart beatin' and my hands are swollen\nThinkin' of the G's I'll be holdin'\nPicture me rollin'\n\nCan you see me now?\nOh, picture me rollin' (move to the side a little bit, so you can get a clear picture)\nPicture me (can you see it?) Picture me rollin'\nPicture me rollin' (yeah, nigga!)\nAye, but peep how my nigga Syke do it to you\nOoh, wee (guess who's back?)\n\nI got keys comin' from overseas\nCost a nigga 200 G's\nI'm a street commando, Nino for example\nThis lavish lifestyle is hard to handle\nSo, I got to floss 'cause I'm more like a boss player\nThug, branded to be a women-layer\nSo many player haters, imitators steady swangin'\nMake me wanna start back bangin'\n\nSo, I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed\nPackin' 40 Glocks, contain 'em or rearrange\nAll that jealousy and envy comin' from my enemies\nWhile I'm sippin' on Rémy in front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam\n'96 big body, sittin' on chrome\nAs we head up out the zone, stone-facin' is on\nYou can admire, but don't look too long\nI'm livin' a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin'\nIt's hard to imagine, picture me rollin'\n\nPicture, picture me rollin'\nPicture me rollin', oh, wee\nPicture me rollin'\nPicture me, yeah, yeah\n\nI gots to get the fuck up in it (what?) Formulate a caper (caper)\n'Cause a nigga straight sufferin' from lack of havin' paper (paper)\nMy bitch fin' to have a bastard, see?\nSo I needs to hit a lick, drastically\nI see some ballin'-ass niggas, and they slippin' in my spot\nAnd, uh, diggin' the plots (so what?)\nCheckin' in the park, 'Pac\n\nWe caught him sleepin'\nHe didn't peep, you niggas creepin'?\nThis how we do it every weekend\nI dump for madness, it's time to count the profit\nCPO, you got the bomb spot\nNigga, time to clock it (picture me rollin')\nI get the liquor, and you can get the females\nThis crooked shit that we inflictin', gettin' street sales\n\nMove smooth as a motherfucker, me and my .9\nI'm cool as a motherfucker, I'ma get mine\nNow we satisfied, got the pockets on swoll\nBoss Hogg and this 'Pac nigga, picture us rollin'\n\nPicture me rollin'\nPicture me\nPicture me rollin'\n\nIs y'all ready for me?\nPicture me rollin' roll call\nYou know there's some muh'fuckers out there I just could not forget about (picture me rollin')\nI wanna make sure they can see me (picture me rollin')\nNumber one on my list, Clinton Correctional Facilities\nAll you bitch-ass CO's\nCan you niggas see me from there?\nBallin' on y'all punk-ass\nPicture me rollin', baby (rollin')\n\nYeah, all them niggas up in them cell blocks\nI told y'all niggas when I come home it's on\nThat's right, nigga, picture me rollin'\nOh, I forgot, the DA\nYeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court\nCan the ho see me from here?\nCan you see me, ho? Picture me rollin' (picture me, picture me)\nAnd all you punk police, can you see me? (Picture me rollin')\nAm I clear to you? (Picture me)\nPicture me rollin', nigga, legit (rollin')\n\nFree like O.J. all day, you can't stop me\nYou know I got my niggas up in this motherfucker\nManute, Pain, Syke, Bogart, Mopreme (picture me)\nIt's sad, dog, can you picture us rollin'?\nCan you see me, ho?\nIs y'all ready for me\nWe up out this bitch\nAny time y'all wanna see me again\nRewind this track right here\nClose your eyes and picture me rollin' (yeah, yeah)","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.32] Yeah, clear enough for ya? (Alright)\n[00:08.49] Yeah\n[00:11.60] Why niggas look mad? (Alright)\n[00:13.21] Y'all supposed to be happy I'm free\n[00:15.04] Y'all niggas look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail\n[00:18.56] Ho bustas!\n[00:20.96] Picture me rollin' in my 500 Benz\n[00:23.40] I got no love for these niggas, there's no need to be friends\n[00:25.82] They got me under surveillance, I swear somebody be tellin'\n[00:28.49] Know there's dope bein' sold, but I ain't the one sellin'\n[00:31.28] Don't want to be another number\n[00:32.77] I gotta puff a gang of weed to keep from goin' under\n[00:35.04] The federales wanna see me dead, niggas put prices on my head\n[00:38.54] Now I got two Rottweilers by my bed, I feed 'em lead\n[00:41.34] Now I'm released, how will I live?\n[00:42.77] Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did to feed kids?\n[00:46.35] One life to live, it's so hard to be positive\n[00:49.09] When niggas shootin' at your crib\n[00:51.18] Mama, I'm still thuggin', the world is a war zone\n[00:53.83] My homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong\n[00:56.56] Full-grown, finally a man, just schemin' on ways\n[00:58.90] To put some green inside the palms of my empty hands\n[01:01.98] Just picture me rollin'\n[01:03.29] Flossin' a Benz on rims that isn't stolen\n[01:05.62] My dreams is censored, my hopes are gone\n[01:07.58] I'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone\n[01:10.61] My nerves is wrecked, heart beatin' and my hands are swollen\n[01:13.85] Thinkin' of the G's I'll be holdin'\n[01:15.74] Picture me rollin'\n[01:18.46] Can you see me now?\n[01:18.67] Oh, picture me rollin' (move to the side a little bit, so you can get a clear picture)\n[01:23.58] Picture me (can you see it?) Picture me rollin'\n[01:26.51] \n[01:28.74] Picture me rollin' (yeah, nigga!)\n[01:32.58] Aye, but peep how my nigga Syke do it to you\n[01:33.47] Ooh, wee (guess who's back?)\n[01:35.89] I got keys comin' from overseas\n[01:39.23] Cost a nigga 200 G's\n[01:41.14] I'm a street commando, Nino for example\n[01:43.88] This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle\n[01:45.77] So, I got to floss 'cause I'm more like a boss player\n[01:49.03] Thug, branded to be a women-layer\n[01:50.97] So many player haters, imitators steady swangin'\n[01:53.83] Make me wanna start back bangin'\n[01:55.46] So, I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed\n[01:58.40] Packin' 40 Glocks, contain 'em or rearrange\n[02:00.88] All that jealousy and envy comin' from my enemies\n[02:04.13] While I'm sippin' on Rémy in front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam\n[02:08.46] '96 big body, sittin' on chrome\n[02:10.66] As we head up out the zone, stone-facin' is on\n[02:13.42] You can admire, but don't look too long\n[02:15.90] I'm livin' a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin'\n[02:19.44] It's hard to imagine, picture me rollin'\n[02:23.73] Picture, picture me rollin'\n[02:28.10] \n[02:30.68] Picture me rollin', oh, wee\n[02:35.13] Picture me rollin'\n[02:38.54] Picture me, yeah, yeah\n[02:40.54] I gots to get the fuck up in it (what?) Formulate a caper (caper)\n[02:43.53] 'Cause a nigga straight sufferin' from lack of havin' paper (paper)\n[02:46.69] My bitch fin' to have a bastard, see?\n[02:48.49] So I needs to hit a lick, drastically\n[02:50.90] I see some ballin'-ass niggas, and they slippin' in my spot\n[02:53.56] And, uh, diggin' the plots (so what?)\n[02:55.17] Checkin' in the park, 'Pac\n[02:56.53] We caught him sleepin'\n[02:57.65] He didn't peep, you niggas creepin'?\n[02:58.95] This how we do it every weekend\n[03:00.53] I dump for madness, it's time to count the profit\n[03:03.07] CPO, you got the bomb spot\n[03:04.49] Nigga, time to clock it (picture me rollin')\n[03:06.01] I get the liquor, and you can get the females\n[03:08.55] This crooked shit that we inflictin', gettin' street sales\n[03:11.11] Move smooth as a motherfucker, me and my .9\n[03:13.57] I'm cool as a motherfucker, I'ma get mine\n[03:16.06] Now we satisfied, got the pockets on swoll\n[03:18.67] Boss Hogg and this 'Pac nigga, picture us rollin'\n[03:22.99] \n[03:25.28] Picture me rollin'\n[03:28.44] Picture me\n[03:30.31] Picture me rollin'\n[03:33.26] \n[03:36.24] Is y'all ready for me?\n[03:38.80] Picture me rollin' roll call\n[03:40.42] You know there's some muh'fuckers out there I just could not forget about (picture me rollin')\n[03:43.64] I wanna make sure they can see me (picture me rollin')\n[03:46.64] Number one on my list, Clinton Correctional Facilities\n[03:49.34] All you bitch-ass CO's\n[03:51.81] Can you niggas see me from there?\n[03:54.07] Ballin' on y'all punk-ass\n[03:57.59] Picture me rollin', baby (rollin')\n[03:59.67] Yeah, all them niggas up in them cell blocks\n[04:02.69] I told y'all niggas when I come home it's on\n[04:06.27] That's right, nigga, picture me rollin'\n[04:11.36] Oh, I forgot, the DA\n[04:14.38] Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court\n[04:17.25] Can the ho see me from here?\n[04:19.13] Can you see me, ho? Picture me rollin' (picture me, picture me)\n[04:24.33] And all you punk police, can you see me? (Picture me rollin')\n[04:29.29] Am I clear to you? (Picture me)\n[04:32.68] Picture me rollin', nigga, legit (rollin')\n[04:35.54] Free like O.J. all day, you can't stop me\n[04:41.96] You know I got my niggas up in this motherfucker\n[04:43.55] Manute, Pain, Syke, Bogart, Mopreme (picture me)\n[04:49.74] It's sad, dog, can you picture us rollin'?\n[04:54.21] Can you see me, ho?\n[04:58.27] Is y'all ready for me\n[05:02.72] We up out this bitch\n[05:04.97] Any time y'all wanna see me again\n[05:07.44] Rewind this track right here\n[05:08.78] Close your eyes and picture me rollin' (yeah, yeah)\n[05:11.56] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 07 Picture Me Rollin'\n  artist: 2pac\n  album: 2pac+\n  duration_ms: 315000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, clear enough for ya? 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(Picture me)\n  start_ms: 269290\n  end_ms: 272680\n- text: Picture me rollin', nigga, legit (rollin')\n  start_ms: 272680\n  end_ms: 275540\n- text: Free like O.J. all day, you can't stop me\n  start_ms: 275540\n  end_ms: 281960\n- text: You know I got my niggas up in this motherfucker\n  start_ms: 281960\n  end_ms: 283550\n- text: Manute, Pain, Syke, Bogart, Mopreme (picture me)\n  start_ms: 283550\n  end_ms: 289740\n- text: It's sad, dog, can you picture us rollin'?\n  start_ms: 289740\n  end_ms: 294210\n- text: Can you see me, ho?\n  start_ms: 294210\n  end_ms: 298270\n- text: Is y'all ready for me\n  start_ms: 298270\n  end_ms: 302720\n- text: We up out this bitch\n  start_ms: 302720\n  end_ms: 304970\n- text: Any time y'all wanna see me again\n  start_ms: 304970\n  end_ms: 307440\n- text: Rewind this track right here\n  start_ms: 307440\n  end_ms: 308780\n- text: Close your eyes and picture me rollin' (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 308780\n  end_ms: 311560\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 311560\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, clear enough for ya? (Alright)\n  Yeah\n  Why niggas look mad? (Alright)\n  Y'all supposed to be happy I'm free\n  Y'all niggas look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail\n  Ho bustas!\n\n  Picture me rollin' in my 500 Benz\n  I got no love for these niggas, there's no need to be friends\n  They got me under surveillance, I swear somebody be tellin'\n  Know there's dope bein' sold, but I ain't the one sellin'\n  Don't want to be another number\n  I gotta puff a gang of weed to keep from goin' under\n  The federales wanna see me dead, niggas put prices on my head\n  Now I got two Rottweilers by my bed, I feed 'em lead\n\n  Now I'm released, how will I live?\n  Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did to feed kids?\n  One life to live, it's so hard to be positive\n  When niggas shootin' at your crib\n  Mama, I'm still thuggin', the world is a war zone\n  My homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong\n  Full-grown, finally a man, just schemin' on ways\n  To put some green inside the palms of my empty hands\n\n  Just picture me rollin'\n  Flossin' a Benz on rims that isn't stolen\n  My dreams is censored, my hopes are gone\n  I'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone\n  My nerves is wrecked, heart beatin' and my hands are swollen\n  Thinkin' of the G's I'll be holdin'\n  Picture me rollin'\n\n  Can you see me now?\n  Oh, picture me rollin' (move to the side a little bit, so you can get a clear picture)\n  Picture me (can you see it?) Picture me rollin'\n  Picture me rollin' (yeah, nigga!)\n  Aye, but peep how my nigga Syke do it to you\n  Ooh, wee (guess who's back?)\n\n  I got keys comin' from overseas\n  Cost a nigga 200 G's\n  I'm a street commando, Nino for example\n  This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle\n  So, I got to floss 'cause I'm more like a boss player\n  Thug, branded to be a women-layer\n  So many player haters, imitators steady swangin'\n  Make me wanna start back bangin'\n\n  So, I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed\n  Packin' 40 Glocks, contain 'em or rearrange\n  All that jealousy and envy comin' from my enemies\n  While I'm sippin' on Rémy in front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam\n  '96 big body, sittin' on chrome\n  As we head up out the zone, stone-facin' is on\n  You can admire, but don't look too long\n  I'm livin' a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin'\n  It's hard to imagine, picture me rollin'\n\n  Picture, picture me rollin'\n  Picture me rollin', oh, wee\n  Picture me rollin'\n  Picture me, yeah, yeah\n\n  I gots to get the fuck up in it (what?) 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Picture me rollin' (picture me, picture me)\n  And all you punk police, can you see me? (Picture me rollin')\n  Am I clear to you? (Picture me)\n  Picture me rollin', nigga, legit (rollin')\n\n  Free like O.J. all day, you can't stop me\n  You know I got my niggas up in this motherfucker\n  Manute, Pain, Syke, Bogart, Mopreme (picture me)\n  It's sad, dog, can you picture us rollin'?\n  Can you see me, ho?\n  Is y'all ready for me\n  We up out this bitch\n  Any time y'all wanna see me again\n  Rewind this track right here\n  Close your eyes and picture me rollin' (yeah, yeah)\n"},{"id":15860696,"name":"Picture Me Rollin'","trackName":"Picture Me Rollin'","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"2Pac - Greatest Hits","duration":315.8806272,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, clear enough for ya? 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The DA\n  start_ms: 182830\n  end_ms: 185040\n- text: Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court\n  start_ms: 185040\n  end_ms: 186600\n- text: Can the ho see me from here?\n  start_ms: 186600\n  end_ms: 187880\n- text: Can you see me, ho? Picture me rollin'\n  start_ms: 187880\n  end_ms: 189540\n- text: And all you punk police, can you see me?\n  start_ms: 189540\n  end_ms: 192690\n- text: Am I clear to you?\n  start_ms: 192690\n  end_ms: 194230\n- text: Picture me rollin', nigga, legit\n  start_ms: 194230\n  end_ms: 196780\n- text: Free like O.J. all day, you can't stop me\n  start_ms: 196780\n  end_ms: 199110\n- text: You know I got my niggas up in this motherfucker\n  start_ms: 199110\n  end_ms: 201660\n- text: Manute, Pain, Syke, Bogart, Mopreme\n  start_ms: 201660\n  end_ms: 203250\n- text: It's sad, dog, can you picture us rollin'?\n  start_ms: 203250\n  end_ms: 205660\n- text: Can you see me, ho?\n  start_ms: 205660\n  end_ms: 207420\n- text: Is y'all ready for me? 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The DA\n  Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court\n  Can the ho see me from here?\n  Can you see me, ho? Picture me rollin'\n  And all you punk police, can you see me?\n  Am I clear to you?\n  Picture me rollin', nigga, legit\n  Free like O.J. all day, you can't stop me\n  You know I got my niggas up in this motherfucker\n  Manute, Pain, Syke, Bogart, Mopreme\n  It's sad, dog, can you picture us rollin'?\n  Can you see me, ho?\n  Is y'all ready for me? 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The D.A\nYeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court\nCan the ho see me from here?\nCan you see me, ho?\nPicture me rollin'\nAnd all you punk police, can you see me?\nAm I clear to you?\nPicture me rollin' nigga, legit\nFree like O.J. all day\nYou can't stop me\nYou know I got my niggas up in this motherfucker\nManute, Pain, Syke,, Mopreme\nIt's sad dog, can you picture us rolling?\nCan you see me ho?\nIs y'all ready for me?\nWe up out this bitch\nAny time y'all wanna see me again\nRewind this track right here, close your eyes\nAnd picture me rollin...","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.61] Yeah, clear enough for ya?\n[00:09.49] Why you niggas look mad?\n[00:12.37] Y'all supposed to be happy I'm free!\n[00:14.59] Y'all niggas look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail\n[00:16.61] Ho bustas!\n[00:18.10] Picture me rolling in my 500 Benz\n[00:22.22] I got no love for these niggas, there's no need to be friends\n[00:25.49] They got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be 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swanging\n[01:53.21] Make me wanna start back banging\n[01:55.93] So I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed\n[01:58.16] Packing 40 Glocks, contain em or rearrange\n[02:01.35] All that jealousy and envy coming from my enemies\n[02:03.75] While I'm sipping on Remy\n[02:05.70] In front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam\n[02:08.06] '96 big body, sitting on chrome\n[02:10.61] As we head up out the zone, stone-facing is on\n[02:12.70] You can admire, but don't look too long\n[02:15.47] I'm living a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin'\n[02:18.38] It's hard to imagine\n[02:20.47] Picture me rollin'\n[02:23.92] Picture me rollin'\n[02:25.62] Picture, picture me rollin'\n[02:28.25] \n[02:31.07] Picture me rollin'\n[02:32.86] Picture me rollin'\n[02:34.54] Picture me\n[02:37.44] \n[02:40.76] I gots to get the fuck up in it, formulate a caper\n[02:43.41] Cause a nigga straight suffering from lack of having paper\n[02:45.96] My bitch fin' to have a bastard, see?\n[02:48.98] So I 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muh'fuckers out there\n[03:42.84] I just could not forget about\n[03:44.50] I wanna make sure they can see me\n[03:45.70] Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities\n[03:48.51] All you bitch ass C.O.'s\n[03:50.72] Can you niggas see me from there?\n[03:53.33] Ballin' on y'all punk ass!\n[03:55.79] Picture me rollin', baby\n[03:58.38] Yeah, all them niggas up in them cell blocks\n[04:01.97] I told y'all niggas when I come home it's on\n[04:04.45] That's right nigga, picture me rollin'\n[04:09.80] Oh, I forgot! The D.A\n[04:14.83] Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court\n[04:16.64] Can the ho see me from here?\n[04:18.66] Can you see me, ho?\n[04:21.89] Picture me rollin'\n[04:24.59] And all you punk police, can you see me?\n[04:27.60] Am I clear to you?\n[04:32.00] Picture me rollin' nigga, legit\n[04:36.06] Free like O.J. all day\n[04:39.42] \n[04:42.64] You can't stop me\n[04:43.59] You know I got my niggas up in this motherfucker\n[04:44.69] Manute, Pain, Syke,, Mopreme\n[04:45.73] It's sad dog, can you picture us rolling?\n[04:48.20] Can you see me ho?\n[04:51.86] Is y'all ready for me?\n[04:56.53] \n[05:03.00] We up out this bitch\n[05:05.17] Any time y'all wanna see me again\n[05:06.79] Rewind this track right here, close your eyes\n[05:08.34] And picture me rollin...\n[05:09.60] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Picture Me Rollin'\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Greatest Hits (2Pac)\n  duration_ms: 316000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, clear enough 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another number\n  I gotta puff a gang of weed to keep from going under\n  The federales wanna see me dead\n  Niggas put prices on my head\n  Now I got two Rottweilers by my bed, I feed 'em lead\n  Now I'm released, how will I live?\n  Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids?\n  One life to live, it's so hard to be positive\n  When niggas shooting at your crib\n  Mama, I'm still thuggin', the world is a war zone\n  My homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong\n  Full grown, finally a man, just scheming on ways\n  To put some green inside the palms of my empty hands\n  Just picture me rollin'\n  Flossing a Benz on rims that isn't stolen\n  My dreams is censored, my hopes are gone\n  I'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone\n  My nerves is wrecked, heart beating and my hands are swollen\n  Thinking of the G's I'll be holdin'\n  Picture me rollin'\n\n  Picture me rollin'\n  Picture me rollin'\n  Picture me, picture me rollin'\n  Picture me rollin'\n  Ooh wee\n\n  Can you see me now?\n  Move to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture\n  Can you see it?\n  Picture me rollin'\n  Yeah nigga!\n  Ay, but peep how my nigga Syke do it to you\n  Guess who's back?\n\n  I got ki's coming from overseas\n  Cost a nigga 200 G's\n  I'm a street commando, Nino for example\n  This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle\n  So I got to floss cause I'm more like a boss player\n  Thug, branded to be a women-layer\n  So many player haters, imitators steady swanging\n  Make me wanna start back banging\n  So I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed\n  Packing 40 Glocks, contain em or rearrange\n  All that jealousy and envy coming from my enemies\n  While I'm sipping on Remy\n  In front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam\n  '96 big body, sitting on chrome\n  As we head up out the zone, stone-facing is on\n  You can admire, but don't look too long\n  I'm living a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin'\n  It's hard to 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(Repeat 'till end)\n  Picture me rollin'\n\n  Is y'all ready for me?\n  Picture me rollin\" roll call\n  You know there's some muh'fuckers out there\n  I just could not forget about\n  I wanna make sure they can see me\n  Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities\n  All you bitch ass C.O.'s\n  Can you niggas see me from there?\n  Ballin' on y'all punk ass!\n  Picture me rollin', baby\n  Yeah, all them niggas up in them cell blocks\n  I told y'all niggas when I come home it's on\n  That's right nigga, picture me rollin'\n  Oh, I forgot! The D.A\n  Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court\n  Can the ho see me from here?\n  Can you see me, ho?\n  Picture me rollin'\n  And all you punk police, can you see me?\n  Am I clear to you?\n  Picture me rollin' nigga, legit\n  Free like O.J. all day\n  You can't stop me\n  You know I got my niggas up in this motherfucker\n  Manute, Pain, Syke,, Mopreme\n  It's sad dog, can you picture us rolling?\n  Can you see me ho?\n  Is y'all ready for me?\n  We up out this bitch\n  Any time y'all wanna see me again\n  Rewind this track right here, close your eyes\n  And picture me rollin...\n"},{"id":12631841,"name":"19 - 2Pac - Picture Me Rollin'","trackName":"19 - 2Pac - Picture Me Rollin'","artistName":"2Pac, Danny Boy, Syke, CPO","albumName":"2Pac Greatest Hits","duration":315.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah -- clear enough for ya? (Is that right?)\n(Hahahahaha) Yeah\n\n(Hehehehe) Why niggaz look mad? (Is that right?)\nY'all supposed to be happy I'm free!\nY'all niggaz look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail, hahah!\nHoe bustaz\n\nPicture me rollin in my 500 Benz\n\nI got no love for these niggaz, there's no need to be friends\nThey got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be tellin\nKnow there's dope bein sold, but +I+ ain't the one sellin!\nDon't want to be another number\nI got a fuckin gang of weed to keep from goin under\nThe federales wanna see me dead - niggaz put prices on my head\nNow I got two Rottwillers by me bed, I feed em lead\nNow I'm released, how will I live? Will God forgive me\nfor all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids?\nOne life to live, it's so hard to be positive\nwhen niggaz shootin at your crib\nMama, I'm still thuggin, the world is a war zone\nMy homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong\nFull grown, finally a man, just scheamin on ways\nto put some green inside the palms of my empty hands\nJust picture me rollin\nFlossin a Benz on rims that isn't stolen\nMy dreams is censored, my hopes are gone\nI'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone\nMy nerves is wrecked, heart beatin and my hands is swollen\nthinkin of the G's I'll be holdin, picture me rollin\n\nCan you see me now? Heheheh\nMove to the side a little bit so you can get a CLEAR picture\nCan you see it? Hahah\nPictue me rollin\nYeah nigga!\nAy but peep how my nigga Syke do it to you\nGuess who's back?\n\nI got ki's, comin from overseas\nCost a nigga two hundred G's\nI'm a street comando, Nino for example\nThis lavish lifestyle is hard to handle\nSo I got to floss cause I'm more like a boss playa\nThug, branded to be a women layer\nSo mny playa haters, imitaters steady swangin\nMake me wanna start back bangin\nSo I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed\nPackin forty glocks, contain em or rearrange\nAll that jealousy and envy comin from my enemies\nWhile I'm sippin on Re-mi\nin front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam\nNinety-six big body, sittin on chrome\nAs we head up out the zone, stone-facin is on\nYou can admire, but don't look too long\nI'm livin a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin\n\nIt's hard to imagine -- picture me rollin!\n\nPicture, picture me, picture me rollin\nRollin, picture me rollin\n\nWheelin, picture me rollin in\nPicture me yea yeah\n\nMmm, I gots to get the fuck up in it, formulate a caper\nCause a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper\nMy bitch fin' to have a bastard, see?\nSo I needs to hit a lick, drastically\n\nI see some baldin-ass niggaz and they slippin in my spot\nAnd, uh, diggin the plots (so what?)\nCheckin in the park, 'Pac\n\nWe caught em sleepin, he didn't peep you niggaz creepin?\nThis how we do it every weekend\n\nI dump for madness, it's time to count the profit\nCPO, we got the bomb spot, nigga time to clock it\nI get the liquor, and you could get the females\nThis crooked shit that we inflictin gettin street sales\n\nMove smooth as a motherfucker, me and my nine\nI'm as cool as a motherfucker, I'ma get mine\n\nNow we satisfied, got the pockets on swollen\nBoss Hog and this 'Pac nigga... picture us rollin\n\nRollin\nPicture me roll-hoee-ollin\nPicture me, picture me rollin\n\nHeheheheheheh\nIs y'all ready for me?\nPicture me rollin roll call\nYou know there's some muh'fuckers out there I just could not forget about\nI wanna make sure they can see me\nNumber one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities\nAll you bitch ass C.O.'s\nCan you niggaz see me from there?\nBallin on y'all punk ass, ahhaahahah!\nPicture me rollin, baby\nYeah, all them niggaz up in them cell blocks\nI told y'all niggaz when I come home it's on\nHmm, that's right nigga, picture me rollin\nOh, I forgot! The D.A.\nYeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court\nCan the hoe see me from here?\nCan you see me, hoe?\nPicture me rollin\nAnd all you punk police -- can you see me?\nAm I clear to you?\nPicture me rollin nigga, legit\nFree like O.J. all day\nYou can't stop me\nYou know I got my niggaz up in this motherfucker\nManute, Pain, Syke,?, Mopreme,??\nCan you picture us rollin?\nCan you see me hoe? Hehehe\nIs y'all ready for me? . We up out this bitch\nAny time y'all wanna see me again\nRewind this track right here, close your eyes\nand picture me rollin","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.81] Yeah -- clear enough for ya? (Is that right?)\n[00:08.37] (Hahahahaha) Yeah\n[00:09.10] (Hehehehe) Why niggaz look mad? (Is that right?)\n[00:13.65] Y'all supposed to be happy I'm free!\n[00:15.04] Y'all niggaz look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail, hahah!\n[00:18.05] Hoe bustaz\n[00:19.58] Picture me rollin in my 500 Benz\n[00:22.87] I got no love for these niggaz, there's no need to be friends\n[00:26.14] They got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be tellin\n[00:28.37] Know there's dope bein sold, but +I+ ain't the one sellin!\n[00:31.17] Don't want to be another number\n[00:32.88] I got a fuckin gang of weed to keep from goin under\n[00:35.13] The federales wanna see me dead - niggaz put prices on my head\n[00:38.63] Now I got two Rottwillers by me bed, I feed em lead\n[00:41.58] Now I'm released, how will I live? Will God forgive me\n[00:44.16] For all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids?\n[00:46.52] One life to live, it's so hard to be positive\n[00:48.87] When niggaz shootin at your crib\n[00:50.92] Mama, I'm still thuggin, the world is a war zone\n[00:53.46] My homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong\n[00:56.10] Full grown, finally a man, just scheamin on ways\n[00:59.17] To put some green inside the palms of my empty hands\n[01:01.43] Just picture me rollin\n[01:02.96] Flossin a Benz on rims that isn't stolen\n[01:05.56] My dreams is censored, my hopes are gone\n[01:07.82] I'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone\n[01:10.29] My nerves is wrecked, heart beatin and my hands is swollen\n[01:13.33] Thinkin of the G's I'll be holdin, picture me rollin\n[01:16.62] Can you see me now? Heheheh\n[01:20.77] Move to the side a little bit so you can get a CLEAR picture\n[01:24.22] Can you see it? Hahah\n[01:26.33] Pictue me rollin\n[01:29.24] Yeah nigga!\n[01:32.13] Ay but peep how my nigga Syke do it to you\n[01:34.59] Guess who's back?\n[01:35.99] I got ki's, comin from overseas\n[01:38.19] Cost a nigga two hundred G's\n[01:40.66] I'm a street comando, Nino for example\n[01:43.46] This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle\n[01:45.73] So I got to floss cause I'm more like a boss playa\n[01:48.14] Thug, branded to be a women layer\n[01:50.94] So mny playa haters, imitaters steady swangin\n[01:53.22] Make me wanna start back bangin\n[01:55.57] So I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed\n[01:58.08] Packin forty glocks, contain em or rearrange\n[02:00.40] All that jealousy and envy comin from my enemies\n[02:03.74] While I'm sippin on Re-mi\n[02:05.70] In front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam\n[02:08.27] Ninety-six big body, sittin on chrome\n[02:11.16] As we head up out the zone, stone-facin is on\n[02:13.17] You can admire, but don't look too long\n[02:15.98] I'm livin a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin\n[02:18.63] It's hard to imagine -- picture me rollin!\n[02:22.00] Picture, picture me, picture me rollin\n[02:27.14] Rollin, picture me rollin\n[02:30.90] Wheelin, picture me rollin in\n[02:33.72] Picture me yea yeah\n[02:37.13] Mmm, I gots to get the fuck up in it, formulate a caper\n[02:43.34] Cause a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper\n[02:46.34] My bitch fin' to have a bastard, see?\n[02:48.61] So I needs to hit a lick, drastically\n[02:51.16] I see some baldin-ass niggaz and they slippin in my spot\n[02:53.88] And, uh, diggin the plots (so what?)\n[02:55.66] Checkin in the park, 'Pac\n[02:56.59] We caught em sleepin, he didn't peep you niggaz creepin?\n[02:59.07] This how we do it every weekend\n[03:00.95] I dump for madness, it's time to count the profit\n[03:03.38] CPO, we got the bomb spot, nigga time to clock it\n[03:05.34] I get the liquor, and you could get the females\n[03:08.32] This crooked shit that we inflictin gettin street sales\n[03:11.02] Move smooth as a motherfucker, me and my nine\n[03:13.78] I'm as cool as a motherfucker, I'ma get mine\n[03:16.27] Now we satisfied, got the pockets on swollen\n[03:18.74] Boss Hog and this 'Pac nigga... picture us rollin\n[03:21.06] Rollin\n[03:22.95] Picture me roll-hoee-ollin\n[03:28.54] Picture me, picture me rollin\n[03:32.30] Heheheheheheh\n[03:34.76] Is y'all ready for me?\n[03:37.41] Picture me rollin roll call\n[03:40.17] You know there's some muh'fuckers out there I just could not forget about\n[03:43.23] I wanna make sure they can see me\n[03:45.08] Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities\n[03:48.81] All you bitch ass C.O.'s\n[03:51.64] Can you niggaz see me from there?\n[03:53.22] Ballin on y'all punk ass, ahhaahahah!\n[03:55.81] Picture me rollin, baby\n[03:58.16] Yeah, all them niggaz up in them cell blocks\n[04:02.06] I told y'all niggaz when I come home it's on\n[04:04.35] Hmm, that's right nigga, picture me rollin\n[04:08.71] Oh, I forgot! The D.A.\n[04:14.37] Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court\n[04:18.22] Can the hoe see me from here?\n[04:20.39] Can you see me, hoe?\n[04:21.93] Picture me rollin\n[04:24.92] And all you punk police -- can you see me?\n[04:27.77] Am I clear to you?\n[04:30.89] Picture me rollin nigga, legit\n[04:34.80] Free like O.J. all day\n[04:37.32] You can't stop me\n[04:39.92] You know I got my niggaz up in this motherfucker\n[04:43.62] Manute, Pain, Syke,?, Mopreme,??\n[04:46.40] Can you picture us rollin?\n[04:49.86] \n[04:53.89] Can you see me hoe? Hehehe\n[04:55.46] Is y'all ready for me? . We up out this bitch\n[05:03.56] Any time y'all wanna see me again\n[05:06.14] Rewind this track right here, close your eyes\n[05:09.81] And picture me rollin\n[05:10.92] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 19 - 2Pac - Picture Me Rollin'\n  artist: 2Pac, Danny Boy, Syke, CPO\n  album: 2Pac Greatest Hits\n  duration_ms: 315000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah -- clear enough for ya? (Is that right?)\n  start_ms: 3810\n  end_ms: 8370\n- text: (Hahahahaha) Yeah\n  start_ms: 8370\n  end_ms: 9100\n- text: (Hehehehe) Why niggaz look mad? 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Hehehe\n  start_ms: 293890\n  end_ms: 295460\n- text: Is y'all ready for me? . We up out this bitch\n  start_ms: 295460\n  end_ms: 303560\n- text: Any time y'all wanna see me again\n  start_ms: 303560\n  end_ms: 306140\n- text: Rewind this track right here, close your eyes\n  start_ms: 306140\n  end_ms: 309810\n- text: And picture me rollin\n  start_ms: 309810\n  end_ms: 310920\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 310920\nplain: |-\n  Yeah -- clear enough for ya? (Is that right?)\n  (Hahahahaha) Yeah\n\n  (Hehehehe) Why niggaz look mad? (Is that right?)\n  Y'all supposed to be happy I'm free!\n  Y'all niggaz look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail, hahah!\n  Hoe bustaz\n\n  Picture me rollin in my 500 Benz\n\n  I got no love for these niggaz, there's no need to be friends\n  They got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be tellin\n  Know there's dope bein sold, but +I+ ain't the one sellin!\n  Don't want to be another number\n  I got a fuckin gang of weed to keep from goin under\n  The federales wanna see me dead - niggaz put prices on my head\n  Now I got two Rottwillers by me bed, I feed em lead\n  Now I'm released, how will I live? Will God forgive me\n  for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids?\n  One life to live, it's so hard to be positive\n  when niggaz shootin at your crib\n  Mama, I'm still thuggin, the world is a war zone\n  My homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong\n  Full grown, finally a man, just scheamin on ways\n  to put some green inside the palms of my empty hands\n  Just picture me rollin\n  Flossin a Benz on rims that isn't stolen\n  My dreams is censored, my hopes are gone\n  I'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone\n  My nerves is wrecked, heart beatin and my hands is swollen\n  thinkin of the G's I'll be holdin, picture me rollin\n\n  Can you see me now? Heheheh\n  Move to the side a little bit so you can get a CLEAR picture\n  Can you see it? Hahah\n  Pictue me rollin\n  Yeah nigga!\n  Ay but peep how my nigga Syke do it to you\n  Guess who's back?\n\n  I got ki's, comin from overseas\n  Cost a nigga two hundred G's\n  I'm a street comando, Nino for example\n  This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle\n  So I got to floss cause I'm more like a boss playa\n  Thug, branded to be a women layer\n  So mny playa haters, imitaters steady swangin\n  Make me wanna start back bangin\n  So I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed\n  Packin forty glocks, contain em or rearrange\n  All that jealousy and envy comin from my enemies\n  While I'm sippin on Re-mi\n  in front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam\n  Ninety-six big body, sittin on chrome\n  As we head up out the zone, stone-facin is on\n  You can admire, but don't look too long\n  I'm livin a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin\n\n  It's hard to imagine -- picture me rollin!\n\n  Picture, picture me, picture me rollin\n  Rollin, picture me rollin\n\n  Wheelin, picture me rollin in\n  Picture me yea yeah\n\n  Mmm, I gots to get the fuck up in it, formulate a caper\n  Cause a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper\n  My bitch fin' to have a bastard, see?\n  So I needs to hit a lick, drastically\n\n  I see some baldin-ass niggaz and they slippin in my spot\n  And, uh, diggin the plots (so what?)\n  Checkin in the park, 'Pac\n\n  We caught em sleepin, he didn't peep you niggaz creepin?\n  This how we do it every weekend\n\n  I dump for madness, it's time to count the profit\n  CPO, we got the bomb spot, nigga time to clock it\n  I get the liquor, and you could get the females\n  This crooked shit that we inflictin gettin street sales\n\n  Move smooth as a motherfucker, me and my nine\n  I'm as cool as a motherfucker, I'ma get mine\n\n  Now we satisfied, got the pockets on swollen\n  Boss Hog and this 'Pac nigga... picture us rollin\n\n  Rollin\n  Picture me roll-hoee-ollin\n  Picture me, picture me rollin\n\n  Heheheheheheh\n  Is y'all ready for me?\n  Picture me rollin roll call\n  You know there's some muh'fuckers out there I just could not forget about\n  I wanna make sure they can see me\n  Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities\n  All you bitch ass C.O.'s\n  Can you niggaz see me from there?\n  Ballin on y'all punk ass, ahhaahahah!\n  Picture me rollin, baby\n  Yeah, all them niggaz up in them cell blocks\n  I told y'all niggaz when I come home it's on\n  Hmm, that's right nigga, picture me rollin\n  Oh, I forgot! The D.A.\n  Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court\n  Can the hoe see me from here?\n  Can you see me, hoe?\n  Picture me rollin\n  And all you punk police -- can you see me?\n  Am I clear to you?\n  Picture me rollin nigga, legit\n  Free like O.J. all day\n  You can't stop me\n  You know I got my niggaz up in this motherfucker\n  Manute, Pain, Syke,?, Mopreme,??\n  Can you picture us rollin?\n  Can you see me hoe? Hehehe\n  Is y'all ready for me? . 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swanging\n[01:53.21] Make me wanna start back banging\n[01:55.93] So I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed\n[01:58.16] Packing 40 Glocks, contain em or rearrange\n[02:01.35] All that jealousy and envy coming from my enemies\n[02:03.75] While I'm sipping on Remy\n[02:05.70] In front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam\n[02:08.06] '96 big body, sitting on chrome\n[02:10.61] As we head up out the zone, stone-facing is on\n[02:12.70] You can admire, but don't look too long\n[02:15.47] I'm living a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin'\n[02:18.38] It's hard to imagine\n[02:20.47] Picture me rollin'\n[02:23.92] Picture me rollin'\n[02:25.62] Picture, picture me rollin'\n[02:28.25] \n[02:31.07] Picture me rollin'\n[02:32.86] Picture me rollin'\n[02:34.54] Picture me\n[02:37.44] \n[02:40.76] I gots to get the fuck up in it, formulate a caper\n[02:43.41] Cause a nigga straight suffering from lack of having paper\n[02:45.96] My bitch fin' to have a bastard, see?\n[02:48.98] So I 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The D.A\n  start_ms: 249800\n  end_ms: 254830\n- text: Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court\n  start_ms: 254830\n  end_ms: 256640\n- text: Can the ho see me from here?\n  start_ms: 256640\n  end_ms: 258660\n- text: Can you see me, ho?\n  start_ms: 258660\n  end_ms: 261890\n- text: Picture me rollin'\n  start_ms: 261890\n  end_ms: 264590\n- text: And all you punk police, can you see me?\n  start_ms: 264590\n  end_ms: 267600\n- text: Am I clear to you?\n  start_ms: 267600\n  end_ms: 272000\n- text: Picture me rollin' nigga, legit\n  start_ms: 272000\n  end_ms: 276060\n- text: Free like O.J. all day\n  start_ms: 276060\n  end_ms: 279420\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 279420\n  end_ms: 282640\n- text: You can't stop me\n  start_ms: 282640\n  end_ms: 283590\n- text: You know I got my niggas up in this motherfucker\n  start_ms: 283590\n  end_ms: 284690\n- text: Manute, Pain, Syke,, Mopreme\n  start_ms: 284690\n  end_ms: 285730\n- text: It's sad dog, can you picture us rolling?\n  start_ms: 285730\n  end_ms: 288200\n- text: Can you see me ho?\n  start_ms: 288200\n  end_ms: 291860\n- text: Is y'all ready for me?\n  start_ms: 291860\n  end_ms: 296530\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 296530\n  end_ms: 303000\n- text: We up out this bitch\n  start_ms: 303000\n  end_ms: 305170\n- text: Any time y'all wanna see me again\n  start_ms: 305170\n  end_ms: 306790\n- text: Rewind this track right here, close your eyes\n  start_ms: 306790\n  end_ms: 308340\n- text: And picture me rollin...\n  start_ms: 308340\n  end_ms: 309600\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 309600\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, clear enough for ya?\n  Why you niggas look mad?\n  Y'all supposed to be happy I'm free!\n  Y'all niggas look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail\n  Ho bustas!\n\n  Picture me rolling in my 500 Benz\n  I got no love for these niggas, there's no need to be friends\n  They got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be telling\n  Know there's dope being sold, but I ain't the one selling\n  Don't want to be another number\n  I gotta puff a gang of weed to keep from going under\n  The federales wanna see me dead\n  Niggas put prices on my head\n  Now I got two Rottweilers by my bed, I feed 'em lead\n  Now I'm released, how will I live?\n  Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids?\n  One life to live, it's so hard to be positive\n  When niggas shooting at your crib\n  Mama, I'm still thuggin', the world is a war zone\n  My homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong\n  Full grown, finally a man, just scheming on ways\n  To put some green inside the palms of my empty hands\n  Just picture me rollin'\n  Flossing a Benz on rims that isn't stolen\n  My dreams is censored, my hopes are gone\n  I'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone\n  My nerves is wrecked, heart beating and my hands are swollen\n  Thinking of the G's I'll be holdin'\n  Picture me rollin'\n\n  Picture me rollin'\n  Picture me rollin'\n  Picture me, picture me rollin'\n  Picture me rollin'\n  Ooh wee\n\n  Can you see me now?\n  Move to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture\n  Can you see it?\n  Picture me rollin'\n  Yeah nigga!\n  Ay, but peep how my nigga Syke do it to you\n  Guess who's back?\n\n  I got ki's coming from overseas\n  Cost a nigga 200 G's\n  I'm a street commando, Nino for example\n  This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle\n  So I got to floss cause I'm more like a boss player\n  Thug, branded to be a women-layer\n  So many player haters, imitators steady swanging\n  Make me wanna start back banging\n  So I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed\n  Packing 40 Glocks, contain em or rearrange\n  All that jealousy and envy coming from my enemies\n  While I'm sipping on Remy\n  In front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam\n  '96 big body, sitting on chrome\n  As we head up out the zone, stone-facing is on\n  You can admire, but don't look too long\n  I'm living a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin'\n  It's hard to imagine\n  Picture me rollin'\n\n  Picture me rollin'\n\n  Picture, picture me rollin'\n  Picture me rollin'\n  Picture me rollin'\n  Picture me\n\n  I gots to get the fuck up in it, formulate a caper\n  Cause a nigga straight suffering from lack of having paper\n\n  My bitch fin' to have a bastard, see?\n  So I needs to hit a lick, drastically\n  I see some ballin' ass niggas, and they slippin' in my spot\n  And, uh, diggin' the plots (so what?)\n  Checking in the park, 'Pac\n\n  We caught em sleeping, he didn't peep you niggas creeping?\n  This how we do it every weekend\n\n  I dump for madness, it's time to count the profit\n  CPO, we got the bomb spot, nigga time to clock it\n  I get the liquor, and you could get the females\n  This crooked shit that we inflicting getting street sales\n\n  Move smooth as a motherfucker, me and my 9\n  I'm as cool as a motherfucker, I'ma get mine\n  Now we satisfied, got the pockets on swollen\n  Boss Hog and this 'Pac nigga: picture us rollin'\n\n  (Repeat 'till end)\n  Picture me rollin'\n\n  Is y'all ready for me?\n  Picture me rollin\" roll call\n  You know there's some muh'fuckers out there\n  I just could not forget about\n  I wanna make sure they can see me\n  Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities\n  All you bitch ass C.O.'s\n  Can you niggas see me from there?\n  Ballin' on y'all punk ass!\n  Picture me rollin', baby\n  Yeah, all them niggas up in them cell blocks\n  I told y'all niggas when I come home it's on\n  That's right nigga, picture me rollin'\n  Oh, I forgot! The D.A\n  Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court\n  Can the ho see me from here?\n  Can you see me, ho?\n  Picture me rollin'\n  And all you punk police, can you see me?\n  Am I clear to you?\n  Picture me rollin' nigga, legit\n  Free like O.J. all day\n  You can't stop me\n  You know I got my niggas up in this motherfucker\n  Manute, Pain, Syke,, Mopreme\n  It's sad dog, can you picture us rolling?\n  Can you see me ho?\n  Is y'all ready for me?\n  We up out this bitch\n  Any time y'all wanna see me again\n  Rewind this track right here, close your eyes\n  And picture me rollin...\n"},{"id":26124080,"name":"Picture Me Rollin' - CPO, Danny Ray, Syke, 2Pac","trackName":"Picture Me Rollin' - CPO, Danny Ray, Syke, 2Pac","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"2Pac - Greatest Hits","duration":314.906667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, clear enough for ya.\nWhy niggas look mad.\ny'all supposed to be happy I'm free.\nY'all look like you wanted me to stay in jail\nOld busters.\n\nPicture me rollin' in my 500 benz.\nI got no love for these niggas,\nThere's no need to be friends.\nThey got me under survailance.\nThat's what somebody be tellin' me.\nKnown as don't be insulted(?).\nbut I ain't the one tellin'.\nDon't want to be another number.\nI got a fuckin' gang of weed to keep from goin under.\nThe fedarones(?) wanna see me dead.\nNiggas put prices on my head.\nNow I got 2 rottwillers by me bed.\nI feed em lead.\nNow on release.\nHow will I live?\nWill God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did?\nTo feed kids.\nOne life to live.\nIt's so hard to be positive\nWhen niggas shootin at your crib.\nMama, I'm still thuggin'\nThe world is a war zone.\nMy homies is inmates\nAnd most of them dead grown\nFull grown, finally a man\nJust sceamin on ways to put some green inside the palms\nOf my empty hands.\nJust picture me rollin'.\nFlossin a benz on rims that isn't stolen.\nMy dreams is scensored.\nMy hopes are gone.\nI'm like a fiend that finally see when all the dope is gone.\nMy nerves is wrecked.\nHeart beatin' and my hands is swollen.\nThinkin of the G's I'll be holdin.\nPicture me rollin.\nCan you see me now\nMove to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture\nCan you see it?\nPictue me rollin.\nYeah nigga\nEh, but picture how my nigga Sak duke do it.\nGuess who's back?\n\nI got keys comin from overseas.\nCost a nigga 200 G's.\nI'm a street comando.\nNino for example.\nThis lavish lifestyle is hard to handle.\nSo I got to floss cuz I'm rollin like a boss playa.\nThug granted to be a women layer\nSo mny playa haters, imitaters steady swangin.\nMake me wanna start bank bangin.\nSo I'm caught up in the game.\nLet's go change.\nPackin 40 glocks.\nContain or rearrange.\nAll that jealousy and envy comin from my enemies\nWhile I'm sippin on green leaves(?)\nIn front of black lexuses, chevies on the roam.\n96 big bodies sittin on chrome\nAs we head up out the zone,\nStone facing is on.\nLooking at mine but don't look too long.\nI'm livin a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin.\nIt's hard to imagine.\nPicture me rollin.\n\nI gots to get the fuck up in.\nGoin to lay a caper.\nCuz a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper.\nMy bitch fin to have a bastard, see?\nSo I need to hit a lick, drastically.\nI see some bald head ass niggas and they slippin in my spot\nAnd, uh, diggin in the pots.\nCheck in the park, Pac.\n\nWe caught em sleepin.\nWe didn't think you niggas creepin.\nThis how we do it every weekend\nAnd I dump for madness(?)\nIt's time to count the profit.\nCPO, we got the bomb spot.\nNigga, time to clock it.\nI get the liquor and you could get the females.\nThis crooked shit can reinflict and get the street sales.\n\nMove smooth as a mother fucker, me and my 9.\nI'm cool as a mother fucker, I'm a get mine.\nNow we satisfied.\nGot the pockets on swollen.\nBoss hog and this Pac nigga.\nPicture us rollin.\n\nHeh, heh, heh.\nY'all ready for me?\nPicture me rollin roll call.\nYou know there's some mother fuckers out there\nI just could not forget about.\nI wanna make sure they can see me.\nNumber one on my list: Clinton Correctional Faciluties,\nAll you bitch asses.\nCan you niggas see me from there?\nBallin on all y'all punk ass.\nHeh, ha ha!\nPicture me rollin, baby.\nYeah, all you niggas up in them cell blocks,\nI told yall niggas when I come home it's on.\nThat's right nigga, picture me rollin\nOh, I forgot... the DA(district attorney)\nYeah, that bitch had alot to talk about in court.\nCan the ho see me from here?\nCan you see me, ho?\nPicture me rollin'.\nAnd all you punk police, can you see me?\nAm I clear to you?\nPicture me rollin' nigga, legit.\nFree like OJ all day\nYou can't stop me.\nYou know I got my niggas up in this mother fucker.\nNoope,?, Syke, Rollcall, Mopreme\nCan you picture us rollin?\nCan you see me ho?\nIs y'all ready for me .\nWe up out this bitch.\nAny time y'all wanna see me again,\nRewind this track right here, close your eyes\nAnd picture me rollin.","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.59] Yeah, clear enough for ya.\n[00:10.89] Why niggas look mad.\n[00:12.63] Y'all supposed to be happy I'm free.\n[00:14.40] Y'all look like you wanted me to stay in jail\n[00:18.06] Old busters.\n[00:19.99] Picture me rollin' in my 500 benz.\n[00:22.57] I got no love for these niggas,\n[00:23.59] There's no need to be friends.\n[00:25.34] They got me under survailance.\n[00:26.20] That's what somebody be tellin' me.\n[00:28.11] Known as don't be insulted(?).\n[00:29.09] But I ain't the one tellin'.\n[00:30.71] Don't want to be another number.\n[00:31.62] I got a fuckin' gang of weed to keep from goin under.\n[00:34.30] The fedarones(?) wanna see me dead.\n[00:36.24] Niggas put prices on my head.\n[00:37.96] Now I got 2 rottwillers by me bed.\n[00:39.70] I feed em lead.\n[00:40.62] Now on release.\n[00:41.52] How will I live?\n[00:42.55] Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did?\n[00:45.22] To feed kids.\n[00:46.16] One life to live.\n[00:47.00] It's so hard to be positive\n[00:47.89] When niggas shootin at your crib.\n[00:50.65] Mama, I'm still thuggin'\n[00:51.58] The world is a war zone.\n[00:53.39] My homies is inmates\n[00:54.15] And most of them dead grown\n[00:56.04] Full grown, finally a man\n[00:56.84] Just sceamin on ways to put some green inside the palms\n[01:00.54] Of my empty hands.\n[01:01.54] Just picture me rollin'.\n[01:02.48] Flossin a benz on rims that isn't stolen.\n[01:05.04] My dreams is scensored.\n[01:06.01] My hopes are gone.\n[01:06.97] I'm like a fiend that finally see when all the dope is gone.\n[01:09.52] My nerves is wrecked.\n[01:10.42] Heart beatin' and my hands is swollen.\n[01:12.34] Thinkin of the G's I'll be holdin.\n[01:14.26] Picture me rollin.\n[01:18.87] Can you see me now\n[01:20.69] Move to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture\n[01:23.38] Can you see it?\n[01:25.02] Pictue me rollin.\n[01:29.52] Yeah nigga\n[01:31.48] Eh, but picture how my nigga Sak duke do it.\n[01:33.28] Guess who's back?\n[01:34.90] I got keys comin from overseas.\n[01:35.80] Cost a nigga 200 G's.\n[01:40.56] I'm a street comando.\n[01:41.33] Nino for example.\n[01:43.26] This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle.\n[01:45.02] So I got to floss cuz I'm rollin like a boss playa.\n[01:47.65] Thug granted to be a women layer\n[01:49.45] So mny playa haters, imitaters steady swangin.\n[01:52.18] Make me wanna start bank bangin.\n[01:55.07] So I'm caught up in the game.\n[01:56.76] Let's go change.\n[01:57.77] Packin 40 glocks.\n[01:58.56] Contain or rearrange.\n[02:00.32] All that jealousy and envy comin from my enemies\n[02:03.11] While I'm sippin on green leaves(?)\n[02:04.85] In front of black lexuses, chevies on the roam.\n[02:07.64] 96 big bodies sittin on chrome\n[02:09.48] As we head up out the zone,\n[02:12.15] Stone facing is on.\n[02:12.99] Looking at mine but don't look too long.\n[02:14.82] I'm livin a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin.\n[02:18.38] It's hard to imagine.\n[02:19.33] Picture me rollin.\n[02:21.97] \n[02:39.28] I gots to get the fuck up in.\n[02:40.95] Goin to lay a caper.\n[02:42.83] Cuz a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper.\n[02:45.57] My bitch fin to have a bastard, see?\n[02:48.17] So I need to hit a lick, drastically.\n[02:50.95] I see some bald head ass niggas and they slippin in my spot\n[02:52.66] And, uh, diggin in the pots.\n[02:54.56] Check in the park, Pac.\n[02:56.25] We caught em sleepin.\n[02:57.16] We didn't think you niggas creepin.\n[02:58.12] This how we do it every weekend\n[02:59.99] And I dump for madness(?)\n[03:01.63] It's time to count the profit.\n[03:02.55] CPO, we got the bomb spot.\n[03:03.54] Nigga, time to clock it.\n[03:05.48] I get the liquor and you could get the females.\n[03:07.23] This crooked shit can reinflict and get the street sales.\n[03:09.92] Move smooth as a mother fucker, me and my 9.\n[03:12.54] I'm cool as a mother fucker, I'm a get mine.\n[03:15.20] Now we satisfied.\n[03:17.08] Got the pockets on swollen.\n[03:18.87] Boss hog and this Pac nigga.\n[03:20.72] Picture us rollin.\n[03:24.25] \n[03:32.43] Heh, heh, heh.\n[03:35.12] Y'all ready for me?\n[03:37.81] Picture me rollin roll call.\n[03:40.59] You know there's some mother fuckers out there\n[03:41.51] I just could not forget about.\n[03:43.23] I wanna make sure they can see me.\n[03:45.97] Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Faciluties,\n[03:48.65] All you bitch asses.\n[03:51.52] Can you niggas see me from there?\n[03:53.32] Ballin on all y'all punk ass.\n[03:55.18] Heh, ha ha!\n[03:55.99] Picture me rollin, baby.\n[03:58.80] Yeah, all you niggas up in them cell blocks,\n[04:01.53] I told yall niggas when I come home it's on.\n[04:04.26] That's right nigga, picture me rollin\n[04:10.56] Oh, I forgot... the DA(district attorney)\n[04:17.89] Yeah, that bitch had alot to talk about in court.\n[04:20.99] \n[04:23.23] Can the ho see me from here?\n[04:24.28] Can you see me, ho?\n[04:25.18] Picture me rollin'.\n[04:26.16] And all you punk police, can you see me?\n[04:27.83] Am I clear to you?\n[04:31.43] Picture me rollin' nigga, legit.\n[04:35.14] Free like OJ all day\n[04:37.07] You can't stop me.\n[04:41.55] You know I got my niggas up in this mother fucker.\n[04:43.40] Noope,?, Syke, Rollcall, Mopreme\n[04:49.78] Can you picture us rollin?\n[04:54.13] Can you see me ho?\n[04:57.87] Is y'all ready for me .\n[05:02.30] We up out this bitch.\n[05:04.17] Any time y'all wanna see me again,\n[05:07.68] Rewind this track right here, close your eyes\n[05:10.41] And picture me rollin.\n[05:11.22] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Picture Me Rollin' - CPO, Danny Ray, Syke, 2Pac\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: 2Pac - Greatest Hits\n  duration_ms: 314907\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, clear enough for ya.\n  start_ms: 4590\n  end_ms: 10890\n- text: Why niggas look mad.\n  start_ms: 10890\n  end_ms: 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 start_ms: 34300\n  end_ms: 36240\n- text: Niggas put prices on my head.\n  start_ms: 36240\n  end_ms: 37960\n- text: Now I got 2 rottwillers by me bed.\n  start_ms: 37960\n  end_ms: 39700\n- text: I feed em lead.\n  start_ms: 39700\n  end_ms: 40620\n- text: Now on release.\n  start_ms: 40620\n  end_ms: 41520\n- text: How will I live?\n  start_ms: 41520\n  end_ms: 42550\n- text: Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did?\n  start_ms: 42550\n  end_ms: 45220\n- text: To feed kids.\n  start_ms: 45220\n  end_ms: 46160\n- text: One life to live.\n  start_ms: 46160\n  end_ms: 47000\n- text: It's so hard to be positive\n  start_ms: 47000\n  end_ms: 47890\n- text: When niggas shootin at your crib.\n  start_ms: 47890\n  end_ms: 50650\n- text: Mama, I'm still thuggin'\n  start_ms: 50650\n  end_ms: 51580\n- text: The world is a war zone.\n  start_ms: 51580\n  end_ms: 53390\n- text: My homies is inmates\n  start_ms: 53390\n  end_ms: 54150\n- text: And most of them dead grown\n  start_ms: 54150\n  end_ms: 56040\n- text: Full grown, finally a man\n  start_ms: 56040\n  end_ms: 56840\n- text: Just sceamin on ways to put some green inside the palms\n  start_ms: 56840\n  end_ms: 60540\n- text: Of my empty hands.\n  start_ms: 60540\n  end_ms: 61540\n- text: Just picture me rollin'.\n  start_ms: 61540\n  end_ms: 62480\n- text: Flossin a benz on rims that isn't stolen.\n  start_ms: 62480\n  end_ms: 65040\n- text: My dreams is scensored.\n  start_ms: 65040\n  end_ms: 66010\n- text: My hopes are gone.\n  start_ms: 66010\n  end_ms: 66970\n- text: I'm like a fiend that finally see when all the dope is gone.\n  start_ms: 66970\n  end_ms: 69520\n- text: My nerves is wrecked.\n  start_ms: 69520\n  end_ms: 70420\n- text: Heart beatin' and my hands is swollen.\n  start_ms: 70420\n  end_ms: 72340\n- text: Thinkin of the G's I'll be holdin.\n  start_ms: 72340\n  end_ms: 74260\n- text: Picture me rollin.\n  start_ms: 74260\n  end_ms: 78870\n- text: Can you see me now\n  start_ms: 78870\n  end_ms: 80690\n- text: Move to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture\n  start_ms: 80690\n  end_ms: 83380\n- text: Can you see it?\n  start_ms: 83380\n  end_ms: 85020\n- text: Pictue me rollin.\n  start_ms: 85020\n  end_ms: 89520\n- text: Yeah nigga\n  start_ms: 89520\n  end_ms: 91480\n- text: Eh, but picture how my nigga Sak duke do it.\n  start_ms: 91480\n  end_ms: 93280\n- text: Guess who's back?\n  start_ms: 93280\n  end_ms: 94900\n- text: I got keys comin from overseas.\n  start_ms: 94900\n  end_ms: 95800\n- text: Cost a nigga 200 G's.\n  start_ms: 95800\n  end_ms: 100560\n- text: I'm a street comando.\n  start_ms: 100560\n  end_ms: 101330\n- text: Nino for example.\n  start_ms: 101330\n  end_ms: 103260\n- text: This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle.\n  start_ms: 103260\n  end_ms: 105020\n- text: So I got to floss cuz I'm rollin like a boss playa.\n  start_ms: 105020\n  end_ms: 107650\n- text: Thug granted to be a women layer\n  start_ms: 107650\n  end_ms: 109450\n- text: So mny playa haters, imitaters steady swangin.\n  start_ms: 109450\n  end_ms: 112180\n- text: Make me wanna start bank bangin.\n  start_ms: 112180\n  end_ms: 115070\n- text: So I'm caught up in the game.\n  start_ms: 115070\n  end_ms: 116760\n- text: Let's go change.\n  start_ms: 116760\n  end_ms: 117770\n- text: Packin 40 glocks.\n  start_ms: 117770\n  end_ms: 118560\n- text: Contain or rearrange.\n  start_ms: 118560\n  end_ms: 120320\n- text: All that jealousy and envy comin from my enemies\n  start_ms: 120320\n  end_ms: 123110\n- text: While I'm sippin on green leaves(?)\n  start_ms: 123110\n  end_ms: 124850\n- text: In front of black lexuses, chevies on the roam.\n  start_ms: 124850\n  end_ms: 127640\n- text: 96 big bodies sittin on chrome\n  start_ms: 127640\n  end_ms: 129480\n- text: As we head up out the zone,\n  start_ms: 129480\n  end_ms: 132150\n- text: Stone facing is on.\n  start_ms: 132150\n  end_ms: 132990\n- text: Looking at mine but don't look too long.\n  start_ms: 132990\n  end_ms: 134820\n- text: I'm livin a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin.\n  start_ms: 134820\n  end_ms: 138380\n- text: It's hard to imagine.\n  start_ms: 138380\n  end_ms: 139330\n- text: Picture me rollin.\n  start_ms: 139330\n  end_ms: 141970\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 141970\n  end_ms: 159280\n- text: I gots to get the fuck up in.\n  start_ms: 159280\n  end_ms: 160950\n- text: Goin to lay a caper.\n  start_ms: 160950\n  end_ms: 162830\n- text: Cuz a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper.\n  start_ms: 162830\n  end_ms: 165570\n- text: My bitch fin to have a bastard, see?\n  start_ms: 165570\n  end_ms: 168170\n- text: So I need to hit a lick, drastically.\n  start_ms: 168170\n  end_ms: 170950\n- text: I see some bald head ass niggas and they slippin in my spot\n  start_ms: 170950\n  end_ms: 172660\n- text: And, uh, diggin in the pots.\n  start_ms: 172660\n  end_ms: 174560\n- text: Check in the park, Pac.\n  start_ms: 174560\n  end_ms: 176250\n- text: We caught em sleepin.\n  start_ms: 176250\n  end_ms: 177160\n- text: We didn't think you niggas creepin.\n  start_ms: 177160\n  end_ms: 178120\n- text: This how we do it every weekend\n  start_ms: 178120\n  end_ms: 179990\n- text: And I dump for madness(?)\n  start_ms: 179990\n  end_ms: 181630\n- text: It's time to count the profit.\n  start_ms: 181630\n  end_ms: 182550\n- text: CPO, we got the bomb spot.\n  start_ms: 182550\n  end_ms: 183540\n- text: Nigga, time to clock it.\n  start_ms: 183540\n  end_ms: 185480\n- text: I get the liquor and you could get the females.\n  start_ms: 185480\n  end_ms: 187230\n- text: This crooked shit can reinflict and get the street sales.\n  start_ms: 187230\n  end_ms: 189920\n- text: Move smooth as a mother fucker, me and my 9.\n  start_ms: 189920\n  end_ms: 192540\n- text: I'm cool as a mother fucker, I'm a get mine.\n  start_ms: 192540\n  end_ms: 195200\n- text: Now we satisfied.\n  start_ms: 195200\n  end_ms: 197080\n- text: Got the pockets on swollen.\n  start_ms: 197080\n  end_ms: 198870\n- text: Boss hog and this Pac nigga.\n  start_ms: 198870\n  end_ms: 200720\n- text: Picture us rollin.\n  start_ms: 200720\n  end_ms: 204250\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 204250\n  end_ms: 212430\n- text: Heh, heh, heh.\n  start_ms: 212430\n  end_ms: 215120\n- text: Y'all ready for me?\n  start_ms: 215120\n  end_ms: 217810\n- text: Picture me rollin roll call.\n  start_ms: 217810\n  end_ms: 220590\n- text: You know there's some mother fuckers out there\n  start_ms: 220590\n  end_ms: 221510\n- text: I just could not forget about.\n  start_ms: 221510\n  end_ms: 223230\n- text: I wanna make sure they can see me.\n  start_ms: 223230\n  end_ms: 225970\n- text: 'Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Faciluties,'\n  start_ms: 225970\n  end_ms: 228650\n- text: All you bitch asses.\n  start_ms: 228650\n  end_ms: 231520\n- text: Can you niggas see me from there?\n  start_ms: 231520\n  end_ms: 233320\n- text: Ballin on all y'all punk ass.\n  start_ms: 233320\n  end_ms: 235180\n- text: Heh, ha ha!\n  start_ms: 235180\n  end_ms: 235990\n- text: Picture me rollin, baby.\n  start_ms: 235990\n  end_ms: 238800\n- text: Yeah, all you niggas up in them cell blocks,\n  start_ms: 238800\n  end_ms: 241530\n- text: I told yall niggas when I come home it's on.\n  start_ms: 241530\n  end_ms: 244260\n- text: That's right nigga, picture me rollin\n  start_ms: 244260\n  end_ms: 250560\n- text: Oh, I forgot... the DA(district attorney)\n  start_ms: 250560\n  end_ms: 257890\n- text: Yeah, that bitch had alot to talk about in court.\n  start_ms: 257890\n  end_ms: 260990\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 260990\n  end_ms: 263230\n- text: Can the ho see me from here?\n  start_ms: 263230\n  end_ms: 264280\n- text: Can you see me, ho?\n  start_ms: 264280\n  end_ms: 265180\n- text: Picture me rollin'.\n  start_ms: 265180\n  end_ms: 266160\n- text: And all you punk police, can you see me?\n  start_ms: 266160\n  end_ms: 267830\n- text: Am I clear to you?\n  start_ms: 267830\n  end_ms: 271430\n- text: Picture me rollin' nigga, legit.\n  start_ms: 271430\n  end_ms: 275140\n- text: Free like OJ all day\n  start_ms: 275140\n  end_ms: 277070\n- text: You can't stop me.\n  start_ms: 277070\n  end_ms: 281550\n- text: You know I got my niggas up in this mother fucker.\n  start_ms: 281550\n  end_ms: 283400\n- text: Noope,?, Syke, Rollcall, Mopreme\n  start_ms: 283400\n  end_ms: 289780\n- text: Can you picture us rollin?\n  start_ms: 289780\n  end_ms: 294130\n- text: Can you see me ho?\n  start_ms: 294130\n  end_ms: 297870\n- text: Is y'all ready for me .\n  start_ms: 297870\n  end_ms: 302300\n- text: We up out this bitch.\n  start_ms: 302300\n  end_ms: 304170\n- text: Any time y'all wanna see me again,\n  start_ms: 304170\n  end_ms: 307680\n- text: Rewind this track right here, close your eyes\n  start_ms: 307680\n  end_ms: 310410\n- text: And picture me rollin.\n  start_ms: 310410\n  end_ms: 311220\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 311220\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, clear enough for ya.\n  Why niggas look mad.\n  y'all supposed to be happy I'm free.\n  Y'all look like you wanted me to stay in jail\n  Old busters.\n\n  Picture me rollin' in my 500 benz.\n  I got no love for these niggas,\n  There's no need to be friends.\n  They got me under survailance.\n  That's what somebody be tellin' me.\n  Known as don't be insulted(?).\n  but I ain't the one tellin'.\n  Don't want to be another number.\n  I got a fuckin' gang of weed to keep from goin under.\n  The fedarones(?) wanna see me dead.\n  Niggas put prices on my head.\n  Now I got 2 rottwillers by me bed.\n  I feed em lead.\n  Now on release.\n  How will I live?\n  Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did?\n  To feed kids.\n  One life to live.\n  It's so hard to be positive\n  When niggas shootin at your crib.\n  Mama, I'm still thuggin'\n  The world is a war zone.\n  My homies is inmates\n  And most of them dead grown\n  Full grown, finally a man\n  Just sceamin on ways to put some green inside the palms\n  Of my empty hands.\n  Just picture me rollin'.\n  Flossin a benz on rims that isn't stolen.\n  My dreams is scensored.\n  My hopes are gone.\n  I'm like a fiend that finally see when all the dope is gone.\n  My nerves is wrecked.\n  Heart beatin' and my hands is swollen.\n  Thinkin of the G's I'll be holdin.\n  Picture me rollin.\n  Can you see me now\n  Move to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture\n  Can you see it?\n  Pictue me rollin.\n  Yeah nigga\n  Eh, but picture how my nigga Sak duke do it.\n  Guess who's back?\n\n  I got keys comin from overseas.\n  Cost a nigga 200 G's.\n  I'm a street comando.\n  Nino for example.\n  This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle.\n  So I got to floss cuz I'm rollin like a boss playa.\n  Thug granted to be a women layer\n  So mny playa haters, imitaters steady swangin.\n  Make me wanna start bank bangin.\n  So I'm caught up in the game.\n  Let's go change.\n  Packin 40 glocks.\n  Contain or rearrange.\n  All that jealousy and envy comin from my enemies\n  While I'm sippin on green leaves(?)\n  In front of black lexuses, chevies on the roam.\n  96 big bodies sittin on chrome\n  As we head up out the zone,\n  Stone facing is on.\n  Looking at mine but don't look too long.\n  I'm livin a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin.\n  It's hard to imagine.\n  Picture me rollin.\n\n  I gots to get the fuck up in.\n  Goin to lay a caper.\n  Cuz a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper.\n  My bitch fin to have a bastard, see?\n  So I need to hit a lick, drastically.\n  I see some bald head ass niggas and they slippin in my spot\n  And, uh, diggin in the pots.\n  Check in the park, Pac.\n\n  We caught em sleepin.\n  We didn't think you niggas creepin.\n  This how we do it every weekend\n  And I dump for madness(?)\n  It's time to count the profit.\n  CPO, we got the bomb spot.\n  Nigga, time to clock it.\n  I get the liquor and you could get the females.\n  This crooked shit can reinflict and get the street sales.\n\n  Move smooth as a mother fucker, me and my 9.\n  I'm cool as a mother fucker, I'm a get mine.\n  Now we satisfied.\n  Got the pockets on swollen.\n  Boss hog and this Pac nigga.\n  Picture us rollin.\n\n  Heh, heh, heh.\n  Y'all ready for me?\n  Picture me rollin roll call.\n  You know there's some mother fuckers out there\n  I just could not forget about.\n  I wanna make sure they can see me.\n  Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Faciluties,\n  All you bitch asses.\n  Can you niggas see me from there?\n  Ballin on all y'all punk ass.\n  Heh, ha ha!\n  Picture me rollin, baby.\n  Yeah, all you niggas up in them cell blocks,\n  I told yall niggas when I come home it's on.\n  That's right nigga, picture me rollin\n  Oh, I forgot... the DA(district attorney)\n  Yeah, that bitch had alot to talk about in court.\n  Can the ho see me from here?\n  Can you see me, ho?\n  Picture me rollin'.\n  And all you punk police, can you see me?\n  Am I clear to you?\n  Picture me rollin' nigga, legit.\n  Free like OJ all day\n  You can't stop me.\n  You know I got my niggas up in this mother fucker.\n  Noope,?, Syke, Rollcall, Mopreme\n  Can you picture us rollin?\n  Can you see me ho?\n  Is y'all ready for me .\n  We up out this bitch.\n  Any time y'all wanna see me again,\n  Rewind this track right here, close your eyes\n  And picture me rollin.\n"},{"id":12613003,"name":"21 - 2Pac - Picture Me Rollin'","trackName":"21 - 2Pac - Picture Me Rollin'","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"All Eyez On Me","duration":315.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, clear enough for ya? (alright)\nMy niggas look mad\nY'all supposed to be happy I'm free!\nY'all niggas look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail\nHo bustas!\n\nPicture me rollin' in my 500 Benz\nI got no love for these niggas, there's no need to be friends\nThey got me under surveillance\nThat's what somebody be tellin'\n\"Know there's dope bein' sold,\" but I ain't the one sellin'\nDon't want to be another number\nI gotta puff a gang of weed to keep from goin' under\nThe federales wanna see me dead\nNiggas put prices on my head\nNow I got two Rottweilers by my bed, I feed 'em lead\nNow I'm released, how will I live?\nWill God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids?\nOne life to live, it's so hard to be positive\nWhen niggas shootin' at your crib\nMama, I'm still thuggin', the world is a war zone\nMy homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong\nFull grown, finally a man, just schemin' on ways\nTo put some green inside the palms of my empty hands\nJust picture me rollin'\nFlossin' a Benz on rims that isn't stolen\nMy dreams is censored, my hopes are gone\nI'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone\nMy nerves is wrecked, heart beatin'\nAnd my hands are swollen\nThinkin' of the G's I'll be holdin'; picture me rollin'\n\nPicture me rollin'\nPicture me rollin'\nPicture me, picture me rollin'\nPicture me rollin'\nOoh wee\n\nCan you see me now?\nMove to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture\nCan you see it?\nPicture me rollin'\nYeah, nigga!\nAye, but peep how my nigga Syke do it to you\nGuess who's back?\n\nI got ki's comin' from overseas\nCost a nigga 200 G's\nI'm a street commando, Nino for example\nThis lavish lifestyle is hard to handle\nSo I got to floss 'cause I'm more like a boss player\nThug, branded to be a women-layer\nSo many player haters, imitators steady swangin'\nMake me wanna start back bangin'\nSo I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed\nPackin' 40 Glocks, contain 'em or rearrange\nAll that jealousy and envy comin' from my enemies\nWhile I'm sippin' on Rémy\nIn front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam\n'96 big body, sittin' on chrome\nAs we head up out the zone, stone-facin' is on\nYou can admire, but don't look too long\nI'm livin' a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin'\nIt's hard to imagine, picture me rollin'\n\nPicture me rollin'\nPicture, picture me rollin'\nPicture me rollin'\nPicture me rollin'\nPicture me\n\nI gots to get the fuck up in it, formulate a caper\n'Cause a nigga straight sufferin' from lack of havin' paper\nMy bitch fin' to have a bastard, see?\nSo I needs to hit a lick, drastically\nI see some ballin'-ass niggas, and they slippin' in my spot\nAnd, uh, diggin' the plots (so what?)\nCheckin' in the park, 'Pac\n\nWe caught him sleepin'\nHe didn't peep you niggas creepin'?\nThis how we do it every weekend\nI dump for madness, it's time to count the profit\nCPO, you got the bomb spot\nNigga, time to clock it\nI get the liquor, and you can get the females\nThis crooked shit that we inflictin', gettin' street sales\n\nMove smooth as a motherfucker, me and my 9\nI'm cool as a motherfucker, I'ma get mine\nNow we satisfied, got the pockets on swoll\nBoss Hogg and this 'Pac nigga, picture us rollin'\n\nPicture me rollin'\nPicture me\nPicture me rollin'\nPicture me rollin'\n\nIs y'all ready for me?\nPicture me rollin' roll call\nYou know there's some muh'fuckers out there\nI just could not forget about\nI wanna make sure they can see me\nNumber one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities\nAll you bitch-ass CO's\nCan you niggas see me from there?\nBallin' on y'all punk-ass!\nPicture me rollin', baby!\nYeah, all them niggas up in them cell blocks\nI told y'all niggas when I come home it's on\nThat's right, nigga, picture me rollin'\nOh, I forgot! The DA\nYeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court\nCan the ho see me from here?\nCan you see me, ho? Picture me rollin'\nAnd all you punk police, can you see me?\nAm I clear to you?\nPicture me rollin', nigga, legit\nFree like O.J. all day, you can't stop me\nYou know I got my niggas up in this motherfucker\nManute, Pain, Syke, Bogart, Mopreme\nIt's sad, dog, can you picture us rollin'?\nCan you see me, ho?\nIs y'all ready for me? We up out this bitch\nAny time y'all wanna see me again\nRewind this track right here\nClose your eyes and picture me rollin'","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.81] Yeah, clear enough for ya? (alright)\n[00:06.36] My niggas look mad\n[00:12.95] Y'all supposed to be happy I'm free!\n[00:14.76] Y'all niggas look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail\n[00:17.42] Ho bustas!\n[00:19.55] Picture me rollin' in my 500 Benz\n[00:22.73] I got no love for these niggas, there's no need to be friends\n[00:25.32] They got me under surveillance\n[00:26.94] That's what somebody be tellin'\n[00:28.20] \"Know there's dope bein' sold,\" but I ain't the one sellin'\n[00:30.90] Don't want to be another number\n[00:32.51] I gotta puff a gang of weed to keep from goin' under\n[00:35.42] The federales wanna see me dead\n[00:37.23] Niggas put prices on my head\n[00:38.89] Now I got two Rottweilers by my bed, I feed 'em lead\n[00:41.48] Now I'm released, how will I live?\n[00:43.07] Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids?\n[00:45.75] One life to live, it's so hard to be positive\n[00:48.20] When niggas shootin' at your crib\n[00:50.53] Mama, I'm still thuggin', the world is a war zone\n[00:53.24] My homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong\n[00:56.16] Full grown, finally a man, just schemin' on ways\n[00:58.69] To put some green inside the palms of my empty hands\n[01:01.08] Just picture me rollin'\n[01:02.80] Flossin' a Benz on rims that isn't stolen\n[01:05.30] My dreams is censored, my hopes are gone\n[01:08.16] I'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone\n[01:10.54] My nerves is wrecked, heart beatin'\n[01:12.69] And my hands are swollen\n[01:13.99] Thinkin' of the G's I'll be holdin'; picture me rollin'\n[01:15.53] Picture me rollin'\n[01:18.60] Picture me rollin'\n[01:22.36] Picture me, picture me rollin'\n[01:26.89] Picture me rollin'\n[01:30.77] Ooh wee\n[01:31.29] Can you see me now?\n[01:32.04] Move to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture\n[01:32.80] Can you see it?\n[01:33.61] Picture me rollin'\n[01:34.49] Yeah, nigga!\n[01:35.21] Aye, but peep how my nigga Syke do it to you\n[01:36.02] Guess who's back?\n[01:37.50] I got ki's comin' from overseas\n[01:38.33] Cost a nigga 200 G's\n[01:41.05] I'm a street commando, Nino for example\n[01:43.60] This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle\n[01:46.02] So I got to floss 'cause I'm more like a boss player\n[01:48.62] Thug, branded to be a women-layer\n[01:50.95] So many player haters, imitators steady swangin'\n[01:53.82] Make me wanna start back bangin'\n[01:55.96] So I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed\n[01:58.00] Packin' 40 Glocks, contain 'em or rearrange\n[02:00.99] All that jealousy and envy comin' from my enemies\n[02:03.85] While I'm sippin' on Rémy\n[02:06.08] In front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam\n[02:08.39] '96 big body, sittin' on chrome\n[02:10.45] As we head up out the zone, stone-facin' is on\n[02:13.04] You can admire, but don't look too long\n[02:15.14] I'm livin' a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin'\n[02:18.84] It's hard to imagine, picture me rollin'\n[02:24.04] Picture me rollin'\n[02:26.49] Picture, picture me rollin'\n[02:27.74] Picture me rollin'\n[02:31.92] Picture me rollin'\n[02:35.17] Picture me\n[02:36.13] I gots to get the fuck up in it, formulate a caper\n[02:43.52] 'Cause a nigga straight sufferin' from lack of havin' paper\n[02:46.44] My bitch fin' to have a bastard, see?\n[02:49.06] So I needs to hit a lick, drastically\n[02:51.17] I see some ballin'-ass niggas, and they slippin' in my spot\n[02:53.89] And, uh, diggin' the plots (so what?)\n[02:55.88] Checkin' in the park, 'Pac\n[02:56.62] We caught him sleepin'\n[02:57.92] He didn't peep you niggas creepin'?\n[02:59.58] This how we do it every weekend\n[03:01.08] I dump for madness, it's time to count the profit\n[03:03.90] CPO, you got the bomb spot\n[03:05.50] Nigga, time to clock it\n[03:06.66] I get the liquor, and you can get the females\n[03:08.73] This crooked shit that we inflictin', gettin' street sales\n[03:11.36] Move smooth as a motherfucker, me and my 9\n[03:13.72] I'm cool as a motherfucker, I'ma get mine\n[03:16.45] Now we satisfied, got the pockets on swoll\n[03:18.95] Boss Hogg and this 'Pac nigga, picture us rollin'\n[03:22.68] Picture me rollin'\n[03:27.77] Picture me\n[03:30.46] Picture me rollin'\n[03:32.57] Picture me rollin'\n[03:35.66] Is y'all ready for me?\n[03:38.52] Picture me rollin' roll call\n[03:40.81] You know there's some muh'fuckers out there\n[03:43.45] I just could not forget about\n[03:44.74] I wanna make sure they can see me\n[03:46.08] Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities\n[03:49.95] All you bitch-ass CO's\n[03:51.79] Can you niggas see me from there?\n[03:53.92] Ballin' on y'all punk-ass!\n[03:56.28] Picture me rollin', baby!\n[03:59.33] Yeah, all them niggas up in them cell blocks\n[04:02.68] I told y'all niggas when I come home it's on\n[04:05.55] That's right, nigga, picture me rollin'\n[04:09.93] Oh, I forgot! The DA\n[04:14.17] Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court\n[04:17.27] Can the ho see me from here?\n[04:20.65] Can you see me, ho? Picture me rollin'\n[04:22.16] And all you punk police, can you see me?\n[04:28.56] Am I clear to you?\n[04:31.45] Picture me rollin', nigga, legit\n[04:36.06] Free like O.J. all day, you can't stop me\n[04:39.32] You know I got my niggas up in this motherfucker\n[04:44.80] Manute, Pain, Syke, Bogart, Mopreme\n[04:48.63] It's sad, dog, can you picture us rollin'?\n[04:54.76] Can you see me, ho?\n[04:56.54] Is y'all ready for me? We up out this bitch\n[05:04.58] Any time y'all wanna see me again\n[05:07.43] Rewind this track right here\n[05:09.43] Close your eyes and picture me rollin'\n[05:11.97] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 21 - 2Pac - Picture Me Rollin'\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: All Eyez On Me\n  duration_ms: 315000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, clear enough for ya? 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(alright)\nMy niggas look mad\nY'all supposed to be happy I'm free!\nY'all niggas look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail\nHo bustas!\n\nPicture me rollin' in my 500 Benz\nI got no love for these niggas, there's no need to be friends\nThey got me under surveillance\nThat's what somebody be tellin'\n\"Know there's dope bein' sold,\" but I ain't the one sellin'\nDon't want to be another number\nI gotta puff a gang of weed to keep from goin' under\nThe federales wanna see me dead\nNiggas put prices on my head\nNow I got two Rottweilers by my bed, I feed 'em lead\nNow I'm released, how will I live?\nWill God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids?\nOne life to live, it's so hard to be positive\nWhen niggas shootin' at your crib\nMama, I'm still thuggin', the world is a war zone\nMy homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong\nFull grown, finally a man, just schemin' on ways\nTo put some green inside the palms of my empty hands\nJust picture me rollin'\nFlossin' a Benz on rims that isn't stolen\nMy dreams is censored, my hopes are gone\nI'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone\nMy nerves is wrecked, heart beatin'\nAnd my hands are swollen\nThinkin' of the G's I'll be holdin'; picture me rollin'\n\nPicture me rollin'\nPicture me rollin'\nPicture me, picture me rollin'\nPicture me rollin'\nOoh wee\n\nCan you see me now?\nMove to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture\nCan you see it?\nPicture me rollin'\nYeah, nigga!\nAye, but peep how my nigga Syke do it to you\nGuess who's back?\n\nI got ki's comin' from overseas\nCost a nigga 200 G's\nI'm a street commando, Nino for example\nThis lavish lifestyle is hard to handle\nSo I got to floss 'cause I'm more like a boss player\nThug, branded to be a women-layer\nSo many player haters, imitators steady swangin'\nMake me wanna start back bangin'\nSo I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed\nPackin' 40 Glocks, contain 'em or rearrange\nAll that jealousy and envy comin' from my enemies\nWhile I'm sippin' on Rémy\nIn front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam\n'96 big body, sittin' on chrome\nAs we head up out the zone, stone-facin' is on\nYou can admire, but don't look too long\nI'm livin' a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin'\nIt's hard to imagine, picture me rollin'\n\nPicture me rollin'\nPicture, picture me rollin'\nPicture me rollin'\nPicture me rollin'\nPicture me\n\nI gots to get the fuck up in it, formulate a caper\n'Cause a nigga straight sufferin' from lack of havin' paper\nMy bitch fin' to have a bastard, see?\nSo I needs to hit a lick, drastically\nI see some ballin'-ass niggas, and they slippin' in my spot\nAnd, uh, diggin' the plots (so what?)\nCheckin' in the park, 'Pac\n\nWe caught him sleepin'\nHe didn't peep you niggas creepin'?\nThis how we do it every weekend\nI dump for madness, it's time to count the profit\nCPO, you got the bomb spot\nNigga, time to clock it\nI get the liquor, and you can get the females\nThis crooked shit that we inflictin', gettin' street sales\n\nMove smooth as a motherfucker, me and my 9\nI'm cool as a motherfucker, I'ma get mine\nNow we satisfied, got the pockets on swoll\nBoss Hogg and this 'Pac nigga, picture us rollin'\n\nPicture me rollin'\nPicture me\nPicture me rollin'\nPicture me rollin'\n\nIs y'all ready for me?\nPicture me rollin' roll call\nYou know there's some muh'fuckers out there\nI just could not forget about\nI wanna make sure they can see me\nNumber one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities\nAll you bitch-ass CO's\nCan you niggas see me from there?\nBallin' on y'all punk-ass!\nPicture me rollin', baby!\nYeah, all them niggas up in them cell blocks\nI told y'all niggas when I come home it's on\nThat's right, nigga, picture me rollin'\nOh, I forgot! 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(alright)\n[00:06.36] My niggas look mad\n[00:12.95] Y'all supposed to be happy I'm free!\n[00:14.76] Y'all niggas look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail\n[00:17.42] Ho bustas!\n[00:19.55] Picture me rollin' in my 500 Benz\n[00:22.73] I got no love for these niggas, there's no need to be friends\n[00:25.32] They got me under surveillance\n[00:26.94] That's what somebody be tellin'\n[00:28.20] \"Know there's dope bein' sold,\" but I ain't the one sellin'\n[00:30.90] Don't want to be another number\n[00:32.51] I gotta puff a gang of weed to keep from goin' under\n[00:35.42] The federales wanna see me dead\n[00:37.23] Niggas put prices on my head\n[00:38.89] Now I got two Rottweilers by my bed, I feed 'em lead\n[00:41.48] Now I'm released, how will I live?\n[00:43.07] Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids?\n[00:45.75] One life to live, it's so hard to be positive\n[00:48.20] When niggas shootin' at your crib\n[00:50.53] Mama, I'm still thuggin', the world is a war zone\n[00:53.24] My homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong\n[00:56.16] Full grown, finally a man, just schemin' on ways\n[00:58.69] To put some green inside the palms of my empty hands\n[01:01.08] Just picture me rollin'\n[01:02.80] Flossin' a Benz on rims that isn't stolen\n[01:05.30] My dreams is censored, my hopes are gone\n[01:08.16] I'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone\n[01:10.54] My nerves is wrecked, heart beatin'\n[01:12.69] And my hands are swollen\n[01:13.99] Thinkin' of the G's I'll be holdin'; picture me rollin'\n[01:15.53] Picture me rollin'\n[01:18.60] Picture me rollin'\n[01:22.36] Picture me, picture me rollin'\n[01:26.89] Picture me rollin'\n[01:30.77] Ooh wee\n[01:31.29] Can you see me now?\n[01:32.04] Move to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture\n[01:32.80] Can you see it?\n[01:33.61] Picture me rollin'\n[01:34.49] Yeah, nigga!\n[01:35.21] Aye, but peep how my nigga Syke do it to you\n[01:36.02] Guess who's back?\n[01:37.50] I got ki's comin' from overseas\n[01:38.33] Cost a nigga 200 G's\n[01:41.05] I'm a street commando, Nino for example\n[01:43.60] This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle\n[01:46.02] So I got to floss 'cause I'm more like a boss player\n[01:48.62] Thug, branded to be a women-layer\n[01:50.95] So many player haters, imitators steady swangin'\n[01:53.82] Make me wanna start back bangin'\n[01:55.96] So I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed\n[01:58.00] Packin' 40 Glocks, contain 'em or rearrange\n[02:00.99] All that jealousy and envy comin' from my enemies\n[02:03.85] While I'm sippin' on Rémy\n[02:06.08] In front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam\n[02:08.39] '96 big body, sittin' on chrome\n[02:10.45] As we head up out the zone, stone-facin' is on\n[02:13.04] You can admire, but don't look too long\n[02:15.14] I'm livin' a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin'\n[02:18.84] It's hard to imagine, picture me rollin'\n[02:24.04] Picture me rollin'\n[02:26.49] Picture, picture me rollin'\n[02:27.74] Picture me rollin'\n[02:31.92] Picture me rollin'\n[02:35.17] Picture me\n[02:36.13] I gots to get the fuck up in it, formulate a caper\n[02:43.52] 'Cause a nigga straight sufferin' from lack of havin' paper\n[02:46.44] My bitch fin' to have a bastard, see?\n[02:49.06] So I needs to hit a lick, drastically\n[02:51.17] I see some ballin'-ass niggas, and they slippin' in my spot\n[02:53.89] And, uh, diggin' the plots (so what?)\n[02:55.88] Checkin' in the park, 'Pac\n[02:56.62] We caught him sleepin'\n[02:57.92] He didn't peep you niggas creepin'?\n[02:59.58] This how we do it every weekend\n[03:01.08] I dump for madness, it's time to count the profit\n[03:03.90] CPO, you got the bomb spot\n[03:05.50] Nigga, time to clock it\n[03:06.66] I get the liquor, and you can get the females\n[03:08.73] This crooked shit that we inflictin', gettin' street sales\n[03:11.36] Move smooth as a motherfucker, me and my 9\n[03:13.72] I'm cool as a motherfucker, I'ma get mine\n[03:16.45] Now we satisfied, got the pockets on swoll\n[03:18.95] Boss Hogg and this 'Pac nigga, picture us rollin'\n[03:22.68] Picture me rollin'\n[03:27.77] Picture me\n[03:30.46] Picture me rollin'\n[03:32.57] Picture me rollin'\n[03:35.66] Is y'all ready for me?\n[03:38.52] Picture me rollin' roll call\n[03:40.81] You know there's some muh'fuckers out there\n[03:43.45] I just could not forget about\n[03:44.74] I wanna make sure they can see me\n[03:46.08] Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities\n[03:49.95] All you bitch-ass CO's\n[03:51.79] Can you niggas see me from there?\n[03:53.92] Ballin' on y'all punk-ass!\n[03:56.28] Picture me rollin', baby!\n[03:59.33] Yeah, all them niggas up in them cell blocks\n[04:02.68] I told y'all niggas when I come home it's on\n[04:05.55] That's right, nigga, picture me rollin'\n[04:09.93] Oh, I forgot! The DA\n[04:14.17] Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court\n[04:17.27] Can the ho see me from here?\n[04:20.65] Can you see me, ho? Picture me rollin'\n[04:22.16] And all you punk police, can you see me?\n[04:28.56] Am I clear to you?\n[04:31.45] Picture me rollin', nigga, legit\n[04:36.06] Free like O.J. all day, you can't stop me\n[04:39.32] You know I got my niggas up in this motherfucker\n[04:44.80] Manute, Pain, Syke, Bogart, Mopreme\n[04:48.63] It's sad, dog, can you picture us rollin'?\n[04:54.76] Can you see me, ho?\n[04:56.54] Is y'all ready for me? We up out this bitch\n[05:04.58] Any time y'all wanna see me again\n[05:07.43] Rewind this track right here\n[05:09.43] Close your eyes and picture me rollin'\n[05:11.97] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Picture Me Rollin'\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: 2Pac Greatest Hits (Explicit Version)\n  duration_ms: 315000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, clear enough for ya? 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(alright)\n  My niggas look mad\n  Y'all supposed to be happy I'm free!\n  Y'all niggas look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail\n  Ho bustas!\n\n  Picture me rollin' in my 500 Benz\n  I got no love for these niggas, there's no need to be friends\n  They got me under surveillance\n  That's what somebody be tellin'\n  \"Know there's dope bein' sold,\" but I ain't the one sellin'\n  Don't want to be another number\n  I gotta puff a gang of weed to keep from goin' under\n  The federales wanna see me dead\n  Niggas put prices on my head\n  Now I got two Rottweilers by my bed, I feed 'em lead\n  Now I'm released, how will I live?\n  Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids?\n  One life to live, it's so hard to be positive\n  When niggas shootin' at your crib\n  Mama, I'm still thuggin', the world is a war zone\n  My homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong\n  Full grown, finally a man, just schemin' on ways\n  To put some green inside the palms of my empty hands\n  Just picture me rollin'\n  Flossin' a Benz on rims that isn't stolen\n  My dreams is censored, my hopes are gone\n  I'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone\n  My nerves is wrecked, heart beatin'\n  And my hands are swollen\n  Thinkin' of the G's I'll be holdin'; picture me rollin'\n\n  Picture me rollin'\n  Picture me rollin'\n  Picture me, picture me rollin'\n  Picture me rollin'\n  Ooh wee\n\n  Can you see me now?\n  Move to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture\n  Can you see it?\n  Picture me rollin'\n  Yeah, nigga!\n  Aye, but peep how my nigga Syke do it to you\n  Guess who's back?\n\n  I got ki's comin' from overseas\n  Cost a nigga 200 G's\n  I'm a street commando, Nino for example\n  This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle\n  So I got to floss 'cause I'm more like a boss player\n  Thug, branded to be a women-layer\n  So many player haters, imitators steady swangin'\n  Make me wanna start back bangin'\n  So I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed\n  Packin' 40 Glocks, contain 'em or rearrange\n  All that jealousy and envy comin' from my enemies\n  While I'm sippin' on Rémy\n  In front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam\n  '96 big body, sittin' on chrome\n  As we head up out the zone, stone-facin' is on\n  You can admire, but don't look too long\n  I'm livin' a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin'\n  It's hard to imagine, picture me rollin'\n\n  Picture me rollin'\n  Picture, picture me rollin'\n  Picture me rollin'\n  Picture me rollin'\n  Picture me\n\n  I gots to get the fuck up in it, formulate a caper\n  'Cause a nigga straight sufferin' from lack of havin' paper\n  My bitch fin' to have a bastard, see?\n  So I needs to hit a lick, drastically\n  I see some ballin'-ass niggas, and they slippin' in my spot\n  And, uh, diggin' the plots (so what?)\n  Checkin' in the park, 'Pac\n\n  We caught him sleepin'\n  He didn't peep you niggas creepin'?\n  This how we do it every weekend\n  I dump for madness, it's time to count the profit\n  CPO, you got the bomb spot\n  Nigga, time to clock it\n  I get the liquor, and you can get the females\n  This crooked shit that we inflictin', gettin' street sales\n\n  Move smooth as a motherfucker, me and my 9\n  I'm cool as a motherfucker, I'ma get mine\n  Now we satisfied, got the pockets on swoll\n  Boss Hogg and this 'Pac nigga, picture us rollin'\n\n  Picture me rollin'\n  Picture me\n  Picture me rollin'\n  Picture me rollin'\n\n  Is y'all ready for me?\n  Picture me rollin' roll call\n  You know there's some muh'fuckers out there\n  I just could not forget about\n  I wanna make sure they can see me\n  Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities\n  All you bitch-ass CO's\n  Can you niggas see me from there?\n  Ballin' on y'all punk-ass!\n  Picture me rollin', baby!\n  Yeah, all them niggas up in them cell blocks\n  I told y'all niggas when I come home it's on\n  That's right, nigga, picture me rollin'\n  Oh, I forgot! The DA\n  Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court\n  Can the ho see me from here?\n  Can you see me, ho? Picture me rollin'\n  And all you punk police, can you see me?\n  Am I clear to you?\n  Picture me rollin', nigga, legit\n  Free like O.J. all day, you can't stop me\n  You know I got my niggas up in this motherfucker\n  Manute, Pain, Syke, Bogart, Mopreme\n  It's sad, dog, can you picture us rollin'?\n  Can you see me, ho?\n  Is y'all ready for me? 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rollin'\n  Ooh wee\n\n  Can you see me now?\n  Move to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture\n  Can you see it?\n  Picture me rollin'\n  Yeah nigga!\n  Ay, but peep how my nigga Syke do it to you\n  Guess who's back?\n\n  I got ki's coming from overseas\n  Cost a nigga 200 G's\n  I'm a street commando, Nino for example\n  This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle\n  So I got to floss cause I'm more like a boss player\n  Thug, branded to be a women-layer\n  So many player haters, imitators steady swanging\n  Make me wanna start back banging\n  So I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed\n  Packing 40 Glocks, contain em or rearrange\n  All that jealousy and envy coming from my enemies\n  While I'm sipping on Remy\n  In front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam\n  '96 big body, sitting on chrome\n  As we head up out the zone, stone-facing is on\n  You can admire, but don't look too long\n  I'm living a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin'\n  It's hard to 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(Repeat 'till end)\n  Picture me rollin'\n\n  Is y'all ready for me?\n  Picture me rollin\" roll call\n  You know there's some muh'fuckers out there\n  I just could not forget about\n  I wanna make sure they can see me\n  Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities\n  All you bitch ass C.O.'s\n  Can you niggas see me from there?\n  Ballin' on y'all punk ass!\n  Picture me rollin', baby\n  Yeah, all them niggas up in them cell blocks\n  I told y'all niggas when I come home it's on\n  That's right nigga, picture me rollin'\n  Oh, I forgot! The D.A\n  Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court\n  Can the ho see me from here?\n  Can you see me, ho?\n  Picture me rollin'\n  And all you punk police, can you see me?\n  Am I clear to you?\n  Picture me rollin' nigga, legit\n  Free like O.J. all day\n  You can't stop me\n  You know I got my niggas up in this motherfucker\n  Manute, Pain, Syke,, Mopreme\n  It's sad dog, can you picture us rolling?\n  Can you see me ho?\n  Is y'all ready for me?\n  We up out this bitch\n  Any time y'all wanna see me again\n  Rewind this track right here, close your eyes\n  And picture me rollin...\n"},{"id":23091314,"name":"Picture Me Rollin'","trackName":"Picture Me Rollin'","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"2Pac: The Vault / Vol. III: Classics","duration":314.804708,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, clear enough for ya?\nWhy you niggas look mad?\nY'all supposed to be happy I'm free!\nY'all niggas look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail\nHo bustas!\n\nPicture me rolling in my 500 Benz\nI got no love for these niggas, there's no need to be friends\nThey got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be telling\nKnow there's dope being sold, but I ain't the one selling\nDon't want to be another number\nI gotta puff a gang of weed to keep from going under\nThe federales wanna see me dead\nNiggas put prices on my head\nNow I got two Rottweilers by my bed, I feed 'em lead\nNow I'm released, how will I live?\nWill God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids?\nOne life to live, it's so hard to be positive\nWhen niggas shooting at your crib\nMama, I'm still thuggin', the world is a war zone\nMy homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong\nFull grown, finally a man, just scheming on ways\nTo put some green inside the palms of my empty hands\nJust picture me rollin'\nFlossing a Benz on rims that isn't stolen\nMy dreams is censored, my hopes are gone\nI'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone\nMy nerves is wrecked, heart beating and my hands are swollen\nThinking of the G's I'll be holdin'\nPicture me rollin'\n\nPicture me rollin'\nPicture me rollin'\nPicture me, picture me rollin'\nPicture me rollin'\nOoh wee\n\nCan you see me now?\nMove to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture\nCan you see it?\nPicture me rollin'\nYeah nigga!\nAy, but peep how my nigga Syke do it to you\nGuess who's back?\n\nI got ki's coming from overseas\nCost a nigga 200 G's\nI'm a street commando, Nino for example\nThis lavish lifestyle is hard to handle\nSo I got to floss cause I'm more like a boss player\nThug, branded to be a women-layer\nSo many player haters, imitators steady swanging\nMake me wanna start back banging\nSo I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed\nPacking 40 Glocks, contain em or rearrange\nAll that jealousy and envy coming from my enemies\nWhile I'm sipping on Remy\nIn front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam\n'96 big body, sitting on chrome\nAs we head up out the zone, stone-facing is on\nYou can admire, but don't look too long\nI'm living a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin'\nIt's hard to imagine\nPicture me rollin'\n\nPicture me rollin'\n\nPicture, picture me rollin'\nPicture me rollin'\nPicture me rollin'\nPicture me\n\nI gots to get the fuck up in it, formulate a caper\nCause a nigga straight suffering from lack of having paper\n\nMy bitch fin' to have a bastard, see?\nSo I needs to hit a lick, drastically\nI see some ballin' ass niggas, and they slippin' in my spot\nAnd, uh, diggin' the plots (so what?)\nChecking in the park, 'Pac\n\nWe caught em sleeping, he didn't peep you niggas creeping?\nThis how we do it every weekend\n\nI dump for madness, it's time to count the profit\nCPO, we got the bomb spot, nigga time to clock it\nI get the liquor, and you could get the females\nThis crooked shit that we inflicting getting street sales\n\nMove smooth as a motherfucker, me and my 9\nI'm as cool as a motherfucker, I'ma get mine\nNow we satisfied, got the pockets on swollen\nBoss Hog and this 'Pac nigga: picture us rollin'\n\n(Repeat 'till end)\nPicture me rollin'\n\nIs y'all ready for me?\nPicture me rollin\" roll call\nYou know there's some muh'fuckers out there\nI just could not forget about\nI wanna make sure they can see me\nNumber one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities\nAll you bitch ass C.O.'s\nCan you niggas see me from there?\nBallin' on y'all punk ass!\nPicture me rollin', baby\nYeah, all them niggas up in them cell blocks\nI told y'all niggas when I come home it's on\nThat's right nigga, picture me rollin'\nOh, I forgot! The D.A\nYeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court\nCan the ho see me from here?\nCan you see me, ho?\nPicture me rollin'\nAnd all you punk police, can you see me?\nAm I clear to you?\nPicture me rollin' nigga, legit\nFree like O.J. all day\nYou can't stop me\nYou know I got my niggas up in this motherfucker\nManute, Pain, Syke,, Mopreme\nIt's sad dog, can you picture us rolling?\nCan you see me ho?\nIs y'all ready for me?\nWe up out this bitch\nAny time y'all wanna see me again\nRewind this track right here, close your eyes\nAnd picture me rollin...","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.61] Yeah, clear enough for ya?\n[00:09.49] Why you niggas look mad?\n[00:12.37] Y'all supposed to be happy I'm free!\n[00:14.59] Y'all niggas look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail\n[00:16.61] Ho bustas!\n[00:18.10] Picture me rolling in my 500 Benz\n[00:22.22] I got no love for these niggas, there's no need to be friends\n[00:25.49] They got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be 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muh'fuckers out there\n[03:42.84] I just could not forget about\n[03:44.50] I wanna make sure they can see me\n[03:45.70] Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities\n[03:48.51] All you bitch ass C.O.'s\n[03:50.72] Can you niggas see me from there?\n[03:53.33] Ballin' on y'all punk ass!\n[03:55.79] Picture me rollin', baby\n[03:58.38] Yeah, all them niggas up in them cell blocks\n[04:01.97] I told y'all niggas when I come home it's on\n[04:04.45] That's right nigga, picture me rollin'\n[04:09.80] Oh, I forgot! The D.A\n[04:14.83] Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court\n[04:16.64] Can the ho see me from here?\n[04:18.66] Can you see me, ho?\n[04:21.89] Picture me rollin'\n[04:24.59] And all you punk police, can you see me?\n[04:27.60] Am I clear to you?\n[04:32.00] Picture me rollin' nigga, legit\n[04:36.06] Free like O.J. all day\n[04:39.42] \n[04:42.64] You can't stop me\n[04:43.59] You know I got my niggas up in this motherfucker\n[04:44.69] Manute, Pain, Syke,, Mopreme\n[04:45.73] It's sad dog, can you picture us rolling?\n[04:48.20] Can you see me ho?\n[04:51.86] Is y'all ready for me?\n[04:56.53] \n[05:03.00] We up out this bitch\n[05:05.17] Any time y'all wanna see me again\n[05:06.79] Rewind this track right here, close your eyes\n[05:08.34] And picture me rollin...\n[05:09.60] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Picture Me Rollin'\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: '2Pac: The Vault / Vol. III: Classics'\n  duration_ms: 314805\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 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The D.A\n  start_ms: 249800\n  end_ms: 254830\n- text: Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court\n  start_ms: 254830\n  end_ms: 256640\n- text: Can the ho see me from here?\n  start_ms: 256640\n  end_ms: 258660\n- text: Can you see me, ho?\n  start_ms: 258660\n  end_ms: 261890\n- text: Picture me rollin'\n  start_ms: 261890\n  end_ms: 264590\n- text: And all you punk police, can you see me?\n  start_ms: 264590\n  end_ms: 267600\n- text: Am I clear to you?\n  start_ms: 267600\n  end_ms: 272000\n- text: Picture me rollin' nigga, legit\n  start_ms: 272000\n  end_ms: 276060\n- text: Free like O.J. all day\n  start_ms: 276060\n  end_ms: 279420\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 279420\n  end_ms: 282640\n- text: You can't stop me\n  start_ms: 282640\n  end_ms: 283590\n- text: You know I got my niggas up in this motherfucker\n  start_ms: 283590\n  end_ms: 284690\n- text: Manute, Pain, Syke,, Mopreme\n  start_ms: 284690\n  end_ms: 285730\n- text: It's sad dog, can you picture us rolling?\n  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another number\n  I gotta puff a gang of weed to keep from going under\n  The federales wanna see me dead\n  Niggas put prices on my head\n  Now I got two Rottweilers by my bed, I feed 'em lead\n  Now I'm released, how will I live?\n  Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids?\n  One life to live, it's so hard to be positive\n  When niggas shooting at your crib\n  Mama, I'm still thuggin', the world is a war zone\n  My homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong\n  Full grown, finally a man, just scheming on ways\n  To put some green inside the palms of my empty hands\n  Just picture me rollin'\n  Flossing a Benz on rims that isn't stolen\n  My dreams is censored, my hopes are gone\n  I'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone\n  My nerves is wrecked, heart beating and my hands are swollen\n  Thinking of the G's I'll be holdin'\n  Picture me rollin'\n\n  Picture me rollin'\n  Picture me rollin'\n  Picture me, picture me rollin'\n  Picture me rollin'\n  Ooh wee\n\n  Can you see me now?\n  Move to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture\n  Can you see it?\n  Picture me rollin'\n  Yeah nigga!\n  Ay, but peep how my nigga Syke do it to you\n  Guess who's back?\n\n  I got ki's coming from overseas\n  Cost a nigga 200 G's\n  I'm a street commando, Nino for example\n  This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle\n  So I got to floss cause I'm more like a boss player\n  Thug, branded to be a women-layer\n  So many player haters, imitators steady swanging\n  Make me wanna start back banging\n  So I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed\n  Packing 40 Glocks, contain em or rearrange\n  All that jealousy and envy coming from my enemies\n  While I'm sipping on Remy\n  In front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam\n  '96 big body, sitting on chrome\n  As we head up out the zone, stone-facing is on\n  You can admire, but don't look too long\n  I'm living a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin'\n  It's hard to imagine\n  Picture me rollin'\n\n  Picture me rollin'\n\n  Picture, picture me rollin'\n  Picture me rollin'\n  Picture me rollin'\n  Picture me\n\n  I gots to get the fuck up in it, formulate a caper\n  Cause a nigga straight suffering from lack of having paper\n\n  My bitch fin' to have a bastard, see?\n  So I needs to hit a lick, drastically\n  I see some ballin' ass niggas, and they slippin' in my spot\n  And, uh, diggin' the plots (so what?)\n  Checking in the park, 'Pac\n\n  We caught em sleeping, he didn't peep you niggas creeping?\n  This how we do it every weekend\n\n  I dump for madness, it's time to count the profit\n  CPO, we got the bomb spot, nigga time to clock it\n  I get the liquor, and you could get the females\n  This crooked shit that we inflicting getting street sales\n\n  Move smooth as a motherfucker, me and my 9\n  I'm as cool as a motherfucker, I'ma get mine\n  Now we satisfied, got the pockets on swollen\n  Boss Hog and this 'Pac nigga: picture us rollin'\n\n  (Repeat 'till end)\n  Picture me rollin'\n\n  Is y'all ready for me?\n  Picture me rollin\" roll call\n  You know there's some muh'fuckers out there\n  I just could not forget about\n  I wanna make sure they can see me\n  Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities\n  All you bitch ass C.O.'s\n  Can you niggas see me from there?\n  Ballin' on y'all punk ass!\n  Picture me rollin', baby\n  Yeah, all them niggas up in them cell blocks\n  I told y'all niggas when I come home it's on\n  That's right nigga, picture me rollin'\n  Oh, I forgot! The D.A\n  Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court\n  Can the ho see me from here?\n  Can you see me, ho?\n  Picture me rollin'\n  And all you punk police, can you see me?\n  Am I clear to you?\n  Picture me rollin' nigga, legit\n  Free like O.J. all day\n  You can't stop me\n  You know I got my niggas up in this motherfucker\n  Manute, Pain, Syke,, Mopreme\n  It's sad dog, can you picture us rolling?\n  Can you see me ho?\n  Is y'all ready for me?\n  We up out this bitch\n  Any time y'all wanna see me again\n  Rewind this track right here, close your eyes\n  And picture me rollin...\n"},{"id":26052826,"name":"Picture Me Rollin'","trackName":"Picture Me Rollin'","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"2Pac - Greatest Hits (2 of 2)","duration":315.828438,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, clear enough for ya?\nWhy you niggas look mad?\nY'all supposed to be happy I'm free!\nY'all niggas look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail\nHo bustas!\n\nPicture me rolling in my 500 Benz\nI got no love for these niggas, there's no need to be friends\nThey got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be telling\nKnow there's dope being sold, but I ain't the one selling\nDon't want to be another number\nI gotta puff a gang of weed to keep from going under\nThe federales wanna see me dead\nNiggas put prices on my head\nNow I got two Rottweilers by my bed, I feed 'em lead\nNow I'm released, how will I live?\nWill God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids?\nOne life to live, it's so hard to be positive\nWhen niggas shooting at your crib\nMama, I'm still thuggin', the world is a war zone\nMy homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong\nFull grown, finally a man, just scheming on ways\nTo put some green inside the palms of my empty hands\nJust picture me rollin'\nFlossing a Benz on rims that isn't stolen\nMy dreams is censored, my hopes are gone\nI'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone\nMy nerves is wrecked, heart beating and my hands are swollen\nThinking of the G's I'll be holdin'\nPicture me rollin'\n\nPicture me rollin'\nPicture me rollin'\nPicture me, picture me rollin'\nPicture me rollin'\nOoh wee\n\nCan you see me now?\nMove to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture\nCan you see it?\nPicture me rollin'\nYeah nigga!\nAy, but peep how my nigga Syke do it to you\nGuess who's back?\n\nI got ki's coming from overseas\nCost a nigga 200 G's\nI'm a street commando, Nino for example\nThis lavish lifestyle is hard to handle\nSo I got to floss cause I'm more like a boss player\nThug, branded to be a women-layer\nSo many player haters, imitators steady swanging\nMake me wanna start back banging\nSo I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed\nPacking 40 Glocks, contain em or rearrange\nAll that jealousy and envy coming from my enemies\nWhile I'm sipping on Remy\nIn front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam\n'96 big body, sitting on chrome\nAs we head up out the zone, stone-facing is on\nYou can admire, but don't look too long\nI'm living a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin'\nIt's hard to imagine\nPicture me rollin'\n\nPicture me rollin'\n\nPicture, picture me rollin'\nPicture me rollin'\nPicture me rollin'\nPicture me\n\nI gots to get the fuck up in it, formulate a caper\nCause a nigga straight suffering from lack of having paper\n\nMy bitch fin' to have a bastard, see?\nSo I needs to hit a lick, drastically\nI see some ballin' ass niggas, and they slippin' in my spot\nAnd, uh, diggin' the plots (so what?)\nChecking in the park, 'Pac\n\nWe caught em sleeping, he didn't peep you niggas creeping?\nThis how we do it every weekend\n\nI dump for madness, it's time to count the profit\nCPO, we got the bomb spot, nigga time to clock it\nI get the liquor, and you could get the females\nThis crooked shit that we inflicting getting street sales\n\nMove smooth as a motherfucker, me and my 9\nI'm as cool as a motherfucker, I'ma get mine\nNow we satisfied, got the pockets on swollen\nBoss Hog and this 'Pac nigga: picture us rollin'\n\n(Repeat 'till end)\nPicture me rollin'\n\nIs y'all ready for me?\nPicture me rollin\" roll call\nYou know there's some muh'fuckers out there\nI just could not forget about\nI wanna make sure they can see me\nNumber one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities\nAll you bitch ass C.O.'s\nCan you niggas see me from there?\nBallin' on y'all punk ass!\nPicture me rollin', baby\nYeah, all them niggas up in them cell blocks\nI told y'all niggas when I come home it's on\nThat's right nigga, picture me rollin'\nOh, I forgot! The D.A\nYeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court\nCan the ho see me from here?\nCan you see me, ho?\nPicture me rollin'\nAnd all you punk police, can you see me?\nAm I clear to you?\nPicture me rollin' nigga, legit\nFree like O.J. all day\nYou can't stop me\nYou know I got my niggas up in this motherfucker\nManute, Pain, Syke,, Mopreme\nIt's sad dog, can you picture us rolling?\nCan you see me ho?\nIs y'all ready for me?\nWe up out this bitch\nAny time y'all wanna see me again\nRewind this track right here, close your eyes\nAnd picture me rollin...","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.61] Yeah, clear enough for ya?\n[00:09.49] Why you niggas look mad?\n[00:12.37] Y'all supposed to be happy I'm free!\n[00:14.59] Y'all niggas look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail\n[00:16.61] Ho bustas!\n[00:18.10] Picture me rolling in my 500 Benz\n[00:22.22] I got no love for these niggas, there's no need to be friends\n[00:25.49] They got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be telling\n[00:27.76] Know there's dope being sold, but I ain't the one selling\n[00:30.62] Don't want to be another number\n[00:32.43] I gotta puff a gang of weed to keep from going under\n[00:35.35] The federales wanna see me dead\n[00:37.40] Niggas put prices on my head\n[00:40.01] Now I got two Rottweilers by my bed, I feed 'em lead\n[00:41.94] Now I'm released, how will I live?\n[00:45.50] Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids?\n[00:48.44] One life to live, it's so hard to be positive\n[00:49.12] When niggas shooting at your crib\n[00:50.57] Mama, I'm still thuggin', the world is a war zone\n[00:53.11] My homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong\n[00:55.93] Full grown, finally a man, just scheming on ways\n[00:58.72] To put some green inside the palms of my empty hands\n[01:00.83] Just picture me rollin'\n[01:03.31] Flossing a Benz on rims that isn't stolen\n[01:05.34] My dreams is censored, my hopes are gone\n[01:07.59] I'm like a fiend that finally 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swanging\n[01:53.21] Make me wanna start back banging\n[01:55.93] So I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed\n[01:58.16] Packing 40 Glocks, contain em or rearrange\n[02:01.35] All that jealousy and envy coming from my enemies\n[02:03.75] While I'm sipping on Remy\n[02:05.70] In front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam\n[02:08.06] '96 big body, sitting on chrome\n[02:10.61] As we head up out the zone, stone-facing is on\n[02:12.70] You can admire, but don't look too long\n[02:15.47] I'm living a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin'\n[02:18.38] It's hard to imagine\n[02:20.47] Picture me rollin'\n[02:23.92] Picture me rollin'\n[02:25.62] Picture, picture me rollin'\n[02:28.25] \n[02:31.07] Picture me rollin'\n[02:32.86] Picture me rollin'\n[02:34.54] Picture me\n[02:37.44] \n[02:40.76] I gots to get the fuck up in it, formulate a caper\n[02:43.41] Cause a nigga straight suffering from lack of having paper\n[02:45.96] My bitch fin' to have a bastard, see?\n[02:48.98] So I needs to hit a lick, drastically\n[02:51.46] I see some ballin' ass niggas, and they slippin' in my spot\n[02:53.55] And, uh, diggin' the plots (so what?)\n[02:55.73] Checking in the park, 'Pac\n[02:57.54] We caught em sleeping, he didn't peep you niggas creeping?\n[03:01.20] This how we do it every weekend\n[03:02.48] I dump for madness, it's time to count the profit\n[03:03.44] CPO, we got the bomb spot, nigga time to clock it\n[03:05.29] I get the liquor, and you could get the females\n[03:07.73] This crooked shit that we inflicting getting street sales\n[03:10.78] Move smooth as a motherfucker, me and my 9\n[03:13.41] I'm as cool as a motherfucker, I'ma get mine\n[03:15.76] Now we satisfied, got the pockets on swollen\n[03:18.35] Boss Hog and this 'Pac nigga: picture us rollin'\n[03:21.76] (Repeat 'till end)\n[03:24.59] \n[03:29.62] Picture me rollin'\n[03:32.07] \n[03:36.85] Is y'all ready for me?\n[03:39.23] Picture me rollin\" roll call\n[03:41.32] You know there's some muh'fuckers out there\n[03:42.84] I just could not forget about\n[03:44.50] I wanna make sure they can see me\n[03:45.70] Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities\n[03:48.51] All you bitch ass C.O.'s\n[03:50.72] Can you niggas see me from there?\n[03:53.33] Ballin' on y'all punk ass!\n[03:55.79] Picture me rollin', baby\n[03:58.38] Yeah, all them niggas up in them cell blocks\n[04:01.97] I told y'all niggas when I come home it's on\n[04:04.45] That's right nigga, picture me rollin'\n[04:09.80] Oh, I forgot! The D.A\n[04:14.83] Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court\n[04:16.64] Can the ho see me from here?\n[04:18.66] Can you see me, ho?\n[04:21.89] Picture me rollin'\n[04:24.59] And all you punk police, can you see me?\n[04:27.60] Am I clear to you?\n[04:32.00] Picture me rollin' nigga, legit\n[04:36.06] Free like O.J. all day\n[04:39.42] \n[04:42.64] You can't stop me\n[04:43.59] You know I got my niggas up in this motherfucker\n[04:44.69] Manute, Pain, Syke,, Mopreme\n[04:45.73] It's sad dog, can you picture us rolling?\n[04:48.20] Can you see me ho?\n[04:51.86] Is y'all ready for me?\n[04:56.53] \n[05:03.00] We up out this bitch\n[05:05.17] Any time y'all wanna see me again\n[05:06.79] Rewind this track right here, close your eyes\n[05:08.34] And picture me rollin...\n[05:09.60] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Picture Me Rollin'\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: 2Pac - Greatest Hits (2 of 2)\n  duration_ms: 315828\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, 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(Alright)\nY'all supposed to be happy I'm free\nY'all niggas look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail\nHo' bustas!\n\nPicture me rollin' in my 500 Benz\nI got no love for these niggas, there's no need to be friends\nThey got me under surveillance, I swear somebody be tellin'\nKnow there's dope bein' sold, but I ain't the one sellin'\nDon't want to be another number\nI gotta puff a gang of weed to keep from goin' under\nThe federales wanna see me dead, niggas put prices on my head\nNow I got two Rottweilers by my bed, I feed 'em lead\n\nNow I'm released, how will I live?\nWill God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids?\nOne life to live, it's so hard to be positive\nWhen niggas shootin' at your crib\nMama, I'm still thuggin', the world is a war zone\nMy homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong\nFull-grown, finally a man, just schemin' on ways\nTo put some green inside the palms of my empty hands\n\nJust picture me rollin'\nFlossin' a Benz on rims that isn't stolen\nMy dreams is censored, my hopes are gone\nI'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone\nMy nerves is wrecked, heart beatin'\nAnd my hands are swollen\nThinkin' of the G's I'll be holdin', picture me rollin'\n\nPicture me rollin' (can you see me now?)\nPicture me rollin' (move to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture)\nPicture me (can you see it?)\nPicture me rollin'\nPicture me rollin' (yeah, nigga)\nAy, but, peep, how my nigga, Syke, do it to you?\nOoh-wee (guess who's back?)\n\nI got keys comin' from overseas\nCost a nigga 200 Gs\nI'm a street commando, Nino for example\nThis lavish lifestyle is hard to handle\nSo I got to floss, 'cause I'm more like a boss player\nThug, branded to be a women-layer\nSo many player haters, imitators steady swangin'\nMake me wanna start back bangin'\n\nSo I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed\nPackin' 40 Glocks, contain 'em or rearrange (picture me rolling)\nAll that jealousy and envy comin' from my enemies\nWhile I'm sippin' on Rémy\nIn front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam (oh)\n'96 big body, sittin' on chrome (oh)\nAs we head up out the zone, stone-facin' is on\nYou can admire, but don't look too long\nI'm livin' a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin'\nIt's hard to imagine, picture me rollin'\n\nPicture me rollin'\nPicture, picture me rollin', rollin'\nPicture me rollin'\nOh, really, picture me rollin'\nPicture me, yeah\n\nI gots to get the fuck up in it (what?), Formulate a caper (caper)\n'Cause a nigga straight sufferin' from lack of havin' paper (paper)\nMy bitch finna have a bastard, see?\nSo I needs to hit a lick, drastically\nI see some ballin'-ass niggas, and they slippin' in my spot\nAnd, uh, diggin' the plots (so what?)\nCheckin' in the park, 'Pac (uh-huh?)\n\nWe caught him sleepin'\nHe didn't peep, you niggas creepin'?\nThis how we do it every weekend\nI dump for the madness, it's time to count the profit\nCPO, you got the bomb spot\nNigga, time to clock it (uh-huh? Picture me rollin')\nI get the liquor, and you can get the females\nThis crooked shit that we inflictin', gettin' street sales\n\nMove smooth as a motherfucker, me and my nine\nI'm cool as a motherfucker, I'ma get mine\nNow we satisfied, got the pockets on swoll\nBoss Hogg and this 'Pac nigga (rollin', rollin'), picture us rollin'\n\nPicture me rollin'\nPicture me\nPicture me rollin', picture me\n\nIs y'all ready for me?\nPicture me rollin', roll call (picture me rollin')\nYou know there's some mo'fuckers out there, I just could not forget about\nI wanna make sure they can see me (picture me rollin')\nNumber one on my list, Clinton Correctional Facilities\nAll you bitch-ass CO's\nCan you niggas see me from there? (Picture me rollin')\nBallin' on y'all punk-ass\nPicture me rollin', baby (rollin')\n\nYeah, all them niggas up in them cell blocks\nI told y'all niggas when I come home, it's on, hm\nThat's right, nigga, picture me rollin' (oh)\nOh, I forgot! The DA\nYeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court\nCan the ho' see me from here?\nCan you see me, ho'? Picture me rollin' (picture me, picture me)\nAnd all you punk police (picture me rollin'), can you see me? (Picture me)\nAm I clear to you? (Picture me)\n\nPicture me rollin', nigga (rollin'), legit\nFree like O. J. all day, you can't stop me\nYou know I got my niggas up in this motherfucker\nManute, Pain, Syke, Bogart, Mopreme (picture me)\nIt's sad, dog, it's sad (rollin', rollin'), can you picture us rollin'?\nCan you see me, ho'? (Can you picture me)\nIs y'all ready for me? (Rollin'), we up out this bitch\nAny time y'all wanna see me again\nRewind this track right here (picture me rollin')\nClose your eyes, and picture me rollin'","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.25] Yeah, clear enough for you? (Alright)\n[00:08.11] Yeah\n[00:10.33] Yeah, why niggas look mad? (Alright)\n[00:12.91] Y'all supposed to be happy I'm free\n[00:14.87] Y'all niggas look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail\n[00:18.39] Ho' bustas!\n[00:20.59] Picture me rollin' in my 500 Benz\n[00:23.19] I got no love for these niggas, there's no need to be friends\n[00:25.52] They got me under surveillance, I swear somebody be tellin'\n[00:28.23] Know there's dope bein' sold, but I ain't the one sellin'\n[00:30.88] Don't want to be another number\n[00:32.45] I gotta puff a gang of weed to keep from goin' under\n[00:34.94] The federales wanna see me dead, niggas put prices on my head\n[00:38.20] Now I got two Rottweilers by my bed, I feed 'em lead\n[00:41.29] Now I'm released, how will I live?\n[00:42.72] Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids?\n[00:46.28] One life to live, it's so hard to be positive\n[00:48.75] When niggas shootin' at your crib\n[00:51.02] Mama, I'm still thuggin', the world is a war zone\n[00:53.41] My homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong\n[00:56.32] Full-grown, finally a man, just schemin' on ways\n[00:58.79] To put some green inside the palms of my empty hands\n[01:01.57] Just picture me rollin'\n[01:02.95] Flossin' a Benz on rims that isn't stolen\n[01:05.25] My dreams is censored, my hopes are gone\n[01:07.51] I'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone\n[01:10.25] My nerves is wrecked, heart beatin'\n[01:12.00] And my hands are swollen\n[01:13.58] Thinkin' of the G's I'll be holdin', picture me rollin'\n[01:15.36] Picture me rollin' (can you see me now?)\n[01:19.89] Picture me rollin' (move to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture)\n[01:23.14] Picture me (can you see it?)\n[01:25.48] Picture me rollin'\n[01:28.12] Picture me rollin' (yeah, nigga)\n[01:32.35] Ay, but, peep, how my nigga, Syke, do it to you?\n[01:33.16] Ooh-wee (guess who's back?)\n[01:35.51] I got keys comin' from overseas\n[01:38.95] Cost a nigga 200 Gs\n[01:40.85] I'm a street commando, Nino for example\n[01:43.53] This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle\n[01:45.48] So I got to floss, 'cause I'm more like a boss player\n[01:48.64] Thug, branded to be a women-layer\n[01:50.49] So many player haters, imitators steady swangin'\n[01:53.52] Make me wanna start back bangin'\n[01:55.14] So I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed\n[01:58.08] Packin' 40 Glocks, contain 'em or rearrange (picture me rolling)\n[02:00.65] All that jealousy and envy comin' from my enemies\n[02:03.93] While I'm sippin' on Rémy\n[02:05.43] In front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam (oh)\n[02:07.98] '96 big body, sittin' on chrome (oh)\n[02:10.16] As we head up out the zone, stone-facin' is on\n[02:13.05] You can admire, but don't look too long\n[02:15.57] I'm livin' a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin'\n[02:19.12] It's hard to imagine, picture me rollin'\n[02:20.42] Picture me rollin'\n[02:23.71] Picture, picture me rollin', rollin'\n[02:30.64] Picture me rollin'\n[02:32.97] Oh, really, picture me rollin'\n[02:38.12] Picture me, yeah\n[02:40.12] I gots to get the fuck up in it (what?), Formulate a caper (caper)\n[02:43.44] 'Cause a nigga straight sufferin' from lack of havin' paper (paper)\n[02:46.31] My bitch finna have a bastard, see?\n[02:48.17] So I needs to hit a lick, drastically\n[02:50.82] I see some ballin'-ass niggas, and they slippin' in my spot\n[02:53.43] And, uh, diggin' the plots (so what?)\n[02:54.93] Checkin' in the park, 'Pac (uh-huh?)\n[02:56.48] We caught him sleepin'\n[02:57.35] He didn't peep, you niggas creepin'?\n[02:58.89] This how we do it every weekend\n[03:00.54] I dump for the madness, it's time to count the profit\n[03:02.99] CPO, you got the bomb spot\n[03:04.37] Nigga, time to clock it (uh-huh? Picture me rollin')\n[03:05.88] I get the liquor, and you can get the females\n[03:08.28] This crooked shit that we inflictin', gettin' street sales\n[03:10.90] Move smooth as a motherfucker, me and my nine\n[03:13.43] I'm cool as a motherfucker, I'ma get mine\n[03:15.97] Now we satisfied, got the pockets on swoll\n[03:18.46] Boss Hogg and this 'Pac nigga (rollin', rollin'), picture us rollin'\n[03:25.06] Picture me rollin'\n[03:28.21] Picture me\n[03:30.04] Picture me rollin', picture me\n[03:35.82] Is y'all ready for me?\n[03:38.37] Picture me rollin', roll call (picture me rollin')\n[03:40.21] You know there's some mo'fuckers out there, I just could not forget about\n[03:43.25] I wanna make sure they can see me (picture me rollin')\n[03:46.48] Number one on my list, Clinton Correctional Facilities\n[03:49.13] All you bitch-ass CO's\n[03:51.49] Can you niggas see me from there? (Picture me rollin')\n[03:53.55] Ballin' on y'all punk-ass\n[03:57.06] Picture me rollin', baby (rollin')\n[03:59.21] Yeah, all them niggas up in them cell blocks\n[04:02.18] I told y'all niggas when I come home, it's on, hm\n[04:05.87] That's right, nigga, picture me rollin' (oh)\n[04:10.89] Oh, I forgot! The DA\n[04:13.21] Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court\n[04:17.00] Can the ho' see me from here?\n[04:18.82] Can you see me, ho'? Picture me rollin' (picture me, picture me)\n[04:24.09] And all you punk police (picture me rollin'), can you see me? (Picture me)\n[04:29.06] Am I clear to you? (Picture me)\n[04:32.22] Picture me rollin', nigga (rollin'), legit\n[04:35.33] Free like O. J. all day, you can't stop me\n[04:41.35] You know I got my niggas up in this motherfucker\n[04:43.20] Manute, Pain, Syke, Bogart, Mopreme (picture me)\n[04:49.51] It's sad, dog, it's sad (rollin', rollin'), can you picture us rollin'?\n[04:53.94] Can you see me, ho'? (Can you picture me)\n[04:57.81] Is y'all ready for me? (Rollin'), we up out this bitch\n[05:04.64] Any time y'all wanna see me again\n[05:07.13] Rewind this track right here (picture me rollin')\n[05:08.58] Close your eyes, and picture me rollin'\n[05:11.41] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Picture Me Rollin' [Explicit]\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: 2Pac Greatest Hits [Explicit]\n  duration_ms: 315000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, clear enough for you? (Alright)\n  start_ms: 3250\n  end_ms: 8110\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 8110\n  end_ms: 10330\n- text: Yeah, why niggas look mad? 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(Picture me rollin')\n  start_ms: 231490\n  end_ms: 233550\n- text: Ballin' on y'all punk-ass\n  start_ms: 233550\n  end_ms: 237060\n- text: Picture me rollin', baby (rollin')\n  start_ms: 237060\n  end_ms: 239210\n- text: Yeah, all them niggas up in them cell blocks\n  start_ms: 239210\n  end_ms: 242180\n- text: I told y'all niggas when I come home, it's on, hm\n  start_ms: 242180\n  end_ms: 245870\n- text: That's right, nigga, picture me rollin' (oh)\n  start_ms: 245870\n  end_ms: 250890\n- text: Oh, I forgot! The DA\n  start_ms: 250890\n  end_ms: 253210\n- text: Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court\n  start_ms: 253210\n  end_ms: 257000\n- text: Can the ho' see me from here?\n  start_ms: 257000\n  end_ms: 258820\n- text: Can you see me, ho'? Picture me rollin' (picture me, picture me)\n  start_ms: 258820\n  end_ms: 264090\n- text: And all you punk police (picture me rollin'), can you see me? (Picture me)\n  start_ms: 264090\n  end_ms: 269060\n- text: Am I clear to you? (Picture me)\n  start_ms: 269060\n  end_ms: 272220\n- text: Picture me rollin', nigga (rollin'), legit\n  start_ms: 272220\n  end_ms: 275330\n- text: Free like O. J. all day, you can't stop me\n  start_ms: 275330\n  end_ms: 281350\n- text: You know I got my niggas up in this motherfucker\n  start_ms: 281350\n  end_ms: 283200\n- text: Manute, Pain, Syke, Bogart, Mopreme (picture me)\n  start_ms: 283200\n  end_ms: 289510\n- text: It's sad, dog, it's sad (rollin', rollin'), can you picture us rollin'?\n  start_ms: 289510\n  end_ms: 293940\n- text: Can you see me, ho'? (Can you picture me)\n  start_ms: 293940\n  end_ms: 297810\n- text: Is y'all ready for me? (Rollin'), we up out this bitch\n  start_ms: 297810\n  end_ms: 304640\n- text: Any time y'all wanna see me again\n  start_ms: 304640\n  end_ms: 307130\n- text: Rewind this track right here (picture me rollin')\n  start_ms: 307130\n  end_ms: 308580\n- text: Close your eyes, and picture me rollin'\n  start_ms: 308580\n  end_ms: 311410\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 311410\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, clear enough for you? (Alright)\n  Yeah\n  Yeah, why niggas look mad? (Alright)\n  Y'all supposed to be happy I'm free\n  Y'all niggas look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail\n  Ho' bustas!\n\n  Picture me rollin' in my 500 Benz\n  I got no love for these niggas, there's no need to be friends\n  They got me under surveillance, I swear somebody be tellin'\n  Know there's dope bein' sold, but I ain't the one sellin'\n  Don't want to be another number\n  I gotta puff a gang of weed to keep from goin' under\n  The federales wanna see me dead, niggas put prices on my head\n  Now I got two Rottweilers by my bed, I feed 'em lead\n\n  Now I'm released, how will I live?\n  Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids?\n  One life to live, it's so hard to be positive\n  When niggas shootin' at your crib\n  Mama, I'm still thuggin', the world is a war zone\n  My homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong\n  Full-grown, finally a man, just schemin' on ways\n  To put some green inside the palms of my empty hands\n\n  Just picture me rollin'\n  Flossin' a Benz on rims that isn't stolen\n  My dreams is censored, my hopes are gone\n  I'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone\n  My nerves is wrecked, heart beatin'\n  And my hands are swollen\n  Thinkin' of the G's I'll be holdin', picture me rollin'\n\n  Picture me rollin' (can you see me now?)\n  Picture me rollin' (move to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture)\n  Picture me (can you see it?)\n  Picture me rollin'\n  Picture me rollin' (yeah, nigga)\n  Ay, but, peep, how my nigga, Syke, do it to you?\n  Ooh-wee (guess who's back?)\n\n  I got keys comin' from overseas\n  Cost a nigga 200 Gs\n  I'm a street commando, Nino for example\n  This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle\n  So I got to floss, 'cause I'm more like a boss player\n  Thug, branded to be a women-layer\n  So many player haters, imitators steady swangin'\n  Make me wanna start back bangin'\n\n  So I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed\n  Packin' 40 Glocks, contain 'em or rearrange (picture me rolling)\n  All that jealousy and envy comin' from my enemies\n  While I'm sippin' on Rémy\n  In front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam (oh)\n  '96 big body, sittin' on chrome (oh)\n  As we head up out the zone, stone-facin' is on\n  You can admire, but don't look too long\n  I'm livin' a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin'\n  It's hard to imagine, picture me rollin'\n\n  Picture me rollin'\n  Picture, picture me rollin', rollin'\n  Picture me rollin'\n  Oh, really, picture me rollin'\n  Picture me, yeah\n\n  I gots to get the fuck up in it (what?), Formulate a caper (caper)\n  'Cause a nigga straight sufferin' from lack of havin' paper (paper)\n  My bitch finna have a bastard, see?\n  So I needs to hit a lick, drastically\n  I see some ballin'-ass niggas, and they slippin' in my spot\n  And, uh, diggin' the plots (so what?)\n  Checkin' in the park, 'Pac (uh-huh?)\n\n  We caught him sleepin'\n  He didn't peep, you niggas creepin'?\n  This how we do it every weekend\n  I dump for the madness, it's time to count the profit\n  CPO, you got the bomb spot\n  Nigga, time to clock it (uh-huh? Picture me rollin')\n  I get the liquor, and you can get the females\n  This crooked shit that we inflictin', gettin' street sales\n\n  Move smooth as a motherfucker, me and my nine\n  I'm cool as a motherfucker, I'ma get mine\n  Now we satisfied, got the pockets on swoll\n  Boss Hogg and this 'Pac nigga (rollin', rollin'), picture us rollin'\n\n  Picture me rollin'\n  Picture me\n  Picture me rollin', picture me\n\n  Is y'all ready for me?\n  Picture me rollin', roll call (picture me rollin')\n  You know there's some mo'fuckers out there, I just could not forget about\n  I wanna make sure they can see me (picture me rollin')\n  Number one on my list, Clinton Correctional Facilities\n  All you bitch-ass CO's\n  Can you niggas see me from there? (Picture me rollin')\n  Ballin' on y'all punk-ass\n  Picture me rollin', baby (rollin')\n\n  Yeah, all them niggas up in them cell blocks\n  I told y'all niggas when I come home, it's on, hm\n  That's right, nigga, picture me rollin' (oh)\n  Oh, I forgot! The DA\n  Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court\n  Can the ho' see me from here?\n  Can you see me, ho'? Picture me rollin' (picture me, picture me)\n  And all you punk police (picture me rollin'), can you see me? (Picture me)\n  Am I clear to you? (Picture me)\n\n  Picture me rollin', nigga (rollin'), legit\n  Free like O. J. all day, you can't stop me\n  You know I got my niggas up in this motherfucker\n  Manute, Pain, Syke, Bogart, Mopreme (picture me)\n  It's sad, dog, it's sad (rollin', rollin'), can you picture us rollin'?\n  Can you see me, ho'? (Can you picture me)\n  Is y'all ready for me? (Rollin'), we up out this bitch\n  Any time y'all wanna see me again\n  Rewind this track right here (picture me rollin')\n  Close your eyes, and picture me rollin'\n"},{"id":29569100,"name":"Picture Me Rollin'","trackName":"Picture Me Rollin'","artistName":"2Pac, Danny Boy, Syke & CPO","albumName":"2Pac: Greatest Hits","duration":315.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah -- clear enough for ya? (Is that right?)\n(Hahahahaha) Yeah\n\n(Hehehehe) Why niggaz look mad? (Is that right?)\nY'all supposed to be happy I'm free!\nY'all niggaz look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail, hahah!\nHoe bustaz\n\nPicture me rollin in my 500 Benz\n\nI got no love for these niggaz, there's no need to be friends\nThey got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be tellin\nKnow there's dope bein sold, but +I+ ain't the one sellin!\nDon't want to be another number\nI got a fuckin gang of weed to keep from goin under\nThe federales wanna see me dead - niggaz put prices on my head\nNow I got two Rottwillers by me bed, I feed em lead\nNow I'm released, how will I live? Will God forgive me\nfor all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids?\nOne life to live, it's so hard to be positive\nwhen niggaz shootin at your crib\nMama, I'm still thuggin, the world is a war zone\nMy homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong\nFull grown, finally a man, just scheamin on ways\nto put some green inside the palms of my empty hands\nJust picture me rollin\nFlossin a Benz on rims that isn't stolen\nMy dreams is censored, my hopes are gone\nI'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone\nMy nerves is wrecked, heart beatin and my hands is swollen\nthinkin of the G's I'll be holdin, picture me rollin\n\nCan you see me now? Heheheh\nMove to the side a little bit so you can get a CLEAR picture\nCan you see it? Hahah\nPictue me rollin\nYeah nigga!\nAy but peep how my nigga Syke do it to you\nGuess who's back?\n\nI got ki's, comin from overseas\nCost a nigga two hundred G's\nI'm a street comando, Nino for example\nThis lavish lifestyle is hard to handle\nSo I got to floss cause I'm more like a boss playa\nThug, branded to be a women layer\nSo mny playa haters, imitaters steady swangin\nMake me wanna start back bangin\nSo I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed\nPackin forty glocks, contain em or rearrange\nAll that jealousy and envy comin from my enemies\nWhile I'm sippin on Re-mi\nin front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam\nNinety-six big body, sittin on chrome\nAs we head up out the zone, stone-facin is on\nYou can admire, but don't look too long\nI'm livin a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin\n\nIt's hard to imagine -- picture me rollin!\n\nPicture, picture me, picture me rollin\nRollin, picture me rollin\n\nWheelin, picture me rollin in\nPicture me yea yeah\n\nMmm, I gots to get the fuck up in it, formulate a caper\nCause a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper\nMy bitch fin' to have a bastard, see?\nSo I needs to hit a lick, drastically\n\nI see some baldin-ass niggaz and they slippin in my spot\nAnd, uh, diggin the plots (so what?)\nCheckin in the park, 'Pac\n\nWe caught em sleepin, he didn't peep you niggaz creepin?\nThis how we do it every weekend\n\nI dump for madness, it's time to count the profit\nCPO, we got the bomb spot, nigga time to clock it\nI get the liquor, and you could get the females\nThis crooked shit that we inflictin gettin street sales\n\nMove smooth as a motherfucker, me and my nine\nI'm as cool as a motherfucker, I'ma get mine\n\nNow we satisfied, got the pockets on swollen\nBoss Hog and this 'Pac nigga... picture us rollin\n\nRollin\nPicture me roll-hoee-ollin\nPicture me, picture me rollin\n\nHeheheheheheh\nIs y'all ready for me?\nPicture me rollin roll call\nYou know there's some muh'fuckers out there I just could not forget about\nI wanna make sure they can see me\nNumber one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities\nAll you bitch ass C.O.'s\nCan you niggaz see me from there?\nBallin on y'all punk ass, ahhaahahah!\nPicture me rollin, baby\nYeah, all them niggaz up in them cell blocks\nI told y'all niggaz when I come home it's on\nHmm, that's right nigga, picture me rollin\nOh, I forgot! The D.A.\nYeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court\nCan the hoe see me from here?\nCan you see me, hoe?\nPicture me rollin\nAnd all you punk police -- can you see me?\nAm I clear to you?\nPicture me rollin nigga, legit\nFree like O.J. all day\nYou can't stop me\nYou know I got my niggaz up in this motherfucker\nManute, Pain, Syke,?, Mopreme,??\nCan you picture us rollin?\nCan you see me hoe? Hehehe\nIs y'all ready for me? . We up out this bitch\nAny time y'all wanna see me again\nRewind this track right here, close your eyes\nand picture me rollin","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.81] Yeah -- clear enough for ya? (Is that right?)\n[00:08.37] (Hahahahaha) Yeah\n[00:09.10] (Hehehehe) Why niggaz look mad? (Is that right?)\n[00:13.65] Y'all supposed to be happy I'm free!\n[00:15.04] Y'all niggaz look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail, hahah!\n[00:18.05] Hoe bustaz\n[00:19.58] Picture me rollin in my 500 Benz\n[00:22.87] I got no love for these niggaz, there's no need to be friends\n[00:26.14] They got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be tellin\n[00:28.37] Know there's dope bein sold, but +I+ ain't the one sellin!\n[00:31.17] Don't want to be another number\n[00:32.88] I got a fuckin gang of weed to keep from goin under\n[00:35.13] The federales wanna see me dead - niggaz put prices on my head\n[00:38.63] Now I got two Rottwillers by me bed, I feed em lead\n[00:41.58] Now I'm released, how will I live? 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Hahah\n[01:26.33] Pictue me rollin\n[01:29.24] Yeah nigga!\n[01:32.13] Ay but peep how my nigga Syke do it to you\n[01:34.59] Guess who's back?\n[01:35.99] I got ki's, comin from overseas\n[01:38.19] Cost a nigga two hundred G's\n[01:40.66] I'm a street comando, Nino for example\n[01:43.46] This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle\n[01:45.73] So I got to floss cause I'm more like a boss playa\n[01:48.14] Thug, branded to be a women layer\n[01:50.94] So mny playa haters, imitaters steady swangin\n[01:53.22] Make me wanna start back bangin\n[01:55.57] So I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed\n[01:58.08] Packin forty glocks, contain em or rearrange\n[02:00.40] All that jealousy and envy comin from my enemies\n[02:03.74] While I'm sippin on Re-mi\n[02:05.70] In front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam\n[02:08.27] Ninety-six big body, sittin on chrome\n[02:11.16] As we head up out the zone, stone-facin is on\n[02:13.17] You can admire, but don't look too long\n[02:15.98] I'm livin a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin\n[02:18.63] It's hard to imagine -- picture me rollin!\n[02:22.00] Picture, picture me, picture me rollin\n[02:27.14] Rollin, picture me rollin\n[02:30.90] Wheelin, picture me rollin in\n[02:33.72] Picture me yea yeah\n[02:37.13] Mmm, I gots to get the fuck up in it, formulate a caper\n[02:43.34] Cause a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper\n[02:46.34] My bitch fin' to have a bastard, see?\n[02:48.61] So I needs to hit a lick, drastically\n[02:51.16] I see some baldin-ass niggaz and they slippin in my spot\n[02:53.88] And, uh, diggin the plots (so what?)\n[02:55.66] Checkin in the park, 'Pac\n[02:56.59] We caught em sleepin, he didn't peep you niggaz creepin?\n[02:59.07] This how we do it every weekend\n[03:00.95] I dump for madness, it's time to count the profit\n[03:03.38] CPO, we got the bomb spot, nigga time to clock it\n[03:05.34] I get the liquor, and you could get the females\n[03:08.32] This crooked shit that we inflictin gettin street sales\n[03:11.02] Move smooth as a motherfucker, me and my nine\n[03:13.78] I'm as cool as a motherfucker, I'ma get mine\n[03:16.27] Now we satisfied, got the pockets on swollen\n[03:18.74] Boss Hog and this 'Pac nigga... picture us rollin\n[03:21.06] Rollin\n[03:22.95] Picture me roll-hoee-ollin\n[03:28.54] Picture me, picture me rollin\n[03:32.30] Heheheheheheh\n[03:34.76] Is y'all ready for me?\n[03:37.41] Picture me rollin roll call\n[03:40.17] You know there's some muh'fuckers out there I just could not forget about\n[03:43.23] I wanna make sure they can see me\n[03:45.08] Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities\n[03:48.81] All you bitch ass C.O.'s\n[03:51.64] Can you niggaz see me from there?\n[03:53.22] Ballin on y'all punk ass, ahhaahahah!\n[03:55.81] Picture me rollin, baby\n[03:58.16] Yeah, all them niggaz up in them cell blocks\n[04:02.06] I told y'all niggaz when I come home it's on\n[04:04.35] Hmm, that's right nigga, picture me rollin\n[04:08.71] Oh, I forgot! The D.A.\n[04:14.37] Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court\n[04:18.22] Can the hoe see me from here?\n[04:20.39] Can you see me, hoe?\n[04:21.93] Picture me rollin\n[04:24.92] And all you punk police -- can you see me?\n[04:27.77] Am I clear to you?\n[04:30.89] Picture me rollin nigga, legit\n[04:34.80] Free like O.J. all day\n[04:37.32] You can't stop me\n[04:39.92] You know I got my niggaz up in this motherfucker\n[04:43.62] Manute, Pain, Syke,?, Mopreme,??\n[04:46.40] Can you picture us rollin?\n[04:49.86] \n[04:53.89] Can you see me hoe? Hehehe\n[04:55.46] Is y'all ready for me? . We up out this bitch\n[05:03.56] Any time y'all wanna see me again\n[05:06.14] Rewind this track right here, close your eyes\n[05:09.81] And picture me rollin\n[05:10.92] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Picture Me Rollin'\n  artist: 2Pac, Danny Boy, Syke & CPO\n  album: '2Pac: Greatest Hits'\n  duration_ms: 315000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah -- clear enough for ya? (Is that right?)\n  start_ms: 3810\n  end_ms: 8370\n- text: (Hahahahaha) Yeah\n  start_ms: 8370\n  end_ms: 9100\n- text: (Hehehehe) Why niggaz look mad? 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text: Heheheheheheh\n  start_ms: 212300\n  end_ms: 214760\n- text: Is y'all ready for me?\n  start_ms: 214760\n  end_ms: 217410\n- text: Picture me rollin roll call\n  start_ms: 217410\n  end_ms: 220170\n- text: You know there's some muh'fuckers out there I just could not forget about\n  start_ms: 220170\n  end_ms: 223230\n- text: I wanna make sure they can see me\n  start_ms: 223230\n  end_ms: 225080\n- text: 'Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities'\n  start_ms: 225080\n  end_ms: 228810\n- text: All you bitch ass C.O.'s\n  start_ms: 228810\n  end_ms: 231640\n- text: Can you niggaz see me from there?\n  start_ms: 231640\n  end_ms: 233220\n- text: Ballin on y'all punk ass, ahhaahahah!\n  start_ms: 233220\n  end_ms: 235810\n- text: Picture me rollin, baby\n  start_ms: 235810\n  end_ms: 238160\n- text: Yeah, all them niggaz up in them cell blocks\n  start_ms: 238160\n  end_ms: 242060\n- text: I told y'all niggaz when I come home it's on\n  start_ms: 242060\n  end_ms: 244350\n- text: Hmm, that's right nigga, picture me rollin\n  start_ms: 244350\n  end_ms: 248710\n- text: Oh, I forgot! The D.A.\n  start_ms: 248710\n  end_ms: 254370\n- text: Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court\n  start_ms: 254370\n  end_ms: 258220\n- text: Can the hoe see me from here?\n  start_ms: 258220\n  end_ms: 260390\n- text: Can you see me, hoe?\n  start_ms: 260390\n  end_ms: 261930\n- text: Picture me rollin\n  start_ms: 261930\n  end_ms: 264920\n- text: And all you punk police -- can you see me?\n  start_ms: 264920\n  end_ms: 267770\n- text: Am I clear to you?\n  start_ms: 267770\n  end_ms: 270890\n- text: Picture me rollin nigga, legit\n  start_ms: 270890\n  end_ms: 274800\n- text: Free like O.J. all day\n  start_ms: 274800\n  end_ms: 277320\n- text: You can't stop me\n  start_ms: 277320\n  end_ms: 279920\n- text: You know I got my niggaz up in this motherfucker\n  start_ms: 279920\n  end_ms: 283620\n- text: Manute, Pain, Syke,?, Mopreme,??\n  start_ms: 283620\n  end_ms: 286400\n- text: Can you picture us rollin?\n  start_ms: 286400\n  end_ms: 289860\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 289860\n  end_ms: 293890\n- text: Can you see me hoe? Hehehe\n  start_ms: 293890\n  end_ms: 295460\n- text: Is y'all ready for me? . We up out this bitch\n  start_ms: 295460\n  end_ms: 303560\n- text: Any time y'all wanna see me again\n  start_ms: 303560\n  end_ms: 306140\n- text: Rewind this track right here, close your eyes\n  start_ms: 306140\n  end_ms: 309810\n- text: And picture me rollin\n  start_ms: 309810\n  end_ms: 310920\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 310920\nplain: |-\n  Yeah -- clear enough for ya? (Is that right?)\n  (Hahahahaha) Yeah\n\n  (Hehehehe) Why niggaz look mad? (Is that right?)\n  Y'all supposed to be happy I'm free!\n  Y'all niggaz look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail, hahah!\n  Hoe bustaz\n\n  Picture me rollin in my 500 Benz\n\n  I got no love for these niggaz, there's no need to be friends\n  They got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be tellin\n  Know there's dope bein sold, but +I+ ain't the one sellin!\n  Don't want to be another number\n  I got a fuckin gang of weed to keep from goin under\n  The federales wanna see me dead - niggaz put prices on my head\n  Now I got two Rottwillers by me bed, I feed em lead\n  Now I'm released, how will I live? Will God forgive me\n  for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids?\n  One life to live, it's so hard to be positive\n  when niggaz shootin at your crib\n  Mama, I'm still thuggin, the world is a war zone\n  My homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong\n  Full grown, finally a man, just scheamin on ways\n  to put some green inside the palms of my empty hands\n  Just picture me rollin\n  Flossin a Benz on rims that isn't stolen\n  My dreams is censored, my hopes are gone\n  I'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone\n  My nerves is wrecked, heart beatin and my hands is swollen\n  thinkin of the G's I'll be holdin, picture me rollin\n\n  Can you see me now? Heheheh\n  Move to the side a little bit so you can get a CLEAR picture\n  Can you see it? Hahah\n  Pictue me rollin\n  Yeah nigga!\n  Ay but peep how my nigga Syke do it to you\n  Guess who's back?\n\n  I got ki's, comin from overseas\n  Cost a nigga two hundred G's\n  I'm a street comando, Nino for example\n  This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle\n  So I got to floss cause I'm more like a boss playa\n  Thug, branded to be a women layer\n  So mny playa haters, imitaters steady swangin\n  Make me wanna start back bangin\n  So I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed\n  Packin forty glocks, contain em or rearrange\n  All that jealousy and envy comin from my enemies\n  While I'm sippin on Re-mi\n  in front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam\n  Ninety-six big body, sittin on chrome\n  As we head up out the zone, stone-facin is on\n  You can admire, but don't look too long\n  I'm livin a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin\n\n  It's hard to imagine -- picture me rollin!\n\n  Picture, picture me, picture me rollin\n  Rollin, picture me rollin\n\n  Wheelin, picture me rollin in\n  Picture me yea yeah\n\n  Mmm, I gots to get the fuck up in it, formulate a caper\n  Cause a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper\n  My bitch fin' to have a bastard, see?\n  So I needs to hit a lick, drastically\n\n  I see some baldin-ass niggaz and they slippin in my spot\n  And, uh, diggin the plots (so what?)\n  Checkin in the park, 'Pac\n\n  We caught em sleepin, he didn't peep you niggaz creepin?\n  This how we do it every weekend\n\n  I dump for madness, it's time to count the profit\n  CPO, we got the bomb spot, nigga time to clock it\n  I get the liquor, and you could get the females\n  This crooked shit that we inflictin gettin street sales\n\n  Move smooth as a motherfucker, me and my nine\n  I'm as cool as a motherfucker, I'ma get mine\n\n  Now we satisfied, got the pockets on swollen\n  Boss Hog and this 'Pac nigga... picture us rollin\n\n  Rollin\n  Picture me roll-hoee-ollin\n  Picture me, picture me rollin\n\n  Heheheheheheh\n  Is y'all ready for me?\n  Picture me rollin roll call\n  You know there's some muh'fuckers out there I just could not forget about\n  I wanna make sure they can see me\n  Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities\n  All you bitch ass C.O.'s\n  Can you niggaz see me from there?\n  Ballin on y'all punk ass, ahhaahahah!\n  Picture me rollin, baby\n  Yeah, all them niggaz up in them cell blocks\n  I told y'all niggaz when I come home it's on\n  Hmm, that's right nigga, picture me rollin\n  Oh, I forgot! The D.A.\n  Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court\n  Can the hoe see me from here?\n  Can you see me, hoe?\n  Picture me rollin\n  And all you punk police -- can you see me?\n  Am I clear to you?\n  Picture me rollin nigga, legit\n  Free like O.J. all day\n  You can't stop me\n  You know I got my niggaz up in this motherfucker\n  Manute, Pain, Syke,?, Mopreme,??\n  Can you picture us rollin?\n  Can you see me hoe? Hehehe\n  Is y'all ready for me? . We up out this bitch\n  Any time y'all wanna see me again\n  Rewind this track right here, close your eyes\n  and picture me rollin\n"},{"id":26186294,"name":"Picture Me Rollin’","trackName":"Picture Me Rollin’","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"2Pac - The 10TH Anniversary Collection (The Sex, The Soul & The Street)","duration":318.798367,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, clear enough for ya?\nWhy you niggas look mad?\nY'all supposed to be happy I'm free!\nY'all niggas look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail\nHo bustas!\n\nPicture me rolling in my 500 Benz\nI got no love for these niggas, there's no need to be friends\nThey got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be telling\nKnow there's dope being sold, but I ain't the one selling\nDon't want to be another number\nI gotta puff a gang of weed to keep from going under\nThe federales wanna see me dead\nNiggas put prices on my head\nNow I got two Rottweilers by my bed, I feed 'em lead\nNow I'm released, how will I live?\nWill God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids?\nOne life to live, it's so hard to be positive\nWhen niggas shooting at your crib\nMama, I'm still thuggin', the world is a war zone\nMy homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong\nFull grown, finally a man, just scheming on ways\nTo put some green inside the palms of my empty hands\nJust picture me rollin'\nFlossing a Benz on rims that isn't stolen\nMy dreams is censored, my hopes are gone\nI'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone\nMy nerves is wrecked, heart beating and my hands are swollen\nThinking of the G's I'll be holdin'\nPicture me rollin'\n\nPicture me rollin'\nPicture me rollin'\nPicture me, picture me rollin'\nPicture me rollin'\nOoh wee\n\nCan you see me now?\nMove to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture\nCan you see it?\nPicture me rollin'\nYeah nigga!\nAy, but peep how my nigga Syke do it to you\nGuess who's back?\n\nI got ki's coming from overseas\nCost a nigga 200 G's\nI'm a street commando, Nino for example\nThis lavish lifestyle is hard to handle\nSo I got to floss cause I'm more like a boss player\nThug, branded to be a women-layer\nSo many player haters, imitators steady swanging\nMake me wanna start back banging\nSo I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed\nPacking 40 Glocks, contain em or rearrange\nAll that jealousy and envy coming from my enemies\nWhile I'm sipping on Remy\nIn front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam\n'96 big body, sitting on chrome\nAs we head up out the zone, stone-facing is on\nYou can admire, but don't look too long\nI'm living a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin'\nIt's hard to imagine\nPicture me rollin'\n\nPicture me rollin'\n\nPicture, picture me rollin'\nPicture me rollin'\nPicture me rollin'\nPicture me\n\nI gots to get the fuck up in it, formulate a caper\nCause a nigga straight suffering from lack of having paper\n\nMy bitch fin' to have a bastard, see?\nSo I needs to hit a lick, drastically\nI see some ballin' ass niggas, and they slippin' in my spot\nAnd, uh, diggin' the plots (so what?)\nChecking in the park, 'Pac\n\nWe caught em sleeping, he didn't peep you niggas creeping?\nThis how we do it every weekend\n\nI dump for madness, it's time to count the profit\nCPO, we got the bomb spot, nigga time to clock it\nI get the liquor, and you could get the females\nThis crooked shit that we inflicting getting street sales\n\nMove smooth as a motherfucker, me and my 9\nI'm as cool as a motherfucker, I'ma get mine\nNow we satisfied, got the pockets on swollen\nBoss Hog and this 'Pac nigga: picture us rollin'\n\n(Repeat 'till end)\nPicture me rollin'\n\nIs y'all ready for me?\nPicture me rollin\" roll call\nYou know there's some muh'fuckers out there\nI just could not forget about\nI wanna make sure they can see me\nNumber one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities\nAll you bitch ass C.O.'s\nCan you niggas see me from there?\nBallin' on y'all punk ass!\nPicture me rollin', baby\nYeah, all them niggas up in them cell blocks\nI told y'all niggas when I come home it's on\nThat's right nigga, picture me rollin'\nOh, I forgot! The D.A\nYeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court\nCan the ho see me from here?\nCan you see me, ho?\nPicture me rollin'\nAnd all you punk police, can you see me?\nAm I clear to you?\nPicture me rollin' nigga, legit\nFree like O.J. all day\nYou can't stop me\nYou know I got my niggas up in this motherfucker\nManute, Pain, Syke,, Mopreme\nIt's sad dog, can you picture us rolling?\nCan you see me ho?\nIs y'all ready for me?\nWe up out this bitch\nAny time y'all wanna see me again\nRewind this track right here, close your eyes\nAnd picture me rollin...","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.61] Yeah, clear enough for ya?\n[00:09.49] Why you niggas look mad?\n[00:12.37] Y'all supposed to be happy I'm free!\n[00:14.59] Y'all niggas look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail\n[00:16.61] Ho bustas!\n[00:18.10] Picture me rolling in my 500 Benz\n[00:22.22] I got no love for these niggas, there's no need to be friends\n[00:25.49] They got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be telling\n[00:27.76] Know there's dope being sold, but I ain't the one selling\n[00:30.62] Don't want to be another number\n[00:32.43] I gotta puff a gang of weed to keep from going under\n[00:35.35] The federales wanna see me dead\n[00:37.40] Niggas put prices on my head\n[00:40.01] Now I got two Rottweilers by my bed, I feed 'em lead\n[00:41.94] Now I'm released, how will I live?\n[00:45.50] Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids?\n[00:48.44] One life to live, it's so hard to be positive\n[00:49.12] When niggas shooting at your crib\n[00:50.57] Mama, I'm still thuggin', the world is a war zone\n[00:53.11] My homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong\n[00:55.93] Full grown, finally a man, just scheming on ways\n[00:58.72] To put some green inside the palms of my empty hands\n[01:00.83] Just picture me rollin'\n[01:03.31] Flossing a Benz on rims that isn't stolen\n[01:05.34] My dreams is censored, my hopes are gone\n[01:07.59] I'm like a fiend that finally 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swanging\n[01:53.21] Make me wanna start back banging\n[01:55.93] So I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed\n[01:58.16] Packing 40 Glocks, contain em or rearrange\n[02:01.35] All that jealousy and envy coming from my enemies\n[02:03.75] While I'm sipping on Remy\n[02:05.70] In front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam\n[02:08.06] '96 big body, sitting on chrome\n[02:10.61] As we head up out the zone, stone-facing is on\n[02:12.70] You can admire, but don't look too long\n[02:15.47] I'm living a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin'\n[02:18.38] It's hard to imagine\n[02:20.47] Picture me rollin'\n[02:23.92] Picture me rollin'\n[02:25.62] Picture, picture me rollin'\n[02:28.25] \n[02:31.07] Picture me rollin'\n[02:32.86] Picture me rollin'\n[02:34.54] Picture me\n[02:37.44] \n[02:40.76] I gots to get the fuck up in it, formulate a caper\n[02:43.41] Cause a nigga straight suffering from lack of having paper\n[02:45.96] My bitch fin' to have a bastard, see?\n[02:48.98] So I 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muh'fuckers out there\n[03:42.84] I just could not forget about\n[03:44.50] I wanna make sure they can see me\n[03:45.70] Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities\n[03:48.51] All you bitch ass C.O.'s\n[03:50.72] Can you niggas see me from there?\n[03:53.33] Ballin' on y'all punk ass!\n[03:55.79] Picture me rollin', baby\n[03:58.38] Yeah, all them niggas up in them cell blocks\n[04:01.97] I told y'all niggas when I come home it's on\n[04:04.45] That's right nigga, picture me rollin'\n[04:09.80] Oh, I forgot! The D.A\n[04:14.83] Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court\n[04:16.64] Can the ho see me from here?\n[04:18.66] Can you see me, ho?\n[04:21.89] Picture me rollin'\n[04:24.59] And all you punk police, can you see me?\n[04:27.60] Am I clear to you?\n[04:32.00] Picture me rollin' nigga, legit\n[04:36.06] Free like O.J. all day\n[04:39.42] \n[04:42.64] You can't stop me\n[04:43.59] You know I got my niggas up in this motherfucker\n[04:44.69] Manute, Pain, Syke,, Mopreme\n[04:45.73] It's sad dog, can you picture us rolling?\n[04:48.20] Can you see me ho?\n[04:51.86] Is y'all ready for me?\n[04:56.53] \n[05:03.00] We up out this bitch\n[05:05.17] Any time y'all wanna see me again\n[05:06.79] Rewind this track right here, close your eyes\n[05:08.34] And picture me rollin...\n[05:09.60] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Picture Me Rollin’\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: 2Pac - The 10TH Anniversary Collection (The Sex, The Soul & The Street)\n  duration_ms: 318798\n  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rollin'\n  Ooh wee\n\n  Can you see me now?\n  Move to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture\n  Can you see it?\n  Picture me rollin'\n  Yeah nigga!\n  Ay, but peep how my nigga Syke do it to you\n  Guess who's back?\n\n  I got ki's coming from overseas\n  Cost a nigga 200 G's\n  I'm a street commando, Nino for example\n  This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle\n  So I got to floss cause I'm more like a boss player\n  Thug, branded to be a women-layer\n  So many player haters, imitators steady swanging\n  Make me wanna start back banging\n  So I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed\n  Packing 40 Glocks, contain em or rearrange\n  All that jealousy and envy coming from my enemies\n  While I'm sipping on Remy\n  In front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam\n  '96 big body, sitting on chrome\n  As we head up out the zone, stone-facing is on\n  You can admire, but don't look too long\n  I'm living a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin'\n  It's hard to 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(Repeat 'till end)\n  Picture me rollin'\n\n  Is y'all ready for me?\n  Picture me rollin\" roll call\n  You know there's some muh'fuckers out there\n  I just could not forget about\n  I wanna make sure they can see me\n  Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities\n  All you bitch ass C.O.'s\n  Can you niggas see me from there?\n  Ballin' on y'all punk ass!\n  Picture me rollin', baby\n  Yeah, all them niggas up in them cell blocks\n  I told y'all niggas when I come home it's on\n  That's right nigga, picture me rollin'\n  Oh, I forgot! The D.A\n  Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court\n  Can the ho see me from here?\n  Can you see me, ho?\n  Picture me rollin'\n  And all you punk police, can you see me?\n  Am I clear to you?\n  Picture me rollin' nigga, legit\n  Free like O.J. all day\n  You can't stop me\n  You know I got my niggas up in this motherfucker\n  Manute, Pain, Syke,, Mopreme\n  It's sad dog, can you picture us rolling?\n  Can you see me ho?\n  Is y'all ready for me?\n  We up out this bitch\n  Any time y'all wanna see me again\n  Rewind this track right here, close your eyes\n  And picture me rollin...\n"},{"id":33179095,"name":"19 - 2Pac - Picture Me Rollin' (Album Version Explicit)","trackName":"19 - 2Pac - Picture Me Rollin' (Album Version Explicit)","artistName":"2Pac, Danny Boy, Syke, CPO","albumName":"2Pac Greatest Hits","duration":315.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, clear enough for ya? Haha, yeah\nLook mad, y'all supposed to be happy I'm free\nY'all niggas acting like y'all wanted me to stay in jail\nHoe bustas\n\nPicture me rollin' in my 500 Benz\nI got no love for these niggas, there's no need to be friends\nThey got me under surveillance, I swear somebody be tellin'\nKnow there's dope bein' sold, but I ain't the one sellin'\nDon't wanna be another number\nI got a fuckin' gang of weed to keep from goin' under\nThe federales wanna see me dead\n\nNigga, price is on my head\nNow I got two Rottweilers by my bed, I feed 'em lead\nNow I'm released, how will I live?\nWill God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did to feed kids?\nOne life to live, it's so hard to be positive\n\nNiggas shootin' at your crib\n\nMama, I'm still thuggin', the world is a war zone\nMy homies is inmates, and most of 'em dead wrong\n\nFull grown, finally a man\nStill schemin' on ways to put some\nGreen inside the palms of my empty hands\nJust picture me rollin'\nFlossin' a Benz on rims that isn't stolen\nMy dreams is censored, my hopes are gone\nI'm like a fiend that finally sees when the dope is gone\nMy nerves is wrecked, heart beatin' and my hands are swollen\nThinkin' of the G's I'll be holdin'\nPicture me rollin'\n\nCan you see me now?\nMove to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture\nCan you see it? Haha, picture me rollin'\nYeah, guess who's back?\n\nI got keys, comin' from overseas\n\nCost a nigga 200 G's\nI'm a street commando, Nino for example\nThis lavish lifestyle is hard to handle\nSo I got to floss 'cause I'm more like a boss player\n\nThug, branded to be a women-layer\nSo many player haters, imitators steady swangin'\nMake me wanna start back bangin'\nSo I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed\nPackin' 40 Glocks, contain my rearrange\nAll that jealousy and envy comin' from my enemies\nWhile I'm sippin' on Rémy\nFronted back Lexus, Chevy's on the roam\n'96 Big body, sittin' on chrome\n\nAs we head up out the zone, stone-face in his own\nYou can admire but don't look too long\n\nI'm livin' the dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin'\n\nIt's hard to imagine\nPicture me rollin'\n\nPicture me rollin'\nPicture me rollin'\nPicture me rollin'\n\nI gots to get niggas up in this bitch and formulate a caper\n'Cause niggas straight sufferin' from lack of havin' paper\n\nMy bitch finna have a bastard, see\nSo I needs to hit a lick, drastically\nI see some ballin'-ass niggas and they slippin' in my spot\nAnd niggas diggin' the plot, they got the chicken in the pot\n\nWe caught him sleepin', he didn't peep niggas creepin'\nIt's how we do it every weekend, I dump the MAC\nThis time I count the profit\nCPO, you got the wrong spot, niggas, it's time to clock this shit\nI get the liquor, and you can get the females\nLet's kick the shit that we inflict and get the street sales\nMove smooth as a motherfucker, me and my 9\n\nI'm cool as a motherfucker, nigga come and get mine\nI was satisfied, got the pockets on swoll\nAnd Boss Hogg in this pot, niggas, can they picture us rollin'?\n\nHahaha, is y'all ready for me?\nPicture Me Rollin' roll call\nYou know there's some motherfuckers\nOut there I just could not forget about\nI wanna make sure they can see me\n\nNumber one on my list, Clinton Correctional Facilities\nAll you bitch-ass CO's\nCan you see me from there?\nBallin' on y'all punk-ass, hahaha\nPicture me rollin', baby, yeah\nAll the niggas up in them cell blocks\nI told y'all niggas when I come home it's on\nThat's right, nigga, picture me rollin'\n\nOh, I forgot, the DA\nYeah, that's what I was just about to talk about, the bullshit\nCan a nigga see while I'm here?\nCan you see a nigga rollin'?\nPicture me rollin'\n\nAnd all you punk police\nCan you see me?\nAm I clear to you?\nPicture me rollin', nigga, legit\nFree like O.J. all day\nCan't stop me\n\nYou know I got some niggas up in this motherfucker\nManute, Pain, Syke, Bogart, Mo Green\nSad dog, I'm sad\nCan you picture us rollin'?\nCan you see a nigga rollin'?\n\nHaha, is y'all ready for me?\nWe up out this bitch\nAnytime y'all wanna see me again\nRewind this track right here, close your eyes\nAnd picture me rollin'","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.51] Yeah, clear enough for ya? Haha, yeah\n[00:12.16] Look mad, y'all supposed to be happy I'm free\n[00:15.06] Y'all niggas acting like y'all wanted me to stay in jail\n[00:18.55] Hoe bustas\n[00:20.81] Picture me rollin' in my 500 Benz\n[00:23.47] I got no love for these niggas, there's no need to be friends\n[00:25.82] They got me under surveillance, I swear somebody be tellin'\n[00:28.59] Know there's dope bein' sold, but I ain't the one sellin'\n[00:31.13] Don't wanna be another number\n[00:32.72] I got a fuckin' gang of weed to keep from goin' under\n[00:35.27] The federales wanna see me dead\n[00:37.19] Nigga, price is on my head\n[00:38.50] Now I got two Rottweilers by my bed, I feed 'em lead\n[00:41.51] Now I'm released, how will I live?\n[00:43.02] Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did to feed kids?\n[00:46.52] One life to live, it's so hard to be positive\n[00:49.00] Niggas shootin' at your crib\n[00:51.39] Mama, I'm still thuggin', the world is a war zone\n[00:53.66] My homies is inmates, and most of 'em dead wrong\n[00:56.56] Full grown, finally a man\n[00:58.04] Still schemin' on ways to put some\n[00:59.41] Green inside the palms of my empty hands\n[01:01.87] Just picture me rollin'\n[01:03.21] Flossin' a Benz on rims that isn't stolen\n[01:05.52] My dreams is censored, my hopes are gone\n[01:07.84] I'm like a fiend that finally sees when the dope is gone\n[01:10.54] My nerves is wrecked, heart beatin' and my hands are swollen\n[01:13.81] Thinkin' of the G's I'll be holdin'\n[01:15.75] Picture me rollin'\n[01:18.59] Can you see me now?\n[01:21.53] Move to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture\n[01:24.06] Can you see it? Haha, picture me rollin'\n[01:29.46] \n[01:33.65] Yeah, guess who's back?\n[01:35.99] I got keys, comin' from overseas\n[01:39.12] Cost a nigga 200 G's\n[01:41.16] I'm a street commando, Nino for example\n[01:43.77] This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle\n[01:45.75] So I got to floss 'cause I'm more like a boss player\n[01:48.96] Thug, branded to be a women-layer\n[01:50.80] So many player haters, imitators steady swangin'\n[01:53.87] Make me wanna start back bangin'\n[01:55.43] So I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed\n[01:58.30] Packin' 40 Glocks, contain my rearrange\n[02:00.87] All that jealousy and envy comin' from my enemies\n[02:04.25] While I'm sippin' on Rémy\n[02:05.72] Fronted back Lexus, Chevy's on the roam\n[02:08.20] '96 Big body, sittin' on chrome\n[02:10.55] As we head up out the zone, stone-face in his own\n[02:13.31] You can admire but don't look too long\n[02:15.77] I'm livin' the dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin'\n[02:19.41] It's hard to imagine\n[02:20.86] Picture me rollin'\n[02:23.88] Picture me rollin'\n[02:29.80] Picture me rollin'\n[02:30.68] Picture me rollin'\n[02:34.50] \n[02:40.41] I gots to get niggas up in this bitch and formulate a caper\n[02:43.64] 'Cause niggas straight sufferin' from lack of havin' paper\n[02:46.61] My bitch finna have a bastard, see\n[02:48.51] So I needs to hit a lick, drastically\n[02:51.08] I see some ballin'-ass niggas and they slippin' in my spot\n[02:53.70] And niggas diggin' the plot, they got the chicken in the pot\n[02:56.65] We caught him sleepin', he didn't peep niggas creepin'\n[02:59.15] It's how we do it every weekend, I dump the MAC\n[03:01.95] This time I count the profit\n[03:03.05] CPO, you got the wrong spot, niggas, it's time to clock this shit\n[03:06.08] I get the liquor, and you can get the females\n[03:08.52] Let's kick the shit that we inflict and get the street sales\n[03:11.22] Move smooth as a motherfucker, me and my 9\n[03:13.83] I'm cool as a motherfucker, nigga come and get mine\n[03:16.38] I was satisfied, got the pockets on swoll\n[03:18.63] And Boss Hogg in this pot, niggas, can they picture us rollin'?\n[03:25.30] Hahaha, is y'all ready for me?\n[03:38.72] Picture Me Rollin' roll call\n[03:40.53] You know there's some motherfuckers\n[03:41.58] Out there I just could not forget about\n[03:43.57] I wanna make sure they can see me\n[03:46.75] Number one on my list, Clinton Correctional Facilities\n[03:49.39] All you bitch-ass CO's\n[03:51.73] Can you see me from there?\n[03:53.87] Ballin' on y'all punk-ass, hahaha\n[03:57.36] Picture me rollin', baby, yeah\n[04:00.55] All the niggas up in them cell blocks\n[04:02.43] I told y'all niggas when I come home it's on\n[04:06.05] That's right, nigga, picture me rollin'\n[04:11.14] Oh, I forgot, the DA\n[04:13.70] Yeah, that's what I was just about to talk about, the bullshit\n[04:17.36] Can a nigga see while I'm here?\n[04:19.27] Can you see a nigga rollin'?\n[04:21.11] Picture me rollin'\n[04:24.28] And all you punk police\n[04:26.86] Can you see me?\n[04:29.22] Am I clear to you?\n[04:32.43] Picture me rollin', nigga, legit\n[04:35.61] Free like O.J. all day\n[04:38.88] Can't stop me\n[04:41.90] You know I got some niggas up in this motherfucker\n[04:43.69] Manute, Pain, Syke, Bogart, Mo Green\n[04:50.00] Sad dog, I'm sad\n[04:52.42] Can you picture us rollin'?\n[04:54.24] Can you see a nigga rollin'?\n[04:56.38] Haha, is y'all ready for me?\n[05:02.55] We up out this bitch\n[05:04.84] Anytime y'all wanna see me again\n[05:07.30] Rewind this track right here, close your eyes\n[05:10.99] And picture me rollin'\n[05:15.02] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 19 - 2Pac - Picture Me Rollin' (Album Version Explicit)\n  artist: 2Pac, Danny Boy, Syke, CPO\n  album: 2Pac Greatest Hits\n  duration_ms: 315000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, clear enough for ya? 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Haha, yeah\n  Look mad, y'all supposed to be happy I'm free\n  Y'all niggas acting like y'all wanted me to stay in jail\n  Hoe bustas\n\n  Picture me rollin' in my 500 Benz\n  I got no love for these niggas, there's no need to be friends\n  They got me under surveillance, I swear somebody be tellin'\n  Know there's dope bein' sold, but I ain't the one sellin'\n  Don't wanna be another number\n  I got a fuckin' gang of weed to keep from goin' under\n  The federales wanna see me dead\n\n  Nigga, price is on my head\n  Now I got two Rottweilers by my bed, I feed 'em lead\n  Now I'm released, how will I live?\n  Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did to feed kids?\n  One life to live, it's so hard to be positive\n\n  Niggas shootin' at your crib\n\n  Mama, I'm still thuggin', the world is a war zone\n  My homies is inmates, and most of 'em dead wrong\n\n  Full grown, finally a man\n  Still schemin' on ways to put some\n  Green inside the palms of my empty hands\n  Just picture me rollin'\n  Flossin' a Benz on rims that isn't stolen\n  My dreams is censored, my hopes are gone\n  I'm like a fiend that finally sees when the dope is gone\n  My nerves is wrecked, heart beatin' and my hands are swollen\n  Thinkin' of the G's I'll be holdin'\n  Picture me rollin'\n\n  Can you see me now?\n  Move to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture\n  Can you see it? Haha, picture me rollin'\n  Yeah, guess who's back?\n\n  I got keys, comin' from overseas\n\n  Cost a nigga 200 G's\n  I'm a street commando, Nino for example\n  This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle\n  So I got to floss 'cause I'm more like a boss player\n\n  Thug, branded to be a women-layer\n  So many player haters, imitators steady swangin'\n  Make me wanna start back bangin'\n  So I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed\n  Packin' 40 Glocks, contain my rearrange\n  All that jealousy and envy comin' from my enemies\n  While I'm sippin' on Rémy\n  Fronted back Lexus, Chevy's on the roam\n  '96 Big body, sittin' on chrome\n\n  As we head up out the zone, stone-face in his own\n  You can admire but don't look too long\n\n  I'm livin' the dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin'\n\n  It's hard to imagine\n  Picture me rollin'\n\n  Picture me rollin'\n  Picture me rollin'\n  Picture me rollin'\n\n  I gots to get niggas up in this bitch and formulate a caper\n  'Cause 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women-layer\nSo many player haters, imitators steady swanging\nMake me wanna start back banging\nSo I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed\nPacking 40 Glocks, contain em or rearrange\nAll that jealousy and envy coming from my enemies\nWhile I'm sipping on Remy\nIn front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam\n'96 big body, sitting on chrome\nAs we head up out the zone, stone-facing is on\nYou can admire, but don't look too long\nI'm living a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin'\nIt's hard to imagine\nPicture me rollin'\n\nPicture me rollin'\n\nPicture, picture me rollin'\nPicture me rollin'\nPicture me rollin'\nPicture me\n\nI gots to get the fuck up in it, formulate a caper\nCause a nigga straight suffering from lack of having paper\n\nMy bitch fin' to have a bastard, see?\nSo I needs to hit a lick, drastically\nI see some ballin' ass niggas, and they slippin' in my spot\nAnd, uh, diggin' the plots (so what?)\nChecking in the park, 'Pac\n\nWe caught em sleeping, he 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The D.A\nYeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court\nCan the ho see me from here?\nCan you see me, ho?\nPicture me rollin'\nAnd all you punk police, can you see me?\nAm I clear to you?\nPicture me rollin' nigga, legit\nFree like O.J. all day\nYou can't stop me\nYou know I got my niggas up in this motherfucker\nManute, Pain, Syke,, Mopreme\nIt's sad dog, can you picture us rolling?\nCan you see me ho?\nIs y'all ready for me?\nWe up out this bitch\nAny time y'all wanna see me again\nRewind this track right here, close your eyes\nAnd picture me rollin...","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.61] Yeah, clear enough for ya?\n[00:09.49] Why you niggas look mad?\n[00:12.37] Y'all supposed to be happy I'm free!\n[00:14.59] Y'all niggas look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail\n[00:16.61] Ho bustas!\n[00:18.10] Picture me rolling in my 500 Benz\n[00:22.22] I got no love for these niggas, there's no need to be friends\n[00:25.49] They got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be 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swanging\n[01:53.21] Make me wanna start back banging\n[01:55.93] So I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed\n[01:58.16] Packing 40 Glocks, contain em or rearrange\n[02:01.35] All that jealousy and envy coming from my enemies\n[02:03.75] While I'm sipping on Remy\n[02:05.70] In front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam\n[02:08.06] '96 big body, sitting on chrome\n[02:10.61] As we head up out the zone, stone-facing is on\n[02:12.70] You can admire, but don't look too long\n[02:15.47] I'm living a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin'\n[02:18.38] It's hard to imagine\n[02:20.47] Picture me rollin'\n[02:23.92] Picture me rollin'\n[02:25.62] Picture, picture me rollin'\n[02:28.25] \n[02:31.07] Picture me rollin'\n[02:32.86] Picture me rollin'\n[02:34.54] Picture me\n[02:37.44] \n[02:40.76] I gots to get the fuck up in it, formulate a caper\n[02:43.41] Cause a nigga straight suffering from lack of having paper\n[02:45.96] My bitch fin' to have a bastard, see?\n[02:48.98] So I 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muh'fuckers out there\n[03:42.84] I just could not forget about\n[03:44.50] I wanna make sure they can see me\n[03:45.70] Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities\n[03:48.51] All you bitch ass C.O.'s\n[03:50.72] Can you niggas see me from there?\n[03:53.33] Ballin' on y'all punk ass!\n[03:55.79] Picture me rollin', baby\n[03:58.38] Yeah, all them niggas up in them cell blocks\n[04:01.97] I told y'all niggas when I come home it's on\n[04:04.45] That's right nigga, picture me rollin'\n[04:09.80] Oh, I forgot! The D.A\n[04:14.83] Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court\n[04:16.64] Can the ho see me from here?\n[04:18.66] Can you see me, ho?\n[04:21.89] Picture me rollin'\n[04:24.59] And all you punk police, can you see me?\n[04:27.60] Am I clear to you?\n[04:32.00] Picture me rollin' nigga, legit\n[04:36.06] Free like O.J. all day\n[04:39.42] \n[04:42.64] You can't stop me\n[04:43.59] You know I got my niggas up in this motherfucker\n[04:44.69] Manute, Pain, Syke,, Mopreme\n[04:45.73] It's sad dog, can you picture us rolling?\n[04:48.20] Can you see me ho?\n[04:51.86] Is y'all ready for me?\n[04:56.53] \n[05:03.00] We up out this bitch\n[05:05.17] Any time y'all wanna see me again\n[05:06.79] Rewind this track right here, close your eyes\n[05:08.34] And picture me rollin...\n[05:09.60] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Picture Me Rollin'\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: All Eyez On Me\n  duration_ms: 315000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, clear enough for 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another number\n  I gotta puff a gang of weed to keep from going under\n  The federales wanna see me dead\n  Niggas put prices on my head\n  Now I got two Rottweilers by my bed, I feed 'em lead\n  Now I'm released, how will I live?\n  Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids?\n  One life to live, it's so hard to be positive\n  When niggas shooting at your crib\n  Mama, I'm still thuggin', the world is a war zone\n  My homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong\n  Full grown, finally a man, just scheming on ways\n  To put some green inside the palms of my empty hands\n  Just picture me rollin'\n  Flossing a Benz on rims that isn't stolen\n  My dreams is censored, my hopes are gone\n  I'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone\n  My nerves is wrecked, heart beating and my hands are swollen\n  Thinking of the G's I'll be holdin'\n  Picture me rollin'\n\n  Picture me rollin'\n  Picture me rollin'\n  Picture me, picture me rollin'\n  Picture me rollin'\n  Ooh wee\n\n  Can you see me now?\n  Move to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture\n  Can you see it?\n  Picture me rollin'\n  Yeah nigga!\n  Ay, but peep how my nigga Syke do it to you\n  Guess who's back?\n\n  I got ki's coming from overseas\n  Cost a nigga 200 G's\n  I'm a street commando, Nino for example\n  This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle\n  So I got to floss cause I'm more like a boss player\n  Thug, branded to be a women-layer\n  So many player haters, imitators steady swanging\n  Make me wanna start back banging\n  So I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed\n  Packing 40 Glocks, contain em or rearrange\n  All that jealousy and envy coming from my enemies\n  While I'm sipping on Remy\n  In front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam\n  '96 big body, sitting on chrome\n  As we head up out the zone, stone-facing is on\n  You can admire, but don't look too long\n  I'm living a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin'\n  It's hard to 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(Repeat 'till end)\n  Picture me rollin'\n\n  Is y'all ready for me?\n  Picture me rollin\" roll call\n  You know there's some muh'fuckers out there\n  I just could not forget about\n  I wanna make sure they can see me\n  Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities\n  All you bitch ass C.O.'s\n  Can you niggas see me from there?\n  Ballin' on y'all punk ass!\n  Picture me rollin', baby\n  Yeah, all them niggas up in them cell blocks\n  I told y'all niggas when I come home it's on\n  That's right nigga, picture me rollin'\n  Oh, I forgot! The D.A\n  Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court\n  Can the ho see me from here?\n  Can you see me, ho?\n  Picture me rollin'\n  And all you punk police, can you see me?\n  Am I clear to you?\n  Picture me rollin' nigga, legit\n  Free like O.J. all day\n  You can't stop me\n  You know I got my niggas up in this motherfucker\n  Manute, Pain, Syke,, Mopreme\n  It's sad dog, can you picture us rolling?\n  Can you see me ho?\n  Is y'all ready for me?\n  We up out this bitch\n  Any time y'all wanna see me again\n  Rewind this track right here, close your eyes\n  And picture me rollin...\n"},{"id":29522684,"name":"Picture Me Rollin'","trackName":"Picture Me Rollin'","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"All Eyes On Me","duration":315.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, clear enough for ya?\nWhy you niggas look mad?\nY'all supposed to be happy I'm free!\nY'all niggas look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail\nHo bustas!\n\nPicture me rolling in my 500 Benz\nI got no love for these niggas, there's no need to be friends\nThey got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be telling\nKnow there's dope being sold, but I ain't the one selling\nDon't want to be another number\nI gotta puff a gang of weed to keep from going under\nThe federales wanna see me dead\nNiggas put prices on my head\nNow I got two Rottweilers by my bed, I feed 'em lead\nNow I'm released, how will I live?\nWill God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids?\nOne life to live, it's so hard to be positive\nWhen niggas shooting at your crib\nMama, I'm still thuggin', the world is a war zone\nMy homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong\nFull grown, finally a man, just scheming on ways\nTo put some green inside the palms of my empty hands\nJust picture me rollin'\nFlossing a Benz on rims that isn't stolen\nMy dreams is censored, my hopes are gone\nI'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone\nMy nerves is wrecked, heart beating and my hands are swollen\nThinking of the G's I'll be holdin'\nPicture me rollin'\n\nPicture me rollin'\nPicture me rollin'\nPicture me, picture me rollin'\nPicture me rollin'\nOoh wee\n\nCan you see me now?\nMove to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture\nCan you see it?\nPicture me rollin'\nYeah nigga!\nAy, but peep how my nigga Syke do it to you\nGuess who's back?\n\nI got ki's coming from overseas\nCost a nigga 200 G's\nI'm a street commando, Nino for example\nThis lavish lifestyle is hard to handle\nSo I got to floss cause I'm more like a boss player\nThug, branded to be a women-layer\nSo many player haters, imitators steady swanging\nMake me wanna start back banging\nSo I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed\nPacking 40 Glocks, contain em or rearrange\nAll that jealousy and envy coming from my enemies\nWhile I'm sipping on Remy\nIn front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam\n'96 big body, sitting on chrome\nAs we head up out the zone, stone-facing is on\nYou can admire, but don't look too long\nI'm living a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin'\nIt's hard to imagine\nPicture me rollin'\n\nPicture me rollin'\n\nPicture, picture me rollin'\nPicture me rollin'\nPicture me rollin'\nPicture me\n\nI gots to get the fuck up in it, formulate a caper\nCause a nigga straight suffering from lack of having paper\n\nMy bitch fin' to have a bastard, see?\nSo I needs to hit a lick, drastically\nI see some ballin' ass niggas, and they slippin' in my spot\nAnd, uh, diggin' the plots (so what?)\nChecking in the park, 'Pac\n\nWe caught em sleeping, he didn't peep you niggas creeping?\nThis how we do it every weekend\n\nI dump for madness, it's time to count the profit\nCPO, we got the bomb spot, nigga time to clock it\nI get the liquor, and you could get the females\nThis crooked shit that we inflicting getting street sales\n\nMove smooth as a motherfucker, me and my 9\nI'm as cool as a motherfucker, I'ma get mine\nNow we satisfied, got the pockets on swollen\nBoss Hog and this 'Pac nigga: picture us rollin'\n\n(Repeat 'till end)\nPicture me rollin'\n\nIs y'all ready for me?\nPicture me rollin\" roll call\nYou know there's some muh'fuckers out there\nI just could not forget about\nI wanna make sure they can see me\nNumber one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities\nAll you bitch ass C.O.'s\nCan you niggas see me from there?\nBallin' on y'all punk ass!\nPicture me rollin', baby\nYeah, all them niggas up in them cell blocks\nI told y'all niggas when I come home it's on\nThat's right nigga, picture me rollin'\nOh, I forgot! The D.A\nYeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court\nCan the ho see me from here?\nCan you see me, ho?\nPicture me rollin'\nAnd all you punk police, can you see me?\nAm I clear to you?\nPicture me rollin' nigga, legit\nFree like O.J. all day\nYou can't stop me\nYou know I got my niggas up in this motherfucker\nManute, Pain, Syke,, Mopreme\nIt's sad dog, can you picture us rolling?\nCan you see me ho?\nIs y'all ready for me?\nWe up out this bitch\nAny time y'all wanna see me again\nRewind this track right here, close your eyes\nAnd picture me rollin...","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.61] Yeah, clear enough for ya?\n[00:09.49] Why you niggas look mad?\n[00:12.37] Y'all supposed to be happy I'm free!\n[00:14.59] Y'all niggas look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail\n[00:16.61] Ho bustas!\n[00:18.10] Picture me rolling in my 500 Benz\n[00:22.22] I got no love for these niggas, there's no need to be friends\n[00:25.49] They got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be 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muh'fuckers out there\n[03:42.84] I just could not forget about\n[03:44.50] I wanna make sure they can see me\n[03:45.70] Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities\n[03:48.51] All you bitch ass C.O.'s\n[03:50.72] Can you niggas see me from there?\n[03:53.33] Ballin' on y'all punk ass!\n[03:55.79] Picture me rollin', baby\n[03:58.38] Yeah, all them niggas up in them cell blocks\n[04:01.97] I told y'all niggas when I come home it's on\n[04:04.45] That's right nigga, picture me rollin'\n[04:09.80] Oh, I forgot! The D.A\n[04:14.83] Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court\n[04:16.64] Can the ho see me from here?\n[04:18.66] Can you see me, ho?\n[04:21.89] Picture me rollin'\n[04:24.59] And all you punk police, can you see me?\n[04:27.60] Am I clear to you?\n[04:32.00] Picture me rollin' nigga, legit\n[04:36.06] Free like O.J. all day\n[04:39.42] \n[04:42.64] You can't stop me\n[04:43.59] You know I got my niggas up in this motherfucker\n[04:44.69] Manute, Pain, Syke,, Mopreme\n[04:45.73] It's sad dog, can you picture us rolling?\n[04:48.20] Can you see me ho?\n[04:51.86] Is y'all ready for me?\n[04:56.53] \n[05:03.00] We up out this bitch\n[05:05.17] Any time y'all wanna see me again\n[05:06.79] Rewind this track right here, close your eyes\n[05:08.34] And picture me rollin...\n[05:09.60] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Picture Me Rollin'\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: All Eyes On Me\n  duration_ms: 315000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, clear enough for ya?\n  start_ms: 8610\n  end_ms: 9490\n- text: Why you niggas look mad?\n  start_ms: 9490\n  end_ms: 12370\n- text: Y'all supposed to be happy I'm free!\n  start_ms: 12370\n  end_ms: 14590\n- text: Y'all niggas look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail\n  start_ms: 14590\n  end_ms: 16610\n- text: Ho bustas!\n  start_ms: 16610\n  end_ms: 18100\n- text: Picture me rolling in my 500 Benz\n  start_ms: 18100\n  end_ms: 22220\n- text: I got no love for these niggas, there's no need to be friends\n  start_ms: 22220\n  end_ms: 25490\n- text: They got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be telling\n  start_ms: 25490\n  end_ms: 27760\n- text: Know there's dope being sold, but I ain't the one selling\n  start_ms: 27760\n  end_ms: 30620\n- text: Don't want to be another number\n  start_ms: 30620\n  end_ms: 32430\n- text: I gotta puff a gang of weed to keep from going under\n  start_ms: 32430\n  end_ms: 35350\n- text: The federales wanna see me dead\n  start_ms: 35350\n  end_ms: 37400\n- text: Niggas put prices on my head\n  start_ms: 37400\n  end_ms: 40010\n- text: Now I got two Rottweilers by my bed, I feed 'em lead\n  start_ms: 40010\n  end_ms: 41940\n- text: Now I'm released, how will I live?\n  start_ms: 41940\n  end_ms: 45500\n- text: Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids?\n  start_ms: 45500\n  end_ms: 48440\n- text: One life to live, it's so hard to be positive\n  start_ms: 48440\n  end_ms: 49120\n- text: When niggas shooting at your crib\n  start_ms: 49120\n  end_ms: 50570\n- text: Mama, I'm still thuggin', the world is a war zone\n  start_ms: 50570\n  end_ms: 53110\n- text: My homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong\n  start_ms: 53110\n  end_ms: 55930\n- text: Full grown, finally a man, just scheming on ways\n  start_ms: 55930\n  end_ms: 58720\n- text: To put some green inside the palms of my empty hands\n  start_ms: 58720\n  end_ms: 60830\n- text: Just picture me rollin'\n  start_ms: 60830\n  end_ms: 63310\n- text: Flossing a Benz on rims that isn't stolen\n  start_ms: 63310\n  end_ms: 65340\n- text: My dreams is censored, my hopes are gone\n  start_ms: 65340\n  end_ms: 67590\n- text: I'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone\n  start_ms: 67590\n  end_ms: 70300\n- text: My nerves is wrecked, heart beating and my hands are swollen\n  start_ms: 70300\n  end_ms: 72980\n- text: Thinking of the G's I'll be holdin'\n  start_ms: 72980\n  end_ms: 76180\n- text: Picture me rollin'\n  start_ms: 76180\n  end_ms: 78750\n- text: Picture me rollin'\n  start_ms: 78750\n  end_ms: 80890\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 80890\n  end_ms: 84640\n- text: Picture me rollin'\n  start_ms: 84640\n  end_ms: 86830\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 86830\n  end_ms: 89090\n- text: Picture me, picture me rollin'\n  start_ms: 89090\n  end_ms: 91940\n- text: Picture me rollin'\n  start_ms: 91940\n  end_ms: 92810\n- text: Ooh wee\n  start_ms: 92810\n  end_ms: 93490\n- text: Can you see me now?\n  start_ms: 93490\n  end_ms: 95350\n- text: Move to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture\n  start_ms: 95350\n  end_ms: 95920\n- text: Can you see it?\n  start_ms: 95920\n  end_ms: 97220\n- text: Picture me rollin'\n  start_ms: 97220\n  end_ms: 97840\n- text: Yeah nigga!\n  start_ms: 97840\n  end_ms: 98380\n- text: Ay, but peep how my nigga Syke do it to you\n  start_ms: 98380\n  end_ms: 99040\n- text: Guess who's back?\n  start_ms: 99040\n  end_ms: 99580\n- text: I got ki's coming from overseas\n  start_ms: 99580\n  end_ms: 100640\n- text: Cost a nigga 200 G's\n  start_ms: 100640\n  end_ms: 101140\n- text: I'm a street commando, Nino for example\n  start_ms: 101140\n  end_ms: 103490\n- text: This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle\n  start_ms: 103490\n  end_ms: 105790\n- text: So I got to floss cause I'm more like a boss player\n  start_ms: 105790\n  end_ms: 108150\n- text: Thug, branded to be a women-layer\n  start_ms: 108150\n  end_ms: 110640\n- text: So many player haters, imitators steady swanging\n  start_ms: 110640\n  end_ms: 113210\n- text: Make me wanna start back banging\n  start_ms: 113210\n  end_ms: 115930\n- text: So I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed\n  start_ms: 115930\n  end_ms: 118160\n- text: Packing 40 Glocks, contain em or rearrange\n  start_ms: 118160\n  end_ms: 121350\n- text: All that jealousy and envy coming from my enemies\n  start_ms: 121350\n  end_ms: 123750\n- text: While I'm sipping on Remy\n  start_ms: 123750\n  end_ms: 125700\n- text: In front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam\n  start_ms: 125700\n  end_ms: 128060\n- text: '''96 big body, sitting on chrome'\n  start_ms: 128060\n  end_ms: 130610\n- text: As we head up out the zone, stone-facing is on\n  start_ms: 130610\n  end_ms: 132700\n- text: You can admire, but don't look too long\n  start_ms: 132700\n  end_ms: 135470\n- text: I'm living a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin'\n  start_ms: 135470\n  end_ms: 138380\n- text: It's hard to imagine\n  start_ms: 138380\n  end_ms: 140470\n- text: Picture me rollin'\n  start_ms: 140470\n  end_ms: 143920\n- text: Picture me rollin'\n  start_ms: 143920\n  end_ms: 145620\n- text: Picture, picture me rollin'\n  start_ms: 145620\n  end_ms: 148250\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 148250\n  end_ms: 151070\n- text: Picture me rollin'\n  start_ms: 151070\n  end_ms: 152860\n- text: Picture me rollin'\n  start_ms: 152860\n  end_ms: 154540\n- text: Picture me\n  start_ms: 154540\n  end_ms: 157440\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 157440\n  end_ms: 160760\n- text: I gots to get the fuck up in it, formulate a caper\n  start_ms: 160760\n  end_ms: 163410\n- text: Cause a nigga straight suffering from lack of having paper\n  start_ms: 163410\n  end_ms: 165960\n- text: My bitch fin' to have a bastard, see?\n  start_ms: 165960\n  end_ms: 168980\n- text: So I needs to hit a lick, drastically\n  start_ms: 168980\n  end_ms: 171460\n- text: I see some ballin' ass niggas, and they slippin' in my spot\n  start_ms: 171460\n  end_ms: 173550\n- text: And, uh, diggin' the plots (so what?)\n  start_ms: 173550\n  end_ms: 175730\n- text: Checking in the park, 'Pac\n  start_ms: 175730\n  end_ms: 177540\n- text: We caught em sleeping, he didn't peep you niggas creeping?\n  start_ms: 177540\n  end_ms: 181200\n- text: This how we do it every weekend\n  start_ms: 181200\n  end_ms: 182480\n- text: I dump for madness, it's time to count the profit\n  start_ms: 182480\n  end_ms: 183440\n- text: CPO, we got the bomb spot, nigga time to clock it\n  start_ms: 183440\n  end_ms: 185290\n- text: I get the liquor, and you could get the females\n  start_ms: 185290\n  end_ms: 187730\n- text: This crooked shit that we inflicting getting street sales\n  start_ms: 187730\n  end_ms: 190780\n- text: Move smooth as a motherfucker, me and my 9\n  start_ms: 190780\n  end_ms: 193410\n- text: I'm as cool as a motherfucker, I'ma get mine\n  start_ms: 193410\n  end_ms: 195760\n- text: Now we satisfied, got the pockets on swollen\n  start_ms: 195760\n  end_ms: 198350\n- text: 'Boss Hog and this ''Pac nigga: picture us rollin'''\n  start_ms: 198350\n  end_ms: 201760\n- text: (Repeat 'till end)\n  start_ms: 201760\n  end_ms: 204590\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 204590\n  end_ms: 209620\n- text: Picture me rollin'\n  start_ms: 209620\n  end_ms: 212070\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 212070\n  end_ms: 216850\n- text: Is y'all ready for me?\n  start_ms: 216850\n  end_ms: 219230\n- text: Picture me rollin\" roll call\n  start_ms: 219230\n  end_ms: 221320\n- text: You know there's some muh'fuckers out there\n  start_ms: 221320\n  end_ms: 222840\n- text: I just could not forget about\n  start_ms: 222840\n  end_ms: 224500\n- text: I wanna make sure they can see me\n  start_ms: 224500\n  end_ms: 225700\n- text: 'Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities'\n  start_ms: 225700\n  end_ms: 228510\n- text: All you bitch ass C.O.'s\n  start_ms: 228510\n  end_ms: 230720\n- text: Can you niggas see me from there?\n  start_ms: 230720\n  end_ms: 233330\n- text: Ballin' on y'all punk ass!\n  start_ms: 233330\n  end_ms: 235790\n- text: Picture me rollin', baby\n  start_ms: 235790\n  end_ms: 238380\n- text: Yeah, all them niggas up in them cell blocks\n  start_ms: 238380\n  end_ms: 241970\n- text: I told y'all niggas when I come home it's on\n  start_ms: 241970\n  end_ms: 244450\n- text: That's right nigga, picture me rollin'\n  start_ms: 244450\n  end_ms: 249800\n- text: Oh, I forgot! The D.A\n  start_ms: 249800\n  end_ms: 254830\n- text: Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court\n  start_ms: 254830\n  end_ms: 256640\n- text: Can the ho see me from here?\n  start_ms: 256640\n  end_ms: 258660\n- text: Can you see me, ho?\n  start_ms: 258660\n  end_ms: 261890\n- text: Picture me rollin'\n  start_ms: 261890\n  end_ms: 264590\n- text: And all you punk police, can you see me?\n  start_ms: 264590\n  end_ms: 267600\n- text: Am I clear to you?\n  start_ms: 267600\n  end_ms: 272000\n- text: Picture me rollin' nigga, legit\n  start_ms: 272000\n  end_ms: 276060\n- text: Free like O.J. all day\n  start_ms: 276060\n  end_ms: 279420\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 279420\n  end_ms: 282640\n- text: You can't stop me\n  start_ms: 282640\n  end_ms: 283590\n- text: You know I got my niggas up in this motherfucker\n  start_ms: 283590\n  end_ms: 284690\n- text: Manute, Pain, Syke,, Mopreme\n  start_ms: 284690\n  end_ms: 285730\n- text: It's sad dog, can you picture us rolling?\n  start_ms: 285730\n  end_ms: 288200\n- text: Can you see me ho?\n  start_ms: 288200\n  end_ms: 291860\n- text: Is y'all ready for me?\n  start_ms: 291860\n  end_ms: 296530\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 296530\n  end_ms: 303000\n- text: We up out this bitch\n  start_ms: 303000\n  end_ms: 305170\n- text: Any time y'all wanna see me again\n  start_ms: 305170\n  end_ms: 306790\n- text: Rewind this track right here, close your eyes\n  start_ms: 306790\n  end_ms: 308340\n- text: And picture me rollin...\n  start_ms: 308340\n  end_ms: 309600\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 309600\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, clear enough for ya?\n  Why you niggas look mad?\n  Y'all supposed to be happy I'm free!\n  Y'all niggas look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail\n  Ho bustas!\n\n  Picture me rolling in my 500 Benz\n  I got no love for these niggas, there's no need to be friends\n  They got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be telling\n  Know there's dope being sold, but I ain't the one selling\n  Don't want to be another number\n  I gotta puff a gang of weed to keep from going under\n  The federales wanna see me dead\n  Niggas put prices on my head\n  Now I got two Rottweilers by my bed, I feed 'em lead\n  Now I'm released, how will I live?\n  Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids?\n  One life to live, it's so hard to be positive\n  When niggas shooting at your crib\n  Mama, I'm still thuggin', the world is a war zone\n  My homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong\n  Full grown, finally a man, just scheming on ways\n  To put some green inside the palms of my empty hands\n  Just picture me rollin'\n  Flossing a Benz on rims that isn't stolen\n  My dreams is censored, my hopes are gone\n  I'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone\n  My nerves is wrecked, heart beating and my hands are swollen\n  Thinking of the G's I'll be holdin'\n  Picture me rollin'\n\n  Picture me rollin'\n  Picture me rollin'\n  Picture me, picture me rollin'\n  Picture me rollin'\n  Ooh wee\n\n  Can you see me now?\n  Move to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture\n  Can you see it?\n  Picture me rollin'\n  Yeah nigga!\n  Ay, but peep how my nigga Syke do it to you\n  Guess who's back?\n\n  I got ki's coming from overseas\n  Cost a nigga 200 G's\n  I'm a street commando, Nino for example\n  This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle\n  So I got to floss cause I'm more like a boss player\n  Thug, branded to be a women-layer\n  So many player haters, imitators steady swanging\n  Make me wanna start back banging\n  So I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed\n  Packing 40 Glocks, contain em or rearrange\n  All that jealousy and envy coming from my enemies\n  While I'm sipping on Remy\n  In front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam\n  '96 big body, sitting on chrome\n  As we head up out the zone, stone-facing is on\n  You can admire, but don't look too long\n  I'm living a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin'\n  It's hard to imagine\n  Picture me rollin'\n\n  Picture me rollin'\n\n  Picture, picture me rollin'\n  Picture me rollin'\n  Picture me rollin'\n  Picture me\n\n  I gots to get the fuck up in it, formulate a caper\n  Cause a nigga straight suffering from lack of having paper\n\n  My bitch fin' to have a bastard, see?\n  So I needs to hit a lick, drastically\n  I see some ballin' ass niggas, and they slippin' in my spot\n  And, uh, diggin' the plots (so what?)\n  Checking in the park, 'Pac\n\n  We caught em sleeping, he didn't peep you niggas creeping?\n  This how we do it every weekend\n\n  I dump for madness, it's time to count the profit\n  CPO, we got the bomb spot, nigga time to clock it\n  I get the liquor, and you could get the females\n  This crooked shit that we inflicting getting street sales\n\n  Move smooth as a motherfucker, me and my 9\n  I'm as cool as a motherfucker, I'ma get mine\n  Now we satisfied, got the pockets on swollen\n  Boss Hog and this 'Pac nigga: picture us rollin'\n\n  (Repeat 'till end)\n  Picture me rollin'\n\n  Is y'all ready for me?\n  Picture me rollin\" roll call\n  You know there's some muh'fuckers out there\n  I just could not forget about\n  I wanna make sure they can see me\n  Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities\n  All you bitch ass C.O.'s\n  Can you niggas see me from there?\n  Ballin' on y'all punk ass!\n  Picture me rollin', baby\n  Yeah, all them niggas up in them cell blocks\n  I told y'all niggas when I come home it's on\n  That's right nigga, picture me rollin'\n  Oh, I forgot! The D.A\n  Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court\n  Can the ho see me from here?\n  Can you see me, ho?\n  Picture me rollin'\n  And all you punk police, can you see me?\n  Am I clear to you?\n  Picture me rollin' nigga, legit\n  Free like O.J. all day\n  You can't stop me\n  You know I got my niggas up in this motherfucker\n  Manute, Pain, Syke,, Mopreme\n  It's sad dog, can you picture us rolling?\n  Can you see me ho?\n  Is y'all ready for me?\n  We up out this bitch\n  Any time y'all wanna see me again\n  Rewind this track right here, close your eyes\n  And picture me rollin...\n"}]