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I'm really out here boolin' on the West Side, you know what I'm sayin'?\nWest, you know what I mean?\nYeah, just seen a Camino, know what I mean?\nJust bein' careful out here\nLookin' out for the enemies\nCuz, you already know how we get down, cuz\nFuck killin' these, cuz, I'm on the set, cuz\nWe killin' everything, anything movin'\nShit, I'm shootin' at niggas on the sight, cuz\nYou already know, yeah\nI've caught you slippin', y'all can be back, nigga\nHe ain't copped that, fuck that, Blood\nNiggas slippin' on the cuz, cuz\nI had to make that happen with this solo\nMaserati, like Atari\nWith no car keys, push to start it\nNew Bugatti, two Bugattis\nTesla Roadster, blue Ferrari\nLamborghini, system bumpin'\nMe no worried; Rastafari\nThis the hardest, supersonic\nSystematic, too retarded\nNew Versace, new apartment\nBigger closet, newer carpet\nHit departments, cooler garments\nSet my goal up, new accomplish\nShootin' targets, you the target\nMovin' targets, new accomplice\nKilled the game and still regardless\nBeat the charges, do the honors","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.54] Oh, yeah\n[00:03.86] Oh, yeah\n[00:06.57] Oh, yeah\n[00:09.30] Oh, wooh!\n[00:12.58] Niggas pistol-poppin' like it's 1999\n[00:15.22] I was nine, maybe ten, then again, never mind\n[00:18.22] Press rewind, back in time\n[00:20.28] Before rappers droppin' dimes\n[00:21.68] Trap or die, choppin' pies\n[00:23.30] With clichés all in they rhymes\n[00:24.80] Now it's Gucci, Prada and anything designer\n[00:28.26] Money, power, the whole enchilada\n[00:31.23] Commas, dollas, the greens and the guava (oh)\n[00:34.66] They serve you to your flocka\n[00:36.02] If you disrespect that blocka, blocka\n[00:37.95] Choppas on eavesdroppers\n[00:39.15] Fuck these choppas, I'm about it\n[00:40.68] Grindin' like 2Pac or Biggie Poppa\n[00:42.17] Yeah, you outer, but I'm hotter\n[00:44.46] Car jackin', pistol-packin'\n[00:45.97] Mothafuckin' choppers clappin'\n[00:47.86] Metal jacket, automatic magazines, head-on traffic\n[00:50.92] Fenders smashin', windows crashin'\n[00:52.61] Pants saggin', fuck your fashion\n[00:54.05] Yeah, a nigga run Manhattan\n[00:55.64] Back in Cali's where it happen\n[00:57.38] They fit Gucci, Escada and anything designer\n[01:00.25] Groupies, poppers, they all gonna swallow\n[01:02.89] It was probably the robbers\n[01:05.22] The goons and the goblins (oh)\n[01:06.78] They hatin' a lot, medulla oblongata\n[01:09.83] From New York to San Andreas\n[01:11.48] And all around the world\n[01:12.95] Going back to Cali\n[01:14.63] Going back to Cali\n[01:16.48] New York to San Andreas\n[01:18.07] I'm screaming, \"Fuck the world!\"\n[01:19.65] I'm going back to Cali\n[01:21.16] Going back to Cali (Uh)\n[01:23.16] Nigga, what's brackin'? I'm really out here boolin' on the West Side, you know what I'm sayin'?\n[01:27.05] West, you know what I mean?\n[01:28.26] Yeah, just seen a Camino, know what I mean?\n[01:29.32] Just bein' careful out here\n[01:30.29] Lookin' out for the enemies\n[01:31.23] Cuz, you already know how we get down, cuz\n[01:32.95] Fuck killin' these, cuz, I'm on the set, cuz\n[01:35.44] We killin' everything, anything movin'\n[01:37.38] Shit, I'm shootin' at niggas on the sight, cuz\n[01:40.03] You already know, yeah\n[01:41.02] I've caught you slippin', y'all can be back, nigga\n[01:43.04] He ain't copped that, fuck that, Blood\n[01:44.80] Niggas slippin' on the cuz, cuz\n[01:46.58] I had to make that happen with this solo\n[01:47.97] Maserati, like Atari\n[01:49.42] With no car keys, push to start it\n[01:51.03] New Bugatti, two Bugattis\n[01:52.62] Tesla Roadster, blue Ferrari\n[01:54.21] Lamborghini, system bumpin'\n[01:55.99] Me no worried; Rastafari\n[01:57.51] This the hardest, supersonic\n[01:59.13] Systematic, too retarded\n[02:00.67] New Versace, new apartment\n[02:02.35] Bigger closet, newer carpet\n[02:03.72] Hit departments, cooler garments\n[02:05.72] Set my goal up, new accomplish\n[02:07.18] Shootin' targets, you the target\n[02:08.09] Movin' targets, new accomplice\n[02:10.60] Killed the game and still regardless\n[02:11.83] Beat the charges, do the honors\n[02:13.25] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: r - Cali\n  artist: A$AP Rocky\n  album: Best Of A$AP Rocky\n  duration_ms: 139755\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Oh, yeah\n  start_ms: 1540\n  end_ms: 3860\n- text: Oh, yeah\n  start_ms: 3860\n  end_ms: 6570\n- text: Oh, yeah\n  start_ms: 6570\n  end_ms: 9300\n- text: Oh, wooh!\n  start_ms: 9300\n  end_ms: 12580\n- text: Niggas pistol-poppin' like it's 1999\n  start_ms: 12580\n  end_ms: 15220\n- text: I was nine, maybe ten, then again, never mind\n  start_ms: 15220\n  end_ms: 18220\n- text: Press rewind, back in time\n  start_ms: 18220\n  end_ms: 20280\n- text: Before rappers droppin' dimes\n  start_ms: 20280\n  end_ms: 21680\n- text: Trap or die, choppin' pies\n  start_ms: 21680\n  end_ms: 23300\n- text: With clichés all in they rhymes\n  start_ms: 23300\n  end_ms: 24800\n- text: Now it's Gucci, Prada and anything designer\n  start_ms: 24800\n  end_ms: 28260\n- text: Money, power, the whole enchilada\n  start_ms: 28260\n  end_ms: 31230\n- text: Commas, dollas, the greens and the guava (oh)\n  start_ms: 31230\n  end_ms: 34660\n- text: They serve you to your flocka\n  start_ms: 34660\n  end_ms: 36020\n- text: If you disrespect that blocka, blocka\n  start_ms: 36020\n  end_ms: 37950\n- text: Choppas on eavesdroppers\n  start_ms: 37950\n  end_ms: 39150\n- text: Fuck these choppas, I'm about it\n  start_ms: 39150\n  end_ms: 40680\n- text: Grindin' like 2Pac or Biggie Poppa\n  start_ms: 40680\n  end_ms: 42170\n- text: Yeah, you outer, but I'm hotter\n  start_ms: 42170\n  end_ms: 44460\n- text: Car jackin', pistol-packin'\n  start_ms: 44460\n  end_ms: 45970\n- text: Mothafuckin' choppers clappin'\n  start_ms: 45970\n  end_ms: 47860\n- text: Metal jacket, automatic magazines, head-on traffic\n  start_ms: 47860\n  end_ms: 50920\n- text: Fenders smashin', windows crashin'\n  start_ms: 50920\n  end_ms: 52610\n- text: Pants saggin', fuck your fashion\n  start_ms: 52610\n  end_ms: 54050\n- text: Yeah, a nigga run Manhattan\n  start_ms: 54050\n  end_ms: 55640\n- text: Back in Cali's where it happen\n  start_ms: 55640\n  end_ms: 57380\n- text: They fit Gucci, Escada and anything designer\n  start_ms: 57380\n  end_ms: 60250\n- text: Groupies, poppers, they all gonna swallow\n  start_ms: 60250\n  end_ms: 62890\n- text: It was probably the robbers\n  start_ms: 62890\n  end_ms: 65220\n- text: The goons and the goblins (oh)\n  start_ms: 65220\n  end_ms: 66780\n- text: They hatin' a lot, medulla oblongata\n  start_ms: 66780\n  end_ms: 69830\n- text: From New York to San Andreas\n  start_ms: 69830\n  end_ms: 71480\n- text: And all around the world\n  start_ms: 71480\n  end_ms: 72950\n- text: Going back to Cali\n  start_ms: 72950\n  end_ms: 74630\n- text: Going back to Cali\n  start_ms: 74630\n  end_ms: 76480\n- text: New York to San Andreas\n  start_ms: 76480\n  end_ms: 78070\n- text: I'm screaming, \"Fuck the world!\"\n  start_ms: 78070\n  end_ms: 79650\n- text: I'm going back to Cali\n  start_ms: 79650\n  end_ms: 81160\n- text: Going back to Cali (Uh)\n  start_ms: 81160\n  end_ms: 83160\n- text: Nigga, what's brackin'? 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