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fists meet\n[02:30.62] Down in Mexico eating chick meat\n[02:33.43] No emotions, lotions on the bed sheets.\n[03:32.18] I saw her walking cause I'm stalking on the dead streets\n[03:35.73] Trying to purchase where the shoulders and a head meet\n[03:38.40] She had a tight pink dress, her pussy was a weapon\n[03:43.02] Said she was a daughter of a Reverend\n[03:44.83] Well thank god I don't believe in heaven\n[03:47.58] Butt cheeks sculpted like a horses hind\n[03:50.27] Shit man, I think that I just crossed the line\n[03:53.85] Annual abortion time\n[03:54.79] Yeah, she got the tat straight from West 4th\n[03:58.43] Hereditary cancer almost took her breast off\n[04:01.17] And over 6 months she said she had a chest cough\n[04:04.86] Well I'm not a doctor, but I know that's not a good sign\n[04:07.55] Matter of time 'til she placed and laced in a wood pine\n[04:11.23] For years she was the hood slime\n[04:13.05] Now no longer having a good time\n[04:13.94] Under earth, she burst into a sudden birth\n[04:17.50] Oh shit, the facial of my cousin Murph\n[04:21.26] Strange occurrences, alignment with the sun and earth, yeah\n[04:28.47] As baby turtles break the sand just to figure out the meaning\n[04:30.21] Instinctively they heading towards the water cause they need it\n[04:33.88] Forever cycles stay the same, they feel it like a fiends wrist\n[04:36.56] Mustard straight from Russia that they brought in on a steam ship\n[04:40.21] My mustache like a Colonel\n[04:42.93] Take a haters facial and I treat it like a urinal\n[04:46.51] A bit disturbed, confessions in a journal\n[04:50.17] I'm sickened by my thoughts so it's tossed in the inferno.\n[04:54.69] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Alligator\n  artist: Action Bronson\n  album: Saaab Stories\n  duration_ms: 331000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Baby my ride so clean, I ride so dirty\n  start_ms: 13630\n  end_ms: 17360\n- text: I'm about to buy an alligator for my birthday\n  start_ms: 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said, \"Baby I crashed the Benz,\" don't worry.\n[00:26.42] I ride so clean, my ride so dirty\n[00:30.06] I'm about to buy a fucking Lion for my birthday\n[00:33.67] My girl asking me, \"where you been?\" don't worry\n[00:37.25] She said, \"baby I crashed the Benz don't worry.\"\n[00:39.97] Dropkicks out the drop-top 6\n[00:45.40] Don't make your fucking kid become a hostage, I got this\n[00:49.07] Stay in the water like the lochness\n[00:51.73] Shirtless rocking a locket\n[00:52.60] Drugs in my pocket\n[00:54.47] It's all for a profit\n[00:56.35] Aim it and pop it, drive in a range in my boxers\n[00:59.92] Lay in the tropics, my girl pussy red like a lobster\n[01:03.60] Orgies at Hofstra\n[01:04.55] My bank account is like a polish doctor\n[01:07.21] My heart is cold, I sing a soldiers opera\n[01:09.98] My drug's as strong as Arnold\n[01:13.61] They found her dead in the gold Impala\n[01:16.36] Hanging backwards out the chopper\n[01:18.18] The room smell like nag chopper\n[01:20.99] Most my crew a bunch of art robbers\n[01:23.67] Yeah, I rhyme sick like i play with shit\n[01:55.20] I've driven every flavored whip there is to get\n[01:58.83] Feel like i dip that cigarette in wet stuff\n[02:00.61] I should be on that Sped Ed bus, layin' on the bed with a red head slut\n[02:06.11] These mother fuckers praying that I don't make it\n[02:09.78] I'm on the balcony stoned and naked playing sega\n[02:13.40] Prince of Albania\n[02:15.25] No money, nothing to say to ya\n[02:17.05] I push the limo to the stadium\n[02:19.75] Game 7, Knicks- Heat\n[02:21.55] Me and Spike had to switch seats\n[02:24.38] Cause he kept spilling henny all on my bitch feet\n[02:27.02] Expensive bracelets where my forearms and my fists meet\n[02:30.62] Down in Mexico eating chick meat\n[02:33.43] No emotions, lotions on the bed sheets.\n[03:32.18] I saw her walking cause I'm stalking on the dead streets\n[03:35.73] Trying to purchase where the shoulders and a head meet\n[03:38.40] She had a tight 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No!\"\n\"Do you understand me or not?!\"\n\"No I don't, I don't!\"\n\"What are we gonna do, what are we gonna do?!\"\n\nSo what I'm saying is the armored truck arrives about 7 sharp\nWear the dress and wear the wig\nLight one cig then wait for my instructions\nIf you listen, we'll be skating through customs eating muffins\nTropical discussion, you can see your reflection up in my Duncans, Shit I go nuts\nAnd I'm not fat, I'm only robust\nCrash the jeep into your crib until it blows up\n\nUh, till it blows up\nCrash the jeep into your crib until it blows up\nMotherfucker, till it blows up\nIt's voodoo","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.89] \"I'm all alone, I come to this big black-and-gold death Benz\n[00:06.36] The windows are rolled down, the inside has--\"\n[00:08.16] \"Rough Leather?\"\n[00:09.95] \"That's wh-- You want to tell them my dream, man?\n[00:11.71] \"No, it's fine\"\n[00:14.47] \"--two of the flyest girls you ever wanna see, man...\"\n[00:18.01] I am my own religion, you can wear me on your neck\n[00:31.52] I might take a shit and wipe my ass with a rap check\n[00:34.25] The Captain because I lead by example\n[00:37.04] Alone smoking wax in a room full of candles\n[00:40.61] Haitian lady, poke a doll with the needle\n[00:42.45] Ayo, the bitch kind of resembles Don Cheadle\n[00:46.08] I'm like a blonde Seagull, twist the rubies in my aunt's regal\n[00:48.73] Drinking Parmesan, watching Home Alone\n[00:51.46] Even when I'm home alone, I always hold the chrome\n[00:54.15] Cause they come from out of nowhere, trying to pull your cord\n[00:56.89] They flee off in a blue-ish Ford, put two in the door\n[01:00.42] Never ruin the raw\n[01:01.36] Run in the tunnels from the two or the four-train in broad day\n[01:04.98] Your silly rabbit rhymes are foreplay\n[01:06.75] I cop a 50-bag with short change\n[01:09.46] You can see my mom's reflection in a Sport-Range\n[01:12.10] Shit, it's voodoo\n[01:14.87] It's voodoo It started raining out of nowhere\n[01:25.73] I let the flare off, it almost burned my fucking hair off\n[01:28.40] Science forbid, Jamaican girls be eyeing the kid\n[01:32.07] She weighed 275, she could've played the d-line\n[01:34.75] For the Bengals, we danced the Tango-Tango\n[01:38.32] I sing a jingle, now the beamer slammed like Kurt Angle\n[01:41.00] Curse out the window at a cunt that tried to cut me off\n[01:43.75] I hit her window with a fried rice and duck sauce\n[01:46.41] It's voodoo, you're doodoo\n[01:50.07] Stash the acid in the asshole of a German Poodle\n[01:52.71] Uh, sacrifice the motherfucking chicken\n[01:57.26] It's voodoo\n[01:59.08] \"Now I want you to set set up right here.\"\n[01:59.99] \"No--\"\n[02:00.87] \"I want you behind the garbage can. Wait for my instructions.\"\n[02:01.70] \"Where, where. No!\"\n[02:02.63] \"Do you understand me or not?!\"\n[02:05.31] \"No I don't, I don't!\"\n[02:06.21] \"What are we gonna do, what are we gonna do?!\"\n[02:08.08] So what I'm saying is the armored truck arrives about 7 sharp\n[02:10.80] Wear the dress and wear the wig\n[02:13.55] Light one cig then wait for my instructions\n[02:15.35] If you listen, we'll be skating through customs eating muffins\n[02:18.95] Tropical discussion, you can see your reflection up in my Duncans, Shit I go nuts\n[02:24.35] And I'm not fat, I'm only robust\n[02:27.08] Crash the jeep into your crib until it blows up\n[02:30.63] Uh, till it blows up\n[02:33.32] Crash the jeep into your crib until it blows up\n[02:36.03] Motherfucker, till it blows up\n[02:39.68] It's voodoo\n[02:41.44] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Voodoo feat. 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Wait for my instructions.\"\n[02:01.76] \"Where, where. 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Wait for my instructions.\"\n\"Where, where. No!\"\n\"Do you understand me or not?!\"\n\"No I don't, I don't!\"\n\"What are we gonna do, what are we gonna do?!\"\n\nSo what I'm saying is the armored truck arrives about 7 sharp\nWear the dress and wear the wig\nLight one cig then wait for my instructions\nIf you listen, we'll be skating through customs eating muffins\nTropical discussion, you can see your reflection up in my Duncans, Shit I go nuts\nAnd I'm not fat, I'm only robust\nCrash the jeep into your crib until it blows up\n\nUh, till it blows up\nCrash the jeep into your crib until it blows up\nMotherfucker, till it blows up\nIt's voodoo","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.89] \"I'm all alone, I come to this big black-and-gold death Benz\n[00:06.36] The windows are rolled down, the inside has--\"\n[00:08.16] \"Rough Leather?\"\n[00:09.95] \"That's wh-- You want to tell them my dream, man?\n[00:11.71] \"No, it's fine\"\n[00:14.47] \"--two of the flyest girls you ever wanna see, man...\"\n[00:18.01] I am my own religion, you can wear me on your neck\n[00:31.52] I might take a shit and wipe my ass with a rap check\n[00:34.25] The Captain because I lead by example\n[00:37.04] Alone smoking wax in a room full of candles\n[00:40.61] Haitian lady, poke a doll with the needle\n[00:42.45] Ayo, the bitch kind of resembles Don Cheadle\n[00:46.08] I'm like a blonde Seagull, twist the rubies in my aunt's regal\n[00:48.73] Drinking Parmesan, watching Home Alone\n[00:51.46] Even when I'm home alone, I always hold the chrome\n[00:54.15] Cause they come from out of nowhere, trying to pull your cord\n[00:56.89] They flee off in a blue-ish Ford, put two in the door\n[01:00.42] Never ruin the raw\n[01:01.36] Run in the tunnels from the two or the four-train in broad day\n[01:04.98] Your silly rabbit rhymes are foreplay\n[01:06.75] I cop a 50-bag with short change\n[01:09.46] You can see my mom's reflection in a Sport-Range\n[01:12.10] Shit, it's voodoo\n[01:14.87] It's voodoo It started raining out of nowhere\n[01:25.73] I let the flare off, it almost burned my fucking hair off\n[01:28.40] Science forbid, Jamaican girls be eyeing the kid\n[01:32.07] She weighed 275, she could've played the d-line\n[01:34.75] For the Bengals, we danced the Tango-Tango\n[01:38.32] I sing a jingle, now the beamer slammed like Kurt Angle\n[01:41.00] Curse out the window at a cunt that tried to cut me off\n[01:43.75] I hit her window with a fried rice and duck sauce\n[01:46.41] It's voodoo, you're doodoo\n[01:50.07] Stash the acid in the asshole of a German Poodle\n[01:52.71] Uh, sacrifice the motherfucking chicken\n[01:57.26] It's voodoo\n[01:59.08] \"Now I want you to set set up right here.\"\n[01:59.99] \"No--\"\n[02:00.87] \"I want you behind the garbage can. Wait for my instructions.\"\n[02:01.70] \"Where, where. No!\"\n[02:02.63] \"Do you understand me or not?!\"\n[02:05.31] \"No I don't, I don't!\"\n[02:06.21] \"What are we gonna do, what are we gonna do?!\"\n[02:08.08] So what I'm saying is the armored truck arrives about 7 sharp\n[02:10.80] Wear the dress and wear the wig\n[02:13.55] Light one cig then wait for my instructions\n[02:15.35] If you listen, we'll be skating through customs eating muffins\n[02:18.95] Tropical discussion, you can see your reflection up in my Duncans, Shit I go nuts\n[02:24.35] And I'm not fat, I'm only robust\n[02:27.08] Crash the jeep into your crib until it blows up\n[02:30.63] Uh, till it blows up\n[02:33.32] Crash the jeep into your crib until it blows up\n[02:36.03] Motherfucker, till it blows up\n[02:39.68] It's voodoo\n[02:41.44] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Voodoo\n  artist: The Alchemist feat. 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Wait for my instructions.\"\n  \"Where, where. No!\"\n  \"Do you understand me or not?!\"\n  \"No I don't, I don't!\"\n  \"What are we gonna do, what are we gonna do?!\"\n\n  So what I'm saying is the armored truck arrives about 7 sharp\n  Wear the dress and wear the wig\n  Light one cig then wait for my instructions\n  If you listen, we'll be skating through customs eating muffins\n  Tropical discussion, you can see your reflection up in my Duncans, Shit I go nuts\n  And I'm not fat, I'm only robust\n  Crash the jeep into your crib until it blows up\n\n  Uh, till it blows up\n  Crash the jeep into your crib until it blows up\n  Motherfucker, till it blows up\n  It's voodoo\n"}]