[{"id":35871624,"name":"Don't Ya Dare Laugh","trackName":"Don't Ya Dare Laugh","artistName":"B-Real","albumName":"Smoke N Mirrors","duration":237.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Niggas run up on ya\nWhen you live in California\nIn the home of marijuana\nStreets get hotter than a sauna\nNow this ain't funny, so don't you dare laugh\nThey run up on the side of ya ride and then blast\nWhen it pops off, it happens that fast\nIf you soft, you just won't last\n\nI was born in Los Angeles city\nWhere the thugs ride low, get dough and the girls are pretty\nIt's hostile and gritty, outsiders see the beauty\nSun shines, but sometimes it's dark and moody\nWhatever you do to me, you won't stop my grind son\nWhen you find one, you hold on and shine\n\nDon't lay back, relax\n'Cause the minute you lay back, someone takes away from your stacks\nNowadays it's a struggle to hustle\n\nNot only in the street, the rap game's in a fuckin' shambles\nSo I came with the brain to boost 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or peace\n  And beef, homie, ain't just somethin' you eat\n  But the taste of revenge is oh so sweet\n  Your boy won't sleep 'til I'm up in that Benz\n  E-Class, heat blast, leave 'em in a trench\n\n  And take me off the bench, I'm ready for the game\n  Your business fucked up, they got you signin' for a chain\n  They callin' for a change, they callin' out my name\n\n  Young De, they want me to come and do my thang\n  Plain black tee, I ain't do it for the fame\n  Same black Glock if you move into my lane\n\n  Same old blocks is the spots where I hang\n  In the stu' with the vets, but your boy ain't changed\n\n  Niggas run up on ya\n  When you live in California\n  In the home of marijuana\n  Streets get hotter than a sauna\n  Now this ain't funny, so don't you dare laugh\n  They run up on the side of ya ride and then blast\n  When it pops off, it happens that fast\n  If you soft, you just won't last\n\n  Top back smashin' in a California fashion\n  Even the strong get chin-checked, 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When it pops off, it happens that fast\n  If you soft, you just won't last\n"},{"id":25573315,"name":"Don't Ya Dare Laugh","trackName":"Don't Ya Dare Laugh","artistName":"B‐Real","albumName":"Smoke N Mirrors","duration":237.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Niggas run up on ya\nWhen you live in California\nIn the home of marijuana\nStreets get hotter than a sauna\nNow this ain't funny, so don't you dare laugh\nThey run up on the side of ya ride and then blast\nWhen it pops off, it happens that fast\nIf you soft, you just won't last\n\nI was born in Los Angeles city\nWhere the thugs ride low, get dough and the girls are pretty\nIt's hostile and gritty, outsiders see the beauty\nSun shines, but sometimes it's dark and moody\nWhatever you do to me, you won't stop my grind son\nWhen you find one, you hold on and shine\n\nDon't lay back, relax\n'Cause the minute you lay back, someone takes away from your stacks\nNowadays it's a struggle to hustle\n\nNot only in the 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sauna\nNow this ain't funny so don't ya dare laugh\nThey run up on the side of your ride and then blast\nWhen it pops off it happens that fast\nIf you soft, you just won't last","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Don't Ya Dare Laugh featuring Xzibit & Young De\n  artist: B Real of Cypress Hill\n  album: Smoke N Mirrors\n  duration_ms: 236800\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Niggaz run up on ya, when you live in California\n  In the home of marijuana, streets get hotter than sauna\n  Now this ain't funny so don't ya dare laugh\n  They run up on the side of your ride and then blast\n  When it pops off it happens that fast\n  If you soft, you just won't last\n\n  I was born in Los Angeles city\n  Where the thugs ride low, get dough, and the girls are pretty\n  It's hostile and gritty, outsiders see the beauty\n  Sun shines but sometimes it's dark and moody\n  Whatever you do to me you won't stop my grind\n  Son when you find one you hold on and shine\n  Don't lay back, relax\n  Cause the minute you lay back, someone takes away from your stacks\n  Nowadays it's a struggle to hustle\n  Not only in the street, the rap games, and the fucked up shuffles\n  So I came with the rain, to boost it back\n  Real life is a struggle but we used to that\n  No matter, who you are or who you be with\n  We all want the same thangs, we all in the same gang\n  Same dope, same notes we flow for\n  Same dreams and schemes we investin our soul for\n\n  Niggaz run up on ya, when you live in California\n  In the home of marijuana, streets get hotter than sauna\n  Now this ain't funny so don't ya dare laugh\n  They run up on the side of your ride and then blast\n  When it pops off it happens that fast\n  If you soft, you just won't last\n\n  I'm livin that Cali life, in the hundred degree heat\n  And you wonder why they found another body in the streets\n  No AC, packed in a car eight deep\n  They go kamikaze, no camraderie or peace\n  And beef, homey ain't just somethin you eat\n  But the taste of revenge, is oh so sweet\n  Your boy won't sleep, 'til I'm up in that Benz\n  E-class heat blast leave 'em in a trench\n  And take me off the bench, I'm ready for the game\n  Your business fucked up they got you signin for a chain\n  They callin for a change, they callin out my name\n  Young De they want me to come and do my thang\n  Plain black tee I ain't do it for the fame\n  Same black glock if you move into my lane\n  Same old blocks is the spots where I hang\n  On the stoop with the vets but your boy ain't changed\n\n  Niggaz run up on ya, when you live in California\n  In the home of marijuana, streets get hotter than sauna\n  Now this ain't funny so don't ya dare laugh\n  They run up on the side of your ride and then blast\n  When it pops off it happens that fast\n  If you soft, you just won't last\n\n  Top hat smashin in a California fashion\n  Even the strong get chinchecked tested and blasted\n  Wrapped in plastic, dumped out for weak reasons\n  I beach cruise, black t-shirts for each season\n  Come here flossin ya knots\n  You're not leavin with that, now where my motherfuckin gangsters at?\n  More single mothers than brothers than we got on the street\n  Better have you a handle whenever you keepin the peace\n  Still 'Fuck Tha Police' at least the coast stay consistent\n  Fame is lame but life is lost in an instant\n  Hit the fence then sprint through the neighbor's yard\n  Canine is on your ass if they catch you then you're gone\n  This is for the soldiers that's never comin home\n  Who been crackin for the cause candy-painted to the chrome\n  Hikin up Cypress Hill with two bongs\n  B-Real got a pound then it's on - we smokin\n\n  Niggaz run up on ya, when you live in California\n  In the home of marijuana, streets get hotter than sauna\n  Now this ain't funny so don't ya dare laugh\n  They run up on the side of your ride and then blast\n  When it pops off it happens that fast\n  If you soft, you just won't last\n"}]