[{"id":10694825,"name":"Tony's Touch","trackName":"Tony's Touch","artistName":"Big L","albumName":"Return of the Devil's Son (Deluxe Edition)","duration":116.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, I be that smooth cat you never seen rollin' with clowns\nOne of the few from Uptown that's holdin' it down\nBitches be on me like I'm welfare\nEven rich whores that live in Bel Air\nIs this Big L? Yeah, hell yeah\nWord up, I use a chrome gat to push domes back\nWatch how you talk when you call me, Feds got my phone tapped\nThis rap game, I put my life in it\nChain got mega ice in it\nPush an Infinite, chrome rims, light-tinted\nAnd you can see pal, it's all about me now\nTwenty G's a show, bitch, three thou' just to freestyle\nI made this cheese, it didn't grow on trees\nCan you hold somethin'? Sure, you can hold on these\nYo I'm fat like a old Cray-on, smooth as Rayon\nL is who the ladies stay on, baby play on\nI stay jewel-ed up, pockets swelled up\nFrom banks I held up\nPlenty bitch-ass niggas Big L stuck\nI never catch cold feet when I hold heat\nWe roll deep, in the triple black, dark-tinted o' jeep\nI catch a fag three o'clock in the morn'\nOn the block all alone\nAnd put a Glock to his dome\nTell him: Give it up quick, you nitwit, don't try to get slick\nOr I'mma let this four-fifth spit, and leave your shit split\nPrick, it ain't nothin' decent about me\nA true thug for real, you can ask the precinct about me\nA rap junky, don't try to play me like some flunky\nJewels be chunky, pockets lumpy, attitude grumpy\nAnd mad niggas be frontin' a lot\nPoppin' mad shit, tryin' to be somethin' they not\nYour faggot ass better stick to dancin'\nDon't even look at me, I might break your jaw just for glancin'\nI'm sick like Manson\nIn '97 Harlem kids is blowin'\nAnd we don't trick, we'll let a bitch starve 'til her ribs is showin'","syncedLyrics":"[00:22.46] Yo, I be that smooth cat you never seen rollin' with clowns\n[00:26.15] One of the few from Uptown that's holdin' it down\n[00:28.84] Bitches be on me like I'm welfare\n[00:30.60] Even rich whores that live in Bel Air\n[00:33.36] Is this Big L? Yeah, hell yeah\n[00:34.21] Word up, I use a chrome gat to push domes back\n[00:36.98] Watch how you talk when you call me, Feds got my phone tapped\n[00:40.53] This rap game, I put my life in it\n[00:42.48] Chain got mega ice in it\n[00:43.81] Push an Infinite, chrome rims, light-tinted\n[00:45.64] And you can see pal, it's all about me now\n[00:48.32] Twenty G's a show, bitch, three thou' just to freestyle\n[00:51.91] I made this cheese, it didn't grow on trees\n[00:53.76] Can you hold somethin'? Sure, you can hold on these\n[00:56.46] Yo I'm fat like a old Cray-on, smooth as Rayon\n[00:59.15] L is who the ladies stay on, baby play on\n[01:01.81] I stay jewel-ed up, pockets swelled up\n[01:04.57] From banks I held up\n[01:05.43] Plenty bitch-ass niggas Big L stuck\n[01:08.30] I never catch cold feet when I hold heat\n[01:10.03] We roll deep, in the triple black, dark-tinted o' jeep\n[01:12.73] I catch a fag three o'clock in the morn'\n[01:15.47] On the block all alone\n[01:17.19] And put a Glock to his dome\n[01:18.00] Tell him: Give it up quick, you nitwit, don't try to get slick\n[01:20.71] Or I'mma let this four-fifth spit, and leave your shit split\n[01:24.32] Prick, it ain't nothin' decent about me\n[01:26.12] A true thug for real, you can ask the precinct about me\n[01:28.80] A rap junky, don't try to play me like some flunky\n[01:31.59] Jewels be chunky, pockets lumpy, attitude grumpy\n[01:35.26] And mad niggas be frontin' a lot\n[01:37.06] Poppin' mad shit, tryin' to be somethin' they not\n[01:39.74] Your faggot ass better stick to dancin'\n[01:41.51] Don't even look at me, I might break your jaw just for glancin'\n[01:45.27] I'm sick like Manson\n[01:46.11] In '97 Harlem kids is blowin'\n[01:47.92] And we don't trick, we'll let a bitch starve 'til her ribs is showin'\n[01:51.54] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Tony's Touch\n artist: Big L\n album: Return of the Devil's Son (Deluxe Edition)\n duration_ms: 116000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo, I be that smooth cat you never seen rollin' with clowns\n start_ms: 22460\n end_ms: 26150\n- text: One of the few from Uptown that's holdin' it down\n start_ms: 26150\n end_ms: 28840\n- text: Bitches be on me like I'm welfare\n start_ms: 28840\n end_ms: 30600\n- text: Even rich whores that live in Bel Air\n start_ms: 30600\n end_ms: 33360\n- text: Is this Big L? 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Yeah, hell yeah\n Word up, I use a chrome gat to push domes back\n Watch how you talk when you call me, Feds got my phone tapped\n This rap game, I put my life in it\n Chain got mega ice in it\n Push an Infinite, chrome rims, light-tinted\n And you can see pal, it's all about me now\n Twenty G's a show, bitch, three thou' just to freestyle\n I made this cheese, it didn't grow on trees\n Can you hold somethin'? Sure, you can hold on these\n Yo I'm fat like a old Cray-on, smooth as Rayon\n L is who the ladies stay on, baby play on\n I stay jewel-ed up, pockets swelled up\n From banks I held up\n Plenty bitch-ass niggas Big L stuck\n I never catch cold feet when I hold heat\n We roll deep, in the triple black, dark-tinted o' jeep\n I catch a fag three o'clock in the morn'\n On the block all alone\n And put a Glock to his dome\n Tell him: Give it up quick, you nitwit, don't try to get slick\n Or I'mma let this four-fifth spit, and leave your shit split\n Prick, it ain't nothin' decent about me\n A true thug for real, you can ask the precinct about me\n A rap junky, don't try to play me like some flunky\n Jewels be chunky, pockets lumpy, attitude grumpy\n And mad niggas be frontin' a lot\n Poppin' mad shit, tryin' to be somethin' they not\n Your faggot ass better stick to dancin'\n Don't even look at me, I might break your jaw just for glancin'\n I'm sick like Manson\n In '97 Harlem kids is blowin'\n And we don't trick, we'll let a bitch starve 'til her ribs is showin'\n"},{"id":10518656,"name":"Tony’s Touch","trackName":"Tony’s Touch","artistName":"Big L","albumName":"Return of the Devil’s Son","duration":117.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, I be that smooth cat you never seen rollin' with clowns\nOne of the few from Uptown that's holdin' it down\nBitches be on me like I'm welfare\nEven rich whores that live in Bel Air\nIs this Big L? Yeah, hell yeah\nWord up, I use a chrome gat to push domes back\nWatch how you talk when you call me, Feds got my phone tapped\nThis rap game, I put my life in it\nChain got mega ice in it\nPush an Infinite, chrome rims, light-tinted\nAnd you can see pal, it's all about me now\nTwenty G's a show, bitch, three thou' just to freestyle\nI made this cheese, it didn't grow on trees\nCan you hold somethin'? Sure, you can hold on these\nYo I'm fat like a old Cray-on, smooth as Rayon\nL is who the ladies stay on, baby play on\nI stay jewel-ed up, pockets swelled up\nFrom banks I held up\nPlenty bitch-ass niggas Big L stuck\nI never catch cold feet when I hold heat\nWe roll deep, in the triple black, dark-tinted o' jeep\nI catch a fag three o'clock in the morn'\nOn the block all alone\nAnd put a Glock to his dome\nTell him: Give it up quick, you nitwit, don't try to get slick\nOr I'mma let this four-fifth spit, and leave your shit split\nPrick, it ain't nothin' decent about me\nA true thug for real, you can ask the precinct about me\nA rap junky, don't try to play me like some flunky\nJewels be chunky, pockets lumpy, attitude grumpy\nAnd mad niggas be frontin' a lot\nPoppin' mad shit, tryin' to be somethin' they not\nYour faggot ass better stick to dancin'\nDon't even look at me, I might break your jaw just for glancin'\nI'm sick like Manson\nIn '97 Harlem kids is blowin'\nAnd we don't trick, we'll let a bitch starve 'til her ribs is showin'","syncedLyrics":"[00:22.46] Yo, I be that smooth cat you never seen rollin' with clowns\n[00:26.15] One of the few from Uptown that's holdin' it down\n[00:28.84] Bitches be on me like I'm welfare\n[00:30.60] Even rich whores that live in Bel Air\n[00:33.36] Is this Big L? Yeah, hell yeah\n[00:34.21] Word up, I use a chrome gat to push domes back\n[00:36.98] Watch how you talk when you call me, Feds got my phone tapped\n[00:40.53] This rap game, I put my life in it\n[00:42.48] Chain got mega ice in it\n[00:43.81] Push an Infinite, chrome rims, light-tinted\n[00:45.64] And you can see pal, it's all about me now\n[00:48.32] Twenty G's a show, bitch, three thou' just to freestyle\n[00:51.91] I made this cheese, it didn't grow on trees\n[00:53.76] Can you hold somethin'? 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Sure, you can hold on these\n start_ms: 53760\n end_ms: 56460\n- text: Yo I'm fat like a old Cray-on, smooth as Rayon\n start_ms: 56460\n end_ms: 59150\n- text: L is who the ladies stay on, baby play on\n start_ms: 59150\n end_ms: 61810\n- text: I stay jewel-ed up, pockets swelled up\n start_ms: 61810\n end_ms: 64570\n- text: From banks I held up\n start_ms: 64570\n end_ms: 65430\n- text: Plenty bitch-ass niggas Big L stuck\n start_ms: 65430\n end_ms: 68300\n- text: I never catch cold feet when I hold heat\n start_ms: 68300\n end_ms: 70030\n- text: We roll deep, in the triple black, dark-tinted o' jeep\n start_ms: 70030\n end_ms: 72730\n- text: I catch a fag three o'clock in the morn'\n start_ms: 72730\n end_ms: 75470\n- text: On the block all alone\n start_ms: 75470\n end_ms: 77190\n- text: And put a Glock to his dome\n start_ms: 77190\n end_ms: 78000\n- text: 'Tell him: Give it up quick, you nitwit, don''t try to get slick'\n start_ms: 78000\n end_ms: 80710\n- text: Or I'mma let this four-fifth spit, and leave your shit split\n start_ms: 80710\n end_ms: 84320\n- text: Prick, it ain't nothin' decent about me\n start_ms: 84320\n end_ms: 86120\n- text: A true thug for real, you can ask the precinct about me\n start_ms: 86120\n end_ms: 88800\n- text: A rap junky, don't try to play me like some flunky\n start_ms: 88800\n end_ms: 91590\n- text: Jewels be chunky, pockets lumpy, attitude grumpy\n start_ms: 91590\n end_ms: 95260\n- text: And mad niggas be frontin' a lot\n start_ms: 95260\n end_ms: 97060\n- text: Poppin' mad shit, tryin' to be somethin' they not\n start_ms: 97060\n end_ms: 99740\n- text: Your faggot ass better stick to dancin'\n start_ms: 99740\n end_ms: 101510\n- text: Don't even look at me, I might break your jaw just for glancin'\n start_ms: 101510\n end_ms: 105270\n- text: I'm sick like Manson\n start_ms: 105270\n end_ms: 106110\n- text: In '97 Harlem kids is blowin'\n start_ms: 106110\n end_ms: 107920\n- text: And we don't trick, we'll let a bitch starve 'til her ribs is showin'\n start_ms: 107920\n end_ms: 111540\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 111540\nplain: |-\n Yo, I be that smooth cat you never seen rollin' with clowns\n One of the few from Uptown that's holdin' it down\n Bitches be on me like I'm welfare\n Even rich whores that live in Bel Air\n Is this Big L? Yeah, hell yeah\n Word up, I use a chrome gat to push domes back\n Watch how you talk when you call me, Feds got my phone tapped\n This rap game, I put my life in it\n Chain got mega ice in it\n Push an Infinite, chrome rims, light-tinted\n And you can see pal, it's all about me now\n Twenty G's a show, bitch, three thou' just to freestyle\n I made this cheese, it didn't grow on trees\n Can you hold somethin'? Sure, you can hold on these\n Yo I'm fat like a old Cray-on, smooth as Rayon\n L is who the ladies stay on, baby play on\n I stay jewel-ed up, pockets swelled up\n From banks I held up\n Plenty bitch-ass niggas Big L stuck\n I never catch cold feet when I hold heat\n We roll deep, in the triple black, dark-tinted o' jeep\n I catch a fag three o'clock in the morn'\n On the block all alone\n And put a Glock to his dome\n Tell him: Give it up quick, you nitwit, don't try to get slick\n Or I'mma let this four-fifth spit, and leave your shit split\n Prick, it ain't nothin' decent about me\n A true thug for real, you can ask the precinct about me\n A rap junky, don't try to play me like some flunky\n Jewels be chunky, pockets lumpy, attitude grumpy\n And mad niggas be frontin' a lot\n Poppin' mad shit, tryin' to be somethin' they not\n Your faggot ass better stick to dancin'\n Don't even look at me, I might break your jaw just for glancin'\n I'm sick like Manson\n In '97 Harlem kids is blowin'\n And we don't trick, we'll let a bitch starve 'til her ribs is showin'\n"}]