[{"id":18153675,"name":"Boomerang","trackName":"Boomerang","artistName":"Big Pun","albumName":"Big Pun - Capital Punishment","duration":216.0145,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Niggas is flossing a lot, time to start extorting the block\nJust a portion of the prod' off the top for my Porsche and my yacht\nSomething for the cops to keep 'em blind\nSo we can grind with peace of mind\nTurn the key and shine without being dimed\nTime to expand, New York to Chicago, Colorado\nYou know my motto, Clock G's and rock keys like Drago\nPablo Escobar and Dom Pérignon\nWe're buying out the bar and Don Juan and every woman's Chandonin'\n\nLong donging 'em down like Sean Michaels does 'em\nI'm like a psycho fucking, sucking the butt like liposuction\nUp and down with the tongue twister\nC'mon on, sister! Big Pun's Mr. \"Cock and Squeeze\" like a gun tester\nCrushing sisters' backs with the demon snap\nHit you from the back, close your eyes, relax, let me feed the cat\nLiving phat, true mack, niggas was catching feelings\nDealing with a smaller deck, it just wasn't as mass appealing\n\nI started feeling funny, niggas coming short with money\nI called my son, he told me, \"Chill!\", he'd be over in 20\n\"Punny, what's the deal? Niggas wanna kill me\"\nHe said, \"It's real, they jealous and tired of seeing me Willie silly\"\nHad more to claim, niggas throwing shit in the game\nGave my wife some pictures with me and bitches running the train\nIt's like a dream, I called my team and started flipping\nLocked the clip in, started lifting niggas off the ground like a magician\nI skipped town, be back around when things quiet down\nI lost it all for now, but it'll take more to hold me down\n\n(\"Top of the world, ma! Haha! Top of the world!\")\n\nYo, this is the bad time, Boomerang! Bring it all back\nFlashback, live and prosper, eat well and get fat\nI was Pop Dula, pop-ular to the masses\nI miss the E-Classes, rocking Game of Death glasses\nRock bottom struck and threw my world off its axis\nBoomerang! Plan to come back like Bronx rap\nStorm like the Redcoats through anything in my path\nFirst, you shining like sterling, then you broke like brick in Berlin\n\nNow, should I slit my wrists? Go for it all or call it quits?\nPicture me taking my life, leaving my wife and my daughter shit\nWish I could slip back and switch the memories\nLift the felonies from my record and respected my enemies\nLive like the Kennedy's, above the law\nFuck 'em all! I'm coming for the rich, thieving 'em even if I wasn't poor\nI seen it all like I said before\nThe streets are for men at war, and the beasts are the predators\n\nI shed it all first and be the primary source\nOf course, I bury any adversaries tryna floss\nJust because, the reason I leave 'em lost in the sauce\nTeeing off like we up North just for being soft\nA beaten horse like a slave, getting minimum wage\nFilling the gauge, front page, these are the last days!\nCash pays and rules, the root of all evil\nShooting amigos for loot, and perico polluting our people\n\nMoving kilos like it's all good through every ghetto\nI ain't judging, but bugging, how we fall so many levels?\nThe Devil's got us by the balls\nThat's why the law allows the drugs to overflood, knowing we gonna buy it all\nIt's time to call a world order where every girl's your daughter\nAnd priceless as ice is and pearls fresh out the water\nI'm gonna get mine, either from crime or through the Bible\nWhichever way, it better pay, I'm feeling suicidal\n\nThis is the bad time Boomerang! Bring it all back\nFlashback, live and prosper, eat well and get fat\nI was Pop Dula, pop-ular to the masses\nI miss the E-Classes, rocking Game Of Death glasses\nRock bottom struck and threw my world off its axis\nBoomerang! Plan to come back like Bronx rap\nStorm like the Redcoats through anything in my path\nFirst, you shining like sterling, then you broke like brick in Berlin","syncedLyrics":"[00:25.23] Niggas is flossing a lot, time to start extorting the block\n[00:28.04] Just a portion of the prod' off the top for my Porsche and my yacht\n[00:30.97] Something for the cops to keep 'em blind\n[00:32.80] So we can grind with peace of mind\n[00:34.18] Turn the key and shine without being dimed\n[00:36.21] Time to expand, New York to Chicago, Colorado\n[00:38.79] You know my motto, Clock G's and rock keys like Drago\n[00:41.47] Pablo Escobar and Dom Pérignon\n[00:43.25] We're buying out the bar and Don Juan and every woman's Chandonin'\n[00:46.60] Long donging 'em down like Sean Michaels does 'em\n[00:48.99] I'm like a psycho fucking, sucking the butt like liposuction\n[00:51.74] Up and down with the tongue twister\n[00:53.41] C'mon on, sister! Big Pun's Mr. \"Cock and Squeeze\" like a gun tester\n[00:56.87] Crushing sisters' backs with the demon snap\n[00:58.99] Hit you from the back, close your eyes, relax, let me feed the cat\n[01:02.18] Living phat, true mack, niggas was catching feelings\n[01:04.50] Dealing with a smaller deck, it just wasn't as mass appealing\n[01:07.15] I started feeling funny, niggas coming short with money\n[01:09.61] I called my son, he told me, \"Chill!\", he'd be over in 20\n[01:12.21] \"Punny, what's the deal? Niggas wanna kill me\"\n[01:14.39] He said, \"It's real, they jealous and tired of seeing me Willie silly\"\n[01:17.31] Had more to claim, niggas throwing shit in the game\n[01:19.72] Gave my wife some pictures with me and bitches running the train\n[01:22.31] It's like a dream, I called my team and started flipping\n[01:24.63] Locked the clip in, started lifting niggas off the ground like a magician\n[01:27.66] I skipped town, be back around when things quiet down\n[01:30.01] I lost it all for now, but it'll take more to hold me down\n[01:32.93] (\"Top of the world, ma! Haha! Top of the world!\")\n[01:36.83] Yo, this is the bad time, Boomerang! Bring it all back\n[01:39.96] Flashback, live and prosper, eat well and get fat\n[01:42.53] I was Pop Dula, pop-ular to the masses\n[01:45.47] I miss the E-Classes, rocking Game of Death glasses\n[01:47.91] Rock bottom struck and threw my world off its axis\n[01:50.70] Boomerang! Plan to come back like Bronx rap\n[01:52.96] Storm like the Redcoats through anything in my path\n[01:55.38] First, you shining like sterling, then you broke like brick in Berlin\n[01:57.90] Now, should I slit my wrists? Go for it all or call it quits?\n[02:00.76] Picture me taking my life, leaving my wife and my daughter shit\n[02:03.84] Wish I could slip back and switch the memories\n[02:05.85] Lift the felonies from my record and respected my enemies\n[02:08.64] Live like the Kennedy's, above the law\n[02:10.54] Fuck 'em all! I'm coming for the rich, thieving 'em even if I wasn't poor\n[02:13.98] I seen it all like I said before\n[02:15.95] The streets are for men at war, and the beasts are the predators\n[02:19.11] I shed it all first and be the primary source\n[02:21.48] Of course, I bury any adversaries tryna floss\n[02:24.22] Just because, the reason I leave 'em lost in the sauce\n[02:27.02] Teeing off like we up North just for being soft\n[02:29.44] A beaten horse like a slave, getting minimum wage\n[02:32.16] Filling the gauge, front page, these are the last days!\n[02:34.68] Cash pays and rules, the root of all evil\n[02:36.99] Shooting amigos for loot, and perico polluting our people\n[02:39.79] Moving kilos like it's all good through every ghetto\n[02:42.32] I ain't judging, but bugging, how we fall so many levels?\n[02:44.93] The Devil's got us by the balls\n[02:46.58] That's why the law allows the drugs to overflood, knowing we gonna buy it all\n[02:50.09] It's time to call a world order where every girl's your daughter\n[02:52.51] And priceless as ice is and pearls fresh out the water\n[02:54.90] I'm gonna get mine, either from crime or through the Bible\n[02:57.37] Whichever way, it better pay, I'm feeling suicidal\n[02:59.63] This is the bad time Boomerang! Bring it all back\n[03:02.36] Flashback, live and prosper, eat well and get fat\n[03:04.82] I was Pop Dula, pop-ular to the masses\n[03:07.76] I miss the E-Classes, rocking Game Of Death glasses\n[03:10.46] Rock bottom struck and threw my world off its axis\n[03:12.98] Boomerang! Plan to come back like Bronx rap\n[03:15.38] Storm like the Redcoats through anything in my path\n[03:17.76] First, you shining like sterling, then you broke like brick in Berlin\n[03:21.98] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Boomerang\n  artist: Big Pun\n  album: Big Pun - Capital Punishment\n  duration_ms: 216015\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Niggas is flossing a lot, time to start extorting the block\n  start_ms: 25230\n  end_ms: 28040\n- text: Just a portion of the prod' off the top for my Porsche and my yacht\n  start_ms: 28040\n  end_ms: 30970\n- text: Something for the cops to keep 'em blind\n  start_ms: 30970\n  end_ms: 32800\n- text: So we can grind with peace of mind\n  start_ms: 32800\n  end_ms: 34180\n- text: Turn the key and shine without being dimed\n  start_ms: 34180\n  end_ms: 36210\n- text: Time to expand, New York to Chicago, Colorado\n  start_ms: 36210\n  end_ms: 38790\n- text: You know my motto, Clock G's and rock keys like Drago\n  start_ms: 38790\n  end_ms: 41470\n- text: Pablo Escobar and Dom Pérignon\n  start_ms: 41470\n  end_ms: 43250\n- text: We're buying out the bar and Don Juan and every woman's Chandonin'\n  start_ms: 43250\n  end_ms: 46600\n- text: Long donging 'em down like Sean Michaels does 'em\n  start_ms: 46600\n  end_ms: 48990\n- text: I'm like a psycho fucking, sucking the butt like liposuction\n  start_ms: 48990\n  end_ms: 51740\n- text: Up and down with the tongue twister\n  start_ms: 51740\n  end_ms: 53410\n- text: C'mon on, sister! 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Bring it all back\n  start_ms: 96830\n  end_ms: 99960\n- text: Flashback, live and prosper, eat well and get fat\n  start_ms: 99960\n  end_ms: 102530\n- text: I was Pop Dula, pop-ular to the masses\n  start_ms: 102530\n  end_ms: 105470\n- text: I miss the E-Classes, rocking Game of Death glasses\n  start_ms: 105470\n  end_ms: 107910\n- text: Rock bottom struck and threw my world off its axis\n  start_ms: 107910\n  end_ms: 110700\n- text: Boomerang! Plan to come back like Bronx rap\n  start_ms: 110700\n  end_ms: 112960\n- text: Storm like the Redcoats through anything in my path\n  start_ms: 112960\n  end_ms: 115380\n- text: First, you shining like sterling, then you broke like brick in Berlin\n  start_ms: 115380\n  end_ms: 117900\n- text: Now, should I slit my wrists? 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Big Pun's Mr. \"Cock and Squeeze\" like a gun tester\n  Crushing sisters' backs with the demon snap\n  Hit you from the back, close your eyes, relax, let me feed the cat\n  Living phat, true mack, niggas was catching feelings\n  Dealing with a smaller deck, it just wasn't as mass appealing\n\n  I started feeling funny, niggas coming short with money\n  I called my son, he told me, \"Chill!\", he'd be over in 20\n  \"Punny, what's the deal? Niggas wanna kill me\"\n  He said, \"It's real, they jealous and tired of seeing me Willie silly\"\n  Had more to claim, niggas throwing shit in the game\n  Gave my wife some pictures with me and bitches running the train\n  It's like a dream, I called my team and started flipping\n  Locked the clip in, started lifting niggas off the ground like a magician\n  I skipped town, be back around when things quiet down\n  I lost it all for now, but it'll take more to hold me down\n\n  (\"Top of the world, ma! Haha! Top of the world!\")\n\n  Yo, this is the bad time, Boomerang! Bring it all back\n  Flashback, live and prosper, eat well and get fat\n  I was Pop Dula, pop-ular to the masses\n  I miss the E-Classes, rocking Game of Death glasses\n  Rock bottom struck and threw my world off its axis\n  Boomerang! Plan to come back like Bronx rap\n  Storm like the Redcoats through anything in my path\n  First, you shining like sterling, then you broke like brick in Berlin\n\n  Now, should I slit my wrists? Go for it all or call it quits?\n  Picture me taking my life, leaving my wife and my daughter shit\n  Wish I could slip back and switch the memories\n  Lift the felonies from my record and respected my enemies\n  Live like the Kennedy's, above the law\n  Fuck 'em all! I'm coming for the rich, thieving 'em even if I wasn't poor\n  I seen it all like I said before\n  The streets are for men at war, and the beasts are the predators\n\n  I shed it all first and be the primary source\n  Of course, I bury any adversaries tryna floss\n  Just because, the reason I leave 'em lost in the sauce\n  Teeing off like we up North just for being soft\n  A beaten horse like a slave, getting minimum wage\n  Filling the gauge, front page, these are the last days!\n  Cash pays and rules, the root of all evil\n  Shooting amigos for loot, and perico polluting our people\n\n  Moving kilos like it's all good through every ghetto\n  I ain't judging, but bugging, how we fall so many levels?\n  The Devil's got us by the balls\n  That's why the law allows the drugs to overflood, knowing we gonna buy it all\n  It's time to call a world order where every girl's your daughter\n  And priceless as ice is and pearls fresh out the water\n  I'm gonna get mine, either from crime or through the Bible\n  Whichever way, it better pay, I'm feeling suicidal\n\n  This is the bad time Boomerang! Bring it all back\n  Flashback, live and prosper, eat well and get fat\n  I was Pop Dula, pop-ular to the masses\n  I miss the E-Classes, rocking Game Of Death glasses\n  Rock bottom struck and threw my world off its axis\n  Boomerang! Plan to come back like Bronx rap\n  Storm like the Redcoats through anything in my path\n  First, you shining like sterling, then you broke like brick in Berlin\n"},{"id":3678733,"name":"Boomerang","trackName":"Boomerang","artistName":"Big Pun","albumName":"Capital Punishment","duration":214.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Niggas is flossing a lot, time to start extorting the block\nJust a portion of the prod' off the top for my Porsche and my yacht\nSomething for the cops to keep 'em blind, so we can grind\nWith peace of mind, turn the key and shine without being dimed\nTime to expand, New York to Chicago, Colorado\nYou know my motto, clock G's and rock keys like Drago\nPablo Escobar and Dom Pérignon\nWe're buying out the bar and Don Juanin' and every woman's Chandonin'\nLong donging 'em down like Sean Michaels does 'em\nI'm like a psycho fucking\nSucking the butt like liposuction\nUp and down with the tongue twister\nC'mon on sister Big Pun's Mr. \"cock and squeeze\" like a gun tester\nCrushing sister's backs with the demon snap, hit you from the back\nClose your eyes relax, let me feed the cat\nLiving fat, true mack, niggas was catching feelings\nDealing with a smaller deck, just wasn't as mass appealing\nI started feeling funny, niggas coming short with money\nI called my son he, told me chill he'd be over in twenty\nPunny what's the deal, niggas wanna kill me\nHe said it's real, they jealous and tired of seeing me Willie silly\nHad more to claim, niggas throwing shit in the game\nGave my wife some pictures with me and bitches running the train\nIt's like a dream, I called my team and started flipping\nLock the clip in started lifting niggas off the ground like a magician\nI skipped town, be back around when things quiet down\nI lost it all for now but it'll take more to hold\nMe down\"Top of the world ma! Ha ha, top of the world!\"\n\nYo, this is the bad time - boomerang, bring it all back\nFlashback, live and prosper, eat well and get fat\nI was Pop Dula, popular to the masses\nI miss the E-Classes, rocking game with death glasses\nRock bottom struck and threw my world off its axis\nBoomerang - plan to come back like Bronx rap\nStorm like the Redcoats through anything in my path\nFirst you shine like sterling, then you broke like brick in Berlin\n\nNow should I slit my wrists, go for it all or call it quits\nPicture me taking my life, leaving my wife and my daughter shit\nWish I could slip back, and switch the memories\nLift the felonies from my record and respected my enemies\nLive like the Kennedys, above the law\nFuck 'em all,\nI'm coming for the rich thieving 'em even if I wasn't poor\nI seen it all like I said before\nThe streets are for men at war and the beasts are the predators\nI shed it all first and be the primary source\nOf course, I bury any adversary trying to floss\nJust because, the reason I leave 'em lost in the sauce\nTeeing off like we up North just for being soft\nA beaten horse like a slave getting minimum wage\nFeeling the gauge, front page, these are the last days\nCash pays, and rules - the root of all evil\nShooting amigos for loot and perico polluting our people\nMoving kilos like it's all good through every ghetto\nI ain't judging, but bugging how we fall so many levels\nThe devils got us by the balls\nThat's why the law allows the drugs to\nOverflood, knowing we gonna buy it all\nIt's time to call a world order where every girl's your daughter\nAnd priceless as ices and pearls fresh out the water\nI'm gonna get mine, either from crime, or through the Bible\nWhichever way, it better pay, I'm feeling suicidal\n\nYo, this is the bad time - boomerang, bring it all back\nFlashback, live and prosper, eat well and get fat\nI was Pop Dula, popular to the masses\nI miss the E-Classes, rocking game with death glasses\nRock bottom struck and threw my world off its axis\nBoomerang - plan to come back like Bronx rap\nStorm like the Redcoats through anything in my path\nFirst you shine like sterling, then you broke like brick in Berlin","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Boomerang\n  artist: Big Pun\n  album: Capital Punishment\n  duration_ms: 214000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Niggas is flossing a lot, time to start extorting the block\n  Just a portion of the prod' off the top for my Porsche and my yacht\n  Something for the cops to keep 'em blind, so we can grind\n  With peace of mind, turn the key and shine without being dimed\n  Time to expand, New York to Chicago, Colorado\n  You know my motto, clock G's and rock keys like Drago\n  Pablo Escobar and Dom Pérignon\n  We're buying out the bar and Don Juanin' and every woman's Chandonin'\n  Long donging 'em down like Sean Michaels does 'em\n  I'm like a psycho fucking\n  Sucking the butt like liposuction\n  Up and down with the tongue twister\n  C'mon on sister Big Pun's Mr. \"cock and squeeze\" like a gun tester\n  Crushing sister's backs with the demon snap, hit you from the back\n  Close your eyes relax, let me feed the cat\n  Living fat, true mack, niggas was catching feelings\n  Dealing with a smaller deck, just wasn't as mass appealing\n  I started feeling funny, niggas coming short with money\n  I called my son he, told me chill he'd be over in twenty\n  Punny what's the deal, niggas wanna kill me\n  He said it's real, they jealous and tired of seeing me Willie silly\n  Had more to claim, niggas throwing shit in the game\n  Gave my wife some pictures with me and bitches running the train\n  It's like a dream, I called my team and started flipping\n  Lock the clip in started lifting niggas off the ground like a magician\n  I skipped town, be back around when things quiet down\n  I lost it all for now but it'll take more to hold\n  Me down\"Top of the world ma! Ha ha, top of the world!\"\n\n  Yo, this is the bad time - boomerang, bring it all back\n  Flashback, live and prosper, eat well and get fat\n  I was Pop Dula, popular to the masses\n  I miss the E-Classes, rocking game with death glasses\n  Rock bottom struck and threw my world off its axis\n  Boomerang - plan to come back like Bronx rap\n  Storm like the Redcoats through anything in my path\n  First you shine like sterling, then you broke like brick in Berlin\n\n  Now should I slit my wrists, go for it all or call it quits\n  Picture me taking my life, leaving my wife and my daughter shit\n  Wish I could slip back, and switch the memories\n  Lift the felonies from my record and respected my enemies\n  Live like the Kennedys, above the law\n  Fuck 'em all,\n  I'm coming for the rich thieving 'em even if I wasn't poor\n  I seen it all like I said before\n  The streets are for men at war and the beasts are the predators\n  I shed it all first and be the primary source\n  Of course, I bury any adversary trying to floss\n  Just because, the reason I leave 'em lost in the sauce\n  Teeing off like we up North just for being soft\n  A beaten horse like a slave getting minimum wage\n  Feeling the gauge, front page, these are the last days\n  Cash pays, and rules - the root of all evil\n  Shooting amigos for loot and perico polluting our people\n  Moving kilos like it's all good through every ghetto\n  I ain't judging, but bugging how we fall so many levels\n  The devils got us by the balls\n  That's why the law allows the drugs to\n  Overflood, knowing we gonna buy it all\n  It's time to call a world order where every girl's your daughter\n  And priceless as ices and pearls fresh out the water\n  I'm gonna get mine, either from crime, or through the Bible\n  Whichever way, it better pay, I'm feeling suicidal\n\n  Yo, this is the bad time - boomerang, bring it all back\n  Flashback, live and prosper, eat well and get fat\n  I was Pop Dula, popular to the masses\n  I miss the E-Classes, rocking game with death glasses\n  Rock bottom struck and threw my world off its axis\n  Boomerang - plan to come back like Bronx rap\n  Storm like the Redcoats through anything in my path\n  First you shine like sterling, then you broke like brick in Berlin\n"},{"id":2265074,"name":"Boomerang","trackName":"Boomerang","artistName":"Big Pun","albumName":"Capital Punishment (Explicit Version)","duration":216.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Niggaz is flossin a lot, time to start extortin' the plot\nJust a portion of prod' off the top for my Porsche and my yacht\nSomethin for the cops to keep em blind, so we can crime\nWith piece of mind, turn the key and shine without bein down\nTime to expand, New York to Chicago, Colorado\nYou know my motto, clock G's and rock keys like Drago\nPablo Escobar and Dom Perignon\nWe're buyin out the bar, with Don Juan, and every woman's Shawn Dawn-ing\nLong donging em down like Shawn Michael does and I'm like a psycho\nFuckin suckin the butt like liposuction\nUp and down with the tongue twister, c'mon on sister\nBig Pun's used to cock and squeeze like a gun tester\nCrushin sister's backs with the demon snap, hit you from the back\nClose your eyes relax, let me feed the cat\nLivin fat, true mack, niggaz was catchin feelings\nDealing with a smaller deck it just wasn't as mass appealing\nI started feeling funny, niggaz comin short with money\nI called my Son he told me chill he'd be over with twenty\nPunny what's the deal, niggaz wanna kill me\nHe said it's real, they jealous and tired of seein me Willie silly\nHad more to claim, niggaz throwin shit in the game\nGave my wife some pictures with me and bitches runnin the train\nIt's like a dream, I called my team and started flippin\nLock the clip in started liftin niggaz off the ground like a magician\nI skipped town, be back around when things quiet down\nI lost the war for now but it'll take more to hold me down\n\n\"Top of the world ma! Ha ha, top of the world!\"\n\nChorus:\n\nYo, this is the bad time - boomerang, bring it all back\nFlashback, livin prosper', eat well and get fat\nI was Pop Dula, popular to the masses\nI miss the E-Classes, rocking game with def glasses\nRock bottom struck and threw my world off it's axis\nBoomerang - plan to come back like Bronx rap\nStorm like the Redcoats through anything in my path\nFirst you shine like sterling, then you broke like Rick and Pearling\n\n[Big Punisher]\nNow should I slit my wrists, go for it all or call it quits\nPicture me taking my life, leaving my wife and my daughter shit\nWish I could slip back, and switch the memories\nLift the felonies from my record I respected my enemies\nLive like the Kennedy's, above the law, fuck em all\nI'm coming for the rich thieving em even if I wasn't poor\nI seen it all like I said before\nThe streets are for men at war and the beasts are the predators\nI shed it all first and beat a prob every source?\nOf course, I bury any adversary tryin to floss\nJust because, the reason I leave em lost in the sauce\nTeein off like we up North just for bein soft\nA beaten horse like a slave gettin minimum wage\nFillin the gauge, front page, these are the last days\nCash pays, and rules - the root of all evil\nShootin amigos for lootin perico pollutin our people\nMovin kilos like it's all good, through every ghetto\nI ain't judgin, but buggin how we floss so many levels\nThe devil's got us by the balls, that's why the law allows\nThe drugs to overflood, knowin we gonna buy it all\nIt's time to call a world order where every girl's your daughter\nAnd priceless as ices and pearls fresh out the water\nI'm gonna get mine, either from crime, or through the bible\nWhichever way, you better pay, I'm feelin suicidal\n\nChorus","syncedLyrics":"[00:25.62] Niggaz is flossin a lot, time to start extortin' the plot\n[00:28.22] Just a portion of prod' off the top for my Porsche and my yacht\n[00:30.90] Somethin for the cops to keep em blind, so we can crime\n[00:33.89] With piece of mind, turn the key and shine without bein down\n[00:36.56] Time to expand, New York to Chicago, Colorado\n[00:39.16] You know my motto, clock G's and rock keys like Drago\n[00:41.64] Pablo Escobar and Dom Perignon\n[00:43.71] We're buyin out the bar, with Don Juan, and every woman's Shawn Dawn-ing\n[00:46.67] Long donging em down like Shawn Michael does and I'm like a psycho\n[00:50.11] Fuckin suckin the butt like liposuction\n[00:52.42] Up and down with the tongue twister, c'mon on sister\n[00:53.84] Big Pun's used to cock and squeeze like a gun tester\n[00:56.94] Crushin sister's backs with the demon snap, hit you from the back\n[01:00.11] Close your eyes relax, let me feed the cat\n[01:01.95] Livin fat, true mack, niggaz was catchin feelings\n[01:04.68] Dealing with a smaller deck it just wasn't as mass appealing\n[01:07.03] I started feeling funny, niggaz comin short with money\n[01:09.86] I called my Son he told me chill he'd be over with twenty\n[01:13.35] Punny what's the deal, niggaz wanna kill me\n[01:14.69] He said it's real, they jealous and tired of seein me Willie silly\n[01:17.73] Had more to claim, niggaz throwin shit in the game\n[01:19.76] Gave my wife some pictures with me and bitches runnin the train\n[01:22.37] It's like a dream, I called my team and started flippin\n[01:25.45] Lock the clip in started liftin niggaz off the ground like a magician\n[01:27.86] I skipped town, be back around when things quiet down\n[01:30.30] I lost the war for now but it'll take more to hold me down\n[01:32.97] \"Top of the world ma! Ha ha, top of the world!\"\n[01:35.93] Chorus:\n[01:37.60] Yo, this is the bad time - boomerang, bring it all back\n[01:40.37] Flashback, livin prosper', eat well and get fat\n[01:42.95] I was Pop Dula, popular to the masses\n[01:46.52] I miss the E-Classes, rocking game with def glasses\n[01:48.10] Rock bottom struck and threw my world off it's axis\n[01:51.65] Boomerang - plan to come back like Bronx rap\n[01:53.31] Storm like the Redcoats through anything in my path\n[01:55.57] First you shine like sterling, then you broke like Rick and Pearling\n[01:57.71] [Big Punisher]\n[01:58.66] Now should I slit my wrists, go for it all or call it quits\n[02:01.08] Picture me taking my life, leaving my wife and my daughter shit\n[02:04.09] Wish I could slip back, and switch the memories\n[02:06.27] Lift the felonies from my record I respected my enemies\n[02:08.80] Live like the Kennedy's, above the law, fuck em all\n[02:11.03] I'm coming for the rich thieving em even if I wasn't poor\n[02:14.01] I seen it all like I said before\n[02:16.11] The streets are for men at war and the beasts are the predators\n[02:19.68] I shed it all first and beat a prob every source?\n[02:21.91] Of course, I bury any adversary tryin to floss\n[02:24.46] Just because, the reason I leave em lost in the sauce\n[02:26.85] Teein off like we up North just for bein soft\n[02:29.65] A beaten horse like a slave gettin minimum wage\n[02:31.96] Fillin the gauge, front page, these are the last days\n[02:34.88] Cash pays, and rules - 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Ha ha, top of the world!\"\n\n  Chorus:\n\n  Yo, this is the bad time - boomerang, bring it all back\n  Flashback, livin prosper', eat well and get fat\n  I was Pop Dula, popular to the masses\n  I miss the E-Classes, rocking game with def glasses\n  Rock bottom struck and threw my world off it's axis\n  Boomerang - plan to come back like Bronx rap\n  Storm like the Redcoats through anything in my path\n  First you shine like sterling, then you broke like Rick and Pearling\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  Now should I slit my wrists, go for it all or call it quits\n  Picture me taking my life, leaving my wife and my daughter shit\n  Wish I could slip back, and switch the memories\n  Lift the felonies from my record I respected my enemies\n  Live like the Kennedy's, above the law, fuck em all\n  I'm coming for the rich thieving em even if I wasn't poor\n  I seen it all like I said before\n  The streets are for men at war and the beasts are the predators\n  I shed it all first and beat a prob every source?\n  Of course, I bury any adversary tryin to floss\n  Just because, the reason I leave em lost in the sauce\n  Teein off like we up North just for bein soft\n  A beaten horse like a slave gettin minimum wage\n  Fillin the gauge, front page, these are the last days\n  Cash pays, and rules - the root of all evil\n  Shootin amigos for lootin perico pollutin our people\n  Movin kilos like it's all good, through every ghetto\n  I ain't judgin, but buggin how we floss so many levels\n  The devil's got us by the balls, that's why the law allows\n  The drugs to overflood, knowin we gonna buy it all\n  It's time to call a world order where every girl's your daughter\n  And priceless as ices and pearls fresh out the water\n  I'm gonna get mine, either from crime, or through the bible\n  Whichever way, you better pay, I'm feelin suicidal\n\n  Chorus\n"},{"id":23135928,"name":"Boomerang","trackName":"Boomerang","artistName":"Big Pun","albumName":"Captial Punishment","duration":215.855125,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Niggaz is flossin a lot, time to start extortin' the plot\nJust a portion of prod' off the top for my Porsche and my yacht\nSomethin for the cops to keep em blind, so we can crime\nWith piece of mind, turn the key and shine without bein down\nTime to expand, New York to Chicago, Colorado\nYou know my motto, clock G's and rock keys like Drago\nPablo Escobar and Dom Perignon\nWe're buyin out the bar, with Don Juan, and every woman's Shawn Dawn-ing\nLong donging em down like Shawn Michael does and I'm like a psycho\nFuckin suckin the butt like liposuction\nUp and down with the tongue twister, c'mon on sister\nBig Pun's used to cock and squeeze like a gun tester\nCrushin sister's backs with the demon snap, hit you from the back\nClose your eyes relax, let me feed the cat\nLivin fat, true mack, niggaz was catchin feelings\nDealing with a smaller deck it just wasn't as mass appealing\nI started feeling funny, niggaz comin short with money\nI called my Son he told me chill he'd be over with twenty\nPunny what's the deal, niggaz wanna kill me\nHe said it's real, they jealous and tired of seein me Willie silly\nHad more to claim, niggaz throwin shit in the game\nGave my wife some pictures with me and bitches runnin the train\nIt's like a dream, I called my team and started flippin\nLock the clip in started liftin niggaz off the ground like a magician\nI skipped town, be back around when things quiet down\nI lost the war for now but it'll take more to hold me down\n\n\"Top of the world ma! Ha ha, top of the world!\"\n\nChorus:\n\nYo, this is the bad time - boomerang, bring it all back\nFlashback, livin prosper', eat well and get fat\nI was Pop Dula, popular to the masses\nI miss the E-Classes, rocking game with def glasses\nRock bottom struck and threw my world off it's axis\nBoomerang - plan to come back like Bronx rap\nStorm like the Redcoats through anything in my path\nFirst you shine like sterling, then you broke like Rick and Pearling\n\n[Big Punisher]\nNow should I slit my wrists, go for it all or call it quits\nPicture me taking my life, leaving my wife and my daughter shit\nWish I could slip back, and switch the memories\nLift the felonies from my record I respected my enemies\nLive like the Kennedy's, above the law, fuck em all\nI'm coming for the rich thieving em even if I wasn't poor\nI seen it all like I said before\nThe streets are for men at war and the beasts are the predators\nI shed it all first and beat a prob every source?\nOf course, I bury any adversary tryin to floss\nJust because, the reason I leave em lost in the sauce\nTeein off like we up North just for bein soft\nA beaten horse like a slave gettin minimum wage\nFillin the gauge, front page, these are the last days\nCash pays, and rules - the root of all evil\nShootin amigos for lootin perico pollutin our people\nMovin kilos like it's all good, through every ghetto\nI ain't judgin, but buggin how we floss so many levels\nThe devil's got us by the balls, that's why the law allows\nThe drugs to overflood, knowin we gonna buy it all\nIt's time to call a world order where every girl's your daughter\nAnd priceless as ices and pearls fresh out the water\nI'm gonna get mine, either from crime, or through the bible\nWhichever way, you better pay, I'm feelin suicidal\n\nChorus","syncedLyrics":"[00:25.62] Niggaz is flossin a lot, time to start extortin' the plot\n[00:28.22] Just a portion of prod' off the top for my Porsche and my yacht\n[00:30.90] Somethin for the cops to keep em blind, so we can crime\n[00:33.89] With piece of mind, turn the key and shine without bein down\n[00:36.56] Time to expand, New York to Chicago, Colorado\n[00:39.16] You know my motto, clock G's and rock keys like Drago\n[00:41.64] Pablo Escobar and Dom Perignon\n[00:43.71] We're buyin out the bar, with Don Juan, and every woman's Shawn Dawn-ing\n[00:46.67] Long donging em down like Shawn Michael does and I'm like a psycho\n[00:50.11] Fuckin suckin the butt like liposuction\n[00:52.42] Up and down with the tongue twister, c'mon on sister\n[00:53.84] Big Pun's used to cock and squeeze like a gun tester\n[00:56.94] Crushin sister's backs with the demon snap, hit you from the back\n[01:00.11] Close your eyes relax, let me feed the cat\n[01:01.95] Livin fat, true mack, niggaz was catchin feelings\n[01:04.68] Dealing with a smaller deck it just wasn't as mass appealing\n[01:07.03] I started feeling funny, niggaz comin short with money\n[01:09.86] I called my Son he told me chill he'd be over with twenty\n[01:13.35] Punny what's the deal, niggaz wanna kill me\n[01:14.69] He said it's real, they jealous and tired of seein me Willie silly\n[01:17.73] Had more to claim, niggaz throwin shit in the game\n[01:19.76] Gave my wife some pictures with me and bitches runnin the train\n[01:22.37] It's like a dream, I called my team and started flippin\n[01:25.45] Lock the clip in started liftin niggaz off the ground like a magician\n[01:27.86] I skipped town, be back around when things quiet down\n[01:30.30] I lost the war for now but it'll take more to hold me down\n[01:32.97] \"Top of the world ma! Ha ha, top of the world!\"\n[01:35.93] Chorus:\n[01:37.60] Yo, this is the bad time - boomerang, bring it all back\n[01:40.37] Flashback, livin prosper', eat well and get fat\n[01:42.95] I was Pop Dula, popular to the masses\n[01:46.52] I miss the E-Classes, rocking game with def glasses\n[01:48.10] Rock bottom struck and threw my world off it's axis\n[01:51.65] Boomerang - plan to come back like Bronx rap\n[01:53.31] Storm like the Redcoats through anything in my path\n[01:55.57] First you shine like sterling, then you broke like Rick and Pearling\n[01:57.71] [Big Punisher]\n[01:58.66] Now should I slit my wrists, go for it all or call it quits\n[02:01.08] Picture me taking my life, leaving my wife and my daughter shit\n[02:04.09] Wish I could slip back, and switch the memories\n[02:06.27] Lift the felonies from my record I respected my enemies\n[02:08.80] Live like the Kennedy's, above the law, fuck em all\n[02:11.03] I'm coming for the rich thieving em even if I wasn't poor\n[02:14.01] I seen it all like I said before\n[02:16.11] The streets are for men at war and the beasts are the predators\n[02:19.68] I shed it all first and beat a prob every source?\n[02:21.91] Of course, I bury any adversary tryin to floss\n[02:24.46] Just because, the reason I leave em lost in the sauce\n[02:26.85] Teein off like we up North just for bein soft\n[02:29.65] A beaten horse like a slave gettin minimum wage\n[02:31.96] Fillin the gauge, front page, these are the last days\n[02:34.88] Cash pays, and rules - the root of all evil\n[02:37.12] Shootin amigos for lootin perico pollutin our people\n[02:39.93] Movin kilos like it's all good, through every ghetto\n[02:42.53] I ain't judgin, but buggin how we floss so many levels\n[02:45.28] The devil's got us by the balls, that's why the law allows\n[02:47.83] The drugs to overflood, knowin we gonna buy it all\n[02:50.10] It's time to call a world order where every girl's your daughter\n[02:52.72] And priceless as ices and pearls fresh out the water\n[02:55.33] I'm gonna get mine, either from crime, or through the bible\n[02:57.88] Whichever way, you better pay, I'm feelin suicidal\n[03:00.67] Chorus\n[03:25.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Boomerang\n  artist: Big Pun\n  album: Captial Punishment\n  duration_ms: 215855\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Niggaz is flossin a lot, time to start extortin' the plot\n  start_ms: 25620\n  end_ms: 28220\n- text: Just a portion of prod' off the top for my Porsche and my yacht\n  start_ms: 28220\n  end_ms: 30900\n- text: Somethin for the cops to keep em blind, so we can crime\n  start_ms: 30900\n  end_ms: 33890\n- text: With piece of mind, turn the key and shine without bein down\n  start_ms: 33890\n  end_ms: 36560\n- text: Time to expand, New York to Chicago, Colorado\n  start_ms: 36560\n  end_ms: 39160\n- text: You know my motto, clock G's and rock keys like Drago\n  start_ms: 39160\n  end_ms: 41640\n- text: Pablo Escobar and Dom Perignon\n  start_ms: 41640\n  end_ms: 43710\n- text: We're buyin out the bar, with Don Juan, and every woman's Shawn Dawn-ing\n  start_ms: 43710\n  end_ms: 46670\n- text: Long donging em down like Shawn Michael does and I'm like a psycho\n  start_ms: 46670\n  end_ms: 50110\n- text: Fuckin suckin the butt like liposuction\n  start_ms: 50110\n  end_ms: 52420\n- text: Up and down with the tongue twister, c'mon on sister\n  start_ms: 52420\n  end_ms: 53840\n- text: Big Pun's used to cock and squeeze like a gun tester\n  start_ms: 53840\n  end_ms: 56940\n- text: Crushin sister's backs with the demon snap, hit you from the back\n  start_ms: 56940\n  end_ms: 60110\n- text: Close your eyes relax, let me feed the cat\n  start_ms: 60110\n  end_ms: 61950\n- text: Livin fat, true mack, niggaz was catchin feelings\n  start_ms: 61950\n  end_ms: 64680\n- text: Dealing with a smaller deck it just wasn't as mass appealing\n  start_ms: 64680\n  end_ms: 67030\n- text: I started feeling funny, niggaz comin short with money\n  start_ms: 67030\n  end_ms: 69860\n- text: I called my Son he told me chill he'd be over with twenty\n  start_ms: 69860\n  end_ms: 73350\n- text: Punny what's the deal, niggaz wanna kill me\n  start_ms: 73350\n  end_ms: 74690\n- text: He said it's real, they jealous and tired of seein me Willie silly\n  start_ms: 74690\n  end_ms: 77730\n- text: Had more to claim, niggaz throwin shit in the game\n  start_ms: 77730\n  end_ms: 79760\n- text: Gave my wife some pictures with me and bitches runnin the train\n  start_ms: 79760\n  end_ms: 82370\n- text: It's like a dream, I called my team and started flippin\n  start_ms: 82370\n  end_ms: 85450\n- text: Lock the clip in started liftin niggaz off the ground like a magician\n  start_ms: 85450\n  end_ms: 87860\n- text: I skipped town, be back around when things quiet down\n  start_ms: 87860\n  end_ms: 90300\n- text: I lost the war for now but it'll take more to hold me down\n  start_ms: 90300\n  end_ms: 92970\n- text: '\"Top of the world ma! 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Ha ha, top of the world!\"\n\n  Chorus:\n\n  Yo, this is the bad time - boomerang, bring it all back\n  Flashback, livin prosper', eat well and get fat\n  I was Pop Dula, popular to the masses\n  I miss the E-Classes, rocking game with def glasses\n  Rock bottom struck and threw my world off it's axis\n  Boomerang - plan to come back like Bronx rap\n  Storm like the Redcoats through anything in my path\n  First you shine like sterling, then you broke like Rick and Pearling\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  Now should I slit my wrists, go for it all or call it quits\n  Picture me taking my life, leaving my wife and my daughter shit\n  Wish I could slip back, and switch the memories\n  Lift the felonies from my record I respected my enemies\n  Live like the Kennedy's, above the law, fuck em all\n  I'm coming for the rich thieving em even if I wasn't poor\n  I seen it all like I said before\n  The streets are for men at war and the beasts are the predators\n  I shed it all first and beat a prob every source?\n  Of course, I bury any adversary tryin to floss\n  Just because, the reason I leave em lost in the sauce\n  Teein off like we up North just for bein soft\n  A beaten horse like a slave gettin minimum wage\n  Fillin the gauge, front page, these are the last days\n  Cash pays, and rules - the root of all evil\n  Shootin amigos for lootin perico pollutin our people\n  Movin kilos like it's all good, through every ghetto\n  I ain't judgin, but buggin how we floss so many levels\n  The devil's got us by the balls, that's why the law allows\n  The drugs to overflood, knowin we gonna buy it all\n  It's time to call a world order where every girl's your daughter\n  And priceless as ices and pearls fresh out the water\n  I'm gonna get mine, either from crime, or through the bible\n  Whichever way, you better pay, I'm feelin suicidal\n\n  Chorus\n"},{"id":27584670,"name":"Boomerang","trackName":"Boomerang","artistName":"Big Pun","albumName":"Capital Punishment","duration":216.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Niggaz is flossin a lot, time to start extortin' the plot\nJust a portion of prod' off the top for my Porsche and my yacht\nSomethin for the cops to keep em blind, so we can crime\nWith piece of mind, turn the key and shine without bein down\nTime to expand, New York to Chicago, Colorado\nYou know my motto, clock G's and rock keys like Drago\nPablo Escobar and Dom Perignon\nWe're buyin out the bar, with Don Juan, and every woman's Shawn Dawn-ing\nLong donging em down like Shawn Michael does and I'm like a psycho\nFuckin suckin the butt like liposuction\nUp and down with the tongue twister, c'mon on sister\nBig Pun's used to cock and squeeze like a gun tester\nCrushin sister's backs with the demon snap, hit you from the back\nClose your eyes relax, let me feed the cat\nLivin fat, true mack, niggaz was catchin feelings\nDealing with a smaller deck it just wasn't as mass appealing\nI started feeling funny, niggaz comin short with money\nI called my Son he told me chill he'd be over with twenty\nPunny what's the deal, niggaz wanna kill me\nHe said it's real, they jealous and tired of seein me Willie silly\nHad more to claim, niggaz throwin shit in the game\nGave my wife some pictures with me and bitches runnin the train\nIt's like a dream, I called my team and started flippin\nLock the clip in started liftin niggaz off the ground like a magician\nI skipped town, be back around when things quiet down\nI lost the war for now but it'll take more to hold me down\n\n\"Top of the world ma! Ha ha, top of the world!\"\n\nChorus:\n\nYo, this is the bad time - boomerang, bring it all back\nFlashback, livin prosper', eat well and get fat\nI was Pop Dula, popular to the masses\nI miss the E-Classes, rocking game with def glasses\nRock bottom struck and threw my world off it's axis\nBoomerang - plan to come back like Bronx rap\nStorm like the Redcoats through anything in my path\nFirst you shine like sterling, then you broke like Rick and Pearling\n\n[Big Punisher]\nNow should I slit my wrists, go for it all or call it quits\nPicture me taking my life, leaving my wife and my daughter shit\nWish I could slip back, and switch the memories\nLift the felonies from my record I respected my enemies\nLive like the Kennedy's, above the law, fuck em all\nI'm coming for the rich thieving em even if I wasn't poor\nI seen it all like I said before\nThe streets are for men at war and the beasts are the predators\nI shed it all first and beat a prob every source?\nOf course, I bury any adversary tryin to floss\nJust because, the reason I leave em lost in the sauce\nTeein off like we up North just for bein soft\nA beaten horse like a slave gettin minimum wage\nFillin the gauge, front page, these are the last days\nCash pays, and rules - the root of all evil\nShootin amigos for lootin perico pollutin our people\nMovin kilos like it's all good, through every ghetto\nI ain't judgin, but buggin how we floss so many levels\nThe devil's got us by the balls, that's why the law allows\nThe drugs to overflood, knowin we gonna buy it all\nIt's time to call a world order where every girl's your daughter\nAnd priceless as ices and pearls fresh out the water\nI'm gonna get mine, either from crime, or through the bible\nWhichever way, you better pay, I'm feelin suicidal\n\nChorus","syncedLyrics":"[00:25.62] Niggaz is flossin a lot, time to start extortin' the plot\n[00:28.22] Just a portion of prod' off the top for my Porsche and my yacht\n[00:30.90] Somethin for the cops to keep em blind, so we can crime\n[00:33.89] With piece of mind, turn the key and shine without bein down\n[00:36.56] Time to expand, New York to Chicago, Colorado\n[00:39.16] You know my motto, clock G's and rock keys like Drago\n[00:41.64] Pablo Escobar and Dom Perignon\n[00:43.71] We're buyin out the bar, with Don Juan, and every woman's Shawn Dawn-ing\n[00:46.67] Long donging em down like Shawn Michael does and I'm like a psycho\n[00:50.11] Fuckin suckin the butt like liposuction\n[00:52.42] Up and down with the tongue twister, c'mon on sister\n[00:53.84] Big Pun's used to cock and squeeze like a gun tester\n[00:56.94] Crushin sister's backs with the demon snap, hit you from the back\n[01:00.11] Close your eyes relax, let me feed the cat\n[01:01.95] Livin fat, true mack, niggaz was catchin feelings\n[01:04.68] Dealing with a smaller deck it just wasn't as mass appealing\n[01:07.03] I started feeling funny, niggaz comin short with money\n[01:09.86] I called my Son he told me chill he'd be over with twenty\n[01:13.35] Punny what's the deal, niggaz wanna kill me\n[01:14.69] He said it's real, they jealous and tired of seein me Willie silly\n[01:17.73] Had more to claim, niggaz throwin shit in the game\n[01:19.76] Gave my wife some pictures with me and bitches runnin the train\n[01:22.37] It's like a dream, I called my team and started flippin\n[01:25.45] Lock the clip in started liftin niggaz off the ground like a magician\n[01:27.86] I skipped town, be back around when things quiet down\n[01:30.30] I lost the war for now but it'll take more to hold me down\n[01:32.97] \"Top of the world ma! Ha ha, top of the world!\"\n[01:35.93] Chorus:\n[01:37.60] Yo, this is the bad time - boomerang, bring it all back\n[01:40.37] Flashback, livin prosper', eat well and get fat\n[01:42.95] I was Pop Dula, popular to the masses\n[01:46.52] I miss the E-Classes, rocking game with def glasses\n[01:48.10] Rock bottom struck and threw my world off it's axis\n[01:51.65] Boomerang - plan to come back like Bronx rap\n[01:53.31] Storm like the Redcoats through anything in my path\n[01:55.57] First you shine like sterling, then you broke like Rick and Pearling\n[01:57.71] [Big Punisher]\n[01:58.66] Now should I slit my wrists, go for it all or call it quits\n[02:01.08] Picture me taking my life, leaving my wife and my daughter shit\n[02:04.09] Wish I could slip back, and switch the memories\n[02:06.27] Lift the felonies from my record I respected my enemies\n[02:08.80] Live like the Kennedy's, above the law, fuck em all\n[02:11.03] I'm coming for the rich thieving em even if I wasn't poor\n[02:14.01] I seen it all like I said before\n[02:16.11] The streets are for men at war and the beasts are the predators\n[02:19.68] I shed it all first and beat a prob every source?\n[02:21.91] Of course, I bury any adversary tryin to floss\n[02:24.46] Just because, the reason I leave em lost in the sauce\n[02:26.85] Teein off like we up North just for bein soft\n[02:29.65] A beaten horse like a slave gettin minimum wage\n[02:31.96] Fillin the gauge, front page, these are the last days\n[02:34.88] Cash pays, and rules - the root of all evil\n[02:37.12] Shootin amigos for lootin perico pollutin our people\n[02:39.93] Movin kilos like it's all good, through every ghetto\n[02:42.53] I ain't judgin, but buggin how we floss so many levels\n[02:45.28] The devil's got us by the balls, that's why the law allows\n[02:47.83] The drugs to overflood, knowin we gonna buy it all\n[02:50.10] It's time to call a world order where every girl's your daughter\n[02:52.72] And priceless as ices and pearls fresh out the water\n[02:55.33] I'm gonna get mine, either from crime, or through the bible\n[02:57.88] Whichever way, you better pay, I'm feelin suicidal\n[03:00.67] Chorus\n[03:25.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Boomerang\n  artist: Big Pun\n  album: Capital Punishment\n  duration_ms: 216000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Niggaz is flossin a lot, time to start extortin' the plot\n  start_ms: 25620\n  end_ms: 28220\n- text: Just a portion of prod' off the top for my Porsche and my yacht\n  start_ms: 28220\n  end_ms: 30900\n- text: Somethin for the cops to keep em blind, so we can crime\n  start_ms: 30900\n  end_ms: 33890\n- text: With piece of mind, turn the key and shine without bein down\n  start_ms: 33890\n  end_ms: 36560\n- text: Time to expand, New York to Chicago, Colorado\n  start_ms: 36560\n  end_ms: 39160\n- text: You know my motto, clock G's and rock keys like Drago\n  start_ms: 39160\n  end_ms: 41640\n- text: Pablo Escobar and Dom Perignon\n  start_ms: 41640\n  end_ms: 43710\n- text: We're buyin out the bar, with Don Juan, and every woman's Shawn Dawn-ing\n  start_ms: 43710\n  end_ms: 46670\n- text: Long donging em down like Shawn Michael does and I'm like a psycho\n  start_ms: 46670\n  end_ms: 50110\n- text: Fuckin suckin the butt like liposuction\n  start_ms: 50110\n  end_ms: 52420\n- text: Up and down with the tongue twister, c'mon on sister\n  start_ms: 52420\n  end_ms: 53840\n- text: Big Pun's used to cock and squeeze like a gun tester\n  start_ms: 53840\n  end_ms: 56940\n- text: Crushin sister's backs with the demon snap, hit you from the back\n  start_ms: 56940\n  end_ms: 60110\n- text: Close your eyes relax, let me feed the cat\n  start_ms: 60110\n  end_ms: 61950\n- text: Livin fat, true mack, niggaz was catchin feelings\n  start_ms: 61950\n  end_ms: 64680\n- text: Dealing with a smaller deck it just wasn't as mass appealing\n  start_ms: 64680\n  end_ms: 67030\n- text: I started feeling funny, niggaz comin short with money\n  start_ms: 67030\n  end_ms: 69860\n- text: I called my Son he told me chill he'd be over with twenty\n  start_ms: 69860\n  end_ms: 73350\n- text: Punny what's the deal, niggaz wanna kill me\n  start_ms: 73350\n  end_ms: 74690\n- text: He said it's real, they jealous and tired of seein me Willie silly\n  start_ms: 74690\n  end_ms: 77730\n- text: Had more to claim, niggaz throwin shit in the game\n  start_ms: 77730\n  end_ms: 79760\n- text: Gave my wife some pictures with me and bitches runnin the train\n  start_ms: 79760\n  end_ms: 82370\n- text: It's like a dream, I called my team and started flippin\n  start_ms: 82370\n  end_ms: 85450\n- text: Lock the clip in started liftin niggaz off the ground like a magician\n  start_ms: 85450\n  end_ms: 87860\n- text: I skipped town, be back around when things quiet down\n  start_ms: 87860\n  end_ms: 90300\n- text: I lost the war for now but it'll take more to hold me down\n  start_ms: 90300\n  end_ms: 92970\n- text: '\"Top of the world ma! Ha ha, top of the world!\"'\n  start_ms: 92970\n  end_ms: 95930\n- text: 'Chorus:'\n  start_ms: 95930\n  end_ms: 97600\n- text: Yo, this is the bad time - boomerang, bring it all back\n  start_ms: 97600\n  end_ms: 100370\n- text: Flashback, livin prosper', eat well and get fat\n  start_ms: 100370\n  end_ms: 102950\n- text: I was Pop Dula, popular to the masses\n  start_ms: 102950\n  end_ms: 106520\n- text: I miss the E-Classes, rocking game with def glasses\n  start_ms: 106520\n  end_ms: 108100\n- text: Rock bottom struck and threw my world off it's axis\n  start_ms: 108100\n  end_ms: 111650\n- text: Boomerang - plan to come back like Bronx rap\n  start_ms: 111650\n  end_ms: 113310\n- text: Storm like the Redcoats through anything in my path\n  start_ms: 113310\n  end_ms: 115570\n- text: First you shine like sterling, then you broke like Rick and Pearling\n  start_ms: 115570\n  end_ms: 117710\n- text: '[Big Punisher]'\n  start_ms: 117710\n  end_ms: 118660\n- text: Now should I slit my wrists, go for it all or call it quits\n  start_ms: 118660\n  end_ms: 121080\n- text: Picture me taking my life, leaving my wife and my daughter shit\n  start_ms: 121080\n  end_ms: 124090\n- text: Wish I could slip back, and switch the memories\n  start_ms: 124090\n  end_ms: 126270\n- text: Lift the felonies from my record I respected my enemies\n  start_ms: 126270\n  end_ms: 128800\n- text: Live like the Kennedy's, above the law, fuck em all\n  start_ms: 128800\n  end_ms: 131030\n- text: I'm coming for the rich thieving em even if I wasn't poor\n  start_ms: 131030\n  end_ms: 134010\n- text: I seen it all like I said before\n  start_ms: 134010\n  end_ms: 136110\n- text: The streets are for men at war and the beasts are the predators\n  start_ms: 136110\n  end_ms: 139680\n- text: I shed it all first and beat a prob every source?\n  start_ms: 139680\n  end_ms: 141910\n- text: Of course, I bury any adversary tryin to floss\n  start_ms: 141910\n  end_ms: 144460\n- text: Just because, the reason I leave em lost in the sauce\n  start_ms: 144460\n  end_ms: 146850\n- text: Teein off like we up North just for bein soft\n  start_ms: 146850\n  end_ms: 149650\n- text: A beaten horse like a slave gettin minimum wage\n  start_ms: 149650\n  end_ms: 151960\n- text: Fillin the gauge, front page, these are the last days\n  start_ms: 151960\n  end_ms: 154880\n- text: Cash pays, and rules - 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Ha ha, top of the world!\"\n\n  Chorus:\n\n  Yo, this is the bad time - boomerang, bring it all back\n  Flashback, livin prosper', eat well and get fat\n  I was Pop Dula, popular to the masses\n  I miss the E-Classes, rocking game with def glasses\n  Rock bottom struck and threw my world off it's axis\n  Boomerang - plan to come back like Bronx rap\n  Storm like the Redcoats through anything in my path\n  First you shine like sterling, then you broke like Rick and Pearling\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  Now should I slit my wrists, go for it all or call it quits\n  Picture me taking my life, leaving my wife and my daughter shit\n  Wish I could slip back, and switch the memories\n  Lift the felonies from my record I respected my enemies\n  Live like the Kennedy's, above the law, fuck em all\n  I'm coming for the rich thieving em even if I wasn't poor\n  I seen it all like I said before\n  The streets are for men at war and the beasts are the predators\n  I shed it all first and beat a prob every source?\n  Of course, I bury any adversary tryin to floss\n  Just because, the reason I leave em lost in the sauce\n  Teein off like we up North just for bein soft\n  A beaten horse like a slave gettin minimum wage\n  Fillin the gauge, front page, these are the last days\n  Cash pays, and rules - the root of all evil\n  Shootin amigos for lootin perico pollutin our people\n  Movin kilos like it's all good, through every ghetto\n  I ain't judgin, but buggin how we floss so many levels\n  The devil's got us by the balls, that's why the law allows\n  The drugs to overflood, knowin we gonna buy it all\n  It's time to call a world order where every girl's your daughter\n  And priceless as ices and pearls fresh out the water\n  I'm gonna get mine, either from crime, or through the bible\n  Whichever way, you better pay, I'm feelin suicidal\n\n  Chorus\n"},{"id":39241375,"name":"Boomerang","trackName":"Boomerang","artistName":"Big Pun","albumName":"Capital Punishment","duration":106.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Niggaz is flossin a lot, time to start extortin' the plot\nJust a portion of prod' off the top for my Porsche and my yacht\nSomethin for the cops to keep em blind, so we can crime\nWith piece of mind, turn the key and shine without bein down\nTime to expand, New York to Chicago, Colorado\nYou know my motto, clock G's and rock keys like Drago\nPablo Escobar and Dom Perignon\nWe're buyin out the bar, with Don Juan, and every woman's Shawn Dawn-ing\nLong donging em down like Shawn Michael does and I'm like a psycho\nFuckin suckin the butt like liposuction\nUp and down with the tongue twister, c'mon on sister\nBig Pun's used to cock and squeeze like a gun tester\nCrushin sister's backs with the demon snap, hit you from the back\nClose your eyes relax, let me feed the cat\nLivin fat, true mack, niggaz was catchin feelings\nDealing with a smaller deck it just wasn't as mass appealing\nI started feeling funny, niggaz comin short with money\nI called my Son he told me chill he'd be over with twenty\nPunny what's the deal, niggaz wanna kill me\nHe said it's real, they jealous and tired of seein me Willie silly\nHad more to claim, niggaz throwin shit in the game\nGave my wife some pictures with me and bitches runnin the train\nIt's like a dream, I called my team and started flippin\nLock the clip in started liftin niggaz off the ground like a magician\nI skipped town, be back around when things quiet down\nI lost the war for now but it'll take more to hold me down\n\n\"Top of the world ma! Ha ha, top of the world!\"\n\nChorus:\n\nYo, this is the bad time - boomerang, bring it all back\nFlashback, livin prosper', eat well and get fat\nI was Pop Dula, popular to the masses\nI miss the E-Classes, rocking game with def glasses\nRock bottom struck and threw my world off it's axis\nBoomerang - plan to come back like Bronx rap\nStorm like the Redcoats through anything in my path\nFirst you shine like sterling, then you broke like Rick and Pearling\n\n[Big Punisher]\nNow should I slit my wrists, go for it all or call it quits\nPicture me taking my life, leaving my wife and my daughter shit\nWish I could slip back, and switch the memories\nLift the felonies from my record I respected my enemies\nLive like the Kennedy's, above the law, fuck em all\nI'm coming for the rich thieving em even if I wasn't poor\nI seen it all like I said before\nThe streets are for men at war and the beasts are the predators\nI shed it all first and beat a prob every source?\nOf course, I bury any adversary tryin to floss\nJust because, the reason I leave em lost in the sauce\nTeein off like we up North just for bein soft\nA beaten horse like a slave gettin minimum wage\nFillin the gauge, front page, these are the last days\nCash pays, and rules - the root of all evil\nShootin amigos for lootin perico pollutin our people\nMovin kilos like it's all good, through every ghetto\nI ain't judgin, but buggin how we floss so many levels\nThe devil's got us by the balls, that's why the law allows\nThe drugs to overflood, knowin we gonna buy it all\nIt's time to call a world order where every girl's your daughter\nAnd priceless as ices and pearls fresh out the water\nI'm gonna get mine, either from crime, or through the bible\nWhichever way, you better pay, I'm feelin suicidal\n\nChorus","syncedLyrics":"[00:25.62]Niggaz is flossin a lot, time to start extortin' the plot\n[00:28.22]Just a portion of prod' off the top for my Porsche and my yacht\n[00:30.90]Somethin for the cops to keep em blind, so we can crime\n[00:33.89]With piece of mind, turn the key and shine without bein down\n[00:36.56]Time to expand, New York to Chicago, Colorado\n[00:39.16]You know my motto, clock G's and rock keys like Drago\n[00:41.64]Pablo Escobar and Dom Perignon\n[00:43.71]We're buyin out the bar, with Don Juan, and every woman's Shawn Dawn-ing\n[00:46.67]Long donging em down like Shawn Michael does and I'm like a psycho\n[00:50.11]Fuckin suckin the butt like liposuction\n[00:52.42]Up and down with the tongue twister, c'mon on sister\n[00:53.84]Big Pun's used to cock and squeeze like a gun tester\n[00:56.94]Crushin sister's backs with the demon snap, hit you from the back\n[01:00.11]Close your eyes relax, let me feed the cat\n[01:01.95]Livin fat, true mack, niggaz was catchin feelings\n[01:04.68]Dealing with a smaller deck it just wasn't as mass appealing\n[01:07.03]I started feeling funny, niggaz comin short with money\n[01:09.86]I called my Son he told me chill he'd be over with twenty\n[01:13.35]Punny what's the deal, niggaz wanna kill me\n[01:14.69]He said it's real, they jealous and tired of seein me Willie silly\n[01:17.73]Had more to claim, niggaz throwin shit in the game\n[01:19.76]Gave my wife some pictures with me and bitches runnin the train\n[01:22.37]It's like a dream, I called my team and started flippin\n[01:25.45]Lock the clip in started liftin niggaz off the ground like a magician\n[01:27.86]I skipped town, be back around when things quiet down\n[01:30.30]I lost the war for now but it'll take more to hold me down\n[01:32.97]\"Top of the world ma! Ha ha, top of the world!\"\n[01:35.93]Chorus:\n[01:37.60]Yo, this is the bad time - boomerang, bring it all back\n[01:40.37]Flashback, livin prosper', eat well and get fat\n[01:42.95]I was Pop Dula, popular to the masses\n[01:46.52]I miss the E-Classes, rocking game with def glasses\n[01:48.10]Rock bottom struck and threw my world off it's axis\n[01:51.65]Boomerang - plan to come back like Bronx rap\n[01:53.31]Storm like the Redcoats through anything in my path\n[01:55.57]First you shine like sterling, then you broke like Rick and Pearling\n[01:57.71][Big Punisher]\n[01:58.66]Now should I slit my wrists, go for it all or call it quits\n[02:01.08]Picture me taking my life, leaving my wife and my daughter shit\n[02:04.09]Wish I could slip back, and switch the memories\n[02:06.27]Lift the felonies from my record I respected my enemies\n[02:08.80]Live like the Kennedy's, above the law, fuck em all\n[02:11.03]I'm coming for the rich thieving em even if I wasn't poor\n[02:14.01]I seen it all like I said before\n[02:16.11]The streets are for men at war and the beasts are the predators\n[02:19.68]I shed it all first and beat a prob every source?\n[02:21.91]Of course, I bury any adversary tryin to floss\n[02:24.46]Just because, the reason I leave em lost in the sauce\n[02:26.85]Teein off like we up North just for bein soft\n[02:29.65]A beaten horse like a slave gettin minimum wage\n[02:31.96]Fillin the gauge, front page, these are the last days\n[02:34.88]Cash pays, and rules - the root of all evil\n[02:37.12]Shootin amigos for lootin perico pollutin our people\n[02:39.93]Movin kilos like it's all good, through every ghetto\n[02:42.53]I ain't judgin, but buggin how we floss so many levels\n[02:45.28]The devil's got us by the balls, that's why the law allows\n[02:47.83]The drugs to overflood, knowin we gonna buy it all\n[02:50.10]It's time to call a world order where every girl's your daughter\n[02:52.72]And priceless as ices and pearls fresh out the water\n[02:55.33]I'm gonna get mine, either from crime, or through the bible\n[02:57.88]Whichever way, you better pay, I'm feelin suicidal\n[03:00.67]Chorus\n[03:25.45]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Boomerang\n  artist: Big Pun\n  album: Capital Punishment\n  duration_ms: 105894\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Niggaz is flossin a lot, time to start extortin' the plot\n  start_ms: 25620\n  end_ms: 28220\n- text: Just a portion of prod' off the top for my Porsche and my yacht\n  start_ms: 28220\n  end_ms: 30900\n- text: Somethin for the cops to keep em blind, so we can crime\n  start_ms: 30900\n  end_ms: 33890\n- text: With piece of mind, turn the key and shine without bein down\n  start_ms: 33890\n  end_ms: 36560\n- text: Time to expand, New York to Chicago, Colorado\n  start_ms: 36560\n  end_ms: 39160\n- text: You know my motto, clock G's and rock keys like Drago\n  start_ms: 39160\n  end_ms: 41640\n- text: Pablo Escobar and Dom Perignon\n  start_ms: 41640\n  end_ms: 43710\n- text: We're buyin out the bar, with Don Juan, and every woman's Shawn Dawn-ing\n  start_ms: 43710\n  end_ms: 46670\n- text: Long donging em down like Shawn Michael does and I'm like a psycho\n  start_ms: 46670\n  end_ms: 50110\n- text: Fuckin suckin the butt like liposuction\n  start_ms: 50110\n  end_ms: 52420\n- text: Up and down with the tongue twister, c'mon on sister\n  start_ms: 52420\n  end_ms: 53840\n- text: Big Pun's used to cock and squeeze like a gun tester\n  start_ms: 53840\n  end_ms: 56940\n- text: Crushin sister's backs with the demon snap, hit you from the back\n  start_ms: 56940\n  end_ms: 60110\n- text: Close your eyes relax, let me feed the cat\n  start_ms: 60110\n  end_ms: 61950\n- text: Livin fat, true mack, niggaz was catchin feelings\n  start_ms: 61950\n  end_ms: 64680\n- text: Dealing with a smaller deck it just wasn't as mass appealing\n  start_ms: 64680\n  end_ms: 67030\n- text: I started feeling funny, niggaz comin short with money\n  start_ms: 67030\n  end_ms: 69860\n- text: I called my Son he told me chill he'd be over with twenty\n  start_ms: 69860\n  end_ms: 73350\n- text: Punny what's the deal, niggaz wanna kill me\n  start_ms: 73350\n  end_ms: 74690\n- text: He said it's real, they jealous and tired of seein me Willie silly\n  start_ms: 74690\n  end_ms: 77730\n- text: Had more to claim, niggaz throwin shit in the game\n  start_ms: 77730\n  end_ms: 79760\n- text: Gave my wife some pictures with me and bitches runnin the train\n  start_ms: 79760\n  end_ms: 82370\n- text: It's like a dream, I called my team and started flippin\n  start_ms: 82370\n  end_ms: 85450\n- text: Lock the clip in started liftin niggaz off the ground like a magician\n  start_ms: 85450\n  end_ms: 87860\n- text: I skipped town, be back around when things quiet down\n  start_ms: 87860\n  end_ms: 90300\n- text: I lost the war for now but it'll take more to hold me down\n  start_ms: 90300\n  end_ms: 92970\n- text: '\"Top of the world ma! Ha ha, top of the world!\"'\n  start_ms: 92970\n  end_ms: 95930\n- text: 'Chorus:'\n  start_ms: 95930\n  end_ms: 97600\n- text: Yo, this is the bad time - boomerang, bring it all back\n  start_ms: 97600\n  end_ms: 100370\n- text: Flashback, livin prosper', eat well and get fat\n  start_ms: 100370\n  end_ms: 102950\n- text: I was Pop Dula, popular to the masses\n  start_ms: 102950\n  end_ms: 106520\n- text: I miss the E-Classes, rocking game with def glasses\n  start_ms: 106520\n  end_ms: 108100\n- text: Rock bottom struck and threw my world off it's axis\n  start_ms: 108100\n  end_ms: 111650\n- text: Boomerang - plan to come back like Bronx rap\n  start_ms: 111650\n  end_ms: 113310\n- text: Storm like the Redcoats through anything in my path\n  start_ms: 113310\n  end_ms: 115570\n- text: First you shine like sterling, then you broke like Rick and Pearling\n  start_ms: 115570\n  end_ms: 117710\n- text: '[Big Punisher]'\n  start_ms: 117710\n  end_ms: 118660\n- text: Now should I slit my wrists, go for it all or call it quits\n  start_ms: 118660\n  end_ms: 121080\n- text: Picture me taking my life, leaving my wife and my daughter shit\n  start_ms: 121080\n  end_ms: 124090\n- text: Wish I could slip back, and switch the memories\n  start_ms: 124090\n  end_ms: 126270\n- text: Lift the felonies from my record I respected my enemies\n  start_ms: 126270\n  end_ms: 128800\n- text: Live like the Kennedy's, above the law, fuck em all\n  start_ms: 128800\n  end_ms: 131030\n- text: I'm coming for the rich thieving em even if I wasn't poor\n  start_ms: 131030\n  end_ms: 134010\n- text: I seen it all like I said before\n  start_ms: 134010\n  end_ms: 136110\n- text: The streets are for men at war and the beasts are the predators\n  start_ms: 136110\n  end_ms: 139680\n- text: I shed it all first and beat a prob every source?\n  start_ms: 139680\n  end_ms: 141910\n- text: Of course, I bury any adversary tryin to floss\n  start_ms: 141910\n  end_ms: 144460\n- text: Just because, the reason I leave em lost in the sauce\n  start_ms: 144460\n  end_ms: 146850\n- text: Teein off like we up North just for bein soft\n  start_ms: 146850\n  end_ms: 149650\n- text: A beaten horse like a slave gettin minimum wage\n  start_ms: 149650\n  end_ms: 151960\n- text: Fillin the gauge, front page, these are the last days\n  start_ms: 151960\n  end_ms: 154880\n- text: Cash pays, and rules - the root of all evil\n  start_ms: 154880\n  end_ms: 157120\n- text: Shootin amigos for lootin perico pollutin our people\n  start_ms: 157120\n  end_ms: 159930\n- text: Movin kilos like it's all good, through every ghetto\n  start_ms: 159930\n  end_ms: 162530\n- text: I ain't judgin, but buggin how we floss so many levels\n  start_ms: 162530\n  end_ms: 165280\n- text: The devil's got us by the balls, that's why the law allows\n  start_ms: 165280\n  end_ms: 167830\n- text: The drugs to overflood, knowin we gonna buy it all\n  start_ms: 167830\n  end_ms: 170100\n- text: It's time to call a world order where every girl's your daughter\n  start_ms: 170100\n  end_ms: 172720\n- text: And priceless as ices and pearls fresh out the water\n  start_ms: 172720\n  end_ms: 175330\n- text: I'm gonna get mine, either from crime, or through the bible\n  start_ms: 175330\n  end_ms: 177880\n- text: Whichever way, you better pay, I'm feelin suicidal\n  start_ms: 177880\n  end_ms: 180670\n- text: Chorus\n  start_ms: 180670\n  end_ms: 205450\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 205450\nplain: |-\n  Niggaz is flossin a lot, time to start extortin' the plot\n  Just a portion of prod' off the top for my Porsche and my yacht\n  Somethin for the cops to keep em blind, so we can crime\n  With piece of mind, turn the key and shine without bein down\n  Time to expand, New York to Chicago, Colorado\n  You know my motto, clock G's and rock keys like Drago\n  Pablo Escobar and Dom Perignon\n  We're buyin out the bar, with Don Juan, and every woman's Shawn Dawn-ing\n  Long donging em down like Shawn Michael does and I'm like a psycho\n  Fuckin suckin the butt like liposuction\n  Up and down with the tongue twister, c'mon on sister\n  Big Pun's used to cock and squeeze like a gun tester\n  Crushin sister's backs with the demon snap, hit you from the back\n  Close your eyes relax, let me feed the cat\n  Livin fat, true mack, niggaz was catchin feelings\n  Dealing with a smaller deck it just wasn't as mass appealing\n  I started feeling funny, niggaz comin short with money\n  I called my Son he told me chill he'd be over with twenty\n  Punny what's the deal, niggaz wanna kill me\n  He said it's real, they jealous and tired of seein me Willie silly\n  Had more to claim, niggaz throwin shit in the game\n  Gave my wife some pictures with me and bitches runnin the train\n  It's like a dream, I called my team and started flippin\n  Lock the clip in started liftin niggaz off the ground like a magician\n  I skipped town, be back around when things quiet down\n  I lost the war for now but it'll take more to hold me down\n\n  \"Top of the world ma! Ha ha, top of the world!\"\n\n  Chorus:\n\n  Yo, this is the bad time - boomerang, bring it all back\n  Flashback, livin prosper', eat well and get fat\n  I was Pop Dula, popular to the masses\n  I miss the E-Classes, rocking game with def glasses\n  Rock bottom struck and threw my world off it's axis\n  Boomerang - plan to come back like Bronx rap\n  Storm like the Redcoats through anything in my path\n  First you shine like sterling, then you broke like Rick and Pearling\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  Now should I slit my wrists, go for it all or call it quits\n  Picture me taking my life, leaving my wife and my daughter shit\n  Wish I could slip back, and switch the memories\n  Lift the felonies from my record I respected my enemies\n  Live like the Kennedy's, above the law, fuck em all\n  I'm coming for the rich thieving em even if I wasn't poor\n  I seen it all like I said before\n  The streets are for men at war and the beasts are the predators\n  I shed it all first and beat a prob every source?\n  Of course, I bury any adversary tryin to floss\n  Just because, the reason I leave em lost in the sauce\n  Teein off like we up North just for bein soft\n  A beaten horse like a slave gettin minimum wage\n  Fillin the gauge, front page, these are the last days\n  Cash pays, and rules - the root of all evil\n  Shootin amigos for lootin perico pollutin our people\n  Movin kilos like it's all good, through every ghetto\n  I ain't judgin, but buggin how we floss so many levels\n  The devil's got us by the balls, that's why the law allows\n  The drugs to overflood, knowin we gonna buy it all\n  It's time to call a world order where every girl's your daughter\n  And priceless as ices and pearls fresh out the water\n  I'm gonna get mine, either from crime, or through the bible\n  Whichever way, you better pay, I'm feelin suicidal\n\n  Chorus\n"},{"id":39129977,"name":"Boomerang","trackName":"Boomerang","artistName":"Big pun","albumName":"Best of","duration":215.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Niggaz is flossin a lot, time to start extortin' the plot\nJust a portion of prod' off the top for my Porsche and my yacht\nSomethin for the cops to keep em blind, so we can crime\nWith piece of mind, turn the key and shine without bein down\nTime to expand, New York to Chicago, Colorado\nYou know my motto, clock G's and rock keys like Drago\nPablo Escobar and Dom Perignon\nWe're buyin out the bar, with Don Juan, and every woman's Shawn Dawn-ing\nLong donging em down like Shawn Michael does and I'm like a psycho\nFuckin suckin the butt like liposuction\nUp and down with the tongue twister, c'mon on sister\nBig Pun's used to cock and squeeze like a gun tester\nCrushin sister's backs with the demon snap, hit you from the back\nClose your eyes relax, let me feed the cat\nLivin fat, true mack, niggaz was catchin feelings\nDealing with a smaller deck it just wasn't as mass appealing\nI started feeling funny, niggaz comin short with money\nI called my Son he told me chill he'd be over with twenty\nPunny what's the deal, niggaz wanna kill me\nHe said it's real, they jealous and tired of seein me Willie silly\nHad more to claim, niggaz throwin shit in the game\nGave my wife some pictures with me and bitches runnin the train\nIt's like a dream, I called my team and started flippin\nLock the clip in started liftin niggaz off the ground like a magician\nI skipped town, be back around when things quiet down\nI lost the war for now but it'll take more to hold me down\n\n\"Top of the world ma! Ha ha, top of the world!\"\n\nChorus:\n\nYo, this is the bad time - boomerang, bring it all back\nFlashback, livin prosper', eat well and get fat\nI was Pop Dula, popular to the masses\nI miss the E-Classes, rocking game with def glasses\nRock bottom struck and threw my world off it's axis\nBoomerang - plan to come back like Bronx rap\nStorm like the Redcoats through anything in my path\nFirst you shine like sterling, then you broke like Rick and Pearling\n\n[Big Punisher]\nNow should I slit my wrists, go for it all or call it quits\nPicture me taking my life, leaving my wife and my daughter shit\nWish I could slip back, and switch the memories\nLift the felonies from my record I respected my enemies\nLive like the Kennedy's, above the law, fuck em all\nI'm coming for the rich thieving em even if I wasn't poor\nI seen it all like I said before\nThe streets are for men at war and the beasts are the predators\nI shed it all first and beat a prob every source?\nOf course, I bury any adversary tryin to floss\nJust because, the reason I leave em lost in the sauce\nTeein off like we up North just for bein soft\nA beaten horse like a slave gettin minimum wage\nFillin the gauge, front page, these are the last days\nCash pays, and rules - the root of all evil\nShootin amigos for lootin perico pollutin our people\nMovin kilos like it's all good, through every ghetto\nI ain't judgin, but buggin how we floss so many levels\nThe devil's got us by the balls, that's why the law allows\nThe drugs to overflood, knowin we gonna buy it all\nIt's time to call a world order where every girl's your daughter\nAnd priceless as ices and pearls fresh out the water\nI'm gonna get mine, either from crime, or through the bible\nWhichever way, you better pay, I'm feelin suicidal\n\nChorus","syncedLyrics":"[00:25.62]Niggaz is flossin a lot, time to start extortin' the plot\n[00:28.22]Just a portion of prod' off the top for my Porsche and my yacht\n[00:30.90]Somethin for the cops to keep em blind, so we can crime\n[00:33.89]With piece of mind, turn the key and shine without bein down\n[00:36.56]Time to expand, New York to Chicago, Colorado\n[00:39.16]You know my motto, clock G's and rock keys like Drago\n[00:41.64]Pablo Escobar and Dom Perignon\n[00:43.71]We're buyin out the bar, with Don Juan, and every woman's Shawn Dawn-ing\n[00:46.67]Long donging em down like Shawn Michael does and I'm like a psycho\n[00:50.11]Fuckin suckin the butt like liposuction\n[00:52.42]Up and down with the tongue twister, c'mon on sister\n[00:53.84]Big Pun's used to cock and squeeze like a gun tester\n[00:56.94]Crushin sister's backs with the demon snap, hit you from the back\n[01:00.11]Close your eyes relax, let me feed the cat\n[01:01.95]Livin fat, true mack, niggaz was catchin feelings\n[01:04.68]Dealing with a smaller deck it just wasn't as mass appealing\n[01:07.03]I started feeling funny, niggaz comin short with money\n[01:09.86]I called my Son he told me chill he'd be over with twenty\n[01:13.35]Punny what's the deal, niggaz wanna kill me\n[01:14.69]He said it's real, they jealous and tired of seein me Willie silly\n[01:17.73]Had more to claim, niggaz throwin shit in the game\n[01:19.76]Gave my wife some pictures with me and bitches runnin the train\n[01:22.37]It's like a dream, I called my team and started flippin\n[01:25.45]Lock the clip in started liftin niggaz off the ground like a magician\n[01:27.86]I skipped town, be back around when things quiet down\n[01:30.30]I lost the war for now but it'll take more to hold me down\n[01:32.97]\"Top of the world ma! Ha ha, top of the world!\"\n[01:35.93]Chorus:\n[01:37.60]Yo, this is the bad time - boomerang, bring it all back\n[01:40.37]Flashback, livin prosper', eat well and get fat\n[01:42.95]I was Pop Dula, popular to the masses\n[01:46.52]I miss the E-Classes, rocking game with def glasses\n[01:48.10]Rock bottom struck and threw my world off it's axis\n[01:51.65]Boomerang - plan to come back like Bronx rap\n[01:53.31]Storm like the Redcoats through anything in my path\n[01:55.57]First you shine like sterling, then you broke like Rick and Pearling\n[01:57.71][Big Punisher]\n[01:58.66]Now should I slit my wrists, go for it all or call it quits\n[02:01.08]Picture me taking my life, leaving my wife and my daughter shit\n[02:04.09]Wish I could slip back, and switch the memories\n[02:06.27]Lift the felonies from my record I respected my enemies\n[02:08.80]Live like the Kennedy's, above the law, fuck em all\n[02:11.03]I'm coming for the rich thieving em even if I wasn't poor\n[02:14.01]I seen it all like I said before\n[02:16.11]The streets are for men at war and the beasts are the predators\n[02:19.68]I shed it all first and beat a prob every source?\n[02:21.91]Of course, I bury any adversary tryin to floss\n[02:24.46]Just because, the reason I leave em lost in the sauce\n[02:26.85]Teein off like we up North just for bein soft\n[02:29.65]A beaten horse like a slave gettin minimum wage\n[02:31.96]Fillin the gauge, front page, these are the last days\n[02:34.88]Cash pays, and rules - the root of all evil\n[02:37.12]Shootin amigos for lootin perico pollutin our people\n[02:39.93]Movin kilos like it's all good, through every ghetto\n[02:42.53]I ain't judgin, but buggin how we floss so many levels\n[02:45.28]The devil's got us by the balls, that's why the law allows\n[02:47.83]The drugs to overflood, knowin we gonna buy it all\n[02:50.10]It's time to call a world order where every girl's your daughter\n[02:52.72]And priceless as ices and pearls fresh out the water\n[02:55.33]I'm gonna get mine, either from crime, or through the bible\n[02:57.88]Whichever way, you better pay, I'm feelin suicidal\n[03:00.67]Chorus\n[03:25.45]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Boomerang\n  artist: Big pun\n  album: Best of\n  duration_ms: 215000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Niggaz is flossin a lot, time to start extortin' the plot\n  start_ms: 25620\n  end_ms: 28220\n- text: Just a portion of prod' off the top for my Porsche and my yacht\n  start_ms: 28220\n  end_ms: 30900\n- text: Somethin for the cops to keep em blind, so we can crime\n  start_ms: 30900\n  end_ms: 33890\n- text: With piece of mind, turn the key and shine without bein down\n  start_ms: 33890\n  end_ms: 36560\n- text: Time to expand, New York to Chicago, Colorado\n  start_ms: 36560\n  end_ms: 39160\n- text: You know my motto, clock G's and rock keys like Drago\n  start_ms: 39160\n  end_ms: 41640\n- text: Pablo Escobar and Dom Perignon\n  start_ms: 41640\n  end_ms: 43710\n- text: We're buyin out the bar, with Don Juan, and every woman's Shawn Dawn-ing\n  start_ms: 43710\n  end_ms: 46670\n- text: Long donging em down like Shawn Michael does and I'm like a psycho\n  start_ms: 46670\n  end_ms: 50110\n- text: Fuckin suckin the butt like liposuction\n  start_ms: 50110\n  end_ms: 52420\n- text: Up and down with the tongue twister, c'mon on sister\n  start_ms: 52420\n  end_ms: 53840\n- text: Big Pun's used to cock and squeeze like a gun tester\n  start_ms: 53840\n  end_ms: 56940\n- text: Crushin sister's backs with the demon snap, hit you from the back\n  start_ms: 56940\n  end_ms: 60110\n- text: Close your eyes relax, let me feed the cat\n  start_ms: 60110\n  end_ms: 61950\n- text: Livin fat, true mack, niggaz was catchin feelings\n  start_ms: 61950\n  end_ms: 64680\n- text: Dealing with a smaller deck it just wasn't as mass appealing\n  start_ms: 64680\n  end_ms: 67030\n- text: I started feeling funny, niggaz comin short with money\n  start_ms: 67030\n  end_ms: 69860\n- text: I called my Son he told me chill he'd be over with twenty\n  start_ms: 69860\n  end_ms: 73350\n- text: Punny what's the deal, niggaz wanna kill me\n  start_ms: 73350\n  end_ms: 74690\n- text: He said it's real, they jealous and tired of seein me Willie silly\n  start_ms: 74690\n  end_ms: 77730\n- text: Had more to claim, niggaz throwin shit in the game\n  start_ms: 77730\n  end_ms: 79760\n- text: Gave my wife some pictures with me and bitches runnin the train\n  start_ms: 79760\n  end_ms: 82370\n- text: It's like a dream, I called my team and started flippin\n  start_ms: 82370\n  end_ms: 85450\n- text: Lock the clip in started liftin niggaz off the ground like a magician\n  start_ms: 85450\n  end_ms: 87860\n- text: I skipped town, be back around when things quiet down\n  start_ms: 87860\n  end_ms: 90300\n- text: I lost the war for now but it'll take more to hold me down\n  start_ms: 90300\n  end_ms: 92970\n- text: '\"Top of the world ma! 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Ha ha, top of the world!\"\n\n  Chorus:\n\n  Yo, this is the bad time - boomerang, bring it all back\n  Flashback, livin prosper', eat well and get fat\n  I was Pop Dula, popular to the masses\n  I miss the E-Classes, rocking game with def glasses\n  Rock bottom struck and threw my world off it's axis\n  Boomerang - plan to come back like Bronx rap\n  Storm like the Redcoats through anything in my path\n  First you shine like sterling, then you broke like Rick and Pearling\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  Now should I slit my wrists, go for it all or call it quits\n  Picture me taking my life, leaving my wife and my daughter shit\n  Wish I could slip back, and switch the memories\n  Lift the felonies from my record I respected my enemies\n  Live like the Kennedy's, above the law, fuck em all\n  I'm coming for the rich thieving em even if I wasn't poor\n  I seen it all like I said before\n  The streets are for men at war and the beasts are the predators\n  I shed it all first and beat a prob every source?\n  Of course, I bury any adversary tryin to floss\n  Just because, the reason I leave em lost in the sauce\n  Teein off like we up North just for bein soft\n  A beaten horse like a slave gettin minimum wage\n  Fillin the gauge, front page, these are the last days\n  Cash pays, and rules - the root of all evil\n  Shootin amigos for lootin perico pollutin our people\n  Movin kilos like it's all good, through every ghetto\n  I ain't judgin, but buggin how we floss so many levels\n  The devil's got us by the balls, that's why the law allows\n  The drugs to overflood, knowin we gonna buy it all\n  It's time to call a world order where every girl's your daughter\n  And priceless as ices and pearls fresh out the water\n  I'm gonna get mine, either from crime, or through the bible\n  Whichever way, you better pay, I'm feelin suicidal\n\n  Chorus\n"},{"id":24009952,"name":"19 Boomerang","trackName":"19 Boomerang","artistName":"Big Pun","albumName":"Capital Punishment","duration":215.980408,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Niggas is flossing a lot, time to start extorting the block\nJust a portion of the prod' off the top for my Porsche and my yacht\nSomething for the cops to keep 'em blind\nSo we can grind with peace of mind\nTurn the key and shine without being dimed\nTime to expand, New York to Chicago, Colorado\nYou know my motto, Clock G's and rock keys like Drago\nPablo Escobar and Dom Pérignon\nWe're buying out the bar and Don Juan and every woman's Chandonin'\n\nLong donging 'em down like Sean Michaels does 'em\nI'm like a psycho fucking, sucking the butt like liposuction\nUp and down with the tongue twister\nC'mon on, sister! Big Pun's Mr. \"Cock and Squeeze\" like a gun tester\nCrushing sisters' backs with the demon snap\nHit you from the back, close your eyes, relax, let me feed the cat\nLiving phat, true mack, niggas was catching feelings\nDealing with a smaller deck, it just wasn't as mass appealing\n\nI started feeling funny, niggas coming short with money\nI called my son, he told me, \"Chill!\", he'd be over in 20\n\"Punny, what's the deal? Niggas wanna kill me\"\nHe said, \"It's real, they jealous and tired of seeing me Willie silly\"\nHad more to claim, niggas throwing shit in the game\nGave my wife some pictures with me and bitches running the train\nIt's like a dream, I called my team and started flipping\nLocked the clip in, started lifting niggas off the ground like a magician\nI skipped town, be back around when things quiet down\nI lost it all for now, but it'll take more to hold me down\n\n(\"Top of the world, ma! Haha! Top of the world!\")\n\nYo, this is the bad time, Boomerang! Bring it all back\nFlashback, live and prosper, eat well and get fat\nI was Pop Dula, pop-ular to the masses\nI miss the E-Classes, rocking Game of Death glasses\nRock bottom struck and threw my world off its axis\nBoomerang! Plan to come back like Bronx rap\nStorm like the Redcoats through anything in my path\nFirst, you shining like sterling, then you broke like brick in Berlin\n\nNow, should I slit my wrists? Go for it all or call it quits?\nPicture me taking my life, leaving my wife and my daughter shit\nWish I could slip back and switch the memories\nLift the felonies from my record and respected my enemies\nLive like the Kennedy's, above the law\nFuck 'em all! I'm coming for the rich, thieving 'em even if I wasn't poor\nI seen it all like I said before\nThe streets are for men at war, and the beasts are the predators\n\nI shed it all first and be the primary source\nOf course, I bury any adversaries tryna floss\nJust because, the reason I leave 'em lost in the sauce\nTeeing off like we up North just for being soft\nA beaten horse like a slave, getting minimum wage\nFilling the gauge, front page, these are the last days!\nCash pays and rules, the root of all evil\nShooting amigos for loot, and perico polluting our people\n\nMoving kilos like it's all good through every ghetto\nI ain't judging, but bugging, how we fall so many levels?\nThe Devil's got us by the balls\nThat's why the law allows the drugs to overflood, knowing we gonna buy it all\nIt's time to call a world order where every girl's your daughter\nAnd priceless as ice is and pearls fresh out the water\nI'm gonna get mine, either from crime or through the Bible\nWhichever way, it better pay, I'm feeling suicidal\n\nThis is the bad time Boomerang! Bring it all back\nFlashback, live and prosper, eat well and get fat\nI was Pop Dula, pop-ular to the masses\nI miss the E-Classes, rocking Game Of Death glasses\nRock bottom struck and threw my world off its axis\nBoomerang! Plan to come back like Bronx rap\nStorm like the Redcoats through anything in my path\nFirst, you shining like sterling, then you broke like brick in Berlin","syncedLyrics":"[00:25.23] Niggas is flossing a lot, time to start extorting the block\n[00:28.04] Just a portion of the prod' off the top for my Porsche and my yacht\n[00:30.97] Something for the cops to keep 'em blind\n[00:32.80] So we can grind with peace of mind\n[00:34.18] Turn the key and shine without being dimed\n[00:36.21] Time to expand, New York to Chicago, Colorado\n[00:38.79] You know my motto, Clock G's and rock keys like Drago\n[00:41.47] Pablo Escobar and Dom Pérignon\n[00:43.25] We're buying out the bar and Don Juan and every woman's Chandonin'\n[00:46.60] Long donging 'em down like Sean Michaels does 'em\n[00:48.99] I'm like a psycho fucking, sucking the butt like liposuction\n[00:51.74] Up and down with the tongue twister\n[00:53.41] C'mon on, sister! 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Big Pun's Mr. \"Cock and Squeeze\" like a gun tester\n  Crushing sisters' backs with the demon snap\n  Hit you from the back, close your eyes, relax, let me feed the cat\n  Living phat, true mack, niggas was catching feelings\n  Dealing with a smaller deck, it just wasn't as mass appealing\n\n  I started feeling funny, niggas coming short with money\n  I called my son, he told me, \"Chill!\", he'd be over in 20\n  \"Punny, what's the deal? Niggas wanna kill me\"\n  He said, \"It's real, they jealous and tired of seeing me Willie silly\"\n  Had more to claim, niggas throwing shit in the game\n  Gave my wife some pictures with me and bitches running the train\n  It's like a dream, I called my team and started flipping\n  Locked the clip in, started lifting niggas off the ground like a magician\n  I skipped town, be back around when things quiet down\n  I lost it all for now, but it'll take more to hold me down\n\n  (\"Top of the world, ma! Haha! Top of the world!\")\n\n  Yo, this is the bad time, Boomerang! Bring it all back\n  Flashback, live and prosper, eat well and get fat\n  I was Pop Dula, pop-ular to the masses\n  I miss the E-Classes, rocking Game of Death glasses\n  Rock bottom struck and threw my world off its axis\n  Boomerang! Plan to come back like Bronx rap\n  Storm like the Redcoats through anything in my path\n  First, you shining like sterling, then you broke like brick in Berlin\n\n  Now, should I slit my wrists? Go for it all or call it quits?\n  Picture me taking my life, leaving my wife and my daughter shit\n  Wish I could slip back and switch the memories\n  Lift the felonies from my record and respected my enemies\n  Live like the Kennedy's, above the law\n  Fuck 'em all! I'm coming for the rich, thieving 'em even if I wasn't poor\n  I seen it all like I said before\n  The streets are for men at war, and the beasts are the predators\n\n  I shed it all first and be the primary source\n  Of course, I bury any adversaries tryna floss\n  Just because, the reason I leave 'em lost in the sauce\n  Teeing off like we up North just for being soft\n  A beaten horse like a slave, getting minimum wage\n  Filling the gauge, front page, these are the last days!\n  Cash pays and rules, the root of all evil\n  Shooting amigos for loot, and perico polluting our people\n\n  Moving kilos like it's all good through every ghetto\n  I ain't judging, but bugging, how we fall so many levels?\n  The Devil's got us by the balls\n  That's why the law allows the drugs to overflood, knowing we gonna buy it all\n  It's time to call a world order where every girl's your daughter\n  And priceless as ice is and pearls fresh out the water\n  I'm gonna get mine, either from crime or through the Bible\n  Whichever way, it better pay, I'm feeling suicidal\n\n  This is the bad time Boomerang! Bring it all back\n  Flashback, live and prosper, eat well and get fat\n  I was Pop Dula, pop-ular to the masses\n  I miss the E-Classes, rocking Game Of Death glasses\n  Rock bottom struck and threw my world off its axis\n  Boomerang! Plan to come back like Bronx rap\n  Storm like the Redcoats through anything in my path\n  First, you shining like sterling, then you broke like brick in Berlin\n"},{"id":17228824,"name":"Boomerang (Explicit Version)","trackName":"Boomerang (Explicit Version)","artistName":"Big Pun","albumName":"Capital Punishment (Explicit Version)","duration":215.933333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Niggaz is flossin a lot, time to start extortin' the plot\nJust a portion of prod' off the top for my Porsche and my yacht\nSomethin for the cops to keep em blind, so we can crime\nwith piece of mind, turn the key and shine without bein down\nTime to expand, New York to Chicago, Colorado\nYou know my motto, clock G's and rock keys like Drago\nPablo Escobar and Dom Perignon\nWe're buyin out the bar, with Don Juan, and every woman's Shawn Dawn-ing\nLong donging em down like Shawn Michael does and I'm like a psycho\nfuckin suckin the butt like liposuction\nUp and down with the tongue twister, c'mon on sister\nBig Pun's used to cock and squeeze like a gun tester\nCrushin sister's backs with the demon snap, hit you from the back\nClose your eyes relax, let me feed the cat\nLivin fat, true mack, niggaz was catchin feelings\nDealing with a smaller deck it just wasn't as mass appealing\nI started feeling funny, niggaz comin short with money\nI called my Son he told me chill he'd be over with twenty\nPunny what's the deal, niggaz wanna kill me\nHe said it's real, they jealous and tired of seein me Willie silly\nHad more to claim, niggaz throwin shit in the game\nGave my wife some pictures with me and bitches runnin the train\nIt's like a dream, I called my team and started flippin\nLock the clip in started liftin niggaz off the ground like a magician\nI skipped town, be back around when things quiet down\nI lost the war for now but it'll take more to hold me down\n\n\"Top of the world ma! Ha ha, top of the world!\"\n\nChorus:\n\nYo, this is the bad time - boomerang, bring it all back\nFlashback, livin prosper', eat well and get fat\nI was Pop Dula, popular to the masses\nI miss the E-Classes, rocking game with def glasses\nRock bottom struck and threw my world off it's axis\nBoomerang - plan to come back like Bronx rap\nStorm like the Redcoats through anything in my path\nFirst you shine like sterling, then you broke like Rick and Pearling\n\n[Big Punisher]\nNow should I slit my wrists, go for it all or call it quits\nPicture me taking my life, leaving my wife and my daughter shit\nWish I could slip back, and switch the memories\nLift the felonies from my record I respected my enemies\nLive like the Kennedy's, above the law, fuck em all\nI'm coming for the rich thieving em even if I wasn't poor\nI seen it all like I said before\nThe streets are for men at war and the beasts are the predators\nI shed it all first and beat a prob every source?\nOf course, I bury any adversary tryin to floss\nJust because, the reason I leave em lost in the sauce\nTeein off like we up North just for bein soft\nA beaten horse like a slave gettin minimum wage\nFillin the gauge, front page, these are the last days\nCash pays, and rules - the root of all evil\nShootin amigos for lootin perico pollutin our people\nMovin kilos like it's all good, through every ghetto\nI ain't judgin, but buggin how we floss so many levels\nThe devil's got us by the balls, that's why the law allows\nthe drugs to overflood, knowin we gonna buy it all\nIt's time to call a world order where every girl's your daughter\nand priceless as ices and pearls fresh out the water\nI'm gonna get mine, either from crime, or through the bible\nWhichever way, you better pay, I'm feelin suicidal\n\nChorus","syncedLyrics":"[00:25.25] Niggaz is flossin a lot, time to start extortin' the plot\n[00:27.10] Just a portion of prod' off the top for my Porsche and my yacht\n[00:30.96] Somethin for the cops to keep em blind, so we can crime\n[00:33.40] with piece of mind, turn the key and shine without bein down\n[00:36.19] Time to expand, New York to Chicago, Colorado\n[00:38.86] You know my motto, clock G's and rock keys like Drago\n[00:41.68] Pablo Escobar and Dom Perignon\n[00:43.47] We're buyin out the bar, with Don Juan, and every woman's Shawn Dawn-ing\n[00:46.42] Long donging em down like Shawn Michael does and I'm like a psycho\n[00:50.32] fuckin suckin the butt like liposuction\n[00:51.87] Up and down with the tongue twister, c'mon on sister\n[00:54.76] Big Pun's used to cock and squeeze like a gun tester\n[00:56.84] Crushin sister's backs with the demon snap, hit you from the back\n[00:59.76] Close your eyes relax, let me feed the cat\n[01:01.81] Livin fat, true mack, niggaz was catchin feelings\n[01:04.56] Dealing with a smaller deck it just wasn't as mass appealing\n[01:07.08] I started feeling funny, niggaz comin short with money\n[01:09.66] I called my Son he told me chill he'd be over with twenty\n[01:12.35] Punny what's the deal, niggaz wanna kill me\n[01:14.24] He said it's real, they jealous and tired of seein me Willie silly\n[01:17.34] Had more to claim, niggaz throwin shit in the game\n[01:19.60] Gave my wife some pictures with me and bitches runnin the train\n[01:22.38] It's like a dream, I called my team and started flippin\n[01:24.64] Lock the clip in started liftin niggaz off the ground like a magician\n[01:27.79] I skipped town, be back around when things quiet down\n[01:29.83] I lost the war for now but it'll take more to hold me down\n[01:32.88] \"Top of the world ma! Ha ha, top of the world!\"\n[01:36.71] Chorus:\n[01:37.56] Yo, this is the bad time - boomerang, bring it all back\n[01:40.05] Flashback, livin prosper', eat well and get fat\n[01:42.56] I was Pop Dula, popular to the masses\n[01:45.02] I miss the E-Classes, rocking game with def glasses\n[01:47.95] Rock bottom struck and threw my world off it's axis\n[01:50.63] Boomerang - plan to come back like Bronx rap\n[01:53.12] Storm like the Redcoats through anything in my path\n[01:55.44] First you shine like sterling, then you broke like Rick and Pearling\n[01:58.10] [Big Punisher]\n[01:58.50] Now should I slit my wrists, go for it all or call it quits\n[02:00.61] Picture me taking my life, leaving my wife and my daughter shit\n[02:03.82] Wish I could slip back, and switch the memories\n[02:05.83] Lift the felonies from my record I respected my enemies\n[02:08.89] Live like the Kennedy's, above the law, fuck em all\n[02:11.18] I'm coming for the rich thieving em even if I wasn't poor\n[02:13.87] I seen it all like I said before\n[02:15.66] The streets are for men at war and the beasts are the predators\n[02:18.80] I shed it all first and beat a prob every source?\n[02:21.73] Of course, I bury any adversary tryin to floss\n[02:24.24] Just because, the reason I leave em lost in the sauce\n[02:27.06] Teein off like we up North just for bein soft\n[02:29.59] A beaten horse like a slave gettin minimum wage\n[02:32.08] Fillin the gauge, front page, these are the last days\n[02:34.70] Cash pays, and rules - the root of all evil\n[02:37.09] Shootin amigos for lootin perico pollutin our people\n[02:39.76] Movin kilos like it's all good, through every ghetto\n[02:42.45] I ain't judgin, but buggin how we floss so many levels\n[02:44.79] The devil's got us by the balls, that's why the law allows\n[02:47.29] the drugs to overflood, knowin we gonna buy it all\n[02:50.03] It's time to call a world order where every girl's your daughter\n[02:52.90] and priceless as ices and pearls fresh out the water\n[02:55.06] I'm gonna get mine, either from crime, or through the bible\n[02:57.59] Whichever way, you better pay, I'm feelin suicidal\n[03:00.67] Chorus\n[03:01.05] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Boomerang (Explicit Version)\n  artist: Big Pun\n  album: Capital Punishment (Explicit Version)\n  duration_ms: 215933\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Niggaz is flossin a lot, time to start extortin' the plot\n  start_ms: 25250\n  end_ms: 27100\n- text: Just a portion of prod' off the top for my Porsche and my yacht\n  start_ms: 27100\n  end_ms: 30960\n- text: Somethin for the cops to keep em blind, so we can crime\n  start_ms: 30960\n  end_ms: 33400\n- text: with piece of mind, turn the key and shine without bein down\n  start_ms: 33400\n  end_ms: 36190\n- text: Time to expand, New York to Chicago, Colorado\n  start_ms: 36190\n  end_ms: 38860\n- text: You know my motto, clock G's and rock keys like Drago\n  start_ms: 38860\n  end_ms: 41680\n- text: Pablo Escobar and Dom Perignon\n  start_ms: 41680\n  end_ms: 43470\n- text: We're buyin out the bar, with Don Juan, and every woman's Shawn Dawn-ing\n  start_ms: 43470\n  end_ms: 46420\n- text: Long donging em down like Shawn Michael does and I'm like a psycho\n  start_ms: 46420\n  end_ms: 50320\n- text: fuckin suckin the butt like liposuction\n  start_ms: 50320\n  end_ms: 51870\n- text: Up and down with the tongue twister, c'mon on sister\n  start_ms: 51870\n  end_ms: 54760\n- text: Big Pun's used to cock and squeeze like a gun tester\n  start_ms: 54760\n  end_ms: 56840\n- text: Crushin sister's backs with the demon snap, hit you from the back\n  start_ms: 56840\n  end_ms: 59760\n- text: Close your eyes relax, let me feed the cat\n  start_ms: 59760\n  end_ms: 61810\n- text: Livin fat, true mack, niggaz was catchin feelings\n  start_ms: 61810\n  end_ms: 64560\n- text: Dealing with a smaller deck it just wasn't as mass appealing\n  start_ms: 64560\n  end_ms: 67080\n- text: I started feeling funny, niggaz comin short with money\n  start_ms: 67080\n  end_ms: 69660\n- text: I called my Son he told me chill he'd be over with twenty\n  start_ms: 69660\n  end_ms: 72350\n- text: Punny what's the deal, niggaz wanna kill me\n  start_ms: 72350\n  end_ms: 74240\n- text: He said it's real, they jealous and tired of seein me Willie silly\n  start_ms: 74240\n  end_ms: 77340\n- text: Had more to claim, niggaz throwin shit in the game\n  start_ms: 77340\n  end_ms: 79600\n- text: Gave my wife some pictures with me and bitches runnin the train\n  start_ms: 79600\n  end_ms: 82380\n- text: It's like a dream, I called my team and started flippin\n  start_ms: 82380\n  end_ms: 84640\n- text: Lock the clip in started liftin niggaz off the ground like a magician\n  start_ms: 84640\n  end_ms: 87790\n- text: I skipped town, be back around when things quiet down\n  start_ms: 87790\n  end_ms: 89830\n- text: I lost the war for now but it'll take more to hold me down\n  start_ms: 89830\n  end_ms: 92880\n- text: '\"Top of the world ma! 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Ha ha, top of the world!\"\n\n  Chorus:\n\n  Yo, this is the bad time - boomerang, bring it all back\n  Flashback, livin prosper', eat well and get fat\n  I was Pop Dula, popular to the masses\n  I miss the E-Classes, rocking game with def glasses\n  Rock bottom struck and threw my world off it's axis\n  Boomerang - plan to come back like Bronx rap\n  Storm like the Redcoats through anything in my path\n  First you shine like sterling, then you broke like Rick and Pearling\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  Now should I slit my wrists, go for it all or call it quits\n  Picture me taking my life, leaving my wife and my daughter shit\n  Wish I could slip back, and switch the memories\n  Lift the felonies from my record I respected my enemies\n  Live like the Kennedy's, above the law, fuck em all\n  I'm coming for the rich thieving em even if I wasn't poor\n  I seen it all like I said before\n  The streets are for men at war and the beasts are the predators\n  I shed it all first and beat a prob every source?\n  Of course, I bury any adversary tryin to floss\n  Just because, the reason I leave em lost in the sauce\n  Teein off like we up North just for bein soft\n  A beaten horse like a slave gettin minimum wage\n  Fillin the gauge, front page, these are the last days\n  Cash pays, and rules - the root of all evil\n  Shootin amigos for lootin perico pollutin our people\n  Movin kilos like it's all good, through every ghetto\n  I ain't judgin, but buggin how we floss so many levels\n  The devil's got us by the balls, that's why the law allows\n  the drugs to overflood, knowin we gonna buy it all\n  It's time to call a world order where every girl's your daughter\n  and priceless as ices and pearls fresh out the water\n  I'm gonna get mine, either from crime, or through the bible\n  Whichever way, you better pay, I'm feelin suicidal\n\n  Chorus\n"}]