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It's our turn, baby\n\nGator boots (Gator boots)\nWith the pimped out Gucci suits (With them Gucci suits)\nAin't got no job, but I stay sharp (I stay sharp)\nCan't pay my rent (I can't pay my rent)\n\n'Cause all my money's spent (Mmm hmm)\nBut that's okay, 'cause I'm still fly (Damn 'cause I'm so fly)\nGot a quarter tank of gas\nIn my new E class (In my E-Class Benz)\n\nBut that's alright, cause I'm gon' ride\nGot everything (We got everything)\nIn my momma name (In my momma name)\nBut I'm hood rich (Uh huh) na-na-na-na...\n\nGet your k-uh, k-uh-car, play gems gone shine\nAnd make sure mom get a mink\nBaby girl let's ride (Let's ride)\nYou a number one stunna, and we gon' glide\n\nAnd go straight to the mall and tear down the inside\nDo that Prada, Gucci, full length leather (Leather)\nBourbon's cool or Coogi sweater (Sweater)\nTwenty-inches pop my feather\n\nThe Birdman dad I fly in any weather\nAlligator seats with the head in the inside\nSwine on the dash, G-wagon is so fly\nNumber one don't tangle and twist it\n\nWhen they come to these cars I am that nigga\nThe k-uh, k-uh-Coogi with the matchin' interior\nThree wheel ride with the tire in the middle\nIt's Fresh and Stunna, and we like brothers\nWe shine like paint daddy, it's our summer\n\nGator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits\nAin't got no job, but I stay sharp\nCan't pay my rent, 'cause all my money's spent\nBut that's okay, 'cause I'm still fly\n\nGot a quarter tank of gas in my new E class\nBut that's alright, 'cause I'm gon' ride\nGot everything in my momma name\nBut I'm hood rich, na-na-na-na...\n\nHave you ever seen a crocodile seats in the truck?\nTurn around sit it down and let 'em bite your butt\nSee the steering wheel is Fendi, dashboard Armani\nWith your baby momma player is where you can find me\n\nPushin' through the parking lot on twenty fours\nCadillac Escalade with the chromed out nose\nWith an navigation arrow headed straight to your spot\nWhere your wife really love me cause the sex is so hot\n\nPut the Caddy up, start the three wheel Benz (Skrrt)\nHyper white lights, ultra-violet lens\nSuma-tuma tires and they gotta be run flat\nTV where the horn go, \"Boy can you top that?\"\n\nI'ma show you some shit rookie press that button\nThe trunk went ah-ah and all of a sudden\nFour fifteen's didn't see no wires\nAnd then I heard (boom!) from the amplifiers\n\nGator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits\nAin't got no job, but I stay sharp\nCan't pay my rent, 'cause all my money's spent\nBut that's okay, 'cause I'm still fly\n\nGot a quarter tank of gas in my new E class\nBut that's alright, 'cause I'm gon' ride\nGot everything in my momma name\nBut I'm hood rich, na-na-na-na...\n\nLemme slide in the Benz (Shit) with the fished out fins\nImpala loud pipes, drinkin' the Henn'\nIt's the Birdie-Birdie Man I'll do it again\nIn a Cadillac truck twenty-fours with tens\n\nLooking at my Gucci it's about that time\nSix bad broads flying in at nine\nNew Suburban Truck with the porno showing\nUp and down and up they go and\n\nBodies on the Roadster Lexus you know what?\nThat hard-top beamer (ay, ay) yo Ma', that's your truck\nI'm comin' up, the hood been lovely\nNew shoes on the whip and I wake up to bubbly (bubbly)\n\nFour-thirty Lex with the convertible top\nAnd the rims keeps spinning every time I stop\nGot a superman Benz that I scored from Shaq\nWith a ol' school Caddy with a \"diamond in the back\"\n\nGator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits\nAin't got no job, but I stay sharp\nCan't pay my rent, 'cause all my money's spent\nBut that's okay, 'cause I'm Still Fly\n\nGot a quarter tank of gas in my new E class\nBut that's alright, 'cause I'm gon' ride\nGot everything in my momma name\nBut I'm hood rich, na-na-na-na\nNumba one stunna, pimp, ain't it fresh","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.94] Whassup Fresh? It's our turn, baby\n[00:05.39] Gator boots (Gator boots)\n[00:06.85] With the pimped out Gucci suits (With them Gucci suits)\n[00:09.79] Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp (I stay sharp)\n[00:14.55] Can't pay my rent (I can't pay my rent)\n[00:18.44] 'Cause all my money's spent (Mmm hmm)\n[00:19.59] But that's okay, 'cause I'm still fly (Damn 'cause I'm so fly)\n[00:25.60] Got a quarter tank of gas\n[00:27.46] In my new E class (In my E-Class Benz)\n[00:30.54] But that's alright, cause I'm gon' ride\n[00:30.82] Got everything (We got everything)\n[00:31.33] In my momma name (In my momma name)\n[00:31.66] But I'm hood rich (Uh huh) na-na-na-na...\n[00:32.15] Get your k-uh, k-uh-car, play gems gone shine\n[00:32.45] And make sure mom get a mink\n[00:33.10] Baby girl let's ride (Let's ride)\n[00:33.77] You a number one stunna, and we gon' glide\n[00:34.51] And go straight to the mall and tear down the inside\n[00:36.39] Do that Prada, Gucci, full length leather (Leather)\n[00:39.57] Bourbon's cool or Coogi sweater (Sweater)\n[00:42.78] Twenty-inches pop my feather\n[00:45.07] The Birdman dad I fly in any weather\n[00:47.63] Alligator seats with the head in the inside\n[00:50.33] Swine on the dash, G-wagon is so fly\n[00:52.67] Number one don't tangle and twist it\n[00:55.87] When they come to these cars I am that nigga\n[00:58.45] The k-uh, k-uh-Coogi with the matchin' interior\n[01:00.57] Three wheel ride with the tire in the middle\n[01:03.71] It's Fresh and Stunna, and we like brothers\n[01:06.66] We shine like paint daddy, it's our summer\n[01:09.28] Gator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits\n[01:13.77] Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp\n[01:20.06] Can't pay my rent, 'cause all my money's spent\n[01:25.03] But that's okay, 'cause I'm still fly\n[01:31.04] Got a quarter tank of gas in my new E class\n[01:35.50] But that's alright, 'cause I'm gon' ride\n[01:41.39] Got everything in my momma name\n[01:46.34] But I'm hood rich, na-na-na-na...\n[01:51.89] Have you ever seen a crocodile seats in the truck?\n[01:54.73] Turn around sit it down and let 'em bite your butt\n[01:57.49] See the steering wheel is Fendi, dashboard Armani\n[02:00.32] With your baby momma player is where you can find me\n[02:03.26] Pushin' through the parking lot on twenty fours\n[02:05.85] Cadillac Escalade with the chromed out nose\n[02:08.26] With an navigation arrow headed straight to your spot\n[02:11.12] Where your wife really love me cause the sex is so hot\n[02:14.06] Put the Caddy up, start the three wheel Benz (Skrrt)\n[02:16.63] Hyper white lights, ultra-violet lens\n[02:18.73] Suma-tuma tires and they gotta be run flat\n[02:21.95] TV where the horn go, \"Boy can you top that?\"\n[02:25.00] I'ma show you some shit rookie press that button\n[02:27.40] The trunk went ah-ah and all of a sudden\n[02:30.02] Four fifteen's didn't see no wires\n[02:32.42] And then I heard (boom!) from the amplifiers\n[02:35.54] Gator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits\n[02:40.39] Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp\n[02:45.88] Can't pay my rent, 'cause all my money's spent\n[02:50.37] But that's okay, 'cause I'm still fly\n[02:56.66] Got a quarter tank of gas in my new E class\n[03:02.41] But that's alright, 'cause I'm gon' ride\n[03:07.73] Got everything in my momma name\n[03:12.94] But I'm hood rich, na-na-na-na...\n[03:17.97] Lemme slide in the Benz (Shit) with the fished out fins\n[03:21.19] Impala loud pipes, drinkin' the Henn'\n[03:24.08] It's the Birdie-Birdie Man I'll do it again\n[03:26.10] In a Cadillac truck twenty-fours with tens\n[03:29.40] Looking at my Gucci it's about that time\n[03:32.17] Six bad broads flying in at nine\n[03:34.54] New Suburban Truck with the porno showing\n[03:37.30] Up and down and up they go and\n[03:39.90] Bodies on the Roadster Lexus you know what?\n[03:42.93] That hard-top beamer (ay, ay) yo Ma', that's your truck\n[03:46.11] I'm comin' up, the hood been lovely\n[03:49.07] New shoes on the whip and I wake up to bubbly (bubbly)\n[03:51.19] Four-thirty Lex with the convertible top\n[03:53.58] And the rims keeps spinning every time I stop\n[03:56.20] Got a superman Benz that I scored from Shaq\n[03:59.05] With a ol' school Caddy with a \"diamond in the back\"\n[04:01.61] Gator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits\n[04:06.91] Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp\n[04:10.69] Can't pay my rent, 'cause all my money's spent\n[04:16.11] But that's okay, 'cause I'm Still Fly\n[04:17.92] Got a quarter tank of gas in my new E class\n[04:18.21] But that's alright, 'cause I'm gon' ride\n[04:18.53] Got everything in my momma name\n[04:18.76] But I'm hood rich, na-na-na-na\n[04:19.30] Numba one stunna, pimp, ain't it fresh\n[04:19.63] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Big Tymers - Still Fly\n  artist: Big Tymers\n  album: Big Tymers\n  duration_ms: 266000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Whassup Fresh? 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комплект, ограбленный коннект\n  Слышал, ты snitch, lil' мышь Mouse Mickey\n  Курим, как хиппи, я базарю, как спикер\n  Вышел до магаза, но на всякий взял blicky\n  Просто чтоб они все знали, на мне пламя, есть Cricket\n\n  Bad lil' bop, она bad, она freaky\n  Мы её пустили — Bang Bros, потом слили\n  Я пропустил весь колледж, учителя, извините\n  Но ща я строю башни с пачек, выше, чем Москва-Сити\n\n  Big timer, мой белый big timer\n  Big timer, да, мой белый big timer\n  Был в яме, но я ща ношу дизайнер\n  Xanny bar в стакане, он дрейфует, как лайнер\n  Big timer, мой белый big timer\n  Big timer, да, мой белый big timer\n  Был в яме, но я ща ношу дизайнер\n  Xanny bar в стакане, он дрейфует, как лайнер\n"},{"id":21265725,"name":"Still Fly","trackName":"Still Fly","artistName":"Big Tymers","albumName":"Big Tymers","duration":264.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Whassup Fresh? It's our turn, baby\n\nGator boots (Gator boots)\nWith the pimped out Gucci suits (With them Gucci suits)\nAin't got no job, but I stay sharp (I stay sharp)\nCan't pay my rent (I can't pay my rent)\n\n'Cause all my money's spent (Mmm hmm)\nBut that's okay, 'cause I'm still fly (Damn 'cause I'm so fly)\nGot a quarter tank of gas\nIn my new E class (In my E-Class Benz)\n\nBut that's alright, cause I'm gon' ride\nGot everything (We got everything)\nIn my momma name (In my momma name)\nBut I'm hood rich (Uh huh) na-na-na-na...\n\nGet your k-uh, k-uh-car, play gems gone shine\nAnd make sure mom get a mink\nBaby girl let's ride (Let's ride)\nYou a number one stunna, and we gon' glide\n\nAnd go straight to the mall and tear down the inside\nDo that Prada, Gucci, full length leather (Leather)\nBourbon's cool or Coogi sweater (Sweater)\nTwenty-inches pop my feather\n\nThe Birdman dad I fly in any weather\nAlligator seats with the head in the inside\nSwine on the dash, G-wagon is so fly\nNumber one don't tangle and twist it\n\nWhen they come to these cars I am that nigga\nThe k-uh, k-uh-Coogi with the matchin' interior\nThree wheel ride with the tire in the middle\nIt's Fresh and Stunna, and we like brothers\nWe shine like paint daddy, it's our summer\n\nGator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits\nAin't got no job, but I stay sharp\nCan't pay my rent, 'cause all my money's spent\nBut that's okay, 'cause I'm still fly\n\nGot a quarter tank of gas in my new E class\nBut that's alright, 'cause I'm gon' ride\nGot everything in my momma name\nBut I'm hood rich, na-na-na-na...\n\nHave you ever seen a crocodile seats in the truck?\nTurn around sit it down and let 'em bite your butt\nSee the steering wheel is Fendi, dashboard Armani\nWith your baby momma player is where you can find me\n\nPushin' through the parking lot on twenty fours\nCadillac Escalade with the chromed out nose\nWith an navigation arrow headed straight to your spot\nWhere your wife really love me cause the sex is so hot\n\nPut the Caddy up, start the three wheel Benz (Skrrt)\nHyper white lights, ultra-violet lens\nSuma-tuma tires and they gotta be run flat\nTV where the horn go, \"Boy can you top that?\"\n\nI'ma show you some shit rookie press that button\nThe trunk went ah-ah and all of a sudden\nFour fifteen's didn't see no wires\nAnd then I heard (boom!) from the amplifiers\n\nGator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits\nAin't got no job, but I stay sharp\nCan't pay my rent, 'cause all my money's spent\nBut that's okay, 'cause I'm still fly\n\nGot a quarter tank of gas in my new E class\nBut that's alright, 'cause I'm gon' ride\nGot everything in my momma name\nBut I'm hood rich, na-na-na-na...\n\nLemme slide in the Benz (Shit) with the fished out fins\nImpala loud pipes, drinkin' the Henn'\nIt's the Birdie-Birdie Man I'll do it again\nIn a Cadillac truck twenty-fours with tens\n\nLooking at my Gucci it's about that time\nSix bad broads flying in at nine\nNew Suburban Truck with the porno showing\nUp and down and up they go and\n\nBodies on the Roadster Lexus you know what?\nThat hard-top beamer (ay, ay) yo Ma', that's your truck\nI'm comin' up, the hood been lovely\nNew shoes on the whip and I wake up to bubbly (bubbly)\n\nFour-thirty Lex with the convertible top\nAnd the rims keeps spinning every time I stop\nGot a superman Benz that I scored from Shaq\nWith a ol' school Caddy with a \"diamond in the back\"\n\nGator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits\nAin't got no job, but I stay sharp\nCan't pay my rent, 'cause all my money's spent\nBut that's okay, 'cause I'm Still Fly\n\nGot a quarter tank of gas in my new E class\nBut that's alright, 'cause I'm gon' ride\nGot everything in my momma name\nBut I'm hood rich, na-na-na-na\nNumba one stunna, pimp, ain't it fresh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Still Fly\n  artist: Big Tymers\n  album: Big Tymers\n  duration_ms: 264000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Whassup Fresh? It's our turn, baby\n\n  Gator boots (Gator boots)\n  With the pimped out Gucci suits (With them Gucci suits)\n  Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp (I stay sharp)\n  Can't pay my rent (I can't pay my rent)\n\n  'Cause all my money's spent (Mmm hmm)\n  But that's okay, 'cause I'm still fly (Damn 'cause I'm so fly)\n  Got a quarter tank of gas\n  In my new E class (In my E-Class Benz)\n\n  But that's alright, cause I'm gon' ride\n  Got everything (We got everything)\n  In my momma name (In my momma name)\n  But I'm hood rich (Uh huh) na-na-na-na...\n\n  Get your k-uh, k-uh-car, play gems gone shine\n  And make sure mom get a mink\n  Baby girl let's ride (Let's ride)\n  You a number one stunna, and we gon' glide\n\n  And go straight to the mall and tear down the inside\n  Do that Prada, Gucci, full length leather (Leather)\n  Bourbon's cool or Coogi sweater (Sweater)\n  Twenty-inches pop my feather\n\n  The Birdman dad I fly in any weather\n  Alligator seats with the head in the inside\n  Swine on the dash, G-wagon is so fly\n  Number one don't tangle and twist it\n\n  When they come to these cars I am that nigga\n  The k-uh, k-uh-Coogi with the matchin' interior\n  Three wheel ride with the tire in the middle\n  It's Fresh and Stunna, and we like brothers\n  We shine like paint daddy, it's our summer\n\n  Gator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits\n  Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp\n  Can't pay my rent, 'cause all my money's spent\n  But that's okay, 'cause I'm still fly\n\n  Got a quarter tank of gas in my new E class\n  But that's alright, 'cause I'm gon' ride\n  Got everything in my momma name\n  But I'm hood rich, na-na-na-na...\n\n  Have you ever seen a crocodile seats in the truck?\n  Turn around sit it down and let 'em bite your butt\n  See the steering wheel is Fendi, dashboard Armani\n  With your baby momma player is where you can find me\n\n  Pushin' through the parking lot on twenty fours\n  Cadillac Escalade with the chromed out nose\n  With an navigation arrow headed straight to your spot\n  Where your wife really love me cause the sex is so hot\n\n  Put the Caddy up, start the three wheel Benz (Skrrt)\n  Hyper white lights, ultra-violet lens\n  Suma-tuma tires and they gotta be run flat\n  TV where the horn go, \"Boy can you top that?\"\n\n  I'ma show you some shit rookie press that button\n  The trunk went ah-ah and all of a sudden\n  Four fifteen's didn't see no wires\n  And then I heard (boom!) from the amplifiers\n\n  Gator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits\n  Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp\n  Can't pay my rent, 'cause all my money's spent\n  But that's okay, 'cause I'm still fly\n\n  Got a quarter tank of gas in my new E class\n  But that's alright, 'cause I'm gon' ride\n  Got everything in my momma name\n  But I'm hood rich, na-na-na-na...\n\n  Lemme slide in the Benz (Shit) with the fished out fins\n  Impala loud pipes, drinkin' the Henn'\n  It's the Birdie-Birdie Man I'll do it again\n  In a Cadillac truck twenty-fours with tens\n\n  Looking at my Gucci it's about that time\n  Six bad broads flying in at nine\n  New Suburban Truck with the porno showing\n  Up and down and up they go and\n\n  Bodies on the Roadster Lexus you know what?\n  That hard-top beamer (ay, ay) yo Ma', that's your truck\n  I'm comin' up, the hood been lovely\n  New shoes on the whip and I wake up to bubbly (bubbly)\n\n  Four-thirty Lex with the convertible top\n  And the rims keeps spinning every time I stop\n  Got a superman Benz that I scored from Shaq\n  With a ol' school Caddy with a \"diamond in the back\"\n\n  Gator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits\n  Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp\n  Can't pay my rent, 'cause all my money's spent\n  But that's okay, 'cause I'm Still Fly\n\n  Got a quarter tank of gas in my new E class\n  But that's alright, 'cause I'm gon' ride\n  Got everything in my momma name\n  But I'm hood rich, na-na-na-na\n  Numba one stunna, pimp, ain't it fresh\n"},{"id":20580395,"name":"We Can Smoke - Big Tymers & TQ","trackName":"We Can Smoke - Big Tymers & TQ","artistName":"Big Tymers","albumName":"Big Money Heavyweight","duration":288.365714,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[TQ]\nWe can smoke\nUh-huh\nYeah, yeah\nSmokin' smokin'\nSmokin' smokin'\n\n[TQ]\nWe can smoke (we can smoke)\nWe can drink (we can drink)\nWe can freak the night away (smokin' smokin')\nCan we freak the night away?\nCan we smoke? (Can we smoke?)\nLet's drink (Let's drink)\nWe gone stunt the night away\nBlow blunts around the way\n\n[Baby]\nMa, you can shine with a nigga\nIf you grind with a nigga\nSpend time with yo nigga, mama\nWhoa, you can ride with a nigga\nGet fly with a nigga\nGet high with yo nigga, mama\nWhoa, we can blaze the haze\nDay to day in the hood\nThat's what's up\nWhodie, we can tow the K (?)\nGo around the way\nJumping out the brand new truck\nWhodie, situation getting sticky\nNigga blowing on his sticky\nSex, weed and a twist-up\nYeah, I'm in the hood with the metal\nCause I'm good with the ghetto\nNigga playing get f**ked up\nYeah, we live the gumbo lives\nIt's high in spite (?)\nWe struggled, but we came up\nGo, you can look in my eyes\nSee G's for life\nTalking money\nBring my name up\n\n[TQ - Chorus]\nWe can smoke (we can smoke)\nWe can drink (we can drink)\nWe can freak the night away (freak the night away)\nCan we freak the night away?\nCan we smoke? (Can we smoke?)\nLet's drink (Let's drink)\nWe gone stunt the night away (stunt the night away)\nBlow blunts around the way (blunts around the way)\n\nWe can smoke the best weed\nWe can drink the good Cognac (Cognac)\nWe can do it in my Cadillac (my Cadillac)\nCome and smoke with me (come and smoke with me)\nSee I got that purple haze (purple haze)\nAnd it's time for us to blaze\nCan we smoke?\n\n[Mannie Fresh]\nShazzam, damn, a bag of weed\nA cup of Cognac and a couple of seeds\nTwo hot strippers coming out they zippers\nWe some pimps dude\nWe don't tip them, they tip us\nI got my smoking jacket on\n10 feet long\nInhale, exhale, that shit gone\nIf you ain't got what I'm drinking\nThen I'm drinking what ya got\nHey, keep them bitches coming cause I drink a lot\nI'm a gulp like a fish\n\nYou want some of this?\nWe can have sex, but you can't have a kiss\nShe said what's next\nYour ever did x?\nEx-girlfriend now I'm cashing your checks\nWe can jump in the coup\nTake a ride by Snoop\nHe got a lot of weed, you can f- like soup\nYou can smoke, you can drink\nTill your lips turn pink\nTill you pass out, ass out\nFull of that dank\n\n[TQ - Chorus]\nWe can smoke (we can smoke)\nWe can drink (we can drink)\nWe can freak the night away (freak the night away)\nCan we freak the night away? (Can we freak the night away?)\nCan we smoke? (Can we smoke?)\nLet's drink (Let's drink)\nWe gone stunt the night away (can we stunt the night away?)\nBlow blunts around the way (blow blunts around the way)\n\nWe can smoke the best weed (We can smoke the best weed)\nWe can drink the good Cognac (Cognac)\nWe can do it in my Cadillac (my Cadillac)\nCome and smoke with me (come and smoke with me)\nSee I got that purple haze (purple haze)\nAnd it's time for us to blaze\nCan we smoke?\n\n[Baby]\nWhoa, we got that golden leaves rolled\nWith the weed in the middle\nDro stuck to the window blowing\nWhoa, nigga feeling real good\nHe high as he could\nNigga f**ked around and blew up\nWhoa, we gotta mix it right\nThe grey goose fired\nThe blender with the fruit ice\nYeah, nigga look at my life\nAnd see what's inside\nYou f**k around and blow up\nWhoa, then we blaze and blaze\nRound the way\nWe keep both guns tucked, biatch\nWe read the play\nAround the way\nFor the people coming full up\nWhoa, nigga pump your brakes\nYou're from the state\nNigga know how we came up\nNigga plead the plate\nFrom state to state\nCooking cakes so niggas blow up\n\n[TQ - Chorus]\nWe can smoke (we can smoke)\nWe can drink (Smokin' smokin')\nWe can freak the night away (freak the night away)\nCan we freak the night away? (Can we freak the night away?)\nCan we smoke? (Can we smoke?)\nLet's drink (Let's drink)\nWe gone stunt the night away (stunt the night away)\nBlow blunts around the way (Smokin' smokin')\n\nWe can smoke the best weed (the best weed)\nWe can drink the good Cognac (Cognac)\nWe can do it in my Cadillac (my Cadillac)\nCome and smoke with me (Smokin' smokin' smokin')\nSee I got that purple haze (Smokin' smokin' smokin')\nAnd it's time for us to blaze\n\n[Baby - ad lib to fade]","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.87] [TQ]\n[00:04.40] We can smoke\n[00:04.60] Uh-huh\n[00:05.19] Yeah, yeah\n[00:05.62] Smokin' smokin'\n[00:06.43] Smokin' smokin'\n[00:08.68] [TQ]\n[00:09.35] We can smoke (we can smoke)\n[00:11.34] We can drink (we can drink)\n[00:14.00] We can freak the night away (smokin' smokin')\n[00:16.79] Can we freak the night away?\n[00:18.82] Can we smoke? (Can we smoke?)\n[00:20.98] Let's drink (Let's drink)\n[00:23.55] We gone stunt the night away\n[00:26.02] Blow blunts around the way\n[00:29.11] [Baby]\n[00:29.92] Ma, you can shine with a nigga\n[00:31.19] If you grind with a nigga\n[00:32.17] Spend time with yo nigga, mama\n[00:33.45] Whoa, you can ride with a nigga\n[00:35.64] Get fly with a nigga\n[00:36.71] Get high with yo nigga, mama\n[00:38.35] Whoa, we can blaze the haze\n[00:40.50] Day to day in the hood\n[00:41.98] That's what's up\n[00:43.76] Whodie, we can tow the K (?)\n[00:45.08] Go around the way\n[00:47.94] Jumping out the brand new truck\n[00:48.78] Whodie, situation getting sticky\n[00:50.12] Nigga blowing on his sticky\n[00:51.35] Sex, weed and a twist-up\n[00:53.06] Yeah, I'm in the hood with the metal\n[00:54.81] Cause I'm good with the ghetto\n[00:56.05] Nigga playing get f**ked up\n[00:57.65] Yeah, we live the gumbo lives\n[00:59.43] It's high in spite (?)\n[01:01.08] We struggled, but we came up\n[01:02.34] Go, you can look in my eyes\n[01:04.39] See G's for life\n[01:05.72] Talking money\n[01:06.54] Bring my name up\n[01:07.28] [TQ - Chorus]\n[01:08.65] We can smoke (we can smoke)\n[01:09.33] We can drink (we can drink)\n[01:11.53] We can freak the night away (freak the night away)\n[01:14.18] Can we freak the night away?\n[01:16.25] Can we smoke? (Can we smoke?)\n[01:18.55] Let's drink (Let's drink)\n[01:20.97] We gone stunt the night away (stunt the night away)\n[01:23.82] Blow blunts around the way (blunts around the way)\n[01:26.11] We can smoke the best weed\n[01:29.51] We can drink the good Cognac (Cognac)\n[01:33.44] We can do it in my Cadillac (my Cadillac)\n[01:35.76] Come and smoke with me (come and smoke with me)\n[01:39.72] See I got that purple haze (purple haze)\n[01:43.22] And it's time for us to blaze\n[01:45.83] Can we smoke?\n[01:46.71] [Mannie Fresh]\n[01:47.27] Shazzam, damn, a bag of weed\n[01:48.12] A cup of Cognac and a couple of seeds\n[01:50.33] Two hot strippers coming out they zippers\n[01:52.73] We some pimps dude\n[01:53.88] We don't tip them, they tip us\n[01:55.35] I got my smoking jacket on\n[01:56.29] 10 feet long\n[01:57.54] Inhale, exhale, that shit gone\n[02:01.19] If you ain't got what I'm drinking\n[02:02.47] Then I'm drinking what ya got\n[02:02.98] Hey, keep them bitches coming cause I drink a lot\n[02:04.78] I'm a gulp like a fish\n[02:05.80] You want some of this?\n[02:07.23] We can have sex, but you can't have a kiss\n[02:08.67] She said what's next\n[02:10.66] Your ever did x?\n[02:12.06] Ex-girlfriend now I'm cashing your checks\n[02:13.91] We can jump in the coup\n[02:15.44] Take a ride by Snoop\n[02:16.62] He got a lot of weed, you can f- like soup\n[02:18.07] You can smoke, you can drink\n[02:20.21] Till your lips turn pink\n[02:21.65] Till you pass out, ass out\n[02:22.89] Full of that dank\n[02:23.73] [TQ - Chorus]\n[02:24.29] We can smoke (we can smoke)\n[02:25.85] We can drink (we can drink)\n[02:28.56] We can freak the night away (freak the night away)\n[02:30.81] Can we freak the night away? (Can we freak the night away?)\n[02:33.08] Can we smoke? (Can we smoke?)\n[02:34.97] Let's drink (Let's drink)\n[02:36.90] We gone stunt the night away (can we stunt the night away?)\n[02:39.61] Blow blunts around the way (blow blunts around the way)\n[02:42.40] We can smoke the best weed (We can smoke the best weed)\n[02:48.32] We can drink the good Cognac (Cognac)\n[02:50.79] We can do it in my Cadillac (my Cadillac)\n[02:53.36] Come and smoke with me (come and smoke with me)\n[02:56.22] See I got that purple haze (purple haze)\n[02:58.53] And it's time for us to blaze\n[03:02.45] Can we smoke?\n[03:03.20] [Baby]\n[03:03.81] Whoa, we got that golden leaves rolled\n[03:04.64] With the weed in the middle\n[03:05.80] Dro stuck to the window blowing\n[03:07.84] Whoa, nigga feeling real good\n[03:09.42] He high as he could\n[03:10.67] Nigga f**ked around and blew up\n[03:12.71] Whoa, we gotta mix it right\n[03:14.53] The grey goose fired\n[03:15.62] The blender with the fruit ice\n[03:17.43] Yeah, nigga look at my life\n[03:19.21] And see what's inside\n[03:20.54] You f**k around and blow up\n[03:22.38] Whoa, then we blaze and blaze\n[03:23.90] Round the way\n[03:25.08] We keep both guns tucked, biatch\n[03:27.38] We read the play\n[03:28.75] Around the way\n[03:29.94] For the people coming full up\n[03:31.59] Whoa, nigga pump your brakes\n[03:33.44] You're from the state\n[03:34.81] Nigga know how we came up\n[03:36.49] Nigga plead the plate\n[03:38.65] From state to state\n[03:39.82] Cooking cakes so niggas blow up\n[03:41.22] [TQ - Chorus]\n[03:41.74] We can smoke (we can smoke)\n[03:42.78] We can drink (Smokin' smokin')\n[03:44.84] We can freak the night away (freak the night away)\n[03:47.08] Can we freak the night away? (Can we freak the night away?)\n[03:49.84] Can we smoke? (Can we smoke?)\n[03:52.24] Let's drink (Let's drink)\n[03:54.79] We gone stunt the night away (stunt the night away)\n[03:57.39] Blow blunts around the way (Smokin' smokin')\n[03:59.25] We can smoke the best weed (the best weed)\n[04:04.94] We can drink the good Cognac (Cognac)\n[04:07.01] We can do it in my Cadillac (my Cadillac)\n[04:09.33] Come and smoke with me (Smokin' smokin' smokin')\n[04:12.56] See I got that purple haze (Smokin' smokin' smokin')\n[04:16.95] And it's time for us to blaze\n[04:19.65] [Baby - ad lib to fade]\n[04:22.40] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: We Can Smoke - Big Tymers & TQ\n  artist: Big Tymers\n  album: Big Money Heavyweight\n  duration_ms: 288366\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[TQ]'\n  start_ms: 3870\n  end_ms: 4400\n- text: We can smoke\n  start_ms: 4400\n  end_ms: 4600\n- text: Uh-huh\n  start_ms: 4600\n  end_ms: 5190\n- text: Yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 5190\n  end_ms: 5620\n- text: Smokin' smokin'\n  start_ms: 5620\n  end_ms: 6430\n- text: Smokin' smokin'\n  start_ms: 6430\n  end_ms: 8680\n- text: '[TQ]'\n  start_ms: 8680\n  end_ms: 9350\n- text: We can smoke (we can smoke)\n  start_ms: 9350\n  end_ms: 11340\n- text: We can drink (we can drink)\n  start_ms: 11340\n  end_ms: 14000\n- text: We can freak the night away (smokin' smokin')\n  start_ms: 14000\n  end_ms: 16790\n- text: Can we freak the night away?\n  start_ms: 16790\n  end_ms: 18820\n- text: Can we smoke? 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(Can we smoke?)\n  Let's drink (Let's drink)\n  We gone stunt the night away\n  Blow blunts around the way\n\n  [Baby]\n  Ma, you can shine with a nigga\n  If you grind with a nigga\n  Spend time with yo nigga, mama\n  Whoa, you can ride with a nigga\n  Get fly with a nigga\n  Get high with yo nigga, mama\n  Whoa, we can blaze the haze\n  Day to day in the hood\n  That's what's up\n  Whodie, we can tow the K (?)\n  Go around the way\n  Jumping out the brand new truck\n  Whodie, situation getting sticky\n  Nigga blowing on his sticky\n  Sex, weed and a twist-up\n  Yeah, I'm in the hood with the metal\n  Cause I'm good with the ghetto\n  Nigga playing get f**ked up\n  Yeah, we live the gumbo lives\n  It's high in spite (?)\n  We struggled, but we came up\n  Go, you can look in my eyes\n  See G's for life\n  Talking money\n  Bring my name up\n\n  [TQ - Chorus]\n  We can smoke (we can smoke)\n  We can drink (we can drink)\n  We can freak the night away (freak the night away)\n  Can we freak the night away?\n  Can we smoke? (Can we smoke?)\n  Let's drink (Let's drink)\n  We gone stunt the night away (stunt the night away)\n  Blow blunts around the way (blunts around the way)\n\n  We can smoke the best weed\n  We can drink the good Cognac (Cognac)\n  We can do it in my Cadillac (my Cadillac)\n  Come and smoke with me (come and smoke with me)\n  See I got that purple haze (purple haze)\n  And it's time for us to blaze\n  Can we smoke?\n\n  [Mannie Fresh]\n  Shazzam, damn, a bag of weed\n  A cup of Cognac and a couple of seeds\n  Two hot strippers coming out they zippers\n  We some pimps dude\n  We don't tip them, they tip us\n  I got my smoking jacket on\n  10 feet long\n  Inhale, exhale, that shit gone\n  If you ain't got what I'm drinking\n  Then I'm drinking what ya got\n  Hey, keep them bitches coming cause I drink a lot\n  I'm a gulp like a fish\n\n  You want some of this?\n  We can have sex, but you can't have a kiss\n  She said what's next\n  Your ever did x?\n  Ex-girlfriend now I'm cashing your checks\n  We can jump in the coup\n  Take a ride by Snoop\n  He got a lot of weed, you can f- like soup\n  You can smoke, you can drink\n  Till your lips turn pink\n  Till you pass out, ass out\n  Full of that dank\n\n  [TQ - Chorus]\n  We can smoke (we can smoke)\n  We can drink (we can drink)\n  We can freak the night away (freak the night away)\n  Can we freak the night away? (Can we freak the night away?)\n  Can we smoke? (Can we smoke?)\n  Let's drink (Let's drink)\n  We gone stunt the night away (can we stunt the night away?)\n  Blow blunts around the way (blow blunts around the way)\n\n  We can smoke the best weed (We can smoke the best weed)\n  We can drink the good Cognac (Cognac)\n  We can do it in my Cadillac (my Cadillac)\n  Come and smoke with me (come and smoke with me)\n  See I got that purple haze (purple haze)\n  And it's time for us to blaze\n  Can we smoke?\n\n  [Baby]\n  Whoa, we got that golden leaves rolled\n  With the weed in the middle\n  Dro stuck to the window blowing\n  Whoa, nigga feeling real good\n  He high as he could\n  Nigga f**ked around and blew up\n  Whoa, we gotta mix it right\n  The grey goose fired\n  The blender with the fruit ice\n  Yeah, nigga look at my life\n  And see what's inside\n  You f**k around and blow up\n  Whoa, then we blaze and blaze\n  Round the way\n  We keep both guns tucked, biatch\n  We read the play\n  Around the way\n  For the people coming full up\n  Whoa, nigga pump your brakes\n  You're from the state\n  Nigga know how we came up\n  Nigga plead the plate\n  From state to state\n  Cooking cakes so niggas blow up\n\n  [TQ - Chorus]\n  We can smoke (we can smoke)\n  We can drink (Smokin' smokin')\n  We can freak the night away (freak the night away)\n  Can we freak the night away? (Can we freak the night away?)\n  Can we smoke? (Can we smoke?)\n  Let's drink (Let's drink)\n  We gone stunt the night away (stunt the night away)\n  Blow blunts around the way (Smokin' smokin')\n\n  We can smoke the best weed (the best weed)\n  We can drink the good Cognac (Cognac)\n  We can do it in my Cadillac (my Cadillac)\n  Come and smoke with me (Smokin' smokin' smokin')\n  See I got that purple haze (Smokin' smokin' smokin')\n  And it's time for us to blaze\n\n  [Baby - ad lib to fade]\n"},{"id":22095175,"name":"Got Everything - Big Tymers feat. Tateeze","trackName":"Got Everything - Big Tymers feat. 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And where you been?\nAnd what's your angle? 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on, what\n\nEverybody get your roll on\nEverybody getcha motherfuckin' roll on, what\nEverybody get your roll on\nEverybody getcha motherfuckin' roll on, what\nEverybody get your roll on\nEverybody getcha motherfuckin' roll on, what\n\nWhat, what, what, what...","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.67] Ooh, what, what, what, ooh, yeah\n[00:11.85] I fuck these hoes after our shows\n[00:17.39] Big dicks we slang, freak bitch, do ya thang\n[00:21.13] (Do yo thang)\n[00:22.67] Benz, Vest, Hummers, Jets\n[00:25.06] Rolex, Mosettes, television head rest\n[00:30.25] Twenty inches, nothin' less\n[00:33.33] Everyday iced out\n[00:36.05] Nigga play lights out\n[00:38.74] M period fresh hammer\n[00:41.40] Yo wife is my baby mama\n[00:44.16] Goddamn motherfucker\n[00:46.77] She's uh, good dick sucker\n[00:49.51] What the fuck, hold on everybody\n[00:53.08] Get yo' roll on\n[00:54.55] Everybody get your roll on\n[00:56.91] Everybody getcha motherfuckin' roll on, what\n[01:00.23] Everybody get your roll 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What? (Shi') what?\n\nWhat? What? What you, what you mean, what?\nWhat? What? What? 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What? (Shi') what?\n[00:13.22] What? What? What you, what you mean, what?\n[00:19.75] What? What? What? 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the gangsta girls shake it and they all smell good\nLived this legendary pimp (pimp) by the name of Fresh\nFix hair, fix nails, fix toes, fix breast\nBut one chick super sick, make every nigga grab his stick\nHeart pound up and down, when she goin' round and round\nDo the Snake, stop and shake, bottom like an earthquake\nI can't wait to meet her uh, undress her, fuck her up\nNow we leavin' from the club, and she let me cop a rub\nCan't believe she choose me\nFeelin On Her Booty\nI'm about to cut like knives, strokin' mami with some ice,\nTakin' me to paradise, I nut once, she nut twice\nSex in cities, rubbin' titties, that's how I get it\nOne more 'gain, with her friend, playa that's how I hit it\nNow we grippin', grabbin', pullin', stabbin' (what is your name?)\nIt's Hypnotiq how I got it, but I'ma glad that you came\n\nYou can catch me in the club with a gangsta girl\nWhen I ride, I'm gonna ride with a gangsta girl\nWhen I smoke, I'm gonna smoke with a gangsta girl\nWhen I freak, I'm 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gangsta girl\n  When I smoke, I'm gonna smoke with a gangsta girl\n  When I freak, I'm gonna freak me a gangsta\n\n  I'm lookin' for them gangsta girls, not them fake ass Wanksta girls\n\n  Just them ghetto fabulous girls, gotta keep 'em in my world\n  Mama makin gangsta moves, rollin with this gangsta dudes\n\n  Sittin' on, spinnin' 24's, openin' up Bentley doors\n  Drunk at the party,\n\n  Hands up in the air but still she sexy when she shake her body\n\n  That type of chick that says hey girl, let's go to the after party\n\n  After that we go to my room for the after, after party\n  Y'all know what happens next,\n  Hypnotiq and a rated X, got her singin' the greatest sex\n  Now on dubs, rollin' up, into the club, raisin' 'em up\n  Now we in the back, blazin' 'em up, dice in hand, shakin 'em up\n\n  I need a chick like that to come and share my gangsta world (woo)\n  And if you in the club with hands up, you can gangsta girl\n\n  You can catch me in the club with a gangsta girl\n  When I ride, I'm gonna ride with a gangsta girl\n  When I smoke, I'm gonna smoke with a gangsta girl\n  When I freak, I'm gonna freak me a gangsta\n\n  Ok, mami your so gangsta cause she\n  Fuck with nothin' but gangsta (gangsta)\n  Type a nigga that a stank a gangsta\n  Drink Hypnotiq and she roll big body,\n  And she got a body, that is gangsta hottie\n  And she fuck with nothin' but gangstas that\n  Is 'ol 'ol G 'ol G, 24's on that brand new G\n  At a gangsta party,\n  She'll be drinkin' Bacardi,\n  And she pops her body, don't you hurt nobody\n  Got my killers in here,\n  They'll squirt somebody, but that Benz so fast, it'll jerk your body\n  And we smokin' that Cali dro, totin' that Calico\n  Bird man and Kelly mami, let your body roll\n  No one will never know, what happen behind the door\n  I like it fast or slow,\n  A freaky chick fo sho Street life is\n  All I know, hustlin' and stackin' dough\n  I feel to keep it gangsta, until my cats get closed\n\n  You can catch me in the club with a gangsta girl\n  When I ride, I'm gonna ride with a gangsta girl\n  When I smoke, I'm gonna smoke with a gangsta girl\n  When I freak, I'm gonna freak me a gangsta\n\n  Once upon a time in this place called hood\n  Where the gangsta girls shake it and they all smell good\n  Lived this legendary pimp (pimp) by the name of Fresh\n  Fix hair, fix nails, fix toes, fix breast\n  But one chick super sick, make every nigga grab his stick\n  Heart pound up and down, when she goin' round and round\n  Do the Snake, stop and shake, bottom like an earthquake\n  I can't wait to meet her uh, undress her, fuck her up\n  Now we leavin' from the club, and she let me cop a rub\n  Can't believe she choose me\n  Feelin On Her Booty\n  I'm about to cut like knives, strokin' mami with some ice,\n  Takin' me to paradise, I nut once, she nut twice\n  Sex in cities, rubbin' titties, that's how I get it\n  One more 'gain, with her friend, playa that's how I hit it\n  Now we grippin', grabbin', pullin', stabbin' (what is your name?)\n  It's Hypnotiq how I got it, but I'ma glad that you came\n\n  You can catch me in the club with a gangsta girl\n  When I ride, I'm gonna ride with a gangsta girl\n  When I smoke, I'm gonna smoke with a gangsta girl\n  When I freak, I'm gonna freak me a gangsta\n\n  Slim Teresa, and Lakeisha (they some gangsta girls)\n  Tanya, Wanda, and Laneisha (they some gangsta girls)\n  'Bout fifty Kims all in Tims (gangsta girls)\n  A hundred shorties, all at parties (gangsta girls)\n  Full of drama, baby mama (she's a gangsta girl)\n  When they freakin' on the weekend (they some gangsta girls)\n  But they knowin' where they goin' (the gangsta girls)\n  Fly wheels, pay they bills (the gangsta girls)\n\n  You can catch me in the club with a gangsta girl\n  When I ride, I'm gonna ride with a gangsta girl\n  When I smoke, I'm gonna smoke with a gangsta girl\n  When I freak, I'm gonna freak me a gangsta\n"},{"id":20836237,"name":"Still Fly","trackName":"Still 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It's our turn, baby\n\nGator boots (Gator boots)\nWith the pimped out Gucci suits (With them Gucci suits)\nAin't got no job, but I stay sharp (I stay sharp)\nCan't pay my rent (I can't pay my rent)\n\n'Cause all my money's spent (Mmm hmm)\nBut that's okay, 'cause I'm still fly (Damn 'cause I'm so fly)\nGot a quarter tank of gas\nIn my new E class (In my E-Class Benz)\n\nBut that's alright, cause I'm gon' ride\nGot everything (We got everything)\nIn my momma name (In my momma name)\nBut I'm hood rich (Uh huh) na-na-na-na...\n\nGet your k-uh, k-uh-car, play gems gone shine\nAnd make sure mom get a mink\nBaby girl let's ride (Let's ride)\nYou a number one stunna, and we gon' glide\n\nAnd go straight to the mall and tear down the inside\nDo that Prada, Gucci, full length leather (Leather)\nBourbon's cool or Coogi sweater (Sweater)\nTwenty-inches pop my feather\n\nThe Birdman dad I fly in any weather\nAlligator seats with the head in the inside\nSwine on the dash, G-wagon is so fly\nNumber one don't tangle and twist it\n\nWhen they come to these cars I am that nigga\nThe k-uh, k-uh-Coogi with the matchin' interior\nThree wheel ride with the tire in the middle\nIt's Fresh and Stunna, and we like brothers\nWe shine like paint daddy, it's our summer\n\nGator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits\nAin't got no job, but I stay sharp\nCan't pay my rent, 'cause all my money's spent\nBut that's okay, 'cause I'm still fly\n\nGot a quarter tank of gas in my new E class\nBut that's alright, 'cause I'm gon' ride\nGot everything in my momma name\nBut I'm hood rich, na-na-na-na...\n\nHave you ever seen a crocodile seats in the truck?\nTurn around sit it down and let 'em bite your butt\nSee the steering wheel is Fendi, dashboard Armani\nWith your baby momma player is where you can find me\n\nPushin' through the parking lot on twenty fours\nCadillac Escalade with the chromed out nose\nWith an navigation arrow headed straight to your spot\nWhere your wife really love me cause the sex is so hot\n\nPut the Caddy up, start the three wheel Benz (Skrrt)\nHyper white lights, ultra-violet lens\nSuma-tuma tires and they gotta be run flat\nTV where the horn go, \"Boy can you top that?\"\n\nI'ma show you some shit rookie press that button\nThe trunk went ah-ah and all of a sudden\nFour fifteen's didn't see no wires\nAnd then I heard (boom!) from the amplifiers\n\nGator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits\nAin't got no job, but I stay sharp\nCan't pay my rent, 'cause all my money's spent\nBut that's okay, 'cause I'm still fly\n\nGot a quarter tank of gas in my new E class\nBut that's alright, 'cause I'm gon' ride\nGot everything in my momma name\nBut I'm hood rich, na-na-na-na...\n\nLemme slide in the Benz (Shit) with the fished out fins\nImpala loud pipes, drinkin' the Henn'\nIt's the Birdie-Birdie Man I'll do it again\nIn a Cadillac truck twenty-fours with tens\n\nLooking at my Gucci it's about that time\nSix bad broads flying in at nine\nNew Suburban Truck with the porno showing\nUp and down and up they go and\n\nBodies on the Roadster Lexus you know what?\nThat hard-top beamer (ay, ay) yo Ma', that's your truck\nI'm comin' up, the hood been lovely\nNew shoes on the whip and I wake up to bubbly (bubbly)\n\nFour-thirty Lex with the convertible top\nAnd the rims keeps spinning every time I stop\nGot a superman Benz that I scored from Shaq\nWith a ol' school Caddy with a \"diamond in the back\"\n\nGator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits\nAin't got no job, but I stay sharp\nCan't pay my rent, 'cause all my money's spent\nBut that's okay, 'cause I'm Still Fly\n\nGot a quarter tank of gas in my new E class\nBut that's alright, 'cause I'm gon' ride\nGot everything in my momma name\nBut I'm hood rich, na-na-na-na\nNumba one stunna, pimp, ain't it fresh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Still Fly\n  artist: Big Tymers\n  album: Big Tymers Videos\n  duration_ms: 265000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Whassup Fresh? It's our turn, baby\n\n  Gator boots (Gator boots)\n  With the pimped out Gucci suits (With them Gucci suits)\n  Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp (I stay sharp)\n  Can't pay my rent (I can't pay my rent)\n\n  'Cause all my money's spent (Mmm hmm)\n  But that's okay, 'cause I'm still fly (Damn 'cause I'm so fly)\n  Got a quarter tank of gas\n  In my new E class (In my E-Class Benz)\n\n  But that's alright, cause I'm gon' ride\n  Got everything (We got everything)\n  In my momma name (In my momma name)\n  But I'm hood rich (Uh huh) na-na-na-na...\n\n  Get your k-uh, k-uh-car, play gems gone shine\n  And make sure mom get a mink\n  Baby girl let's ride (Let's ride)\n  You a number one stunna, and we gon' glide\n\n  And go straight to the mall and tear down the inside\n  Do that Prada, Gucci, full length leather (Leather)\n  Bourbon's cool or Coogi sweater (Sweater)\n  Twenty-inches pop my feather\n\n  The Birdman dad I fly in any weather\n  Alligator seats with the head in the inside\n  Swine on the dash, G-wagon is so fly\n  Number one don't tangle and twist it\n\n  When they come to these cars I am that nigga\n  The k-uh, k-uh-Coogi with the matchin' interior\n  Three wheel ride with the tire in the middle\n  It's Fresh and Stunna, and we like brothers\n  We shine like paint daddy, it's our summer\n\n  Gator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits\n  Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp\n  Can't pay my rent, 'cause all my money's spent\n  But that's okay, 'cause I'm still fly\n\n  Got a quarter tank of gas in my new E class\n  But that's alright, 'cause I'm gon' ride\n  Got everything in my momma name\n  But I'm hood rich, na-na-na-na...\n\n  Have you ever seen a crocodile seats in the truck?\n  Turn around sit it down and let 'em bite your butt\n  See the steering wheel is Fendi, dashboard Armani\n  With your baby momma player is where you can find me\n\n  Pushin' through the parking lot on twenty fours\n  Cadillac Escalade with the chromed out nose\n  With an navigation arrow headed straight to your spot\n  Where your wife really love me cause the sex is so hot\n\n  Put the Caddy up, start the three wheel Benz (Skrrt)\n  Hyper white lights, ultra-violet lens\n  Suma-tuma tires and they gotta be run flat\n  TV where the horn go, \"Boy can you top that?\"\n\n  I'ma show you some shit rookie press that button\n  The trunk went ah-ah and all of a sudden\n  Four fifteen's didn't see no wires\n  And then I heard (boom!) from the amplifiers\n\n  Gator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits\n  Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp\n  Can't pay my rent, 'cause all my money's spent\n  But that's okay, 'cause I'm still fly\n\n  Got a quarter tank of gas in my new E class\n  But that's alright, 'cause I'm gon' ride\n  Got everything in my momma name\n  But I'm hood rich, na-na-na-na...\n\n  Lemme slide in the Benz (Shit) with the fished out fins\n  Impala loud pipes, drinkin' the Henn'\n  It's the Birdie-Birdie Man I'll do it again\n  In a Cadillac truck twenty-fours with tens\n\n  Looking at my Gucci it's about that time\n  Six bad broads flying in at nine\n  New Suburban Truck with the porno showing\n  Up and down and up they go and\n\n  Bodies on the Roadster Lexus you know what?\n  That hard-top beamer (ay, ay) yo Ma', that's your truck\n  I'm comin' up, the hood been lovely\n  New shoes on the whip and I wake up to bubbly (bubbly)\n\n  Four-thirty Lex with the convertible top\n  And the rims keeps spinning every time I stop\n  Got a superman Benz that I scored from Shaq\n  With a ol' school Caddy with a \"diamond in the back\"\n\n  Gator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits\n  Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp\n  Can't pay my rent, 'cause all my money's spent\n  But that's okay, 'cause I'm Still Fly\n\n  Got a quarter tank of gas in my new E class\n  But that's alright, 'cause I'm gon' ride\n  Got everything in my momma name\n  But I'm hood rich, na-na-na-na\n  Numba one stunna, pimp, ain't it fresh\n"},{"id":28575255,"name":"Oh Yeah","trackName":"Oh Yeah","artistName":"Big Tymers","albumName":"Other Big Tymers","duration":294.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Manny Fresh)\nYeah, mmm hmmm\nThis one goes out to all the pretty young ladies out there\nin pretty young lady land mmm hmmm see what I'm sayin\nI want you to just peep over your shoulders hunny... ya see\n\n(Manny Fresh)\nNow lets get it understood (Oh Yeah)\nThat I'm treat her real good (Oh Yeah)\nAnd I'm a love her all my life (Oh Yeah)\nAnd keep her flooded with ice (Oh Yeah)\nNow just take my hand (Oh Yeah)\nYou'se my woman I'm your man (Oh Yeah)\nNow you the one that I done chose (Oh Yeah)\nAnd I don't love them other hoes (Oh Yeah)\nNow make them niggas understand (Oh Yeah)\nYou already got a man (Oh Yeah)\nYou need a player that's strong (Oh Yeah)\nAnd that'll never do you wrong (Oh Yeah)\nAnd if them boys try to touch (Oh Yeah)\nYou should kick them in the nuts (Oh Yeah)\nCause them tittys just right (Oh Yeah)\nMake a player wanna bite (Oh Yeah)\nCause I'm your one and only lover (Oh Yeah)\nAnd we don' have to use a rubber (Oh Yeah)\nNow look what we done did (Oh yeah)\nMessed around and had some kids (Oh Yeah)\n\n(Chorus)\nDADDIE... You make me feel like a star\nOh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah\nDADDIE... Can I get the keys to the car?\nOh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah\nYou rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you\nDADDIE it's what ever you wanna do\nYou rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you\nDADDIE it's what ever you wanna do\nYou rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you\nDADDIE it's what ever you wanna do\nYou rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you\nDADDIE it's what ever you wanna do\n\n(Baby)\n(Ey, Ey, Ey)\nI got swine on the seats (Oh Yeah)\n24's on the fleet (Oh Yeah) (Lil Ones)\nLets thump in my ride (Oh Yeah)\nAnd mommy stay fly (Oh Yeah)\nBoy I'm the neighborhood king (Oh Yeah)\nY'all know it I'm the car show king (Oh Yeah)\nI mean I say ya love my style (Oh Yeah)\nI throw partys buck wild (Oh Yeah)\nDaddy I'm the number 1 stunna (Oh Yeah)\nAnd I shine every summa (Oh Yeah)\nBoy know I have to change my paint (Oh Yeah)\nCuz that stock shit stank (Oh Yeah)\nEy, Ey, Re-do the inside (Oh Yeah)\n25 inch rims an' tires (Oh Yeah)\nI keep them strapped and shy (Oh Yeah)\nNew Benz cause mommy so fly (Oh Yeah)\n\n(Chorus)\nDADDIE... You make me feel like a star\nOh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah\nDADDIE... Can I get the keys to the car?\nOh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah\nYou rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you\nDADDIE it's what ever you wanna do\nYou rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you\nDADDIE it's what ever you wanna do\nYou rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you\n(Big Tymers, Boo and Gotti alright?)\nDADDIE it's what ever you wanna do\nYou rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you (hello, shy-town)\nDADDIE it's what ever you wanna do\n\n(Gotti)\nDude if it's blue it get copped (Oh Yeah)\nFrom the drops to the watch to the rocks (Oh Yeah)\nWhoa that glock gettin hot (Oh Yeah)\nGot dough so I'm coppin that yaht (Oh Yeah)\nNow I'm frozen like and ice box (Oh Yeah)\nBrotha Jacks and the Jordan, Mike hot (Oh Yeah)\nAnd I'm still street my pop (Oh Yeah)\nIf I'm ever in a tight spot (Oh Yeah)\n\n(Boo)\nYeah I'm rollin with the flyers (Oh Yeah)\nJust back seat ridin' (Oh Yeah)\nYou know biggie d drivin' (Oh Yeah)\nWit two freaks inside it (Oh Yeah)\nSo we with the Big Tymers (Oh Yeah)\nYou betta' warn your baby momma'(Oh Yeah)\nCause Boo and Gotti causin' problems (Oh Yeah)\nSo Just back up off us (Oh Yeah)\n(Chorus until fade)","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.89] (Manny Fresh)\n[00:04.79] Yeah, mmm hmmm\n[00:06.59] This one goes out to all the pretty young ladies out there\n[00:10.12] in pretty young lady land mmm hmmm see what I'm sayin\n[00:12.83] I want you to just peep over your shoulders hunny... ya see\n[00:18.28] (Manny Fresh)\n[00:19.15] Now lets get it understood (Oh Yeah)\n[00:20.94] That I'm treat her real good (Oh Yeah)\n[00:23.60] And I'm a love her all my life (Oh Yeah)\n[00:26.49] And keep her flooded with ice (Oh Yeah)\n[00:29.12] Now just take my hand (Oh Yeah)\n[00:30.98] You'se my woman I'm your man (Oh Yeah)\n[00:33.66] Now you the one that I done chose (Oh Yeah)\n[00:36.32] And I don't love them other hoes (Oh Yeah)\n[00:38.12] Now make them niggas understand (Oh Yeah)\n[00:40.82] You already got a man (Oh Yeah)\n[00:43.59] You need a player that's strong (Oh Yeah)\n[00:46.27] And that'll never do you wrong (Oh Yeah)\n[00:48.05] And if them boys try to touch (Oh Yeah)\n[00:50.74] You should kick them in the nuts (Oh Yeah)\n[00:53.41] Cause them tittys just right (Oh Yeah)\n[00:56.15] Make a player wanna bite (Oh Yeah)\n[00:58.80] Cause I'm your one and only lover (Oh Yeah)\n[01:00.68] And we don' have to use a rubber (Oh Yeah)\n[01:03.46] Now look what we done did (Oh yeah)\n[01:05.28] Messed around and had some kids (Oh Yeah)\n[01:07.94] (Chorus)\n[01:08.88] DADDIE... You make me feel like a star\n[01:14.22] Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah\n[01:17.85] DADDIE... Can I get the keys to the car?\n[01:24.16] Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah\n[01:27.71] You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you\n[01:30.45] DADDIE it's what ever you wanna do\n[01:33.15] You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you\n[01:34.93] DADDIE it's what ever you wanna do\n[01:37.68] You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you\n[01:40.44] DADDIE it's what ever you wanna do\n[01:43.19] You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you\n[01:45.82] DADDIE it's what ever you wanna do\n[01:47.64] (Baby)\n[01:48.58] (Ey, Ey, Ey)\n[01:49.45] I got swine on the seats (Oh Yeah)\n[01:50.33] 24's on the fleet (Oh Yeah) (Lil Ones)\n[01:52.13] Lets thump in my ride (Oh Yeah)\n[01:54.88] And mommy stay fly (Oh Yeah)\n[01:56.65] Boy I'm the neighborhood king (Oh Yeah)\n[01:58.45] Y'all know it I'm the car show king (Oh Yeah)\n[02:01.17] I mean I say ya love my style (Oh Yeah)\n[02:03.82] I throw partys buck wild (Oh Yeah)\n[02:06.51] Daddy I'm the number 1 stunna (Oh Yeah)\n[02:09.21] And I shine every summa (Oh Yeah)\n[02:11.94] Boy know I have to change my paint (Oh Yeah)\n[02:12.87] Cuz that stock shit stank (Oh Yeah)\n[02:16.52] Ey, Ey, Re-do the inside (Oh Yeah)\n[02:19.22] 25 inch rims an' tires (Oh Yeah)\n[02:21.03] I keep them strapped and shy (Oh Yeah)\n[02:23.71] New Benz cause mommy so fly (Oh Yeah)\n[02:25.57] (Chorus)\n[02:27.32] DADDIE... You make me feel like a star\n[02:32.73] Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah\n[02:36.33] DADDIE... Can I get the keys to the car?\n[02:42.69] Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah\n[02:46.25] You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you\n[02:48.99] DADDIE it's what ever you wanna do\n[02:51.64] You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you\n[02:53.59] DADDIE it's what ever you wanna do\n[02:56.27] You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you\n[02:58.98] (Big Tymers, Boo and Gotti alright?)\n[03:00.78] DADDIE it's what ever you wanna do\n[03:01.60] You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you (hello, shy-town)\n[03:03.43] DADDIE it's what ever you wanna do\n[03:05.27] (Gotti)\n[03:07.06] Dude if it's blue it get copped (Oh Yeah)\n[03:07.96] From the drops to the watch to the rocks (Oh Yeah)\n[03:09.71] Whoa that glock gettin hot (Oh Yeah)\n[03:12.44] Got dough so I'm coppin that yaht (Oh Yeah)\n[03:14.22] Now I'm frozen like and ice box (Oh Yeah)\n[03:16.97] Brotha Jacks and the Jordan, Mike hot (Oh Yeah)\n[03:19.61] And I'm still street my pop (Oh Yeah)\n[03:22.35] If I'm ever in a tight spot (Oh Yeah)\n[03:24.18] (Boo)\n[03:25.03] Yeah I'm rollin with the flyers (Oh Yeah)\n[03:27.79] Just back seat ridin' (Oh Yeah)\n[03:29.55] You know biggie d drivin' (Oh Yeah)\n[03:32.36] Wit two freaks inside it (Oh Yeah)\n[03:35.01] So we with the Big Tymers (Oh Yeah)\n[03:37.78] You betta' warn your baby momma'(Oh Yeah)\n[03:40.47] Cause Boo and Gotti causin' problems (Oh Yeah)\n[03:42.29] So Just back up off us (Oh Yeah)\n[03:44.91] (Chorus until fade)\n[04:39.90] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Oh Yeah\n  artist: Big Tymers\n  album: Other Big Tymers\n  duration_ms: 294000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Manny Fresh)\n  start_ms: 3890\n  end_ms: 4790\n- text: Yeah, mmm hmmm\n  start_ms: 4790\n  end_ms: 6590\n- text: This one goes out to all the pretty young ladies out there\n  start_ms: 6590\n  end_ms: 10120\n- text: in pretty young lady land mmm hmmm see what I'm sayin\n  start_ms: 10120\n  end_ms: 12830\n- text: I want you to just peep over your shoulders hunny... ya see\n  start_ms: 12830\n  end_ms: 18280\n- text: (Manny Fresh)\n  start_ms: 18280\n  end_ms: 19150\n- text: Now lets get it understood (Oh Yeah)\n  start_ms: 19150\n  end_ms: 20940\n- text: That I'm treat her real good (Oh Yeah)\n  start_ms: 20940\n  end_ms: 23600\n- text: And I'm a love her all my life (Oh Yeah)\n  start_ms: 23600\n  end_ms: 26490\n- text: And keep her flooded with ice (Oh Yeah)\n  start_ms: 26490\n  end_ms: 29120\n- text: Now just take my hand (Oh Yeah)\n  start_ms: 29120\n  end_ms: 30980\n- text: You'se my woman I'm your man (Oh Yeah)\n  start_ms: 30980\n  end_ms: 33660\n- text: Now you the one that I done chose (Oh Yeah)\n  start_ms: 33660\n  end_ms: 36320\n- text: And I don't love them other hoes (Oh Yeah)\n  start_ms: 36320\n  end_ms: 38120\n- text: Now make them niggas understand (Oh Yeah)\n  start_ms: 38120\n  end_ms: 40820\n- text: You already got a man (Oh Yeah)\n  start_ms: 40820\n  end_ms: 43590\n- text: You need a player that's strong (Oh Yeah)\n  start_ms: 43590\n  end_ms: 46270\n- text: And that'll never do you wrong (Oh Yeah)\n  start_ms: 46270\n  end_ms: 48050\n- text: And if them boys try to touch (Oh Yeah)\n  start_ms: 48050\n  end_ms: 50740\n- text: You should kick them in the nuts (Oh Yeah)\n  start_ms: 50740\n  end_ms: 53410\n- text: Cause them tittys just right (Oh Yeah)\n  start_ms: 53410\n  end_ms: 56150\n- text: Make a player wanna bite (Oh Yeah)\n  start_ms: 56150\n  end_ms: 58800\n- text: Cause I'm your one and only lover (Oh Yeah)\n  start_ms: 58800\n  end_ms: 60680\n- text: And we don' have to use a rubber (Oh Yeah)\n  start_ms: 60680\n  end_ms: 63460\n- text: Now look what we done did (Oh yeah)\n  start_ms: 63460\n  end_ms: 65280\n- text: Messed around and had some kids (Oh Yeah)\n  start_ms: 65280\n  end_ms: 67940\n- text: (Chorus)\n  start_ms: 67940\n  end_ms: 68880\n- text: DADDIE... 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clowns don't arrest\n  Oh let's do it\n\n  Got a Bentley wit the tags with the millionaire cash\n  Two million on the ice with that gun in my hand\n  Got the beat on the streets and we movin' the slaya\n  Porsche truck lift up and a four door Jag\n\n  Uptown money spots niggas countin' they cash\n  No rules in this game niggs doin' they thang\n  See me watchin' for the people 'cuz they ready to slang\n\n  Blowin dro' in Bahamas so that pineapple plate\n  Couldn't give us six cars for the money we make\n  I'm the king of the chrome get the fuck out my face\n  I'm the sun, I'm the moon, I'm the Benz, I'm the whips\n  I'm the crib, I'm the mouse quiet up in this bitch\n\n  Smoothe baller 22's in they hip\n  Smoke dro minks, haze and a spliffs\n  I'm in the heat of the cloud that's how it's goin' down\n  A D-boy getting cheddar and I'm from uptown\n\n  Always poppin' never stoppin'\n  Glocks cockin', body droppin'\n  Colla poppin', nigga knockin'\n  Everybody give me space, back up\n  Everybody give me space, back up\n\n  Always poppin' never stoppin'\n  Glocks cockin', body droppin'\n  Colla poppin', nigga knockin'\n  Everybody give me space, back up\n  Everybody give me space, back up\n\n  (Why you got that gun nigga?)\n  'Cuz I can\n  Woke up in the club with the bitch in my hand\n  Everybody lay down, stay down\n  I'm 'bout to spit this mothafuckin' hay round\n\n  There's one nigga I'm lookin' at\n  (You about to get it flat)\n  Everybody else just back back\n  Bustin', fussin', yellin', cussin'\n  Fightin', bitin', niggas got to rustilin'\n\n  Throwin big chairs, pushin down stairs\n  Disrespectin' hoes pullin' out weave hairs\n  But this one hoe nobody know pull out the fo fo\n  Made niggas lay it down on the floor\n\n  That's when the police came\n  The fire engine truck and the ambulance\n  Bitch still bustin' shots like Jesse James\n\n  Big Money Heavyweight nigga I ain't playin'\n  The bitch was trill caught two to the grill\n  One in the head damn lil' one dance, shake\n\n  Always poppin' never stoppin'\n  Glocks cockin', body droppin'\n  Colla poppin', nigga knockin'\n  Everybody give me space, back up\n  Everybody give me space, back up\n\n  Always poppin' never stoppin'\n  Glocks cockin', body droppin'\n  Colla poppin', nigga knockin'\n  (Uh uh)\n  Everybody give me space, back up\n  (Wha, what, what, what)\n  Everybody give me space, back up\n  (Look, look)\n\n  Gimme the roovie Juvie the shooter\n  Try to follow my pandemonium point I'm gon lose ya\n  Look around there's some niggas not with me\n  Some of them dead, some of them doin' bout 50\n  UTP you better stand up it's the general\n  Bringin' back the era of the criminal\n\n  Look I got my own scene, got my own scheme\n  Got killas so basically I'm doin' my own thing\n  I drive a 7-6-0 strapped up waitin' at the light for the hero\n  It's kinda hot outside niggas done shot blue eyes\n  That's fucked up 'cuz my connect dropped me five\n\n  I'ma excersize my right to get this cheese\n  I don't have to put in work nigga my bitch will squeeze\n  I ain't positive I'm a black man\n  So watch your mouth playa 'cuz you can catch a back hand, heh\n\n  Always poppin' never stoppin'\n  Glocks cockin', body droppin'\n  Colla poppin', nigga knockin'\n  Everybody give me space, back up\n  Everybody give me space, back up\n\n  Always poppin' never stoppin'\n  Glocks cockin', body droppin'\n  Colla poppin', nigga knockin'\n  Everybody give me space, back up\n  Everybody give me space, back up\n"},{"id":22095151,"name":"My Life - Big Tymers feat. Mikkey & Joi","trackName":"My Life - Big Tymers feat. Mikkey & Joi","artistName":"Big Tymers","albumName":"Big Money Heavyweight","duration":253.857959,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Mannie]\nI done teached and talked\nWalked away and fought\nWent from cussin and bustin\nHustle from day to dark\nTurned nothin to somethin\nIntroduced to stunnin\nIn my life In my life\nI done caused some hurt\nAnd I done did some good\nSaid I can't even when I could\nI was stopped and tested fingerprinted and arrested\nIn my life In my life\nJust say no when I really meant yes\nI'm gon smoke all night til it hurt my chest\nSlim told me over the years that shit gon tear up careers\nIn yo life In yo life\nWhat'chu gon do when snakes come to yo crew\nI'm a get on my knees and ask the Lord please\nSeparate good from fake and the love and the hate\nIn my life In my life\n\n[B.G.]\nI mean fuck I done had a rough life you know what I'm sayin\nB.G. lived that thug life\nI done done it all in my life\nI done done time\nI done lived in group homes\nI been on the third floor of hospitals\nI mean it's just been a stuggle for me\nBut now I'm on top you know what I'm sayin\nAnd it ain't to turnin back\nAnd I take chances in whatever I do\nCuz if I don't take chances I don't see the life after all\n\n[Mannie]\nThe night in the Rover\nWhen the niggas came over\nYou went out like a soldier\nAnd I still can't get over\nWhat fake bitches done done\nGot me clutchin my gun\nIn this life In this life\nI used to wonder why\nAll the good niggas die\nWhy some soldier gotta suffer\nAnd mothers gotta cry\nWhy my daddie gotta lie\nCuz he don't even try to be\nIn my life In my life\nTake care of your crib\nWhere you lay down and live\nForget and forgive cuz you done put it through some shit\nHad yo daughter and yo son\nBeen down since day one\nIn yo life In yo life\nWhat the fuck is wrong you don't understand this song\nTell yo momma you love her before she dead and gone\nNigga that don't quit that's some real ass shit\nIn this life In this life\n\n[Juvenile]\nMan I mean me Juvenile drugs tore my family up\nI'm from the projects so you know I just realized\nWhat it means to be successful\nCuz I been through all kinds of shit man bullshit\nAnd I live through Baby, Slim and the Lord to help me\nAnd I came to them as a real nigga\nAnd I said look dog I'm tired of livin like this man\n\n[Baby]\nI had pounds of coke\nI had money to blow\nI had a felony charge\nI had to fight in the court\nI had warrant reports\nShot up cars before\nIn my life My life\nI got kids to feed\nI got niggas to watch\nI need a hundred mil\nI need to get off the block\nWear soldier Rees\nIn the gamblin spot\nIn my life My life\nI could cook it and cut it\nI could bag it and move it\nI could toat in the budget\nGot money to prove it\nI done flood the public\nHope Beatrice'll do it\nIn my life My life\nNow my name is Baby\nBut the call me Bubba\nAin't a bitch that I know that can say that I love her\nGettin pussy from a boss bitch wearin a rubber\nIn my life My life\nLet me stunt and shine\nLet me bling and floss\nLet me ride without the law always searchin my car\nI just wanna chill fuck bitches and play\nIn my life My life\nHoes cry in my world give me that Baby shit\nGoin to the people knowin that they made me and shit\nYou just don't know what I go through\nIn my life My life\nI got Bentlys and Jags got Prowlers and Vets\nGot Benjamins, Hummers, Cadillacs and vests\nCondos and houses Cardiers and Rovers\nIn my life My life\nI got cars and broads with money to make\nI got that brown wall and that white gate\nGot bitches and hoes love that platinum and gold\nIn my life My life\n\n[Turk]\nBeautiful Baby what's happenin\nThis Lil Turk you heard me\nOne of the Original Hot Boys\nI done did it all you heard me\nFrom runnin through cuts and hallways\nRunnin through projects bustin heads\nYeah that's that lil nigga Turk\nYoung and Thuggin you heard me\nI know you gonna let me do what I do\nDon't hate me cuz I'm beautiful you heard me\nWe on top now nigga no longer livin that trife-life\nyou heard me\nRespect and a check we ain't doin nothin but poppin\nbottles and fuckin hoes\nYou heard me, makin money that's all nigga Uh-huh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: My Life - Big Tymers feat. Mikkey & Joi\n  artist: Big Tymers\n  album: Big Money Heavyweight\n  duration_ms: 253858\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Mannie]\n  I done teached and talked\n  Walked away and fought\n  Went from cussin and bustin\n  Hustle from day to dark\n  Turned nothin to somethin\n  Introduced to stunnin\n  In my life In my life\n  I done caused some hurt\n  And I done did some good\n  Said I can't even when I could\n  I was stopped and tested fingerprinted and arrested\n  In my life In my life\n  Just say no when I really meant yes\n  I'm gon smoke all night til it hurt my chest\n  Slim told me over the years that shit gon tear up careers\n  In yo life In yo life\n  What'chu gon do when snakes come to yo crew\n  I'm a get on my knees and ask the Lord please\n  Separate good from fake and the love and the hate\n  In my life In my life\n\n  [B.G.]\n  I mean fuck I done had a rough life you know what I'm sayin\n  B.G. lived that thug life\n  I done done it all in my life\n  I done done time\n  I done lived in group homes\n  I been on the third floor of hospitals\n  I mean it's just been a stuggle for me\n  But now I'm on top you know what I'm sayin\n  And it ain't to turnin back\n  And I take chances in whatever I do\n  Cuz if I don't take chances I don't see the life after all\n\n  [Mannie]\n  The night in the Rover\n  When the niggas came over\n  You went out like a soldier\n  And I still can't get over\n  What fake bitches done done\n  Got me clutchin my gun\n  In this life In this life\n  I used to wonder why\n  All the good niggas die\n  Why some soldier gotta suffer\n  And mothers gotta cry\n  Why my daddie gotta lie\n  Cuz he don't even try to be\n  In my life In my life\n  Take care of your crib\n  Where you lay down and live\n  Forget and forgive cuz you done put it through some shit\n  Had yo daughter and yo son\n  Been down since day one\n  In yo life In yo life\n  What the fuck is wrong you don't understand this song\n  Tell yo momma you love her before she dead and gone\n  Nigga that don't quit that's some real ass shit\n  In this life In this life\n\n  [Juvenile]\n  Man I mean me Juvenile drugs tore my family up\n  I'm from the projects so you know I just realized\n  What it means to be successful\n  Cuz I been through all kinds of shit man bullshit\n  And I live through Baby, Slim and the Lord to help me\n  And I came to them as a real nigga\n  And I said look dog I'm tired of livin like this man\n\n  [Baby]\n  I had pounds of coke\n  I had money to blow\n  I had a felony charge\n  I had to fight in the court\n  I had warrant reports\n  Shot up cars before\n  In my life My life\n  I got kids to feed\n  I got niggas to watch\n  I need a hundred mil\n  I need to get off the block\n  Wear soldier Rees\n  In the gamblin spot\n  In my life My life\n  I could cook it and cut it\n  I could bag it and move it\n  I could toat in the budget\n  Got money to prove it\n  I done flood the public\n  Hope Beatrice'll do it\n  In my life My life\n  Now my name is Baby\n  But the call me Bubba\n  Ain't a bitch that I know that can say that I love her\n  Gettin pussy from a boss bitch wearin a rubber\n  In my life My life\n  Let me stunt and shine\n  Let me bling and floss\n  Let me ride without the law always searchin my car\n  I just wanna chill fuck bitches and play\n  In my life My life\n  Hoes cry in my world give me that Baby shit\n  Goin to the people knowin that they made me and shit\n  You just don't know what I go through\n  In my life My life\n  I got Bentlys and Jags got Prowlers and Vets\n  Got Benjamins, Hummers, Cadillacs and vests\n  Condos and houses Cardiers and Rovers\n  In my life My life\n  I got cars and broads with money to make\n  I got that brown wall and that white gate\n  Got bitches and hoes love that platinum and gold\n  In my life My life\n\n  [Turk]\n  Beautiful Baby what's happenin\n  This Lil Turk you heard me\n  One of the Original Hot Boys\n  I done did it all you heard me\n  From runnin through cuts and hallways\n  Runnin through projects bustin heads\n  Yeah that's that lil nigga Turk\n  Young and Thuggin you heard me\n  I know you gonna let me do what I do\n  Don't hate me cuz I'm beautiful you heard me\n  We on top now nigga no longer livin that trife-life\n  you heard me\n  Respect and a check we ain't doin nothin but poppin\n  bottles and fuckin hoes\n  You heard me, makin money that's all nigga Uh-huh\n"},{"id":35971874,"name":"Big Ballin'","trackName":"Big Ballin'","artistName":"Big Tymers","albumName":"Big Ballin'","duration":280.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I told ya fuckin' ass I be back\nIn a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac\nLicense plate say money makin' nigga fa sho\nChillin' by ya boy house kissin' on these hoes\nSee these broads want stars\nBig dicks down in the draws\nSeven days a week seven brand new cars\nYeah I done it parkin' GS 300\nCheck us and front it the Navigator\nGarage with the elevator\nYou not a hata\nThen press second floor\nSo you can see the muthfuckin' Big Tymers car show\nNow on the left side we got the brand new Benz\nAnd on the right side bitches shakin' ass for ends\nAnd in the middle niggas throwin' twenties and tenss\nAnd up top niggas drinkin' juices with gin juices with gin juices with gin\n\nNews cars\nPretty broads\nNeighborhood superstars\nGoing far\nGoin' to the super bowl\nIn the hole\nAnd I owe my nigga for frontin' me two kilos\nYellow ice\nWith new heights\nHoes got my name right\nFame got my muthafuckin' game tight\nDirt digga\nHoe go-getta\nNigga outta line\nPlayboy I got ten on ya feet\nCar shinna\nRim blinda\n20 inch rida\nNigga and you can ride right beside me\nTitty watcha\nHoe stoppa\nVCR tape poppa\nNeighborhood naked flick watcha\nBorder line Hen poppa\nByran is my heart and Pearl is my number one chick\nAnd Cash Money Records gone run this nationwide shit\nAnd playa you can believe that shit\n\nWhoa whoa whoa Kemosabe\nBig big big ballin' is my hobby\nWhoa whoa whoa Kemosabe\nBig big big ballin' is my hobby\nWhoa whoa whoa Kemosabe\nBig big big ballin' is my hobby\nWhoa whoa whoa Kemosabe\nBig big big ballin' is my hobby\n\nI see you jockin' Baby 'cause he got a Mercedes\nAnd ya know about his ladies\nAnd all his babies\n\nI know what they like\nThem brand new bikes\nSo we can ride around town like Tina and Ike\nI'ma shine till I die nigga\nWe worldwide everybody know Cash Money ride or die nigga\n\nTwenty inch wheels is what I roll\nAnd when I pass yo bitch all outta control\n\nBuyin' Lexus Land Cruisers\nThe four seven the big pipe user\nHoe abuser\n\nIts the project sticker man\nFull of liquor man\nRidin' with cha bitch with the Tymers playin'\n\nBallin everyday poppin' Dom P bottles\nBall till ya fall is the Cash Money motto\nFlashy cars\nPretty broads\nThe word uptown we bought these cars\nFor girls I bought\nPretty jewels\nWith new shoes\nWith tatoos\nA Cash Money motto do what you gotta do\n\nFight who you gotta fight\nShoot who you gotta shoot\nBoot who you gotta boot\nDo what you gotta do\n\nWhoa whoa whoa Kemosabe\nBig big big ballin' is my hobby\nWhoa whoa whoa Kemosabe\nBig big big ballin' is my hobby\nWhoa whoa whoa Kemosabe\nBig big big ballin' is my hobby\nWhoa whoa whoa Kemosabe\nBig big big ballin' is my hobby\n\nTen years ago a friend of mine\nBrought me to uptown second line\nMet Meatball, Nair, Anglin Mets\nWant you do a DJ in the jets\nBought two trigger mans and brown beat\nNow you can pop that pussy in the middle of the street\nBest believe next week I'ma be downtown\nPoint court St. Bernard bitch throwin' down\nThen I'm mosy on down cross the kanel\nPut up the mic 'cause I got a fuckin' story ta tell\n\nTeresa\nYous a Cash Money bitch say what you still a Cash Money bitch\nI say lil Lisa\nYou still a Cash Money bitch say what you still a Cash Money bitch\nMy nigga Baby ya wit me\nFa sho\nNow bring it to the McMelph Caliope\n\nNiggas livin' for the Sunday\nOn the lake bakin' cake watchin' niggas ridin' round with they honey\nDrinkin Dacquri\nHoes packin'\nWhite folks actin'\nGivin' tickets nigga for the jackin'\nNiggas feudin'\nGame losin'\nLil told me to watch these hoes tryin' ta abuse me\nJoe Casey\nGoin' crazy\nMy homeboy told me to watch these muthafuckin' feds\nChilly chilly actin' silly\nBut cha name killa\nTold me he gone kill'em a nigga\nSuga Slim\nAll in\nGame tight\nAnd we just about ta start this all night flight","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.73] I told ya fuckin' ass I be back\n[00:13.31] In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac\n[00:15.91] License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho\n[00:18.69] Chillin' by ya boy house kissin' on these hoes\n[00:21.40] See these broads want stars\n[00:23.15] Big dicks down in the draws\n[00:24.65] Seven days a week seven brand new cars\n[00:27.25] Yeah I done it parkin' GS 300\n[00:29.55] Check us and front it the Navigator\n[00:32.38] Garage with the elevator\n[00:33.82] You not a hata\n[00:35.32] Then press second floor\n[00:36.63] So you can see the muthfuckin' Big Tymers car show\n[00:39.49] Now on the left side we got the brand new Benz\n[00:43.03] And on the right side bitches shakin' ass for ends\n[00:45.90] And in the middle niggas throwin' twenties and tenss\n[00:48.72] And up top niggas drinkin' juices with gin juices with gin juices with gin\n[00:54.43] News cars\n[00:55.88] Pretty broads\n[00:56.77] Neighborhood superstars\n[00:58.35] Going far\n[00:59.49] Goin' to the super bowl\n[01:01.13] In the hole\n[01:02.27] And I owe my nigga for frontin' me two kilos\n[01:05.67] Yellow ice\n[01:06.66] With new heights\n[01:07.64] Hoes got my name right\n[01:09.36] Fame got my muthafuckin' game tight\n[01:11.15] Dirt digga\n[01:12.11] Hoe go-getta\n[01:12.97] Nigga outta line\n[01:14.18] Playboy I got ten on ya feet\n[01:16.42] Car shinna\n[01:17.59] Rim blinda\n[01:18.55] 20 inch rida\n[01:19.71] Nigga and you can ride right beside me\n[01:22.03] Titty watcha\n[01:23.01] Hoe stoppa\n[01:24.08] VCR tape poppa\n[01:25.60] Neighborhood naked flick watcha\n[01:27.70] Border line Hen poppa\n[01:29.59] Byran is my heart and Pearl is my number one chick\n[01:33.32] And Cash Money Records gone run this nationwide shit\n[01:36.33] And playa you can believe that shit\n[01:38.29] Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe\n[01:41.86] Big big big ballin' is my hobby\n[01:44.44] Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe\n[01:47.21] Big big big ballin' is my hobby\n[01:49.69] Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe\n[01:52.62] Big big big ballin' is my hobby\n[01:56.09] Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe\n[01:58.15] Big big big ballin' is my hobby\n[02:00.23] I see you jockin' Baby 'cause he got a Mercedes\n[02:02.81] And ya know about his ladies\n[02:04.32] And all his babies\n[02:05.80] I know what they like\n[02:07.27] Them brand new bikes\n[02:08.56] So we can ride around town like Tina and Ike\n[02:11.54] I'ma shine till I die nigga\n[02:13.32] We worldwide everybody know Cash Money ride or die nigga\n[02:17.05] Twenty inch wheels is what I 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Kemosabe\n[03:09.22] Big big big ballin' is my hobby\n[03:12.92] Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe\n[03:14.71] Big big big ballin' is my hobby\n[03:17.05] Ten years ago a friend of mine\n[03:20.06] Brought me to uptown second line\n[03:22.33] Met Meatball, Nair, Anglin Mets\n[03:24.82] Want you do a DJ in the jets\n[03:27.84] Bought two trigger mans and brown beat\n[03:30.41] Now you can pop that pussy in the middle of the street\n[03:33.07] Best believe next week I'ma be downtown\n[03:35.92] Point court St. Bernard bitch throwin' down\n[03:38.94] Then I'm mosy on down cross the kanel\n[03:41.73] Put up the mic 'cause I got a fuckin' story ta tell\n[03:44.29] Teresa\n[03:45.65] Yous a Cash Money bitch say what you still a Cash Money bitch\n[03:48.99] I say lil Lisa\n[03:51.05] You still a Cash Money bitch say what you still a Cash Money bitch\n[03:54.49] My nigga Baby ya wit me\n[03:57.57] Fa sho\n[03:58.39] Now bring it to the McMelph Caliope\n[04:00.39] Niggas livin' for the Sunday\n[04:02.40] 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bitches shakin' ass for ends\n  And in the middle niggas throwin' twenties and tenss\n  And up top niggas drinkin' juices with gin juices with gin juices with gin\n\n  News cars\n  Pretty broads\n  Neighborhood superstars\n  Going far\n  Goin' to the super bowl\n  In the hole\n  And I owe my nigga for frontin' me two kilos\n  Yellow ice\n  With new heights\n  Hoes got my name right\n  Fame got my muthafuckin' game tight\n  Dirt digga\n  Hoe go-getta\n  Nigga outta line\n  Playboy I got ten on ya feet\n  Car shinna\n  Rim blinda\n  20 inch rida\n  Nigga and you can ride right beside me\n  Titty watcha\n  Hoe stoppa\n  VCR tape poppa\n  Neighborhood naked flick watcha\n  Border line Hen poppa\n  Byran is my heart and Pearl is my number one chick\n  And Cash Money Records gone run this nationwide shit\n  And playa you can believe that shit\n\n  Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe\n  Big big big ballin' is my hobby\n  Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe\n  Big big big ballin' is my hobby\n  Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe\n  Big big big ballin' is my hobby\n  Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe\n  Big big big ballin' is my hobby\n\n  I see you jockin' Baby 'cause he got a Mercedes\n  And ya know about his ladies\n  And all his babies\n\n  I know what they like\n  Them brand new bikes\n  So we can ride around town like Tina and Ike\n  I'ma shine till I die nigga\n  We worldwide everybody know Cash Money ride or die nigga\n\n  Twenty inch wheels is what I roll\n  And when I pass yo bitch all outta control\n\n  Buyin' Lexus Land Cruisers\n  The four seven the big pipe user\n  Hoe abuser\n\n  Its the project sticker man\n  Full of liquor man\n  Ridin' with cha bitch with the Tymers playin'\n\n  Ballin everyday poppin' Dom P bottles\n  Ball till ya fall is the Cash Money motto\n  Flashy cars\n  Pretty broads\n  The word uptown we bought these cars\n  For girls I bought\n  Pretty jewels\n  With new shoes\n  With tatoos\n  A Cash Money motto do what you gotta do\n\n  Fight who you gotta fight\n  Shoot who you gotta shoot\n  Boot who you gotta boot\n  Do what you gotta do\n\n  Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe\n  Big big big ballin' is my hobby\n  Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe\n  Big big big ballin' is my hobby\n  Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe\n  Big big big ballin' is my hobby\n  Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe\n  Big big big ballin' is my hobby\n\n  Ten years ago a friend of mine\n  Brought me to uptown second line\n  Met Meatball, Nair, Anglin Mets\n  Want you do a DJ in the jets\n  Bought two trigger mans and brown beat\n  Now you can pop that pussy in the middle of the street\n  Best believe next week I'ma be downtown\n  Point court St. Bernard bitch throwin' down\n  Then I'm mosy on down cross the kanel\n  Put up the mic 'cause I got a fuckin' story ta tell\n\n  Teresa\n  Yous a Cash Money bitch say what you still a Cash Money bitch\n  I say lil Lisa\n  You still a Cash Money bitch say what you still a Cash Money bitch\n  My nigga Baby ya wit me\n  Fa sho\n  Now bring it to the McMelph Caliope\n\n  Niggas livin' for the Sunday\n  On the lake bakin' cake watchin' niggas ridin' round with they honey\n  Drinkin Dacquri\n  Hoes packin'\n  White folks actin'\n  Givin' tickets nigga for the jackin'\n  Niggas feudin'\n  Game losin'\n  Lil told me to watch these hoes tryin' ta abuse me\n  Joe Casey\n  Goin' crazy\n  My homeboy told me to watch these muthafuckin' feds\n  Chilly chilly actin' silly\n  But cha name killa\n  Told me he gone kill'em a nigga\n  Suga Slim\n  All in\n  Game tight\n  And we just about ta start this all night flight\n"},{"id":36774670,"name":"Big Tymers","trackName":"Big Tymers","artistName":"Big Tymers","albumName":"I Got That Work","duration":324.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Good evening y'all\nIt's dynamite, truly dynamite, truly dynamite\nBoom, boom, how you love that?\nAin't that the world, ain't that the world?\nTruly beautiful, truly beautiful\nI didn't mean to mute you playboy\nBut I got rims bigger than your future\n\nThat was beautiful\nI can love that, I can love that\nYou know it's like niggas wearing Rolex's on both wrists\nEarrings costing twenty and thirty G's\nIt was like I remember I used to eat Now and Later's man\nNowadays I'm eating alligators man\nI think, I'm still trying to buy the Saints but it's all gravy baby\nI can toast to that, I can toast to that\nAin't that the world, ain't that the world\nMe and diamonds go together like Jerry and curl\nAin't that the world\n\nI think that was beautiful baby, that was real beautiful\nYou know it's like all these cars, all these broads\nMillion dollar accomplishments, bruh\nYou know it's like hard being a neighborhood superstar\nWhat you think baby?\nI mean I got diamonds that glitter\nA true to life game spitter\nSee what I'm saying? I'm not a rapper baby, I'm a game spitter\n\nYou have to understand we cannot rap\nBut I can talk enough shit to wake a dead man up\nYou can believe that player\nOh man I'm digging that, I'm digging that\nLike the devil man, I'm digging that\nYou need some bread baby?\nOh man, look at here man\nBefore we leave man, why don't you go on down to the bank?\nWhy, what you need playboy?\nI need a million man\nWhy you want it in tens or twenties?\nNah I want it all in ones, get it all in ones\nI can love that\nThat's what they get paid for\nYou got to be able to love that\nI mean tonight I might get cold man\nYou know what, I might want to cover myself\nPicture me covering myself with a million ones\nNow I think that's the future, that got to be the future\nIt's like a nigga not even eating french fries no more man\nIf it ain't fettuccine or some more wild shit\nSome reptile type shit, some sea shit\nI'm not even having it man\nFor sure man, some endangered shit\nIt's like these broads tripping cause a nigga wearing two watches\nYou know I'm a number one stunna\nYou got to love this baby\nI mean you know we got the gold medal on our back\nCause I got on some boots, ya dig?\nThat's some endangered species and all that, see what I'm saying?\nBut picture this, I got the vest to match\nHow you love that, you loving that?\nGot to understand that this Cash Money\nMotto is to ball till you fall dog\nGoing on showroom floors\nAnd if your TV and VCR ain't playing straight\nYou got to bring it back, you got to bring it back\nYou got to ride bubble eyes on eighteens and better\nBelieve that playboy\nLiberace nigga, nineteen never hate\nHow you love that player?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Big Tymers\n  artist: Big Tymers\n  album: I Got That Work\n  duration_ms: 324000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Good evening y'all\n  It's dynamite, truly dynamite, truly dynamite\n  Boom, boom, how you love that?\n  Ain't that the world, ain't that the world?\n  Truly beautiful, truly beautiful\n  I didn't mean to mute you playboy\n  But I got rims bigger than your future\n\n  That was beautiful\n  I can love that, I can love that\n  You know it's like niggas wearing Rolex's on both wrists\n  Earrings costing twenty and thirty G's\n  It was like I remember I used to eat Now and Later's man\n  Nowadays I'm eating alligators man\n  I think, I'm still trying to buy the Saints but it's all gravy baby\n  I can toast to that, I can toast to that\n  Ain't that the world, ain't that the world\n  Me and diamonds go together like Jerry and curl\n  Ain't that the world\n\n  I think that was beautiful baby, that was real beautiful\n  You know it's like all these cars, all these broads\n  Million dollar accomplishments, bruh\n  You know it's like hard being a neighborhood superstar\n  What you think baby?\n  I mean I got diamonds that glitter\n  A true to life game spitter\n  See what I'm saying? I'm not a rapper baby, I'm a game spitter\n\n  You have to understand we cannot rap\n  But I can talk enough shit to wake a dead man up\n  You can believe that player\n  Oh man I'm digging that, I'm digging that\n  Like the devil man, I'm digging that\n  You need some bread baby?\n  Oh man, look at here man\n  Before we leave man, why don't you go on down to the bank?\n  Why, what you need playboy?\n  I need a million man\n  Why you want it in tens or twenties?\n  Nah I want it all in ones, get it all in ones\n  I can love that\n  That's what they get paid for\n  You got to be able to love that\n  I mean tonight I might get cold man\n  You know what, I might want to cover myself\n  Picture me covering myself with a million ones\n  Now I think that's the future, that got to be the future\n  It's like a nigga not even eating french fries no more man\n  If it ain't fettuccine or some more wild shit\n  Some reptile type shit, some sea shit\n  I'm not even having it man\n  For sure man, some endangered shit\n  It's like these broads tripping cause a nigga wearing two watches\n  You know I'm a number one stunna\n  You got to love this baby\n  I mean you know we got the gold medal on our back\n  Cause I got on some boots, ya dig?\n  That's some endangered species and all that, see what I'm saying?\n  But picture this, I got the vest to match\n  How you love that, you loving that?\n  Got to understand that this Cash Money\n  Motto is to ball till you fall dog\n  Going on showroom floors\n  And if your TV and VCR ain't playing straight\n  You got to bring it back, you got to bring it back\n  You got to ride bubble eyes on eighteens and better\n  Believe that playboy\n  Liberace nigga, nineteen never hate\n  How you love that player?\n"},{"id":34947106,"name":"Big Tymers","trackName":"Big Tymers","artistName":"Big Tymers","albumName":"How You Luv That Vol 2","duration":187.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Good evening y'all\nIt's dynamite, truly dynamite, truly dynamite\nBoom, boom, how you love that?\nAin't that the world, ain't that the world?\nTruly beautiful, truly beautiful\nI didn't mean to mute you playboy\nBut I got rims bigger than your future\n\nThat was beautiful\nI can love that, I can love that\nYou know it's like niggas wearing Rolex's on both wrists\nEarrings costing twenty and thirty G's\nIt was like I remember I used to eat Now and Later's man\nNowadays I'm eating alligators man\nI think, I'm still trying to buy the Saints but it's all gravy baby\nI can toast to that, I can toast to that\nAin't that the world, ain't that the world\nMe and diamonds go together like Jerry and curl\nAin't that the world\n\nI think that was beautiful baby, that was real beautiful\nYou know it's like all these cars, all these broads\nMillion dollar accomplishments, bruh\nYou know it's like hard being a neighborhood superstar\nWhat you think baby?\nI mean I got diamonds that glitter\nA true to life game spitter\nSee what I'm saying? I'm not a rapper baby, I'm a game spitter\n\nYou have to understand we cannot rap\nBut I can talk enough shit to wake a dead man up\nYou can believe that player\nOh man I'm digging that, I'm digging that\nLike the devil man, I'm digging that\nYou need some bread baby?\nOh man, look at here man\nBefore we leave man, why don't you go on down to the bank?\nWhy, what you need playboy?\nI need a million man\nWhy you want it in tens or twenties?\nNah I want it all in ones, get it all in ones\nI can love that\nThat's what they get paid for\nYou got to be able to love that\nI mean tonight I might get cold man\nYou know what, I might want to cover myself\nPicture me covering myself with a million ones\nNow I think that's the future, that got to be the future\nIt's like a nigga not even eating french fries no more man\nIf it ain't fettuccine or some more wild shit\nSome reptile type shit, some sea shit\nI'm not even having it man\nFor sure man, some endangered shit\nIt's like these broads tripping cause a nigga wearing two watches\nYou know I'm a number one stunna\nYou got to love this baby\nI mean you know we got the gold medal on our back\nCause I got on some boots, ya dig?\nThat's some endangered species and all that, see what I'm saying?\nBut picture this, I got the vest to match\nHow you love that, you loving that?\nGot to understand that this Cash Money\nMotto is to ball till you fall dog\nGoing on showroom floors\nAnd if your TV and VCR ain't playing straight\nYou got to bring it back, you got to bring it back\nYou got to ride bubble eyes on eighteens and better\nBelieve that playboy\nLiberace nigga, nineteen never hate\nHow you love that player?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Big Tymers\n  artist: Big Tymers\n  album: How You Luv That Vol 2\n  duration_ms: 187000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Good evening y'all\n  It's dynamite, truly dynamite, truly dynamite\n  Boom, boom, how you love that?\n  Ain't that the world, ain't that the world?\n  Truly beautiful, truly beautiful\n  I didn't mean to mute you playboy\n  But I got rims bigger than your future\n\n  That was beautiful\n  I can love that, I can love that\n  You know it's like niggas wearing Rolex's on both wrists\n  Earrings costing twenty and thirty G's\n  It was like I remember I used to eat Now and Later's man\n  Nowadays I'm eating alligators man\n  I think, I'm still trying to buy the Saints but it's all gravy baby\n  I can toast to that, I can toast to that\n  Ain't that the world, ain't that the world\n  Me and diamonds go together like Jerry and curl\n  Ain't that the world\n\n  I think that was beautiful baby, that was real beautiful\n  You know it's like all these cars, all these broads\n  Million dollar accomplishments, bruh\n  You know it's like hard being a neighborhood superstar\n  What you think baby?\n  I mean I got diamonds that glitter\n  A true to life game spitter\n  See what I'm saying? I'm not a rapper baby, I'm a game spitter\n\n  You have to understand we cannot rap\n  But I can talk enough shit to wake a dead man up\n  You can believe that player\n  Oh man I'm digging that, I'm digging that\n  Like the devil man, I'm digging that\n  You need some bread baby?\n  Oh man, look at here man\n  Before we leave man, why don't you go on down to the bank?\n  Why, what you need playboy?\n  I need a million man\n  Why you want it in tens or twenties?\n  Nah I want it all in ones, get it all in ones\n  I can love that\n  That's what they get paid for\n  You got to be able to love that\n  I mean tonight I might get cold man\n  You know what, I might want to cover myself\n  Picture me covering myself with a million ones\n  Now I think that's the future, that got to be the future\n  It's like a nigga not even eating french fries no more man\n  If it ain't fettuccine or some more wild shit\n  Some reptile type shit, some sea shit\n  I'm not even having it man\n  For sure man, some endangered shit\n  It's like these broads tripping cause a nigga wearing two watches\n  You know I'm a number one stunna\n  You got to love this baby\n  I mean you know we got the gold medal on our back\n  Cause I got on some boots, ya dig?\n  That's some endangered species and all that, see what I'm saying?\n  But picture this, I got the vest to match\n  How you love that, you loving that?\n  Got to understand that this Cash Money\n  Motto is to ball till you fall dog\n  Going on showroom floors\n  And if your TV and VCR ain't playing straight\n  You got to bring it back, you got to bring it back\n  You got to ride bubble eyes on eighteens and better\n  Believe that playboy\n  Liberace nigga, nineteen never hate\n  How you love that player?\n"}]