[{"id":10535222,"name":"Let's Roll","trackName":"Let's Roll","artistName":"Boot Camp Clik","albumName":"The Chosen Few","duration":292.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Louieville Sluggah)\nAiyo, bank rolls, face swolls\nBD Boys move, cause they know it dollars when I say so\nSay no, if it ain't dough, right up front\nBecause you still got haters right up front\nThat's plottin' on the downfall, creepin' all around y'all\nAs soon as he jump up, I grip that pound sound off\nJust trynna live this, back bone the business\nBCC is the click and, y'all can't get with\nNothing them boys spitting\nCause y'all like female dogs --- bitches\nSo move when we come through, of course with a gun or two\nSo tell me now, what the fuck niggaz gonna do\nH-E-NN-Y, pissy off shots of Hen', rockin' til I die\nNuts I bust off, if I bust off\nSlugs I bust off, if they want war, what?\n\n(Top Dog)\nUp in the club, Top Dog, show me some love\nI got my game face, gun in the place, blaze the place\nWith that yard weed, you know the god we remember that\nYou know we, ten second rolly, bum on the fat\n\n(Chorus 2X: Tek (Starang Wondah))\nHey ma, I'm hollerin', trynna see if you swallowin'\nHey ma, trynna pick out which ride you hoppin' in\nI know you wanna ride, come on, let's roll\n(Aiyo, I kow you wanna roll, come on, let's ride)\n\n(Tek)\nIt's six fifty by the curb, and a fifty ya herb\nThree sixties by the sixth fifty, that's by the curve\nNumber six on the throwback, Julius Irv'\nPound on 36 indites, for use and observe\n\n(Starang Wondah)\nThese niggaz steppin' on the scene, MVP's of the team\nSteppin' outta Yukon, like Alida Lamine, knawmean?\nStarang Wondah, pickin' and crips\nYou know me, low key, bitch, lits on the spliff\nSkinny nigga, I ain't got no time to exercise\nStep to guys, motherfuckers lives is jeopardized\nY'all recognize\n\n(Tek)\nYeah, we dead in the hood, but not dead in the hood\nYou know your boys boys, credit line is good\nCan't afford to see your step, got torned, same as the lords\nSip clubs and smoke purple, like we won the playoffs\n\n(Hook: Buckshot)\nNo matter what you go through\nWe gonna stick gonna together\n\n(Steele)\nGot on my Timb boots, car hard jeans too\nBulletproof vehicle, that's how we steam through\nTen to twenty niggaz deep with me, muggs rollin' the drugs\nBouncers wanna throw us out, but we ain't givin' a fuck\nI'm 3 star general, who you?\nCowards wanna disrespect the God, screw you\nBet if I put the Smif-N-Wess', and to ya head and squeeze it\nKill all the beef, and send you to meet Jesus\nSay y'all, rappers, can hate on\nWaiting on my down fall, mad cause we stay strong\nMost record labels too scared to deal with some real shit\nBet they all ride the dick when they feel this\nDuck Down, bitch, you in Bucktown\nLittle homey playin' big man and got struck down\nAin't near motherfucker safe in this game we walkin'\nPuttin' in work, til I'm layed in the coffin\nPlay hard strong, scrape y'all, thing on my waste y'all\nFace off, BC, every thing we been through we still together\nKeep sons on the block, guess to dead ya\n\n(Buckshot)\nRoll with me, ride with me\nYou can get dissed til ya side, or side with me\nWhether it's raw or it's cooked beef, we serve fiends\nProteins in our hooks and beats, from the snow to the streets\nSkeets of the rain, feet in the games\nAnd every nigga eatin' the same, I can't quit\nDrama then we handle it, cause any man'll flip with no prob'\nWanna play ball? Get ya squad\nMy shit is for niggaz behind bars, who do crime\nDo time, and do time hard, play the yard\nLift heavy, get ready for the massacre\nWe came a long way after ya, I see them niggaz gashin'\nCause, you really ain't half the thug\nYou just an average nigga flappin' for love\n\n(Hook)\n\n(Chorus 2X)\n\n(Louieville Sluggah)\nHey ma, I'm hollerin', trynna see if you swallowin'\nYou trynna pick out which ride ya hoppin' in\nI know you wanna roll, come on, let's ride\nI know you wanna ride, come on, let's roll","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let's Roll\n  artist: Boot Camp Clik\n  album: The Chosen Few\n  duration_ms: 292000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Louieville Sluggah)\n  Aiyo, bank rolls, face swolls\n  BD Boys move, cause they know it dollars when I say so\n  Say no, if it ain't dough, right up front\n  Because you still got haters right up front\n  That's plottin' on the downfall, creepin' all around y'all\n  As soon as he jump up, I grip that pound sound off\n  Just trynna live this, back bone the business\n  BCC is the click and, y'all can't get with\n  Nothing them boys spitting\n  Cause y'all like female dogs --- bitches\n  So move when we come through, of course with a gun or two\n  So tell me now, what the fuck niggaz gonna do\n  H-E-NN-Y, pissy off shots of Hen', rockin' til I die\n  Nuts I bust off, if I bust off\n  Slugs I bust off, if they want war, what?\n\n  (Top Dog)\n  Up in the club, Top Dog, show me some love\n  I got my game face, gun in the place, blaze the place\n  With that yard weed, you know the god we remember that\n  You know we, ten second rolly, bum on the fat\n\n  (Chorus 2X: Tek (Starang Wondah))\n  Hey ma, I'm hollerin', trynna see if you swallowin'\n  Hey ma, trynna pick out which ride you hoppin' in\n  I know you wanna ride, come on, let's roll\n  (Aiyo, I kow you wanna roll, come on, let's ride)\n\n  (Tek)\n  It's six fifty by the curb, and a fifty ya herb\n  Three sixties by the sixth fifty, that's by the curve\n  Number six on the throwback, Julius Irv'\n  Pound on 36 indites, for use and observe\n\n  (Starang Wondah)\n  These niggaz steppin' on the scene, MVP's of the team\n  Steppin' outta Yukon, like Alida Lamine, knawmean?\n  Starang Wondah, pickin' and crips\n  You know me, low key, bitch, lits on the spliff\n  Skinny nigga, I ain't got no time to exercise\n  Step to guys, motherfuckers lives is jeopardized\n  Y'all recognize\n\n  (Tek)\n  Yeah, we dead in the hood, but not dead in the hood\n  You know your boys boys, credit line is good\n  Can't afford to see your step, got torned, same as the lords\n  Sip clubs and smoke purple, like we won the playoffs\n\n  (Hook: Buckshot)\n  No matter what you go through\n  We gonna stick gonna together\n\n  (Steele)\n  Got on my Timb boots, car hard jeans too\n  Bulletproof vehicle, that's how we steam through\n  Ten to twenty niggaz deep with me, muggs rollin' the drugs\n  Bouncers wanna throw us out, but we ain't givin' a fuck\n  I'm 3 star general, who you?\n  Cowards wanna disrespect the God, screw you\n  Bet if I put the Smif-N-Wess', and to ya head and squeeze it\n  Kill all the beef, and send you to meet Jesus\n  Say y'all, rappers, can hate on\n  Waiting on my down fall, mad cause we stay strong\n  Most record labels too scared to deal with some real shit\n  Bet they all ride the dick when they feel this\n  Duck Down, bitch, you in Bucktown\n  Little homey playin' big man and got struck down\n  Ain't near motherfucker safe in this game we walkin'\n  Puttin' in work, til I'm layed in the coffin\n  Play hard strong, scrape y'all, thing on my waste y'all\n  Face off, BC, every thing we been through we still together\n  Keep sons on the block, guess to dead ya\n\n  (Buckshot)\n  Roll with me, ride with me\n  You can get dissed til ya side, or side with me\n  Whether it's raw or it's cooked beef, we serve fiends\n  Proteins in our hooks and beats, from the snow to the streets\n  Skeets of the rain, feet in the games\n  And every nigga eatin' the same, I can't quit\n  Drama then we handle it, cause any man'll flip with no prob'\n  Wanna play ball? Get ya squad\n  My shit is for niggaz behind bars, who do crime\n  Do time, and do time hard, play the yard\n  Lift heavy, get ready for the massacre\n  We came a long way after ya, I see them niggaz gashin'\n  Cause, you really ain't half the thug\n  You just an average nigga flappin' for love\n\n  (Hook)\n\n  (Chorus 2X)\n\n  (Louieville Sluggah)\n  Hey ma, I'm hollerin', trynna see if you swallowin'\n  You trynna pick out which ride ya hoppin' in\n  I know you wanna roll, come on, let's ride\n  I know you wanna ride, come on, let's roll\n"},{"id":28428607,"name":"Let's Roll","trackName":"Let's Roll","artistName":"The Boot Camp Clik","albumName":"The Chosen Few","duration":292.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo yo yo, when you take that deal, you know what I mean?\nPut something in the middle of the floor and get it\nWell listen B, they ain't never seen nothing like this\nC'mon, let's roll\n\nAyo bankrolls, face swole\nBB boys move, cause they know it's dollars when I say so\nSay no if it ain't dough\nRight up front, because you still got haters right up front\nThat's plotting on the downfall, creeping all around y'all\nAs soon as he jump up, buck buck, the pound sound off\nJust tryna live this, backbone the business\nBCC is the click and\nY'all can't get with nothing them boys spitting\nCause y'all like female dogs, bitches\nSo move when we coming through, of course with a gun or two\nSo tell me now, what the fuck niggas gonna do\nH-E-N-N-Y\nPissy off shots of Hen', rock until I die\nNuts I bust off, if her butt soft\nSlugs I bust off, if they want war, what?\n\nUp in the club, Top Dogg, show me some love\nI got my game face, gun in my waist, blaze the place\nWith that yard weed, you know the God we, remember that?\nYou know me, ten second Rollie, Bob Marley's fat\n\nHey ma I'm hollering, tryna see if you swallowing\nYou tryna pick out which ride you hopping in\nI know you wanna ride, c'mon let's roll\nAyo I know you wanna roll, c'mon let's ride\nHey ma I'm hollering, tryna see if you swallowing\nYou tryna pick out which ride you hopping in\nI know you wanna ride, c'mon let's roll\nAyo I know you wanna roll, c'mon let's ride\n\nIt's 650 by the curb and a fifty of herb\nThree sixes by the 650, that's by the curb\nNumber six on the throwback, Julius Erv'\nPound on 36 and dice so you can observe\n\nThese niggas stepping on the scene, MVPs of the team\nStepping out a Yukon like Khalid El-Amin, nah mean?\nStarang Wondah picking and crisp\nYou know me, low key bitch, lips on the spliff\nSkinny nigga, I ain't got no time to exercise\nStep to God, motherfuckers lives will jeopardize, yo recognize\n\nThat we dead in the hood, but not dead in the hood\nYou know your boy boy credit line is good\nCan't afford to see a sket get tore, same as the law\nStick clubs and smoke purple like we wanna play y'all\n\nNo matter what we go through\nWe gonna stick together\n\nGot on my Timb boots, Carhartt jeans suit\nBulletproof vehicle, that's how we steam through\nTen to 20 niggas deep with mean mugs, rolling up drugs\nBouncers wanna throw us out, but we ain't giving a fuck\nI'm three star, general, who you?\nCowards wanna disrespect the God, screw you\nBet if I put the Smith & Wesson to your head and squeeze it\nKill all the beef and send you to meet Jesus\nSay y'all, rappers get hate on\nWaiting on my downfall, mad cause we stay strong\nMost record labels too scared to deal with some real shit\nBet they all ride the dick when they feel this\nDuck Down bitch, you in Bucktown\nLittle homie played big man and got struck down\nAin't nann motherfucker safe in this game we walk in\nPutting in work 'til I'm laid in the coffin\nPlay hard, scrape y'all, thang on my waist y'all\nLick a nigga's face off, BC\nEverything we been through, we still together\nKeep sons on the block just to dead ya\n\nRoll with me, ride with me\nYou can get dissed to your side or side with me\nWhether it's raw or it's cooked beef\nWe serve fiends proteins in our hooks and beats\nFrom the snow to the sleet, sleet to the rain\nFeet in the game 'til every nigga eating the same\nI can't quit, drama then we handle it\nCause every man'll flip with no prob\nWanna play ball, get your squad\nMy shit is for niggas behind bars\nWho do crime, do time and do time hard\nPlay to y'all, lift heavy, get ready for the massacre\nWe came a long way after ya\nI see them niggas gassed you cuz, you really ain't half the thug\nYou just an average nigga flapping for love\n\nNo matter what we go through\nWe gonna get the cheddar\n\nHey ma I'm hollering, tryna see if you swallowing\nYou tryna pick out which ride you hopping in\nI know you wanna ride, c'mon let's roll\nAyo I know you wanna roll, c'mon let's ride\nHey ma I'm hollering, tryna see if you swallowing\nYou tryna pick out which ride you hopping in\nI know you wanna ride, c'mon let's roll\nAyo I know you wanna roll, c'mon let's ride\n\nHey ma I'm hollering, tryna see if you swallowing\nYou tryna pick out which ride you hopping in\nI know you wanna roll, c'mon let's ride\nI know you wanna ride, c'mon let's roll\nYeah, BCC\nThat nigga Hennyville, Hennyville y'all\nAll day Tek and Steele\nS-T-R-A-N-G\nTop Dogg, where we at yo?\n2 G until\nYeah, yeah, uh-huh\nHey ma I'm hollering, tryna see if you swallowing\nYou tryna pick out, you hopping in","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let's Roll\n  artist: The Boot Camp Clik\n  album: The Chosen Few\n  duration_ms: 292000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo yo yo, when you take that deal, you know what I mean?\n  Put something in the middle of the floor and get it\n  Well listen B, they ain't never seen nothing like this\n  C'mon, let's roll\n\n  Ayo bankrolls, face swole\n  BB boys move, cause they know it's dollars when I say so\n  Say no if it ain't dough\n  Right up front, because you still got haters right up front\n  That's plotting on the downfall, creeping all around y'all\n  As soon as he jump up, buck buck, the pound sound off\n  Just tryna live this, backbone the business\n  BCC is the click and\n  Y'all can't get with nothing them boys spitting\n  Cause y'all like female dogs, bitches\n  So move when we coming through, of course with a gun or two\n  So tell me now, what the fuck niggas gonna do\n  H-E-N-N-Y\n  Pissy off shots of Hen', rock until I die\n  Nuts I bust off, if her butt soft\n  Slugs I bust off, if they want war, what?\n\n  Up in the club, Top Dogg, show me some love\n  I got my game face, gun in my waist, blaze the place\n  With that yard weed, you know the God we, remember that?\n  You know me, ten second Rollie, Bob Marley's fat\n\n  Hey ma I'm hollering, tryna see if you swallowing\n  You tryna pick out which ride you hopping in\n  I know you wanna ride, c'mon let's roll\n  Ayo I know you wanna roll, c'mon let's ride\n  Hey ma I'm hollering, tryna see if you swallowing\n  You tryna pick out which ride you hopping in\n  I know you wanna ride, c'mon let's roll\n  Ayo I know you wanna roll, c'mon let's ride\n\n  It's 650 by the curb and a fifty of herb\n  Three sixes by the 650, that's by the curb\n  Number six on the throwback, Julius Erv'\n  Pound on 36 and dice so you can observe\n\n  These niggas stepping on the scene, MVPs of the team\n  Stepping out a Yukon like Khalid El-Amin, nah mean?\n  Starang Wondah picking and crisp\n  You know me, low key bitch, lips on the spliff\n  Skinny nigga, I ain't got no time to exercise\n  Step to God, motherfuckers lives will jeopardize, yo recognize\n\n  That we dead in the hood, but not dead in the hood\n  You know your boy boy credit line is good\n  Can't afford to see a sket get tore, same as the law\n  Stick clubs and smoke purple like we wanna play y'all\n\n  No matter what we go through\n  We gonna stick together\n\n  Got on my Timb boots, Carhartt jeans suit\n  Bulletproof vehicle, that's how we steam through\n  Ten to 20 niggas deep with mean mugs, rolling up drugs\n  Bouncers wanna throw us out, but we ain't giving a fuck\n  I'm three star, general, who you?\n  Cowards wanna disrespect the God, screw you\n  Bet if I put the Smith & Wesson to your head and squeeze it\n  Kill all the beef and send you to meet Jesus\n  Say y'all, rappers get hate on\n  Waiting on my downfall, mad cause we stay strong\n  Most record labels too scared to deal with some real shit\n  Bet they all ride the dick when they feel this\n  Duck Down bitch, you in Bucktown\n  Little homie played big man and got struck down\n  Ain't nann motherfucker safe in this game we walk in\n  Putting in work 'til I'm laid in the coffin\n  Play hard, scrape y'all, thang on my waist y'all\n  Lick a nigga's face off, BC\n  Everything we been through, we still together\n  Keep sons on the block just to dead ya\n\n  Roll with me, ride with me\n  You can get dissed to your side or side with me\n  Whether it's raw or it's cooked beef\n  We serve fiends proteins in our hooks and beats\n  From the snow to the sleet, sleet to the rain\n  Feet in the game 'til every nigga eating the same\n  I can't quit, drama then we handle it\n  Cause every man'll flip with no prob\n  Wanna play ball, get your squad\n  My shit is for niggas behind bars\n  Who do crime, do time and do time hard\n  Play to y'all, lift heavy, get ready for the massacre\n  We came a long way after ya\n  I see them niggas gassed you cuz, you really ain't half the thug\n  You just an average nigga flapping for love\n\n  No matter what we go through\n  We gonna get the cheddar\n\n  Hey ma I'm hollering, tryna see if you swallowing\n  You tryna pick out which ride you hopping in\n  I know you wanna ride, c'mon let's roll\n  Ayo I know you wanna roll, c'mon let's ride\n  Hey ma I'm hollering, tryna see if you swallowing\n  You tryna pick out which ride you hopping in\n  I know you wanna ride, c'mon let's roll\n  Ayo I know you wanna roll, c'mon let's ride\n\n  Hey ma I'm hollering, tryna see if you swallowing\n  You tryna pick out which ride you hopping in\n  I know you wanna roll, c'mon let's ride\n  I know you wanna ride, c'mon let's roll\n  Yeah, BCC\n  That nigga Hennyville, Hennyville y'all\n  All day Tek and Steele\n  S-T-R-A-N-G\n  Top Dogg, where we at yo?\n  2 G until\n  Yeah, yeah, uh-huh\n  Hey ma I'm hollering, tryna see if you swallowing\n  You tryna pick out, you hopping in\n"}]