[{"id":31640161,"name":"Underground Thang","trackName":"Underground Thang","artistName":"Bun B.","albumName":"II Trill","duration":268.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Can't knock the hustle man\nDon't hate the playa, hate the game, gotta love it man\nCatch me flippin' grippin' grain in the turning lane\nTrunk on bang cause it's an underground thing\nCause I'm an underground king\nCan't knock the hustle man\nDon't hate the playa, hate the game, gotta love it man\nCatch me flippin' grippin' grain in the turning lane\nTrunk on bang cause it's an underground thing\nCause I'm an underground king\n\nIt's Bun B the king of the trill and I'm bringing the steel\nBringing the macs and bitch it's a fact\nIt's that gangsta shit, I'm bringing it back\nI went from slangin' the crack to slangin' the tracks\nAnd slangin' my skills since '92 and slangin' it still\nSo bring who you feel, bring who you feelin'\n\nBring 'em around and I'mma lay 'em down\nIt's just another sound bwoy killin'\nRude bwoy wanna test\nBetter make sure rude bwoy got on his vest\n\n'Fore I put a bunch of bananas on his chest\nThese monkey niggas on that monkey shit\nSpecial evolver, I'm 'bout to go\nGorilla and kill 'em with the revolver\n\nSo go on pimpin' you's a chimp and I'm a blue back\nYou ain't ready for the blow back bitch and you already knew that\nSo bring who you wanna bring on, I'mma go King Kong\nAnd squeeze him 'til he come up off his cream like a ding-dong\nStanding on top of the towers of Transco\n\nBeating my chest so it's best you and your mans know\nI'm an underground king\n\nCan't knock the hustle man\nDon't hate the playa, hate the game, gotta love it man\nCatch me flippin' grippin' grain in the turning lane\nTrunk on bang cause it's an underground thing\nCause I'm an underground king\nCan't knock the hustle man\nDon't hate the playa, hate the game, gotta love it man\nCatch me flippin' grippin' grain in the turning lane\nTrunk on bang cause it's an underground thing\nCause I'm an underground king\n\nI'm an underground king for life\nIn my shoes like me and E.D.I\nTattoo that shoe, man it's an island\nNigga you the pig you barbecue\nSoundScan, short grove, bumpin' ride like Tylo\nFake Christ, cloudy ice, you's a foe with Tony Snow\n\nBald-faced liar tryin' to call me a snitch\nI did four in population with a bald face bitch\n\nIf it wasn't for that Bun niggas might not know my name no mo'\nBut every time they gave him a mic he told them hoes to let me go\n\nFree Jack Tripper, sippin' on nippers\nGrippin' the grain, playin' with Kai\n\nPull that zipper, she ain't twister\nShe get money face when it's in her mouth\nNigga you know what I'm about\n\nIf you silent I'm gon' ride\nI run the South, this my house\nI tell the truth even when I lie\nAtlanta is a country, them Georgia boys cool\nIt's all you out of town faggot niggas fuckin' up all the rules\nThat ain't blow that's recon, that ain't 'dro that's popcorn\nYou fuckin' right they comin' back like\nYou sellin' the key cause they stepped on\n\nCan't knock the hustle man\nDon't hate the playa, hate the game, gotta love it man\nCatch me flippin' grippin' grain in the turning lane\nTrunk on bang cause it's an underground thing\nCause I'm an underground king\nCan't knock the hustle man\nDon't hate the playa, hate the game, gotta love it man\nCatch me flippin' grippin' grain in the turning lane\nTrunk on bang cause it's an underground thing\nCause I'm an underground king\n\nIf I go below the bars of the cars I'm stayin' up in the foreign\n\nOne to wake up my neighbors and the other cooks in the morning\nIf me and Bun wasn't tourin' I swear the game would be boring\nIf being fake was a felony all y'all rappers be starin'\nIn America's most wanted, I miss that Pimp and that Pac\nSo it seems that me and Bun B is the realest breedin' you got\nMy paper chase gettin' faster, I'm even beatin' the clock\nWhen it comes to Gs the tick-tock is gonna get beat 'til it die\nI paid first to the hustle so let my fetus ashone\nWhen I pull out them baby Benjamins and I skeet on your dome\n\nI'm secreting the doe, so don't leave your woman alone\nOr I turn my dick to a dollar and give your woman a loan\nMy presence on Texas streets is something that's easy to spot\nI assassinate concrete, for the Gs I'm bleeding the block\n\nBoys'll see me on swangas and think it's easy to plot\nBut I bet them boys that's behind me ain't gon' be beaming up Scott\nHear me out\n\nCan't knock the hustle man\nDon't hate the playa, hate the game, gotta love it man\nCatch me flippin' grippin' grain in the turning lane\nTrunk on bang cause it's an underground thing\nCause I'm an underground king\nCan't knock the hustle man\nDon't hate the playa, hate the game, gotta love it man\nCatch me flippin' grippin' grain in the turning lane\nTrunk on bang cause it's an underground thing\nCause I'm an underground king","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.20] Can't knock the hustle man\n[00:01.85] Don't hate the playa, hate the game, gotta love it man\n[00:05.41] Catch me flippin' grippin' grain in the turning lane\n[00:08.27] Trunk on bang cause it's an underground thing\n[00:11.21] Cause I'm an underground king\n[00:13.46] Can't knock the hustle man\n[00:15.18] Don't hate the playa, hate the game, gotta love it man\n[00:18.69] Catch me flippin' grippin' grain in the turning lane\n[00:21.47] Trunk on bang cause it's an underground thing\n[00:24.40] Cause I'm an underground king\n[00:25.93] It's Bun B the king of the trill and I'm bringing the steel\n[00:29.21] Bringing the macs and bitch it's a fact\n[00:31.11] It's that gangsta shit, I'm bringing it back\n[00:33.48] I went from slangin' the crack to slangin' the tracks\n[00:35.90] And slangin' my skills since '92 and slangin' it still\n[00:39.15] So bring who you feel, bring who you feelin'\n[00:41.75] Bring 'em around and I'mma lay 'em down\n[00:43.75] It's just another sound bwoy killin'\n[00:45.85] Rude bwoy wanna test\n[00:47.58] Better make sure rude bwoy got on his vest\n[00:49.92] 'Fore I put a bunch of bananas on his chest\n[00:52.42] These monkey niggas on that monkey shit\n[00:54.93] Special evolver, I'm 'bout to go\n[00:57.08] Gorilla and kill 'em with the revolver\n[00:59.83] So go on pimpin' you's a chimp and I'm a blue back\n[01:02.60] You ain't ready for the blow back bitch and you already knew that\n[01:05.92] So bring who you wanna bring on, I'mma go King Kong\n[01:09.43] And squeeze him 'til he come up off his cream like a ding-dong\n[01:13.18] Standing on top of the towers of Transco\n[01:15.67] Beating my chest so it's best you and your mans know\n[01:18.45] I'm an underground king\n[01:19.90] Can't knock the hustle man\n[01:21.43] Don't hate the playa, hate the game, gotta love it man\n[01:24.97] Catch me flippin' grippin' grain in the turning lane\n[01:27.86] Trunk on bang cause it's an underground thing\n[01:30.85] Cause I'm an underground king\n[01:33.03] Can't knock the hustle man\n[01:34.65] Don't hate the playa, hate the game, gotta love it man\n[01:38.24] Catch me flippin' grippin' grain in the turning lane\n[01:41.10] Trunk on bang cause it's an underground thing\n[01:44.06] Cause I'm an underground king\n[01:45.77] I'm an underground king for life\n[01:47.71] In my shoes like me and E.D.I\n[01:49.38] Tattoo that shoe, man it's an island\n[01:51.05] Nigga you the pig you barbecue\n[01:52.61] SoundScan, short grove, bumpin' ride like Tylo\n[01:56.03] Fake Christ, cloudy ice, you's a foe with Tony Snow\n[01:59.31] Bald-faced liar tryin' to call me a snitch\n[02:02.17] I did four in population with a bald face bitch\n[02:05.79] If it wasn't for that Bun niggas might not know my name no mo'\n[02:09.19] But every time they gave him a mic he told them hoes to let me go\n[02:12.69] Free Jack Tripper, sippin' on nippers\n[02:14.32] Grippin' the grain, playin' with Kai\n[02:15.93] Pull that zipper, she ain't twister\n[02:17.48] She get money face when it's in her mouth\n[02:19.25] Nigga you know what I'm about\n[02:20.95] If you silent I'm gon' ride\n[02:22.40] I run the South, this my house\n[02:24.09] I tell the truth even when I lie\n[02:26.13] Atlanta is a country, them Georgia boys cool\n[02:29.49] It's all you out of town faggot niggas fuckin' up all the rules\n[02:32.55] That ain't blow that's recon, that ain't 'dro that's popcorn\n[02:35.82] You fuckin' right they comin' back like\n[02:37.31] You sellin' the key cause they stepped on\n[02:40.52] Can't knock the hustle man\n[02:41.09] Don't hate the playa, hate the game, gotta love it man\n[02:44.57] Catch me flippin' grippin' grain in the turning lane\n[02:47.45] Trunk on bang cause it's an underground thing\n[02:50.34] Cause I'm an underground king\n[02:52.51] Can't knock the hustle man\n[02:54.25] Don't hate the playa, hate the game, gotta love it man\n[02:57.30] Catch me flippin' grippin' grain in the turning lane\n[03:01.18] Trunk on bang cause it's an underground thing\n[03:03.36] Cause I'm an underground king\n[03:05.38] If I go below the bars of the cars I'm stayin' up in the foreign\n[03:08.64] One to wake up my neighbors and the other cooks in the morning\n[03:11.68] If me and Bun wasn't tourin' I swear the game would be boring\n[03:15.02] If being fake was a felony all y'all rappers be starin'\n[03:18.35] In America's most wanted, I miss that Pimp and that Pac\n[03:21.56] So it seems that me and Bun B is the realest breedin' you got\n[03:24.91] My paper chase gettin' faster, I'm even beatin' the clock\n[03:28.25] When it comes to Gs the tick-tock is gonna get beat 'til it die\n[03:31.65] I paid first to the hustle so let my fetus ashone\n[03:34.83] When I pull out them baby Benjamins and I skeet on your dome\n[03:38.48] I'm secreting the doe, so don't leave your woman alone\n[03:41.54] Or I turn my dick to a dollar and give your woman a loan\n[03:44.89] My presence on Texas streets is something that's easy to spot\n[03:48.12] I assassinate concrete, for the Gs I'm bleeding the block\n[03:51.64] Boys'll see me on swangas and think it's easy to plot\n[03:54.78] But I bet them boys that's behind me ain't gon' be beaming up Scott\n[03:58.35] Hear me out\n[03:59.03] Can't knock the hustle man\n[04:00.53] Don't hate the playa, hate the game, gotta love it man\n[04:04.18] Catch me flippin' grippin' grain in the turning lane\n[04:06.95] Trunk on bang cause it's an underground thing\n[04:10.05] Cause I'm an underground king\n[04:12.17] Can't knock the hustle man\n[04:13.82] Don't hate the playa, hate the game, gotta love it man\n[04:17.32] Catch me flippin' grippin' grain in the turning lane\n[04:20.21] Trunk on bang cause it's an underground thing\n[04:23.14] Cause I'm an underground king\n[04:28.24] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Underground Thang\n  artist: Bun B.\n  album: II Trill\n  duration_ms: 268000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Can't knock the hustle man\n  start_ms: 200\n  end_ms: 1850\n- text: Don't hate the playa, hate the 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cause it's an underground thing\n  start_ms: 260210\n  end_ms: 263140\n- text: Cause I'm an underground king\n  start_ms: 263140\n  end_ms: 268240\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 268240\nplain: |-\n  Can't knock the hustle man\n  Don't hate the playa, hate the game, gotta love it man\n  Catch me flippin' grippin' grain in the turning lane\n  Trunk on bang cause it's an underground thing\n  Cause I'm an underground king\n  Can't knock the hustle man\n  Don't hate the playa, hate the game, gotta love it man\n  Catch me flippin' grippin' grain in the turning lane\n  Trunk on bang cause it's an underground thing\n  Cause I'm an underground king\n\n  It's Bun B the king of the trill and I'm bringing the steel\n  Bringing the macs and bitch it's a fact\n  It's that gangsta shit, I'm bringing it back\n  I went from slangin' the crack to slangin' the tracks\n  And slangin' my skills since '92 and slangin' it still\n  So bring who you feel, bring who you feelin'\n\n  Bring 'em around and I'mma lay 'em down\n  It's just another sound bwoy killin'\n  Rude bwoy wanna test\n  Better make sure rude bwoy got on his vest\n\n  'Fore I put a bunch of bananas on his chest\n  These monkey niggas on that monkey shit\n  Special evolver, I'm 'bout to go\n  Gorilla and kill 'em with the revolver\n\n  So go on pimpin' you's a chimp and I'm a blue back\n  You ain't ready for the blow back bitch and you already knew that\n  So bring who you wanna bring on, I'mma go King Kong\n  And squeeze him 'til he come up off his cream like a ding-dong\n  Standing on top of the towers of Transco\n\n  Beating my chest so it's best you and your mans know\n  I'm an underground king\n\n  Can't knock the hustle man\n  Don't hate the playa, hate the game, gotta love it man\n  Catch me flippin' grippin' grain in the turning lane\n  Trunk on bang cause it's an underground thing\n  Cause I'm an underground king\n  Can't knock the hustle man\n  Don't hate the playa, hate the game, gotta love it man\n  Catch me flippin' grippin' grain in the turning lane\n  Trunk on bang cause it's an underground thing\n  Cause I'm an underground king\n\n  I'm an underground king for life\n  In my shoes like me and E.D.I\n  Tattoo that shoe, man it's an island\n  Nigga you the pig you barbecue\n  SoundScan, short grove, bumpin' ride like Tylo\n  Fake Christ, cloudy ice, you's a foe with Tony Snow\n\n  Bald-faced liar tryin' to call me a snitch\n  I did four in population with a bald face bitch\n\n  If it wasn't for that Bun niggas might not know my name no mo'\n  But every time they gave him a mic he told them hoes to let me go\n\n  Free Jack Tripper, sippin' on nippers\n  Grippin' the grain, playin' with Kai\n\n  Pull that zipper, she ain't twister\n  She get money face when it's in her mouth\n  Nigga you know what I'm about\n\n  If you silent I'm gon' ride\n  I run the South, this my house\n  I tell the truth even when I lie\n  Atlanta is a country, them Georgia boys cool\n  It's all you out of town faggot niggas fuckin' up all the rules\n  That ain't blow that's recon, that ain't 'dro that's popcorn\n  You fuckin' right they comin' back like\n  You sellin' the key cause they stepped on\n\n  Can't knock the hustle man\n  Don't hate the playa, hate the game, gotta love it man\n  Catch me flippin' grippin' grain in the turning lane\n  Trunk on bang cause it's an underground thing\n  Cause I'm an underground king\n  Can't knock the hustle man\n  Don't hate the playa, hate the game, gotta love it man\n  Catch me flippin' grippin' grain in the turning lane\n  Trunk on bang cause it's an underground thing\n  Cause I'm an underground king\n\n  If I go below the bars of the cars I'm stayin' up in the foreign\n\n  One to wake up my neighbors and the other cooks in the morning\n  If me and Bun wasn't tourin' I swear the game would be boring\n  If being fake was a felony all y'all rappers be starin'\n  In America's most wanted, I miss that Pimp and that Pac\n  So it seems that me and Bun B is the realest breedin' you got\n  My paper chase gettin' faster, I'm even beatin' the clock\n  When it comes to Gs the tick-tock is gonna get beat 'til it die\n  I paid first to the hustle so let my fetus ashone\n  When I pull out them baby Benjamins and I skeet on your dome\n\n  I'm secreting the doe, so don't leave your woman alone\n  Or I turn my dick to a dollar and give your woman a loan\n  My presence on Texas streets is something that's easy to spot\n  I assassinate concrete, for the Gs I'm bleeding the block\n\n  Boys'll see me on swangas and think it's easy to plot\n  But I bet them boys that's behind me ain't gon' be beaming up Scott\n  Hear me out\n\n  Can't knock the hustle man\n  Don't hate the playa, hate the game, gotta love it man\n  Catch me flippin' grippin' grain in the turning lane\n  Trunk on bang cause it's an underground thing\n  Cause I'm an underground king\n  Can't knock the hustle man\n  Don't hate the playa, hate the game, gotta love it man\n  Catch me flippin' grippin' grain in the turning lane\n  Trunk on bang cause it's an underground thing\n  Cause I'm an underground king\n"}]