[{"id":5372119,"name":"Ghetto Prophets","trackName":"Ghetto Prophets","artistName":"Cam’ron feat. A-Trak & Conway the Machine","albumName":"Ghetto Prophets","duration":188.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ayo, A-Trak, man\nLet me tell you what the fuck happened the other day, man\nListen (Crazy)\nRight, look\n\nI picked her up in my sports car (Vroom)\nShe hopped in, tight jeans, sports bra (Hey)\nShe about a seven, so I took her a four-star\nCan't front, I was harder than a doorknob (Shit, I was)\nWe was done, I said \"Here go your report card\"\nA C+, she was like, \"Hell nah\"\nYou kept kissin' it, you wasn't on your job\nThen I grabbed the back of your head, you got your jaws raw\nShe said, \"Keep it to yourself, no rebelling\"\nI said, \"Bitch, we ain't kiss, don't worry 'bout me telling\"\nLook here, I'm a fella, some say I'm compellin' (Well, I am)\nI'm what you get, Boston Jaws mixed with Margiela (What up?)\nAnd Margiela's in the glove, I got the semi' cocked\nDon't talk old money if you never had a Penzi box (What's that?)\nGo 'head and Google that, Killa, I'm talkin' snappin' facts (Facts)\nI'm gettin' milky money, you can keep the apple jack\nStop playin', you know I'm gettin'\nTo that low (Stop playin' with me, nigga)\nTwo new Virgil colorways, I just got 'em both (Hahaha)\nDrip, drip, drip, ninety-two hundred for my coat (Drip)\nWhite girl and doggy-dogg, I sold 'em both (Haha)\nNiggas stacked up five-hundred thousand sellin' dope (Back)\nInfinity pools and ocean views, right by the coast\nSwitch on the pole, youngin' gon' up it if it's smoke (Brr)\nSwitch on the pole, nigga, this- (Boom, boom, boom, boom)\nHip-hop snap this rap factory (Hello), GATs all in the faculty\nY'all sleep, I sleep with a half a mil' and a sack to me (Yeah)\nGirls rollin' up saks for me, niggas pumpin' they packs for me\nActually a girl bleedin', happy ending, she jackin' me\nHomie, I came from nothin', tell 'em an introduction\nThe crack era destruction, you shoot in it or you bluffin'\nIf not, 'nuff with the fussin', keep cuttin', paint a discussion\nWe shoot in it at your muffin, I fill you turkeys with stuffin'\nI'm only bein' honest, much up, suit was orange\nFuck bein' opp to the T, I shot niggas in my pajamas\nA-Trak, let's change the genre (Genre), I fill festivals (Yeah)\nWord to bless Shaq moms, we're off the Sandra (Hallelujah)\nYou know me, karma after karma (Karma)\nHuh, karma after karma (Karma)\nGot that old white girl, you can call her Madonna (Brr)\nAnd this thing on my hip, it's a sawed-off\nStop playin', you know I'm gettin'\nTo that low (Stop playin' with me, nigga)\nTwo new Virgil colorways, I just got 'em both (Hahaha)\nDrip, drip, drip, ninety-two hundred for my coat (Drip)\nWhite girl and doggy-dogg, I sold 'em both (Haha)\nNiggas stacked up five-hundred thousand sellin' dope (Back)\nInfinity pools and ocean views, right by the coast\nSwitch on the pole, youngin' gon' up it if it's smoke (Brr)\nSwitch on the pole, nigga, this- (Boom, boom, boom, boom)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ghetto Prophets\n  artist: Cam’ron feat. A-Trak & Conway the Machine\n  album: Ghetto Prophets\n  duration_ms: 188000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ayo, A-Trak, man\n  Let me tell you what the fuck happened the other day, man\n  Listen (Crazy)\n  Right, look\n\n  I picked her up in my sports car (Vroom)\n  She hopped in, tight jeans, sports bra (Hey)\n  She about a seven, so I took her a four-star\n  Can't front, I was harder than a doorknob (Shit, I was)\n  We was done, I said \"Here go your report card\"\n  A C+, she was like, \"Hell nah\"\n  You kept kissin' it, you wasn't on your job\n  Then I grabbed the back of your head, you got your jaws raw\n  She said, \"Keep it to yourself, no rebelling\"\n  I said, \"Bitch, we ain't kiss, don't worry 'bout me telling\"\n  Look here, I'm a fella, some say I'm compellin' (Well, I am)\n  I'm what you get, Boston Jaws mixed with Margiela (What up?)\n  And Margiela's in the glove, I got the semi' cocked\n  Don't talk old money if you never had a Penzi box (What's that?)\n  Go 'head and Google that, Killa, I'm talkin' snappin' facts (Facts)\n  I'm gettin' milky money, you can keep the apple jack\n  Stop playin', you know I'm gettin'\n  To that low (Stop playin' with me, nigga)\n  Two new Virgil colorways, I just got 'em both (Hahaha)\n  Drip, drip, drip, ninety-two hundred for my coat (Drip)\n  White girl and doggy-dogg, I sold 'em both (Haha)\n  Niggas stacked up five-hundred thousand sellin' dope (Back)\n  Infinity pools and ocean views, right by the coast\n  Switch on the pole, youngin' gon' up it if it's smoke (Brr)\n  Switch on the pole, nigga, this- (Boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  Hip-hop snap this rap factory (Hello), GATs all in the faculty\n  Y'all sleep, I sleep with a half a mil' and a sack to me (Yeah)\n  Girls rollin' up saks for me, niggas pumpin' they packs for me\n  Actually a girl bleedin', happy ending, she jackin' me\n  Homie, I came from nothin', tell 'em an introduction\n  The crack era destruction, you shoot in it or you bluffin'\n  If not, 'nuff with the fussin', keep cuttin', paint a discussion\n  We shoot in it at your muffin, I fill you turkeys with stuffin'\n  I'm only bein' honest, much up, suit was orange\n  Fuck bein' opp to the T, I shot niggas in my pajamas\n  A-Trak, let's change the genre (Genre), I fill festivals (Yeah)\n  Word to bless Shaq moms, we're off the Sandra (Hallelujah)\n  You know me, karma after karma (Karma)\n  Huh, karma after karma (Karma)\n  Got that old white girl, you can call her Madonna (Brr)\n  And this thing on my hip, it's a sawed-off\n  Stop playin', you know I'm gettin'\n  To that low (Stop playin' with me, nigga)\n  Two new Virgil colorways, I just got 'em both (Hahaha)\n  Drip, drip, drip, ninety-two hundred for my coat (Drip)\n  White girl and doggy-dogg, I sold 'em both (Haha)\n  Niggas stacked up five-hundred thousand sellin' dope (Back)\n  Infinity pools and ocean views, right by the coast\n  Switch on the pole, youngin' gon' up it if it's smoke (Brr)\n  Switch on the pole, nigga, this- (Boom, boom, boom, boom)\n"},{"id":5372120,"name":"Ghetto Prophets","trackName":"Ghetto Prophets","artistName":"Cam'Ron","albumName":"U Wasn't There","duration":188.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ayo, A-Trak, man\nLet me tell you what the fuck happened the other day, man\nListen (Crazy)\nRight, look\n\nI picked her up in my sports car (Vroom)\nShe hopped in, tight jeans, sports bra (Hey)\nShe about a seven, so I took her a four-star\nCan't front, I was harder than a doorknob (Shit, I was)\nWe was done, I said \"Here go your report card\"\nA C+, she was like, \"Hell nah\"\nYou kept kissin' it, you wasn't on your job\nThen I grabbed the back of your head, you got your jaws raw\nShe said, \"Keep it to yourself, no rebelling\"\nI said, \"Bitch, we ain't kiss, don't worry 'bout me telling\"\nLook here, I'm a fella, some say I'm compellin' (Well, I am)\nI'm what you get, Boston Jaws mixed with Margiela (What up?)\nAnd Margiela's in the glove, I got the semi' cocked\nDon't talk old money if you never had a Penzi box (What's that?)\nGo 'head and Google that, Killa, I'm talkin' snappin' facts (Facts)\nI'm gettin' milky money, you can keep the apple jack\nStop playin', you know I'm gettin'\nTo that low (Stop playin' with me, nigga)\nTwo new Virgil colorways, I just got 'em both (Hahaha)\nDrip, drip, drip, ninety-two hundred for my coat (Drip)\nWhite girl and doggy-dogg, I sold 'em both (Haha)\nNiggas stacked up five-hundred thousand sellin' dope (Back)\nInfinity pools and ocean views, right by the coast\nSwitch on the pole, youngin' gon' up it if it's smoke (Brr)\nSwitch on the pole, nigga, this- (Boom, boom, boom, boom)\nHip-hop snap this rap factory (Hello), GATs all in the faculty\nY'all sleep, I sleep with a half a mil' and a sack to me (Yeah)\nGirls rollin' up saks for me, niggas pumpin' they packs for me\nActually a girl bleedin', happy ending, she jackin' me\nHomie, I came from nothin', tell 'em an introduction\nThe crack era destruction, you shoot in it or you bluffin'\nIf not, 'nuff with the fussin', keep cuttin', paint a discussion\nWe shoot in it at your muffin, I fill you turkeys with stuffin'\nI'm only bein' honest, much up, suit was orange\nFuck bein' opp to the T, I shot niggas in my pajamas\nA-Trak, let's change the genre (Genre), I fill festivals (Yeah)\nWord to bless Shaq moms, we're off the Sandra (Hallelujah)\nYou know me, karma after karma (Karma)\nHuh, karma after karma (Karma)\nGot that old white girl, you can call her Madonna (Brr)\nAnd this thing on my hip, it's a sawed-off\nStop playin', you know I'm gettin'\nTo that low (Stop playin' with me, nigga)\nTwo new Virgil colorways, I just got 'em both (Hahaha)\nDrip, drip, drip, ninety-two hundred for my coat (Drip)\nWhite girl and doggy-dogg, I sold 'em both (Haha)\nNiggas stacked up five-hundred thousand sellin' dope (Back)\nInfinity pools and ocean views, right by the coast\nSwitch on the pole, youngin' gon' up it if it's smoke (Brr)\nSwitch on the pole, nigga, this- (Boom, boom, boom, boom)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ghetto Prophets\n  artist: Cam'Ron\n  album: U Wasn't There\n  duration_ms: 188000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ayo, A-Trak, man\n  Let me tell you what the fuck happened the other day, man\n  Listen (Crazy)\n  Right, look\n\n  I picked her up in my sports car (Vroom)\n  She hopped in, tight jeans, sports bra (Hey)\n  She about a seven, so I took her a four-star\n  Can't front, I was harder than a doorknob (Shit, I was)\n  We was done, I said \"Here go your report card\"\n  A C+, she was like, \"Hell nah\"\n  You kept kissin' it, you wasn't on your job\n  Then I grabbed the back of your head, you got your jaws raw\n  She said, \"Keep it to yourself, no rebelling\"\n  I said, \"Bitch, we ain't kiss, don't worry 'bout me telling\"\n  Look here, I'm a fella, some say I'm compellin' (Well, I am)\n  I'm what you get, Boston Jaws mixed with Margiela (What up?)\n  And Margiela's in the glove, I got the semi' cocked\n  Don't talk old money if you never had a Penzi box (What's that?)\n  Go 'head and Google that, Killa, I'm talkin' snappin' facts (Facts)\n  I'm gettin' milky money, you can keep the apple jack\n  Stop playin', you know I'm gettin'\n  To that low (Stop playin' with me, nigga)\n  Two new Virgil colorways, I just got 'em both (Hahaha)\n  Drip, drip, drip, ninety-two hundred for my coat (Drip)\n  White girl and doggy-dogg, I sold 'em both (Haha)\n  Niggas stacked up five-hundred thousand sellin' dope (Back)\n  Infinity pools and ocean views, right by the coast\n  Switch on the pole, youngin' gon' up it if it's smoke (Brr)\n  Switch on the pole, nigga, this- (Boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  Hip-hop snap this rap factory (Hello), GATs all in the faculty\n  Y'all sleep, I sleep with a half a mil' and a sack to me (Yeah)\n  Girls rollin' up saks for me, niggas pumpin' they packs for me\n  Actually a girl bleedin', happy ending, she jackin' me\n  Homie, I came from nothin', tell 'em an introduction\n  The crack era destruction, you shoot in it or you bluffin'\n  If not, 'nuff with the fussin', keep cuttin', paint a discussion\n  We shoot in it at your muffin, I fill you turkeys with stuffin'\n  I'm only bein' honest, much up, suit was orange\n  Fuck bein' opp to the T, I shot niggas in my pajamas\n  A-Trak, let's change the genre (Genre), I fill festivals (Yeah)\n  Word to bless Shaq moms, we're off the Sandra (Hallelujah)\n  You know me, karma after karma (Karma)\n  Huh, karma after karma (Karma)\n  Got that old white girl, you can call her Madonna (Brr)\n  And this thing on my hip, it's a sawed-off\n  Stop playin', you know I'm gettin'\n  To that low (Stop playin' with me, nigga)\n  Two new Virgil colorways, I just got 'em both (Hahaha)\n  Drip, drip, drip, ninety-two hundred for my coat (Drip)\n  White girl and doggy-dogg, I sold 'em both (Haha)\n  Niggas stacked up five-hundred thousand sellin' dope (Back)\n  Infinity pools and ocean views, right by the coast\n  Switch on the pole, youngin' gon' up it if it's smoke (Brr)\n  Switch on the pole, nigga, this- (Boom, boom, boom, boom)\n"}]