[{"id":35205561,"name":"More Reasons","trackName":"More Reasons","artistName":"Cam’ron","albumName":"Purple Haze","duration":270.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, uh, I rock baguettes with hoodies, it's like extra goody\n\nI couldn't break dance y'all (Nope) or electric boogie (Fuck that)\nI was obsessed with cookie (Uh), I want the sex of Cookie (Fuck her)\nShe said forget a nookie, wipe my nose, go get them boogies (What?)\nI gave Cookie noogies (Fuck her) with the girls got known\nThis my two brim hat, call me Sherlock Holmes (What?)\nWhole world got blown, so I tell hoes (What?)\nFuck Lees and shelltoes, these kangaroos are velcro\n\n(Y'know, I kept a little two dollars in the\nZipper part right there, you know the ones)\nTimberland moccasins (Uh-huh), dimes and the penny loafers\nA train, one bus, sure I had plenty chauffeurs\n\nUncle, plenty holsters, doja, soldiers, hostess\nNot God, but like golf, he had plenty golfers\nCan't get paid in a earth this big, you worthless kid\nCam don't deserve to live (No respect)\nBack then I played for gauchos\nWent over to Riverside, young life, therm left\nWe back over to Riverside, Blood play for Stone Gem\n\nThat's when I told him and Jim, \"We ain't ballin' for real\n\nWhere's the stone gems? Where's the chrome rims?\"\nThat's when you changin' lanes\nYeah, we changin' lanes, we gained a sprain, changed the game\nAnd not namin' names, but came famous like Dana Dane\nConnect 4 Life is, the TEC kept us righteous\n'Cause yes, expect a crisis when it's connects and prices (Goddamn)\nI had to hustle harder, move up my muscle margin\n\nSeen New Jack City, copped me a couple Carters\nAnd that's word to my father, send a bird to my father\nDove love, R.I.P. on his early departure\nI'm just merely a author, but I'm purely a baller\n\nEvery Friday, cross the street and I creep with Ms. Parker\n\nIt's for your whips and kicks and clothes\n(All of the reasons) So we can get with the motto\n(All of the reasons) Hit the strip with the gift, we're set to blow\nNow you know all of the reasons why we chase the dough\n(It's for your whips and kicks and clothes) All of the reasons\n(So we can get with the motto) All of the reasons\n(Hit the strip with the gift, we're set to blow)\nNow you know all of the reasons why we chase the dough\n\nKilla, uh, I'm that nigga, man\n\nLet me break it down real simple for y'all (230 carats, nigga)\nUh, listen, yo, and I'm very prestigious\nVery), you have various leases (Very)\nOn my pieces, painted 'em cherry and peaches\n\nChicks cherry and peaches, they had\nCherried the heaters (What they did?)\nInfo on the toast, hustled up various reefer\nIthaca, Indica (What else?), hydro, Y.O. (What else?)\nHaze on delivery, live hold, five-oh (Five-oh?)\nBut kept the four-five for wise guys with eyes low (Uh)\nPick me up from four-five, CL55, whoa\n\nPlayin' Grand Theft Auto, they like Diablo\nMy crew's the Triads, see Santana cop four\nBut they some slimmies who could rock a Jimmy Choo shoe\nNext day, velour sweatsuit, construction Timmy boots\nDon't be no guinea, boo, you rock that Fendi, you\nBe drinkin' Henny too, coupe color is Winnie Pooh\nAnd they skinny, who? They had my favorite rum\n\nNot a six-four, five-fo', but made it jump\nShout Shae-Shae LaFunk, he keep the K in pump\n\nHe ain't never scared, never scared, raise the trunk\nWe'll just lay and dump, play the punk, spray the chump\nThe way they runnin', I guess they could relate to Dunk\nAs far as that is\n\n(It's for your whips and kicks and clothes) All of the reasons\n(So we can get with the motto) All of the reasons\n(Hit the strip with the gift, we're set to blow)\nNow you know all of the reasons why we chase the dough","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: More Reasons\n  artist: Cam’ron\n  album: Purple Haze\n  duration_ms: 270000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, uh, I rock baguettes with hoodies, it's like extra goody\n\n  I couldn't break dance y'all (Nope) or electric boogie (Fuck that)\n  I was obsessed with cookie (Uh), I want the sex of Cookie (Fuck her)\n  She said forget a nookie, wipe my nose, go get them boogies (What?)\n  I gave Cookie noogies (Fuck her) with the girls got known\n  This my two brim hat, call me Sherlock Holmes (What?)\n  Whole world got blown, so I tell hoes (What?)\n  Fuck Lees and shelltoes, these kangaroos are velcro\n\n  (Y'know, I kept a little two dollars in the\n  Zipper part right there, you know the ones)\n  Timberland moccasins (Uh-huh), dimes and the penny loafers\n  A train, one bus, sure I had plenty chauffeurs\n\n  Uncle, plenty holsters, doja, soldiers, hostess\n  Not God, but like golf, he had plenty golfers\n  Can't get paid in a earth this big, you worthless kid\n  Cam don't deserve to live (No respect)\n  Back then I played for gauchos\n  Went over to Riverside, young life, therm left\n  We back over to Riverside, Blood play for Stone Gem\n\n  That's when I told him and Jim, \"We ain't ballin' for real\n\n  Where's the stone gems? Where's the chrome rims?\"\n  That's when you changin' lanes\n  Yeah, we changin' lanes, we gained a sprain, changed the game\n  And not namin' names, but came famous like Dana Dane\n  Connect 4 Life is, the TEC kept us righteous\n  'Cause yes, expect a crisis when it's connects and prices (Goddamn)\n  I had to hustle harder, move up my muscle margin\n\n  Seen New Jack City, copped me a couple Carters\n  And that's word to my father, send a bird to my father\n  Dove love, R.I.P. on his early departure\n  I'm just merely a author, but I'm purely a baller\n\n  Every Friday, cross the street and I creep with Ms. Parker\n\n  It's for your whips and kicks and clothes\n  (All of the reasons) So we can get with the motto\n  (All of the reasons) Hit the strip with the gift, we're set to blow\n  Now you know all of the reasons why we chase the dough\n  (It's for your whips and kicks and clothes) All of the reasons\n  (So we can get with the motto) All of the reasons\n  (Hit the strip with the gift, we're set to blow)\n  Now you know all of the reasons why we chase the dough\n\n  Killa, uh, I'm that nigga, man\n\n  Let me break it down real simple for y'all (230 carats, nigga)\n  Uh, listen, yo, and I'm very prestigious\n  Very), you have various leases (Very)\n  On my pieces, painted 'em cherry and peaches\n\n  Chicks cherry and peaches, they had\n  Cherried the heaters (What they did?)\n  Info on the toast, hustled up various reefer\n  Ithaca, Indica (What else?), hydro, Y.O. (What else?)\n  Haze on delivery, live hold, five-oh (Five-oh?)\n  But kept the four-five for wise guys with eyes low (Uh)\n  Pick me up from four-five, CL55, whoa\n\n  Playin' Grand Theft Auto, they like Diablo\n  My crew's the Triads, see Santana cop four\n  But they some slimmies who could rock a Jimmy Choo shoe\n  Next day, velour sweatsuit, construction Timmy boots\n  Don't be no guinea, boo, you rock that Fendi, you\n  Be drinkin' Henny too, coupe color is Winnie Pooh\n  And they skinny, who? They had my favorite rum\n\n  Not a six-four, five-fo', but made it jump\n  Shout Shae-Shae LaFunk, he keep the K in pump\n\n  He ain't never scared, never scared, raise the trunk\n  We'll just lay and dump, play the punk, spray the chump\n  The way they runnin', I guess they could relate to Dunk\n  As far as that is\n\n  (It's for your whips and kicks and clothes) All of the reasons\n  (So we can get with the motto) All of the reasons\n  (Hit the strip with the gift, we're set to blow)\n  Now you know all of the reasons why we chase the dough\n"},{"id":299306,"name":"More Reasons (feat. Jaheim)","trackName":"More Reasons (feat. Jaheim)","artistName":"Cam'ron","albumName":"Purple Haze","duration":270.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Feat. Jaheim)\n\n(Girl Talking)\nOh this is my *beep*\nThe reason that we here. (Shut the *beep* up.)\nThe reason that we here. (*beep* you can't sing.)\nYou shut the *beep* up, what can you do?\nWe been ridin in this car for 5 hours\nWhat you gonna do?\n(I'm gonna tell you a story)\n\n(Verse 1: Cam'Ron)\nYo, uh, I rock baguettes with hoodies, it's like extra goodie\nI couldn't break dance ya'll, or electric boogie\nI was obsessed with Cookie, I wanna sex her cookie\nShe said forget her nookie, wipe my nose, go get them boogies\nI gave Cookie nookies, with the girls, got known\nThis my two brim hat, call me Sherlock Holmes\nWhole world got blown, so I tell hoes\nFuck Lee's and shell toes, Dekangaroos and Velcro\nTimbaland, mocassins, dimes in them pennyloafers\nA-Train, one bus, sure I had plenty soldiers\nUncle, plenty holsters, dolgers, soldiers, hostess\nNot golfin' like golf, he had plenty gophers\nCan't get paid, the earth is big\nYou worthless kid, Cam don't deserve to live\nBack then I played for douchos, went over the riverside\nYoung life, turned left, we back over the riverside\nBlood played for stone gem\nThat's when I told him and Jim\nWe ain't ballin for real, where's the stone gems?\nWhere's the chrome rims?\nThat's when you changing lanes\nHere we change your lane, we'll gain a sprain\nChange the game\nAnd not namin' names\nBut 'caine fames like Damon Wayans\nConnect for life is, the Tech kept us righteous\nCause yes expect the crisis, when it's connects and prices\nI had to hustle harder, move up my mustle marger\nSeen New Jack City, cop me a couple cars\nAnd that's word to my father, send a bird to my father\nDove love, R.I.P. on his early departure\nI'm just merely an author, but I'm purely a baller\nEvery Friday, across the street, and I creep with Ms. Parker\n\n(Chorus: Jaheim)\nGet the whips the kicks, and clothes\nSo we can get with the models\nAnd hit the strip with the Dip, we're 'Set to blow\nNow you know\nAll of the reasons why we chase the doe\nGet the whips the kicks, and clothes\nSo we can get with the models\nAnd hit the strip with the Dip, we're 'Set to blow\nNow you know\nAll of the reasons why we chase the doe\n\n(Verse 2: Cam'Ron)\nKilla!\nThat nigga man, let me break it down real simple for ya'll\nListen, yo, and I'm very prestigous\nYou have various leases\nAll my pieces, painted them, cherry and peaches\nChics, Cherry and Peaches\nThey had cherry deheaters\nIf I want a toast, hustled up various reefer\nIthica, Ithica, hydro, why yo?\nHaze on delivery, lives hoes, five fo\nBut kept the fo-five, for wise guys with eyes low\nPick me up from fo-five, CL-55, whoa!\nPlayin' Grand Theft Auto, they like Diablo\nMy crews' the triad, Zeke, Santana, Cop Co'!\nBut they some slimmy sue\nCan rock a Jimmy Choo shoe\nNext day Valore sweatsuit, construction timmy boots\nDon't be no guinea boo, you rock that Fendi you\nYou drinkin' Henney too\nCoupe Calez, when he boo\nAnd he skinny too, they had my favorite rum\nNot a six-fo-five-fo, but made in jump\nShout, say say the funk, he keep the K in pump\nHe ain't never scared, never scared, raise the trunk\nWe'll just lay and dump, play the punk, spray the chump\nThe way they runnin I guess they could relate to them\n\n(Chorus: Jaheim)\nGet the whips the kicks, and clothes\nSo we can get with the models\nAnd hit the strip with the Dip, we're 'Set to blow\nNow you know\nAll of the reasons why we chase the doe","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: More Reasons (feat. Jaheim)\n  artist: Cam'ron\n  album: Purple Haze\n  duration_ms: 270000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Feat. Jaheim)\n\n  (Girl Talking)\n  Oh this is my *beep*\n  The reason that we here. (Shut the *beep* up.)\n  The reason that we here. (*beep* you can't sing.)\n  You shut the *beep* up, what can you do?\n  We been ridin in this car for 5 hours\n  What you gonna do?\n  (I'm gonna tell you a story)\n\n  (Verse 1: Cam'Ron)\n  Yo, uh, I rock baguettes with hoodies, it's like extra goodie\n  I couldn't break dance ya'll, or electric boogie\n  I was obsessed with Cookie, I wanna sex her cookie\n  She said forget her nookie, wipe my nose, go get them boogies\n  I gave Cookie nookies, with the girls, got known\n  This my two brim hat, call me Sherlock Holmes\n  Whole world got blown, so I tell hoes\n  Fuck Lee's and shell toes, Dekangaroos and Velcro\n  Timbaland, mocassins, dimes in them pennyloafers\n  A-Train, one bus, sure I had plenty soldiers\n  Uncle, plenty holsters, dolgers, soldiers, hostess\n  Not golfin' like golf, he had plenty gophers\n  Can't get paid, the earth is big\n  You worthless kid, Cam don't deserve to live\n  Back then I played for douchos, went over the riverside\n  Young life, turned left, we back over the riverside\n  Blood played for stone gem\n  That's when I told him and Jim\n  We ain't ballin for real, where's the stone gems?\n  Where's the chrome rims?\n  That's when you changing lanes\n  Here we change your lane, we'll gain a sprain\n  Change the game\n  And not namin' names\n  But 'caine fames like Damon Wayans\n  Connect for life is, the Tech kept us righteous\n  Cause yes expect the crisis, when it's connects and prices\n  I had to hustle harder, move up my mustle marger\n  Seen New Jack City, cop me a couple cars\n  And that's word to my father, send a bird to my father\n  Dove love, R.I.P. on his early departure\n  I'm just merely an author, but I'm purely a baller\n  Every Friday, across the street, and I creep with Ms. Parker\n\n  (Chorus: Jaheim)\n  Get the whips the kicks, and clothes\n  So we can get with the models\n  And hit the strip with the Dip, we're 'Set to blow\n  Now you know\n  All of the reasons why we chase the doe\n  Get the whips the kicks, and clothes\n  So we can get with the models\n  And hit the strip with the Dip, we're 'Set to blow\n  Now you know\n  All of the reasons why we chase the doe\n\n  (Verse 2: Cam'Ron)\n  Killa!\n  That nigga man, let me break it down real simple for ya'll\n  Listen, yo, and I'm very prestigous\n  You have various leases\n  All my pieces, painted them, cherry and peaches\n  Chics, Cherry and Peaches\n  They had cherry deheaters\n  If I want a toast, hustled up various reefer\n  Ithica, Ithica, hydro, why yo?\n  Haze on delivery, lives hoes, five fo\n  But kept the fo-five, for wise guys with eyes low\n  Pick me up from fo-five, CL-55, whoa!\n  Playin' Grand Theft Auto, they like Diablo\n  My crews' the triad, Zeke, Santana, Cop Co'!\n  But they some slimmy sue\n  Can rock a Jimmy Choo shoe\n  Next day Valore sweatsuit, construction timmy boots\n  Don't be no guinea boo, you rock that Fendi you\n  You drinkin' Henney too\n  Coupe Calez, when he boo\n  And he skinny too, they had my favorite rum\n  Not a six-fo-five-fo, but made in jump\n  Shout, say say the funk, he keep the K in pump\n  He ain't never scared, never scared, raise the trunk\n  We'll just lay and dump, play the punk, spray the chump\n  The way they runnin I guess they could relate to them\n\n  (Chorus: Jaheim)\n  Get the whips the kicks, and clothes\n  So we can get with the models\n  And hit the strip with the Dip, we're 'Set to blow\n  Now you know\n  All of the reasons why we chase the doe\n"},{"id":36976916,"name":"More Reasons(Ft. Jaheim)","trackName":"More Reasons(Ft. Jaheim)","artistName":"Cam'ron","albumName":"Purple Haze","duration":270.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, uh, I rock baguettes with hoodies, it's like extra goody\n\nI couldn't break dance y'all (Nope) or electric boogie (Fuck that)\nI was obsessed with cookie (Uh), I want the sex of Cookie (Fuck her)\nShe said forget a nookie, wipe my nose, go get them boogies (What?)\nI gave Cookie noogies (Fuck her) with the girls got known\nThis my two brim hat, call me Sherlock Holmes (What?)\nWhole world got blown, so I tell hoes (What?)\nFuck Lees and shelltoes, these kangaroos are velcro\n\n(Y'know, I kept a little two dollars in the\nZipper part right there, you know the ones)\nTimberland moccasins (Uh-huh), dimes and the penny loafers\nA train, one bus, sure I had plenty chauffeurs\n\nUncle, plenty holsters, doja, soldiers, hostess\nNot God, but like golf, he had plenty golfers\nCan't get paid in a earth this big, you worthless kid\nCam don't deserve to live (No respect)\nBack then I played for gauchos\nWent over to Riverside, young life, therm left\nWe back over to Riverside, Blood play for Stone Gem\n\nThat's when I told him and Jim, \"We ain't ballin' for real\n\nWhere's the stone gems? Where's the chrome rims?\"\nThat's when you changin' lanes\nYeah, we changin' lanes, we gained a sprain, changed the game\nAnd not namin' names, but came famous like Dana Dane\nConnect 4 Life is, the TEC kept us righteous\n'Cause yes, expect a crisis when it's connects and prices (Goddamn)\nI had to hustle harder, move up my muscle margin\n\nSeen New Jack City, copped me a couple Carters\nAnd that's word to my father, send a bird to my father\nDove love, R.I.P. on his early departure\nI'm just merely a author, but I'm purely a baller\n\nEvery Friday, cross the street and I creep with Ms. Parker\n\nIt's for your whips and kicks and clothes\n(All of the reasons) So we can get with the motto\n(All of the reasons) Hit the strip with the gift, we're set to blow\nNow you know all of the reasons why we chase the dough\n(It's for your whips and kicks and clothes) All of the reasons\n(So we can get with the motto) All of the reasons\n(Hit the strip with the gift, we're set to blow)\nNow you know all of the reasons why we chase the dough\n\nKilla, uh, I'm that nigga, man\n\nLet me break it down real simple for y'all (230 carats, nigga)\nUh, listen, yo, and I'm very prestigious\nVery), you have various leases (Very)\nOn my pieces, painted 'em cherry and peaches\n\nChicks cherry and peaches, they had\nCherried the heaters (What they did?)\nInfo on the toast, hustled up various reefer\nIthaca, Indica (What else?), hydro, Y.O. (What else?)\nHaze on delivery, live hold, five-oh (Five-oh?)\nBut kept the four-five for wise guys with eyes low (Uh)\nPick me up from four-five, CL55, whoa\n\nPlayin' Grand Theft Auto, they like Diablo\nMy crew's the Triads, see Santana cop four\nBut they some slimmies who could rock a Jimmy Choo shoe\nNext day, velour sweatsuit, construction Timmy boots\nDon't be no guinea, boo, you rock that Fendi, you\nBe drinkin' Henny too, coupe color is Winnie Pooh\nAnd they skinny, who? They had my favorite rum\n\nNot a six-four, five-fo', but made it jump\nShout Shae-Shae LaFunk, he keep the K in pump\n\nHe ain't never scared, never scared, raise the trunk\nWe'll just lay and dump, play the punk, spray the chump\nThe way they runnin', I guess they could relate to Dunk\nAs far as that is\n\n(It's for your whips and kicks and clothes) All of the reasons\n(So we can get with the motto) All of the reasons\n(Hit the strip with the gift, we're set to blow)\nNow you know all of the reasons why we chase the dough","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: More Reasons(Ft. Jaheim)\n  artist: Cam'ron\n  album: Purple Haze\n  duration_ms: 270000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, uh, I rock baguettes with hoodies, it's like extra goody\n\n  I couldn't break dance y'all (Nope) or electric boogie (Fuck that)\n  I was obsessed with cookie (Uh), I want the sex of Cookie (Fuck her)\n  She said forget a nookie, wipe my nose, go get them boogies (What?)\n  I gave Cookie noogies (Fuck her) with the girls got known\n  This my two brim hat, call me Sherlock Holmes (What?)\n  Whole world got blown, so I tell hoes (What?)\n  Fuck Lees and shelltoes, these kangaroos are velcro\n\n  (Y'know, I kept a little two dollars in the\n  Zipper part right there, you know the ones)\n  Timberland moccasins (Uh-huh), dimes and the penny loafers\n  A train, one bus, sure I had plenty chauffeurs\n\n  Uncle, plenty holsters, doja, soldiers, hostess\n  Not God, but like golf, he had plenty golfers\n  Can't get paid in a earth this big, you worthless kid\n  Cam don't deserve to live (No respect)\n  Back then I played for gauchos\n  Went over to Riverside, young life, therm left\n  We back over to Riverside, Blood play for Stone Gem\n\n  That's when I told him and Jim, \"We ain't ballin' for real\n\n  Where's the stone gems? Where's the chrome rims?\"\n  That's when you changin' lanes\n  Yeah, we changin' lanes, we gained a sprain, changed the game\n  And not namin' names, but came famous like Dana Dane\n  Connect 4 Life is, the TEC kept us righteous\n  'Cause yes, expect a crisis when it's connects and prices (Goddamn)\n  I had to hustle harder, move up my muscle margin\n\n  Seen New Jack City, copped me a couple Carters\n  And that's word to my father, send a bird to my father\n  Dove love, R.I.P. on his early departure\n  I'm just merely a author, but I'm purely a baller\n\n  Every Friday, cross the street and I creep with Ms. Parker\n\n  It's for your whips and kicks and clothes\n  (All of the reasons) So we can get with the motto\n  (All of the reasons) Hit the strip with the gift, we're set to blow\n  Now you know all of the reasons why we chase the dough\n  (It's for your whips and kicks and clothes) All of the reasons\n  (So we can get with the motto) All of the reasons\n  (Hit the strip with the gift, we're set to blow)\n  Now you know all of the reasons why we chase the dough\n\n  Killa, uh, I'm that nigga, man\n\n  Let me break it down real simple for y'all (230 carats, nigga)\n  Uh, listen, yo, and I'm very prestigious\n  Very), you have various leases (Very)\n  On my pieces, painted 'em cherry and peaches\n\n  Chicks cherry and peaches, they had\n  Cherried the heaters (What they did?)\n  Info on the toast, hustled up various reefer\n  Ithaca, Indica (What else?), hydro, Y.O. (What else?)\n  Haze on delivery, live hold, five-oh (Five-oh?)\n  But kept the four-five for wise guys with eyes low (Uh)\n  Pick me up from four-five, CL55, whoa\n\n  Playin' Grand Theft Auto, they like Diablo\n  My crew's the Triads, see Santana cop four\n  But they some slimmies who could rock a Jimmy Choo shoe\n  Next day, velour sweatsuit, construction Timmy boots\n  Don't be no guinea, boo, you rock that Fendi, you\n  Be drinkin' Henny too, coupe color is Winnie Pooh\n  And they skinny, who? They had my favorite rum\n\n  Not a six-four, five-fo', but made it jump\n  Shout Shae-Shae LaFunk, he keep the K in pump\n\n  He ain't never scared, never scared, raise the trunk\n  We'll just lay and dump, play the punk, spray the chump\n  The way they runnin', I guess they could relate to Dunk\n  As far as that is\n\n  (It's for your whips and kicks and clothes) All of the reasons\n  (So we can get with the motto) All of the reasons\n  (Hit the strip with the gift, we're set to blow)\n  Now you know all of the reasons why we chase the dough\n"},{"id":299305,"name":"More Reasons","trackName":"More Reasons","artistName":"Cam'ron feat. Jaheim","albumName":"Purple Haze","duration":270.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Feat. Jaheim)\n\n(Girl Talking)\nOh this is my *beep*\nThe reason that we here. (Shut the *beep* up.)\nThe reason that we here. (*beep* you can't sing.)\nYou shut the *beep* up, what can you do?\nWe been ridin in this car for 5 hours\nWhat you gonna do?\n(I'm gonna tell you a story)\n\n(Verse 1: Cam'Ron)\nYo, uh, I rock baguettes with hoodies, it's like extra goodie\nI couldn't break dance ya'll, or electric boogie\nI was obsessed with Cookie, I wanna sex her cookie\nShe said forget her nookie, wipe my nose, go get them boogies\nI gave Cookie nookies, with the girls, got known\nThis my two brim hat, call me Sherlock Holmes\nWhole world got blown, so I tell hoes\nFuck Lee's and shell toes, Dekangaroos and Velcro\nTimbaland, mocassins, dimes in them pennyloafers\nA-Train, one bus, sure I had plenty soldiers\nUncle, plenty holsters, dolgers, soldiers, hostess\nNot golfin' like golf, he had plenty gophers\nCan't get paid, the earth is big\nYou worthless kid, Cam don't deserve to live\nBack then I played for douchos, went over the riverside\nYoung life, turned left, we back over the riverside\nBlood played for stone gem\nThat's when I told him and Jim\nWe ain't ballin for real, where's the stone gems?\nWhere's the chrome rims?\nThat's when you changing lanes\nHere we change your lane, we'll gain a sprain\nChange the game\nAnd not namin' names\nBut 'caine fames like Damon Wayans\nConnect for life is, the Tech kept us righteous\nCause yes expect the crisis, when it's connects and prices\nI had to hustle harder, move up my mustle marger\nSeen New Jack City, cop me a couple cars\nAnd that's word to my father, send a bird to my father\nDove love, R.I.P. on his early departure\nI'm just merely an author, but I'm purely a baller\nEvery Friday, across the street, and I creep with Ms. Parker\n\n(Chorus: Jaheim)\nGet the whips the kicks, and clothes\nSo we can get with the models\nAnd hit the strip with the Dip, we're 'Set to blow\nNow you know\nAll of the reasons why we chase the doe\nGet the whips the kicks, and clothes\nSo we can get with the models\nAnd hit the strip with the Dip, we're 'Set to blow\nNow you know\nAll of the reasons why we chase the doe\n\n(Verse 2: Cam'Ron)\nKilla!\nThat nigga man, let me break it down real simple for ya'll\nListen, yo, and I'm very prestigous\nYou have various leases\nAll my pieces, painted them, cherry and peaches\nChics, Cherry and Peaches\nThey had cherry deheaters\nIf I want a toast, hustled up various reefer\nIthica, Ithica, hydro, why yo?\nHaze on delivery, lives hoes, five fo\nBut kept the fo-five, for wise guys with eyes low\nPick me up from fo-five, CL-55, whoa!\nPlayin' Grand Theft Auto, they like Diablo\nMy crews' the triad, Zeke, Santana, Cop Co'!\nBut they some slimmy sue\nCan rock a Jimmy Choo shoe\nNext day Valore sweatsuit, construction timmy boots\nDon't be no guinea boo, you rock that Fendi you\nYou drinkin' Henney too\nCoupe Calez, when he boo\nAnd he skinny too, they had my favorite rum\nNot a six-fo-five-fo, but made in jump\nShout, say say the funk, he keep the K in pump\nHe ain't never scared, never scared, raise the trunk\nWe'll just lay and dump, play the punk, spray the chump\nThe way they runnin I guess they could relate to them\n\n(Chorus: Jaheim)\nGet the whips the kicks, and clothes\nSo we can get with the models\nAnd hit the strip with the Dip, we're 'Set to blow\nNow you know\nAll of the reasons why we chase the doe","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: More Reasons\n  artist: Cam'ron feat. Jaheim\n  album: Purple Haze\n  duration_ms: 270000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Feat. Jaheim)\n\n  (Girl Talking)\n  Oh this is my *beep*\n  The reason that we here. (Shut the *beep* up.)\n  The reason that we here. (*beep* you can't sing.)\n  You shut the *beep* up, what can you do?\n  We been ridin in this car for 5 hours\n  What you gonna do?\n  (I'm gonna tell you a story)\n\n  (Verse 1: Cam'Ron)\n  Yo, uh, I rock baguettes with hoodies, it's like extra goodie\n  I couldn't break dance ya'll, or electric boogie\n  I was obsessed with Cookie, I wanna sex her cookie\n  She said forget her nookie, wipe my nose, go get them boogies\n  I gave Cookie nookies, with the girls, got known\n  This my two brim hat, call me Sherlock Holmes\n  Whole world got blown, so I tell hoes\n  Fuck Lee's and shell toes, Dekangaroos and Velcro\n  Timbaland, mocassins, dimes in them pennyloafers\n  A-Train, one bus, sure I had plenty soldiers\n  Uncle, plenty holsters, dolgers, soldiers, hostess\n  Not golfin' like golf, he had plenty gophers\n  Can't get paid, the earth is big\n  You worthless kid, Cam don't deserve to live\n  Back then I played for douchos, went over the riverside\n  Young life, turned left, we back over the riverside\n  Blood played for stone gem\n  That's when I told him and Jim\n  We ain't ballin for real, where's the stone gems?\n  Where's the chrome rims?\n  That's when you changing lanes\n  Here we change your lane, we'll gain a sprain\n  Change the game\n  And not namin' names\n  But 'caine fames like Damon Wayans\n  Connect for life is, the Tech kept us righteous\n  Cause yes expect the crisis, when it's connects and prices\n  I had to hustle harder, move up my mustle marger\n  Seen New Jack City, cop me a couple cars\n  And that's word to my father, send a bird to my father\n  Dove love, R.I.P. on his early departure\n  I'm just merely an author, but I'm purely a baller\n  Every Friday, across the street, and I creep with Ms. Parker\n\n  (Chorus: Jaheim)\n  Get the whips the kicks, and clothes\n  So we can get with the models\n  And hit the strip with the Dip, we're 'Set to blow\n  Now you know\n  All of the reasons why we chase the doe\n  Get the whips the kicks, and clothes\n  So we can get with the models\n  And hit the strip with the Dip, we're 'Set to blow\n  Now you know\n  All of the reasons why we chase the doe\n\n  (Verse 2: Cam'Ron)\n  Killa!\n  That nigga man, let me break it down real simple for ya'll\n  Listen, yo, and I'm very prestigous\n  You have various leases\n  All my pieces, painted them, cherry and peaches\n  Chics, Cherry and Peaches\n  They had cherry deheaters\n  If I want a toast, hustled up various reefer\n  Ithica, Ithica, hydro, why yo?\n  Haze on delivery, lives hoes, five fo\n  But kept the fo-five, for wise guys with eyes low\n  Pick me up from fo-five, CL-55, whoa!\n  Playin' Grand Theft Auto, they like Diablo\n  My crews' the triad, Zeke, Santana, Cop Co'!\n  But they some slimmy sue\n  Can rock a Jimmy Choo shoe\n  Next day Valore sweatsuit, construction timmy boots\n  Don't be no guinea boo, you rock that Fendi you\n  You drinkin' Henney too\n  Coupe Calez, when he boo\n  And he skinny too, they had my favorite rum\n  Not a six-fo-five-fo, but made in jump\n  Shout, say say the funk, he keep the K in pump\n  He ain't never scared, never scared, raise the trunk\n  We'll just lay and dump, play the punk, spray the chump\n  The way they runnin I guess they could relate to them\n\n  (Chorus: Jaheim)\n  Get the whips the kicks, and clothes\n  So we can get with the models\n  And hit the strip with the Dip, we're 'Set to blow\n  Now you know\n  All of the reasons why we chase the doe\n"},{"id":35457172,"name":"More Reasons / Car Skit","trackName":"More Reasons / Car Skit","artistName":"Cam'ron, Jaheim","albumName":"Purple Haze","duration":268.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, uh, I rock baguettes with hoodies, it's like extra goody\n\nI couldn't break dance y'all (Nope) or electric boogie (Fuck that)\nI was obsessed with cookie (Uh), I want the sex of Cookie (Fuck her)\nShe said forget a nookie, wipe my nose, go get them boogies (What?)\nI gave Cookie noogies (Fuck her) with the girls got known\nThis my two brim hat, call me Sherlock Holmes (What?)\nWhole world got blown, so I tell hoes (What?)\nFuck Lees and shelltoes, these kangaroos are velcro\n\n(Y'know, I kept a little two dollars in the\nZipper part right there, you know the ones)\nTimberland moccasins (Uh-huh), dimes and the penny loafers\nA train, one bus, sure I had plenty chauffeurs\n\nUncle, plenty holsters, doja, soldiers, hostess\nNot God, but like golf, he had plenty golfers\nCan't get paid in a earth this big, you worthless kid\nCam don't deserve to live (No respect)\nBack then I played for gauchos\nWent over to Riverside, young life, therm left\nWe back over to Riverside, Blood play for Stone Gem\n\nThat's when I told him and Jim, \"We ain't ballin' for real\n\nWhere's the stone gems? Where's the chrome rims?\"\nThat's when you changin' lanes\nYeah, we changin' lanes, we gained a sprain, changed the game\nAnd not namin' names, but came famous like Dana Dane\nConnect 4 Life is, the TEC kept us righteous\n'Cause yes, expect a crisis when it's connects and prices (Goddamn)\nI had to hustle harder, move up my muscle margin\n\nSeen New Jack City, copped me a couple Carters\nAnd that's word to my father, send a bird to my father\nDove love, R.I.P. on his early departure\nI'm just merely a author, but I'm purely a baller\n\nEvery Friday, cross the street and I creep with Ms. Parker\n\nIt's for your whips and kicks and clothes\n(All of the reasons) So we can get with the motto\n(All of the reasons) Hit the strip with the gift, we're set to blow\nNow you know all of the reasons why we chase the dough\n(It's for your whips and kicks and clothes) All of the reasons\n(So we can get with the motto) All of the reasons\n(Hit the strip with the gift, we're set to blow)\nNow you know all of the reasons why we chase the dough\n\nKilla, uh, I'm that nigga, man\n\nLet me break it down real simple for y'all (230 carats, nigga)\nUh, listen, yo, and I'm very prestigious\nVery), you have various leases (Very)\nOn my pieces, painted 'em cherry and peaches\n\nChicks cherry and peaches, they had\nCherried the heaters (What they did?)\nInfo on the toast, hustled up various reefer\nIthaca, Indica (What else?), hydro, Y.O. (What else?)\nHaze on delivery, live hold, five-oh (Five-oh?)\nBut kept the four-five for wise guys with eyes low (Uh)\nPick me up from four-five, CL55, whoa\n\nPlayin' Grand Theft Auto, they like Diablo\nMy crew's the Triads, see Santana cop four\nBut they some slimmies who could rock a Jimmy Choo shoe\nNext day, velour sweatsuit, construction Timmy boots\nDon't be no guinea, boo, you rock that Fendi, you\nBe drinkin' Henny too, coupe color is Winnie Pooh\nAnd they skinny, who? They had my favorite rum\n\nNot a six-four, five-fo', but made it jump\nShout Shae-Shae LaFunk, he keep the K in pump\n\nHe ain't never scared, never scared, raise the trunk\nWe'll just lay and dump, play the punk, spray the chump\nThe way they runnin', I guess they could relate to Dunk\nAs far as that is\n\n(It's for your whips and kicks and clothes) All of the reasons\n(So we can get with the motto) All of the reasons\n(Hit the strip with the gift, we're set to blow)\nNow you know all of the reasons why we chase the dough","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: More Reasons / Car Skit\n  artist: Cam'ron, Jaheim\n  album: Purple Haze\n  duration_ms: 268000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, uh, I rock baguettes with hoodies, it's like extra goody\n\n  I couldn't break dance y'all (Nope) or electric boogie (Fuck that)\n  I was obsessed with cookie (Uh), I want the sex of Cookie (Fuck her)\n  She said forget a nookie, wipe my nose, go get them boogies (What?)\n  I gave Cookie noogies (Fuck her) with the girls got known\n  This my two brim hat, call me Sherlock Holmes (What?)\n  Whole world got blown, so I tell hoes (What?)\n  Fuck Lees and shelltoes, these kangaroos are velcro\n\n  (Y'know, I kept a little two dollars in the\n  Zipper part right there, you know the ones)\n  Timberland moccasins (Uh-huh), dimes and the penny loafers\n  A train, one bus, sure I had plenty chauffeurs\n\n  Uncle, plenty holsters, doja, soldiers, hostess\n  Not God, but like golf, he had plenty golfers\n  Can't get paid in a earth this big, you worthless kid\n  Cam don't deserve to live (No respect)\n  Back then I played for gauchos\n  Went over to Riverside, young life, therm left\n  We back over to Riverside, Blood play for Stone Gem\n\n  That's when I told him and Jim, \"We ain't ballin' for real\n\n  Where's the stone gems? Where's the chrome rims?\"\n  That's when you changin' lanes\n  Yeah, we changin' lanes, we gained a sprain, changed the game\n  And not namin' names, but came famous like Dana Dane\n  Connect 4 Life is, the TEC kept us righteous\n  'Cause yes, expect a crisis when it's connects and prices (Goddamn)\n  I had to hustle harder, move up my muscle margin\n\n  Seen New Jack City, copped me a couple Carters\n  And that's word to my father, send a bird to my father\n  Dove love, R.I.P. on his early departure\n  I'm just merely a author, but I'm purely a baller\n\n  Every Friday, cross the street and I creep with Ms. Parker\n\n  It's for your whips and kicks and clothes\n  (All of the reasons) So we can get with the motto\n  (All of the reasons) Hit the strip with the gift, we're set to blow\n  Now you know all of the reasons why we chase the dough\n  (It's for your whips and kicks and clothes) All of the reasons\n  (So we can get with the motto) All of the reasons\n  (Hit the strip with the gift, we're set to blow)\n  Now you know all of the reasons why we chase the dough\n\n  Killa, uh, I'm that nigga, man\n\n  Let me break it down real simple for y'all (230 carats, nigga)\n  Uh, listen, yo, and I'm very prestigious\n  Very), you have various leases (Very)\n  On my pieces, painted 'em cherry and peaches\n\n  Chicks cherry and peaches, they had\n  Cherried the heaters (What they did?)\n  Info on the toast, hustled up various reefer\n  Ithaca, Indica (What else?), hydro, Y.O. (What else?)\n  Haze on delivery, live hold, five-oh (Five-oh?)\n  But kept the four-five for wise guys with eyes low (Uh)\n  Pick me up from four-five, CL55, whoa\n\n  Playin' Grand Theft Auto, they like Diablo\n  My crew's the Triads, see Santana cop four\n  But they some slimmies who could rock a Jimmy Choo shoe\n  Next day, velour sweatsuit, construction Timmy boots\n  Don't be no guinea, boo, you rock that Fendi, you\n  Be drinkin' Henny too, coupe color is Winnie Pooh\n  And they skinny, who? They had my favorite rum\n\n  Not a six-four, five-fo', but made it jump\n  Shout Shae-Shae LaFunk, he keep the K in pump\n\n  He ain't never scared, never scared, raise the trunk\n  We'll just lay and dump, play the punk, spray the chump\n  The way they runnin', I guess they could relate to Dunk\n  As far as that is\n\n  (It's for your whips and kicks and clothes) All of the reasons\n  (So we can get with the motto) All of the reasons\n  (Hit the strip with the gift, we're set to blow)\n  Now you know all of the reasons why we chase the dough\n"},{"id":35457177,"name":"More Reasons / Car Skit","trackName":"More Reasons / Car Skit","artistName":"Cam'ron, Jaheim","albumName":"Purple Haze","duration":266.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, uh, I rock baguettes with hoodies, it's like extra goody\n\nI couldn't break dance y'all (Nope) or electric boogie (Fuck that)\nI was obsessed with cookie (Uh), I want the sex of Cookie (Fuck her)\nShe said forget a nookie, wipe my nose, go get them boogies (What?)\nI gave Cookie noogies (Fuck her) with the girls got known\nThis my two brim hat, call me Sherlock Holmes (What?)\nWhole world got blown, so I tell hoes (What?)\nFuck Lees and shelltoes, these kangaroos are velcro\n\n(Y'know, I kept a little two dollars in the\nZipper part right there, you know the ones)\nTimberland moccasins (Uh-huh), dimes and the penny loafers\nA train, one bus, sure I had plenty chauffeurs\n\nUncle, plenty holsters, doja, soldiers, hostess\nNot God, but like golf, he had plenty golfers\nCan't get paid in a earth this big, you worthless kid\nCam don't deserve to live (No respect)\nBack then I played for gauchos\nWent over to Riverside, young life, therm left\nWe back over to Riverside, Blood play for Stone Gem\n\nThat's when I told him and Jim, \"We ain't ballin' for real\n\nWhere's the stone gems? Where's the chrome rims?\"\nThat's when you changin' lanes\nYeah, we changin' lanes, we gained a sprain, changed the game\nAnd not namin' names, but came famous like Dana Dane\nConnect 4 Life is, the TEC kept us righteous\n'Cause yes, expect a crisis when it's connects and prices (Goddamn)\nI had to hustle harder, move up my muscle margin\n\nSeen New Jack City, copped me a couple Carters\nAnd that's word to my father, send a bird to my father\nDove love, R.I.P. on his early departure\nI'm just merely a author, but I'm purely a baller\n\nEvery Friday, cross the street and I creep with Ms. Parker\n\nIt's for your whips and kicks and clothes\n(All of the reasons) So we can get with the motto\n(All of the reasons) Hit the strip with the gift, we're set to blow\nNow you know all of the reasons why we chase the dough\n(It's for your whips and kicks and clothes) All of the reasons\n(So we can get with the motto) All of the reasons\n(Hit the strip with the gift, we're set to blow)\nNow you know all of the reasons why we chase the dough\n\nKilla, uh, I'm that nigga, man\n\nLet me break it down real simple for y'all (230 carats, nigga)\nUh, listen, yo, and I'm very prestigious\nVery), you have various leases (Very)\nOn my pieces, painted 'em cherry and peaches\n\nChicks cherry and peaches, they had\nCherried the heaters (What they did?)\nInfo on the toast, hustled up various reefer\nIthaca, Indica (What else?), hydro, Y.O. (What else?)\nHaze on delivery, live hold, five-oh (Five-oh?)\nBut kept the four-five for wise guys with eyes low (Uh)\nPick me up from four-five, CL55, whoa\n\nPlayin' Grand Theft Auto, they like Diablo\nMy crew's the Triads, see Santana cop four\nBut they some slimmies who could rock a Jimmy Choo shoe\nNext day, velour sweatsuit, construction Timmy boots\nDon't be no guinea, boo, you rock that Fendi, you\nBe drinkin' Henny too, coupe color is Winnie Pooh\nAnd they skinny, who? They had my favorite rum\n\nNot a six-four, five-fo', but made it jump\nShout Shae-Shae LaFunk, he keep the K in pump\n\nHe ain't never scared, never scared, raise the trunk\nWe'll just lay and dump, play the punk, spray the chump\nThe way they runnin', I guess they could relate to Dunk\nAs far as that is\n\n(It's for your whips and kicks and clothes) All of the reasons\n(So we can get with the motto) All of the reasons\n(Hit the strip with the gift, we're set to blow)\nNow you know all of the reasons why we chase the dough","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: More Reasons / Car Skit\n  artist: Cam'ron, Jaheim\n  album: Purple Haze\n  duration_ms: 266000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, uh, I rock baguettes with hoodies, it's like extra goody\n\n  I couldn't break dance y'all (Nope) or electric boogie (Fuck that)\n  I was obsessed with cookie (Uh), I want the sex of Cookie (Fuck her)\n  She said forget a nookie, wipe my nose, go get them boogies (What?)\n  I gave Cookie noogies (Fuck her) with the girls got known\n  This my two brim hat, call me Sherlock Holmes (What?)\n  Whole world got blown, so I tell hoes (What?)\n  Fuck Lees and shelltoes, these kangaroos are velcro\n\n  (Y'know, I kept a little two dollars in the\n  Zipper part right there, you know the ones)\n  Timberland moccasins (Uh-huh), dimes and the penny loafers\n  A train, one bus, sure I had plenty chauffeurs\n\n  Uncle, plenty holsters, doja, soldiers, hostess\n  Not God, but like golf, he had plenty golfers\n  Can't get paid in a earth this big, you worthless kid\n  Cam don't deserve to live (No respect)\n  Back then I played for gauchos\n  Went over to Riverside, young life, therm left\n  We back over to Riverside, Blood play for Stone Gem\n\n  That's when I told him and Jim, \"We ain't ballin' for real\n\n  Where's the stone gems? Where's the chrome rims?\"\n  That's when you changin' lanes\n  Yeah, we changin' lanes, we gained a sprain, changed the game\n  And not namin' names, but came famous like Dana Dane\n  Connect 4 Life is, the TEC kept us righteous\n  'Cause yes, expect a crisis when it's connects and prices (Goddamn)\n  I had to hustle harder, move up my muscle margin\n\n  Seen New Jack City, copped me a couple Carters\n  And that's word to my father, send a bird to my father\n  Dove love, R.I.P. on his early departure\n  I'm just merely a author, but I'm purely a baller\n\n  Every Friday, cross the street and I creep with Ms. Parker\n\n  It's for your whips and kicks and clothes\n  (All of the reasons) So we can get with the motto\n  (All of the reasons) Hit the strip with the gift, we're set to blow\n  Now you know all of the reasons why we chase the dough\n  (It's for your whips and kicks and clothes) All of the reasons\n  (So we can get with the motto) All of the reasons\n  (Hit the strip with the gift, we're set to blow)\n  Now you know all of the reasons why we chase the dough\n\n  Killa, uh, I'm that nigga, man\n\n  Let me break it down real simple for y'all (230 carats, nigga)\n  Uh, listen, yo, and I'm very prestigious\n  Very), you have various leases (Very)\n  On my pieces, painted 'em cherry and peaches\n\n  Chicks cherry and peaches, they had\n  Cherried the heaters (What they did?)\n  Info on the toast, hustled up various reefer\n  Ithaca, Indica (What else?), hydro, Y.O. (What else?)\n  Haze on delivery, live hold, five-oh (Five-oh?)\n  But kept the four-five for wise guys with eyes low (Uh)\n  Pick me up from four-five, CL55, whoa\n\n  Playin' Grand Theft Auto, they like Diablo\n  My crew's the Triads, see Santana cop four\n  But they some slimmies who could rock a Jimmy Choo shoe\n  Next day, velour sweatsuit, construction Timmy boots\n  Don't be no guinea, boo, you rock that Fendi, you\n  Be drinkin' Henny too, coupe color is Winnie Pooh\n  And they skinny, who? They had my favorite rum\n\n  Not a six-four, five-fo', but made it jump\n  Shout Shae-Shae LaFunk, he keep the K in pump\n\n  He ain't never scared, never scared, raise the trunk\n  We'll just lay and dump, play the punk, spray the chump\n  The way they runnin', I guess they could relate to Dunk\n  As far as that is\n\n  (It's for your whips and kicks and clothes) All of the reasons\n  (So we can get with the motto) All of the reasons\n  (Hit the strip with the gift, we're set to blow)\n  Now you know all of the reasons why we chase the dough\n"},{"id":35553487,"name":"More Reasons / Car Skit","trackName":"More Reasons / Car Skit","artistName":"Cam'ron, Jaheim","albumName":"Purple Haze","duration":269.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, uh, I rock baguettes with hoodies, it's like extra goody\n\nI couldn't break dance y'all (Nope) or electric boogie (Fuck that)\nI was obsessed with cookie (Uh), I want the sex of Cookie (Fuck her)\nShe said forget a nookie, wipe my nose, go get them boogies (What?)\nI gave Cookie noogies (Fuck her) with the girls got known\nThis my two brim hat, call me Sherlock Holmes (What?)\nWhole world got blown, so I tell hoes (What?)\nFuck Lees and shelltoes, these kangaroos are velcro\n\n(Y'know, I kept a little two dollars in the\nZipper part right there, you know the ones)\nTimberland moccasins (Uh-huh), dimes and the penny loafers\nA train, one bus, sure I had plenty chauffeurs\n\nUncle, plenty holsters, doja, soldiers, hostess\nNot God, but like golf, he had plenty golfers\nCan't get paid in a earth this big, you worthless kid\nCam don't deserve to live (No respect)\nBack then I played for gauchos\nWent over to Riverside, young life, therm left\nWe back over to Riverside, Blood play for Stone Gem\n\nThat's when I told him and Jim, \"We ain't ballin' for real\n\nWhere's the stone gems? Where's the chrome rims?\"\nThat's when you changin' lanes\nYeah, we changin' lanes, we gained a sprain, changed the game\nAnd not namin' names, but came famous like Dana Dane\nConnect 4 Life is, the TEC kept us righteous\n'Cause yes, expect a crisis when it's connects and prices (Goddamn)\nI had to hustle harder, move up my muscle margin\n\nSeen New Jack City, copped me a couple Carters\nAnd that's word to my father, send a bird to my father\nDove love, R.I.P. on his early departure\nI'm just merely a author, but I'm purely a baller\n\nEvery Friday, cross the street and I creep with Ms. Parker\n\nIt's for your whips and kicks and clothes\n(All of the reasons) So we can get with the motto\n(All of the reasons) Hit the strip with the gift, we're set to blow\nNow you know all of the reasons why we chase the dough\n(It's for your whips and kicks and clothes) All of the reasons\n(So we can get with the motto) All of the reasons\n(Hit the strip with the gift, we're set to blow)\nNow you know all of the reasons why we chase the dough\n\nKilla, uh, I'm that nigga, man\n\nLet me break it down real simple for y'all (230 carats, nigga)\nUh, listen, yo, and I'm very prestigious\nVery), you have various leases (Very)\nOn my pieces, painted 'em cherry and peaches\n\nChicks cherry and peaches, they had\nCherried the heaters (What they did?)\nInfo on the toast, hustled up various reefer\nIthaca, Indica (What else?), hydro, Y.O. (What else?)\nHaze on delivery, live hold, five-oh (Five-oh?)\nBut kept the four-five for wise guys with eyes low (Uh)\nPick me up from four-five, CL55, whoa\n\nPlayin' Grand Theft Auto, they like Diablo\nMy crew's the Triads, see Santana cop four\nBut they some slimmies who could rock a Jimmy Choo shoe\nNext day, velour sweatsuit, construction Timmy boots\nDon't be no guinea, boo, you rock that Fendi, you\nBe drinkin' Henny too, coupe color is Winnie Pooh\nAnd they skinny, who? They had my favorite rum\n\nNot a six-four, five-fo', but made it jump\nShout Shae-Shae LaFunk, he keep the K in pump\n\nHe ain't never scared, never scared, raise the trunk\nWe'll just lay and dump, play the punk, spray the chump\nThe way they runnin', I guess they could relate to Dunk\nAs far as that is\n\n(It's for your whips and kicks and clothes) All of the reasons\n(So we can get with the motto) All of the reasons\n(Hit the strip with the gift, we're set to blow)\nNow you know all of the reasons why we chase the dough","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: More Reasons / Car Skit\n  artist: Cam'ron, Jaheim\n  album: Purple Haze\n  duration_ms: 269000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, uh, I rock baguettes with hoodies, it's like extra goody\n\n  I couldn't break dance y'all (Nope) or electric boogie (Fuck that)\n  I was obsessed with cookie (Uh), I want the sex of Cookie (Fuck her)\n  She said forget a nookie, wipe my nose, go get them boogies (What?)\n  I gave Cookie noogies (Fuck her) with the girls got known\n  This my two brim hat, call me Sherlock Holmes (What?)\n  Whole world got blown, so I tell hoes (What?)\n  Fuck Lees and shelltoes, these kangaroos are velcro\n\n  (Y'know, I kept a little two dollars in the\n  Zipper part right there, you know the ones)\n  Timberland moccasins (Uh-huh), dimes and the penny loafers\n  A train, one bus, sure I had plenty chauffeurs\n\n  Uncle, plenty holsters, doja, soldiers, hostess\n  Not God, but like golf, he had plenty golfers\n  Can't get paid in a earth this big, you worthless kid\n  Cam don't deserve to live (No respect)\n  Back then I played for gauchos\n  Went over to Riverside, young life, therm left\n  We back over to Riverside, Blood play for Stone Gem\n\n  That's when I told him and Jim, \"We ain't ballin' for real\n\n  Where's the stone gems? Where's the chrome rims?\"\n  That's when you changin' lanes\n  Yeah, we changin' lanes, we gained a sprain, changed the game\n  And not namin' names, but came famous like Dana Dane\n  Connect 4 Life is, the TEC kept us righteous\n  'Cause yes, expect a crisis when it's connects and prices (Goddamn)\n  I had to hustle harder, move up my muscle margin\n\n  Seen New Jack City, copped me a couple Carters\n  And that's word to my father, send a bird to my father\n  Dove love, R.I.P. on his early departure\n  I'm just merely a author, but I'm purely a baller\n\n  Every Friday, cross the street and I creep with Ms. Parker\n\n  It's for your whips and kicks and clothes\n  (All of the reasons) So we can get with the motto\n  (All of the reasons) Hit the strip with the gift, we're set to blow\n  Now you know all of the reasons why we chase the dough\n  (It's for your whips and kicks and clothes) All of the reasons\n  (So we can get with the motto) All of the reasons\n  (Hit the strip with the gift, we're set to blow)\n  Now you know all of the reasons why we chase the dough\n\n  Killa, uh, I'm that nigga, man\n\n  Let me break it down real simple for y'all (230 carats, nigga)\n  Uh, listen, yo, and I'm very prestigious\n  Very), you have various leases (Very)\n  On my pieces, painted 'em cherry and peaches\n\n  Chicks cherry and peaches, they had\n  Cherried the heaters (What they did?)\n  Info on the toast, hustled up various reefer\n  Ithaca, Indica (What else?), hydro, Y.O. (What else?)\n  Haze on delivery, live hold, five-oh (Five-oh?)\n  But kept the four-five for wise guys with eyes low (Uh)\n  Pick me up from four-five, CL55, whoa\n\n  Playin' Grand Theft Auto, they like Diablo\n  My crew's the Triads, see Santana cop four\n  But they some slimmies who could rock a Jimmy Choo shoe\n  Next day, velour sweatsuit, construction Timmy boots\n  Don't be no guinea, boo, you rock that Fendi, you\n  Be drinkin' Henny too, coupe color is Winnie Pooh\n  And they skinny, who? They had my favorite rum\n\n  Not a six-four, five-fo', but made it jump\n  Shout Shae-Shae LaFunk, he keep the K in pump\n\n  He ain't never scared, never scared, raise the trunk\n  We'll just lay and dump, play the punk, spray the chump\n  The way they runnin', I guess they could relate to Dunk\n  As far as that is\n\n  (It's for your whips and kicks and clothes) All of the reasons\n  (So we can get with the motto) All of the reasons\n  (Hit the strip with the gift, we're set to blow)\n  Now you know all of the reasons why we chase the dough\n"}]