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thing\n\nPut the iron to the Tommy, meeting with some clients\nWorking on the title, pressing up a hundred thousand\nRecorded out in Maui, what you know about it?\nPressed the vinyl in Jamaica, getting paper, blowing vapor\nSewing stitches, showing niggas how it's supposed to be tailored\nMotor City rolling with me in an elegant way, nigga\nNow understand what I say\nGripping wood steering wheels like a young Pimp C\nSteady chopping up blades, Cartier wire frames\nHigh-top Force Ones and a clean bald fade\nSwitching whips, hopping out of something all-terrain\n4X4's grip the road more in the rain\nTake the Eddie Bauer off and put it up in my name\nSpell it: C-H-U-C-K\nI-N-G-L-I-S-H\nCome shop with me, dog, we'll be here all day\nWorking","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Gametime\n  artist: Chuck Inglish\n  album: Convertibles\n  duration_ms: 116000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Lamb chops\n  Garlic\n  Herbs\n\n  Flip this, linguistic pimp shit\n  Left hand, right side, seat stick shift\n  A.I.R. prescription on the pimpins\n  Baggy pants dance like Michael Bivins\n  Living good, the floor and the ceiling wood\n  Bath is marble, toilet seat is French\n  Heated for the middle of the night\n  Cause daddy gotta wake up early morning for a flight\n  See me with the gold frame, intelligent thug, no prescription\n  Smoking weed is my addiction\n  Doctor said you need it for your condition, no more heavy lifting\n  I guess I need someone to help me take a piss then\n  Suck my dick and my balls at the same time\n  Me, Cakey, and Pinky, game time\n  Popped a black ear so I got the hang time\n  Aged fine, like a Montreux shade wine\n  '86, The Mets won the ring\n  My father rocked the leather with the holster for the thing\n\n  Put the iron to the Tommy, meeting with some clients\n  Working on the title, pressing up a hundred thousand\n  Recorded out in Maui, what you know about it?\n  Pressed the vinyl in Jamaica, getting paper, blowing vapor\n  Sewing stitches, showing niggas how it's supposed to be tailored\n  Motor City rolling with me in an elegant way, nigga\n  Now understand what I say\n  Gripping wood steering wheels like a young Pimp C\n  Steady chopping up blades, Cartier wire frames\n  High-top Force Ones and a clean bald fade\n  Switching whips, hopping out of something all-terrain\n  4X4's grip the road more in the rain\n  Take the Eddie Bauer off and put it up in my name\n  Spell it: C-H-U-C-K\n  I-N-G-L-I-S-H\n  Come shop with me, dog, we'll be here all day\n  Working\n"},{"id":24747068,"name":"Gametime","trackName":"Gametime","artistName":"Chuck Inglish","albumName":"Convertibles","duration":123.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Lamb chops\nGarlic\nHerbs\n\nFlip this, linguistic pimp shit\nLeft hand, right side, seat stick shift\nA.I.R. prescription on the pimpins\nBaggy pants dance like Michael Bivins\nLiving good, the floor and the ceiling wood\nBath is marble, toilet seat is French\nHeated for the middle of the night\nCause daddy gotta wake up early morning for a flight\nSee me with the gold frame, intelligent thug, no prescription\nSmoking weed is my addiction\nDoctor said you need it for your condition, no more heavy lifting\nI guess I need someone to help me take a piss then\nSuck my dick and my balls at the same time\nMe, Cakey, and Pinky, game time\nPopped a black ear so I got the hang time\nAged fine, like a Montreux shade wine\n'86, The Mets won the ring\nMy father rocked the leather with the holster for the thing\n\nPut the iron to the Tommy, meeting with some clients\nWorking on the title, pressing up a hundred thousand\nRecorded out in Maui, what you know about it?\nPressed the vinyl in Jamaica, getting paper, blowing vapor\nSewing stitches, showing niggas how it's supposed to be tailored\nMotor City rolling with me in an elegant way, nigga\nNow understand what I say\nGripping wood steering wheels like a young Pimp C\nSteady chopping up blades, Cartier wire frames\nHigh-top Force Ones and a clean bald fade\nSwitching whips, hopping out of something all-terrain\n4X4's grip the road more in the rain\nTake the Eddie Bauer off and put it up in my name\nSpell it: C-H-U-C-K\nI-N-G-L-I-S-H\nCome shop with me, dog, we'll be here all day\nWorking","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Gametime\n  artist: Chuck Inglish\n  album: Convertibles\n  duration_ms: 123000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Lamb chops\n  Garlic\n  Herbs\n\n  Flip this, linguistic pimp shit\n  Left hand, right side, seat stick shift\n  A.I.R. prescription on the pimpins\n  Baggy pants dance like Michael Bivins\n  Living good, the floor and the ceiling wood\n  Bath is marble, toilet seat is French\n  Heated for the middle of the night\n  Cause daddy gotta wake up early morning for a flight\n  See me with the gold frame, intelligent thug, no prescription\n  Smoking weed is my addiction\n  Doctor said you need it for your condition, no more heavy lifting\n  I guess I need someone to help me take a piss then\n  Suck my dick and my balls at the same time\n  Me, Cakey, and Pinky, game time\n  Popped a black ear so I got the hang time\n  Aged fine, like a Montreux shade wine\n  '86, The Mets won the ring\n  My father rocked the leather with the holster for the thing\n\n  Put the iron to the Tommy, meeting with some clients\n  Working on the title, pressing up a hundred thousand\n  Recorded out in Maui, what you know about it?\n  Pressed the vinyl in Jamaica, getting paper, blowing vapor\n  Sewing stitches, showing niggas how it's supposed to be tailored\n  Motor City rolling with me in an elegant way, nigga\n  Now understand what I say\n  Gripping wood steering wheels like a young Pimp C\n  Steady chopping up blades, Cartier wire frames\n  High-top Force Ones and a clean bald fade\n  Switching whips, hopping out of something all-terrain\n  4X4's grip the road more in the 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