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He gon' puck-puck\nYeah, don't try to play me for no junkie\nOn the internet, he hard, but in real life, he Humpty Dumpty\nCrackin' under pressure like a white bitch with no sunscreen\nI don't ride no waves, man, I go under, I'm like submarines\n\nI just got a mani, hands are lookin' beautiful\nYou look like you won't shower, you got dirt under your cuticles\nYou talkin' shit, but I can't hear you from your cubicles\nI text your lady, told her don't shave off your pubicles\nI'm well-known all across the land\nWho want the smoke, watch me turn into a rasta, man (blacka, blacka)\nI'm one loco Mexican\nI bring a knife to a gunfight, I'm crazy, son\n\nAin't no love where I rest my head\nSleep with a vest, coming live from the wild, wild west (puta)\nHundred thousand, man, that ain't no flex\nI've seen the youngins make a millie off of fraudulent checks (woo-ah)\nEven tough guys drop like flies\n'Cause where I'm from, shit, not even the strong survive (puta)\nMake a toast 'cause we're still alive\n'Cause where I'm from, shit, not even the strong survive (woo-ah)\n\nYeah, they'd rather see us dead or locked up in the penitentiary\nSleep with body armor for the weapons formed against me\nI'm a big dog, you a poodle, you a Frenchie\nI don't wanna be involved if it ain't 'bout a Benji\nLeave me alone, I'm packing a chrome\nI would hate to go to jail for killing one of my own\nThese hoes the same, I'm surrounded by clones\nFace pretty, head trash, what a waste of a dome (fuck you)\n\nSnuck up out a house, yeah, I had to tippy-toe\nI'm so grimy, but I'm still pretty though\nPremeditated murder, bullet through your chakra\nI chop your nuts off and hand them to your partner\nYou can hate, but I gotta do what I gotta do\nTurning white kids to addicts before they're 22\nSee unfamiliar faces, I'm like, \"Who the fuck is you?\"\nI'm going apeshit, I belong inside a fucking zoo\n\nI play with these hoes, not no Yu-Gi-Oh\nThis is real life, no, not no movie roll\nIf it was, I'd be Peter Pan and you Rufio\nI got the laundry detergent for all you sucios\n\nAin't no love where I rest my head\nSleep with a vest, coming live from the wild, wild west (puta)\nHundred thousand, man, that ain't no flex\nI've seen the youngins make a millie off of fraudulent checks (woo-ah)\nEven tough guys drop like flies\n'Cause where I'm from, shit, not even the strong survive (puta)\nMake a toast 'cause we're still alive\n'Cause where I'm from, shit, not even the strong survive (woo-ah)\n\nThey think I'm on the brink of my insanity\nHe ain't spitting like this for the money, then what can it be?\nMomma managed me, Papa was in the military\nI come from The Bricks where the option is just the cemetery\nI get in the mix, opposite of the Ben & Jerry's\nI did it for kicks, like my position was Vinatieri's\nY'all forgot I'm the doc, go get your dictionaries\nThen you can get your pictures ready for obituaries\n\nUnpredictable, penmanship is the principle\nInvincible, to any instruments I put my mental to\nLyrically, you are not a Schnicken, you don't get the Fu\nIrresistible, it's time to make the truth admissible\nSkills miserable, mistaken think Shaquille's diss-able\nMake you miss-able, you already know my physical\nMade the Earth lift-able\nAnd anybody trying to get on a song, I promise I'ma make your verse skippable\n\nI heard you had it then, but not today though\nDon't tell him where I might go, tonight show, today show\nI'm in the drop, way low, ridin' with fuego\nThey call me \"Papi Grande\", \"El Padrino Negro\"\n\nCoyote\nVine aquí\nViva la México\nParaba-bam, rabam-bam\nRasta hommes","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.13] A todo', a ti sí, a ti, a ti sí te vo'a arrancar la cabeza\n[00:03.86] I'm gonna chop your head off!\n[00:05.30] A-a ti no te vo'a tener compasión\n[00:07.77] A ti no te vo'a tener nada de compasión (ah!)\n[00:10.58] Shut the fuck up, put your fucking guns up\n[00:12.91] They look at me and think, \"Man that's one loco motherfucker\"\n[00:16.17] The young homie trappin' out the lunch truck\n[00:18.10] If you tryna rob on me and pushy? He gon' puck-puck\n[00:20.85] Yeah, don't try to play me for no junkie\n[00:23.04] On the internet, he hard, but in real life, he Humpty Dumpty\n[00:25.95] Crackin' under pressure like a white bitch with no sunscreen\n[00:28.17] I don't ride no waves, man, I go under, I'm like submarines\n[00:31.47] I just got a mani, hands are lookin' beautiful\n[00:33.64] You look like you won't shower, you got dirt under your cuticles\n[00:36.47] You talkin' shit, but I can't hear you from your cubicles\n[00:39.07] I text your lady, told her don't shave off your pubicles\n[00:41.78] I'm well-known all across the land\n[00:43.73] Who want the smoke, watch me turn into a rasta, man (blacka, blacka)\n[00:47.23] I'm one loco Mexican\n[00:49.08] I bring a knife to a gunfight, I'm crazy, son\n[00:52.26] Ain't no love where I rest my head\n[00:54.02] Sleep with a vest, coming live from the wild, wild west (puta)\n[00:57.27] Hundred thousand, man, that ain't no flex\n[00:59.22] I've seen the youngins make a millie off of fraudulent checks (woo-ah)\n[01:02.56] Even tough guys drop like flies\n[01:04.50] 'Cause where I'm from, shit, not even the strong survive (puta)\n[01:07.97] Make a toast 'cause we're still alive\n[01:09.73] 'Cause where I'm from, shit, not even the strong survive (woo-ah)\n[01:11.96] Yeah, they'd rather see us dead or locked up in the penitentiary\n[01:15.26] Sleep with body armor for the weapons formed against me\n[01:17.91] I'm a big dog, you a poodle, you a Frenchie\n[01:20.39] I don't wanna be involved if it ain't 'bout a Benji\n[01:23.23] Leave me alone, I'm packing a chrome\n[01:25.32] I would hate to go to jail for killing one of my own\n[01:28.57] These hoes the same, I'm surrounded by clones\n[01:30.72] Face pretty, head trash, what a waste of a dome (fuck you)\n[01:33.93] Snuck up out a house, yeah, I had to tippy-toe\n[01:36.54] I'm so grimy, but I'm still pretty though\n[01:39.13] Premeditated murder, bullet through your chakra\n[01:41.79] I chop your nuts off and hand them to your partner\n[01:44.39] You can hate, but I gotta do what I gotta do\n[01:46.89] Turning white kids to addicts before they're 22\n[01:49.66] See unfamiliar faces, I'm like, \"Who the fuck is you?\"\n[01:52.26] I'm going apeshit, I belong inside a fucking zoo\n[01:54.63] I play with these hoes, not no Yu-Gi-Oh\n[01:56.94] This is real life, no, not no movie roll\n[02:00.04] If it was, I'd be Peter Pan and you Rufio\n[02:02.62] I got the laundry detergent for all you sucios\n[02:05.27] Ain't no love where I rest my head\n[02:07.08] Sleep with a vest, coming live from the wild, wild west (puta)\n[02:10.30] Hundred thousand, man, that ain't no flex\n[02:12.14] I've seen the youngins make a millie off of fraudulent checks (woo-ah)\n[02:15.60] Even tough guys drop like flies\n[02:17.47] 'Cause where I'm from, shit, not even the strong survive (puta)\n[02:20.76] Make a toast 'cause we're still alive\n[02:22.77] 'Cause where I'm from, shit, not even the strong survive 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He gon' puck-puck\n  Yeah, don't try to play me for no junkie\n  On the internet, he hard, but in real life, he Humpty Dumpty\n  Crackin' under pressure like a white bitch with no sunscreen\n  I don't ride no waves, man, I go under, I'm like submarines\n\n  I just got a mani, hands are lookin' beautiful\n  You look like you won't shower, you got dirt under your cuticles\n  You talkin' shit, but I can't hear you from your cubicles\n  I text your lady, told her don't shave off your pubicles\n  I'm well-known all across the land\n  Who want the smoke, watch me turn into a rasta, man (blacka, blacka)\n  I'm one loco Mexican\n  I bring a knife to a gunfight, I'm crazy, son\n\n  Ain't no love where I rest my head\n  Sleep with a vest, coming live from the wild, wild west (puta)\n  Hundred thousand, man, that ain't no flex\n  I've seen the youngins make a millie off of fraudulent checks (woo-ah)\n  Even tough guys drop like flies\n  'Cause where I'm from, shit, not even the strong survive (puta)\n  Make a toast 'cause we're still alive\n  'Cause where I'm from, shit, not even the strong survive (woo-ah)\n\n  Yeah, they'd rather see us dead or locked up in the penitentiary\n  Sleep with body armor for the weapons formed against me\n  I'm a big dog, you a poodle, you a Frenchie\n  I don't wanna be involved if it ain't 'bout a Benji\n  Leave me alone, I'm packing a chrome\n  I would hate to go to jail for killing one of my own\n  These hoes the same, I'm surrounded by clones\n  Face pretty, head trash, what a waste of a dome (fuck you)\n\n  Snuck up out a house, yeah, I had to tippy-toe\n  I'm so grimy, but I'm still pretty though\n  Premeditated murder, bullet through your chakra\n  I chop your nuts off and hand them to your partner\n  You can hate, but I gotta do what I gotta do\n  Turning white kids to addicts before they're 22\n  See unfamiliar faces, I'm like, \"Who the fuck is you?\"\n  I'm going apeshit, I belong inside a fucking zoo\n\n  I play with these hoes, not no Yu-Gi-Oh\n  This is real life, no, not no movie roll\n  If it was, I'd be Peter Pan and you Rufio\n  I got the laundry detergent for all you sucios\n\n  Ain't no love where I rest my head\n  Sleep with a vest, coming live from the wild, wild west (puta)\n  Hundred thousand, man, that ain't no flex\n  I've seen the youngins make a millie off of fraudulent checks (woo-ah)\n  Even tough guys drop like flies\n  'Cause where I'm from, shit, not even the strong survive (puta)\n  Make a toast 'cause we're still alive\n  'Cause where I'm from, shit, not even the strong survive (woo-ah)\n\n  They think I'm on the brink of my insanity\n  He ain't spitting like this for the money, then what can it be?\n  Momma managed me, Papa was in the military\n  I come from The Bricks where the option is just the cemetery\n  I get in the mix, opposite of the Ben & Jerry's\n  I did it for kicks, like my position was Vinatieri's\n  Y'all forgot I'm the doc, go get your dictionaries\n  Then you can get your pictures ready for obituaries\n\n  Unpredictable, penmanship is the principle\n  Invincible, to any instruments I put my mental to\n  Lyrically, you are not a Schnicken, you don't get the Fu\n  Irresistible, it's time to make the truth admissible\n  Skills miserable, mistaken think Shaquille's diss-able\n  Make you miss-able, you already know my physical\n  Made the Earth lift-able\n  And anybody trying to get on a song, I promise I'ma make your verse skippable\n\n  I heard you had it then, but not today though\n  Don't tell him where I might go, tonight show, today show\n  I'm in the drop, way low, ridin' with fuego\n  They call me \"Papi Grande\", \"El Padrino Negro\"\n\n  Coyote\n  Vine aquí\n  Viva la México\n  Paraba-bam, rabam-bam\n  Rasta hommes\n"},{"id":36898681,"name":"3 Lokos","trackName":"3 Lokos","artistName":"Coyote Shaquille O’Neal","albumName":"3 Lokos","duration":223.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"A todo', a ti sí, a ti, a ti sí te vo'a arrancar la cabeza\nI'm gonna chop your head off!\nA-a ti no te vo'a tener compasión\nA ti no te vo'a tener nada de compasión (ah!)\n\nShut the fuck up, put your fucking guns up\nThey look at me and think, \"Man that's one loco motherfucker\"\nThe young homie trappin' out the lunch truck\nIf you tryna rob on me and pushy? 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already know my physical\n  start_ms: 179580\n  end_ms: 182150\n- text: Made the Earth lift-able\n  start_ms: 182150\n  end_ms: 183650\n- text: And anybody trying to get on a song, I promise I'ma make your verse skippable\n  start_ms: 183650\n  end_ms: 187770\n- text: I heard you had it then, but not today though\n  start_ms: 187770\n  end_ms: 190220\n- text: Don't tell him where I might go, tonight show, today show\n  start_ms: 190220\n  end_ms: 192910\n- text: I'm in the drop, way low, ridin' with fuego\n  start_ms: 192910\n  end_ms: 195310\n- text: They call me \"Papi Grande\", \"El Padrino Negro\"\n  start_ms: 195310\n  end_ms: 198950\n- text: Coyote\n  start_ms: 198950\n  end_ms: 199960\n- text: Vine aquí\n  start_ms: 199960\n  end_ms: 201530\n- text: Viva la México\n  start_ms: 201530\n  end_ms: 203430\n- text: Paraba-bam, rabam-bam\n  start_ms: 203430\n  end_ms: 208240\n- text: Rasta hommes\n  start_ms: 208240\n  end_ms: 210020\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 210020\nplain: |-\n  A todo', a ti sí, a ti, a ti sí te vo'a arrancar la cabeza\n  I'm gonna chop your head off!\n  A-a ti no te vo'a tener compasión\n  A ti no te vo'a tener nada de compasión (ah!)\n\n  Shut the fuck up, put your fucking guns up\n  They look at me and think, \"Man that's one loco motherfucker\"\n  The young homie trappin' out the lunch truck\n  If you tryna rob on me and pushy? He gon' puck-puck\n  Yeah, don't try to play me for no junkie\n  On the internet, he hard, but in real life, he Humpty Dumpty\n  Crackin' under pressure like a white bitch with no sunscreen\n  I don't ride no waves, man, I go under, I'm like submarines\n\n  I just got a mani, hands are lookin' beautiful\n  You look like you won't shower, you got dirt under your cuticles\n  You talkin' shit, but I can't hear you from your cubicles\n  I text your lady, told her don't shave off your pubicles\n  I'm well-known all across the land\n  Who want the smoke, watch me turn into a rasta, man (blacka, blacka)\n  I'm one loco Mexican\n  I bring a knife to a gunfight, I'm crazy, son\n\n  Ain't no love where I rest my head\n  Sleep with a vest, coming live from the wild, wild west (puta)\n  Hundred thousand, man, that ain't no flex\n  I've seen the youngins make a millie off of fraudulent checks (woo-ah)\n  Even tough guys drop like flies\n  'Cause where I'm from, shit, not even the strong survive (puta)\n  Make a toast 'cause we're still alive\n  'Cause where I'm from, shit, not even the strong survive (woo-ah)\n\n  Yeah, they'd rather see us dead or locked up in the penitentiary\n  Sleep with body armor for the weapons formed against me\n  I'm a big dog, you a poodle, you a Frenchie\n  I don't wanna be involved if it ain't 'bout a Benji\n  Leave me alone, I'm packing a chrome\n  I would hate to go to jail for killing one of my own\n  These hoes the same, I'm surrounded by clones\n  Face pretty, head trash, what a waste of a dome (fuck you)\n\n  Snuck up out a house, yeah, I had to tippy-toe\n  I'm so grimy, but I'm still pretty though\n  Premeditated murder, bullet through your chakra\n  I chop your nuts off and hand them to your partner\n  You can hate, but I gotta do what I gotta do\n  Turning white kids to addicts before they're 22\n  See unfamiliar faces, I'm like, \"Who the fuck is you?\"\n  I'm going apeshit, I belong inside a fucking zoo\n\n  I play with these hoes, not no Yu-Gi-Oh\n  This is real life, no, not no movie roll\n  If it was, I'd be Peter Pan and you Rufio\n  I got the laundry detergent for all you sucios\n\n  Ain't no love where I rest my head\n  Sleep with a vest, coming live from the wild, wild west (puta)\n  Hundred thousand, man, that ain't no flex\n  I've seen the youngins make a millie off of fraudulent checks (woo-ah)\n  Even tough guys drop like flies\n  'Cause where I'm from, shit, not even the strong survive (puta)\n  Make a toast 'cause we're still alive\n  'Cause where I'm from, shit, not even the strong survive (woo-ah)\n\n  They think I'm on the brink of my insanity\n  He ain't spitting like this for the money, then what can it be?\n  Momma managed me, Papa was in the military\n  I come from The Bricks where the option is just the cemetery\n  I get in the mix, opposite of the Ben & Jerry's\n  I did it for kicks, like my position was Vinatieri's\n  Y'all forgot I'm the doc, go get your dictionaries\n  Then you can get your pictures ready for obituaries\n\n  Unpredictable, penmanship is the principle\n  Invincible, to any instruments I put my mental to\n  Lyrically, you are not a Schnicken, you don't get the Fu\n  Irresistible, it's time to make the truth admissible\n  Skills miserable, mistaken think Shaquille's diss-able\n  Make you miss-able, you already know my physical\n  Made the Earth lift-able\n  And anybody trying to get on a song, I promise I'ma make your verse skippable\n\n  I heard you had it then, but not today though\n  Don't tell him where I might go, tonight show, today show\n  I'm in the drop, way low, ridin' with fuego\n  They call me \"Papi Grande\", \"El Padrino Negro\"\n\n  Coyote\n  Vine aquí\n  Viva la México\n  Paraba-bam, rabam-bam\n  Rasta hommes\n"}]