[{"id":6240189,"name":"Cypress Hill / Here Is Something You Can't Understand (feat. Kurupt)","trackName":"Cypress Hill / Here Is Something You Can't Understand (feat. 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Ham on the table\nI sic the home girls on you, struck by angels\nGet 'em up drive by, watch 'em gone drive by\nParanoid, we drive by till we die\nYou niggas don't really know shit\nI treat niggas like hoes, goofy silly dumb biatch\n\nHere is something that they just don't get\nI don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\nHere is something that they just don't know\nBack to fo, creepin' through the back door, nigga\n\nHere is something that they just don't get\nI don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\nHere is something that they just don't know\nBack to fo, creepin' through the back door\nI just dope blast 'em\n\n'Cuz I ain't finished yet\nI see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet\nWe're like a pack of panorama\nIn your Soul Assessino\nAttackin' you, till there is nothing left for your mama\nEast side, do or die? Niggas wanna ride\nHitting switches in the cadillac, getting thru real high\n'Cuz we live this, did this, beatin' like a pistol whip\nDon't pull out ya gat if ya gunna let ya pistol slip\n\nI'm ignorin' all the dumb shit, 'cuz these vatos can't hang\nWith the mad dog, nigga, out here runnin' thangs\nDump on that ass if you fuck with my business\nStop Pop, and drop all of you witness\nGlocks lock, and unlock if you listen\nBuck shots, hard stops, no more snitches\nThat's what you get when you fuck with the Real\nHardcore Nigga said, \"Pack That Steel\"\n\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nYeah, the streets is ran, by heats and mini vans\nInvadin the spaces, chucks and fat laces\nThe \"I Don't Give A Fuck\" committee's just arrived\nWith millis and fifty-fives\nHomicidally, I've seperated the busters\nBlasted the snitches, broke the switches\nFucked the bitches, invaded the glitches\nStole the riches, booked the bitches\nLike fuck ya asses, nigga\n\nPoet in the streets, niggas livin' on the edge\nWe take it to the Darkside, gettin' in your head\nWhile you haunt us like a fed, we twist you like a dreadlock\nHas I got to hammer talkin' bitches in the bed?\nWhile you fuckin' with the Soul Assassins in the dark town\nAnd all my latin dog-niggas get to hold it down\nNow your violatin' 'cuz you haters know I'm waitin'\nIn the silver stack in the parkin' lot\nWith the handle cocked\n\nHere is something, that I think you just can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man!\nAnd you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\nHow I could just kill a man!\nYou see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\nHow I could just kill a man!\nAnd if you think you wanna come and test me\nThen come deal with my steel\nHow I could just kill a man!\n\nHere is something, that I think you just can't understand\nAnd you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\nYou see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\nAnd if you think you wanna come and test me\nThen come deal with my steel\n\nYou just don't understand\nHow I could just, kill a man\n(Yeah)\nLa la la la, la la la la la","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.03] Yeah bitch\n[00:02.35] Dogpound and Cypress you fuckers\n[00:04.24] What you think about that?\n[00:05.50] You brother's don't got it\n[00:06.76] B-rizzle you know it, fo' shizzle\n[00:07.97] My nizzle, you gon' get hizzle\n[00:09.91] Relax by the kizzle\n[00:11.28] An' go get us a couple hizzles\n[00:12.75] You dizzles\n[00:13.51] Yeah with muggs\n[00:14.23] What it is\n[00:14.81] SEN dog\n[00:18.17] Keep it real gangster\n[00:18.99] Yeah, B-Real, whaddya gotta say?\n[00:21.09] Bitch you try to spit on, you best get on\n[00:23.19] Before things start to happen and I lose my calm\n[00:25.62] 'Cuz I just wanna puff weed and tip my cup\n[00:28.03] (Yeah)\n[00:28.78] Smoking on a kush weed, not giving a fuck\n[00:30.45] Rhyme flow, mack-o-hoes and stack dough!\n[00:32.84] But niggas wanna do shit to make me react\n[00:35.21] So \"Insane in the brain\", let it rain on a bitch nigga\n[00:37.79] Hanging on my chain 'cuz you wanna be a rich nigga\n[00:40.02] You can't feel me without the braile\n[00:42.18] I'm like that shit that will catch you without the yale\n[00:44.45] Make busters pale 'cuz they seen too much\n[00:46.82] But really what they saw was me and Kurupt\n[00:49.31] Here is something you can't understand\n[00:52.32] How I could just kill a man\n[00:54.29] Here is something you can't understand\n[00:56.97] How I could just kill a man\n[00:59.05] Here is something you can't understand\n[01:01.74] How I could just kill a man\n[01:03.61] Here is something you can't understand\n[01:06.45] How I could just kill a man\n[01:08.50] Penetentionaries stuffed for centuries\n[01:10.48] You gotta be real like me and B-Real\n[01:12.77] See you shoot, you ride but we kill\n[01:15.08] Concentrate unloadin' our steel\n[01:17.74] Dippin', hit up niggas, yes we will\n[01:20.18] Riding on niggas when the may am spills\n[01:22.32] Pistols launch off and travel like arrows, animals, Hannibal\n[01:25.65] Hamlet and unmanageable\n[01:27.26] What you gonna get, nigga? Ham on the table\n[01:29.41] I sic the home girls on you, struck by angels\n[01:31.85] Get 'em up drive by, watch 'em gone drive by\n[01:34.15] Paranoid, we drive by till we die\n[01:36.23] You niggas don't really know shit\n[01:38.78] I treat niggas like hoes, goofy silly dumb biatch\n[01:41.04] Here is something that they just don't get\n[01:43.59] I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\n[01:45.72] Here is something that they just don't know\n[01:48.24] Back to fo, creepin' through the back door, nigga\n[01:50.58] Here is something that they just don't get\n[01:53.05] I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\n[01:55.33] Here is something that they just don't know\n[01:57.73] Back to fo, creepin' through the back door\n[01:59.88] I just dope blast 'em\n[02:01.55] 'Cuz I ain't finished yet\n[02:02.45] I see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet\n[02:04.47] We're like a pack of panorama\n[02:06.02] In your Soul Assessino\n[02:06.81] Attackin' you, till there is nothing left for your mama\n[02:09.41] East side, do or die? Niggas wanna ride\n[02:11.54] Hitting switches in the cadillac, getting thru real high\n[02:13.96] 'Cuz we live this, did this, beatin' like a pistol whip\n[02:16.92] Don't pull out ya gat if ya gunna let ya pistol slip\n[02:18.72] I'm ignorin' all the dumb shit, 'cuz these vatos can't hang\n[02:21.33] With the mad dog, nigga, out here runnin' thangs\n[02:23.31] Dump on that ass if you fuck with my business\n[02:25.97] Stop Pop, and drop all of you witness\n[02:28.23] Glocks lock, and unlock if you listen\n[02:30.53] Buck shots, hard stops, no more snitches\n[02:32.94] That's what you get when you fuck with the Real\n[02:35.28] Hardcore Nigga said, \"Pack That Steel\"\n[02:37.55] Here is something you can't understand\n[02:40.49] How I could just kill a man\n[02:42.45] Here is something you can't understand\n[02:45.19] How I could just kill a man\n[02:47.07] Here is something you can't understand\n[02:49.58] How I could just kill a man\n[02:51.88] Here is something you can't understand\n[02:54.60] How I could just kill a man\n[02:56.43] Yeah, the streets is ran, by heats and mini vans\n[02:58.77] Invadin the spaces, chucks and fat laces\n[03:01.26] The \"I Don't Give A Fuck\" committee's just arrived\n[03:03.66] With millis and fifty-fives\n[03:04.91] Homicidally, I've seperated the busters\n[03:07.14] Blasted the snitches, broke the switches\n[03:09.62] Fucked the bitches, invaded the glitches\n[03:11.77] Stole the riches, booked the bitches\n[03:13.91] Like fuck ya asses, nigga\n[03:15.55] Poet in the streets, niggas livin' on the edge\n[03:17.78] We take it to the Darkside, gettin' in your head\n[03:20.13] While you haunt us like a fed, we twist you like a dreadlock\n[03:22.79] Has I got to hammer talkin' bitches in the bed?\n[03:24.75] While you fuckin' with the Soul Assassins in the dark town\n[03:27.06] And all my latin dog-niggas get to hold it down\n[03:29.51] Now your violatin' 'cuz you haters know I'm waitin'\n[03:31.68] In the silver stack in the parkin' lot\n[03:33.57] With the handle cocked\n[03:34.39] Here is something, that I think you just can't understand\n[03:37.51] How I could just kill a man!\n[03:37.70] And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\n[03:41.22] How I could just kill a man!\n[03:42.79] You see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\n[03:46.96] How I could just kill a man!\n[03:47.42] And if you think you wanna come and test me\n[03:50.43] Then come deal with my steel\n[03:52.45] How I could just kill a man!\n[03:52.90] Here is something, that I think you just can't understand\n[03:57.11] And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\n[04:00.84] You see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\n[04:05.50] And if you think you wanna come and test me\n[04:09.24] Then come deal with my steel\n[04:11.72] You just don't understand\n[04:14.47] How I could just, kill a man\n[04:16.91] (Yeah)\n[04:18.13] La la la la, la la la la la\n[04:24.22] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Cypress Hill / Here Is Something You Can't Understand (feat. 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How I could just kill a man\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  Penetentionaries stuffed for centuries\n  You gotta be real like me and B-Real\n  See you shoot, you ride but we kill\n  Concentrate unloadin' our steel\n  Dippin', hit up niggas, yes we will\n  Riding on niggas when the may am spills\n  Pistols launch off and travel like arrows, animals, Hannibal\n\n  Hamlet and unmanageable\n  What you gonna get, nigga? Ham on the table\n  I sic the home girls on you, struck by angels\n  Get 'em up drive by, watch 'em gone drive by\n  Paranoid, we drive by till we die\n  You niggas don't really know shit\n  I treat niggas like hoes, goofy silly dumb biatch\n\n  Here is something that they just don't get\n  I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\n  Here is something that they just don't know\n  Back to fo, creepin' through the back door, nigga\n\n  Here is something that they just don't get\n  I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\n  Here is something that they just don't know\n  Back to fo, creepin' through the back door\n  I just dope blast 'em\n\n  'Cuz I ain't finished yet\n  I see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet\n  We're like a pack of panorama\n  In your Soul Assessino\n  Attackin' you, till there is nothing left for your mama\n  East side, do or die? 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Ham on the table\nI sic the home girls on you, struck by angels\nGet 'em up drive by, watch 'em gone drive by\nParanoid, we drive by till we die\nYou niggas don't really know shit\nI treat niggas like hoes, goofy silly dumb biatch\n\nHere is something that they just don't get\nI don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\nHere is something that they just don't know\nBack to fo, creepin' through the back door, nigga\n\nHere is something that they just don't get\nI don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\nHere is something that they just don't know\nBack to fo, creepin' through the back door\nI just dope blast 'em\n\n'Cuz I ain't finished yet\nI see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet\nWe're like a pack of panorama\nIn your Soul Assessino\nAttackin' you, till there is nothing left for your mama\nEast side, do or die? Niggas wanna ride\nHitting switches in the cadillac, getting thru real high\n'Cuz we live this, did this, beatin' like a pistol whip\nDon't pull out ya gat if ya gunna let ya pistol slip\n\nI'm ignorin' all the dumb shit, 'cuz these vatos can't hang\nWith the mad dog, nigga, out here runnin' thangs\nDump on that ass if you fuck with my business\nStop Pop, and drop all of you witness\nGlocks lock, and unlock if you listen\nBuck shots, hard stops, no more snitches\nThat's what you get when you fuck with the Real\nHardcore Nigga said, \"Pack That Steel\"\n\nHow I could just kill a man\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nHow I could just kill a man\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nYeah, the streets is ran, by heats and mini vans\nInvadin the spaces, chucks and fat laces\nThe \"I Don't Give A Fuck\" committee's just arrived\nWith millis and fifty-fives\nHomicidally, I've seperated the busters\nBlasted the snitches, broke the switches\nFucked the bitches, invaded the glitches\nStole the riches, booked the bitches\nLike fuck ya asses, nigga\n\nPoet in the streets, niggas livin' on the edge\nWe take it to the Darkside, gettin' in your head\nWhile you haunt us like a fed, we twist you like a dreadlock\nHas I got to hammer talkin' bitches in the bed?\nWhile you fuckin' with the Soul Assassins in the dark town\nAnd all my latin dog-niggas get to hold it down\nNow your violatin' 'cuz you haters know I'm waitin'\nIn the silver stack in the parkin' lot\nWith the handle cocked\n\nHere is something, that I think you just can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man!\nAnd you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\nHow I could just kill a man!\nYou see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\nHow I could just kill a man!\nAnd if you think you wanna come and test me\nThen come deal with my steel\nHow I could just kill a man!\n\nHere is something, that I think you just can't understand\nAnd you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\nYou see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\nAnd if you think you wanna come and test me\nThen come deal with my steel\n\nYou just don't understand\nHow I could just, kill a man\n(Yeah)\nLa la la la, la la la la la","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.00] Yeah bitch\n[00:01.89] Dogpound and Cypress you fuckers\n[00:02.86] What you think about that?\n[00:04.64] You brother's don't got it\n[00:06.49] B-rizzle you know it, fo' shizzle\n[00:07.39] My nizzle, you gon' get hizzle\n[00:09.13] Relax by the kizzle\n[00:10.01] An' go get us a couple hizzles\n[00:11.86] You dizzles\n[00:12.79] Yeah with muggs\n[00:13.67] What it is\n[00:14.59] SEN dog\n[00:15.44] Keep it real gangster\n[00:19.00] Yeah, B-Real, whaddya gotta say?\n[00:20.91] Bitch you try to spit on, you best get on\n[00:22.79] Before things start to happen and I lose my calm\n[00:25.41] 'Cuz I just wanna puff weed and tip my cup\n[00:27.22] (Yeah)\n[00:28.10] Smoking on a kush weed, not giving a fuck\n[00:29.93] Rhyme flow, mack-o-hoes and stack dough!\n[00:31.75] But niggas wanna do shit to make me react\n[00:34.41] So \"Insane in the brain\", let it rain on a bitch nigga\n[00:37.22] Hanging on my chain 'cuz you wanna be a rich nigga\n[00:39.93] You can't feel me without the braile\n[00:41.75] I'm like that shit that will catch you without the yale\n[00:43.52] Make busters pale 'cuz they seen too much\n[00:46.26] But really what they saw was me and Kurupt\n[00:48.90] How I could just kill a man\n[00:53.79] How I could just kill a man\n[00:58.25] How I could just kill a man\n[01:02.78] How I could just kill a man\n[01:08.30] Penetentionaries stuffed for centuries\n[01:10.05] You gotta be real like me and B-Real\n[01:11.85] See you shoot, you ride but we kill\n[01:14.54] Concentrate unloadin' our steel\n[01:17.24] Dippin', hit up niggas, yes we will\n[01:19.04] Riding on niggas when the may am spills\n[01:21.78] Pistols launch off and travel like arrows, animals, Hannibal\n[01:24.44] Hamlet and unmanageable\n[01:26.31] What you gonna get, nigga? Ham on the table\n[01:29.07] I sic the home girls on you, struck by angels\n[01:30.82] Get 'em up drive by, watch 'em gone drive by\n[01:33.52] Paranoid, we drive by till we die\n[01:35.34] You niggas don't really know shit\n[01:38.96] I treat niggas like hoes, goofy silly dumb biatch\n[01:40.77] Here is something that they just don't get\n[01:43.49] I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\n[01:45.38] Here is something that they just don't know\n[01:48.02] Back to fo, creepin' through the back door, nigga\n[01:49.82] Here is something that they just don't get\n[01:52.58] I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\n[01:54.38] Here is something that they just don't know\n[01:57.00] Back to fo, creepin' through the back door\n[01:59.70] I just dope blast 'em\n[02:00.66] 'Cuz I ain't finished yet\n[02:02.43] I see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet\n[02:03.36] We're like a pack of panorama\n[02:05.22] In your Soul Assessino\n[02:06.15] Attackin' you, till there is nothing left for your mama\n[02:08.85] East side, do or die? Niggas wanna ride\n[02:11.58] Hitting switches in the cadillac, getting thru real high\n[02:13.37] 'Cuz we live this, did this, beatin' like a pistol whip\n[02:16.06] Don't pull out ya gat if ya gunna let ya pistol slip\n[02:18.77] I'm ignorin' all the dumb shit, 'cuz these vatos can't hang\n[02:20.56] With the mad dog, nigga, out here runnin' thangs\n[02:23.22] Dump on that ass if you fuck with my business\n[02:25.11] Stop Pop, and drop all of you witness\n[02:27.85] Glocks lock, and unlock if you listen\n[02:29.64] Buck shots, hard stops, no more snitches\n[02:32.38] That's what you get when you fuck with the Real\n[02:34.16] Hardcore Nigga said, \"Pack That Steel\"\n[02:36.89] How I could just kill a man\n[02:41.32] How I could just kill a man\n[02:45.98] How I could just kill a man\n[02:51.33] How I could just kill a man\n[02:54.08] Yeah, the streets is ran, by heats and mini vans\n[02:57.65] Invadin the spaces, chucks and fat laces\n[03:00.33] The \"I Don't Give A Fuck\" 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say?\n\n  Bitch you try to spit on, you best get on\n  Before things start to happen and I lose my calm\n  'Cuz I just wanna puff weed and tip my cup\n  (Yeah)\n  Smoking on a kush weed, not giving a fuck\n  Rhyme flow, mack-o-hoes and stack dough!\n\n  But niggas wanna do shit to make me react\n  So \"Insane in the brain\", let it rain on a bitch nigga\n  Hanging on my chain 'cuz you wanna be a rich nigga\n  You can't feel me without the braile\n  I'm like that shit that will catch you without the yale\n  Make busters pale 'cuz they seen too much\n  But really what they saw was me and Kurupt\n\n  How I could just kill a man\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  How I could just kill a man\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  Penetentionaries stuffed for centuries\n  You gotta be real like me and B-Real\n  See you shoot, you ride but we kill\n  Concentrate unloadin' our steel\n  Dippin', hit up niggas, yes we will\n  Riding on niggas when the may am spills\n  Pistols launch off and travel 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Ham on the table\n  I sic the home girls on you, struck by angels\n  Get 'em up drive by, watch 'em gone drive by\n  Paranoid, we drive by till we die\n  You niggas don't really know shit\n  I treat niggas like hoes, goofy silly dumb biatch\n\n  Here is something that they just don't get\n  I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\n  Here is something that they just don't know\n  Back to fo, creepin' through the back door, nigga\n\n  Here is something that they just don't get\n  I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\n  Here is something that they just don't know\n  Back to fo, creepin' through the back door\n  I just dope blast 'em\n\n  'Cuz I ain't finished yet\n  I see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet\n  We're like a pack of panorama\n  In your Soul Assessino\n  Attackin' you, till there is nothing left for your mama\n  East side, do or die? Niggas wanna ride\n  Hitting switches in the cadillac, getting thru real high\n  'Cuz we live this, did this, beatin' like a pistol whip\n  Don't pull out ya gat if ya gunna let ya pistol slip\n\n  I'm ignorin' all the dumb shit, 'cuz these vatos can't hang\n  With the mad dog, nigga, out here runnin' thangs\n  Dump on that ass if you fuck with my business\n  Stop Pop, and drop all of you witness\n  Glocks lock, and unlock if you listen\n  Buck shots, hard stops, no more snitches\n  That's what you get when you fuck with the Real\n  Hardcore Nigga said, \"Pack That Steel\"\n\n  How I could just kill a man\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  How I could just kill a man\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  Yeah, the streets is ran, by heats and mini vans\n  Invadin the spaces, chucks and fat laces\n  The \"I Don't Give A Fuck\" committee's just arrived\n  With millis and fifty-fives\n  Homicidally, I've seperated the busters\n  Blasted the snitches, broke the switches\n  Fucked the bitches, invaded the glitches\n  Stole the riches, booked the bitches\n  Like fuck ya asses, nigga\n\n  Poet in the streets, niggas livin' on the edge\n  We take it to the Darkside, gettin' in your head\n  While you haunt us like a fed, we twist you like a dreadlock\n  Has I got to hammer talkin' bitches in the bed?\n  While you fuckin' with the Soul Assassins in the dark town\n  And all my latin dog-niggas get to hold it down\n  Now your violatin' 'cuz you haters know I'm waitin'\n  In the silver stack in the parkin' lot\n  With the handle cocked\n\n  Here is something, that I think you just can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man!\n  And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\n  How I could just kill a man!\n  You see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\n  How I could just kill a man!\n  And if you think you wanna come and test me\n  Then come deal with my steel\n  How I could just kill a man!\n\n  Here is something, that I think you just can't understand\n  And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\n  You see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\n  And if you think you wanna come and test me\n  Then come deal with my steel\n\n  You just don't understand\n  How I could just, kill a man\n  (Yeah)\n  La la la la, la la la la la\n"},{"id":9113713,"name":"Here Is Something You Can't Understand","trackName":"Here Is Something You Can't Understand","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Original Album Classics","duration":271.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah bitch\nDogpound and Cypress you fuckers\nWhat you think about that?\nYou brother's don't got it\nB-rizzle you know it, fo' shizzle\nMy nizzle, you gon' get hizzle\nRelax by the kizzle\nAn' go get us a couple hizzles\nYou dizzles\nYeah with muggs\nWhat it is\nSEN dog\nKeep it real gangster\nYeah, B-Real, whaddya gotta say?\n\nBitch you try to spit on, you best get on\nBefore things start to happen and I lose my calm\n'Cuz I just wanna puff weed and tip my cup\n(Yeah)\nSmoking on a kush weed, not giving a fuck\nRhyme flow, mack-o-hoes and stack dough!\n\nBut niggas wanna do shit to make me react\nSo \"Insane in the brain\", let it rain on a bitch nigga\nHanging on my chain 'cuz you wanna be a rich nigga\nYou can't feel me without the braile\nI'm like that shit that will catch you without the yale\nMake busters pale 'cuz they seen too much\nBut really what they saw was me and Kurupt\n\nHow I could just kill a man\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nHow I could just kill a man\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nPenetentionaries stuffed for centuries\nYou gotta be real like me and B-Real\nSee you shoot, you ride but we kill\nConcentrate unloadin' our steel\nDippin', hit up niggas, yes we will\nRiding on niggas when the may am spills\nPistols launch off and travel like arrows, animals, Hannibal\n\nHamlet and unmanageable\nWhat you gonna get, nigga? Ham on the table\nI sic the home girls on you, struck by angels\nGet 'em up drive by, watch 'em gone drive by\nParanoid, we drive by till we die\nYou niggas don't really know shit\nI treat niggas like hoes, goofy silly dumb biatch\n\nHere is something that they just don't get\nI don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\nHere is something that they just don't know\nBack to fo, creepin' through the back door, nigga\n\nHere is something that they just don't get\nI don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\nHere is something that they just don't know\nBack to fo, creepin' through the back door\nI just dope blast 'em\n\n'Cuz I ain't finished yet\nI see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet\nWe're like a pack of panorama\nIn your Soul Assessino\nAttackin' you, till there is nothing left for your mama\nEast side, do or die? Niggas wanna ride\nHitting switches in the cadillac, getting thru real high\n'Cuz we live this, did this, beatin' like a pistol whip\nDon't pull out ya gat if ya gunna let ya pistol slip\n\nI'm ignorin' all the dumb shit, 'cuz these vatos can't hang\nWith the mad dog, nigga, out here runnin' thangs\nDump on that ass if you fuck with my business\nStop Pop, and drop all of you witness\nGlocks lock, and unlock if you listen\nBuck shots, hard stops, no more snitches\nThat's what you get when you fuck with the Real\nHardcore Nigga said, \"Pack That Steel\"\n\nHow I could just kill a man\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nHow I could just kill a man\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nYeah, the streets is ran, by heats and mini vans\nInvadin the spaces, chucks and fat laces\nThe \"I Don't Give A Fuck\" committee's just arrived\nWith millis and fifty-fives\nHomicidally, I've seperated the busters\nBlasted the snitches, broke the switches\nFucked the bitches, invaded the glitches\nStole the riches, booked the bitches\nLike fuck ya asses, nigga\n\nPoet in the streets, niggas livin' on the edge\nWe take it to the Darkside, gettin' in your head\nWhile you haunt us like a fed, we twist you like a dreadlock\nHas I got to hammer talkin' bitches in the bed?\nWhile you fuckin' with the Soul Assassins in the dark town\nAnd all my latin dog-niggas get to hold it down\nNow your violatin' 'cuz you haters know I'm waitin'\nIn the silver stack in the parkin' lot\nWith the handle cocked\n\nHere is something, that I think you just can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man!\nAnd you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\nHow I could just kill a man!\nYou see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\nHow I could just kill a man!\nAnd if you think you wanna come and test me\nThen come deal with my steel\nHow I could just kill a man!\n\nHere is something, that I think you just can't understand\nAnd you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\nYou see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\nAnd if you think you wanna come and test me\nThen come deal with my steel\n\nYou just don't understand\nHow I could just, kill a man\n(Yeah)\nLa la la la, la la la la la","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Here Is Something You Can't Understand\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Original Album Classics\n  duration_ms: 271000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah bitch\n  Dogpound and Cypress you fuckers\n  What you think about that?\n  You brother's don't got it\n  B-rizzle you know it, fo' shizzle\n  My nizzle, you gon' get hizzle\n  Relax by the kizzle\n  An' go get us a couple hizzles\n  You dizzles\n  Yeah with muggs\n  What it is\n  SEN dog\n  Keep it real gangster\n  Yeah, B-Real, whaddya gotta say?\n\n  Bitch you try to spit on, you best get on\n  Before things start to happen and I lose my calm\n  'Cuz I just wanna puff weed and tip my cup\n  (Yeah)\n  Smoking on a kush weed, not giving a fuck\n  Rhyme flow, mack-o-hoes and stack dough!\n\n  But niggas wanna do shit to make me react\n  So \"Insane in the brain\", let it rain on a bitch nigga\n  Hanging on my chain 'cuz you wanna be a rich nigga\n  You can't feel me without the braile\n  I'm like that shit that will catch you without the yale\n  Make busters pale 'cuz they seen too much\n  But really what they saw was me and Kurupt\n\n  How I could just kill a man\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  How I could just kill a man\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  Penetentionaries stuffed for centuries\n  You gotta be real like me and B-Real\n  See you shoot, you ride but we kill\n  Concentrate unloadin' our steel\n  Dippin', hit up niggas, yes we will\n  Riding on niggas when the may am spills\n  Pistols launch off and travel like arrows, animals, Hannibal\n\n  Hamlet and unmanageable\n  What you gonna get, nigga? Ham on the table\n  I sic the home girls on you, struck by angels\n  Get 'em up drive by, watch 'em gone drive by\n  Paranoid, we drive by till we die\n  You niggas don't really know shit\n  I treat niggas like hoes, goofy silly dumb biatch\n\n  Here is something that they just don't get\n  I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\n  Here is something that they just don't know\n  Back to fo, creepin' through the back door, nigga\n\n  Here is something that they just don't get\n  I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\n  Here is something that they just don't know\n  Back to fo, creepin' through the back door\n  I just dope blast 'em\n\n  'Cuz I ain't finished yet\n  I see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet\n  We're like a pack of panorama\n  In your Soul Assessino\n  Attackin' you, till there is nothing left for your mama\n  East side, do or die? Niggas wanna ride\n  Hitting switches in the cadillac, getting thru real high\n  'Cuz we live this, did this, beatin' like a pistol whip\n  Don't pull out ya gat if ya gunna let ya pistol slip\n\n  I'm ignorin' all the dumb shit, 'cuz these vatos can't hang\n  With the mad dog, nigga, out here runnin' thangs\n  Dump on that ass if you fuck with my business\n  Stop Pop, and drop all of you witness\n  Glocks lock, and unlock if you listen\n  Buck shots, hard stops, no more snitches\n  That's what you get when you fuck with the Real\n  Hardcore Nigga said, \"Pack That Steel\"\n\n  How I could just kill a man\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  How I could just kill a man\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  Yeah, the streets is ran, by heats and mini vans\n  Invadin the spaces, chucks and fat laces\n  The \"I Don't Give A Fuck\" committee's just arrived\n  With millis and fifty-fives\n  Homicidally, I've seperated the busters\n  Blasted the snitches, broke the switches\n  Fucked the bitches, invaded the glitches\n  Stole the riches, booked the bitches\n  Like fuck ya asses, nigga\n\n  Poet in the streets, niggas livin' on the edge\n  We take it to the Darkside, gettin' in your head\n  While you haunt us like a fed, we twist you like a dreadlock\n  Has I got to hammer talkin' bitches in the bed?\n  While you fuckin' with the Soul Assassins in the dark town\n  And all my latin dog-niggas get to hold it down\n  Now your violatin' 'cuz you haters know I'm waitin'\n  In the silver stack in the parkin' lot\n  With the handle cocked\n\n  Here is something, that I think you just can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man!\n  And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\n  How I could just kill a man!\n  You see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\n  How I could just kill a man!\n  And if you think you wanna come and test me\n  Then come deal with my steel\n  How I could just kill a man!\n\n  Here is something, that I think you just can't understand\n  And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\n  You see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\n  And if you think you wanna come and test me\n  Then come deal with my steel\n\n  You just don't understand\n  How I could just, kill a man\n  (Yeah)\n  La la la la, la la la la la\n"},{"id":19754873,"name":"Here Is Something You Can’t Understand","trackName":"Here Is Something You Can’t Understand","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Stoned Raiders","duration":291.368875,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah bitch\nDogpound and Cypress you fuckers\nWhat you think about that?\nYou brother's don't got it\nB-rizzle you know it, fo' shizzle\nMy nizzle, you gon' get hizzle\nRelax by the kizzle\nAn' go get us a couple hizzles\nYou dizzles\nYeah with muggs\nWhat it is\nSEN dog\nKeep it real gangster\nYeah, B-Real, whaddya gotta say?\n\nBitch you try to spit on, you best get on\nBefore things start to happen and I lose my calm\n'Cuz I just wanna puff weed and tip my cup\n(Yeah)\nSmoking on a kush weed, not giving a fuck\nRhyme flow, mack-o-hoes and stack dough!\n\nBut niggas wanna do shit to make me react\nSo \"Insane in the brain\", let it rain on a bitch nigga\nHanging on my chain 'cuz you wanna be a rich nigga\nYou can't feel me without the braile\nI'm like that shit that will catch you without the yale\nMake busters pale 'cuz they seen too much\nBut really what they saw was me and Kurupt\n\nHow I could just kill a man\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nHow I could just kill a man\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nPenetentionaries stuffed for centuries\nYou gotta be real like me and B-Real\nSee you shoot, you ride but we kill\nConcentrate unloadin' our steel\nDippin', hit up niggas, yes we will\nRiding on niggas when the may am spills\nPistols launch off and travel like arrows, animals, Hannibal\n\nHamlet and unmanageable\nWhat you gonna get, nigga? Ham on the table\nI sic the home girls on you, struck by angels\nGet 'em up drive by, watch 'em gone drive by\nParanoid, we drive by till we die\nYou niggas don't really know shit\nI treat niggas like hoes, goofy silly dumb biatch\n\nHere is something that they just don't get\nI don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\nHere is something that they just don't know\nBack to fo, creepin' through the back door, nigga\n\nHere is something that they just don't get\nI don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\nHere is something that they just don't know\nBack to fo, creepin' through the back door\nI just dope blast 'em\n\n'Cuz I ain't finished yet\nI see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet\nWe're like a pack of panorama\nIn your Soul Assessino\nAttackin' you, till there is nothing left for your mama\nEast side, do or die? Niggas wanna ride\nHitting switches in the cadillac, getting thru real high\n'Cuz we live this, did this, beatin' like a pistol whip\nDon't pull out ya gat if ya gunna let ya pistol slip\n\nI'm ignorin' all the dumb shit, 'cuz these vatos can't hang\nWith the mad dog, nigga, out here runnin' thangs\nDump on that ass if you fuck with my business\nStop Pop, and drop all of you witness\nGlocks lock, and unlock if you listen\nBuck shots, hard stops, no more snitches\nThat's what you get when you fuck with the Real\nHardcore Nigga said, \"Pack That Steel\"\n\nHow I could just kill a man\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nHow I could just kill a man\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nYeah, the streets is ran, by heats and mini vans\nInvadin the spaces, chucks and fat laces\nThe \"I Don't Give A Fuck\" committee's just arrived\nWith millis and fifty-fives\nHomicidally, I've seperated the busters\nBlasted the snitches, broke the switches\nFucked the bitches, invaded the glitches\nStole the riches, booked the bitches\nLike fuck ya asses, nigga\n\nPoet in the streets, niggas livin' on the edge\nWe take it to the Darkside, gettin' in your head\nWhile you haunt us like a fed, we twist you like a dreadlock\nHas I got to hammer talkin' bitches in the bed?\nWhile you fuckin' with the Soul Assassins in the dark town\nAnd all my latin dog-niggas get to hold it down\nNow your violatin' 'cuz you haters know I'm waitin'\nIn the silver stack in the parkin' lot\nWith the handle cocked\n\nHere is something, that I think you just can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man!\nAnd you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\nHow I could just kill a man!\nYou see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\nHow I could just kill a man!\nAnd if you think you wanna come and test me\nThen come deal with my steel\nHow I could just kill a man!\n\nHere is something, that I think you just can't understand\nAnd you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\nYou see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\nAnd if you think you wanna come and test me\nThen come deal with my steel\n\nYou just don't understand\nHow I could just, kill a man\n(Yeah)\nLa la la la, la la la la la","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.00] Yeah bitch\n[00:01.89] Dogpound and Cypress you fuckers\n[00:02.86] What you think about that?\n[00:04.64] You brother's don't got it\n[00:06.49] B-rizzle you know it, fo' shizzle\n[00:07.39] My nizzle, you gon' get hizzle\n[00:09.13] Relax by the kizzle\n[00:10.01] An' go get us a couple hizzles\n[00:11.86] You dizzles\n[00:12.79] Yeah with muggs\n[00:13.67] What it is\n[00:14.59] SEN dog\n[00:15.44] Keep it real gangster\n[00:19.00] Yeah, B-Real, whaddya gotta say?\n[00:20.91] Bitch you try to spit on, you best get on\n[00:22.79] Before things start to happen and I lose my calm\n[00:25.41] 'Cuz I just wanna puff weed and tip my cup\n[00:27.22] (Yeah)\n[00:28.10] Smoking on a kush weed, not giving a fuck\n[00:29.93] Rhyme flow, mack-o-hoes and stack dough!\n[00:31.75] But niggas wanna do shit to make me react\n[00:34.41] So \"Insane in the brain\", let it rain on a bitch nigga\n[00:37.22] Hanging on my chain 'cuz you wanna be a rich nigga\n[00:39.93] You can't feel me without the braile\n[00:41.75] I'm like that shit that will catch you without the yale\n[00:43.52] Make busters pale 'cuz they seen too much\n[00:46.26] But really what they saw was me and Kurupt\n[00:48.90] How I could just kill a man\n[00:53.79] How I could just kill a man\n[00:58.25] How I could just kill a man\n[01:02.78] How I could just kill a man\n[01:08.30] Penetentionaries stuffed for centuries\n[01:10.05] You gotta be real like me and B-Real\n[01:11.85] See you shoot, you ride but we kill\n[01:14.54] Concentrate unloadin' our steel\n[01:17.24] Dippin', hit up niggas, yes we will\n[01:19.04] Riding on niggas when the may am spills\n[01:21.78] Pistols launch off and travel like arrows, animals, Hannibal\n[01:24.44] Hamlet and unmanageable\n[01:26.31] What you gonna get, nigga? Ham on the table\n[01:29.07] I sic the home girls on you, struck by angels\n[01:30.82] Get 'em up drive by, watch 'em gone drive by\n[01:33.52] Paranoid, we drive by till we die\n[01:35.34] You niggas don't really know shit\n[01:38.96] I treat niggas like hoes, goofy silly dumb biatch\n[01:40.77] Here is something that they just don't get\n[01:43.49] I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\n[01:45.38] Here is something that they just don't know\n[01:48.02] Back to fo, creepin' through the back door, nigga\n[01:49.82] Here is something that they just don't get\n[01:52.58] I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\n[01:54.38] Here is something that they just don't know\n[01:57.00] Back to fo, creepin' through the back door\n[01:59.70] I just dope blast 'em\n[02:00.66] 'Cuz I ain't finished yet\n[02:02.43] I see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet\n[02:03.36] We're like a pack of panorama\n[02:05.22] In your Soul Assessino\n[02:06.15] Attackin' you, till there is nothing left for your mama\n[02:08.85] East side, do or die? Niggas wanna ride\n[02:11.58] Hitting switches in the cadillac, getting thru real high\n[02:13.37] 'Cuz we live this, did this, beatin' like a pistol whip\n[02:16.06] Don't pull out ya gat if ya gunna let ya pistol slip\n[02:18.77] I'm ignorin' all the dumb shit, 'cuz these vatos can't hang\n[02:20.56] With the mad dog, nigga, out here runnin' thangs\n[02:23.22] Dump on that ass if you fuck with my business\n[02:25.11] Stop Pop, and drop all of you witness\n[02:27.85] Glocks lock, and unlock if you listen\n[02:29.64] Buck shots, hard stops, no more snitches\n[02:32.38] That's what you get when you fuck with the Real\n[02:34.16] Hardcore Nigga said, \"Pack That Steel\"\n[02:36.89] How I could just kill a man\n[02:41.32] How I could just kill a man\n[02:45.98] How I could just kill a man\n[02:51.33] How I could just kill a man\n[02:54.08] Yeah, the streets is ran, by heats and mini vans\n[02:57.65] Invadin the spaces, chucks and fat laces\n[03:00.33] The \"I Don't Give A Fuck\" 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Ham on the table\nI sic the home girls on you, struck by angels\nGet 'em up drive by, watch 'em gone drive by\nParanoid, we drive by till we die\nYou niggas don't really know shit\nI treat niggas like hoes, goofy silly dumb biatch\n\nHere is something that they just don't get\nI don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\nHere is something that they just don't know\nBack to fo, creepin' through the back door, nigga\n\nHere is something that they just don't get\nI don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\nHere is something that they just don't know\nBack to fo, creepin' through the back door\nI just dope blast 'em\n\n'Cuz I ain't finished yet\nI see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet\nWe're like a pack of panorama\nIn your Soul Assessino\nAttackin' you, till there is nothing left for your mama\nEast side, do or die? Niggas wanna ride\nHitting switches in the cadillac, getting thru real high\n'Cuz we live this, did this, beatin' like a pistol whip\nDon't pull out ya gat if ya gunna let ya pistol slip\n\nI'm ignorin' all the dumb shit, 'cuz these vatos can't hang\nWith the mad dog, nigga, out here runnin' thangs\nDump on that ass if you fuck with my business\nStop Pop, and drop all of you witness\nGlocks lock, and unlock if you listen\nBuck shots, hard stops, no more snitches\nThat's what you get when you fuck with the Real\nHardcore Nigga said, \"Pack That Steel\"\n\nHow I could just kill a man\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nHow I could just kill a man\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nYeah, the streets is ran, by heats and mini vans\nInvadin the spaces, chucks and fat laces\nThe \"I Don't Give A Fuck\" committee's just arrived\nWith millis and fifty-fives\nHomicidally, I've seperated the busters\nBlasted the snitches, broke the switches\nFucked the bitches, invaded the glitches\nStole the riches, booked the bitches\nLike fuck ya asses, nigga\n\nPoet in the streets, niggas livin' on the edge\nWe take it to the Darkside, gettin' in your head\nWhile you haunt us like a fed, we twist you like a dreadlock\nHas I got to hammer talkin' bitches in the bed?\nWhile you fuckin' with the Soul Assassins in the dark town\nAnd all my latin dog-niggas get to hold it down\nNow your violatin' 'cuz you haters know I'm waitin'\nIn the silver stack in the parkin' lot\nWith the handle cocked\n\nHere is something, that I think you just can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man!\nAnd you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\nHow I could just kill a man!\nYou see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\nHow I could just kill a man!\nAnd if you think you wanna come and test me\nThen come deal with my steel\nHow I could just kill a man!\n\nHere is something, that I think you just can't understand\nAnd you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\nYou see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\nAnd if you think you wanna come and test me\nThen come deal with my steel\n\nYou just don't understand\nHow I could just, kill a man\n(Yeah)\nLa la la la, la la la la la","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.00] Yeah bitch\n[00:01.89] Dogpound and Cypress you fuckers\n[00:02.86] What you think about that?\n[00:04.64] You brother's don't got it\n[00:06.49] B-rizzle you know it, fo' shizzle\n[00:07.39] My nizzle, you gon' get hizzle\n[00:09.13] Relax by the kizzle\n[00:10.01] An' go get us a couple hizzles\n[00:11.86] You dizzles\n[00:12.79] Yeah with muggs\n[00:13.67] What it is\n[00:14.59] SEN dog\n[00:15.44] Keep it real gangster\n[00:19.00] Yeah, B-Real, whaddya gotta say?\n[00:20.91] Bitch you try to spit on, you best get on\n[00:22.79] Before things start to happen and I lose my calm\n[00:25.41] 'Cuz I just wanna puff weed and tip my cup\n[00:27.22] (Yeah)\n[00:28.10] Smoking on a kush weed, not giving a fuck\n[00:29.93] Rhyme flow, mack-o-hoes and stack dough!\n[00:31.75] But niggas wanna do shit to make me react\n[00:34.41] So \"Insane in the brain\", let it rain on a bitch nigga\n[00:37.22] Hanging on my chain 'cuz you wanna be a rich nigga\n[00:39.93] You can't feel me without the braile\n[00:41.75] I'm like that shit that will catch you without the yale\n[00:43.52] Make busters pale 'cuz they seen too much\n[00:46.26] But really what they saw was me and Kurupt\n[00:48.90] How I could just kill a man\n[00:53.79] How I could just kill a man\n[00:58.25] How I could just kill a man\n[01:02.78] How I could just kill a man\n[01:08.30] Penetentionaries stuffed for centuries\n[01:10.05] You gotta be real like me and B-Real\n[01:11.85] See you shoot, you ride but we kill\n[01:14.54] Concentrate unloadin' our steel\n[01:17.24] Dippin', hit up niggas, yes we will\n[01:19.04] Riding on niggas when the may am spills\n[01:21.78] Pistols launch off and travel like arrows, animals, Hannibal\n[01:24.44] Hamlet and unmanageable\n[01:26.31] What you gonna get, nigga? 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Ham on the table\n  I sic the home girls on you, struck by angels\n  Get 'em up drive by, watch 'em gone drive by\n  Paranoid, we drive by till we die\n  You niggas don't really know shit\n  I treat niggas like hoes, goofy silly dumb biatch\n\n  Here is something that they just don't get\n  I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\n  Here is something that they just don't know\n  Back to fo, creepin' through the back door, nigga\n\n  Here is something that they just don't get\n  I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\n  Here is something that they just don't know\n  Back to fo, creepin' through the back door\n  I just dope blast 'em\n\n  'Cuz I ain't finished yet\n  I see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet\n  We're like a pack of panorama\n  In your Soul Assessino\n  Attackin' you, till there is nothing left for your mama\n  East side, do or die? 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Niggas want to ride\nHitting switches in the Cadillac, getting through real high\n''cause we live this, ? this, beatin' like a pistol whip\nDon't pull out ya gat if ya gonna let ya pistol slip\n[Sen Dog]\nI'm ignorin' all the dumb shit, 'cause these vatos can't hang\nWith the Mad Dog, nigga, out here runnin' things\nDump on that ass if you fuck with my business\nStop Pop, and drop all of you witness\nGlocks lock, and unlock if you listen\nBuck shots, hard stops, no more snitches\nThat's what you get when you fuck with the Real\nHardcore Nigga said \"Pack That Steel\"\n[Chorus: x4]\n[Kurupt]\nYeah\nThe streets is ran, by heats and mini vans\nInvading the spaces, chucks and fat laces\nThe \"I Don't Give A Fuck\" committee's just arrived\nWith millis and fifty-fives\nHomicidally, I've separated the busters\nBlasted the snitches, broke the switches\nFucked the bitches, invaded the glitches\nStole the riches, booked the ?\nLike fuck ya ?, nigga\n[B-Real]\nPoet in the streets, niggas livin' on the edge\nWe take it to the Darkside, gettin' in your head\nWhile you haunt us like a fed, we twist you like a dreadlock\nHas I got to hammer talkin bitches in the bed?\nWhile you fuckin' with the Soul Assassins in the dark town\nAnd all my latin dog-niggas get to hold it down\nNow your violatin' ''cause you haters know I'm waitin'\nIn the silver stack in the parkin' lot\nWith the handle cocked\n[Kurupt (Sen Dog): Repeat: x2]\nHere is something, that I think you just can t understand\n(How I could just kill a man!)\nAnd you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\n(How I could just kill a man!)\nYou see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cause should it be for real\n(How I could just kill a man!)\nAnd if you think you want to come and test me, then come deal with my steel\n(How I could just kill a man!)\n[Kurupt]\nYou just don't understand\nHow I could just, kill a man (yeah)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Here Is Something You Can't Understand\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Stoned Raiders\n  duration_ms: 268867\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Kurupt]\n  Yeah bitch\n  Dogpound and Cypress you fuckers\n  What you think about that?\n  You brother's don't got it\n  B-rizzle you know it, fo' shizzle\n  My nizzle, you gon' get hizzle\n  Relax by the kizzle\n  An' go get us a couple hizzles\n  You dizzles\n  Yeah with Muggs\n  What it is\n  Sen Dog!\n  Keep it real gangster\n  Yeah, B-Real, what ya gotta say?\n  [B-Real]\n  Bitch you try to spit on, you best get on\n  Before things start to happen and I lose my calm,\n  'cause I just want to puff weed and tip my cup (Yeah),\n  Smoking on a Kush Weed, not giving a Fuck,\n  Rhyme Flow, Mack-o-hoes and stack dough!\n  But niggas want to do shit to make me react\n  So \"Insane In The Brain\", let it rain on a bitch nigga\n  Haning on my chain 'cause you want to be a rich nigga\n  You can t feel me without the Braile\n  I m like that shit that will catch you without the Yale\n  Make busters pale ''cause they seen too much\n  But really what they saw was me and Kurupt\n  [Chorus: x4]\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I Could Just Kill A Man\n  [Kurupt]\n  Penitentiaries stuffed for centuries\n  You gotta be real like me and B-Real\n  See you shoot, you ride but we kill\n  Concentrate unloadin' our steel\n  Dippin', hit up niggas, yes we will\n  Riding on niggas that when the ? spilled\n  Pistols launch off and travel like arrows, animals, Hannibal\n  ? and unmanageable\n  What you gonna get, nigga ?\n  I sic the hot girls on you, so struck by ?\n  Get em up drive by,\n  Watch em gone drive by\n  Yeah paranoid, we drive by till we die\n  You niggas really don't know shit,\n  I treat niggas like hoes when they silly dumb bitch!\n  [Repeat: x2]\n  Here is something that they just don't get\n  I don't give a fuck nigga, I don t give a shit\n  Here is something that they just know\n  Back/Crack to Fo, creepin' through the back door\n  [Kurupt]\n  I just dope blast 'em\n  [B-Real]\n  'cause I ain t finished yet\n  I see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet\n  We re like a pack of *panorama*\n  In Your Soul Assassin\n  Attacking you, till there is nothing left for your mama\n  East side, do or die? Niggas want to ride\n  Hitting switches in the Cadillac, getting through real high\n  ''cause we live this, ? this, beatin' like a pistol whip\n  Don't pull out ya gat if ya gonna let ya pistol slip\n  [Sen Dog]\n  I'm ignorin' all the dumb shit, 'cause these vatos can't hang\n  With the Mad Dog, nigga, out here runnin' things\n  Dump on that ass if you fuck with my business\n  Stop Pop, and drop all of you witness\n  Glocks lock, and unlock if you listen\n  Buck shots, hard stops, no more snitches\n  That's what you get when you fuck with the Real\n  Hardcore Nigga said \"Pack That Steel\"\n  [Chorus: x4]\n  [Kurupt]\n  Yeah\n  The streets is ran, by heats and mini vans\n  Invading the spaces, chucks and fat laces\n  The \"I Don't Give A Fuck\" committee's just arrived\n  With millis and fifty-fives\n  Homicidally, I've separated the busters\n  Blasted the snitches, broke the switches\n  Fucked the bitches, invaded the glitches\n  Stole the riches, booked the ?\n  Like fuck ya ?, nigga\n  [B-Real]\n  Poet in the streets, niggas livin' on the edge\n  We take it to the Darkside, gettin' in your head\n  While you haunt us like a fed, we twist you like a dreadlock\n  Has I got to hammer talkin bitches in the bed?\n  While you fuckin' with the Soul Assassins in the dark town\n  And all my latin dog-niggas get to hold it down\n  Now your violatin' ''cause you haters know I'm waitin'\n  In the silver stack in the parkin' lot\n  With the handle cocked\n  [Kurupt (Sen Dog): Repeat: x2]\n  Here is something, that I think you just can t understand\n  (How I could just kill a man!)\n  And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\n  (How I could just kill a man!)\n  You see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cause should it be for real\n  (How I could just kill a man!)\n  And if you think you want to come and test me, then come deal with my steel\n  (How I could just kill a man!)\n  [Kurupt]\n  You just don't understand\n  How I could just, kill a man (yeah)\n"},{"id":24255831,"name":"Here Is Something You Can't Understand","trackName":"Here Is Something You Can't Understand","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Stoned Raiders (SPECIAL EDITIO","duration":270.795708,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah bitch\nDogpound and Cypress you fuckers\nWhat you think about that?\nYou brother's don't got it\nB-rizzle you know it, fo' shizzle\nMy nizzle, you gon' get hizzle\nRelax by the kizzle\nAn' go get us a couple hizzles\nYou dizzles\nYeah with muggs\nWhat it is\nSEN dog\nKeep it real gangster\nYeah, B-Real, whaddya gotta say?\n\nBitch you try to spit on, you best get on\nBefore things start to happen and I lose my calm\n'Cuz I just wanna puff weed and tip my cup\n(Yeah)\nSmoking on a kush weed, not giving a fuck\nRhyme flow, mack-o-hoes and stack dough!\n\nBut niggas wanna do shit to make me react\nSo \"Insane in the brain\", let it rain on a bitch nigga\nHanging on my chain 'cuz you wanna be a rich nigga\nYou can't feel me without the braile\nI'm like that shit that will catch you without the yale\nMake busters pale 'cuz they seen too much\nBut really what they saw was me and Kurupt\n\nHow I could just kill a man\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nHow I could just kill a man\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nPenetentionaries stuffed for centuries\nYou gotta be real like me and B-Real\nSee you shoot, you ride but we kill\nConcentrate unloadin' our steel\nDippin', hit up niggas, yes we will\nRiding on niggas when the may am spills\nPistols launch off and travel like arrows, animals, Hannibal\n\nHamlet and unmanageable\nWhat you gonna get, nigga? Ham on the table\nI sic the home girls on you, struck by angels\nGet 'em up drive by, watch 'em gone drive by\nParanoid, we drive by till we die\nYou niggas don't really know shit\nI treat niggas like hoes, goofy silly dumb biatch\n\nHere is something that they just don't get\nI don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\nHere is something that they just don't know\nBack to fo, creepin' through the back door, nigga\n\nHere is something that they just don't get\nI don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\nHere is something that they just don't know\nBack to fo, creepin' through the back door\nI just dope blast 'em\n\n'Cuz I ain't finished yet\nI see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet\nWe're like a pack of panorama\nIn your Soul Assessino\nAttackin' you, till there is nothing left for your mama\nEast side, do or die? Niggas wanna ride\nHitting switches in the cadillac, getting thru real high\n'Cuz we live this, did this, beatin' like a pistol whip\nDon't pull out ya gat if ya gunna let ya pistol slip\n\nI'm ignorin' all the dumb shit, 'cuz these vatos can't hang\nWith the mad dog, nigga, out here runnin' thangs\nDump on that ass if you fuck with my business\nStop Pop, and drop all of you witness\nGlocks lock, and unlock if you listen\nBuck shots, hard stops, no more snitches\nThat's what you get when you fuck with the Real\nHardcore Nigga said, \"Pack That Steel\"\n\nHow I could just kill a man\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nHow I could just kill a man\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nYeah, the streets is ran, by heats and mini vans\nInvadin the spaces, chucks and fat laces\nThe \"I Don't Give A Fuck\" committee's just arrived\nWith millis and fifty-fives\nHomicidally, I've seperated the busters\nBlasted the snitches, broke the switches\nFucked the bitches, invaded the glitches\nStole the riches, booked the bitches\nLike fuck ya asses, nigga\n\nPoet in the streets, niggas livin' on the edge\nWe take it to the Darkside, gettin' in your head\nWhile you haunt us like a fed, we twist you like a dreadlock\nHas I got to hammer talkin' bitches in the bed?\nWhile you fuckin' with the Soul Assassins in the dark town\nAnd all my latin dog-niggas get to hold it down\nNow your violatin' 'cuz you haters know I'm waitin'\nIn the silver stack in the parkin' lot\nWith the handle cocked\n\nHere is something, that I think you just can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man!\nAnd you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\nHow I could just kill a man!\nYou see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\nHow I could just kill a man!\nAnd if you think you wanna come and test me\nThen come deal with my steel\nHow I could just kill a man!\n\nHere is something, that I think you just can't understand\nAnd you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\nYou see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\nAnd if you think you wanna come and test me\nThen come deal with my steel\n\nYou just don't understand\nHow I could just, kill a man\n(Yeah)\nLa la la la, la la la la la","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.00] Yeah bitch\n[00:01.89] Dogpound and Cypress you fuckers\n[00:02.86] What you think about that?\n[00:04.64] You brother's don't got it\n[00:06.49] B-rizzle you know it, fo' shizzle\n[00:07.39] My nizzle, you gon' get hizzle\n[00:09.13] Relax by the kizzle\n[00:10.01] An' go get us a couple hizzles\n[00:11.86] You dizzles\n[00:12.79] Yeah with muggs\n[00:13.67] What it is\n[00:14.59] SEN dog\n[00:15.44] Keep it real gangster\n[00:19.00] Yeah, B-Real, whaddya gotta say?\n[00:20.91] Bitch you try to spit on, you best get on\n[00:22.79] Before things start to happen and I lose my calm\n[00:25.41] 'Cuz I just wanna puff weed and tip my cup\n[00:27.22] (Yeah)\n[00:28.10] Smoking on a kush weed, not giving a fuck\n[00:29.93] Rhyme flow, mack-o-hoes and stack dough!\n[00:31.75] But niggas wanna do shit to make me react\n[00:34.41] So \"Insane in the brain\", let it rain on a bitch nigga\n[00:37.22] Hanging on my chain 'cuz you wanna be a rich nigga\n[00:39.93] You can't feel me without the braile\n[00:41.75] I'm like that shit that will catch you without the yale\n[00:43.52] Make busters pale 'cuz they seen too much\n[00:46.26] But really what they saw was me and Kurupt\n[00:48.90] How I could just kill a man\n[00:53.79] How I could just kill a man\n[00:58.25] How I could just kill a man\n[01:02.78] How I could just kill a man\n[01:08.30] Penetentionaries stuffed for centuries\n[01:10.05] You gotta be real like me and B-Real\n[01:11.85] See you shoot, you ride but we kill\n[01:14.54] Concentrate unloadin' our steel\n[01:17.24] Dippin', hit up niggas, yes we will\n[01:19.04] Riding on niggas when the may am spills\n[01:21.78] Pistols launch off and travel like arrows, animals, Hannibal\n[01:24.44] Hamlet and unmanageable\n[01:26.31] What you gonna get, nigga? Ham on the table\n[01:29.07] I sic the home girls on you, struck by angels\n[01:30.82] Get 'em up drive by, watch 'em gone drive by\n[01:33.52] Paranoid, we drive by till we die\n[01:35.34] You niggas don't really know shit\n[01:38.96] I treat niggas like hoes, goofy silly dumb biatch\n[01:40.77] Here is something that they just don't get\n[01:43.49] I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\n[01:45.38] Here is something that they just don't know\n[01:48.02] Back to fo, creepin' through the back door, nigga\n[01:49.82] Here is something that they just don't get\n[01:52.58] I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\n[01:54.38] Here is something that they just don't know\n[01:57.00] Back to fo, creepin' through the back door\n[01:59.70] I just dope blast 'em\n[02:00.66] 'Cuz I ain't finished yet\n[02:02.43] I see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet\n[02:03.36] We're like a pack of panorama\n[02:05.22] In your Soul Assessino\n[02:06.15] Attackin' you, till there is nothing left for your mama\n[02:08.85] East side, do or die? 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Ham on the table\nI sic the home girls on you, struck by angels\nGet 'em up drive by, watch 'em gone drive by\nParanoid, we drive by till we die\nYou niggas don't really know shit\nI treat niggas like hoes, goofy silly dumb biatch\n\nHere is something that they just don't get\nI don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\nHere is something that they just don't know\nBack to fo, creepin' through the back door, nigga\n\nHere is something that they just don't get\nI don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\nHere is something that they just don't know\nBack to fo, creepin' through the back door\nI just dope blast 'em\n\n'Cuz I ain't finished yet\nI see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet\nWe're like a pack of panorama\nIn your Soul Assessino\nAttackin' you, till there is nothing left for your mama\nEast side, do or die? 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Ham on the table\n  I sic the home girls on you, struck by angels\n  Get 'em up drive by, watch 'em gone drive by\n  Paranoid, we drive by till we die\n  You niggas don't really know shit\n  I treat niggas like hoes, goofy silly dumb biatch\n\n  Here is something that they just don't get\n  I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\n  Here is something that they just don't know\n  Back to fo, creepin' through the back door, nigga\n\n  Here is something that they just don't get\n  I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\n  Here is something that they just don't know\n  Back to fo, creepin' through the back door\n  I just dope blast 'em\n\n  'Cuz I ain't finished yet\n  I see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet\n  We're like a pack of panorama\n  In your Soul Assessino\n  Attackin' you, till there is nothing left for your mama\n  East side, do or die? 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Ham on the table\nI sic the home girls on you, struck by angels\nGet 'em up drive by, watch 'em gone drive by\nParanoid, we drive by till we die\nYou niggas don't really know shit\nI treat niggas like hoes, goofy silly dumb biatch\n\nHere is something that they just don't get\nI don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\nHere is something that they just don't know\nBack to fo, creepin' through the back door, nigga\n\nHere is something that they just don't get\nI don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\nHere is something that they just don't know\nBack to fo, creepin' through the back door\nI just dope blast 'em\n\n'Cuz I ain't finished yet\nI see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet\nWe're like a pack of panorama\nIn your Soul Assessino\nAttackin' you, till there is nothing left for your mama\nEast side, do or die? Niggas wanna ride\nHitting switches in the cadillac, getting thru real high\n'Cuz we live this, did this, beatin' like a pistol whip\nDon't pull out ya gat if ya gunna let ya pistol slip\n\nI'm ignorin' all the dumb shit, 'cuz these vatos can't hang\nWith the mad dog, nigga, out here runnin' thangs\nDump on that ass if you fuck with my business\nStop Pop, and drop all of you witness\nGlocks lock, and unlock if you listen\nBuck shots, hard stops, no more snitches\nThat's what you get when you fuck with the Real\nHardcore Nigga said, \"Pack That Steel\"\n\nHow I could just kill a man\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nHow I could just kill a man\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nYeah, the streets is ran, by heats and mini vans\nInvadin the spaces, chucks and fat laces\nThe \"I Don't Give A Fuck\" committee's just arrived\nWith millis and fifty-fives\nHomicidally, I've seperated the busters\nBlasted the snitches, broke the switches\nFucked the bitches, invaded the glitches\nStole the riches, booked the bitches\nLike fuck ya asses, nigga\n\nPoet in the streets, niggas livin' on the edge\nWe take it to the Darkside, gettin' in your head\nWhile you haunt us like a fed, we twist you like a dreadlock\nHas I got to hammer talkin' bitches in the bed?\nWhile you fuckin' with the Soul Assassins in the dark town\nAnd all my latin dog-niggas get to hold it down\nNow your violatin' 'cuz you haters know I'm waitin'\nIn the silver stack in the parkin' lot\nWith the handle cocked\n\nHere is something, that I think you just can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man!\nAnd you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\nHow I could just kill a man!\nYou see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\nHow I could just kill a man!\nAnd if you think you wanna come and test me\nThen come deal with my steel\nHow I could just kill a man!\n\nHere is something, that I think you just can't understand\nAnd you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\nYou see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\nAnd if you think you wanna come and test me\nThen come deal with my steel\n\nYou just don't understand\nHow I could just, kill a man\n(Yeah)\nLa la la la, la la la la la","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.00] Yeah bitch\n[00:01.89] Dogpound and Cypress you fuckers\n[00:02.86] What you think about that?\n[00:04.64] You brother's don't got it\n[00:06.49] B-rizzle you know it, fo' shizzle\n[00:07.39] My nizzle, you gon' get hizzle\n[00:09.13] Relax by the kizzle\n[00:10.01] An' go get us a couple hizzles\n[00:11.86] You dizzles\n[00:12.79] Yeah with muggs\n[00:13.67] What it is\n[00:14.59] SEN dog\n[00:15.44] Keep it real gangster\n[00:19.00] Yeah, B-Real, whaddya gotta say?\n[00:20.91] Bitch you try to spit on, you best get on\n[00:22.79] Before things start to happen and I lose my calm\n[00:25.41] 'Cuz I just wanna puff weed and tip my cup\n[00:27.22] (Yeah)\n[00:28.10] Smoking on a kush weed, not giving a fuck\n[00:29.93] Rhyme flow, mack-o-hoes and stack dough!\n[00:31.75] But niggas wanna do shit to make me react\n[00:34.41] So \"Insane in the brain\", let it rain on a bitch nigga\n[00:37.22] Hanging on my chain 'cuz you wanna be a rich nigga\n[00:39.93] You can't feel me without the braile\n[00:41.75] I'm like that shit that will catch you without the yale\n[00:43.52] Make busters pale 'cuz they seen too much\n[00:46.26] But really what they saw was me and Kurupt\n[00:48.90] How I could just kill a man\n[00:53.79] How I could just kill a man\n[00:58.25] How I could just kill a man\n[01:02.78] How I could just kill a man\n[01:08.30] Penetentionaries stuffed for centuries\n[01:10.05] You gotta be real like me and B-Real\n[01:11.85] See you shoot, you ride but we kill\n[01:14.54] Concentrate unloadin' our steel\n[01:17.24] Dippin', hit up niggas, yes we will\n[01:19.04] Riding on niggas when the may am spills\n[01:21.78] Pistols launch off and travel like arrows, animals, Hannibal\n[01:24.44] Hamlet and unmanageable\n[01:26.31] What you gonna get, nigga? Ham on the table\n[01:29.07] I sic the home girls on you, struck by angels\n[01:30.82] Get 'em up drive by, watch 'em gone drive by\n[01:33.52] Paranoid, we drive by till we die\n[01:35.34] You niggas don't really know shit\n[01:38.96] I treat niggas like hoes, goofy silly dumb biatch\n[01:40.77] Here is something that they just don't get\n[01:43.49] I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\n[01:45.38] Here is something that they just don't know\n[01:48.02] Back to fo, creepin' through the back door, nigga\n[01:49.82] Here is something that they just don't get\n[01:52.58] I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\n[01:54.38] Here is something that they just don't know\n[01:57.00] Back to fo, creepin' through the back door\n[01:59.70] I just dope blast 'em\n[02:00.66] 'Cuz I ain't finished yet\n[02:02.43] I see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet\n[02:03.36] We're like a pack of panorama\n[02:05.22] In your Soul Assessino\n[02:06.15] Attackin' you, till there is nothing left for your mama\n[02:08.85] East side, do or die? Niggas wanna ride\n[02:11.58] Hitting switches in the cadillac, getting thru real high\n[02:13.37] 'Cuz we live this, did this, beatin' like a pistol whip\n[02:16.06] Don't pull out ya gat if ya gunna let ya pistol slip\n[02:18.77] I'm ignorin' all the dumb shit, 'cuz these vatos can't hang\n[02:20.56] With the mad dog, nigga, out here runnin' thangs\n[02:23.22] Dump on that ass if you fuck with my business\n[02:25.11] Stop Pop, and drop all of you witness\n[02:27.85] Glocks lock, and unlock if you listen\n[02:29.64] Buck shots, hard stops, no more snitches\n[02:32.38] That's what you get when you fuck with the Real\n[02:34.16] Hardcore Nigga said, \"Pack That Steel\"\n[02:36.89] How I could just kill a man\n[02:41.32] How I could just kill a man\n[02:45.98] How I could just kill a man\n[02:51.33] How I could just kill a man\n[02:54.08] Yeah, the streets is ran, by heats and mini vans\n[02:57.65] Invadin the spaces, chucks and fat laces\n[03:00.33] The \"I Don't Give A Fuck\" committee's just arrived\n[03:03.07] With millis and fifty-fives\n[03:03.97] Homicidally, I've seperated the busters\n[03:06.75] Blasted the snitches, broke the switches\n[03:08.56] Fucked the bitches, invaded the glitches\n[03:11.26] Stole the riches, booked the bitches\n[03:13.05] Like fuck ya asses, nigga\n[03:14.86] Poet in the streets, niggas livin' on the edge\n[03:16.62] We take it to the Darkside, gettin' in your head\n[03:19.39] While you haunt us like a fed, we twist you like a dreadlock\n[03:22.03] Has I got to hammer talkin' bitches in the bed?\n[03:23.85] While you fuckin' with the Soul Assassins in the dark town\n[03:26.54] And all my latin dog-niggas get to hold it down\n[03:28.48] Now your violatin' 'cuz you haters know I'm waitin'\n[03:31.13] In the silver stack in the parkin' lot\n[03:33.82] With the handle cocked\n[03:34.74] Here is something, that I think you just can't understand\n[03:37.40] How I could just kill a man!\n[03:38.38] And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\n[03:41.97] How I could just kill a man!\n[03:42.82] You see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\n[03:46.53] How I could just kill a man!\n[03:48.32] And if you think you wanna come and test me\n[03:50.11] Then come deal with my steel\n[03:51.99] How I could just kill a man!\n[03:52.81] Here is something, that I think you just can't understand\n[03:55.53] And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\n[04:01.87] You see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\n[04:06.45] And if you think you wanna come and test me\n[04:09.12] Then come deal with my steel\n[04:11.82] You just don't understand\n[04:14.68] How I could just, kill a man\n[04:16.50] (Yeah)\n[04:19.10] La la la la, la la la la la\n[04:21.83] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Here Is Something You Can't Understand\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Original Album Classics  (Compilation)\n  duration_ms: 270000\n  instrumental: 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like arrows, animals, Hannibal\n\n  Hamlet and unmanageable\n  What you gonna get, nigga? Ham on the table\n  I sic the home girls on you, struck by angels\n  Get 'em up drive by, watch 'em gone drive by\n  Paranoid, we drive by till we die\n  You niggas don't really know shit\n  I treat niggas like hoes, goofy silly dumb biatch\n\n  Here is something that they just don't get\n  I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\n  Here is something that they just don't know\n  Back to fo, creepin' through the back door, nigga\n\n  Here is something that they just don't get\n  I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\n  Here is something that they just don't know\n  Back to fo, creepin' through the back door\n  I just dope blast 'em\n\n  'Cuz I ain't finished yet\n  I see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet\n  We're like a pack of panorama\n  In your Soul Assessino\n  Attackin' you, till there is nothing left for your mama\n  East side, do or die? 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Ham on the table\nI sic the home girls on you, struck by angels\nGet 'em up drive by, watch 'em gone drive by\nParanoid, we drive by till we die\nYou niggas don't really know shit\nI treat niggas like hoes, goofy silly dumb biatch\n\nHere is something that they just don't get\nI don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\nHere is something that they just don't know\nBack to fo, creepin' through the back door, nigga\n\nHere is something that they just don't get\nI don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\nHere is something that they just don't know\nBack to fo, creepin' through the back door\nI just dope blast 'em\n\n'Cuz I ain't finished yet\nI see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet\nWe're like a pack of panorama\nIn your Soul Assessino\nAttackin' you, till there is nothing left for your mama\nEast side, do or die? Niggas wanna ride\nHitting switches in the cadillac, getting thru real high\n'Cuz we live this, did this, beatin' like a pistol whip\nDon't pull out ya gat if ya gunna let ya pistol slip\n\nI'm ignorin' all the dumb shit, 'cuz these vatos can't hang\nWith the mad dog, nigga, out here runnin' thangs\nDump on that ass if you fuck with my business\nStop Pop, and drop all of you witness\nGlocks lock, and unlock if you listen\nBuck shots, hard stops, no more snitches\nThat's what you get when you fuck with the Real\nHardcore Nigga said, \"Pack That Steel\"\n\nHow I could just kill a man\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nHow I could just kill a man\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nYeah, the streets is ran, by heats and mini vans\nInvadin the spaces, chucks and fat laces\nThe \"I Don't Give A Fuck\" committee's just arrived\nWith millis and fifty-fives\nHomicidally, I've seperated the busters\nBlasted the snitches, broke the switches\nFucked the bitches, invaded the glitches\nStole the riches, booked the bitches\nLike fuck ya asses, nigga\n\nPoet in the streets, niggas livin' on the edge\nWe take it to the Darkside, gettin' in your head\nWhile you haunt us like a fed, we twist you like a dreadlock\nHas I got to hammer talkin' bitches in the bed?\nWhile you fuckin' with the Soul Assassins in the dark town\nAnd all my latin dog-niggas get to hold it down\nNow your violatin' 'cuz you haters know I'm waitin'\nIn the silver stack in the parkin' lot\nWith the handle cocked\n\nHere is something, that I think you just can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man!\nAnd you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\nHow I could just kill a man!\nYou see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\nHow I could just kill a man!\nAnd if you think you wanna come and test me\nThen come deal with my steel\nHow I could just kill a man!\n\nHere is something, that I think you just can't understand\nAnd you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\nYou see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\nAnd if you think you wanna come and test me\nThen come deal with my steel\n\nYou just don't understand\nHow I could just, kill a man\n(Yeah)\nLa la la la, la la la la la","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.00]Yeah bitch\n[00:01.89]Dogpound and Cypress you fuckers\n[00:02.86]What you think about that?\n[00:04.64]You brother's don't got it\n[00:06.49]B-rizzle you know it, fo' shizzle\n[00:07.39]My nizzle, you gon' get hizzle\n[00:09.13]Relax by the kizzle\n[00:10.01]An' go get us a couple hizzles\n[00:11.86]You dizzles\n[00:12.79]Yeah with muggs\n[00:13.67]What it is\n[00:14.59]SEN dog\n[00:15.44]Keep it real gangster\n[00:19.00]Yeah, B-Real, whaddya gotta say?\n[00:20.91]Bitch you try to spit on, you best get on\n[00:22.79]Before things start to happen and I lose my calm\n[00:25.41]'Cuz I just wanna puff weed and tip my cup\n[00:27.22](Yeah)\n[00:28.10]Smoking on a kush weed, not giving a fuck\n[00:29.93]Rhyme flow, mack-o-hoes and stack dough!\n[00:31.75]But niggas wanna do shit to make me react\n[00:34.41]So \"Insane in the brain\", let it rain on a bitch nigga\n[00:37.22]Hanging on my chain 'cuz you wanna be a rich nigga\n[00:39.93]You can't feel me without the braile\n[00:41.75]I'm like that shit that will catch you without the yale\n[00:43.52]Make busters pale 'cuz they seen too much\n[00:46.26]But really what they saw was me and Kurupt\n[00:48.90]How I could just kill a man\n[00:53.79]How I could just kill a man\n[00:58.25]How I could just kill a man\n[01:02.78]How I could just kill a man\n[01:08.30]Penetentionaries stuffed for centuries\n[01:10.05]You gotta be real like me and B-Real\n[01:11.85]See you shoot, you ride but we kill\n[01:14.54]Concentrate unloadin' our steel\n[01:17.24]Dippin', hit up niggas, yes we will\n[01:19.04]Riding on niggas when the may am spills\n[01:21.78]Pistols launch off and travel like arrows, animals, Hannibal\n[01:24.44]Hamlet and unmanageable\n[01:26.31]What you gonna get, nigga? Ham on the table\n[01:29.07]I sic the home girls on you, struck by angels\n[01:30.82]Get 'em up drive by, watch 'em gone drive by\n[01:33.52]Paranoid, we drive by till we die\n[01:35.34]You niggas don't really know shit\n[01:38.96]I treat niggas like hoes, goofy silly dumb biatch\n[01:40.77]Here is something that they just don't get\n[01:43.49]I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\n[01:45.38]Here is something that they just don't know\n[01:48.02]Back to fo, creepin' through the back door, nigga\n[01:49.82]Here is something that they just don't get\n[01:52.58]I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\n[01:54.38]Here is something that they just don't know\n[01:57.00]Back to fo, creepin' through the back door\n[01:59.70]I just dope blast 'em\n[02:00.66]'Cuz I ain't finished yet\n[02:02.43]I see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet\n[02:03.36]We're like a pack of panorama\n[02:05.22]In your Soul Assessino\n[02:06.15]Attackin' you, till there is nothing left for your mama\n[02:08.85]East side, do or die? 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Ham on the table\n  I sic the home girls on you, struck by angels\n  Get 'em up drive by, watch 'em gone drive by\n  Paranoid, we drive by till we die\n  You niggas don't really know shit\n  I treat niggas like hoes, goofy silly dumb biatch\n\n  Here is something that they just don't get\n  I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\n  Here is something that they just don't know\n  Back to fo, creepin' through the back door, nigga\n\n  Here is something that they just don't get\n  I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\n  Here is something that they just don't know\n  Back to fo, creepin' through the back door\n  I just dope blast 'em\n\n  'Cuz I ain't finished yet\n  I see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet\n  We're like a pack of panorama\n  In your Soul Assessino\n  Attackin' you, till there is nothing left for your mama\n  East side, do or die? Niggas wanna ride\n  Hitting switches in the cadillac, getting thru real high\n  'Cuz we live this, did this, beatin' like a pistol whip\n  Don't pull out ya gat if ya gunna let ya pistol slip\n\n  I'm ignorin' all the dumb shit, 'cuz these vatos can't hang\n  With the mad dog, nigga, out here runnin' thangs\n  Dump on that ass if you fuck with my business\n  Stop Pop, and drop all of you witness\n  Glocks lock, and unlock if you listen\n  Buck shots, hard stops, no more snitches\n  That's what you get when you fuck with the Real\n  Hardcore Nigga said, \"Pack That Steel\"\n\n  How I could just kill a man\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  How I could just kill a man\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  Yeah, the streets is ran, by heats and mini vans\n  Invadin the spaces, chucks and fat laces\n  The \"I Don't Give A Fuck\" committee's just arrived\n  With millis and fifty-fives\n  Homicidally, I've seperated the busters\n  Blasted the snitches, broke the switches\n  Fucked the bitches, invaded the glitches\n  Stole the riches, booked the bitches\n  Like fuck ya asses, nigga\n\n  Poet in the streets, niggas livin' on the edge\n  We take it to the Darkside, gettin' in your head\n  While you haunt us like a fed, we twist you like a dreadlock\n  Has I got to hammer talkin' bitches in the bed?\n  While you fuckin' with the Soul Assassins in the dark town\n  And all my latin dog-niggas get to hold it down\n  Now your violatin' 'cuz you haters know I'm waitin'\n  In the silver stack in the parkin' lot\n  With the handle cocked\n\n  Here is something, that I think you just can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man!\n  And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\n  How I could just kill a man!\n  You see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\n  How I could just kill a man!\n  And if you think you wanna come and test me\n  Then come deal with my steel\n  How I could just kill a man!\n\n  Here is something, that I think you just can't understand\n  And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\n  You see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\n  And if you think you wanna come and test me\n  Then come deal with my steel\n\n  You just don't understand\n  How I could just, kill a man\n  (Yeah)\n  La la la la, la la la la la\n"},{"id":18194051,"name":"Cypress Hill - Stoned Raiders - here is something you can't understand (feat. kurupt)","trackName":"Cypress Hill - Stoned Raiders - here is something you can't understand (feat. kurupt)","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Stoned Raiders","duration":270.5763119,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah bitch\nDogpound and Cypress you fuckers\nWhat you think about that?\nYou brother's don't got it\nB-rizzle you know it, fo' shizzle\nMy nizzle, you gon' get hizzle\nRelax by the kizzle\nAn' go get us a couple hizzles\nYou dizzles\nYeah with muggs\nWhat it is\nSEN dog\nKeep it real gangster\nYeah, B-Real, whaddya gotta say?\n\nBitch you try to spit on, you best get on\nBefore things start to happen and I lose my calm\n'Cuz I just wanna puff weed and tip my cup\n(Yeah)\nSmoking on a kush weed, not giving a fuck\nRhyme flow, mack-o-hoes and stack dough!\n\nBut niggas wanna do shit to make me react\nSo \"Insane in the brain\", let it rain on a bitch nigga\nHanging on my chain 'cuz you wanna be a rich nigga\nYou can't feel me without the braile\nI'm like that shit that will catch you without the yale\nMake busters pale 'cuz they seen too much\nBut really what they saw was me and Kurupt\n\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nPenetentionaries stuffed for centuries\nYou gotta be real like me and B-Real\nSee you shoot, you ride but we kill\nConcentrate unloadin' our steel\nDippin', hit up niggas, yes we will\nRiding on niggas when the may am spills\nPistols launch off and travel like arrows, animals, Hannibal\n\nHamlet and unmanageable\nWhat you gonna get, nigga? Ham on the table\nI sic the home girls on you, struck by angels\nGet 'em up drive by, watch 'em gone drive by\nParanoid, we drive by till we die\nYou niggas don't really know shit\nI treat niggas like hoes, goofy silly dumb biatch\n\nHere is something that they just don't get\nI don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\nHere is something that they just don't know\nBack to fo, creepin' through the back door, nigga\n\nHere is something that they just don't get\nI don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\nHere is something that they just don't know\nBack to fo, creepin' through the back door\nI just dope blast 'em\n\n'Cuz I ain't finished yet\nI see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet\nWe're like a pack of panorama\nIn your Soul Assessino\nAttackin' you, till there is nothing left for your mama\nEast side, do or die? Niggas wanna ride\nHitting switches in the cadillac, getting thru real high\n'Cuz we live this, did this, beatin' like a pistol whip\nDon't pull out ya gat if ya gunna let ya pistol slip\n\nI'm ignorin' all the dumb shit, 'cuz these vatos can't hang\nWith the mad dog, nigga, out here runnin' thangs\nDump on that ass if you fuck with my business\nStop Pop, and drop all of you witness\nGlocks lock, and unlock if you listen\nBuck shots, hard stops, no more snitches\nThat's what you get when you fuck with the Real\nHardcore Nigga said, \"Pack That Steel\"\n\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nYeah, the streets is ran, by heats and mini vans\nInvadin the spaces, chucks and fat laces\nThe \"I Don't Give A Fuck\" committee's just arrived\nWith millis and fifty-fives\nHomicidally, I've seperated the busters\nBlasted the snitches, broke the switches\nFucked the bitches, invaded the glitches\nStole the riches, booked the bitches\nLike fuck ya asses, nigga\n\nPoet in the streets, niggas livin' on the edge\nWe take it to the Darkside, gettin' in your head\nWhile you haunt us like a fed, we twist you like a dreadlock\nHas I got to hammer talkin' bitches in the bed?\nWhile you fuckin' with the Soul Assassins in the dark town\nAnd all my latin dog-niggas get to hold it down\nNow your violatin' 'cuz you haters know I'm waitin'\nIn the silver stack in the parkin' lot\nWith the handle cocked\n\nHere is something, that I think you just can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man!\nAnd you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\nHow I could just kill a man!\nYou see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\nHow I could just kill a man!\nAnd if you think you wanna come and test me\nThen come deal with my steel\nHow I could just kill a man!\n\nHere is something, that I think you just can't understand\nAnd you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\nYou see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\nAnd if you think you wanna come and test me\nThen come deal with my steel\n\nYou just don't understand\nHow I could just, kill a man\n(Yeah)\nLa la la la, la la la la la","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Cypress Hill - Stoned Raiders - here is something you can't understand (feat. kurupt)\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Stoned Raiders\n  duration_ms: 270576\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah bitch\n  Dogpound and Cypress you fuckers\n  What you think about that?\n  You brother's don't got it\n  B-rizzle you know it, fo' shizzle\n  My nizzle, you gon' get hizzle\n  Relax by the kizzle\n  An' go get us a couple hizzles\n  You dizzles\n  Yeah with muggs\n  What it is\n  SEN dog\n  Keep it real gangster\n  Yeah, B-Real, whaddya gotta say?\n\n  Bitch you try to spit on, you best get on\n  Before things start to happen and I lose my calm\n  'Cuz I just wanna puff weed and tip my cup\n  (Yeah)\n  Smoking on a kush weed, not giving a fuck\n  Rhyme flow, mack-o-hoes and stack dough!\n\n  But niggas wanna do shit to make me react\n  So \"Insane in the brain\", let it rain on a bitch nigga\n  Hanging on my chain 'cuz you wanna be a rich nigga\n  You can't feel me without the braile\n  I'm like that shit that will catch you without the yale\n  Make busters pale 'cuz they seen too much\n  But really what they saw was me and Kurupt\n\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  Penetentionaries stuffed for centuries\n  You gotta be real like me and B-Real\n  See you shoot, you ride but we kill\n  Concentrate unloadin' our steel\n  Dippin', hit up niggas, yes we will\n  Riding on niggas when the may am spills\n  Pistols launch off and travel like arrows, animals, Hannibal\n\n  Hamlet and unmanageable\n  What you gonna get, nigga? Ham on the table\n  I sic the home girls on you, struck by angels\n  Get 'em up drive by, watch 'em gone drive by\n  Paranoid, we drive by till we die\n  You niggas don't really know shit\n  I treat niggas like hoes, goofy silly dumb biatch\n\n  Here is something that they just don't get\n  I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\n  Here is something that they just don't know\n  Back to fo, creepin' through the back door, nigga\n\n  Here is something that they just don't get\n  I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\n  Here is something that they just don't know\n  Back to fo, creepin' through the back door\n  I just dope blast 'em\n\n  'Cuz I ain't finished yet\n  I see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet\n  We're like a pack of panorama\n  In your Soul Assessino\n  Attackin' you, till there is nothing left for your mama\n  East side, do or die? Niggas wanna ride\n  Hitting switches in the cadillac, getting thru real high\n  'Cuz we live this, did this, beatin' like a pistol whip\n  Don't pull out ya gat if ya gunna let ya pistol slip\n\n  I'm ignorin' all the dumb shit, 'cuz these vatos can't hang\n  With the mad dog, nigga, out here runnin' thangs\n  Dump on that ass if you fuck with my business\n  Stop Pop, and drop all of you witness\n  Glocks lock, and unlock if you listen\n  Buck shots, hard stops, no more snitches\n  That's what you get when you fuck with the Real\n  Hardcore Nigga said, \"Pack That Steel\"\n\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  Yeah, the streets is ran, by heats and mini vans\n  Invadin the spaces, chucks and fat laces\n  The \"I Don't Give A Fuck\" committee's just arrived\n  With millis and fifty-fives\n  Homicidally, I've seperated the busters\n  Blasted the snitches, broke the switches\n  Fucked the bitches, invaded the glitches\n  Stole the riches, booked the bitches\n  Like fuck ya asses, nigga\n\n  Poet in the streets, niggas livin' on the edge\n  We take it to the Darkside, gettin' in your head\n  While you haunt us like a fed, we twist you like a dreadlock\n  Has I got to hammer talkin' bitches in the bed?\n  While you fuckin' with the Soul Assassins in the dark town\n  And all my latin dog-niggas get to hold it down\n  Now your violatin' 'cuz you haters know I'm waitin'\n  In the silver stack in the parkin' lot\n  With the handle cocked\n\n  Here is something, that I think you just can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man!\n  And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\n  How I could just kill a man!\n  You see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\n  How I could just kill a man!\n  And if you think you wanna come and test me\n  Then come deal with my steel\n  How I could just kill a man!\n\n  Here is something, that I think you just can't understand\n  And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\n  You see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\n  And if you think you wanna come and test me\n  Then come deal with my steel\n\n  You just don't understand\n  How I could just, kill a man\n  (Yeah)\n  La la la la, la la la la la\n"},{"id":17909454,"name":"14 - Here is something you can't understand","trackName":"14 - Here is something you can't understand","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Stoned Raiders","duration":268.442313,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah bitch\nDogpound and Cypress you fuckers\nWhat you think about that?\nYou brother's don't got it\nB-rizzle you know it, fo' shizzle\nMy nizzle, you gon' get hizzle\nRelax by the kizzle\nAn' go get us a couple hizzles\nYou dizzles\nYeah with muggs\nWhat it is\nSEN dog\nKeep it real gangster\nYeah, B-Real, whaddya gotta say?\n\nBitch you try to spit on, you best get on\nBefore things start to happen and I lose my calm\n'Cuz I just wanna puff weed and tip my cup\n(Yeah)\nSmoking on a kush weed, not giving a fuck\nRhyme flow, mack-o-hoes and stack dough!\n\nBut niggas wanna do shit to make me react\nSo \"Insane in the brain\", let it rain on a bitch nigga\nHanging on my chain 'cuz you wanna be a rich nigga\nYou can't feel me without the braile\nI'm like that shit that will catch you without the yale\nMake busters pale 'cuz they seen too much\nBut really what they saw was me and Kurupt\n\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nPenetentionaries stuffed for centuries\nYou gotta be real like me and B-Real\nSee you shoot, you ride but we kill\nConcentrate unloadin' our steel\nDippin', hit up niggas, yes we will\nRiding on niggas when the may am spills\nPistols launch off and travel like arrows, animals, Hannibal\n\nHamlet and unmanageable\nWhat you gonna get, nigga? Ham on the table\nI sic the home girls on you, struck by angels\nGet 'em up drive by, watch 'em gone drive by\nParanoid, we drive by till we die\nYou niggas don't really know shit\nI treat niggas like hoes, goofy silly dumb biatch\n\nHere is something that they just don't get\nI don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\nHere is something that they just don't know\nBack to fo, creepin' through the back door, nigga\n\nHere is something that they just don't get\nI don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\nHere is something that they just don't know\nBack to fo, creepin' through the back door\nI just dope blast 'em\n\n'Cuz I ain't finished yet\nI see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet\nWe're like a pack of panorama\nIn your Soul Assessino\nAttackin' you, till there is nothing left for your mama\nEast side, do or die? Niggas wanna ride\nHitting switches in the cadillac, getting thru real high\n'Cuz we live this, did this, beatin' like a pistol whip\nDon't pull out ya gat if ya gunna let ya pistol slip\n\nI'm ignorin' all the dumb shit, 'cuz these vatos can't hang\nWith the mad dog, nigga, out here runnin' thangs\nDump on that ass if you fuck with my business\nStop Pop, and drop all of you witness\nGlocks lock, and unlock if you listen\nBuck shots, hard stops, no more snitches\nThat's what you get when you fuck with the Real\nHardcore Nigga said, \"Pack That Steel\"\n\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nYeah, the streets is ran, by heats and mini vans\nInvadin the spaces, chucks and fat laces\nThe \"I Don't Give A Fuck\" committee's just arrived\nWith millis and fifty-fives\nHomicidally, I've seperated the busters\nBlasted the snitches, broke the switches\nFucked the bitches, invaded the glitches\nStole the riches, booked the bitches\nLike fuck ya asses, nigga\n\nPoet in the streets, niggas livin' on the edge\nWe take it to the Darkside, gettin' in your head\nWhile you haunt us like a fed, we twist you like a dreadlock\nHas I got to hammer talkin' bitches in the bed?\nWhile you fuckin' with the Soul Assassins in the dark town\nAnd all my latin dog-niggas get to hold it down\nNow your violatin' 'cuz you haters know I'm waitin'\nIn the silver stack in the parkin' lot\nWith the handle cocked\n\nHere is something, that I think you just can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man!\nAnd you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\nHow I could just kill a man!\nYou see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\nHow I could just kill a man!\nAnd if you think you wanna come and test me\nThen come deal with my steel\nHow I could just kill a man!\n\nHere is something, that I think you just can't understand\nAnd you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\nYou see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\nAnd if you think you wanna come and test me\nThen come deal with my steel\n\nYou just don't understand\nHow I could just, kill a man\n(Yeah)\nLa la la la, la la la la la","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.03] Yeah bitch\n[00:02.35] Dogpound and Cypress you fuckers\n[00:04.24] What you think about that?\n[00:05.50] You brother's don't got it\n[00:06.76] B-rizzle you know it, fo' shizzle\n[00:07.97] My nizzle, you gon' get hizzle\n[00:09.91] Relax by the kizzle\n[00:11.28] An' go get us a couple hizzles\n[00:12.75] You dizzles\n[00:13.51] Yeah with muggs\n[00:14.23] What it is\n[00:14.81] SEN dog\n[00:18.17] Keep it real gangster\n[00:18.99] Yeah, B-Real, whaddya gotta say?\n[00:21.09] Bitch you try to spit on, you best get on\n[00:23.19] Before things start to happen and I lose my calm\n[00:25.62] 'Cuz I just wanna puff weed and tip my cup\n[00:28.03] (Yeah)\n[00:28.78] Smoking on a kush weed, not giving a fuck\n[00:30.45] Rhyme flow, mack-o-hoes and stack dough!\n[00:32.84] But niggas wanna do shit to make me react\n[00:35.21] So \"Insane in the brain\", let it rain on a bitch nigga\n[00:37.79] Hanging on my chain 'cuz you wanna be a rich nigga\n[00:40.02] You can't feel me without the braile\n[00:42.18] I'm like that shit that will catch you without the yale\n[00:44.45] Make busters pale 'cuz they seen too much\n[00:46.82] But really what they saw was me and Kurupt\n[00:49.31] Here is something you can't understand\n[00:52.32] How I could just kill a man\n[00:54.29] Here is something you can't understand\n[00:56.97] How I could just kill a man\n[00:59.05] Here is something you can't understand\n[01:01.74] How I could just kill a man\n[01:03.61] Here is something you can't understand\n[01:06.45] How I could just kill a man\n[01:08.50] Penetentionaries stuffed for centuries\n[01:10.48] You gotta be real like me and B-Real\n[01:12.77] See you shoot, you ride but we kill\n[01:15.08] Concentrate unloadin' our steel\n[01:17.74] Dippin', hit up niggas, yes we will\n[01:20.18] Riding on niggas when the may am spills\n[01:22.32] Pistols launch off and travel like arrows, animals, Hannibal\n[01:25.65] Hamlet and unmanageable\n[01:27.26] What you gonna get, nigga? Ham on the table\n[01:29.41] I sic the home girls on you, struck by angels\n[01:31.85] Get 'em up drive by, watch 'em gone drive by\n[01:34.15] Paranoid, we drive by till we die\n[01:36.23] You niggas don't really know shit\n[01:38.78] I treat niggas like hoes, goofy silly dumb biatch\n[01:41.04] Here is something that they just don't get\n[01:43.59] I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\n[01:45.72] Here is something that they just don't know\n[01:48.24] Back to fo, creepin' through the back door, nigga\n[01:50.58] Here is something that they just don't get\n[01:53.05] I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\n[01:55.33] Here is something that they just don't know\n[01:57.73] Back to fo, creepin' through the back door\n[01:59.88] I just dope blast 'em\n[02:01.55] 'Cuz I ain't finished yet\n[02:02.45] I see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet\n[02:04.47] We're like a pack of panorama\n[02:06.02] In your Soul Assessino\n[02:06.81] Attackin' you, till there is nothing left for your mama\n[02:09.41] East side, do or die? Niggas wanna ride\n[02:11.54] Hitting switches in the cadillac, getting thru real high\n[02:13.96] 'Cuz we live this, did this, beatin' like a pistol whip\n[02:16.92] Don't pull out ya gat if ya gunna let ya pistol slip\n[02:18.72] I'm ignorin' all the dumb shit, 'cuz these vatos can't hang\n[02:21.33] With the mad dog, nigga, out here runnin' thangs\n[02:23.31] Dump on that ass if you fuck with my business\n[02:25.97] Stop Pop, and drop all of you witness\n[02:28.23] Glocks lock, and unlock if you listen\n[02:30.53] Buck shots, hard stops, no more snitches\n[02:32.94] That's what you get when you fuck with the Real\n[02:35.28] Hardcore Nigga said, \"Pack That Steel\"\n[02:37.55] Here is something you can't understand\n[02:40.49] How I could just kill a man\n[02:42.45] Here is something you can't understand\n[02:45.19] How I could just kill a man\n[02:47.07] Here is something you can't understand\n[02:49.58] How I could just kill a man\n[02:51.88] Here is something you can't understand\n[02:54.60] How I could just kill a man\n[02:56.43] Yeah, the streets is ran, by heats and mini vans\n[02:58.77] Invadin the spaces, chucks and fat laces\n[03:01.26] The \"I Don't Give A Fuck\" committee's just arrived\n[03:03.66] With millis and fifty-fives\n[03:04.91] Homicidally, I've seperated the busters\n[03:07.14] Blasted the snitches, broke the switches\n[03:09.62] Fucked the bitches, invaded the glitches\n[03:11.77] Stole the riches, booked the bitches\n[03:13.91] Like fuck ya asses, nigga\n[03:15.55] Poet in the streets, niggas livin' on the edge\n[03:17.78] We take it to the Darkside, gettin' in your head\n[03:20.13] While you haunt us like a fed, we twist you like a dreadlock\n[03:22.79] Has I got to hammer talkin' bitches in the bed?\n[03:24.75] While you fuckin' with the Soul Assassins in the dark town\n[03:27.06] And all my latin dog-niggas get to hold it down\n[03:29.51] Now your violatin' 'cuz you haters know I'm waitin'\n[03:31.68] In the silver stack in the parkin' lot\n[03:33.57] With the handle cocked\n[03:34.39] Here is something, that I think you just can't understand\n[03:37.51] How I could just kill a man!\n[03:37.70] And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\n[03:41.22] How I could just kill a man!\n[03:42.79] You see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\n[03:46.96] How I could just kill a man!\n[03:47.42] And if you think you wanna come and test me\n[03:50.43] Then come deal with my steel\n[03:52.45] How I could just kill a man!\n[03:52.90] Here is something, that I think you just can't understand\n[03:57.11] And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\n[04:00.84] You see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\n[04:05.50] And if you think you wanna come and test me\n[04:09.24] Then come deal with my steel\n[04:11.72] You just don't understand\n[04:14.47] How I could just, kill a man\n[04:16.91] (Yeah)\n[04:18.13] La la la la, la la la la la\n[04:24.22] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 14 - 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 Yeah bitch\n  Dogpound and Cypress you fuckers\n  What you think about that?\n  You brother's don't got it\n  B-rizzle you know it, fo' shizzle\n  My nizzle, you gon' get hizzle\n  Relax by the kizzle\n  An' go get us a couple hizzles\n  You dizzles\n  Yeah with muggs\n  What it is\n  SEN dog\n  Keep it real gangster\n  Yeah, B-Real, whaddya gotta say?\n\n  Bitch you try to spit on, you best get on\n  Before things start to happen and I lose my calm\n  'Cuz I just wanna puff weed and tip my cup\n  (Yeah)\n  Smoking on a kush weed, not giving a fuck\n  Rhyme flow, mack-o-hoes and stack dough!\n\n  But niggas wanna do shit to make me react\n  So \"Insane in the brain\", let it rain on a bitch nigga\n  Hanging on my chain 'cuz you wanna be a rich nigga\n  You can't feel me without the braile\n  I'm like that shit that will catch you without the yale\n  Make busters pale 'cuz they seen too much\n  But really what they saw was me and Kurupt\n\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  Penetentionaries stuffed for centuries\n  You gotta be real like me and B-Real\n  See you shoot, you ride but we kill\n  Concentrate unloadin' our steel\n  Dippin', hit up niggas, yes we will\n  Riding on niggas when the may am spills\n  Pistols launch off and travel like arrows, animals, Hannibal\n\n  Hamlet and unmanageable\n  What you gonna get, nigga? Ham on the table\n  I sic the home girls on you, struck by angels\n  Get 'em up drive by, watch 'em gone drive by\n  Paranoid, we drive by till we die\n  You niggas don't really know shit\n  I treat niggas like hoes, goofy silly dumb biatch\n\n  Here is something that they just don't get\n  I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\n  Here is something that they just don't know\n  Back to fo, creepin' through the back door, nigga\n\n  Here is something that they just don't get\n  I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\n  Here is something that they just don't know\n  Back to fo, creepin' through the back door\n  I just dope blast 'em\n\n  'Cuz I ain't finished yet\n  I see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet\n  We're like a pack of panorama\n  In your Soul Assessino\n  Attackin' you, till there is nothing left for your mama\n  East side, do or die? Niggas wanna ride\n  Hitting switches in the cadillac, getting thru real high\n  'Cuz we live this, did this, beatin' like a pistol whip\n  Don't pull out ya gat if ya gunna let ya pistol slip\n\n  I'm ignorin' all the dumb shit, 'cuz these vatos can't hang\n  With the mad dog, nigga, out here runnin' thangs\n  Dump on that ass if you fuck with my business\n  Stop Pop, and drop all of you witness\n  Glocks lock, and unlock if you listen\n  Buck shots, hard stops, no more snitches\n  That's what you get when you fuck with the Real\n  Hardcore Nigga said, \"Pack That Steel\"\n\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  Yeah, the streets is ran, by heats and mini vans\n  Invadin the spaces, chucks and fat laces\n  The \"I Don't Give A Fuck\" committee's just arrived\n  With millis and fifty-fives\n  Homicidally, I've seperated the busters\n  Blasted the snitches, broke the switches\n  Fucked the bitches, invaded the glitches\n  Stole the riches, booked the bitches\n  Like fuck ya asses, nigga\n\n  Poet in the streets, niggas livin' on the edge\n  We take it to the Darkside, gettin' in your head\n  While you haunt us like a fed, we twist you like a dreadlock\n  Has I got to hammer talkin' bitches in the bed?\n  While you fuckin' with the Soul Assassins in the dark town\n  And all my latin dog-niggas get to hold it down\n  Now your violatin' 'cuz you haters know I'm waitin'\n  In the silver stack in the parkin' lot\n  With the handle cocked\n\n  Here is something, that I think you just can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man!\n  And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\n  How I could just kill a man!\n  You see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\n  How I could just kill a man!\n  And if you think you wanna come and test me\n  Then come deal with my steel\n  How I could just kill a man!\n\n  Here is something, that I think you just can't understand\n  And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\n  You see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\n  And if you think you wanna come and test me\n  Then come deal with my steel\n\n  You just don't understand\n  How I could just, kill a man\n  (Yeah)\n  La la la la, la la la la la\n"},{"id":21130658,"name":"Here Is Something You Can’t Understand","trackName":"Here Is Something You Can’t Understand","artistName":"Cypress Hill\u0000Kurupt","albumName":"Stoned Raiders","duration":270.628571,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah bitch\nDogpound and Cypress you fuckers\nWhat you think about that?\nYou brother's don't got it\nB-rizzle you know it, fo' shizzle\nMy nizzle, you gon' get hizzle\nRelax by the kizzle\nAn' go get us a couple hizzles\nYou dizzles\nYeah with muggs\nWhat it is\nSEN dog\nKeep it real gangster\nYeah, B-Real, whaddya gotta say?\n\nBitch you try to spit on, you best get on\nBefore things start to happen and I lose my calm\n'Cuz I just wanna puff weed and tip my cup\n(Yeah)\nSmoking on a kush weed, not giving a fuck\nRhyme flow, mack-o-hoes and stack dough!\n\nBut niggas wanna do shit to make me react\nSo \"Insane in the brain\", let it rain on a bitch nigga\nHanging on my chain 'cuz you wanna be a rich nigga\nYou can't feel me without the braile\nI'm like that shit that will catch you without the yale\nMake busters pale 'cuz they seen too much\nBut really what they saw was me and Kurupt\n\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nPenetentionaries stuffed for centuries\nYou gotta be real like me and B-Real\nSee you shoot, you ride but we kill\nConcentrate unloadin' our steel\nDippin', hit up niggas, yes we will\nRiding on niggas when the may am spills\nPistols launch off and travel like arrows, animals, Hannibal\n\nHamlet and unmanageable\nWhat you gonna get, nigga? Ham on the table\nI sic the home girls on you, struck by angels\nGet 'em up drive by, watch 'em gone drive by\nParanoid, we drive by till we die\nYou niggas don't really know shit\nI treat niggas like hoes, goofy silly dumb biatch\n\nHere is something that they just don't get\nI don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\nHere is something that they just don't know\nBack to fo, creepin' through the back door, nigga\n\nHere is something that they just don't get\nI don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\nHere is something that they just don't know\nBack to fo, creepin' through the back door\nI just dope blast 'em\n\n'Cuz I ain't finished yet\nI see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet\nWe're like a pack of panorama\nIn your Soul Assessino\nAttackin' you, till there is nothing left for your mama\nEast side, do or die? Niggas wanna ride\nHitting switches in the cadillac, getting thru real high\n'Cuz we live this, did this, beatin' like a pistol whip\nDon't pull out ya gat if ya gunna let ya pistol slip\n\nI'm ignorin' all the dumb shit, 'cuz these vatos can't hang\nWith the mad dog, nigga, out here runnin' thangs\nDump on that ass if you fuck with my business\nStop Pop, and drop all of you witness\nGlocks lock, and unlock if you listen\nBuck shots, hard stops, no more snitches\nThat's what you get when you fuck with the Real\nHardcore Nigga said, \"Pack That Steel\"\n\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nYeah, the streets is ran, by heats and mini vans\nInvadin the spaces, chucks and fat laces\nThe \"I Don't Give A Fuck\" committee's just arrived\nWith millis and fifty-fives\nHomicidally, I've seperated the busters\nBlasted the snitches, broke the switches\nFucked the bitches, invaded the glitches\nStole the riches, booked the bitches\nLike fuck ya asses, nigga\n\nPoet in the streets, niggas livin' on the edge\nWe take it to the Darkside, gettin' in your head\nWhile you haunt us like a fed, we twist you like a dreadlock\nHas I got to hammer talkin' bitches in the bed?\nWhile you fuckin' with the Soul Assassins in the dark town\nAnd all my latin dog-niggas get to hold it down\nNow your violatin' 'cuz you haters know I'm waitin'\nIn the silver stack in the parkin' lot\nWith the handle cocked\n\nHere is something, that I think you just can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man!\nAnd you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\nHow I could just kill a man!\nYou see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\nHow I could just kill a man!\nAnd if you think you wanna come and test me\nThen come deal with my steel\nHow I could just kill a man!\n\nHere is something, that I think you just can't understand\nAnd you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\nYou see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\nAnd if you think you wanna come and test me\nThen come deal with my steel\n\nYou just don't understand\nHow I could just, kill a man\n(Yeah)\nLa la la la, la la la la la","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Here Is Something You Can’t Understand\n  artist: \"Cypress Hill\\0\\uFEFFKurupt\"\n  album: Stoned Raiders\n  duration_ms: 270629\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah bitch\n  Dogpound and Cypress you fuckers\n  What you think about that?\n  You brother's don't got it\n  B-rizzle you know it, fo' shizzle\n  My nizzle, you gon' get hizzle\n  Relax by the kizzle\n  An' go get us a couple hizzles\n  You dizzles\n  Yeah with muggs\n  What it is\n  SEN dog\n  Keep it real gangster\n  Yeah, B-Real, whaddya gotta say?\n\n  Bitch you try to spit on, you best get on\n  Before things start to happen and I lose my calm\n  'Cuz I just wanna puff weed and tip my cup\n  (Yeah)\n  Smoking on a kush weed, not giving a fuck\n  Rhyme flow, mack-o-hoes and stack dough!\n\n  But niggas wanna do shit to make me react\n  So \"Insane in the brain\", let it rain on a bitch nigga\n  Hanging on my chain 'cuz you wanna be a rich nigga\n  You can't feel me without the braile\n  I'm like that shit that will catch you without the yale\n  Make busters pale 'cuz they seen too much\n  But really what they saw was me and Kurupt\n\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  Penetentionaries stuffed for centuries\n  You gotta be real like me and B-Real\n  See you shoot, you ride but we kill\n  Concentrate unloadin' our steel\n  Dippin', hit up niggas, yes we will\n  Riding on niggas when the may am spills\n  Pistols launch off and travel like arrows, animals, Hannibal\n\n  Hamlet and unmanageable\n  What you gonna get, nigga? Ham on the table\n  I sic the home girls on you, struck by angels\n  Get 'em up drive by, watch 'em gone drive by\n  Paranoid, we drive by till we die\n  You niggas don't really know shit\n  I treat niggas like hoes, goofy silly dumb biatch\n\n  Here is something that they just don't get\n  I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\n  Here is something that they just don't know\n  Back to fo, creepin' through the back door, nigga\n\n  Here is something that they just don't get\n  I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\n  Here is something that they just don't know\n  Back to fo, creepin' through the back door\n  I just dope blast 'em\n\n  'Cuz I ain't finished yet\n  I see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet\n  We're like a pack of panorama\n  In your Soul Assessino\n  Attackin' you, till there is nothing left for your mama\n  East side, do or die? Niggas wanna ride\n  Hitting switches in the cadillac, getting thru real high\n  'Cuz we live this, did this, beatin' like a pistol whip\n  Don't pull out ya gat if ya gunna let ya pistol slip\n\n  I'm ignorin' all the dumb shit, 'cuz these vatos can't hang\n  With the mad dog, nigga, out here runnin' thangs\n  Dump on that ass if you fuck with my business\n  Stop Pop, and drop all of you witness\n  Glocks lock, and unlock if you listen\n  Buck shots, hard stops, no more snitches\n  That's what you get when you fuck with the Real\n  Hardcore Nigga said, \"Pack That Steel\"\n\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  Yeah, the streets is ran, by heats and mini vans\n  Invadin the spaces, chucks and fat laces\n  The \"I Don't Give A Fuck\" committee's just arrived\n  With millis and fifty-fives\n  Homicidally, I've seperated the busters\n  Blasted the snitches, broke the switches\n  Fucked the bitches, invaded the glitches\n  Stole the riches, booked the bitches\n  Like fuck ya asses, nigga\n\n  Poet in the streets, niggas livin' on the edge\n  We take it to the Darkside, gettin' in your head\n  While you haunt us like a fed, we twist you like a dreadlock\n  Has I got to hammer talkin' bitches in the bed?\n  While you fuckin' with the Soul Assassins in the dark town\n  And all my latin dog-niggas get to hold it down\n  Now your violatin' 'cuz you haters know I'm waitin'\n  In the silver stack in the parkin' lot\n  With the handle cocked\n\n  Here is something, that I think you just can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man!\n  And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\n  How I could just kill a man!\n  You see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\n  How I could just kill a man!\n  And if you think you wanna come and test me\n  Then come deal with my steel\n  How I could just kill a man!\n\n  Here is something, that I think you just can't understand\n  And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\n  You see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\n  And if you think you wanna come and test me\n  Then come deal with my steel\n\n  You just don't understand\n  How I could just, kill a man\n  (Yeah)\n  La la la la, la la la la la\n"},{"id":10664962,"name":"Here Is Something You Can't Understand","trackName":"Here Is Something You Can't Understand","artistName":"Cypress Hill;Kurupt","albumName":"Stoned Raiders","duration":271.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah bitch\nDogpound and Cypress you fuckers\nWhat you think about that?\nYou brother's don't got it\nB-rizzle you know it, fo' shizzle\nMy nizzle, you gon' get hizzle\nRelax by the kizzle\nAn' go get us a couple hizzles\nYou dizzles\nYeah with muggs\nWhat it is\nSEN dog\nKeep it real gangster\nYeah, B-Real, whaddya gotta say?\n\nBitch you try to spit on, you best get on\nBefore things start to happen and I lose my calm\n'Cuz I just wanna puff weed and tip my cup\n(Yeah)\nSmoking on a kush weed, not giving a fuck\nRhyme flow, mack-o-hoes and stack dough!\n\nBut niggas wanna do shit to make me react\nSo \"Insane in the brain\", let it rain on a bitch nigga\nHanging on my chain 'cuz you wanna be a rich nigga\nYou can't feel me without the braile\nI'm like that shit that will catch you without the yale\nMake busters pale 'cuz they seen too much\nBut really what they saw was me and Kurupt\n\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nPenetentionaries stuffed for centuries\nYou gotta be real like me and B-Real\nSee you shoot, you ride but we kill\nConcentrate unloadin' our steel\nDippin', hit up niggas, yes we will\nRiding on niggas when the may am spills\nPistols launch off and travel like arrows, animals, Hannibal\n\nHamlet and unmanageable\nWhat you gonna get, nigga? Ham on the table\nI sic the home girls on you, struck by angels\nGet 'em up drive by, watch 'em gone drive by\nParanoid, we drive by till we die\nYou niggas don't really know shit\nI treat niggas like hoes, goofy silly dumb biatch\n\nHere is something that they just don't get\nI don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\nHere is something that they just don't know\nBack to fo, creepin' through the back door, nigga\n\nHere is something that they just don't get\nI don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\nHere is something that they just don't know\nBack to fo, creepin' through the back door\nI just dope blast 'em\n\n'Cuz I ain't finished yet\nI see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet\nWe're like a pack of panorama\nIn your Soul Assessino\nAttackin' you, till there is nothing left for your mama\nEast side, do or die? Niggas wanna ride\nHitting switches in the cadillac, getting thru real high\n'Cuz we live this, did this, beatin' like a pistol whip\nDon't pull out ya gat if ya gunna let ya pistol slip\n\nI'm ignorin' all the dumb shit, 'cuz these vatos can't hang\nWith the mad dog, nigga, out here runnin' thangs\nDump on that ass if you fuck with my business\nStop Pop, and drop all of you witness\nGlocks lock, and unlock if you listen\nBuck shots, hard stops, no more snitches\nThat's what you get when you fuck with the Real\nHardcore Nigga said, \"Pack That Steel\"\n\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nYeah, the streets is ran, by heats and mini vans\nInvadin the spaces, chucks and fat laces\nThe \"I Don't Give A Fuck\" committee's just arrived\nWith millis and fifty-fives\nHomicidally, I've seperated the busters\nBlasted the snitches, broke the switches\nFucked the bitches, invaded the glitches\nStole the riches, booked the bitches\nLike fuck ya asses, nigga\n\nPoet in the streets, niggas livin' on the edge\nWe take it to the Darkside, gettin' in your head\nWhile you haunt us like a fed, we twist you like a dreadlock\nHas I got to hammer talkin' bitches in the bed?\nWhile you fuckin' with the Soul Assassins in the dark town\nAnd all my latin dog-niggas get to hold it down\nNow your violatin' 'cuz you haters know I'm waitin'\nIn the silver stack in the parkin' lot\nWith the handle cocked\n\nHere is something, that I think you just can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man!\nAnd you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\nHow I could just kill a man!\nYou see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\nHow I could just kill a man!\nAnd if you think you wanna come and test me\nThen come deal with my steel\nHow I could just kill a man!\n\nHere is something, that I think you just can't understand\nAnd you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\nYou see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\nAnd if you think you wanna come and test me\nThen come deal with my steel\n\nYou just don't understand\nHow I could just, kill a man\n(Yeah)\nLa la la la, la la la la la","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Here Is Something You Can't Understand\n  artist: Cypress Hill;Kurupt\n  album: Stoned Raiders\n  duration_ms: 271000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah bitch\n  Dogpound and Cypress you fuckers\n  What you think about that?\n  You brother's don't got it\n  B-rizzle you know it, fo' shizzle\n  My nizzle, you gon' get hizzle\n  Relax by the kizzle\n  An' go get us a couple hizzles\n  You dizzles\n  Yeah with muggs\n  What it is\n  SEN dog\n  Keep it real gangster\n  Yeah, B-Real, whaddya gotta say?\n\n  Bitch you try to spit on, you best get on\n  Before things start to happen and I lose my calm\n  'Cuz I just wanna puff weed and tip my cup\n  (Yeah)\n  Smoking on a kush weed, not giving a fuck\n  Rhyme flow, mack-o-hoes and stack dough!\n\n  But niggas wanna do shit to make me react\n  So \"Insane in the brain\", let it rain on a bitch nigga\n  Hanging on my chain 'cuz you wanna be a rich nigga\n  You can't feel me without the braile\n  I'm like that shit that will catch you without the yale\n  Make busters pale 'cuz they seen too much\n  But really what they saw was me and Kurupt\n\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  Penetentionaries stuffed for centuries\n  You gotta be real like me and B-Real\n  See you shoot, you ride but we kill\n  Concentrate unloadin' our steel\n  Dippin', hit up niggas, yes we will\n  Riding on niggas when the may am spills\n  Pistols launch off and travel like arrows, animals, Hannibal\n\n  Hamlet and unmanageable\n  What you gonna get, nigga? Ham on the table\n  I sic the home girls on you, struck by angels\n  Get 'em up drive by, watch 'em gone drive by\n  Paranoid, we drive by till we die\n  You niggas don't really know shit\n  I treat niggas like hoes, goofy silly dumb biatch\n\n  Here is something that they just don't get\n  I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\n  Here is something that they just don't know\n  Back to fo, creepin' through the back door, nigga\n\n  Here is something that they just don't get\n  I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\n  Here is something that they just don't know\n  Back to fo, creepin' through the back door\n  I just dope blast 'em\n\n  'Cuz I ain't finished yet\n  I see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet\n  We're like a pack of panorama\n  In your Soul Assessino\n  Attackin' you, till there is nothing left for your mama\n  East side, do or die? Niggas wanna ride\n  Hitting switches in the cadillac, getting thru real high\n  'Cuz we live this, did this, beatin' like a pistol whip\n  Don't pull out ya gat if ya gunna let ya pistol slip\n\n  I'm ignorin' all the dumb shit, 'cuz these vatos can't hang\n  With the mad dog, nigga, out here runnin' thangs\n  Dump on that ass if you fuck with my business\n  Stop Pop, and drop all of you witness\n  Glocks lock, and unlock if you listen\n  Buck shots, hard stops, no more snitches\n  That's what you get when you fuck with the Real\n  Hardcore Nigga said, \"Pack That Steel\"\n\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  Yeah, the streets is ran, by heats and mini vans\n  Invadin the spaces, chucks and fat laces\n  The \"I Don't Give A Fuck\" committee's just arrived\n  With millis and fifty-fives\n  Homicidally, I've seperated the busters\n  Blasted the snitches, broke the switches\n  Fucked the bitches, invaded the glitches\n  Stole the riches, booked the bitches\n  Like fuck ya asses, nigga\n\n  Poet in the streets, niggas livin' on the edge\n  We take it to the Darkside, gettin' in your head\n  While you haunt us like a fed, we twist you like a dreadlock\n  Has I got to hammer talkin' bitches in the bed?\n  While you fuckin' with the Soul Assassins in the dark town\n  And all my latin dog-niggas get to hold it down\n  Now your violatin' 'cuz you haters know I'm waitin'\n  In the silver stack in the parkin' lot\n  With the handle cocked\n\n  Here is something, that I think you just can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man!\n  And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\n  How I could just kill a man!\n  You see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\n  How I could just kill a man!\n  And if you think you wanna come and test me\n  Then come deal with my steel\n  How I could just kill a man!\n\n  Here is something, that I think you just can't understand\n  And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\n  You see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\n  And if you think you wanna come and test me\n  Then come deal with my steel\n\n  You just don't understand\n  How I could just, kill a man\n  (Yeah)\n  La la la la, la la la la la\n"},{"id":39165801,"name":"Here Is Something You Can't Understand","trackName":"Here Is Something You Can't Understand","artistName":"Cypress Hill/Kurupt","albumName":"Stoned Raiders","duration":283.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah bitch\nDogpound and Cypress you fuckers\nWhat you think about that?\nYou brother's don't got it\nB-rizzle you know it, fo' shizzle\nMy nizzle, you gon' get hizzle\nRelax by the kizzle\nAn' go get us a couple hizzles\nYou dizzles\nYeah with muggs\nWhat it is\nSEN dog\nKeep it real gangster\nYeah, B-Real, whaddya gotta say?\n\nBitch you try to spit on, you best get on\nBefore things start to happen and I lose my calm\n'Cuz I just wanna puff weed and tip my cup\n(Yeah)\nSmoking on a kush weed, not giving a fuck\nRhyme flow, mack-o-hoes and stack dough!\n\nBut niggas wanna do shit to make me react\nSo \"Insane in the brain\", let it rain on a bitch nigga\nHanging on my chain 'cuz you wanna be a rich nigga\nYou can't feel me without the braile\nI'm like that shit that will catch you without the yale\nMake busters pale 'cuz they seen too much\nBut really what they saw was me and Kurupt\n\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nPenetentionaries stuffed for centuries\nYou gotta be real like me and B-Real\nSee you shoot, you ride but we kill\nConcentrate unloadin' our steel\nDippin', hit up niggas, yes we will\nRiding on niggas when the may am spills\nPistols launch off and travel like arrows, animals, Hannibal\n\nHamlet and unmanageable\nWhat you gonna get, nigga? Ham on the table\nI sic the home girls on you, struck by angels\nGet 'em up drive by, watch 'em gone drive by\nParanoid, we drive by till we die\nYou niggas don't really know shit\nI treat niggas like hoes, goofy silly dumb biatch\n\nHere is something that they just don't get\nI don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\nHere is something that they just don't know\nBack to fo, creepin' through the back door, nigga\n\nHere is something that they just don't get\nI don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\nHere is something that they just don't know\nBack to fo, creepin' through the back door\nI just dope blast 'em\n\n'Cuz I ain't finished yet\nI see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet\nWe're like a pack of panorama\nIn your Soul Assessino\nAttackin' you, till there is nothing left for your mama\nEast side, do or die? Niggas wanna ride\nHitting switches in the cadillac, getting thru real high\n'Cuz we live this, did this, beatin' like a pistol whip\nDon't pull out ya gat if ya gunna let ya pistol slip\n\nI'm ignorin' all the dumb shit, 'cuz these vatos can't hang\nWith the mad dog, nigga, out here runnin' thangs\nDump on that ass if you fuck with my business\nStop Pop, and drop all of you witness\nGlocks lock, and unlock if you listen\nBuck shots, hard stops, no more snitches\nThat's what you get when you fuck with the Real\nHardcore Nigga said, \"Pack That Steel\"\n\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nYeah, the streets is ran, by heats and mini vans\nInvadin the spaces, chucks and fat laces\nThe \"I Don't Give A Fuck\" committee's just arrived\nWith millis and fifty-fives\nHomicidally, I've seperated the busters\nBlasted the snitches, broke the switches\nFucked the bitches, invaded the glitches\nStole the riches, booked the bitches\nLike fuck ya asses, nigga\n\nPoet in the streets, niggas livin' on the edge\nWe take it to the Darkside, gettin' in your head\nWhile you haunt us like a fed, we twist you like a dreadlock\nHas I got to hammer talkin' bitches in the bed?\nWhile you fuckin' with the Soul Assassins in the dark town\nAnd all my latin dog-niggas get to hold it down\nNow your violatin' 'cuz you haters know I'm waitin'\nIn the silver stack in the parkin' lot\nWith the handle cocked\n\nHere is something, that I think you just can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man!\nAnd you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\nHow I could just kill a man!\nYou see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\nHow I could just kill a man!\nAnd if you think you wanna come and test me\nThen come deal with my steel\nHow I could just kill a man!\n\nHere is something, that I think you just can't understand\nAnd you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\nYou see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\nAnd if you think you wanna come and test me\nThen come deal with my steel\n\nYou just don't understand\nHow I could just, kill a man\n(Yeah)\nLa la la la, la la la la la","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Here Is Something You Can't Understand\n  artist: Cypress Hill/Kurupt\n  album: Stoned Raiders\n  duration_ms: 283047\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah bitch\n  Dogpound and Cypress you fuckers\n  What you think about that?\n  You brother's don't got it\n  B-rizzle you know it, fo' shizzle\n  My nizzle, you gon' get hizzle\n  Relax by the kizzle\n  An' go get us a couple hizzles\n  You dizzles\n  Yeah with muggs\n  What it is\n  SEN dog\n  Keep it real gangster\n  Yeah, B-Real, whaddya gotta say?\n\n  Bitch you try to spit on, you best get on\n  Before things start to happen and I lose my calm\n  'Cuz I just wanna puff weed and tip my cup\n  (Yeah)\n  Smoking on a kush weed, not giving a fuck\n  Rhyme flow, mack-o-hoes and stack dough!\n\n  But niggas wanna do shit to make me react\n  So \"Insane in the brain\", let it rain on a bitch nigga\n  Hanging on my chain 'cuz you wanna be a rich nigga\n  You can't feel me without the braile\n  I'm like that shit that will catch you without the yale\n  Make busters pale 'cuz they seen too much\n  But really what they saw was me and Kurupt\n\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  Penetentionaries stuffed for centuries\n  You gotta be real like me and B-Real\n  See you shoot, you ride but we kill\n  Concentrate unloadin' our steel\n  Dippin', hit up niggas, yes we will\n  Riding on niggas when the may am spills\n  Pistols launch off and travel like arrows, animals, Hannibal\n\n  Hamlet and unmanageable\n  What you gonna get, nigga? Ham on the table\n  I sic the home girls on you, struck by angels\n  Get 'em up drive by, watch 'em gone drive by\n  Paranoid, we drive by till we die\n  You niggas don't really know shit\n  I treat niggas like hoes, goofy silly dumb biatch\n\n  Here is something that they just don't get\n  I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\n  Here is something that they just don't know\n  Back to fo, creepin' through the back door, nigga\n\n  Here is something that they just don't get\n  I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\n  Here is something that they just don't know\n  Back to fo, creepin' through the back door\n  I just dope blast 'em\n\n  'Cuz I ain't finished yet\n  I see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet\n  We're like a pack of panorama\n  In your Soul Assessino\n  Attackin' you, till there is nothing left for your mama\n  East side, do or die? Niggas wanna ride\n  Hitting switches in the cadillac, getting thru real high\n  'Cuz we live this, did this, beatin' like a pistol whip\n  Don't pull out ya gat if ya gunna let ya pistol slip\n\n  I'm ignorin' all the dumb shit, 'cuz these vatos can't hang\n  With the mad dog, nigga, out here runnin' thangs\n  Dump on that ass if you fuck with my business\n  Stop Pop, and drop all of you witness\n  Glocks lock, and unlock if you listen\n  Buck shots, hard stops, no more snitches\n  That's what you get when you fuck with the Real\n  Hardcore Nigga said, \"Pack That Steel\"\n\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  Yeah, the streets is ran, by heats and mini vans\n  Invadin the spaces, chucks and fat laces\n  The \"I Don't Give A Fuck\" committee's just arrived\n  With millis and fifty-fives\n  Homicidally, I've seperated the busters\n  Blasted the snitches, broke the switches\n  Fucked the bitches, invaded the glitches\n  Stole the riches, booked the bitches\n  Like fuck ya asses, nigga\n\n  Poet in the streets, niggas livin' on the edge\n  We take it to the Darkside, gettin' in your head\n  While you haunt us like a fed, we twist you like a dreadlock\n  Has I got to hammer talkin' bitches in the bed?\n  While you fuckin' with the Soul Assassins in the dark town\n  And all my latin dog-niggas get to hold it down\n  Now your violatin' 'cuz you haters know I'm waitin'\n  In the silver stack in the parkin' lot\n  With the handle cocked\n\n  Here is something, that I think you just can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man!\n  And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\n  How I could just kill a man!\n  You see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\n  How I could just kill a man!\n  And if you think you wanna come and test me\n  Then come deal with my steel\n  How I could just kill a man!\n\n  Here is something, that I think you just can't understand\n  And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\n  You see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\n  And if you think you wanna come and test me\n  Then come deal with my steel\n\n  You just don't understand\n  How I could just, kill a man\n  (Yeah)\n  La la la la, la la la la la\n"},{"id":1461143,"name":"Here Is Something You Can't Understand (feat. 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Ham on the table\nI sic the home girls on you, struck by angels\nGet 'em up drive by, watch 'em gone drive by\nParanoid, we drive by till we die\nYou niggas don't really know shit\nI treat niggas like hoes, goofy silly dumb biatch\n\nHere is something that they just don't get\nI don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\nHere is something that they just don't know\nBack to fo, creepin' through the back door, nigga\n\nHere is something that they just don't get\nI don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\nHere is something that they just don't know\nBack to fo, creepin' through the back door\nI just dope blast 'em\n\n'Cuz I ain't finished yet\nI see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet\nWe're like a pack of panorama\nIn your Soul Assessino\nAttackin' you, till there is nothing left for your mama\nEast side, do or die? Niggas wanna ride\nHitting switches in the cadillac, getting thru real high\n'Cuz we live this, did this, beatin' like a pistol whip\nDon't pull out ya gat if ya gunna let ya pistol slip\n\nI'm ignorin' all the dumb shit, 'cuz these vatos can't hang\nWith the mad dog, nigga, out here runnin' thangs\nDump on that ass if you fuck with my business\nStop Pop, and drop all of you witness\nGlocks lock, and unlock if you listen\nBuck shots, hard stops, no more snitches\nThat's what you get when you fuck with the Real\nHardcore Nigga said, \"Pack That Steel\"\n\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nYeah, the streets is ran, by heats and mini vans\nInvadin the spaces, chucks and fat laces\nThe \"I Don't Give A Fuck\" committee's just arrived\nWith millis and fifty-fives\nHomicidally, I've seperated the busters\nBlasted the snitches, broke the switches\nFucked the bitches, invaded the glitches\nStole the riches, booked the bitches\nLike fuck ya asses, nigga\n\nPoet in the streets, niggas livin' on the edge\nWe take it to the Darkside, gettin' in your head\nWhile you haunt us like a fed, we twist you like a dreadlock\nHas I got to hammer talkin' bitches in the bed?\nWhile you fuckin' with the Soul Assassins in the dark town\nAnd all my latin dog-niggas get to hold it down\nNow your violatin' 'cuz you haters know I'm waitin'\nIn the silver stack in the parkin' lot\nWith the handle cocked\n\nHere is something, that I think you just can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man!\nAnd you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\nHow I could just kill a man!\nYou see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\nHow I could just kill a man!\nAnd if you think you wanna come and test me\nThen come deal with my steel\nHow I could just kill a man!\n\nHere is something, that I think you just can't understand\nAnd you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\nYou see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\nAnd if you think you wanna come and test me\nThen come deal with my steel\n\nYou just don't understand\nHow I could just, kill a man\n(Yeah)\nLa la la la, la la la la la","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.92] Yeah bitch\n[00:01.92] Dogpound and Cypress you fuckers\n[00:03.83] What you think about that?\n[00:05.21] You brother's don't got it\n[00:06.77] B-rizzle you know it, fo' shizzle\n[00:08.02] My nizzle, you gon' get hizzle\n[00:09.63] Relax by the kizzle\n[00:10.73] An' go get us a couple hizzles\n[00:12.48] You dizzles\n[00:13.35] Yeah with muggs\n[00:14.49] What it is\n[00:15.24] SEN dog\n[00:16.60] Keep it real gangster\n[00:19.07] Yeah, B-Real, whaddya gotta say?\n[00:20.98] Bitch you try to spit on, you best get on\n[00:22.08] Before things start to happen and I lose my calm\n[00:25.60] 'Cuz I just wanna puff weed and tip my cup\n[00:27.73] (Yeah)\n[00:28.57] Smoking on a kush weed, not giving a fuck\n[00:30.26] Rhyme flow, mack-o-hoes and stack dough!\n[00:32.86] But niggas wanna do shit to make me react\n[00:34.71] So \"Insane in the brain\", let it rain on a bitch nigga\n[00:37.64] Hanging on my chain 'cuz you wanna be a rich nigga\n[00:40.12] You can't feel me without the braile\n[00:42.07] I'm like that shit that will catch you without the yale\n[00:44.31] Make busters pale 'cuz they seen too much\n[00:46.75] But really what they saw was me and Kurupt\n[00:49.28] Here is something you can't understand\n[00:52.13] How I could just kill a man\n[00:54.29] Here is something you can't understand\n[00:57.15] How I could just kill a man\n[00:59.06] Here is something you can't understand\n[01:01.81] How I could just kill a man\n[01:03.78] Here is something you can't understand\n[01:06.37] How I could just kill a man\n[01:08.49] Penetentionaries stuffed for centuries\n[01:10.31] You gotta be real like me and B-Real\n[01:12.90] See you shoot, you ride but we kill\n[01:15.22] Concentrate unloadin' our steel\n[01:17.79] Dippin', hit up niggas, yes we will\n[01:19.56] Riding on niggas when the may am spills\n[01:22.02] Pistols launch off and travel like arrows, animals, Hannibal\n[01:25.83] Hamlet and unmanageable\n[01:27.25] What you gonna get, nigga? Ham on the table\n[01:29.10] I sic the home girls on you, struck by angels\n[01:31.81] Get 'em up drive by, watch 'em gone drive by\n[01:34.04] Paranoid, we drive by till we die\n[01:36.30] You niggas don't really know shit\n[01:38.64] I treat niggas like hoes, goofy silly dumb biatch\n[01:40.92] Here is something that they just don't get\n[01:43.27] I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\n[01:45.61] Here is something that they just don't know\n[01:47.93] Back to fo, creepin' through the back door, nigga\n[01:50.82] Here is something that they just don't get\n[01:52.63] I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\n[01:55.21] Here is something that they just don't know\n[01:57.54] Back to fo, creepin' through the back door\n[01:59.78] I just dope blast 'em\n[02:01.30] 'Cuz I ain't finished yet\n[02:02.38] I see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet\n[02:04.38] We're like a pack of panorama\n[02:05.95] In your Soul Assessino\n[02:07.44] Attackin' you, till there is nothing left for your mama\n[02:09.29] East side, do or die? 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 Yeah bitch\n  Dogpound and Cypress you fuckers\n  What you think about that?\n  You brother's don't got it\n  B-rizzle you know it, fo' shizzle\n  My nizzle, you gon' get hizzle\n  Relax by the kizzle\n  An' go get us a couple hizzles\n  You dizzles\n  Yeah with muggs\n  What it is\n  SEN dog\n  Keep it real gangster\n  Yeah, B-Real, whaddya gotta say?\n\n  Bitch you try to spit on, you best get on\n  Before things start to happen and I lose my calm\n  'Cuz I just wanna puff weed and tip my cup\n  (Yeah)\n  Smoking on a kush weed, not giving a fuck\n  Rhyme flow, mack-o-hoes and stack dough!\n\n  But niggas wanna do shit to make me react\n  So \"Insane in the brain\", let it rain on a bitch nigga\n  Hanging on my chain 'cuz you wanna be a rich nigga\n  You can't feel me without the braile\n  I'm like that shit that will catch you without the yale\n  Make busters pale 'cuz they seen too much\n  But really what they saw was me and Kurupt\n\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  Penetentionaries stuffed for centuries\n  You gotta be real like me and B-Real\n  See you shoot, you ride but we kill\n  Concentrate unloadin' our steel\n  Dippin', hit up niggas, yes we will\n  Riding on niggas when the may am spills\n  Pistols launch off and travel like arrows, animals, Hannibal\n\n  Hamlet and unmanageable\n  What you gonna get, nigga? Ham on the table\n  I sic the home girls on you, struck by angels\n  Get 'em up drive by, watch 'em gone drive by\n  Paranoid, we drive by till we die\n  You niggas don't really know shit\n  I treat niggas like hoes, goofy silly dumb biatch\n\n  Here is something that they just don't get\n  I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\n  Here is something that they just don't know\n  Back to fo, creepin' through the back door, nigga\n\n  Here is something that they just don't get\n  I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\n  Here is something that they just don't know\n  Back to fo, creepin' through the back door\n  I just dope blast 'em\n\n  'Cuz I ain't finished yet\n  I see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet\n  We're like a pack of panorama\n  In your Soul Assessino\n  Attackin' you, till there is nothing left for your mama\n  East side, do or die? Niggas wanna ride\n  Hitting switches in the cadillac, getting thru real high\n  'Cuz we live this, did this, beatin' like a pistol whip\n  Don't pull out ya gat if ya gunna let ya pistol slip\n\n  I'm ignorin' all the dumb shit, 'cuz these vatos can't hang\n  With the mad dog, nigga, out here runnin' thangs\n  Dump on that ass if you fuck with my business\n  Stop Pop, and drop all of you witness\n  Glocks lock, and unlock if you listen\n  Buck shots, hard stops, no more snitches\n  That's what you get when you fuck with the Real\n  Hardcore Nigga said, \"Pack That Steel\"\n\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  Yeah, the streets is ran, by heats and mini vans\n  Invadin the spaces, chucks and fat laces\n  The \"I Don't Give A Fuck\" committee's just arrived\n  With millis and fifty-fives\n  Homicidally, I've seperated the busters\n  Blasted the snitches, broke the switches\n  Fucked the bitches, invaded the glitches\n  Stole the riches, booked the bitches\n  Like fuck ya asses, nigga\n\n  Poet in the streets, niggas livin' on the edge\n  We take it to the Darkside, gettin' in your head\n  While you haunt us like a fed, we twist you like a dreadlock\n  Has I got to hammer talkin' bitches in the bed?\n  While you fuckin' with the Soul Assassins in the dark town\n  And all my latin dog-niggas get to hold it down\n  Now your violatin' 'cuz you haters know I'm waitin'\n  In the silver stack in the parkin' lot\n  With the handle cocked\n\n  Here is something, that I think you just can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man!\n  And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\n  How I could just kill a man!\n  You see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\n  How I could just kill a man!\n  And if you think you wanna come and test me\n  Then come deal with my steel\n  How I could just kill a man!\n\n  Here is something, that I think you just can't understand\n  And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\n  You see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\n  And if you think you wanna come and test me\n  Then come deal with my steel\n\n  You just don't understand\n  How I could just, kill a man\n  (Yeah)\n  La la la la, la la la la la\n"},{"id":29441152,"name":"Here Is Something You Can't Understand (Featuring Kurupt)","trackName":"Here Is Something You Can't Understand (Featuring Kurupt)","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Stoned Raiders [Japan]","duration":272.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah bitch\nDogpound and Cypress you fuckers\nWhat you think about that?\nYou brother's don't got it\nB-rizzle you know it, fo' shizzle\nMy nizzle, you gon' get hizzle\nRelax by the kizzle\nAn' go get us a couple hizzles\nYou dizzles\nYeah with muggs\nWhat it is\nSEN dog\nKeep it real gangster\nYeah, B-Real, whaddya gotta say?\n\nBitch you try to spit on, you best get on\nBefore things start to happen and I lose my calm\n'Cuz I just wanna puff weed and tip my cup\n(Yeah)\nSmoking on a kush weed, not giving a fuck\nRhyme flow, mack-o-hoes and stack dough!\n\nBut niggas wanna do shit to make me react\nSo \"Insane in the brain\", let it rain on a bitch nigga\nHanging on my chain 'cuz you wanna be a rich nigga\nYou can't feel me without the braile\nI'm like that shit that will catch you without the yale\nMake busters pale 'cuz they seen too much\nBut really what they saw was me and Kurupt\n\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nPenetentionaries stuffed for centuries\nYou gotta be real like me and B-Real\nSee you shoot, you ride but we kill\nConcentrate unloadin' our steel\nDippin', hit up niggas, yes we will\nRiding on niggas when the may am spills\nPistols launch off and travel like arrows, animals, Hannibal\n\nHamlet and unmanageable\nWhat you gonna get, nigga? Ham on the table\nI sic the home girls on you, struck by angels\nGet 'em up drive by, watch 'em gone drive by\nParanoid, we drive by till we die\nYou niggas don't really know shit\nI treat niggas like hoes, goofy silly dumb biatch\n\nHere is something that they just don't get\nI don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\nHere is something that they just don't know\nBack to fo, creepin' through the back door, nigga\n\nHere is something that they just don't get\nI don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\nHere is something that they just don't know\nBack to fo, creepin' through the back door\nI just dope blast 'em\n\n'Cuz I ain't finished yet\nI see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet\nWe're like a pack of panorama\nIn your Soul Assessino\nAttackin' you, till there is nothing left for your mama\nEast side, do or die? Niggas wanna ride\nHitting switches in the cadillac, getting thru real high\n'Cuz we live this, did this, beatin' like a pistol whip\nDon't pull out ya gat if ya gunna let ya pistol slip\n\nI'm ignorin' all the dumb shit, 'cuz these vatos can't hang\nWith the mad dog, nigga, out here runnin' thangs\nDump on that ass if you fuck with my business\nStop Pop, and drop all of you witness\nGlocks lock, and unlock if you listen\nBuck shots, hard stops, no more snitches\nThat's what you get when you fuck with the Real\nHardcore Nigga said, \"Pack That Steel\"\n\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nYeah, the streets is ran, by heats and mini vans\nInvadin the spaces, chucks and fat laces\nThe \"I Don't Give A Fuck\" committee's just arrived\nWith millis and fifty-fives\nHomicidally, I've seperated the busters\nBlasted the snitches, broke the switches\nFucked the bitches, invaded the glitches\nStole the riches, booked the bitches\nLike fuck ya asses, nigga\n\nPoet in the streets, niggas livin' on the edge\nWe take it to the Darkside, gettin' in your head\nWhile you haunt us like a fed, we twist you like a dreadlock\nHas I got to hammer talkin' bitches in the bed?\nWhile you fuckin' with the Soul Assassins in the dark town\nAnd all my latin dog-niggas get to hold it down\nNow your violatin' 'cuz you haters know I'm waitin'\nIn the silver stack in the parkin' lot\nWith the handle cocked\n\nHere is something, that I think you just can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man!\nAnd you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\nHow I could just kill a man!\nYou see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\nHow I could just kill a man!\nAnd if you think you wanna come and test me\nThen come deal with my steel\nHow I could just kill a man!\n\nHere is something, that I think you just can't understand\nAnd you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\nYou see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\nAnd if you think you wanna come and test me\nThen come deal with my steel\n\nYou just don't understand\nHow I could just, kill a man\n(Yeah)\nLa la la la, la la la la la","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Here Is Something You Can't Understand (Featuring Kurupt)\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Stoned Raiders [Japan]\n  duration_ms: 272000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah bitch\n  Dogpound and Cypress you fuckers\n  What you think about that?\n  You brother's don't got it\n  B-rizzle you know it, fo' shizzle\n  My nizzle, you gon' get hizzle\n  Relax by the kizzle\n  An' go get us a couple hizzles\n  You dizzles\n  Yeah with muggs\n  What it is\n  SEN dog\n  Keep it real gangster\n  Yeah, B-Real, whaddya gotta say?\n\n  Bitch you try to spit on, you best get on\n  Before things start to happen and I lose my calm\n  'Cuz I just wanna puff weed and tip my cup\n  (Yeah)\n  Smoking on a kush weed, not giving a fuck\n  Rhyme flow, mack-o-hoes and stack dough!\n\n  But niggas wanna do shit to make me react\n  So \"Insane in the brain\", let it rain on a bitch nigga\n  Hanging on my chain 'cuz you wanna be a rich nigga\n  You can't feel me without the braile\n  I'm like that shit that will catch you without the yale\n  Make busters pale 'cuz they seen too much\n  But really what they saw was me and Kurupt\n\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  Penetentionaries stuffed for centuries\n  You gotta be real like me and B-Real\n  See you shoot, you ride but we kill\n  Concentrate unloadin' our steel\n  Dippin', hit up niggas, yes we will\n  Riding on niggas when the may am spills\n  Pistols launch off and travel like arrows, animals, Hannibal\n\n  Hamlet and unmanageable\n  What you gonna get, nigga? Ham on the table\n  I sic the home girls on you, struck by angels\n  Get 'em up drive by, watch 'em gone drive by\n  Paranoid, we drive by till we die\n  You niggas don't really know shit\n  I treat niggas like hoes, goofy silly dumb biatch\n\n  Here is something that they just don't get\n  I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\n  Here is something that they just don't know\n  Back to fo, creepin' through the back door, nigga\n\n  Here is something that they just don't get\n  I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\n  Here is something that they just don't know\n  Back to fo, creepin' through the back door\n  I just dope blast 'em\n\n  'Cuz I ain't finished yet\n  I see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet\n  We're like a pack of panorama\n  In your Soul Assessino\n  Attackin' you, till there is nothing left for your mama\n  East side, do or die? Niggas wanna ride\n  Hitting switches in the cadillac, getting thru real high\n  'Cuz we live this, did this, beatin' like a pistol whip\n  Don't pull out ya gat if ya gunna let ya pistol slip\n\n  I'm ignorin' all the dumb shit, 'cuz these vatos can't hang\n  With the mad dog, nigga, out here runnin' thangs\n  Dump on that ass if you fuck with my business\n  Stop Pop, and drop all of you witness\n  Glocks lock, and unlock if you listen\n  Buck shots, hard stops, no more snitches\n  That's what you get when you fuck with the Real\n  Hardcore Nigga said, \"Pack That Steel\"\n\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  Yeah, the streets is ran, by heats and mini vans\n  Invadin the spaces, chucks and fat laces\n  The \"I Don't Give A Fuck\" committee's just arrived\n  With millis and fifty-fives\n  Homicidally, I've seperated the busters\n  Blasted the snitches, broke the switches\n  Fucked the bitches, invaded the glitches\n  Stole the riches, booked the bitches\n  Like fuck ya asses, nigga\n\n  Poet in the streets, niggas livin' on the edge\n  We take it to the Darkside, gettin' in your head\n  While you haunt us like a fed, we twist you like a dreadlock\n  Has I got to hammer talkin' bitches in the bed?\n  While you fuckin' with the Soul Assassins in the dark town\n  And all my latin dog-niggas get to hold it down\n  Now your violatin' 'cuz you haters know I'm waitin'\n  In the silver stack in the parkin' lot\n  With the handle cocked\n\n  Here is something, that I think you just can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man!\n  And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\n  How I could just kill a man!\n  You see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\n  How I could just kill a man!\n  And if you think you wanna come and test me\n  Then come deal with my steel\n  How I could just kill a man!\n\n  Here is something, that I think you just can't understand\n  And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\n  You see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\n  And if you think you wanna come and test me\n  Then come deal with my steel\n\n  You just don't understand\n  How I could just, kill a man\n  (Yeah)\n  La la la la, la la la la la\n"},{"id":31748822,"name":"Here Is Something You Can't Understand (Feat․ Kurupt)","trackName":"Here Is Something You Can't Understand (Feat․ Kurupt)","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Stoned Raiders","duration":271.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah bitch\nDogpound and Cypress you fuckers\nWhat you think about that?\nYou brother's don't got it\nB-rizzle you know it, fo' shizzle\nMy nizzle, you gon' get hizzle\nRelax by the kizzle\nAn' go get us a couple hizzles\nYou dizzles\nYeah with muggs\nWhat it is\nSEN dog\nKeep it real gangster\nYeah, B-Real, whaddya gotta say?\n\nBitch you try to spit on, you best get on\nBefore things start to happen and I lose my calm\n'Cuz I just wanna puff weed and tip my cup\n(Yeah)\nSmoking on a kush weed, not giving a fuck\nRhyme flow, mack-o-hoes and stack dough!\n\nBut niggas wanna do shit to make me react\nSo \"Insane in the brain\", let it rain on a bitch nigga\nHanging on my chain 'cuz you wanna be a rich nigga\nYou can't feel me without the braile\nI'm like that shit that will catch you without the yale\nMake busters pale 'cuz they seen too much\nBut really what they saw was me and Kurupt\n\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nPenetentionaries stuffed for centuries\nYou gotta be real like me and B-Real\nSee you shoot, you ride but we kill\nConcentrate unloadin' our steel\nDippin', hit up niggas, yes we will\nRiding on niggas when the may am spills\nPistols launch off and travel like arrows, animals, Hannibal\n\nHamlet and unmanageable\nWhat you gonna get, nigga? Ham on the table\nI sic the home girls on you, struck by angels\nGet 'em up drive by, watch 'em gone drive by\nParanoid, we drive by till we die\nYou niggas don't really know shit\nI treat niggas like hoes, goofy silly dumb biatch\n\nHere is something that they just don't get\nI don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\nHere is something that they just don't know\nBack to fo, creepin' through the back door, nigga\n\nHere is something that they just don't get\nI don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\nHere is something that they just don't know\nBack to fo, creepin' through the back door\nI just dope blast 'em\n\n'Cuz I ain't finished yet\nI see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet\nWe're like a pack of panorama\nIn your Soul Assessino\nAttackin' you, till there is nothing left for your mama\nEast side, do or die? Niggas wanna ride\nHitting switches in the cadillac, getting thru real high\n'Cuz we live this, did this, beatin' like a pistol whip\nDon't pull out ya gat if ya gunna let ya pistol slip\n\nI'm ignorin' all the dumb shit, 'cuz these vatos can't hang\nWith the mad dog, nigga, out here runnin' thangs\nDump on that ass if you fuck with my business\nStop Pop, and drop all of you witness\nGlocks lock, and unlock if you listen\nBuck shots, hard stops, no more snitches\nThat's what you get when you fuck with the Real\nHardcore Nigga said, \"Pack That Steel\"\n\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nYeah, the streets is ran, by heats and mini vans\nInvadin the spaces, chucks and fat laces\nThe \"I Don't Give A Fuck\" committee's just arrived\nWith millis and fifty-fives\nHomicidally, I've seperated the busters\nBlasted the snitches, broke the switches\nFucked the bitches, invaded the glitches\nStole the riches, booked the bitches\nLike fuck ya asses, nigga\n\nPoet in the streets, niggas livin' on the edge\nWe take it to the Darkside, gettin' in your head\nWhile you haunt us like a fed, we twist you like a dreadlock\nHas I got to hammer talkin' bitches in the bed?\nWhile you fuckin' with the Soul Assassins in the dark town\nAnd all my latin dog-niggas get to hold it down\nNow your violatin' 'cuz you haters know I'm waitin'\nIn the silver stack in the parkin' lot\nWith the handle cocked\n\nHere is something, that I think you just can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man!\nAnd you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\nHow I could just kill a man!\nYou see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\nHow I could just kill a man!\nAnd if you think you wanna come and test me\nThen come deal with my steel\nHow I could just kill a man!\n\nHere is something, that I think you just can't understand\nAnd you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\nYou see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\nAnd if you think you wanna come and test me\nThen come deal with my steel\n\nYou just don't understand\nHow I could just, kill a man\n(Yeah)\nLa la la la, la la la la la","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Here Is Something You Can't Understand (Feat․ Kurupt)\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Stoned Raiders\n  duration_ms: 271000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah bitch\n  Dogpound and Cypress you fuckers\n  What you think about that?\n  You brother's don't got it\n  B-rizzle you know it, fo' shizzle\n  My nizzle, you gon' get hizzle\n  Relax by the kizzle\n  An' go get us a couple hizzles\n  You dizzles\n  Yeah with muggs\n  What it is\n  SEN dog\n  Keep it real gangster\n  Yeah, B-Real, whaddya gotta say?\n\n  Bitch you try to spit on, you best get on\n  Before things start to happen and I lose my calm\n  'Cuz I just wanna puff weed and tip my cup\n  (Yeah)\n  Smoking on a kush weed, not giving a fuck\n  Rhyme flow, mack-o-hoes and stack dough!\n\n  But niggas wanna do shit to make me react\n  So \"Insane in the brain\", let it rain on a bitch nigga\n  Hanging on my chain 'cuz you wanna be a rich nigga\n  You can't feel me without the braile\n  I'm like that shit that will catch you without the yale\n  Make busters pale 'cuz they seen too much\n  But really what they saw was me and Kurupt\n\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  Penetentionaries stuffed for centuries\n  You gotta be real like me and B-Real\n  See you shoot, you ride but we kill\n  Concentrate unloadin' our steel\n  Dippin', hit up niggas, yes we will\n  Riding on niggas when the may am spills\n  Pistols launch off and travel like arrows, animals, Hannibal\n\n  Hamlet and unmanageable\n  What you gonna get, nigga? Ham on the table\n  I sic the home girls on you, struck by angels\n  Get 'em up drive by, watch 'em gone drive by\n  Paranoid, we drive by till we die\n  You niggas don't really know shit\n  I treat niggas like hoes, goofy silly dumb biatch\n\n  Here is something that they just don't get\n  I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\n  Here is something that they just don't know\n  Back to fo, creepin' through the back door, nigga\n\n  Here is something that they just don't get\n  I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\n  Here is something that they just don't know\n  Back to fo, creepin' through the back door\n  I just dope blast 'em\n\n  'Cuz I ain't finished yet\n  I see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet\n  We're like a pack of panorama\n  In your Soul Assessino\n  Attackin' you, till there is nothing left for your mama\n  East side, do or die? Niggas wanna ride\n  Hitting switches in the cadillac, getting thru real high\n  'Cuz we live this, did this, beatin' like a pistol whip\n  Don't pull out ya gat if ya gunna let ya pistol slip\n\n  I'm ignorin' all the dumb shit, 'cuz these vatos can't hang\n  With the mad dog, nigga, out here runnin' thangs\n  Dump on that ass if you fuck with my business\n  Stop Pop, and drop all of you witness\n  Glocks lock, and unlock if you listen\n  Buck shots, hard stops, no more snitches\n  That's what you get when you fuck with the Real\n  Hardcore Nigga said, \"Pack That Steel\"\n\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  Yeah, the streets is ran, by heats and mini vans\n  Invadin the spaces, chucks and fat laces\n  The \"I Don't Give A Fuck\" committee's just arrived\n  With millis and fifty-fives\n  Homicidally, I've seperated the busters\n  Blasted the snitches, broke the switches\n  Fucked the bitches, invaded the glitches\n  Stole the riches, booked the bitches\n  Like fuck ya asses, nigga\n\n  Poet in the streets, niggas livin' on the edge\n  We take it to the Darkside, gettin' in your head\n  While you haunt us like a fed, we twist you like a dreadlock\n  Has I got to hammer talkin' bitches in the bed?\n  While you fuckin' with the Soul Assassins in the dark town\n  And all my latin dog-niggas get to hold it down\n  Now your violatin' 'cuz you haters know I'm waitin'\n  In the silver stack in the parkin' lot\n  With the handle cocked\n\n  Here is something, that I think you just can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man!\n  And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\n  How I could just kill a man!\n  You see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\n  How I could just kill a man!\n  And if you think you wanna come and test me\n  Then come deal with my steel\n  How I could just kill a man!\n\n  Here is something, that I think you just can't understand\n  And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\n  You see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\n  And if you think you wanna come and test me\n  Then come deal with my steel\n\n  You just don't understand\n  How I could just, kill a man\n  (Yeah)\n  La la la la, la la la la la\n"},{"id":16860840,"name":"Here Is Something You Can't Understand (Feat. 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Kurupt)","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Original Album Classics","duration":271.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah bitch\nDogpound and Cypress you fuckers\nWhat you think about that?\nYou brother's don't got it\nB-rizzle you know it, fo' shizzle\nMy nizzle, you gon' get hizzle\nRelax by the kizzle\nAn' go get us a couple hizzles\nYou dizzles\nYeah with muggs\nWhat it is\nSEN dog\nKeep it real gangster\nYeah, B-Real, whaddya gotta say?\n\nBitch you try to spit on, you best get on\nBefore things start to happen and I lose my calm\n'Cuz I just wanna puff weed and tip my cup\n(Yeah)\nSmoking on a kush weed, not giving a fuck\nRhyme flow, mack-o-hoes and stack dough!\n\nBut niggas wanna do shit to make me react\nSo \"Insane in the brain\", let it rain on a bitch nigga\nHanging on my chain 'cuz you wanna be a rich nigga\nYou can't feel me without the braile\nI'm like that shit that will catch you without the yale\nMake busters pale 'cuz they seen too much\nBut really what they saw was me and Kurupt\n\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nPenetentionaries stuffed for centuries\nYou gotta be real like me and B-Real\nSee you shoot, you ride but we kill\nConcentrate unloadin' our steel\nDippin', hit up niggas, yes we will\nRiding on niggas when the may am spills\nPistols launch off and travel like arrows, animals, Hannibal\n\nHamlet and unmanageable\nWhat you gonna get, nigga? Ham on the table\nI sic the home girls on you, struck by angels\nGet 'em up drive by, watch 'em gone drive by\nParanoid, we drive by till we die\nYou niggas don't really know shit\nI treat niggas like hoes, goofy silly dumb biatch\n\nHere is something that they just don't get\nI don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\nHere is something that they just don't know\nBack to fo, creepin' through the back door, nigga\n\nHere is something that they just don't get\nI don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\nHere is something that they just don't know\nBack to fo, creepin' through the back door\nI just dope blast 'em\n\n'Cuz I ain't finished yet\nI see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet\nWe're like a pack of panorama\nIn your Soul Assessino\nAttackin' you, till there is nothing left for your mama\nEast side, do or die? Niggas wanna ride\nHitting switches in the cadillac, getting thru real high\n'Cuz we live this, did this, beatin' like a pistol whip\nDon't pull out ya gat if ya gunna let ya pistol slip\n\nI'm ignorin' all the dumb shit, 'cuz these vatos can't hang\nWith the mad dog, nigga, out here runnin' thangs\nDump on that ass if you fuck with my business\nStop Pop, and drop all of you witness\nGlocks lock, and unlock if you listen\nBuck shots, hard stops, no more snitches\nThat's what you get when you fuck with the Real\nHardcore Nigga said, \"Pack That Steel\"\n\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nYeah, the streets is ran, by heats and mini vans\nInvadin the spaces, chucks and fat laces\nThe \"I Don't Give A Fuck\" committee's just arrived\nWith millis and fifty-fives\nHomicidally, I've seperated the busters\nBlasted the snitches, broke the switches\nFucked the bitches, invaded the glitches\nStole the riches, booked the bitches\nLike fuck ya asses, nigga\n\nPoet in the streets, niggas livin' on the edge\nWe take it to the Darkside, gettin' in your head\nWhile you haunt us like a fed, we twist you like a dreadlock\nHas I got to hammer talkin' bitches in the bed?\nWhile you fuckin' with the Soul Assassins in the dark town\nAnd all my latin dog-niggas get to hold it down\nNow your violatin' 'cuz you haters know I'm waitin'\nIn the silver stack in the parkin' lot\nWith the handle cocked\n\nHere is something, that I think you just can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man!\nAnd you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\nHow I could just kill a man!\nYou see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\nHow I could just kill a man!\nAnd if you think you wanna come and test me\nThen come deal with my steel\nHow I could just kill a man!\n\nHere is something, that I think you just can't understand\nAnd you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\nYou see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\nAnd if you think you wanna come and test me\nThen come deal with my steel\n\nYou just don't understand\nHow I could just, kill a man\n(Yeah)\nLa la la la, la la la la la","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Here Is Something You Can't Understand (Feat. Kurupt)\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Original Album Classics\n  duration_ms: 271000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah bitch\n  Dogpound and Cypress you fuckers\n  What you think about that?\n  You brother's don't got it\n  B-rizzle you know it, fo' shizzle\n  My nizzle, you gon' get hizzle\n  Relax by the kizzle\n  An' go get us a couple hizzles\n  You dizzles\n  Yeah with muggs\n  What it is\n  SEN dog\n  Keep it real gangster\n  Yeah, B-Real, whaddya gotta say?\n\n  Bitch you try to spit on, you best get on\n  Before things start to happen and I lose my calm\n  'Cuz I just wanna puff weed and tip my cup\n  (Yeah)\n  Smoking on a kush weed, not giving a fuck\n  Rhyme flow, mack-o-hoes and stack dough!\n\n  But niggas wanna do shit to make me react\n  So \"Insane in the brain\", let it rain on a bitch nigga\n  Hanging on my chain 'cuz you wanna be a rich nigga\n  You can't feel me without the braile\n  I'm like that shit that will catch you without the yale\n  Make busters pale 'cuz they seen too much\n  But really what they saw was me and Kurupt\n\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  Penetentionaries stuffed for centuries\n  You gotta be real like me and B-Real\n  See you shoot, you ride but we kill\n  Concentrate unloadin' our steel\n  Dippin', hit up niggas, yes we will\n  Riding on niggas when the may am spills\n  Pistols launch off and travel like arrows, animals, Hannibal\n\n  Hamlet and unmanageable\n  What you gonna get, nigga? Ham on the table\n  I sic the home girls on you, struck by angels\n  Get 'em up drive by, watch 'em gone drive by\n  Paranoid, we drive by till we die\n  You niggas don't really know shit\n  I treat niggas like hoes, goofy silly dumb biatch\n\n  Here is something that they just don't get\n  I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\n  Here is something that they just don't know\n  Back to fo, creepin' through the back door, nigga\n\n  Here is something that they just don't get\n  I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\n  Here is something that they just don't know\n  Back to fo, creepin' through the back door\n  I just dope blast 'em\n\n  'Cuz I ain't finished yet\n  I see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet\n  We're like a pack of panorama\n  In your Soul Assessino\n  Attackin' you, till there is nothing left for your mama\n  East side, do or die? Niggas wanna ride\n  Hitting switches in the cadillac, getting thru real high\n  'Cuz we live this, did this, beatin' like a pistol whip\n  Don't pull out ya gat if ya gunna let ya pistol slip\n\n  I'm ignorin' all the dumb shit, 'cuz these vatos can't hang\n  With the mad dog, nigga, out here runnin' thangs\n  Dump on that ass if you fuck with my business\n  Stop Pop, and drop all of you witness\n  Glocks lock, and unlock if you listen\n  Buck shots, hard stops, no more snitches\n  That's what you get when you fuck with the Real\n  Hardcore Nigga said, \"Pack That Steel\"\n\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  Yeah, the streets is ran, by heats and mini vans\n  Invadin the spaces, chucks and fat laces\n  The \"I Don't Give A Fuck\" committee's just arrived\n  With millis and fifty-fives\n  Homicidally, I've seperated the busters\n  Blasted the snitches, broke the switches\n  Fucked the bitches, invaded the glitches\n  Stole the riches, booked the bitches\n  Like fuck ya asses, nigga\n\n  Poet in the streets, niggas livin' on the edge\n  We take it to the Darkside, gettin' in your head\n  While you haunt us like a fed, we twist you like a dreadlock\n  Has I got to hammer talkin' bitches in the bed?\n  While you fuckin' with the Soul Assassins in the dark town\n  And all my latin dog-niggas get to hold it down\n  Now your violatin' 'cuz you haters know I'm waitin'\n  In the silver stack in the parkin' lot\n  With the handle cocked\n\n  Here is something, that I think you just can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man!\n  And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\n  How I could just kill a man!\n  You see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\n  How I could just kill a man!\n  And if you think you wanna come and test me\n  Then come deal with my steel\n  How I could just kill a man!\n\n  Here is something, that I think you just can't understand\n  And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\n  You see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\n  And if you think you wanna come and test me\n  Then come deal with my steel\n\n  You just don't understand\n  How I could just, kill a man\n  (Yeah)\n  La la la la, la la la la la\n"},{"id":16186589,"name":"Here Is Something You Can't Understand (Explicit Version)","trackName":"Here Is Something You Can't Understand (Explicit Version)","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Original Album Classics","duration":270.573333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah bitch\nDogpound and Cypress you fuckers\nWhat you think about that?\nYou brother's don't got it\nB-rizzle you know it, fo' shizzle\nMy nizzle, you gon' get hizzle\nRelax by the kizzle\nAn' go get us a couple hizzles\nYou dizzles\nYeah with muggs\nWhat it is\nSEN dog\nKeep it real gangster\nYeah, B-Real, whaddya gotta say?\n\nBitch you try to spit on, you best get on\nBefore things start to happen and I lose my calm\n'Cuz I just wanna puff weed and tip my cup\n(Yeah)\nSmoking on a kush weed, not giving a fuck\nRhyme flow, mack-o-hoes and stack dough!\n\nBut niggas wanna do shit to make me react\nSo \"Insane in the brain\", let it rain on a bitch nigga\nHanging on my chain 'cuz you wanna be a rich nigga\nYou can't feel me without the braile\nI'm like that shit that will catch you without the yale\nMake busters pale 'cuz they seen too much\nBut really what they saw was me and Kurupt\n\nHow I could just kill a man\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nHow I could just kill a man\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nPenetentionaries stuffed for centuries\nYou gotta be real like me and B-Real\nSee you shoot, you ride but we kill\nConcentrate unloadin' our steel\nDippin', hit up niggas, yes we will\nRiding on niggas when the may am spills\nPistols launch off and travel like arrows, animals, Hannibal\n\nHamlet and unmanageable\nWhat you gonna get, nigga? Ham on the table\nI sic the home girls on you, struck by angels\nGet 'em up drive by, watch 'em gone drive by\nParanoid, we drive by till we die\nYou niggas don't really know shit\nI treat niggas like hoes, goofy silly dumb biatch\n\nHere is something that they just don't get\nI don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\nHere is something that they just don't know\nBack to fo, creepin' through the back door, nigga\n\nHere is something that they just don't get\nI don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\nHere is something that they just don't know\nBack to fo, creepin' through the back door\nI just dope blast 'em\n\n'Cuz I ain't finished yet\nI see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet\nWe're like a pack of panorama\nIn your Soul Assessino\nAttackin' you, till there is nothing left for your mama\nEast side, do or die? Niggas wanna ride\nHitting switches in the cadillac, getting thru real high\n'Cuz we live this, did this, beatin' like a pistol whip\nDon't pull out ya gat if ya gunna let ya pistol slip\n\nI'm ignorin' all the dumb shit, 'cuz these vatos can't hang\nWith the mad dog, nigga, out here runnin' thangs\nDump on that ass if you fuck with my business\nStop Pop, and drop all of you witness\nGlocks lock, and unlock if you listen\nBuck shots, hard stops, no more snitches\nThat's what you get when you fuck with the Real\nHardcore Nigga said, \"Pack That Steel\"\n\nHow I could just kill a man\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nHow I could just kill a man\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nYeah, the streets is ran, by heats and mini vans\nInvadin the spaces, chucks and fat laces\nThe \"I Don't Give A Fuck\" committee's just arrived\nWith millis and fifty-fives\nHomicidally, I've seperated the busters\nBlasted the snitches, broke the switches\nFucked the bitches, invaded the glitches\nStole the riches, booked the bitches\nLike fuck ya asses, nigga\n\nPoet in the streets, niggas livin' on the edge\nWe take it to the Darkside, gettin' in your head\nWhile you haunt us like a fed, we twist you like a dreadlock\nHas I got to hammer talkin' bitches in the bed?\nWhile you fuckin' with the Soul Assassins in the dark town\nAnd all my latin dog-niggas get to hold it down\nNow your violatin' 'cuz you haters know I'm waitin'\nIn the silver stack in the parkin' lot\nWith the handle cocked\n\nHere is something, that I think you just can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man!\nAnd you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\nHow I could just kill a man!\nYou see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\nHow I could just kill a man!\nAnd if you think you wanna come and test me\nThen come deal with my steel\nHow I could just kill a man!\n\nHere is something, that I think you just can't understand\nAnd you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\nYou see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\nAnd if you think you wanna come and test me\nThen come deal with my steel\n\nYou just don't understand\nHow I could just, kill a man\n(Yeah)\nLa la la la, la la la la la","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Here Is Something You Can't Understand (Explicit Version)\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Original Album Classics\n  duration_ms: 270573\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah bitch\n  Dogpound and Cypress you fuckers\n  What you think about that?\n  You brother's don't got it\n  B-rizzle you know it, fo' shizzle\n  My nizzle, you gon' get hizzle\n  Relax by the kizzle\n  An' go get us a couple hizzles\n  You dizzles\n  Yeah with muggs\n  What it is\n  SEN dog\n  Keep it real gangster\n  Yeah, B-Real, whaddya gotta say?\n\n  Bitch you try to spit on, you best get on\n  Before things start to happen and I lose my calm\n  'Cuz I just wanna puff weed and tip my cup\n  (Yeah)\n  Smoking on a kush weed, not giving a fuck\n  Rhyme flow, mack-o-hoes and stack dough!\n\n  But niggas wanna do shit to make me react\n  So \"Insane in the brain\", let it rain on a bitch nigga\n  Hanging on my chain 'cuz you wanna be a rich nigga\n  You can't feel me without the braile\n  I'm like that shit that will catch you without the yale\n  Make busters pale 'cuz they seen too much\n  But really what they saw was me and Kurupt\n\n  How I could just kill a man\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  How I could just kill a man\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  Penetentionaries stuffed for centuries\n  You gotta be real like me and B-Real\n  See you shoot, you ride but we kill\n  Concentrate unloadin' our steel\n  Dippin', hit up niggas, yes we will\n  Riding on niggas when the may am spills\n  Pistols launch off and travel like arrows, animals, Hannibal\n\n  Hamlet and unmanageable\n  What you gonna get, nigga? Ham on the table\n  I sic the home girls on you, struck by angels\n  Get 'em up drive by, watch 'em gone drive by\n  Paranoid, we drive by till we die\n  You niggas don't really know shit\n  I treat niggas like hoes, goofy silly dumb biatch\n\n  Here is something that they just don't get\n  I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\n  Here is something that they just don't know\n  Back to fo, creepin' through the back door, nigga\n\n  Here is something that they just don't get\n  I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\n  Here is something that they just don't know\n  Back to fo, creepin' through the back door\n  I just dope blast 'em\n\n  'Cuz I ain't finished yet\n  I see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet\n  We're like a pack of panorama\n  In your Soul Assessino\n  Attackin' you, till there is nothing left for your mama\n  East side, do or die? Niggas wanna ride\n  Hitting switches in the cadillac, getting thru real high\n  'Cuz we live this, did this, beatin' like a pistol whip\n  Don't pull out ya gat if ya gunna let ya pistol slip\n\n  I'm ignorin' all the dumb shit, 'cuz these vatos can't hang\n  With the mad dog, nigga, out here runnin' thangs\n  Dump on that ass if you fuck with my business\n  Stop Pop, and drop all of you witness\n  Glocks lock, and unlock if you listen\n  Buck shots, hard stops, no more snitches\n  That's what you get when you fuck with the Real\n  Hardcore Nigga said, \"Pack That Steel\"\n\n  How I could just kill a man\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  How I could just kill a man\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  Yeah, the streets is ran, by heats and mini vans\n  Invadin the spaces, chucks and fat laces\n  The \"I Don't Give A Fuck\" committee's just arrived\n  With millis and fifty-fives\n  Homicidally, I've seperated the busters\n  Blasted the snitches, broke the switches\n  Fucked the bitches, invaded the glitches\n  Stole the riches, booked the bitches\n  Like fuck ya asses, nigga\n\n  Poet in the streets, niggas livin' on the edge\n  We take it to the Darkside, gettin' in your head\n  While you haunt us like a fed, we twist you like a dreadlock\n  Has I got to hammer talkin' bitches in the bed?\n  While you fuckin' with the Soul Assassins in the dark town\n  And all my latin dog-niggas get to hold it down\n  Now your violatin' 'cuz you haters know I'm waitin'\n  In the silver stack in the parkin' lot\n  With the handle cocked\n\n  Here is something, that I think you just can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man!\n  And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\n  How I could just kill a man!\n  You see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\n  How I could just kill a man!\n  And if you think you wanna come and test me\n  Then come deal with my steel\n  How I could just kill a man!\n\n  Here is something, that I think you just can't understand\n  And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\n  You see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\n  And if you think you wanna come and test me\n  Then come deal with my steel\n\n  You just don't understand\n  How I could just, kill a man\n  (Yeah)\n  La la la la, la la la la la\n"}]