[{"id":23234928,"name":"(Cypress Hill) -04- Hole in the Head","trackName":"(Cypress Hill) -04- Hole in the Head","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Cypress Hill","duration":213.114937,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n(Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n\nVerse One: B-Real\n\nMadman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\nSee a gang, no there ain't no jugete\nRollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\nWho you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\nPlato, si mon, you want static\nWhen you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n(Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\nHomey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\nCause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\nInsane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n\nChorus: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\nA hole in your head\nA hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\nIn your head!\nA hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\nYou get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\nHuh!/In your head\nA hole in the head, a hole in the head\n\nVerse Two: B-Real\n\nEight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\nSee a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\nI stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\nMe and you, bruca, we should be humpin\nHoney likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\nBut there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\nHe jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\nIt's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\nBuckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\nHoney's in the back but she just wants to go home\nBut he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\nWhite boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\nPushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\nPigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\nDips out the store, one-time hits the corner\nAnd he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\nStill had the forty, comin at the alley\nSeen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\nIn the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\nWrong, hah, it's gonna be on\nThat pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\nA to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\nGet your ass down! And by the way\n\nChorus\n\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\nScooby Doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\nDoobie doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\nScooby Doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n\nVerse Three: B-Real\n\nSix rollin up and now he's really baffled\nBrother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\nBeat down (down) on the way to the station\nGaffled up from a false accusation\nOink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\nattitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\nMade a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\nWet ya, you know homes the picture\n(Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\nBroomstick up your ass\nAnd by the way, you get\n\nChorus 2X\n\n(Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\nThis is hell boy\n(Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n(Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n(B-Real) Can they kick it?\nCan they kick it?\nYeah, can they kick it?\nI'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.28] (Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n[00:02.13] (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n[00:05.98] Verse One: B-Real\n[00:19.91] Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\n[00:22.74] See a gang, no there ain't no jugete\n[00:25.52] Rollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\n[00:28.31] Who you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\n[00:30.26] Plato, si mon, you want static\n[00:33.06] When you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n[00:35.86] (Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\n[00:37.71] Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\n[00:41.27] Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\n[00:44.02] Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n[00:46.49] Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog\n[00:47.43] A hole in your head\n[00:48.32] A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\n[00:49.27] In your head!\n[00:50.29] A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\n[00:52.00] You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\n[00:53.91] Huh!/In your head\n[00:54.92] A hole in the head, a hole in the head\n[00:56.92] Verse Two: B-Real\n[00:57.90] Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\n[00:59.89] See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\n[01:01.66] I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\n[01:04.46] Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin\n[01:07.24] Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\n[01:10.01] But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\n[01:11.97] He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\n[01:14.71] It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\n[01:17.52] Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\n[01:20.44] Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home\n[01:22.34] But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\n[01:25.11] White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\n[01:27.95] Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\n[01:30.78] Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\n[01:33.53] Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner\n[01:35.46] And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\n[01:38.25] Still had the forty, comin at the alley\n[01:41.09] Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\n[01:44.12] In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\n[01:46.36] Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on\n[01:50.07] That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\n[01:53.65] A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\n[01:57.46] Get your ass down! And by the way\n[01:59.30] Chorus\n[02:09.48] A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\n[02:12.23] Scooby Doo!\n[02:13.10] A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\n[02:15.07] Doobie doo!\n[02:15.95] A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\n[02:16.92] Scooby Doo!\n[02:17.80] A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n[02:19.75] Verse Three: B-Real\n[02:20.61] Six rollin up and now he's really baffled\n[02:22.57] Brother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\n[02:25.41] Beat down (down) on the way to the station\n[02:28.17] Gaffled up from a false accusation\n[02:31.08] Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\n[02:34.00] attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\n[02:35.87] Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\n[02:37.70] Wet ya, you know homes the picture\n[02:41.44] (Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\n[02:44.41] Broomstick up your ass\n[02:45.31] And by the way, you get\n[02:46.28] Chorus 2X\n[03:06.90] (Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\n[03:10.75] This is hell boy\n[03:12.55] (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n[03:16.25] (Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n[03:18.15] (B-Real) Can they kick it?\n[03:19.98] Can they kick it?\n[03:22.82] Yeah, can they kick it?\n[03:26.52] I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it\n[03:31.23] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: (Cypress Hill) -04- Hole in the Head\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Cypress Hill\n  duration_ms: 213115\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n  start_ms: 280\n  end_ms: 2130\n- text: (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n  start_ms: 2130\n  end_ms: 5980\n- text: 'Verse One: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 5980\n  end_ms: 19910\n- text: Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\n  start_ms: 19910\n  end_ms: 22740\n- text: See a gang, no there ain't no jugete\n  start_ms: 22740\n  end_ms: 25520\n- text: Rollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\n  start_ms: 25520\n  end_ms: 28310\n- text: Who you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\n  start_ms: 28310\n  end_ms: 30260\n- text: Plato, si mon, you want static\n  start_ms: 30260\n  end_ms: 33060\n- text: When you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n  start_ms: 33060\n  end_ms: 35860\n- text: (Boo-yaa!) 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It's a Tribe thang\n  start_ms: 192550\n  end_ms: 196250\n- text: (Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n  start_ms: 196250\n  end_ms: 198150\n- text: (B-Real) Can they kick it?\n  start_ms: 198150\n  end_ms: 199980\n- text: Can they kick it?\n  start_ms: 199980\n  end_ms: 202820\n- text: Yeah, can they kick it?\n  start_ms: 202820\n  end_ms: 206520\n- text: I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it\n  start_ms: 206520\n  end_ms: 211230\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 211230\nplain: |-\n  (Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n  (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n\n  Verse One: B-Real\n\n  Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\n  See a gang, no there ain't no jugete\n  Rollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\n  Who you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\n  Plato, si mon, you want static\n  When you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n  (Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\n  Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\n  Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\n  Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n\n  Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\n  A hole in your head\n  A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\n  In your head!\n  A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\n  You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\n  Huh!/In your head\n  A hole in the head, a hole in the head\n\n  Verse Two: B-Real\n\n  Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\n  See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\n  I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\n  Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin\n  Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\n  But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\n  He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\n  It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\n  Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\n  Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home\n  But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\n  White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\n  Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\n  Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\n  Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner\n  And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\n  Still had the forty, comin at the alley\n  Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\n  In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\n  Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on\n  That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\n  A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\n  Get your ass down! And by the way\n\n  Chorus\n\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\n  Scooby Doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\n  Doobie doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\n  Scooby Doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n\n  Verse Three: B-Real\n\n  Six rollin up and now he's really baffled\n  Brother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\n  Beat down (down) on the way to the station\n  Gaffled up from a false accusation\n  Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\n  attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\n  Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\n  Wet ya, you know homes the picture\n  (Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\n  Broomstick up your ass\n  And by the way, you get\n\n  Chorus 2X\n\n  (Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\n  This is hell boy\n  (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n  (Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n  (B-Real) Can they kick it?\n  Can they kick it?\n  Yeah, can they kick it?\n  I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it\n"},{"id":18196247,"name":"Hole in the Head","trackName":"Hole in the Head","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Cypress Hill - Cypress Hill","duration":213.297812,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n(Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n\nVerse One: B-Real\n\nMadman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\nSee a gang, no there ain't no jugete\nRollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\nWho you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\nPlato, si mon, you want static\nWhen you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n(Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\nHomey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\nCause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\nInsane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n\nChorus: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\nA hole in your head\nA hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\nIn your head!\nA hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\nYou get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\nHuh!/In your head\nA hole in the head, a hole in the head\n\nVerse Two: B-Real\n\nEight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\nSee a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\nI stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\nMe and you, bruca, we should be humpin\nHoney likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\nBut there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\nHe jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\nIt's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\nBuckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\nHoney's in the back but she just wants to go home\nBut he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\nWhite boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\nPushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\nPigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\nDips out the store, one-time hits the corner\nAnd he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\nStill had the forty, comin at the alley\nSeen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\nIn the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\nWrong, hah, it's gonna be on\nThat pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\nA to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\nGet your ass down! And by the way\n\nChorus\n\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\nScooby Doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\nDoobie doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\nScooby Doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n\nVerse Three: B-Real\n\nSix rollin up and now he's really baffled\nBrother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\nBeat down (down) on the way to the station\nGaffled up from a false accusation\nOink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\nattitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\nMade a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\nWet ya, you know homes the picture\n(Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\nBroomstick up your ass\nAnd by the way, you get\n\nChorus 2X\n\n(Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\nThis is hell boy\n(Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n(Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n(B-Real) Can they kick it?\nCan they kick it?\nYeah, can they kick it?\nI'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.28] (Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n[00:02.13] (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n[00:05.98] Verse One: B-Real\n[00:19.91] Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\n[00:22.74] See a gang, no there ain't no jugete\n[00:25.52] Rollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\n[00:28.31] Who you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\n[00:30.26] Plato, si mon, you want static\n[00:33.06] When you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n[00:35.86] (Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\n[00:37.71] Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\n[00:41.27] Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\n[00:44.02] Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n[00:46.49] Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog\n[00:47.43] A hole in your head\n[00:48.32] A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\n[00:49.27] In your head!\n[00:50.29] A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\n[00:52.00] You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\n[00:53.91] Huh!/In your head\n[00:54.92] A hole in the head, a hole in the head\n[00:56.92] Verse Two: B-Real\n[00:57.90] Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\n[00:59.89] See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\n[01:01.66] I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\n[01:04.46] Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin\n[01:07.24] Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\n[01:10.01] But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\n[01:11.97] He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\n[01:14.71] It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\n[01:17.52] Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\n[01:20.44] Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home\n[01:22.34] But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\n[01:25.11] White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\n[01:27.95] Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\n[01:30.78] Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\n[01:33.53] Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner\n[01:35.46] And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\n[01:38.25] Still had the forty, comin at the alley\n[01:41.09] Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\n[01:44.12] In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\n[01:46.36] Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on\n[01:50.07] That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\n[01:53.65] A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\n[01:57.46] Get your ass down! And by the way\n[01:59.30] Chorus\n[02:09.48] A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\n[02:12.23] Scooby Doo!\n[02:13.10] A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\n[02:15.07] Doobie doo!\n[02:15.95] A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\n[02:16.92] Scooby Doo!\n[02:17.80] A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n[02:19.75] Verse Three: B-Real\n[02:20.61] Six rollin up and now he's really baffled\n[02:22.57] Brother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\n[02:25.41] Beat down (down) on the way to the station\n[02:28.17] Gaffled up from a false accusation\n[02:31.08] Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\n[02:34.00] attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\n[02:35.87] Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\n[02:37.70] Wet ya, you know homes the picture\n[02:41.44] (Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\n[02:44.41] Broomstick up your ass\n[02:45.31] And by the way, you get\n[02:46.28] Chorus 2X\n[03:06.90] (Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\n[03:10.75] This is hell boy\n[03:12.55] (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n[03:16.25] (Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n[03:18.15] (B-Real) Can they kick it?\n[03:19.98] Can they kick it?\n[03:22.82] Yeah, can they kick it?\n[03:26.52] I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it\n[03:31.23] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hole in the Head\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Cypress Hill - Cypress Hill\n  duration_ms: 213298\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n  start_ms: 280\n  end_ms: 2130\n- text: (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n  start_ms: 2130\n  end_ms: 5980\n- text: 'Verse One: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 5980\n  end_ms: 19910\n- text: Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\n  start_ms: 19910\n  end_ms: 22740\n- text: See a gang, no there ain't no jugete\n  start_ms: 22740\n  end_ms: 25520\n- text: Rollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\n  start_ms: 25520\n  end_ms: 28310\n- text: Who you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\n  start_ms: 28310\n  end_ms: 30260\n- text: Plato, si mon, you want static\n  start_ms: 30260\n  end_ms: 33060\n- text: When you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n  start_ms: 33060\n  end_ms: 35860\n- text: (Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\n  start_ms: 35860\n  end_ms: 37710\n- text: Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\n  start_ms: 37710\n  end_ms: 41270\n- text: Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\n  start_ms: 41270\n  end_ms: 44020\n- text: Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n  start_ms: 44020\n  end_ms: 46490\n- text: 'Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog'\n  start_ms: 46490\n  end_ms: 47430\n- text: A hole in your head\n  start_ms: 47430\n  end_ms: 48320\n- text: A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\n  start_ms: 48320\n  end_ms: 49270\n- text: In your head!\n  start_ms: 49270\n  end_ms: 50290\n- text: A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\n  start_ms: 50290\n  end_ms: 52000\n- text: You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\n  start_ms: 52000\n  end_ms: 53910\n- text: Huh!/In your head\n  start_ms: 53910\n  end_ms: 54920\n- text: A hole in the head, a hole in the head\n  start_ms: 54920\n  end_ms: 56920\n- text: 'Verse Two: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 56920\n  end_ms: 57900\n- text: Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\n  start_ms: 57900\n  end_ms: 59890\n- text: See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\n  start_ms: 59890\n  end_ms: 61660\n- text: I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\n  start_ms: 61660\n  end_ms: 64460\n- text: Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin\n  start_ms: 64460\n  end_ms: 67240\n- text: Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\n  start_ms: 67240\n  end_ms: 70010\n- text: But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\n  start_ms: 70010\n  end_ms: 71970\n- text: He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\n  start_ms: 71970\n  end_ms: 74710\n- text: It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\n  start_ms: 74710\n  end_ms: 77520\n- text: Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\n  start_ms: 77520\n  end_ms: 80440\n- text: Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home\n  start_ms: 80440\n  end_ms: 82340\n- text: But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\n  start_ms: 82340\n  end_ms: 85110\n- text: White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\n  start_ms: 85110\n  end_ms: 87950\n- text: Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\n  start_ms: 87950\n  end_ms: 90780\n- text: Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\n  start_ms: 90780\n  end_ms: 93530\n- text: Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner\n  start_ms: 93530\n  end_ms: 95460\n- text: And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\n  start_ms: 95460\n  end_ms: 98250\n- text: Still had the forty, comin at the alley\n  start_ms: 98250\n  end_ms: 101090\n- text: Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\n  start_ms: 101090\n  end_ms: 104120\n- text: In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\n  start_ms: 104120\n  end_ms: 106360\n- text: Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on\n  start_ms: 106360\n  end_ms: 110070\n- text: That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\n  start_ms: 110070\n  end_ms: 113650\n- text: A to the motherfuckin K! 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Spittin out buckshots\n  Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\n  Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\n  Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n\n  Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\n  A hole in your head\n  A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\n  In your head!\n  A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\n  You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\n  Huh!/In your head\n  A hole in the head, a hole in the head\n\n  Verse Two: B-Real\n\n  Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\n  See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\n  I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\n  Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin\n  Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\n  But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\n  He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\n  It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\n  Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\n  Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home\n  But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\n  White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\n  Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\n  Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\n  Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner\n  And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\n  Still had the forty, comin at the alley\n  Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\n  In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\n  Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on\n  That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\n  A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\n  Get your ass down! And by the way\n\n  Chorus\n\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\n  Scooby Doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\n  Doobie doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\n  Scooby Doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n\n  Verse Three: B-Real\n\n  Six rollin up and now he's really baffled\n  Brother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\n  Beat down (down) on the way to the station\n  Gaffled up from a false accusation\n  Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\n  attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\n  Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\n  Wet ya, you know homes the picture\n  (Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\n  Broomstick up your ass\n  And by the way, you get\n\n  Chorus 2X\n\n  (Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\n  This is hell boy\n  (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n  (Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n  (B-Real) Can they kick it?\n  Can they kick it?\n  Yeah, can they kick it?\n  I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it\n"},{"id":16673361,"name":"Hole In The Head","trackName":"Hole In The Head","artistName":"! Cypress Hill - Cypress Hill","albumName":"Cypress Hill","duration":213.2455,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n(Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n\nVerse One: B-Real\n\nMadman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\nSee a gang, no there ain't no jugete\nRollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\nWho you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\nPlato, si mon, you want static\nWhen you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n(Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\nHomey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\nCause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\nInsane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n\nChorus: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\nA hole in your head\nA hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\nIn your head!\nA hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\nYou get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\nHuh!/In your head\nA hole in the head, a hole in the head\n\nVerse Two: B-Real\n\nEight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\nSee a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\nI stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\nMe and you, bruca, we should be humpin\nHoney likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\nBut there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\nHe jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\nIt's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\nBuckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\nHoney's in the back but she just wants to go home\nBut he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\nWhite boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\nPushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\nPigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\nDips out the store, one-time hits the corner\nAnd he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\nStill had the forty, comin at the alley\nSeen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\nIn the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\nWrong, hah, it's gonna be on\nThat pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\nA to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\nGet your ass down! And by the way\n\nChorus\n\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\nScooby Doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\nDoobie doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\nScooby Doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n\nVerse Three: B-Real\n\nSix rollin up and now he's really baffled\nBrother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\nBeat down (down) on the way to the station\nGaffled up from a false accusation\nOink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\nattitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\nMade a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\nWet ya, you know homes the picture\n(Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\nBroomstick up your ass\nAnd by the way, you get\n\nChorus 2X\n\n(Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\nThis is hell boy\n(Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n(Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n(B-Real) Can they kick it?\nCan they kick it?\nYeah, can they kick it?\nI'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.28] (Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n[00:02.13] (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n[00:05.98] Verse One: B-Real\n[00:19.91] Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\n[00:22.74] See a gang, no there ain't no jugete\n[00:25.52] Rollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\n[00:28.31] Who you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\n[00:30.26] Plato, si mon, you want static\n[00:33.06] When you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n[00:35.86] (Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\n[00:37.71] Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\n[00:41.27] Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\n[00:44.02] Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n[00:46.49] Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog\n[00:47.43] A hole in your head\n[00:48.32] A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\n[00:49.27] In your head!\n[00:50.29] A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\n[00:52.00] You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\n[00:53.91] Huh!/In your head\n[00:54.92] A hole in the head, a hole in the head\n[00:56.92] Verse Two: B-Real\n[00:57.90] Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\n[00:59.89] See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\n[01:01.66] I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\n[01:04.46] Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin\n[01:07.24] Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\n[01:10.01] But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\n[01:11.97] He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\n[01:14.71] It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\n[01:17.52] Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\n[01:20.44] Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home\n[01:22.34] But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\n[01:25.11] White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\n[01:27.95] Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\n[01:30.78] Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\n[01:33.53] Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner\n[01:35.46] And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\n[01:38.25] Still had the forty, comin at the alley\n[01:41.09] Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\n[01:44.12] In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\n[01:46.36] Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on\n[01:50.07] That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\n[01:53.65] A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\n[01:57.46] Get your ass down! And by the way\n[01:59.30] Chorus\n[02:09.48] A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\n[02:12.23] Scooby Doo!\n[02:13.10] A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\n[02:15.07] Doobie doo!\n[02:15.95] A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\n[02:16.92] Scooby Doo!\n[02:17.80] A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n[02:19.75] Verse Three: B-Real\n[02:20.61] Six rollin up and now he's really baffled\n[02:22.57] Brother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\n[02:25.41] Beat down (down) on the way to the station\n[02:28.17] Gaffled up from a false accusation\n[02:31.08] Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\n[02:34.00] attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\n[02:35.87] Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\n[02:37.70] Wet ya, you know homes the picture\n[02:41.44] (Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\n[02:44.41] Broomstick up your ass\n[02:45.31] And by the way, you get\n[02:46.28] Chorus 2X\n[03:06.90] (Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\n[03:10.75] This is hell boy\n[03:12.55] (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n[03:16.25] (Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n[03:18.15] (B-Real) Can they kick it?\n[03:19.98] Can they kick it?\n[03:22.82] Yeah, can they kick it?\n[03:26.52] I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it\n[03:31.23] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hole In The Head\n  artist: '! 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Spittin out buckshots\n  Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\n  Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\n  Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n\n  Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\n  A hole in your head\n  A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\n  In your head!\n  A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\n  You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\n  Huh!/In your head\n  A hole in the head, a hole in the head\n\n  Verse Two: B-Real\n\n  Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\n  See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\n  I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\n  Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin\n  Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\n  But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\n  He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\n  It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\n  Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\n  Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home\n  But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\n  White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\n  Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\n  Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\n  Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner\n  And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\n  Still had the forty, comin at the alley\n  Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\n  In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\n  Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on\n  That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\n  A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\n  Get your ass down! And by the way\n\n  Chorus\n\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\n  Scooby Doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\n  Doobie doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\n  Scooby Doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n\n  Verse Three: B-Real\n\n  Six rollin up and now he's really baffled\n  Brother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\n  Beat down (down) on the way to the station\n  Gaffled up from a false accusation\n  Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\n  attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\n  Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\n  Wet ya, you know homes the picture\n  (Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\n  Broomstick up your ass\n  And by the way, you get\n\n  Chorus 2X\n\n  (Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\n  This is hell boy\n  (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n  (Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n  (B-Real) Can they kick it?\n  Can they kick it?\n  Yeah, can they kick it?\n  I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it\n"},{"id":292315,"name":"Hole In the Head","trackName":"Hole In the Head","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Cypress Hill","duration":214.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n(Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n\nVerse One: B-Real\n\nMadman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\nSee a gang, no there ain't no jugete\nRollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\nWho you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\nPlato, si mon, you want static\nWhen you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n(Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\nHomey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\nCause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\nInsane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n\nChorus: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\nA hole in your head\nA hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\nIn your head!\nA hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\nYou get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\nHuh!/In your head\nA hole in the head, a hole in the head\n\nVerse Two: B-Real\n\nEight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\nSee a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\nI stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\nMe and you, bruca, we should be humpin\nHoney likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\nBut there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\nHe jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\nIt's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\nBuckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\nHoney's in the back but she just wants to go home\nBut he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\nWhite boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\nPushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\nPigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\nDips out the store, one-time hits the corner\nAnd he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\nStill had the forty, comin at the alley\nSeen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\nIn the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\nWrong, hah, it's gonna be on\nThat pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\nA to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\nGet your ass down! And by the way\n\nChorus\n\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\nScooby Doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\nDoobie doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\nScooby Doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n\nVerse Three: B-Real\n\nSix rollin up and now he's really baffled\nBrother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\nBeat down (down) on the way to the station\nGaffled up from a false accusation\nOink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\nAttitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\nMade a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\nWet ya, you know homes the picture\n(Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\nBroomstick up your ass\nAnd by the way, you get\n\nChorus 2X\n\n(Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\nThis is hell boy\n(Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n(Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n(B-Real) Can they kick it?\nCan they kick it?\nYeah, can they kick it?\nI'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.21] (Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n[00:02.18] (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n[00:05.97] Verse One: B-Real\n[00:19.92] Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\n[00:22.73] See a gang, no there ain't no jugete\n[00:25.52] Rollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\n[00:28.31] Who you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\n[00:30.29] Plato, si mon, you want static\n[00:33.01] When you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n[00:35.84] (Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\n[00:37.77] Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\n[00:41.25] Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\n[00:44.02] Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n[00:46.42] Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog\n[00:47.48] A hole in your head\n[00:48.39] A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\n[00:49.20] In your head!\n[00:50.23] A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\n[00:52.06] You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\n[00:53.96] Huh!/In your head\n[00:54.99] A hole in the head, a hole in the head\n[00:56.92] Verse Two: B-Real\n[00:57.98] Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\n[00:59.88] See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\n[01:01.66] I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\n[01:04.43] Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin\n[01:07.23] Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\n[01:10.04] But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\n[01:11.97] He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\n[01:14.75] It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\n[01:17.59] Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\n[01:20.48] Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home\n[01:22.33] But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\n[01:25.16] White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\n[01:27.90] Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\n[01:30.77] Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\n[01:33.58] Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner\n[01:35.41] And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\n[01:38.27] Still had the forty, comin at the alley\n[01:41.00] Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\n[01:44.15] In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\n[01:46.34] Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on\n[01:50.05] That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\n[01:53.67] A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\n[01:57.47] Get your ass down! And by the way\n[01:59.34] Chorus\n[02:09.48] A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\n[02:12.27] Scooby Doo!\n[02:13.18] A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\n[02:15.03] Doobie doo!\n[02:15.93] A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\n[02:16.98] Scooby Doo!\n[02:17.86] A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n[02:19.72] Verse Three: B-Real\n[02:20.67] Six rollin up and now he's really baffled\n[02:22.52] Brother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\n[02:25.46] Beat down (down) on the way to the station\n[02:28.11] Gaffled up from a false accusation\n[02:31.07] Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\n[02:33.94] Attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\n[02:35.86] Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\n[02:37.76] Wet ya, you know homes the picture\n[02:41.42] (Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\n[02:44.49] Broomstick up your ass\n[02:45.33] And by the way, you get\n[02:46.22] Chorus 2X\n[03:06.97] (Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\n[03:10.72] This is hell boy\n[03:12.53] (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n[03:16.24] (Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n[03:18.13] (B-Real) Can they kick it?\n[03:19.99] Can they kick it?\n[03:22.89] Yeah, can they kick it?\n[03:26.59] I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it\n[03:31.26] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hole In the Head\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Cypress Hill\n  duration_ms: 214000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n  start_ms: 210\n  end_ms: 2180\n- text: (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n  start_ms: 2180\n  end_ms: 5970\n- text: 'Verse One: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 5970\n  end_ms: 19920\n- text: Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\n  start_ms: 19920\n  end_ms: 22730\n- text: See a gang, no there ain't no jugete\n  start_ms: 22730\n  end_ms: 25520\n- text: Rollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\n  start_ms: 25520\n  end_ms: 28310\n- text: Who you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\n  start_ms: 28310\n  end_ms: 30290\n- text: Plato, si mon, you want static\n  start_ms: 30290\n  end_ms: 33010\n- text: When you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n  start_ms: 33010\n  end_ms: 35840\n- text: (Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\n  start_ms: 35840\n  end_ms: 37770\n- text: Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\n  start_ms: 37770\n  end_ms: 41250\n- text: Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\n  start_ms: 41250\n  end_ms: 44020\n- text: Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n  start_ms: 44020\n  end_ms: 46420\n- text: 'Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog'\n  start_ms: 46420\n  end_ms: 47480\n- text: A hole in your head\n  start_ms: 47480\n  end_ms: 48390\n- text: A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\n  start_ms: 48390\n  end_ms: 49200\n- text: In your head!\n  start_ms: 49200\n  end_ms: 50230\n- text: A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\n  start_ms: 50230\n  end_ms: 52060\n- text: You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\n  start_ms: 52060\n  end_ms: 53960\n- text: Huh!/In your head\n  start_ms: 53960\n  end_ms: 54990\n- text: A hole in the head, a hole in the head\n  start_ms: 54990\n  end_ms: 56920\n- text: 'Verse Two: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 56920\n  end_ms: 57980\n- text: Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\n  start_ms: 57980\n  end_ms: 59880\n- text: See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\n  start_ms: 59880\n  end_ms: 61660\n- text: I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\n  start_ms: 61660\n  end_ms: 64430\n- text: Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin\n  start_ms: 64430\n  end_ms: 67230\n- text: Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\n  start_ms: 67230\n  end_ms: 70040\n- text: But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\n  start_ms: 70040\n  end_ms: 71970\n- text: He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\n  start_ms: 71970\n  end_ms: 74750\n- text: It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\n  start_ms: 74750\n  end_ms: 77590\n- text: Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\n  start_ms: 77590\n  end_ms: 80480\n- text: Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home\n  start_ms: 80480\n  end_ms: 82330\n- text: But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\n  start_ms: 82330\n  end_ms: 85160\n- text: White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\n  start_ms: 85160\n  end_ms: 87900\n- text: Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\n  start_ms: 87900\n  end_ms: 90770\n- text: Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\n  start_ms: 90770\n  end_ms: 93580\n- text: Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner\n  start_ms: 93580\n  end_ms: 95410\n- text: And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\n  start_ms: 95410\n  end_ms: 98270\n- text: Still had the forty, comin at the alley\n  start_ms: 98270\n  end_ms: 101000\n- text: Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\n  start_ms: 101000\n  end_ms: 104150\n- text: In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\n  start_ms: 104150\n  end_ms: 106340\n- text: Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on\n  start_ms: 106340\n  end_ms: 110050\n- text: That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\n  start_ms: 110050\n  end_ms: 113670\n- text: A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\n  start_ms: 113670\n  end_ms: 117470\n- text: Get your ass down! 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Spittin out buckshots\n  Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\n  Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\n  Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n\n  Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\n  A hole in your head\n  A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\n  In your head!\n  A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\n  You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\n  Huh!/In your head\n  A hole in the head, a hole in the head\n\n  Verse Two: B-Real\n\n  Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\n  See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\n  I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\n  Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin\n  Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\n  But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\n  He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\n  It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\n  Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\n  Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home\n  But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\n  White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\n  Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\n  Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\n  Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner\n  And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\n  Still had the forty, comin at the alley\n  Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\n  In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\n  Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on\n  That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\n  A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\n  Get your ass down! And by the way\n\n  Chorus\n\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\n  Scooby Doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\n  Doobie doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\n  Scooby Doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n\n  Verse Three: B-Real\n\n  Six rollin up and now he's really baffled\n  Brother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\n  Beat down (down) on the way to the station\n  Gaffled up from a false accusation\n  Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\n  Attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\n  Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\n  Wet ya, you know homes the picture\n  (Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\n  Broomstick up your ass\n  And by the way, you get\n\n  Chorus 2X\n\n  (Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\n  This is hell boy\n  (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n  (Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n  (B-Real) Can they kick it?\n  Can they kick it?\n  Yeah, can they kick it?\n  I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it\n"},{"id":21228011,"name":"Hole in the Head","trackName":"Hole in the Head","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Cypress Hill","duration":211.450375,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n(Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n\nVerse One: B-Real\n\nMadman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\nSee a gang, no there ain't no jugete\nRollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\nWho you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\nPlato, si mon, you want static\nWhen you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n(Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\nHomey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\nCause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\nInsane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n\nChorus: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\nA hole in your head\nA hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\nIn your head!\nA hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\nYou get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\nHuh!/In your head\nA hole in the head, a hole in the head\n\nVerse Two: B-Real\n\nEight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\nSee a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\nI stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\nMe and you, bruca, we should be humpin\nHoney likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\nBut there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\nHe jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\nIt's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\nBuckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\nHoney's in the back but she just wants to go home\nBut he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\nWhite boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\nPushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\nPigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\nDips out the store, one-time hits the corner\nAnd he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\nStill had the forty, comin at the alley\nSeen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\nIn the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\nWrong, hah, it's gonna be on\nThat pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\nA to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\nGet your ass down! And by the way\n\nChorus\n\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\nScooby Doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\nDoobie doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\nScooby Doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n\nVerse Three: B-Real\n\nSix rollin up and now he's really baffled\nBrother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\nBeat down (down) on the way to the station\nGaffled up from a false accusation\nOink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\nAttitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\nMade a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\nWet ya, you know homes the picture\n(Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\nBroomstick up your ass\nAnd by the way, you get\n\nChorus 2X\n\n(Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\nThis is hell boy\n(Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n(Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n(B-Real) Can they kick it?\nCan they kick it?\nYeah, can they kick it?\nI'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.21] (Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n[00:02.18] (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n[00:05.97] Verse One: B-Real\n[00:19.92] Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\n[00:22.73] See a gang, no there ain't no jugete\n[00:25.52] Rollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\n[00:28.31] Who you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\n[00:30.29] Plato, si mon, you want static\n[00:33.01] When you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n[00:35.84] (Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\n[00:37.77] Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\n[00:41.25] Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\n[00:44.02] Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n[00:46.42] Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog\n[00:47.48] A hole in your head\n[00:48.39] A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\n[00:49.20] In your head!\n[00:50.23] A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\n[00:52.06] You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\n[00:53.96] Huh!/In your head\n[00:54.99] A hole in the head, a hole in the head\n[00:56.92] Verse Two: B-Real\n[00:57.98] Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\n[00:59.88] See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\n[01:01.66] I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\n[01:04.43] Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin\n[01:07.23] Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\n[01:10.04] But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\n[01:11.97] He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\n[01:14.75] It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\n[01:17.59] Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\n[01:20.48] Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home\n[01:22.33] But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\n[01:25.16] White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\n[01:27.90] Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\n[01:30.77] Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\n[01:33.58] Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner\n[01:35.41] And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\n[01:38.27] Still had the forty, comin at the alley\n[01:41.00] Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\n[01:44.15] In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\n[01:46.34] Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on\n[01:50.05] That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\n[01:53.67] A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\n[01:57.47] Get your ass down! And by the way\n[01:59.34] Chorus\n[02:09.48] A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\n[02:12.27] Scooby Doo!\n[02:13.18] A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\n[02:15.03] Doobie doo!\n[02:15.93] A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\n[02:16.98] Scooby Doo!\n[02:17.86] A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n[02:19.72] Verse Three: B-Real\n[02:20.67] Six rollin up and now he's really baffled\n[02:22.52] Brother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\n[02:25.46] Beat down (down) on the way to the station\n[02:28.11] Gaffled up from a false accusation\n[02:31.07] Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\n[02:33.94] Attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\n[02:35.86] Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\n[02:37.76] Wet ya, you know homes the picture\n[02:41.42] (Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\n[02:44.49] Broomstick up your ass\n[02:45.33] And by the way, you get\n[02:46.22] Chorus 2X\n[03:06.97] (Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\n[03:10.72] This is hell boy\n[03:12.53] (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n[03:16.24] (Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n[03:18.13] (B-Real) Can they kick it?\n[03:19.99] Can they kick it?\n[03:22.89] Yeah, can they kick it?\n[03:26.59] I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it\n[03:31.26] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hole in the Head\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Cypress Hill\n  duration_ms: 211450\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n  start_ms: 210\n  end_ms: 2180\n- text: (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n  start_ms: 2180\n  end_ms: 5970\n- text: 'Verse One: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 5970\n  end_ms: 19920\n- text: Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\n  start_ms: 19920\n  end_ms: 22730\n- text: See a gang, no there ain't no jugete\n  start_ms: 22730\n  end_ms: 25520\n- text: Rollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\n  start_ms: 25520\n  end_ms: 28310\n- text: Who you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\n  start_ms: 28310\n  end_ms: 30290\n- text: Plato, si mon, you want static\n  start_ms: 30290\n  end_ms: 33010\n- text: When you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n  start_ms: 33010\n  end_ms: 35840\n- text: (Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\n  start_ms: 35840\n  end_ms: 37770\n- text: Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\n  start_ms: 37770\n  end_ms: 41250\n- text: Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\n  start_ms: 41250\n  end_ms: 44020\n- text: Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n  start_ms: 44020\n  end_ms: 46420\n- text: 'Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog'\n  start_ms: 46420\n  end_ms: 47480\n- text: A hole in your head\n  start_ms: 47480\n  end_ms: 48390\n- text: A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\n  start_ms: 48390\n  end_ms: 49200\n- text: In your head!\n  start_ms: 49200\n  end_ms: 50230\n- text: A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\n  start_ms: 50230\n  end_ms: 52060\n- text: You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\n  start_ms: 52060\n  end_ms: 53960\n- text: Huh!/In your head\n  start_ms: 53960\n  end_ms: 54990\n- text: A hole in the head, a hole in the head\n  start_ms: 54990\n  end_ms: 56920\n- text: 'Verse Two: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 56920\n  end_ms: 57980\n- text: Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\n  start_ms: 57980\n  end_ms: 59880\n- text: See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\n  start_ms: 59880\n  end_ms: 61660\n- text: I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\n  start_ms: 61660\n  end_ms: 64430\n- text: Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin\n  start_ms: 64430\n  end_ms: 67230\n- text: Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\n  start_ms: 67230\n  end_ms: 70040\n- text: But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\n  start_ms: 70040\n  end_ms: 71970\n- text: He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\n  start_ms: 71970\n  end_ms: 74750\n- text: It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\n  start_ms: 74750\n  end_ms: 77590\n- text: Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\n  start_ms: 77590\n  end_ms: 80480\n- text: Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home\n  start_ms: 80480\n  end_ms: 82330\n- text: But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\n  start_ms: 82330\n  end_ms: 85160\n- text: White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\n  start_ms: 85160\n  end_ms: 87900\n- text: Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\n  start_ms: 87900\n  end_ms: 90770\n- text: Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\n  start_ms: 90770\n  end_ms: 93580\n- text: Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner\n  start_ms: 93580\n  end_ms: 95410\n- text: And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\n  start_ms: 95410\n  end_ms: 98270\n- text: Still had the forty, comin at the alley\n  start_ms: 98270\n  end_ms: 101000\n- text: Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\n  start_ms: 101000\n  end_ms: 104150\n- text: In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\n  start_ms: 104150\n  end_ms: 106340\n- text: Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on\n  start_ms: 106340\n  end_ms: 110050\n- text: That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\n  start_ms: 110050\n  end_ms: 113670\n- text: A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\n  start_ms: 113670\n  end_ms: 117470\n- text: Get your ass down! 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Spittin out buckshots\n  Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\n  Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\n  Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n\n  Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\n  A hole in your head\n  A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\n  In your head!\n  A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\n  You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\n  Huh!/In your head\n  A hole in the head, a hole in the head\n\n  Verse Two: B-Real\n\n  Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\n  See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\n  I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\n  Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin\n  Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\n  But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\n  He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\n  It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\n  Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\n  Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home\n  But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\n  White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\n  Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\n  Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\n  Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner\n  And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\n  Still had the forty, comin at the alley\n  Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\n  In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\n  Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on\n  That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\n  A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\n  Get your ass down! And by the way\n\n  Chorus\n\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\n  Scooby Doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\n  Doobie doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\n  Scooby Doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n\n  Verse Three: B-Real\n\n  Six rollin up and now he's really baffled\n  Brother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\n  Beat down (down) on the way to the station\n  Gaffled up from a false accusation\n  Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\n  Attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\n  Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\n  Wet ya, you know homes the picture\n  (Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\n  Broomstick up your ass\n  And by the way, you get\n\n  Chorus 2X\n\n  (Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\n  This is hell boy\n  (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n  (Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n  (B-Real) Can they kick it?\n  Can they kick it?\n  Yeah, can they kick it?\n  I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it\n"},{"id":19953439,"name":"Hole in the Head","trackName":"Hole in the Head","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Cypress Hill","duration":238.807275,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n(Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n\nVerse One: B-Real\n\nMadman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\nSee a gang, no there ain't no jugete\nRollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\nWho you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\nPlato, si mon, you want static\nWhen you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n(Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\nHomey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\nCause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\nInsane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n\nChorus: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\nA hole in your head\nA hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\nIn your head!\nA hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\nYou get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\nHuh!/In your head\nA hole in the head, a hole in the head\n\nVerse Two: B-Real\n\nEight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\nSee a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\nI stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\nMe and you, bruca, we should be humpin\nHoney likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\nBut there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\nHe jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\nIt's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\nBuckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\nHoney's in the back but she just wants to go home\nBut he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\nWhite boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\nPushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\nPigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\nDips out the store, one-time hits the corner\nAnd he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\nStill had the forty, comin at the alley\nSeen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\nIn the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\nWrong, hah, it's gonna be on\nThat pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\nA to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\nGet your ass down! And by the way\n\nChorus\n\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\nScooby Doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\nDoobie doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\nScooby Doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n\nVerse Three: B-Real\n\nSix rollin up and now he's really baffled\nBrother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\nBeat down (down) on the way to the station\nGaffled up from a false accusation\nOink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\nAttitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\nMade a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\nWet ya, you know homes the picture\n(Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\nBroomstick up your ass\nAnd by the way, you get\n\nChorus 2X\n\n(Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\nThis is hell boy\n(Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n(Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n(B-Real) Can they kick it?\nCan they kick it?\nYeah, can they kick it?\nI'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.21] (Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n[00:02.18] (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n[00:05.97] Verse One: B-Real\n[00:19.92] Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\n[00:22.73] See a gang, no there ain't no jugete\n[00:25.52] Rollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\n[00:28.31] Who you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\n[00:30.29] Plato, si mon, you want static\n[00:33.01] When you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n[00:35.84] (Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\n[00:37.77] Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\n[00:41.25] Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\n[00:44.02] Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n[00:46.42] Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog\n[00:47.48] A hole in your head\n[00:48.39] A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\n[00:49.20] In your head!\n[00:50.23] A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\n[00:52.06] You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\n[00:53.96] Huh!/In your head\n[00:54.99] A hole in the head, a hole in the head\n[00:56.92] Verse Two: B-Real\n[00:57.98] Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\n[00:59.88] See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\n[01:01.66] I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\n[01:04.43] Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin\n[01:07.23] Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\n[01:10.04] But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\n[01:11.97] He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\n[01:14.75] It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\n[01:17.59] Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\n[01:20.48] Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home\n[01:22.33] But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\n[01:25.16] White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\n[01:27.90] Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\n[01:30.77] Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\n[01:33.58] Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner\n[01:35.41] And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\n[01:38.27] Still had the forty, comin at the alley\n[01:41.00] Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\n[01:44.15] In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\n[01:46.34] Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on\n[01:50.05] That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\n[01:53.67] A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\n[01:57.47] Get your ass down! And by the way\n[01:59.34] Chorus\n[02:09.48] A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\n[02:12.27] Scooby Doo!\n[02:13.18] A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\n[02:15.03] Doobie doo!\n[02:15.93] A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\n[02:16.98] Scooby Doo!\n[02:17.86] A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n[02:19.72] Verse Three: B-Real\n[02:20.67] Six rollin up and now he's really baffled\n[02:22.52] Brother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\n[02:25.46] Beat down (down) on the way to the station\n[02:28.11] Gaffled up from a false accusation\n[02:31.07] Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\n[02:33.94] Attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\n[02:35.86] Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\n[02:37.76] Wet ya, you know homes the picture\n[02:41.42] (Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\n[02:44.49] Broomstick up your ass\n[02:45.33] And by the way, you get\n[02:46.22] Chorus 2X\n[03:06.97] (Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\n[03:10.72] This is hell boy\n[03:12.53] (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n[03:16.24] (Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n[03:18.13] (B-Real) Can they kick it?\n[03:19.99] Can they kick it?\n[03:22.89] Yeah, can they kick it?\n[03:26.59] I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it\n[03:31.26] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hole in the Head\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Cypress Hill\n  duration_ms: 238807\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n  start_ms: 210\n  end_ms: 2180\n- text: (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n  start_ms: 2180\n  end_ms: 5970\n- text: 'Verse One: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 5970\n  end_ms: 19920\n- text: Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\n  start_ms: 19920\n  end_ms: 22730\n- text: See a gang, no there ain't no jugete\n  start_ms: 22730\n  end_ms: 25520\n- text: Rollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\n  start_ms: 25520\n  end_ms: 28310\n- text: Who you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\n  start_ms: 28310\n  end_ms: 30290\n- text: Plato, si mon, you want static\n  start_ms: 30290\n  end_ms: 33010\n- text: When you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n  start_ms: 33010\n  end_ms: 35840\n- text: (Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\n  start_ms: 35840\n  end_ms: 37770\n- text: Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\n  start_ms: 37770\n  end_ms: 41250\n- text: Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\n  start_ms: 41250\n  end_ms: 44020\n- text: Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n  start_ms: 44020\n  end_ms: 46420\n- text: 'Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog'\n  start_ms: 46420\n  end_ms: 47480\n- text: A hole in your head\n  start_ms: 47480\n  end_ms: 48390\n- text: A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\n  start_ms: 48390\n  end_ms: 49200\n- text: In your head!\n  start_ms: 49200\n  end_ms: 50230\n- text: A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\n  start_ms: 50230\n  end_ms: 52060\n- text: You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\n  start_ms: 52060\n  end_ms: 53960\n- text: Huh!/In your head\n  start_ms: 53960\n  end_ms: 54990\n- text: A hole in the head, a hole in the head\n  start_ms: 54990\n  end_ms: 56920\n- text: 'Verse Two: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 56920\n  end_ms: 57980\n- text: Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\n  start_ms: 57980\n  end_ms: 59880\n- text: See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\n  start_ms: 59880\n  end_ms: 61660\n- text: I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\n  start_ms: 61660\n  end_ms: 64430\n- text: Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin\n  start_ms: 64430\n  end_ms: 67230\n- text: Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\n  start_ms: 67230\n  end_ms: 70040\n- text: But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\n  start_ms: 70040\n  end_ms: 71970\n- text: He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\n  start_ms: 71970\n  end_ms: 74750\n- text: It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\n  start_ms: 74750\n  end_ms: 77590\n- text: Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\n  start_ms: 77590\n  end_ms: 80480\n- text: Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home\n  start_ms: 80480\n  end_ms: 82330\n- text: But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\n  start_ms: 82330\n  end_ms: 85160\n- text: White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\n  start_ms: 85160\n  end_ms: 87900\n- text: Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\n  start_ms: 87900\n  end_ms: 90770\n- text: Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\n  start_ms: 90770\n  end_ms: 93580\n- text: Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner\n  start_ms: 93580\n  end_ms: 95410\n- text: And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\n  start_ms: 95410\n  end_ms: 98270\n- text: Still had the forty, comin at the alley\n  start_ms: 98270\n  end_ms: 101000\n- text: Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\n  start_ms: 101000\n  end_ms: 104150\n- text: In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\n  start_ms: 104150\n  end_ms: 106340\n- text: Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on\n  start_ms: 106340\n  end_ms: 110050\n- text: That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\n  start_ms: 110050\n  end_ms: 113670\n- text: A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\n  start_ms: 113670\n  end_ms: 117470\n- text: Get your ass down! And by the way\n  start_ms: 117470\n  end_ms: 119340\n- text: Chorus\n  start_ms: 119340\n  end_ms: 129480\n- text: A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\n  start_ms: 129480\n  end_ms: 132270\n- text: Scooby Doo!\n  start_ms: 132270\n  end_ms: 133180\n- text: A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\n  start_ms: 133180\n  end_ms: 135030\n- text: Doobie doo!\n  start_ms: 135030\n  end_ms: 135930\n- text: A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\n  start_ms: 135930\n  end_ms: 136980\n- text: Scooby Doo!\n  start_ms: 136980\n  end_ms: 137860\n- text: A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n  start_ms: 137860\n  end_ms: 139720\n- text: 'Verse Three: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 139720\n  end_ms: 140670\n- text: Six rollin up and now he's really baffled\n  start_ms: 140670\n  end_ms: 142520\n- text: Brother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\n  start_ms: 142520\n  end_ms: 145460\n- text: Beat down (down) on the way to the station\n  start_ms: 145460\n  end_ms: 148110\n- text: Gaffled up from a false accusation\n  start_ms: 148110\n  end_ms: 151070\n- text: Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\n  start_ms: 151070\n  end_ms: 153940\n- text: Attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\n  start_ms: 153940\n  end_ms: 155860\n- text: Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\n  start_ms: 155860\n  end_ms: 157760\n- text: Wet ya, you know homes the picture\n  start_ms: 157760\n  end_ms: 161420\n- text: (Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\n  start_ms: 161420\n  end_ms: 164490\n- text: Broomstick up your ass\n  start_ms: 164490\n  end_ms: 165330\n- text: And by the way, you get\n  start_ms: 165330\n  end_ms: 166220\n- text: Chorus 2X\n  start_ms: 166220\n  end_ms: 186970\n- text: (Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\n  start_ms: 186970\n  end_ms: 190720\n- text: This is hell boy\n  start_ms: 190720\n  end_ms: 192530\n- text: (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! 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Spittin out buckshots\n  Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\n  Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\n  Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n\n  Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\n  A hole in your head\n  A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\n  In your head!\n  A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\n  You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\n  Huh!/In your head\n  A hole in the head, a hole in the head\n\n  Verse Two: B-Real\n\n  Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\n  See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\n  I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\n  Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin\n  Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\n  But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\n  He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\n  It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\n  Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\n  Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home\n  But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\n  White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\n  Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\n  Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\n  Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner\n  And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\n  Still had the forty, comin at the alley\n  Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\n  In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\n  Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on\n  That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\n  A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\n  Get your ass down! And by the way\n\n  Chorus\n\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\n  Scooby Doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\n  Doobie doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\n  Scooby Doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n\n  Verse Three: B-Real\n\n  Six rollin up and now he's really baffled\n  Brother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\n  Beat down (down) on the way to the station\n  Gaffled up from a false accusation\n  Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\n  Attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\n  Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\n  Wet ya, you know homes the picture\n  (Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\n  Broomstick up your ass\n  And by the way, you get\n\n  Chorus 2X\n\n  (Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\n  This is hell boy\n  (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n  (Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n  (B-Real) Can they kick it?\n  Can they kick it?\n  Yeah, can they kick it?\n  I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it\n"},{"id":29059306,"name":"Hole In The Head","trackName":"Hole In The Head","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Cypress Hill","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n(Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n\nVerse One: B-Real\n\nMadman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\nSee a gang, no there ain't no jugete\nRollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\nWho you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\nPlato, si mon, you want static\nWhen you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n(Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\nHomey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\nCause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\nInsane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n\nChorus: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\nA hole in your head\nA hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\nIn your head!\nA hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\nYou get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\nHuh!/In your head\nA hole in the head, a hole in the head\n\nVerse Two: B-Real\n\nEight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\nSee a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\nI stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\nMe and you, bruca, we should be humpin\nHoney likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\nBut there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\nHe jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\nIt's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\nBuckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\nHoney's in the back but she just wants to go home\nBut he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\nWhite boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\nPushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\nPigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\nDips out the store, one-time hits the corner\nAnd he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\nStill had the forty, comin at the alley\nSeen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\nIn the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\nWrong, hah, it's gonna be on\nThat pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\nA to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\nGet your ass down! And by the way\n\nChorus\n\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\nScooby Doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\nDoobie doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\nScooby Doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n\nVerse Three: B-Real\n\nSix rollin up and now he's really baffled\nBrother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\nBeat down (down) on the way to the station\nGaffled up from a false accusation\nOink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\nAttitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\nMade a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\nWet ya, you know homes the picture\n(Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\nBroomstick up your ass\nAnd by the way, you get\n\nChorus 2X\n\n(Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\nThis is hell boy\n(Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n(Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n(B-Real) Can they kick it?\nCan they kick it?\nYeah, can they kick it?\nI'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.21] (Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n[00:02.18] (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n[00:05.97] Verse One: B-Real\n[00:19.92] Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\n[00:22.73] See a gang, no there ain't no jugete\n[00:25.52] Rollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\n[00:28.31] Who you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\n[00:30.29] Plato, si mon, you want static\n[00:33.01] When you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n[00:35.84] (Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\n[00:37.77] Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\n[00:41.25] Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\n[00:44.02] Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n[00:46.42] Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog\n[00:47.48] A hole in your head\n[00:48.39] A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\n[00:49.20] In your head!\n[00:50.23] A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\n[00:52.06] You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\n[00:53.96] Huh!/In your head\n[00:54.99] A hole in the head, a hole in the head\n[00:56.92] Verse Two: B-Real\n[00:57.98] Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\n[00:59.88] See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\n[01:01.66] I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\n[01:04.43] Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin\n[01:07.23] Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\n[01:10.04] But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\n[01:11.97] He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\n[01:14.75] It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\n[01:17.59] Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\n[01:20.48] Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home\n[01:22.33] But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\n[01:25.16] White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\n[01:27.90] Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\n[01:30.77] Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\n[01:33.58] Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner\n[01:35.41] And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\n[01:38.27] Still had the forty, comin at the alley\n[01:41.00] Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\n[01:44.15] In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\n[01:46.34] Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on\n[01:50.05] That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\n[01:53.67] A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\n[01:57.47] Get your ass down! And by the way\n[01:59.34] Chorus\n[02:09.48] A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\n[02:12.27] Scooby Doo!\n[02:13.18] A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\n[02:15.03] Doobie doo!\n[02:15.93] A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\n[02:16.98] Scooby Doo!\n[02:17.86] A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n[02:19.72] Verse Three: B-Real\n[02:20.67] Six rollin up and now he's really baffled\n[02:22.52] Brother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\n[02:25.46] Beat down (down) on the way to the station\n[02:28.11] Gaffled up from a false accusation\n[02:31.07] Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\n[02:33.94] Attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\n[02:35.86] Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\n[02:37.76] Wet ya, you know homes the picture\n[02:41.42] (Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\n[02:44.49] Broomstick up your ass\n[02:45.33] And by the way, you get\n[02:46.22] Chorus 2X\n[03:06.97] (Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\n[03:10.72] This is hell boy\n[03:12.53] (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n[03:16.24] (Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n[03:18.13] (B-Real) Can they kick it?\n[03:19.99] Can they kick it?\n[03:22.89] Yeah, can they kick it?\n[03:26.59] I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it\n[03:31.26] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hole In The Head\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Cypress Hill\n  duration_ms: 217000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n  start_ms: 210\n  end_ms: 2180\n- text: (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n  start_ms: 2180\n  end_ms: 5970\n- text: 'Verse One: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 5970\n  end_ms: 19920\n- text: Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\n  start_ms: 19920\n  end_ms: 22730\n- text: See a gang, no there ain't no jugete\n  start_ms: 22730\n  end_ms: 25520\n- text: Rollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\n  start_ms: 25520\n  end_ms: 28310\n- text: Who you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\n  start_ms: 28310\n  end_ms: 30290\n- text: Plato, si mon, you want static\n  start_ms: 30290\n  end_ms: 33010\n- text: When you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n  start_ms: 33010\n  end_ms: 35840\n- text: (Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\n  start_ms: 35840\n  end_ms: 37770\n- text: Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\n  start_ms: 37770\n  end_ms: 41250\n- text: Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\n  start_ms: 41250\n  end_ms: 44020\n- text: Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n  start_ms: 44020\n  end_ms: 46420\n- text: 'Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog'\n  start_ms: 46420\n  end_ms: 47480\n- text: A hole in your head\n  start_ms: 47480\n  end_ms: 48390\n- text: A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\n  start_ms: 48390\n  end_ms: 49200\n- text: In your head!\n  start_ms: 49200\n  end_ms: 50230\n- text: A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\n  start_ms: 50230\n  end_ms: 52060\n- text: You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\n  start_ms: 52060\n  end_ms: 53960\n- text: Huh!/In your head\n  start_ms: 53960\n  end_ms: 54990\n- text: A hole in the head, a hole in the head\n  start_ms: 54990\n  end_ms: 56920\n- text: 'Verse Two: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 56920\n  end_ms: 57980\n- text: Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\n  start_ms: 57980\n  end_ms: 59880\n- text: See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\n  start_ms: 59880\n  end_ms: 61660\n- text: I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\n  start_ms: 61660\n  end_ms: 64430\n- text: Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin\n  start_ms: 64430\n  end_ms: 67230\n- text: Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\n  start_ms: 67230\n  end_ms: 70040\n- text: But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\n  start_ms: 70040\n  end_ms: 71970\n- text: He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\n  start_ms: 71970\n  end_ms: 74750\n- text: It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\n  start_ms: 74750\n  end_ms: 77590\n- text: Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\n  start_ms: 77590\n  end_ms: 80480\n- text: Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home\n  start_ms: 80480\n  end_ms: 82330\n- text: But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\n  start_ms: 82330\n  end_ms: 85160\n- text: White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\n  start_ms: 85160\n  end_ms: 87900\n- text: Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\n  start_ms: 87900\n  end_ms: 90770\n- text: Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\n  start_ms: 90770\n  end_ms: 93580\n- text: Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner\n  start_ms: 93580\n  end_ms: 95410\n- text: And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\n  start_ms: 95410\n  end_ms: 98270\n- text: Still had the forty, comin at the alley\n  start_ms: 98270\n  end_ms: 101000\n- text: Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\n  start_ms: 101000\n  end_ms: 104150\n- text: In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\n  start_ms: 104150\n  end_ms: 106340\n- text: Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on\n  start_ms: 106340\n  end_ms: 110050\n- text: That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\n  start_ms: 110050\n  end_ms: 113670\n- text: A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\n  start_ms: 113670\n  end_ms: 117470\n- text: Get your ass down! 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Spittin out buckshots\n  Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\n  Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\n  Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n\n  Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\n  A hole in your head\n  A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\n  In your head!\n  A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\n  You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\n  Huh!/In your head\n  A hole in the head, a hole in the head\n\n  Verse Two: B-Real\n\n  Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\n  See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\n  I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\n  Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin\n  Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\n  But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\n  He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\n  It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\n  Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\n  Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home\n  But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\n  White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\n  Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\n  Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\n  Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner\n  And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\n  Still had the forty, comin at the alley\n  Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\n  In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\n  Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on\n  That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\n  A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\n  Get your ass down! And by the way\n\n  Chorus\n\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\n  Scooby Doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\n  Doobie doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\n  Scooby Doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n\n  Verse Three: B-Real\n\n  Six rollin up and now he's really baffled\n  Brother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\n  Beat down (down) on the way to the station\n  Gaffled up from a false accusation\n  Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\n  Attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\n  Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\n  Wet ya, you know homes the picture\n  (Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\n  Broomstick up your ass\n  And by the way, you get\n\n  Chorus 2X\n\n  (Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\n  This is hell boy\n  (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n  (Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n  (B-Real) Can they kick it?\n  Can they kick it?\n  Yeah, can they kick it?\n  I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it\n"},{"id":29131833,"name":"Hole in the Head","trackName":"Hole in the Head","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Cypress Hill","duration":205.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n(Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n\nVerse One: B-Real\n\nMadman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\nSee a gang, no there ain't no jugete\nRollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\nWho you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\nPlato, si mon, you want static\nWhen you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n(Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\nHomey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\nCause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\nInsane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n\nChorus: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\nA hole in your head\nA hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\nIn your head!\nA hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\nYou get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\nHuh!/In your head\nA hole in the head, a hole in the head\n\nVerse Two: B-Real\n\nEight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\nSee a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\nI stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\nMe and you, bruca, we should be humpin\nHoney likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\nBut there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\nHe jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\nIt's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\nBuckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\nHoney's in the back but she just wants to go home\nBut he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\nWhite boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\nPushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\nPigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\nDips out the store, one-time hits the corner\nAnd he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\nStill had the forty, comin at the alley\nSeen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\nIn the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\nWrong, hah, it's gonna be on\nThat pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\nA to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\nGet your ass down! And by the way\n\nChorus\n\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\nScooby Doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\nDoobie doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\nScooby Doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n\nVerse Three: B-Real\n\nSix rollin up and now he's really baffled\nBrother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\nBeat down (down) on the way to the station\nGaffled up from a false accusation\nOink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\nAttitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\nMade a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\nWet ya, you know homes the picture\n(Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\nBroomstick up your ass\nAnd by the way, you get\n\nChorus 2X\n\n(Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\nThis is hell boy\n(Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n(Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n(B-Real) Can they kick it?\nCan they kick it?\nYeah, can they kick it?\nI'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.21] (Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n[00:02.18] (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n[00:05.97] Verse One: B-Real\n[00:19.92] Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\n[00:22.73] See a gang, no there ain't no jugete\n[00:25.52] Rollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\n[00:28.31] Who you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\n[00:30.29] Plato, si mon, you want static\n[00:33.01] When you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n[00:35.84] (Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\n[00:37.77] Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\n[00:41.25] Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\n[00:44.02] Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n[00:46.42] Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog\n[00:47.48] A hole in your head\n[00:48.39] A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\n[00:49.20] In your head!\n[00:50.23] A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\n[00:52.06] You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\n[00:53.96] Huh!/In your head\n[00:54.99] A hole in the head, a hole in the head\n[00:56.92] Verse Two: B-Real\n[00:57.98] Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\n[00:59.88] See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\n[01:01.66] I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\n[01:04.43] Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin\n[01:07.23] Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\n[01:10.04] But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\n[01:11.97] He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\n[01:14.75] It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\n[01:17.59] Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\n[01:20.48] Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home\n[01:22.33] But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\n[01:25.16] White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\n[01:27.90] Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\n[01:30.77] Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\n[01:33.58] Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner\n[01:35.41] And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\n[01:38.27] Still had the forty, comin at the alley\n[01:41.00] Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\n[01:44.15] In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\n[01:46.34] Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on\n[01:50.05] That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\n[01:53.67] A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\n[01:57.47] Get your ass down! And by the way\n[01:59.34] Chorus\n[02:09.48] A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\n[02:12.27] Scooby Doo!\n[02:13.18] A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\n[02:15.03] Doobie doo!\n[02:15.93] A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\n[02:16.98] Scooby Doo!\n[02:17.86] A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n[02:19.72] Verse Three: B-Real\n[02:20.67] Six rollin up and now he's really baffled\n[02:22.52] Brother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\n[02:25.46] Beat down (down) on the way to the station\n[02:28.11] Gaffled up from a false accusation\n[02:31.07] Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\n[02:33.94] Attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\n[02:35.86] Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\n[02:37.76] Wet ya, you know homes the picture\n[02:41.42] (Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\n[02:44.49] Broomstick up your ass\n[02:45.33] And by the way, you get\n[02:46.22] Chorus 2X\n[03:06.97] (Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\n[03:10.72] This is hell boy\n[03:12.53] (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n[03:16.24] (Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n[03:18.13] (B-Real) Can they kick it?\n[03:19.99] Can they kick it?\n[03:22.89] Yeah, can they kick it?\n[03:26.59] I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it\n[03:31.26] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hole in the Head\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Cypress Hill\n  duration_ms: 205000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n  start_ms: 210\n  end_ms: 2180\n- text: (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n  start_ms: 2180\n  end_ms: 5970\n- text: 'Verse One: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 5970\n  end_ms: 19920\n- text: Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\n  start_ms: 19920\n  end_ms: 22730\n- text: See a gang, no there ain't no jugete\n  start_ms: 22730\n  end_ms: 25520\n- text: Rollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\n  start_ms: 25520\n  end_ms: 28310\n- text: Who you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\n  start_ms: 28310\n  end_ms: 30290\n- text: Plato, si mon, you want static\n  start_ms: 30290\n  end_ms: 33010\n- text: When you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n  start_ms: 33010\n  end_ms: 35840\n- text: (Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\n  start_ms: 35840\n  end_ms: 37770\n- text: Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\n  start_ms: 37770\n  end_ms: 41250\n- text: Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\n  start_ms: 41250\n  end_ms: 44020\n- text: Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n  start_ms: 44020\n  end_ms: 46420\n- text: 'Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog'\n  start_ms: 46420\n  end_ms: 47480\n- text: A hole in your head\n  start_ms: 47480\n  end_ms: 48390\n- text: A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\n  start_ms: 48390\n  end_ms: 49200\n- text: In your head!\n  start_ms: 49200\n  end_ms: 50230\n- text: A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\n  start_ms: 50230\n  end_ms: 52060\n- text: You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\n  start_ms: 52060\n  end_ms: 53960\n- text: Huh!/In your head\n  start_ms: 53960\n  end_ms: 54990\n- text: A hole in the head, a hole in the head\n  start_ms: 54990\n  end_ms: 56920\n- text: 'Verse Two: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 56920\n  end_ms: 57980\n- text: Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\n  start_ms: 57980\n  end_ms: 59880\n- text: See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\n  start_ms: 59880\n  end_ms: 61660\n- text: I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\n  start_ms: 61660\n  end_ms: 64430\n- text: Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin\n  start_ms: 64430\n  end_ms: 67230\n- text: Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\n  start_ms: 67230\n  end_ms: 70040\n- text: But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\n  start_ms: 70040\n  end_ms: 71970\n- text: He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\n  start_ms: 71970\n  end_ms: 74750\n- text: It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\n  start_ms: 74750\n  end_ms: 77590\n- text: Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\n  start_ms: 77590\n  end_ms: 80480\n- text: Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home\n  start_ms: 80480\n  end_ms: 82330\n- text: But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\n  start_ms: 82330\n  end_ms: 85160\n- text: White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\n  start_ms: 85160\n  end_ms: 87900\n- text: Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\n  start_ms: 87900\n  end_ms: 90770\n- text: Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\n  start_ms: 90770\n  end_ms: 93580\n- text: Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner\n  start_ms: 93580\n  end_ms: 95410\n- text: And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\n  start_ms: 95410\n  end_ms: 98270\n- text: Still had the forty, comin at the alley\n  start_ms: 98270\n  end_ms: 101000\n- text: Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\n  start_ms: 101000\n  end_ms: 104150\n- text: In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\n  start_ms: 104150\n  end_ms: 106340\n- text: Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on\n  start_ms: 106340\n  end_ms: 110050\n- text: That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\n  start_ms: 110050\n  end_ms: 113670\n- text: A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\n  start_ms: 113670\n  end_ms: 117470\n- text: Get your ass down! And by the way\n  start_ms: 117470\n  end_ms: 119340\n- text: Chorus\n  start_ms: 119340\n  end_ms: 129480\n- text: A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\n  start_ms: 129480\n  end_ms: 132270\n- text: Scooby Doo!\n  start_ms: 132270\n  end_ms: 133180\n- text: A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\n  start_ms: 133180\n  end_ms: 135030\n- text: Doobie doo!\n  start_ms: 135030\n  end_ms: 135930\n- text: A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\n  start_ms: 135930\n  end_ms: 136980\n- text: Scooby Doo!\n  start_ms: 136980\n  end_ms: 137860\n- text: A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n  start_ms: 137860\n  end_ms: 139720\n- text: 'Verse Three: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 139720\n  end_ms: 140670\n- text: Six rollin up and now he's really baffled\n  start_ms: 140670\n  end_ms: 142520\n- text: Brother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\n  start_ms: 142520\n  end_ms: 145460\n- text: Beat down (down) on the way to the station\n  start_ms: 145460\n  end_ms: 148110\n- text: Gaffled up from a false accusation\n  start_ms: 148110\n  end_ms: 151070\n- text: Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\n  start_ms: 151070\n  end_ms: 153940\n- text: Attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\n  start_ms: 153940\n  end_ms: 155860\n- text: Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\n  start_ms: 155860\n  end_ms: 157760\n- text: Wet ya, you know homes the picture\n  start_ms: 157760\n  end_ms: 161420\n- text: (Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\n  start_ms: 161420\n  end_ms: 164490\n- text: Broomstick up your ass\n  start_ms: 164490\n  end_ms: 165330\n- text: And by the way, you get\n  start_ms: 165330\n  end_ms: 166220\n- text: Chorus 2X\n  start_ms: 166220\n  end_ms: 186970\n- text: (Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\n  start_ms: 186970\n  end_ms: 190720\n- text: This is hell boy\n  start_ms: 190720\n  end_ms: 192530\n- text: (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n  start_ms: 192530\n  end_ms: 196240\n- text: (Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n  start_ms: 196240\n  end_ms: 198130\n- text: (B-Real) Can they kick it?\n  start_ms: 198130\n  end_ms: 199990\n- text: Can they kick it?\n  start_ms: 199990\n  end_ms: 202890\n- text: Yeah, can they kick it?\n  start_ms: 202890\n  end_ms: 206590\n- text: I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it\n  start_ms: 206590\n  end_ms: 211260\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 211260\nplain: |-\n  (Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n  (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n\n  Verse One: B-Real\n\n  Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\n  See a gang, no there ain't no jugete\n  Rollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\n  Who you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\n  Plato, si mon, you want static\n  When you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n  (Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\n  Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\n  Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\n  Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n\n  Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\n  A hole in your head\n  A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\n  In your head!\n  A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\n  You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\n  Huh!/In your head\n  A hole in the head, a hole in the head\n\n  Verse Two: B-Real\n\n  Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\n  See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\n  I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\n  Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin\n  Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\n  But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\n  He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\n  It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\n  Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\n  Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home\n  But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\n  White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\n  Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\n  Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\n  Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner\n  And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\n  Still had the forty, comin at the alley\n  Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\n  In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\n  Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on\n  That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\n  A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\n  Get your ass down! And by the way\n\n  Chorus\n\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\n  Scooby Doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\n  Doobie doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\n  Scooby Doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n\n  Verse Three: B-Real\n\n  Six rollin up and now he's really baffled\n  Brother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\n  Beat down (down) on the way to the station\n  Gaffled up from a false accusation\n  Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\n  Attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\n  Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\n  Wet ya, you know homes the picture\n  (Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\n  Broomstick up your ass\n  And by the way, you get\n\n  Chorus 2X\n\n  (Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\n  This is hell boy\n  (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n  (Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n  (B-Real) Can they kick it?\n  Can they kick it?\n  Yeah, can they kick it?\n  I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it\n"},{"id":39193264,"name":"Hole in the Head","trackName":"Hole in the Head","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Cypress Hill","duration":275.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n(Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n\nVerse One: B-Real\n\nMadman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\nSee a gang, no there ain't no jugete\nRollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\nWho you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\nPlato, si mon, you want static\nWhen you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n(Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\nHomey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\nCause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\nInsane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n\nChorus: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\nA hole in your head\nA hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\nIn your head!\nA hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\nYou get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\nHuh!/In your head\nA hole in the head, a hole in the head\n\nVerse Two: B-Real\n\nEight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\nSee a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\nI stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\nMe and you, bruca, we should be humpin\nHoney likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\nBut there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\nHe jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\nIt's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\nBuckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\nHoney's in the back but she just wants to go home\nBut he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\nWhite boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\nPushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\nPigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\nDips out the store, one-time hits the corner\nAnd he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\nStill had the forty, comin at the alley\nSeen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\nIn the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\nWrong, hah, it's gonna be on\nThat pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\nA to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\nGet your ass down! And by the way\n\nChorus\n\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\nScooby Doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\nDoobie doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\nScooby Doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n\nVerse Three: B-Real\n\nSix rollin up and now he's really baffled\nBrother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\nBeat down (down) on the way to the station\nGaffled up from a false accusation\nOink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\nAttitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\nMade a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\nWet ya, you know homes the picture\n(Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\nBroomstick up your ass\nAnd by the way, you get\n\nChorus 2X\n\n(Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\nThis is hell boy\n(Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n(Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n(B-Real) Can they kick it?\nCan they kick it?\nYeah, can they kick it?\nI'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.21](Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n[00:02.18](Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n[00:05.97]Verse One: B-Real\n[00:19.92]Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\n[00:22.73]See a gang, no there ain't no jugete\n[00:25.52]Rollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\n[00:28.31]Who you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\n[00:30.29]Plato, si mon, you want static\n[00:33.01]When you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n[00:35.84](Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\n[00:37.77]Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\n[00:41.25]Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\n[00:44.02]Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n[00:46.42]Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog\n[00:47.48]A hole in your head\n[00:48.39]A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\n[00:49.20]In your head!\n[00:50.23]A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\n[00:52.06]You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\n[00:53.96]Huh!/In your head\n[00:54.99]A hole in the head, a hole in the head\n[00:56.92]Verse Two: B-Real\n[00:57.98]Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\n[00:59.88]See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\n[01:01.66]I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\n[01:04.43]Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin\n[01:07.23]Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\n[01:10.04]But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\n[01:11.97]He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\n[01:14.75]It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\n[01:17.59]Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\n[01:20.48]Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home\n[01:22.33]But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\n[01:25.16]White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\n[01:27.90]Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\n[01:30.77]Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\n[01:33.58]Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner\n[01:35.41]And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\n[01:38.27]Still had the forty, comin at the alley\n[01:41.00]Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\n[01:44.15]In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\n[01:46.34]Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on\n[01:50.05]That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\n[01:53.67]A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\n[01:57.47]Get your ass down! And by the way\n[01:59.34]Chorus\n[02:09.48]A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\n[02:12.27]Scooby Doo!\n[02:13.18]A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\n[02:15.03]Doobie doo!\n[02:15.93]A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\n[02:16.98]Scooby Doo!\n[02:17.86]A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n[02:19.72]Verse Three: B-Real\n[02:20.67]Six rollin up and now he's really baffled\n[02:22.52]Brother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\n[02:25.46]Beat down (down) on the way to the station\n[02:28.11]Gaffled up from a false accusation\n[02:31.07]Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\n[02:33.94]Attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\n[02:35.86]Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\n[02:37.76]Wet ya, you know homes the picture\n[02:41.42](Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\n[02:44.49]Broomstick up your ass\n[02:45.33]And by the way, you get\n[02:46.22]Chorus 2X\n[03:06.97](Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\n[03:10.72]This is hell boy\n[03:12.53](Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n[03:16.24](Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n[03:18.13](B-Real) Can they kick it?\n[03:19.99]Can they kick it?\n[03:22.89]Yeah, can they kick it?\n[03:26.59]I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it\n[03:31.26]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hole in the Head\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Cypress Hill\n  duration_ms: 275428\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n  start_ms: 210\n  end_ms: 2180\n- text: (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n  start_ms: 2180\n  end_ms: 5970\n- text: 'Verse One: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 5970\n  end_ms: 19920\n- text: Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\n  start_ms: 19920\n  end_ms: 22730\n- text: See a gang, no there ain't no jugete\n  start_ms: 22730\n  end_ms: 25520\n- text: Rollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\n  start_ms: 25520\n  end_ms: 28310\n- text: Who you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\n  start_ms: 28310\n  end_ms: 30290\n- text: Plato, si mon, you want static\n  start_ms: 30290\n  end_ms: 33010\n- text: When you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n  start_ms: 33010\n  end_ms: 35840\n- text: (Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\n  start_ms: 35840\n  end_ms: 37770\n- text: Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\n  start_ms: 37770\n  end_ms: 41250\n- text: Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\n  start_ms: 41250\n  end_ms: 44020\n- text: Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n  start_ms: 44020\n  end_ms: 46420\n- text: 'Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog'\n  start_ms: 46420\n  end_ms: 47480\n- text: A hole in your head\n  start_ms: 47480\n  end_ms: 48390\n- text: A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\n  start_ms: 48390\n  end_ms: 49200\n- text: In your head!\n  start_ms: 49200\n  end_ms: 50230\n- text: A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\n  start_ms: 50230\n  end_ms: 52060\n- text: You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\n  start_ms: 52060\n  end_ms: 53960\n- text: Huh!/In your head\n  start_ms: 53960\n  end_ms: 54990\n- text: A hole in the head, a hole in the head\n  start_ms: 54990\n  end_ms: 56920\n- text: 'Verse Two: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 56920\n  end_ms: 57980\n- text: Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\n  start_ms: 57980\n  end_ms: 59880\n- text: See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\n  start_ms: 59880\n  end_ms: 61660\n- text: I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\n  start_ms: 61660\n  end_ms: 64430\n- text: Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin\n  start_ms: 64430\n  end_ms: 67230\n- text: Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\n  start_ms: 67230\n  end_ms: 70040\n- text: But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\n  start_ms: 70040\n  end_ms: 71970\n- text: He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\n  start_ms: 71970\n  end_ms: 74750\n- text: It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\n  start_ms: 74750\n  end_ms: 77590\n- text: Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\n  start_ms: 77590\n  end_ms: 80480\n- text: Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home\n  start_ms: 80480\n  end_ms: 82330\n- text: But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\n  start_ms: 82330\n  end_ms: 85160\n- text: White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\n  start_ms: 85160\n  end_ms: 87900\n- text: Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\n  start_ms: 87900\n  end_ms: 90770\n- text: Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\n  start_ms: 90770\n  end_ms: 93580\n- text: Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner\n  start_ms: 93580\n  end_ms: 95410\n- text: And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\n  start_ms: 95410\n  end_ms: 98270\n- text: Still had the forty, comin at the alley\n  start_ms: 98270\n  end_ms: 101000\n- text: Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\n  start_ms: 101000\n  end_ms: 104150\n- text: In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\n  start_ms: 104150\n  end_ms: 106340\n- text: Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on\n  start_ms: 106340\n  end_ms: 110050\n- text: That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\n  start_ms: 110050\n  end_ms: 113670\n- text: A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\n  start_ms: 113670\n  end_ms: 117470\n- text: Get your ass down! And by the way\n  start_ms: 117470\n  end_ms: 119340\n- text: Chorus\n  start_ms: 119340\n  end_ms: 129480\n- text: A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\n  start_ms: 129480\n  end_ms: 132270\n- text: Scooby Doo!\n  start_ms: 132270\n  end_ms: 133180\n- text: A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\n  start_ms: 133180\n  end_ms: 135030\n- text: Doobie doo!\n  start_ms: 135030\n  end_ms: 135930\n- text: A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\n  start_ms: 135930\n  end_ms: 136980\n- text: Scooby Doo!\n  start_ms: 136980\n  end_ms: 137860\n- text: A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n  start_ms: 137860\n  end_ms: 139720\n- text: 'Verse Three: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 139720\n  end_ms: 140670\n- text: Six rollin up and now he's really baffled\n  start_ms: 140670\n  end_ms: 142520\n- text: Brother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\n  start_ms: 142520\n  end_ms: 145460\n- text: Beat down (down) on the way to the station\n  start_ms: 145460\n  end_ms: 148110\n- text: Gaffled up from a false accusation\n  start_ms: 148110\n  end_ms: 151070\n- text: Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\n  start_ms: 151070\n  end_ms: 153940\n- text: Attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\n  start_ms: 153940\n  end_ms: 155860\n- text: Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\n  start_ms: 155860\n  end_ms: 157760\n- text: Wet ya, you know homes the picture\n  start_ms: 157760\n  end_ms: 161420\n- text: (Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\n  start_ms: 161420\n  end_ms: 164490\n- text: Broomstick up your ass\n  start_ms: 164490\n  end_ms: 165330\n- text: And by the way, you get\n  start_ms: 165330\n  end_ms: 166220\n- text: Chorus 2X\n  start_ms: 166220\n  end_ms: 186970\n- text: (Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\n  start_ms: 186970\n  end_ms: 190720\n- text: This is hell boy\n  start_ms: 190720\n  end_ms: 192530\n- text: (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n  start_ms: 192530\n  end_ms: 196240\n- text: (Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n  start_ms: 196240\n  end_ms: 198130\n- text: (B-Real) Can they kick it?\n  start_ms: 198130\n  end_ms: 199990\n- text: Can they kick it?\n  start_ms: 199990\n  end_ms: 202890\n- text: Yeah, can they kick it?\n  start_ms: 202890\n  end_ms: 206590\n- text: I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it\n  start_ms: 206590\n  end_ms: 211260\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 211260\nplain: |-\n  (Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n  (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n\n  Verse One: B-Real\n\n  Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\n  See a gang, no there ain't no jugete\n  Rollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\n  Who you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\n  Plato, si mon, you want static\n  When you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n  (Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\n  Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\n  Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\n  Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n\n  Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\n  A hole in your head\n  A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\n  In your head!\n  A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\n  You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\n  Huh!/In your head\n  A hole in the head, a hole in the head\n\n  Verse Two: B-Real\n\n  Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\n  See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\n  I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\n  Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin\n  Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\n  But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\n  He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\n  It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\n  Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\n  Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home\n  But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\n  White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\n  Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\n  Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\n  Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner\n  And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\n  Still had the forty, comin at the alley\n  Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\n  In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\n  Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on\n  That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\n  A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\n  Get your ass down! And by the way\n\n  Chorus\n\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\n  Scooby Doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\n  Doobie doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\n  Scooby Doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n\n  Verse Three: B-Real\n\n  Six rollin up and now he's really baffled\n  Brother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\n  Beat down (down) on the way to the station\n  Gaffled up from a false accusation\n  Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\n  Attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\n  Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\n  Wet ya, you know homes the picture\n  (Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\n  Broomstick up your ass\n  And by the way, you get\n\n  Chorus 2X\n\n  (Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\n  This is hell boy\n  (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n  (Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n  (B-Real) Can they kick it?\n  Can they kick it?\n  Yeah, can they kick it?\n  I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it\n"},{"id":16054447,"name":"04 Hole In The Head","trackName":"04 Hole In The Head","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Cypress Hill","duration":214.021224,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n(Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n\nVerse One: B-Real\n\nMadman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\nSee a gang, no there ain't no jugete\nRollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\nWho you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\nPlato, si mon, you want static\nWhen you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n(Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\nHomey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\nCause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\nInsane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n\nChorus: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\nA hole in your head\nA hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\nIn your head!\nA hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\nYou get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\nHuh!/In your head\nA hole in the head, a hole in the head\n\nVerse Two: B-Real\n\nEight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\nSee a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\nI stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\nMe and you, bruca, we should be humpin\nHoney likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\nBut there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\nHe jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\nIt's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\nBuckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\nHoney's in the back but she just wants to go home\nBut he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\nWhite boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\nPushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\nPigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\nDips out the store, one-time hits the corner\nAnd he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\nStill had the forty, comin at the alley\nSeen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\nIn the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\nWrong, hah, it's gonna be on\nThat pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\nA to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\nGet your ass down! And by the way\n\nChorus\n\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\nScooby Doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\nDoobie doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\nScooby Doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n\nVerse Three: B-Real\n\nSix rollin up and now he's really baffled\nBrother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\nBeat down (down) on the way to the station\nGaffled up from a false accusation\nOink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\nattitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\nMade a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\nWet ya, you know homes the picture\n(Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\nBroomstick up your ass\nAnd by the way, you get\n\nChorus 2X\n\n(Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\nThis is hell boy\n(Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n(Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n(B-Real) Can they kick it?\nCan they kick it?\nYeah, can they kick it?\nI'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.28] (Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n[00:02.13] (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n[00:05.98] Verse One: B-Real\n[00:19.91] Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\n[00:22.74] See a gang, no there ain't no jugete\n[00:25.52] Rollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\n[00:28.31] Who you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\n[00:30.26] Plato, si mon, you want static\n[00:33.06] When you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n[00:35.86] (Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\n[00:37.71] Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\n[00:41.27] Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\n[00:44.02] Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n[00:46.49] Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog\n[00:47.43] A hole in your head\n[00:48.32] A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\n[00:49.27] In your head!\n[00:50.29] A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\n[00:52.00] You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\n[00:53.91] Huh!/In your head\n[00:54.92] A hole in the head, a hole in the head\n[00:56.92] Verse Two: B-Real\n[00:57.90] Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\n[00:59.89] See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\n[01:01.66] I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\n[01:04.46] Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin\n[01:07.24] Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\n[01:10.01] But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\n[01:11.97] He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\n[01:14.71] It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\n[01:17.52] Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\n[01:20.44] Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home\n[01:22.34] But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\n[01:25.11] White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\n[01:27.95] Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\n[01:30.78] Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\n[01:33.53] Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner\n[01:35.46] And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\n[01:38.25] Still had the forty, comin at the alley\n[01:41.09] Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\n[01:44.12] In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\n[01:46.36] Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on\n[01:50.07] That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\n[01:53.65] A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\n[01:57.46] Get your ass down! And by the way\n[01:59.30] Chorus\n[02:09.48] A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\n[02:12.23] Scooby Doo!\n[02:13.10] A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\n[02:15.07] Doobie doo!\n[02:15.95] A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\n[02:16.92] Scooby Doo!\n[02:17.80] A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n[02:19.75] Verse Three: B-Real\n[02:20.61] Six rollin up and now he's really baffled\n[02:22.57] Brother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\n[02:25.41] Beat down (down) on the way to the station\n[02:28.17] Gaffled up from a false accusation\n[02:31.08] Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\n[02:34.00] attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\n[02:35.87] Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\n[02:37.70] Wet ya, you know homes the picture\n[02:41.44] (Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\n[02:44.41] Broomstick up your ass\n[02:45.31] And by the way, you get\n[02:46.28] Chorus 2X\n[03:06.90] (Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\n[03:10.75] This is hell boy\n[03:12.55] (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n[03:16.25] (Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n[03:18.15] (B-Real) Can they kick it?\n[03:19.98] Can they kick it?\n[03:22.82] Yeah, can they kick it?\n[03:26.52] I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it\n[03:31.23] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 04 Hole In The Head\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Cypress Hill\n  duration_ms: 214021\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n  start_ms: 280\n  end_ms: 2130\n- text: (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n  start_ms: 2130\n  end_ms: 5980\n- text: 'Verse One: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 5980\n  end_ms: 19910\n- text: Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\n  start_ms: 19910\n  end_ms: 22740\n- text: See a gang, no there ain't no jugete\n  start_ms: 22740\n  end_ms: 25520\n- text: Rollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\n  start_ms: 25520\n  end_ms: 28310\n- text: Who you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\n  start_ms: 28310\n  end_ms: 30260\n- text: Plato, si mon, you want static\n  start_ms: 30260\n  end_ms: 33060\n- text: When you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n  start_ms: 33060\n  end_ms: 35860\n- text: (Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\n  start_ms: 35860\n  end_ms: 37710\n- text: Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\n  start_ms: 37710\n  end_ms: 41270\n- text: Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\n  start_ms: 41270\n  end_ms: 44020\n- text: Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n  start_ms: 44020\n  end_ms: 46490\n- text: 'Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog'\n  start_ms: 46490\n  end_ms: 47430\n- text: A hole in your head\n  start_ms: 47430\n  end_ms: 48320\n- text: A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\n  start_ms: 48320\n  end_ms: 49270\n- text: In your head!\n  start_ms: 49270\n  end_ms: 50290\n- text: A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\n  start_ms: 50290\n  end_ms: 52000\n- text: You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\n  start_ms: 52000\n  end_ms: 53910\n- text: Huh!/In your head\n  start_ms: 53910\n  end_ms: 54920\n- text: A hole in the head, a hole in the head\n  start_ms: 54920\n  end_ms: 56920\n- text: 'Verse Two: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 56920\n  end_ms: 57900\n- text: Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\n  start_ms: 57900\n  end_ms: 59890\n- text: See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\n  start_ms: 59890\n  end_ms: 61660\n- text: I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\n  start_ms: 61660\n  end_ms: 64460\n- text: Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin\n  start_ms: 64460\n  end_ms: 67240\n- text: Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\n  start_ms: 67240\n  end_ms: 70010\n- text: But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\n  start_ms: 70010\n  end_ms: 71970\n- text: He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\n  start_ms: 71970\n  end_ms: 74710\n- text: It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\n  start_ms: 74710\n  end_ms: 77520\n- text: Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\n  start_ms: 77520\n  end_ms: 80440\n- text: Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home\n  start_ms: 80440\n  end_ms: 82340\n- text: But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\n  start_ms: 82340\n  end_ms: 85110\n- text: White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\n  start_ms: 85110\n  end_ms: 87950\n- text: Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\n  start_ms: 87950\n  end_ms: 90780\n- text: Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\n  start_ms: 90780\n  end_ms: 93530\n- text: Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner\n  start_ms: 93530\n  end_ms: 95460\n- text: And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\n  start_ms: 95460\n  end_ms: 98250\n- text: Still had the forty, comin at the alley\n  start_ms: 98250\n  end_ms: 101090\n- text: Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\n  start_ms: 101090\n  end_ms: 104120\n- text: In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\n  start_ms: 104120\n  end_ms: 106360\n- text: Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on\n  start_ms: 106360\n  end_ms: 110070\n- text: That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\n  start_ms: 110070\n  end_ms: 113650\n- text: A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\n  start_ms: 113650\n  end_ms: 117460\n- text: Get your ass down! And by the way\n  start_ms: 117460\n  end_ms: 119300\n- text: Chorus\n  start_ms: 119300\n  end_ms: 129480\n- text: A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\n  start_ms: 129480\n  end_ms: 132230\n- text: Scooby Doo!\n  start_ms: 132230\n  end_ms: 133100\n- text: A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\n  start_ms: 133100\n  end_ms: 135070\n- text: Doobie doo!\n  start_ms: 135070\n  end_ms: 135950\n- text: A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\n  start_ms: 135950\n  end_ms: 136920\n- text: Scooby Doo!\n  start_ms: 136920\n  end_ms: 137800\n- text: A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n  start_ms: 137800\n  end_ms: 139750\n- text: 'Verse Three: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 139750\n  end_ms: 140610\n- text: Six rollin up and now he's really baffled\n  start_ms: 140610\n  end_ms: 142570\n- text: Brother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\n  start_ms: 142570\n  end_ms: 145410\n- text: Beat down (down) on the way to the station\n  start_ms: 145410\n  end_ms: 148170\n- text: Gaffled up from a false accusation\n  start_ms: 148170\n  end_ms: 151080\n- text: Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\n  start_ms: 151080\n  end_ms: 154000\n- text: attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\n  start_ms: 154000\n  end_ms: 155870\n- text: Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\n  start_ms: 155870\n  end_ms: 157700\n- text: Wet ya, you know homes the picture\n  start_ms: 157700\n  end_ms: 161440\n- text: (Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\n  start_ms: 161440\n  end_ms: 164410\n- text: Broomstick up your ass\n  start_ms: 164410\n  end_ms: 165310\n- text: And by the way, you get\n  start_ms: 165310\n  end_ms: 166280\n- text: Chorus 2X\n  start_ms: 166280\n  end_ms: 186900\n- text: (Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\n  start_ms: 186900\n  end_ms: 190750\n- text: This is hell boy\n  start_ms: 190750\n  end_ms: 192550\n- text: (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n  start_ms: 192550\n  end_ms: 196250\n- text: (Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n  start_ms: 196250\n  end_ms: 198150\n- text: (B-Real) Can they kick it?\n  start_ms: 198150\n  end_ms: 199980\n- text: Can they kick it?\n  start_ms: 199980\n  end_ms: 202820\n- text: Yeah, can they kick it?\n  start_ms: 202820\n  end_ms: 206520\n- text: I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it\n  start_ms: 206520\n  end_ms: 211230\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 211230\nplain: |-\n  (Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n  (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n\n  Verse One: B-Real\n\n  Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\n  See a gang, no there ain't no jugete\n  Rollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\n  Who you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\n  Plato, si mon, you want static\n  When you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n  (Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\n  Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\n  Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\n  Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n\n  Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\n  A hole in your head\n  A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\n  In your head!\n  A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\n  You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\n  Huh!/In your head\n  A hole in the head, a hole in the head\n\n  Verse Two: B-Real\n\n  Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\n  See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\n  I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\n  Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin\n  Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\n  But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\n  He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\n  It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\n  Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\n  Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home\n  But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\n  White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\n  Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\n  Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\n  Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner\n  And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\n  Still had the forty, comin at the alley\n  Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\n  In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\n  Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on\n  That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\n  A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\n  Get your ass down! And by the way\n\n  Chorus\n\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\n  Scooby Doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\n  Doobie doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\n  Scooby Doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n\n  Verse Three: B-Real\n\n  Six rollin up and now he's really baffled\n  Brother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\n  Beat down (down) on the way to the station\n  Gaffled up from a false accusation\n  Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\n  attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\n  Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\n  Wet ya, you know homes the picture\n  (Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\n  Broomstick up your ass\n  And by the way, you get\n\n  Chorus 2X\n\n  (Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\n  This is hell boy\n  (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n  (Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n  (B-Real) Can they kick it?\n  Can they kick it?\n  Yeah, can they kick it?\n  I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it\n"},{"id":30416026,"name":"Hole In The Head","trackName":"Hole In The Head","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"I Cypress Hill","duration":213.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n(Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n\nVerse One: B-Real\n\nMadman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\nSee a gang, no there ain't no jugete\nRollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\nWho you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\nPlato, si mon, you want static\nWhen you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n(Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\nHomey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\nCause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\nInsane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n\nChorus: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\nA hole in your head\nA hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\nIn your head!\nA hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\nYou get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\nHuh!/In your head\nA hole in the head, a hole in the head\n\nVerse Two: B-Real\n\nEight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\nSee a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\nI stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\nMe and you, bruca, we should be humpin\nHoney likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\nBut there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\nHe jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\nIt's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\nBuckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\nHoney's in the back but she just wants to go home\nBut he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\nWhite boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\nPushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\nPigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\nDips out the store, one-time hits the corner\nAnd he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\nStill had the forty, comin at the alley\nSeen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\nIn the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\nWrong, hah, it's gonna be on\nThat pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\nA to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\nGet your ass down! And by the way\n\nChorus\n\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\nScooby Doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\nDoobie doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\nScooby Doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n\nVerse Three: B-Real\n\nSix rollin up and now he's really baffled\nBrother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\nBeat down (down) on the way to the station\nGaffled up from a false accusation\nOink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\nAttitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\nMade a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\nWet ya, you know homes the picture\n(Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\nBroomstick up your ass\nAnd by the way, you get\n\nChorus 2X\n\n(Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\nThis is hell boy\n(Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n(Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n(B-Real) Can they kick it?\nCan they kick it?\nYeah, can they kick it?\nI'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.21] (Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n[00:02.18] (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n[00:05.97] Verse One: B-Real\n[00:19.92] Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\n[00:22.73] See a gang, no there ain't no jugete\n[00:25.52] Rollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\n[00:28.31] Who you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\n[00:30.29] Plato, si mon, you want static\n[00:33.01] When you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n[00:35.84] (Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\n[00:37.77] Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\n[00:41.25] Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\n[00:44.02] Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n[00:46.42] Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog\n[00:47.48] A hole in your head\n[00:48.39] A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\n[00:49.20] In your head!\n[00:50.23] A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\n[00:52.06] You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\n[00:53.96] Huh!/In your head\n[00:54.99] A hole in the head, a hole in the head\n[00:56.92] Verse Two: B-Real\n[00:57.98] Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\n[00:59.88] See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\n[01:01.66] I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\n[01:04.43] Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin\n[01:07.23] Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\n[01:10.04] But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\n[01:11.97] He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\n[01:14.75] It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\n[01:17.59] Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\n[01:20.48] Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home\n[01:22.33] But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\n[01:25.16] White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\n[01:27.90] Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\n[01:30.77] Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\n[01:33.58] Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner\n[01:35.41] And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\n[01:38.27] Still had the forty, comin at the alley\n[01:41.00] Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\n[01:44.15] In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\n[01:46.34] Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on\n[01:50.05] That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\n[01:53.67] A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\n[01:57.47] Get your ass down! And by the way\n[01:59.34] Chorus\n[02:09.48] A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\n[02:12.27] Scooby Doo!\n[02:13.18] A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\n[02:15.03] Doobie doo!\n[02:15.93] A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\n[02:16.98] Scooby Doo!\n[02:17.86] A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n[02:19.72] Verse Three: B-Real\n[02:20.67] Six rollin up and now he's really baffled\n[02:22.52] Brother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\n[02:25.46] Beat down (down) on the way to the station\n[02:28.11] Gaffled up from a false accusation\n[02:31.07] Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\n[02:33.94] Attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\n[02:35.86] Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\n[02:37.76] Wet ya, you know homes the picture\n[02:41.42] (Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\n[02:44.49] Broomstick up your ass\n[02:45.33] And by the way, you get\n[02:46.22] Chorus 2X\n[03:06.97] (Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\n[03:10.72] This is hell boy\n[03:12.53] (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n[03:16.24] (Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n[03:18.13] (B-Real) Can they kick it?\n[03:19.99] Can they kick it?\n[03:22.89] Yeah, can they kick it?\n[03:26.59] I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it\n[03:31.26] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hole In The Head\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: I Cypress Hill\n  duration_ms: 213000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n  start_ms: 210\n  end_ms: 2180\n- text: (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n  start_ms: 2180\n  end_ms: 5970\n- text: 'Verse One: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 5970\n  end_ms: 19920\n- text: Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\n  start_ms: 19920\n  end_ms: 22730\n- text: See a gang, no there ain't no jugete\n  start_ms: 22730\n  end_ms: 25520\n- text: Rollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\n  start_ms: 25520\n  end_ms: 28310\n- text: Who you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\n  start_ms: 28310\n  end_ms: 30290\n- text: Plato, si mon, you want static\n  start_ms: 30290\n  end_ms: 33010\n- text: When you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n  start_ms: 33010\n  end_ms: 35840\n- text: (Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\n  start_ms: 35840\n  end_ms: 37770\n- text: Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\n  start_ms: 37770\n  end_ms: 41250\n- text: Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\n  start_ms: 41250\n  end_ms: 44020\n- text: Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n  start_ms: 44020\n  end_ms: 46420\n- text: 'Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog'\n  start_ms: 46420\n  end_ms: 47480\n- text: A hole in your head\n  start_ms: 47480\n  end_ms: 48390\n- text: A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\n  start_ms: 48390\n  end_ms: 49200\n- text: In your head!\n  start_ms: 49200\n  end_ms: 50230\n- text: A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\n  start_ms: 50230\n  end_ms: 52060\n- text: You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\n  start_ms: 52060\n  end_ms: 53960\n- text: Huh!/In your head\n  start_ms: 53960\n  end_ms: 54990\n- text: A hole in the head, a hole in the head\n  start_ms: 54990\n  end_ms: 56920\n- text: 'Verse Two: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 56920\n  end_ms: 57980\n- text: Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\n  start_ms: 57980\n  end_ms: 59880\n- text: See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\n  start_ms: 59880\n  end_ms: 61660\n- text: I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\n  start_ms: 61660\n  end_ms: 64430\n- text: Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin\n  start_ms: 64430\n  end_ms: 67230\n- text: Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\n  start_ms: 67230\n  end_ms: 70040\n- text: But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\n  start_ms: 70040\n  end_ms: 71970\n- text: He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\n  start_ms: 71970\n  end_ms: 74750\n- text: It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\n  start_ms: 74750\n  end_ms: 77590\n- text: Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\n  start_ms: 77590\n  end_ms: 80480\n- text: Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home\n  start_ms: 80480\n  end_ms: 82330\n- text: But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\n  start_ms: 82330\n  end_ms: 85160\n- text: White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\n  start_ms: 85160\n  end_ms: 87900\n- text: Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\n  start_ms: 87900\n  end_ms: 90770\n- text: Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\n  start_ms: 90770\n  end_ms: 93580\n- text: Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner\n  start_ms: 93580\n  end_ms: 95410\n- text: And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\n  start_ms: 95410\n  end_ms: 98270\n- text: Still had the forty, comin at the alley\n  start_ms: 98270\n  end_ms: 101000\n- text: Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\n  start_ms: 101000\n  end_ms: 104150\n- text: In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\n  start_ms: 104150\n  end_ms: 106340\n- text: Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on\n  start_ms: 106340\n  end_ms: 110050\n- text: That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\n  start_ms: 110050\n  end_ms: 113670\n- text: A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\n  start_ms: 113670\n  end_ms: 117470\n- text: Get your ass down! And by the way\n  start_ms: 117470\n  end_ms: 119340\n- text: Chorus\n  start_ms: 119340\n  end_ms: 129480\n- text: A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\n  start_ms: 129480\n  end_ms: 132270\n- text: Scooby Doo!\n  start_ms: 132270\n  end_ms: 133180\n- text: A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\n  start_ms: 133180\n  end_ms: 135030\n- text: Doobie doo!\n  start_ms: 135030\n  end_ms: 135930\n- text: A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\n  start_ms: 135930\n  end_ms: 136980\n- text: Scooby Doo!\n  start_ms: 136980\n  end_ms: 137860\n- text: A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n  start_ms: 137860\n  end_ms: 139720\n- text: 'Verse Three: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 139720\n  end_ms: 140670\n- text: Six rollin up and now he's really baffled\n  start_ms: 140670\n  end_ms: 142520\n- text: Brother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\n  start_ms: 142520\n  end_ms: 145460\n- text: Beat down (down) on the way to the station\n  start_ms: 145460\n  end_ms: 148110\n- text: Gaffled up from a false accusation\n  start_ms: 148110\n  end_ms: 151070\n- text: Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\n  start_ms: 151070\n  end_ms: 153940\n- text: Attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\n  start_ms: 153940\n  end_ms: 155860\n- text: Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\n  start_ms: 155860\n  end_ms: 157760\n- text: Wet ya, you know homes the picture\n  start_ms: 157760\n  end_ms: 161420\n- text: (Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\n  start_ms: 161420\n  end_ms: 164490\n- text: Broomstick up your ass\n  start_ms: 164490\n  end_ms: 165330\n- text: And by the way, you get\n  start_ms: 165330\n  end_ms: 166220\n- text: Chorus 2X\n  start_ms: 166220\n  end_ms: 186970\n- text: (Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\n  start_ms: 186970\n  end_ms: 190720\n- text: This is hell boy\n  start_ms: 190720\n  end_ms: 192530\n- text: (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! 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Spittin out buckshots\n  Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\n  Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\n  Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n\n  Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\n  A hole in your head\n  A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\n  In your head!\n  A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\n  You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\n  Huh!/In your head\n  A hole in the head, a hole in the head\n\n  Verse Two: B-Real\n\n  Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\n  See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\n  I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\n  Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin\n  Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\n  But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\n  He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\n  It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\n  Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\n  Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home\n  But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\n  White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\n  Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\n  Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\n  Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner\n  And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\n  Still had the forty, comin at the alley\n  Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\n  In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\n  Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on\n  That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\n  A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\n  Get your ass down! And by the way\n\n  Chorus\n\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\n  Scooby Doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\n  Doobie doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\n  Scooby Doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n\n  Verse Three: B-Real\n\n  Six rollin up and now he's really baffled\n  Brother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\n  Beat down (down) on the way to the station\n  Gaffled up from a false accusation\n  Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\n  Attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\n  Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\n  Wet ya, you know homes the picture\n  (Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\n  Broomstick up your ass\n  And by the way, you get\n\n  Chorus 2X\n\n  (Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\n  This is hell boy\n  (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n  (Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n  (B-Real) Can they kick it?\n  Can they kick it?\n  Yeah, can they kick it?\n  I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it\n"},{"id":29806949,"name":"Hole In the Head","trackName":"Hole In the Head","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Cypress Hill WEB","duration":214.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n(Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n\nVerse One: B-Real\n\nMadman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\nSee a gang, no there ain't no jugete\nRollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\nWho you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\nPlato, si mon, you want static\nWhen you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n(Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\nHomey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\nCause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\nInsane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n\nChorus: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\nA hole in your head\nA hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\nIn your head!\nA hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\nYou get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\nHuh!/In your head\nA hole in the head, a hole in the head\n\nVerse Two: B-Real\n\nEight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\nSee a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\nI stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\nMe and you, bruca, we should be humpin\nHoney likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\nBut there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\nHe jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\nIt's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\nBuckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\nHoney's in the back but she just wants to go home\nBut he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\nWhite boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\nPushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\nPigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\nDips out the store, one-time hits the corner\nAnd he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\nStill had the forty, comin at the alley\nSeen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\nIn the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\nWrong, hah, it's gonna be on\nThat pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\nA to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\nGet your ass down! And by the way\n\nChorus\n\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\nScooby Doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\nDoobie doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\nScooby Doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n\nVerse Three: B-Real\n\nSix rollin up and now he's really baffled\nBrother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\nBeat down (down) on the way to the station\nGaffled up from a false accusation\nOink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\nAttitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\nMade a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\nWet ya, you know homes the picture\n(Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\nBroomstick up your ass\nAnd by the way, you get\n\nChorus 2X\n\n(Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\nThis is hell boy\n(Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n(Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n(B-Real) Can they kick it?\nCan they kick it?\nYeah, can they kick it?\nI'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.21] (Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n[00:02.18] (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n[00:05.97] Verse One: B-Real\n[00:19.92] Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\n[00:22.73] See a gang, no there ain't no jugete\n[00:25.52] Rollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\n[00:28.31] Who you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\n[00:30.29] Plato, si mon, you want static\n[00:33.01] When you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n[00:35.84] (Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\n[00:37.77] Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\n[00:41.25] Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\n[00:44.02] Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n[00:46.42] Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog\n[00:47.48] A hole in your head\n[00:48.39] A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\n[00:49.20] In your head!\n[00:50.23] A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\n[00:52.06] You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\n[00:53.96] Huh!/In your head\n[00:54.99] A hole in the head, a hole in the head\n[00:56.92] Verse Two: B-Real\n[00:57.98] Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\n[00:59.88] See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\n[01:01.66] I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\n[01:04.43] Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin\n[01:07.23] Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\n[01:10.04] But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\n[01:11.97] He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\n[01:14.75] It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\n[01:17.59] Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\n[01:20.48] Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home\n[01:22.33] But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\n[01:25.16] White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\n[01:27.90] Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\n[01:30.77] Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\n[01:33.58] Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner\n[01:35.41] And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\n[01:38.27] Still had the forty, comin at the alley\n[01:41.00] Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\n[01:44.15] In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\n[01:46.34] Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on\n[01:50.05] That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\n[01:53.67] A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\n[01:57.47] Get your ass down! And by the way\n[01:59.34] Chorus\n[02:09.48] A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\n[02:12.27] Scooby Doo!\n[02:13.18] A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\n[02:15.03] Doobie doo!\n[02:15.93] A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\n[02:16.98] Scooby Doo!\n[02:17.86] A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n[02:19.72] Verse Three: B-Real\n[02:20.67] Six rollin up and now he's really baffled\n[02:22.52] Brother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\n[02:25.46] Beat down (down) on the way to the station\n[02:28.11] Gaffled up from a false accusation\n[02:31.07] Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\n[02:33.94] Attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\n[02:35.86] Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\n[02:37.76] Wet ya, you know homes the picture\n[02:41.42] (Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\n[02:44.49] Broomstick up your ass\n[02:45.33] And by the way, you get\n[02:46.22] Chorus 2X\n[03:06.97] (Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\n[03:10.72] This is hell boy\n[03:12.53] (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n[03:16.24] (Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n[03:18.13] (B-Real) Can they kick it?\n[03:19.99] Can they kick it?\n[03:22.89] Yeah, can they kick it?\n[03:26.59] I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it\n[03:31.26] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hole In the Head\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Cypress Hill WEB\n  duration_ms: 214000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n  start_ms: 210\n  end_ms: 2180\n- text: (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n  start_ms: 2180\n  end_ms: 5970\n- text: 'Verse One: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 5970\n  end_ms: 19920\n- text: Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\n  start_ms: 19920\n  end_ms: 22730\n- text: See a gang, no there ain't no jugete\n  start_ms: 22730\n  end_ms: 25520\n- text: Rollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\n  start_ms: 25520\n  end_ms: 28310\n- text: Who you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\n  start_ms: 28310\n  end_ms: 30290\n- text: Plato, si mon, you want static\n  start_ms: 30290\n  end_ms: 33010\n- text: When you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n  start_ms: 33010\n  end_ms: 35840\n- text: (Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\n  start_ms: 35840\n  end_ms: 37770\n- text: Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\n  start_ms: 37770\n  end_ms: 41250\n- text: Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\n  start_ms: 41250\n  end_ms: 44020\n- text: Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n  start_ms: 44020\n  end_ms: 46420\n- text: 'Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog'\n  start_ms: 46420\n  end_ms: 47480\n- text: A hole in your head\n  start_ms: 47480\n  end_ms: 48390\n- text: A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\n  start_ms: 48390\n  end_ms: 49200\n- text: In your head!\n  start_ms: 49200\n  end_ms: 50230\n- text: A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\n  start_ms: 50230\n  end_ms: 52060\n- text: You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\n  start_ms: 52060\n  end_ms: 53960\n- text: Huh!/In your head\n  start_ms: 53960\n  end_ms: 54990\n- text: A hole in the head, a hole in the head\n  start_ms: 54990\n  end_ms: 56920\n- text: 'Verse Two: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 56920\n  end_ms: 57980\n- text: Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\n  start_ms: 57980\n  end_ms: 59880\n- text: See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\n  start_ms: 59880\n  end_ms: 61660\n- text: I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\n  start_ms: 61660\n  end_ms: 64430\n- text: Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin\n  start_ms: 64430\n  end_ms: 67230\n- text: Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\n  start_ms: 67230\n  end_ms: 70040\n- text: But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\n  start_ms: 70040\n  end_ms: 71970\n- text: He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\n  start_ms: 71970\n  end_ms: 74750\n- text: It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\n  start_ms: 74750\n  end_ms: 77590\n- text: Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\n  start_ms: 77590\n  end_ms: 80480\n- text: Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home\n  start_ms: 80480\n  end_ms: 82330\n- text: But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\n  start_ms: 82330\n  end_ms: 85160\n- text: White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\n  start_ms: 85160\n  end_ms: 87900\n- text: Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\n  start_ms: 87900\n  end_ms: 90770\n- text: Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\n  start_ms: 90770\n  end_ms: 93580\n- text: Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner\n  start_ms: 93580\n  end_ms: 95410\n- text: And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\n  start_ms: 95410\n  end_ms: 98270\n- text: Still had the forty, comin at the alley\n  start_ms: 98270\n  end_ms: 101000\n- text: Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\n  start_ms: 101000\n  end_ms: 104150\n- text: In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\n  start_ms: 104150\n  end_ms: 106340\n- text: Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on\n  start_ms: 106340\n  end_ms: 110050\n- text: That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\n  start_ms: 110050\n  end_ms: 113670\n- text: A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\n  start_ms: 113670\n  end_ms: 117470\n- text: Get your ass down! And by the way\n  start_ms: 117470\n  end_ms: 119340\n- text: Chorus\n  start_ms: 119340\n  end_ms: 129480\n- text: A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\n  start_ms: 129480\n  end_ms: 132270\n- text: Scooby Doo!\n  start_ms: 132270\n  end_ms: 133180\n- text: A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\n  start_ms: 133180\n  end_ms: 135030\n- text: Doobie doo!\n  start_ms: 135030\n  end_ms: 135930\n- text: A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\n  start_ms: 135930\n  end_ms: 136980\n- text: Scooby Doo!\n  start_ms: 136980\n  end_ms: 137860\n- text: A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n  start_ms: 137860\n  end_ms: 139720\n- text: 'Verse Three: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 139720\n  end_ms: 140670\n- text: Six rollin up and now he's really baffled\n  start_ms: 140670\n  end_ms: 142520\n- text: Brother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\n  start_ms: 142520\n  end_ms: 145460\n- text: Beat down (down) on the way to the station\n  start_ms: 145460\n  end_ms: 148110\n- text: Gaffled up from a false accusation\n  start_ms: 148110\n  end_ms: 151070\n- text: Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\n  start_ms: 151070\n  end_ms: 153940\n- text: Attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\n  start_ms: 153940\n  end_ms: 155860\n- text: Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\n  start_ms: 155860\n  end_ms: 157760\n- text: Wet ya, you know homes the picture\n  start_ms: 157760\n  end_ms: 161420\n- text: (Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\n  start_ms: 161420\n  end_ms: 164490\n- text: Broomstick up your ass\n  start_ms: 164490\n  end_ms: 165330\n- text: And by the way, you get\n  start_ms: 165330\n  end_ms: 166220\n- text: Chorus 2X\n  start_ms: 166220\n  end_ms: 186970\n- text: (Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\n  start_ms: 186970\n  end_ms: 190720\n- text: This is hell boy\n  start_ms: 190720\n  end_ms: 192530\n- text: (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! 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Spittin out buckshots\n  Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\n  Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\n  Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n\n  Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\n  A hole in your head\n  A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\n  In your head!\n  A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\n  You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\n  Huh!/In your head\n  A hole in the head, a hole in the head\n\n  Verse Two: B-Real\n\n  Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\n  See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\n  I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\n  Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin\n  Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\n  But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\n  He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\n  It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\n  Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\n  Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home\n  But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\n  White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\n  Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\n  Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\n  Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner\n  And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\n  Still had the forty, comin at the alley\n  Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\n  In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\n  Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on\n  That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\n  A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\n  Get your ass down! And by the way\n\n  Chorus\n\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\n  Scooby Doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\n  Doobie doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\n  Scooby Doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n\n  Verse Three: B-Real\n\n  Six rollin up and now he's really baffled\n  Brother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\n  Beat down (down) on the way to the station\n  Gaffled up from a false accusation\n  Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\n  Attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\n  Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\n  Wet ya, you know homes the picture\n  (Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\n  Broomstick up your ass\n  And by the way, you get\n\n  Chorus 2X\n\n  (Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\n  This is hell boy\n  (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n  (Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n  (B-Real) Can they kick it?\n  Can they kick it?\n  Yeah, can they kick it?\n  I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it\n"},{"id":12359460,"name":"hole in the head","trackName":"hole in the head","artistName":"cypress hill","albumName":"cypress hill [vinyl]","duration":214.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n(Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n\nVerse One: B-Real\n\nMadman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\nSee a gang, no there ain't no jugete\nRollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\nWho you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\nPlato, si mon, you want static\nWhen you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n(Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\nHomey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\nCause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\nInsane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n\nChorus: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\nA hole in your head\nA hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\nIn your head!\nA hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\nYou get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\nHuh!/In your head\nA hole in the head, a hole in the head\n\nVerse Two: B-Real\n\nEight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\nSee a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\nI stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\nMe and you, bruca, we should be humpin\nHoney likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\nBut there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\nHe jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\nIt's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\nBuckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\nHoney's in the back but she just wants to go home\nBut he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\nWhite boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\nPushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\nPigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\nDips out the store, one-time hits the corner\nAnd he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\nStill had the forty, comin at the alley\nSeen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\nIn the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\nWrong, hah, it's gonna be on\nThat pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\nA to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\nGet your ass down! And by the way\n\nChorus\n\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\nScooby Doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\nDoobie doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\nScooby Doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n\nVerse Three: B-Real\n\nSix rollin up and now he's really baffled\nBrother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\nBeat down (down) on the way to the station\nGaffled up from a false accusation\nOink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\nattitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\nMade a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\nWet ya, you know homes the picture\n(Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\nBroomstick up your ass\nAnd by the way, you get\n\nChorus 2X\n\n(Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\nThis is hell boy\n(Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n(Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n(B-Real) Can they kick it?\nCan they kick it?\nYeah, can they kick it?\nI'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.28] (Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n[00:02.13] (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n[00:05.98] Verse One: B-Real\n[00:19.91] Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\n[00:22.74] See a gang, no there ain't no jugete\n[00:25.52] Rollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\n[00:28.31] Who you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\n[00:30.26] Plato, si mon, you want static\n[00:33.06] When you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n[00:35.86] (Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\n[00:37.71] Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\n[00:41.27] Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\n[00:44.02] Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n[00:46.49] Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog\n[00:47.43] A hole in your head\n[00:48.32] A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\n[00:49.27] In your head!\n[00:50.29] A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\n[00:52.00] You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\n[00:53.91] Huh!/In your head\n[00:54.92] A hole in the head, a hole in the head\n[00:56.92] Verse Two: B-Real\n[00:57.90] Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\n[00:59.89] See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\n[01:01.66] I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\n[01:04.46] Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin\n[01:07.24] Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\n[01:10.01] But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\n[01:11.97] He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\n[01:14.71] It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\n[01:17.52] Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\n[01:20.44] Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home\n[01:22.34] But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\n[01:25.11] White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\n[01:27.95] Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\n[01:30.78] Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\n[01:33.53] Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner\n[01:35.46] And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\n[01:38.25] Still had the forty, comin at the alley\n[01:41.09] Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\n[01:44.12] In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\n[01:46.36] Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on\n[01:50.07] That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\n[01:53.65] A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\n[01:57.46] Get your ass down! And by the way\n[01:59.30] Chorus\n[02:09.48] A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\n[02:12.23] Scooby Doo!\n[02:13.10] A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\n[02:15.07] Doobie doo!\n[02:15.95] A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\n[02:16.92] Scooby Doo!\n[02:17.80] A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n[02:19.75] Verse Three: B-Real\n[02:20.61] Six rollin up and now he's really baffled\n[02:22.57] Brother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\n[02:25.41] Beat down (down) on the way to the station\n[02:28.17] Gaffled up from a false accusation\n[02:31.08] Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\n[02:34.00] attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\n[02:35.87] Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\n[02:37.70] Wet ya, you know homes the picture\n[02:41.44] (Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\n[02:44.41] Broomstick up your ass\n[02:45.31] And by the way, you get\n[02:46.28] Chorus 2X\n[03:06.90] (Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\n[03:10.75] This is hell boy\n[03:12.55] (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! 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Spittin out buckshots\n  start_ms: 35860\n  end_ms: 37710\n- text: Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\n  start_ms: 37710\n  end_ms: 41270\n- text: Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\n  start_ms: 41270\n  end_ms: 44020\n- text: Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n  start_ms: 44020\n  end_ms: 46490\n- text: 'Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog'\n  start_ms: 46490\n  end_ms: 47430\n- text: A hole in your head\n  start_ms: 47430\n  end_ms: 48320\n- text: A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\n  start_ms: 48320\n  end_ms: 49270\n- text: In your head!\n  start_ms: 49270\n  end_ms: 50290\n- text: A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\n  start_ms: 50290\n  end_ms: 52000\n- text: You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\n  start_ms: 52000\n  end_ms: 53910\n- text: Huh!/In your head\n  start_ms: 53910\n  end_ms: 54920\n- text: A hole in the head, a hole in the head\n  start_ms: 54920\n  end_ms: 56920\n- text: 'Verse Two: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 56920\n  end_ms: 57900\n- text: Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\n  start_ms: 57900\n  end_ms: 59890\n- text: See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\n  start_ms: 59890\n  end_ms: 61660\n- text: I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\n  start_ms: 61660\n  end_ms: 64460\n- text: Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin\n  start_ms: 64460\n  end_ms: 67240\n- text: Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\n  start_ms: 67240\n  end_ms: 70010\n- text: But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\n  start_ms: 70010\n  end_ms: 71970\n- text: He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\n  start_ms: 71970\n  end_ms: 74710\n- text: It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\n  start_ms: 74710\n  end_ms: 77520\n- text: Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\n  start_ms: 77520\n  end_ms: 80440\n- text: Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home\n  start_ms: 80440\n  end_ms: 82340\n- text: But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\n  start_ms: 82340\n  end_ms: 85110\n- text: White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\n  start_ms: 85110\n  end_ms: 87950\n- text: Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\n  start_ms: 87950\n  end_ms: 90780\n- text: Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\n  start_ms: 90780\n  end_ms: 93530\n- text: Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner\n  start_ms: 93530\n  end_ms: 95460\n- text: And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\n  start_ms: 95460\n  end_ms: 98250\n- text: Still had the forty, comin at the alley\n  start_ms: 98250\n  end_ms: 101090\n- text: Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\n  start_ms: 101090\n  end_ms: 104120\n- text: In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\n  start_ms: 104120\n  end_ms: 106360\n- text: Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on\n  start_ms: 106360\n  end_ms: 110070\n- text: That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\n  start_ms: 110070\n  end_ms: 113650\n- text: A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\n  start_ms: 113650\n  end_ms: 117460\n- text: Get your ass down! And by the way\n  start_ms: 117460\n  end_ms: 119300\n- text: Chorus\n  start_ms: 119300\n  end_ms: 129480\n- text: A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\n  start_ms: 129480\n  end_ms: 132230\n- text: Scooby Doo!\n  start_ms: 132230\n  end_ms: 133100\n- text: A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\n  start_ms: 133100\n  end_ms: 135070\n- text: Doobie doo!\n  start_ms: 135070\n  end_ms: 135950\n- text: A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\n  start_ms: 135950\n  end_ms: 136920\n- text: Scooby Doo!\n  start_ms: 136920\n  end_ms: 137800\n- text: A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n  start_ms: 137800\n  end_ms: 139750\n- text: 'Verse Three: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 139750\n  end_ms: 140610\n- text: Six rollin up and now he's really baffled\n  start_ms: 140610\n  end_ms: 142570\n- text: Brother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\n  start_ms: 142570\n  end_ms: 145410\n- text: Beat down (down) on the way to the station\n  start_ms: 145410\n  end_ms: 148170\n- text: Gaffled up from a false accusation\n  start_ms: 148170\n  end_ms: 151080\n- text: Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\n  start_ms: 151080\n  end_ms: 154000\n- text: attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\n  start_ms: 154000\n  end_ms: 155870\n- text: Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\n  start_ms: 155870\n  end_ms: 157700\n- text: Wet ya, you know homes the picture\n  start_ms: 157700\n  end_ms: 161440\n- text: (Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\n  start_ms: 161440\n  end_ms: 164410\n- text: Broomstick up your ass\n  start_ms: 164410\n  end_ms: 165310\n- text: And by the way, you get\n  start_ms: 165310\n  end_ms: 166280\n- text: Chorus 2X\n  start_ms: 166280\n  end_ms: 186900\n- text: (Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\n  start_ms: 186900\n  end_ms: 190750\n- text: This is hell boy\n  start_ms: 190750\n  end_ms: 192550\n- text: (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n  start_ms: 192550\n  end_ms: 196250\n- text: (Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n  start_ms: 196250\n  end_ms: 198150\n- text: (B-Real) Can they kick it?\n  start_ms: 198150\n  end_ms: 199980\n- text: Can they kick it?\n  start_ms: 199980\n  end_ms: 202820\n- text: Yeah, can they kick it?\n  start_ms: 202820\n  end_ms: 206520\n- text: I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it\n  start_ms: 206520\n  end_ms: 211230\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 211230\nplain: |-\n  (Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n  (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n\n  Verse One: B-Real\n\n  Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\n  See a gang, no there ain't no jugete\n  Rollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\n  Who you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\n  Plato, si mon, you want static\n  When you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n  (Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\n  Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\n  Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\n  Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n\n  Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\n  A hole in your head\n  A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\n  In your head!\n  A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\n  You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\n  Huh!/In your head\n  A hole in the head, a hole in the head\n\n  Verse Two: B-Real\n\n  Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\n  See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\n  I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\n  Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin\n  Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\n  But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\n  He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\n  It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\n  Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\n  Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home\n  But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\n  White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\n  Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\n  Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\n  Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner\n  And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\n  Still had the forty, comin at the alley\n  Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\n  In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\n  Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on\n  That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\n  A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\n  Get your ass down! And by the way\n\n  Chorus\n\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\n  Scooby Doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\n  Doobie doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\n  Scooby Doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n\n  Verse Three: B-Real\n\n  Six rollin up and now he's really baffled\n  Brother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\n  Beat down (down) on the way to the station\n  Gaffled up from a false accusation\n  Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\n  attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\n  Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\n  Wet ya, you know homes the picture\n  (Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\n  Broomstick up your ass\n  And by the way, you get\n\n  Chorus 2X\n\n  (Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\n  This is hell boy\n  (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n  (Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n  (B-Real) Can they kick it?\n  Can they kick it?\n  Yeah, can they kick it?\n  I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it\n"},{"id":39512211,"name":"Hole In The Head","trackName":"Hole In The Head","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"(1991) Cypress Hill","duration":213.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n(Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n\nVerse One: B-Real\n\nMadman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\nSee a gang, no there ain't no jugete\nRollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\nWho you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\nPlato, si mon, you want static\nWhen you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n(Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\nHomey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\nCause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\nInsane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n\nChorus: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\nA hole in your head\nA hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\nIn your head!\nA hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\nYou get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\nHuh!/In your head\nA hole in the head, a hole in the head\n\nVerse Two: B-Real\n\nEight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\nSee a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\nI stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\nMe and you, bruca, we should be humpin\nHoney likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\nBut there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\nHe jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\nIt's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\nBuckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\nHoney's in the back but she just wants to go home\nBut he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\nWhite boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\nPushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\nPigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\nDips out the store, one-time hits the corner\nAnd he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\nStill had the forty, comin at the alley\nSeen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\nIn the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\nWrong, hah, it's gonna be on\nThat pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\nA to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\nGet your ass down! And by the way\n\nChorus\n\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\nScooby Doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\nDoobie doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\nScooby Doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n\nVerse Three: B-Real\n\nSix rollin up and now he's really baffled\nBrother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\nBeat down (down) on the way to the station\nGaffled up from a false accusation\nOink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\nAttitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\nMade a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\nWet ya, you know homes the picture\n(Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\nBroomstick up your ass\nAnd by the way, you get\n\nChorus 2X\n\n(Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\nThis is hell boy\n(Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n(Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n(B-Real) Can they kick it?\nCan they kick it?\nYeah, can they kick it?\nI'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.21](Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n[00:02.18](Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n[00:05.97]Verse One: B-Real\n[00:19.92]Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\n[00:22.73]See a gang, no there ain't no jugete\n[00:25.52]Rollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\n[00:28.31]Who you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\n[00:30.29]Plato, si mon, you want static\n[00:33.01]When you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n[00:35.84](Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\n[00:37.77]Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\n[00:41.25]Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\n[00:44.02]Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n[00:46.42]Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog\n[00:47.48]A hole in your head\n[00:48.39]A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\n[00:49.20]In your head!\n[00:50.23]A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\n[00:52.06]You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\n[00:53.96]Huh!/In your head\n[00:54.99]A hole in the head, a hole in the head\n[00:56.92]Verse Two: B-Real\n[00:57.98]Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\n[00:59.88]See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\n[01:01.66]I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\n[01:04.43]Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin\n[01:07.23]Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\n[01:10.04]But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\n[01:11.97]He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\n[01:14.75]It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\n[01:17.59]Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\n[01:20.48]Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home\n[01:22.33]But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\n[01:25.16]White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\n[01:27.90]Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\n[01:30.77]Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\n[01:33.58]Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner\n[01:35.41]And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\n[01:38.27]Still had the forty, comin at the alley\n[01:41.00]Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\n[01:44.15]In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\n[01:46.34]Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on\n[01:50.05]That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\n[01:53.67]A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\n[01:57.47]Get your ass down! And by the way\n[01:59.34]Chorus\n[02:09.48]A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\n[02:12.27]Scooby Doo!\n[02:13.18]A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\n[02:15.03]Doobie doo!\n[02:15.93]A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\n[02:16.98]Scooby Doo!\n[02:17.86]A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n[02:19.72]Verse Three: B-Real\n[02:20.67]Six rollin up and now he's really baffled\n[02:22.52]Brother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\n[02:25.46]Beat down (down) on the way to the station\n[02:28.11]Gaffled up from a false accusation\n[02:31.07]Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\n[02:33.94]Attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\n[02:35.86]Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\n[02:37.76]Wet ya, you know homes the picture\n[02:41.42](Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\n[02:44.49]Broomstick up your ass\n[02:45.33]And by the way, you get\n[02:46.22]Chorus 2X\n[03:06.97](Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\n[03:10.72]This is hell boy\n[03:12.53](Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n[03:16.24](Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n[03:18.13](B-Real) Can they kick it?\n[03:19.99]Can they kick it?\n[03:22.89]Yeah, can they kick it?\n[03:26.59]I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it\n[03:31.26]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hole In The Head\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: (1991) Cypress Hill\n  duration_ms: 213480\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n  start_ms: 210\n  end_ms: 2180\n- text: (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n  start_ms: 2180\n  end_ms: 5970\n- text: 'Verse One: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 5970\n  end_ms: 19920\n- text: Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\n  start_ms: 19920\n  end_ms: 22730\n- text: See a gang, no there ain't no jugete\n  start_ms: 22730\n  end_ms: 25520\n- text: Rollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\n  start_ms: 25520\n  end_ms: 28310\n- text: Who you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\n  start_ms: 28310\n  end_ms: 30290\n- text: Plato, si mon, you want static\n  start_ms: 30290\n  end_ms: 33010\n- text: When you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n  start_ms: 33010\n  end_ms: 35840\n- text: (Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\n  start_ms: 35840\n  end_ms: 37770\n- text: Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\n  start_ms: 37770\n  end_ms: 41250\n- text: Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\n  start_ms: 41250\n  end_ms: 44020\n- text: Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n  start_ms: 44020\n  end_ms: 46420\n- text: 'Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog'\n  start_ms: 46420\n  end_ms: 47480\n- text: A hole in your head\n  start_ms: 47480\n  end_ms: 48390\n- text: A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\n  start_ms: 48390\n  end_ms: 49200\n- text: In your head!\n  start_ms: 49200\n  end_ms: 50230\n- text: A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\n  start_ms: 50230\n  end_ms: 52060\n- text: You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\n  start_ms: 52060\n  end_ms: 53960\n- text: Huh!/In your head\n  start_ms: 53960\n  end_ms: 54990\n- text: A hole in the head, a hole in the head\n  start_ms: 54990\n  end_ms: 56920\n- text: 'Verse Two: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 56920\n  end_ms: 57980\n- text: Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\n  start_ms: 57980\n  end_ms: 59880\n- text: See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\n  start_ms: 59880\n  end_ms: 61660\n- text: I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\n  start_ms: 61660\n  end_ms: 64430\n- text: Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin\n  start_ms: 64430\n  end_ms: 67230\n- text: Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\n  start_ms: 67230\n  end_ms: 70040\n- text: But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\n  start_ms: 70040\n  end_ms: 71970\n- text: He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\n  start_ms: 71970\n  end_ms: 74750\n- text: It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\n  start_ms: 74750\n  end_ms: 77590\n- text: Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\n  start_ms: 77590\n  end_ms: 80480\n- text: Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home\n  start_ms: 80480\n  end_ms: 82330\n- text: But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\n  start_ms: 82330\n  end_ms: 85160\n- text: White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\n  start_ms: 85160\n  end_ms: 87900\n- text: Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\n  start_ms: 87900\n  end_ms: 90770\n- text: Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\n  start_ms: 90770\n  end_ms: 93580\n- text: Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner\n  start_ms: 93580\n  end_ms: 95410\n- text: And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\n  start_ms: 95410\n  end_ms: 98270\n- text: Still had the forty, comin at the alley\n  start_ms: 98270\n  end_ms: 101000\n- text: Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\n  start_ms: 101000\n  end_ms: 104150\n- text: In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\n  start_ms: 104150\n  end_ms: 106340\n- text: Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on\n  start_ms: 106340\n  end_ms: 110050\n- text: That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\n  start_ms: 110050\n  end_ms: 113670\n- text: A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\n  start_ms: 113670\n  end_ms: 117470\n- text: Get your ass down! 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Spittin out buckshots\n  Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\n  Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\n  Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n\n  Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\n  A hole in your head\n  A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\n  In your head!\n  A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\n  You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\n  Huh!/In your head\n  A hole in the head, a hole in the head\n\n  Verse Two: B-Real\n\n  Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\n  See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\n  I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\n  Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin\n  Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\n  But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\n  He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\n  It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\n  Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\n  Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home\n  But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\n  White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\n  Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\n  Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\n  Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner\n  And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\n  Still had the forty, comin at the alley\n  Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\n  In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\n  Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on\n  That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\n  A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\n  Get your ass down! And by the way\n\n  Chorus\n\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\n  Scooby Doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\n  Doobie doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\n  Scooby Doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n\n  Verse Three: B-Real\n\n  Six rollin up and now he's really baffled\n  Brother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\n  Beat down (down) on the way to the station\n  Gaffled up from a false accusation\n  Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\n  Attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\n  Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\n  Wet ya, you know homes the picture\n  (Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\n  Broomstick up your ass\n  And by the way, you get\n\n  Chorus 2X\n\n  (Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\n  This is hell boy\n  (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n  (Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n  (B-Real) Can they kick it?\n  Can they kick it?\n  Yeah, can they kick it?\n  I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it\n"},{"id":36688967,"name":"Hole in the Head (instrumental)","trackName":"Hole in the Head (instrumental)","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Cypress Hill (Instrumentals)","duration":212.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n(Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n\nVerse One: B-Real\n\nMadman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\nSee a gang, no there ain't no jugete\nRollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\nWho you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\nPlato, si mon, you want static\nWhen you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n(Boo-yaa!) 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(You know whassup Sen)\nGet your ass down! And by the way\n\nChorus\n\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\nScooby Doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\nDoobie doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\nScooby Doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n\nVerse Three: B-Real\n\nSix rollin up and now he's really baffled\nBrother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\nBeat down (down) on the way to the station\nGaffled up from a false accusation\nOink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\nattitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\nMade a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\nWet ya, you know homes the picture\n(Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\nBroomstick up your ass\nAnd by the way, you get\n\nChorus 2X\n\n(Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\nThis is hell boy\n(Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n(Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n(B-Real) Can they kick it?\nCan they kick it?\nYeah, can they kick it?\nI'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hole in the Head (instrumental)\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Cypress Hill (Instrumentals)\n  duration_ms: 212000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n  (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n\n  Verse One: B-Real\n\n  Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\n  See a gang, no there ain't no jugete\n  Rollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\n  Who you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\n  Plato, si mon, you want static\n  When you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n  (Boo-yaa!) 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(You know whassup Sen)\n  Get your ass down! And by the way\n\n  Chorus\n\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\n  Scooby Doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\n  Doobie doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\n  Scooby Doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n\n  Verse Three: B-Real\n\n  Six rollin up and now he's really baffled\n  Brother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\n  Beat down (down) on the way to the station\n  Gaffled up from a false accusation\n  Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\n  attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\n  Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\n  Wet ya, you know homes the picture\n  (Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\n  Broomstick up your ass\n  And by the way, you get\n\n  Chorus 2X\n\n  (Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\n  This is hell boy\n  (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! 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(You know whassup Sen)\nGet your ass down! And by the way\n\nChorus\n\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\nScooby Doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\nDoobie doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\nScooby Doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n\nVerse Three: B-Real\n\nSix rollin up and now he's really baffled\nBrother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\nBeat down (down) on the way to the station\nGaffled up from a false accusation\nOink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\nAttitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\nMade a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\nWet ya, you know homes the picture\n(Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\nBroomstick up your ass\nAnd by the way, you get\n\nChorus 2X\n\n(Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\nThis is hell boy\n(Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n(Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n(B-Real) Can they kick it?\nCan they kick it?\nYeah, can they kick it?\nI'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.28] (Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n[00:02.13] (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n[00:05.98] Verse One: B-Real\n[00:19.91] Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\n[00:22.74] See a gang, no there ain't no jugete\n[00:25.52] Rollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\n[00:28.31] Who you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\n[00:30.26] Plato, si mon, you want static\n[00:33.06] When you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n[00:35.86] (Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\n[00:37.71] Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\n[00:41.27] Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\n[00:44.02] Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n[00:46.49] Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog\n[00:47.43] A hole in your head\n[00:48.32] A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\n[00:49.27] In your head!\n[00:50.29] A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\n[00:52.00] You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\n[00:53.91] Huh!/In your head\n[00:54.92] A hole in the head, a hole in the head\n[00:56.92] Verse Two: B-Real\n[00:57.90] Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\n[00:59.89] See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\n[01:01.66] I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\n[01:04.46] Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin\n[01:07.24] Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\n[01:10.01] But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\n[01:11.97] He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\n[01:14.71] It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\n[01:17.52] Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\n[01:20.44] Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home\n[01:22.34] But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\n[01:25.11] White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\n[01:27.95] Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\n[01:30.78] Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\n[01:33.53] Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner\n[01:35.46] And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\n[01:38.25] Still had the forty, comin at the alley\n[01:41.09] Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\n[01:44.12] In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\n[01:46.36] Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on\n[01:50.07] That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\n[01:53.65] A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\n[01:57.46] Get your ass down! And by the way\n[01:59.30] Chorus\n[02:09.48] A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\n[02:12.23] Scooby Doo!\n[02:13.10] A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\n[02:15.07] Doobie doo!\n[02:15.95] A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\n[02:16.92] Scooby Doo!\n[02:17.80] A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n[02:19.75] Verse Three: B-Real\n[02:20.61] Six rollin up and now he's really baffled\n[02:22.57] Brother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\n[02:25.41] Beat down (down) on the way to the station\n[02:28.17] Gaffled up from a false accusation\n[02:31.08] Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\n[02:34.00] Attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\n[02:35.87] Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\n[02:37.70] Wet ya, you know homes the picture\n[02:41.44] (Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\n[02:44.41] Broomstick up your ass\n[02:45.31] And by the way, you get\n[02:46.28] Chorus 2X\n[03:06.90] (Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\n[03:10.75] This is hell boy\n[03:12.55] (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n[03:16.25] (Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n[03:18.15] (B-Real) Can they kick it?\n[03:19.98] Can they kick it?\n[03:22.82] Yeah, can they kick it?\n[03:26.52] I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it\n[03:31.23] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hole In the Head\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Cypress Hill (Expanded Edition)\n  duration_ms: 214000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n  start_ms: 280\n  end_ms: 2130\n- text: (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n  start_ms: 2130\n  end_ms: 5980\n- text: 'Verse One: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 5980\n  end_ms: 19910\n- text: Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\n  start_ms: 19910\n  end_ms: 22740\n- text: See a gang, no there ain't no jugete\n  start_ms: 22740\n  end_ms: 25520\n- text: Rollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\n  start_ms: 25520\n  end_ms: 28310\n- text: Who you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\n  start_ms: 28310\n  end_ms: 30260\n- text: Plato, si mon, you want static\n  start_ms: 30260\n  end_ms: 33060\n- text: When you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n  start_ms: 33060\n  end_ms: 35860\n- text: (Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\n  start_ms: 35860\n  end_ms: 37710\n- text: Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\n  start_ms: 37710\n  end_ms: 41270\n- text: Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\n  start_ms: 41270\n  end_ms: 44020\n- text: Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n  start_ms: 44020\n  end_ms: 46490\n- text: 'Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog'\n  start_ms: 46490\n  end_ms: 47430\n- text: A hole in your head\n  start_ms: 47430\n  end_ms: 48320\n- text: A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\n  start_ms: 48320\n  end_ms: 49270\n- text: In your head!\n  start_ms: 49270\n  end_ms: 50290\n- text: A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\n  start_ms: 50290\n  end_ms: 52000\n- text: You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\n  start_ms: 52000\n  end_ms: 53910\n- text: Huh!/In your head\n  start_ms: 53910\n  end_ms: 54920\n- text: A hole in the head, a hole in the head\n  start_ms: 54920\n  end_ms: 56920\n- text: 'Verse Two: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 56920\n  end_ms: 57900\n- text: Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\n  start_ms: 57900\n  end_ms: 59890\n- text: See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\n  start_ms: 59890\n  end_ms: 61660\n- text: I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\n  start_ms: 61660\n  end_ms: 64460\n- text: Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin\n  start_ms: 64460\n  end_ms: 67240\n- text: Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\n  start_ms: 67240\n  end_ms: 70010\n- text: But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\n  start_ms: 70010\n  end_ms: 71970\n- text: He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\n  start_ms: 71970\n  end_ms: 74710\n- text: It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\n  start_ms: 74710\n  end_ms: 77520\n- text: Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\n  start_ms: 77520\n  end_ms: 80440\n- text: Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home\n  start_ms: 80440\n  end_ms: 82340\n- text: But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\n  start_ms: 82340\n  end_ms: 85110\n- text: White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\n  start_ms: 85110\n  end_ms: 87950\n- text: Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\n  start_ms: 87950\n  end_ms: 90780\n- text: Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\n  start_ms: 90780\n  end_ms: 93530\n- text: Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner\n  start_ms: 93530\n  end_ms: 95460\n- text: And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\n  start_ms: 95460\n  end_ms: 98250\n- text: Still had the forty, comin at the alley\n  start_ms: 98250\n  end_ms: 101090\n- text: Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\n  start_ms: 101090\n  end_ms: 104120\n- text: In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\n  start_ms: 104120\n  end_ms: 106360\n- text: Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on\n  start_ms: 106360\n  end_ms: 110070\n- text: That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\n  start_ms: 110070\n  end_ms: 113650\n- text: A to the motherfuckin K! 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Spittin out buckshots\n  Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\n  Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\n  Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n\n  Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\n  A hole in your head\n  A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\n  In your head!\n  A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\n  You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\n  Huh!/In your head\n  A hole in the head, a hole in the head\n\n  Verse Two: B-Real\n\n  Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\n  See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\n  I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\n  Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin\n  Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\n  But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\n  He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\n  It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\n  Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\n  Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home\n  But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\n  White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\n  Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\n  Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\n  Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner\n  And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\n  Still had the forty, comin at the alley\n  Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\n  In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\n  Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on\n  That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\n  A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\n  Get your ass down! And by the way\n\n  Chorus\n\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\n  Scooby Doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\n  Doobie doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\n  Scooby Doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n\n  Verse Three: B-Real\n\n  Six rollin up and now he's really baffled\n  Brother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\n  Beat down (down) on the way to the station\n  Gaffled up from a false accusation\n  Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\n  Attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\n  Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\n  Wet ya, you know homes the picture\n  (Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\n  Broomstick up your ass\n  And by the way, you get\n\n  Chorus 2X\n\n  (Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\n  This is hell boy\n  (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n  (Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n  (B-Real) Can they kick it?\n  Can they kick it?\n  Yeah, can they kick it?\n  I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it\n"},{"id":16957975,"name":"Hole in the Head","trackName":"Hole in the Head","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Cypress Hill (2008-Remaster)","duration":213.293333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n(Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n\nVerse One: B-Real\n\nMadman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\nSee a gang, no there ain't no jugete\nRollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\nWho you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\nPlato, si mon, you want static\nWhen you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n(Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\nHomey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\nCause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\nInsane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n\nChorus: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\nA hole in your head\nA hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\nIn your head!\nA hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\nYou get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\nHuh!/In your head\nA hole in the head, a hole in the head\n\nVerse Two: B-Real\n\nEight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\nSee a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\nI stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\nMe and you, bruca, we should be humpin\nHoney likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\nBut there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\nHe jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\nIt's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\nBuckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\nHoney's in the back but she just wants to go home\nBut he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\nWhite boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\nPushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\nPigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\nDips out the store, one-time hits the corner\nAnd he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\nStill had the forty, comin at the alley\nSeen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\nIn the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\nWrong, hah, it's gonna be on\nThat pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\nA to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\nGet your ass down! And by the way\n\nChorus\n\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\nScooby Doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\nDoobie doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\nScooby Doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n\nVerse Three: B-Real\n\nSix rollin up and now he's really baffled\nBrother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\nBeat down (down) on the way to the station\nGaffled up from a false accusation\nOink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\nattitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\nMade a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\nWet ya, you know homes the picture\n(Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\nBroomstick up your ass\nAnd by the way, you get\n\nChorus 2X\n\n(Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\nThis is hell boy\n(Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n(Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n(B-Real) Can they kick it?\nCan they kick it?\nYeah, can they kick it?\nI'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.28] (Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n[00:02.13] (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n[00:05.98] Verse One: B-Real\n[00:19.91] Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\n[00:22.74] See a gang, no there ain't no jugete\n[00:25.52] Rollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\n[00:28.31] Who you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\n[00:30.26] Plato, si mon, you want static\n[00:33.06] When you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n[00:35.86] (Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\n[00:37.71] Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\n[00:41.27] Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\n[00:44.02] Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n[00:46.49] Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog\n[00:47.43] A hole in your head\n[00:48.32] A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\n[00:49.27] In your head!\n[00:50.29] A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\n[00:52.00] You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\n[00:53.91] Huh!/In your head\n[00:54.92] A hole in the head, a hole in the head\n[00:56.92] Verse Two: B-Real\n[00:57.90] Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\n[00:59.89] See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\n[01:01.66] I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\n[01:04.46] Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin\n[01:07.24] Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\n[01:10.01] But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\n[01:11.97] He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\n[01:14.71] It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\n[01:17.52] Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\n[01:20.44] Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home\n[01:22.34] But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\n[01:25.11] White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\n[01:27.95] Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\n[01:30.78] Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\n[01:33.53] Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner\n[01:35.46] And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\n[01:38.25] Still had the forty, comin at the alley\n[01:41.09] Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\n[01:44.12] In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\n[01:46.36] Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on\n[01:50.07] That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\n[01:53.65] A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\n[01:57.46] Get your ass down! And by the way\n[01:59.30] Chorus\n[02:09.48] A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\n[02:12.23] Scooby Doo!\n[02:13.10] A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\n[02:15.07] Doobie doo!\n[02:15.95] A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\n[02:16.92] Scooby Doo!\n[02:17.80] A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n[02:19.75] Verse Three: B-Real\n[02:20.61] Six rollin up and now he's really baffled\n[02:22.57] Brother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\n[02:25.41] Beat down (down) on the way to the station\n[02:28.17] Gaffled up from a false accusation\n[02:31.08] Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\n[02:34.00] attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\n[02:35.87] Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\n[02:37.70] Wet ya, you know homes the picture\n[02:41.44] (Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\n[02:44.41] Broomstick up your ass\n[02:45.31] And by the way, you get\n[02:46.28] Chorus 2X\n[03:06.90] (Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\n[03:10.75] This is hell boy\n[03:12.55] (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n[03:16.25] (Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n[03:18.15] (B-Real) Can they kick it?\n[03:19.98] Can they kick it?\n[03:22.82] Yeah, can they kick it?\n[03:26.52] I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it\n[03:31.23] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hole in the Head\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Cypress Hill (2008-Remaster)\n  duration_ms: 213293\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n  start_ms: 280\n  end_ms: 2130\n- text: (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n  start_ms: 2130\n  end_ms: 5980\n- text: 'Verse One: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 5980\n  end_ms: 19910\n- text: Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\n  start_ms: 19910\n  end_ms: 22740\n- text: See a gang, no there ain't no jugete\n  start_ms: 22740\n  end_ms: 25520\n- text: Rollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\n  start_ms: 25520\n  end_ms: 28310\n- text: Who you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\n  start_ms: 28310\n  end_ms: 30260\n- text: Plato, si mon, you want static\n  start_ms: 30260\n  end_ms: 33060\n- text: When you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n  start_ms: 33060\n  end_ms: 35860\n- text: (Boo-yaa!) 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Spittin out buckshots\n  Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\n  Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\n  Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n\n  Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\n  A hole in your head\n  A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\n  In your head!\n  A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\n  You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\n  Huh!/In your head\n  A hole in the head, a hole in the head\n\n  Verse Two: B-Real\n\n  Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\n  See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\n  I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\n  Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin\n  Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\n  But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\n  He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\n  It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\n  Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\n  Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home\n  But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\n  White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\n  Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\n  Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\n  Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner\n  And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\n  Still had the forty, comin at the alley\n  Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\n  In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\n  Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on\n  That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\n  A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\n  Get your ass down! And by the way\n\n  Chorus\n\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\n  Scooby Doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\n  Doobie doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\n  Scooby Doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n\n  Verse Three: B-Real\n\n  Six rollin up and now he's really baffled\n  Brother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\n  Beat down (down) on the way to the station\n  Gaffled up from a false accusation\n  Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\n  attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\n  Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\n  Wet ya, you know homes the picture\n  (Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\n  Broomstick up your ass\n  And by the way, you get\n\n  Chorus 2X\n\n  (Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\n  This is hell boy\n  (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n  (Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n  (B-Real) Can they kick it?\n  Can they kick it?\n  Yeah, can they kick it?\n  I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it\n"},{"id":32014988,"name":"Hole In The Head","trackName":"Hole In The Head","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Cypress Hill (2021 Expanded Edition)","duration":213.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n(Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n\nVerse One: B-Real\n\nMadman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\nSee a gang, no there ain't no jugete\nRollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\nWho you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\nPlato, si mon, you want static\nWhen you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n(Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\nHomey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\nCause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\nInsane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n\nChorus: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\nA hole in your head\nA hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\nIn your head!\nA hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\nYou get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\nHuh!/In your head\nA hole in the head, a hole in the head\n\nVerse Two: B-Real\n\nEight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\nSee a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\nI stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\nMe and you, bruca, we should be humpin\nHoney likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\nBut there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\nHe jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\nIt's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\nBuckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\nHoney's in the back but she just wants to go home\nBut he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\nWhite boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\nPushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\nPigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\nDips out the store, one-time hits the corner\nAnd he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\nStill had the forty, comin at the alley\nSeen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\nIn the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\nWrong, hah, it's gonna be on\nThat pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\nA to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\nGet your ass down! And by the way\n\nChorus\n\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\nScooby Doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\nDoobie doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\nScooby Doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n\nVerse Three: B-Real\n\nSix rollin up and now he's really baffled\nBrother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\nBeat down (down) on the way to the station\nGaffled up from a false accusation\nOink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\nAttitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\nMade a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\nWet ya, you know homes the picture\n(Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\nBroomstick up your ass\nAnd by the way, you get\n\nChorus 2X\n\n(Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\nThis is hell boy\n(Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n(Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n(B-Real) Can they kick it?\nCan they kick it?\nYeah, can they kick it?\nI'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.21] (Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n[00:02.18] (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n[00:05.97] Verse One: B-Real\n[00:19.92] Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\n[00:22.73] See a gang, no there ain't no jugete\n[00:25.52] Rollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\n[00:28.31] Who you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\n[00:30.29] Plato, si mon, you want static\n[00:33.01] When you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n[00:35.84] (Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\n[00:37.77] Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\n[00:41.25] Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\n[00:44.02] Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n[00:46.42] Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog\n[00:47.48] A hole in your head\n[00:48.39] A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\n[00:49.20] In your head!\n[00:50.23] A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\n[00:52.06] You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\n[00:53.96] Huh!/In your head\n[00:54.99] A hole in the head, a hole in the head\n[00:56.92] Verse Two: B-Real\n[00:57.98] Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\n[00:59.88] See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\n[01:01.66] I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\n[01:04.43] Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin\n[01:07.23] Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\n[01:10.04] But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\n[01:11.97] He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\n[01:14.75] It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\n[01:17.59] Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\n[01:20.48] Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home\n[01:22.33] But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\n[01:25.16] White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\n[01:27.90] Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\n[01:30.77] Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\n[01:33.58] Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner\n[01:35.41] And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\n[01:38.27] Still had the forty, comin at the alley\n[01:41.00] Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\n[01:44.15] In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\n[01:46.34] Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on\n[01:50.05] That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\n[01:53.67] A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\n[01:57.47] Get your ass down! And by the way\n[01:59.34] Chorus\n[02:09.48] A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\n[02:12.27] Scooby Doo!\n[02:13.18] A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\n[02:15.03] Doobie doo!\n[02:15.93] A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\n[02:16.98] Scooby Doo!\n[02:17.86] A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n[02:19.72] Verse Three: B-Real\n[02:20.67] Six rollin up and now he's really baffled\n[02:22.52] Brother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\n[02:25.46] Beat down (down) on the way to the station\n[02:28.11] Gaffled up from a false accusation\n[02:31.07] Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\n[02:33.94] Attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\n[02:35.86] Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\n[02:37.76] Wet ya, you know homes the picture\n[02:41.42] (Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\n[02:44.49] Broomstick up your ass\n[02:45.33] And by the way, you get\n[02:46.22] Chorus 2X\n[03:06.97] (Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\n[03:10.72] This is hell boy\n[03:12.53] (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n[03:16.24] (Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n[03:18.13] (B-Real) Can they kick it?\n[03:19.99] Can they kick it?\n[03:22.89] Yeah, can they kick it?\n[03:26.59] I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it\n[03:31.26] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hole In The Head\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Cypress Hill (2021 Expanded Edition)\n  duration_ms: 213000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n  start_ms: 210\n  end_ms: 2180\n- text: (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n  start_ms: 2180\n  end_ms: 5970\n- text: 'Verse One: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 5970\n  end_ms: 19920\n- text: Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\n  start_ms: 19920\n  end_ms: 22730\n- text: See a gang, no there ain't no jugete\n  start_ms: 22730\n  end_ms: 25520\n- text: Rollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\n  start_ms: 25520\n  end_ms: 28310\n- text: Who you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\n  start_ms: 28310\n  end_ms: 30290\n- text: Plato, si mon, you want static\n  start_ms: 30290\n  end_ms: 33010\n- text: When you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n  start_ms: 33010\n  end_ms: 35840\n- text: (Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\n  start_ms: 35840\n  end_ms: 37770\n- text: Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\n  start_ms: 37770\n  end_ms: 41250\n- text: Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\n  start_ms: 41250\n  end_ms: 44020\n- text: Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n  start_ms: 44020\n  end_ms: 46420\n- text: 'Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog'\n  start_ms: 46420\n  end_ms: 47480\n- text: A hole in your head\n  start_ms: 47480\n  end_ms: 48390\n- text: A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\n  start_ms: 48390\n  end_ms: 49200\n- text: In your head!\n  start_ms: 49200\n  end_ms: 50230\n- text: A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\n  start_ms: 50230\n  end_ms: 52060\n- text: You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\n  start_ms: 52060\n  end_ms: 53960\n- text: Huh!/In your head\n  start_ms: 53960\n  end_ms: 54990\n- text: A hole in the head, a hole in the head\n  start_ms: 54990\n  end_ms: 56920\n- text: 'Verse Two: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 56920\n  end_ms: 57980\n- text: Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\n  start_ms: 57980\n  end_ms: 59880\n- text: See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\n  start_ms: 59880\n  end_ms: 61660\n- text: I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\n  start_ms: 61660\n  end_ms: 64430\n- text: Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin\n  start_ms: 64430\n  end_ms: 67230\n- text: Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\n  start_ms: 67230\n  end_ms: 70040\n- text: But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\n  start_ms: 70040\n  end_ms: 71970\n- text: He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\n  start_ms: 71970\n  end_ms: 74750\n- text: It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\n  start_ms: 74750\n  end_ms: 77590\n- text: Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\n  start_ms: 77590\n  end_ms: 80480\n- text: Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home\n  start_ms: 80480\n  end_ms: 82330\n- text: But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\n  start_ms: 82330\n  end_ms: 85160\n- text: White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\n  start_ms: 85160\n  end_ms: 87900\n- text: Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\n  start_ms: 87900\n  end_ms: 90770\n- text: Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\n  start_ms: 90770\n  end_ms: 93580\n- text: Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner\n  start_ms: 93580\n  end_ms: 95410\n- text: And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\n  start_ms: 95410\n  end_ms: 98270\n- text: Still had the forty, comin at the alley\n  start_ms: 98270\n  end_ms: 101000\n- text: Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\n  start_ms: 101000\n  end_ms: 104150\n- text: In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\n  start_ms: 104150\n  end_ms: 106340\n- text: Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on\n  start_ms: 106340\n  end_ms: 110050\n- text: That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\n  start_ms: 110050\n  end_ms: 113670\n- text: A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\n  start_ms: 113670\n  end_ms: 117470\n- text: Get your ass down! 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(You know whassup Sen)\n  Get your ass down! And by the way\n\n  Chorus\n\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\n  Scooby Doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\n  Doobie doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\n  Scooby Doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n\n  Verse Three: B-Real\n\n  Six rollin up and now he's really baffled\n  Brother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\n  Beat down (down) on the way to the station\n  Gaffled up from a false accusation\n  Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\n  Attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\n  Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\n  Wet ya, you know homes the picture\n  (Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\n  Broomstick up your ass\n  And by the way, you get\n\n  Chorus 2X\n\n  (Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\n  This is hell boy\n  (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! 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Spittin out buckshots\nHomey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\nCause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\nInsane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n\nChorus: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\nA hole in your head\nA hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\nIn your head!\nA hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\nYou get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\nHuh!/In your head\nA hole in the head, a hole in the head\n\nVerse Two: B-Real\n\nEight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\nSee a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\nI stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\nMe and you, bruca, we should be humpin\nHoney likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\nBut there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\nHe jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\nIt's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\nBuckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\nHoney's in the back but she just wants to go home\nBut he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\nWhite boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\nPushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\nPigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\nDips out the store, one-time hits the corner\nAnd he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\nStill had the forty, comin at the alley\nSeen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\nIn the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\nWrong, hah, it's gonna be on\nThat pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\nA to the motherfuckin K! 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It's a Tribe thang\n(Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n(B-Real) Can they kick it?\nCan they kick it?\nYeah, can they kick it?\nI'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.23] (Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n[00:02.13] (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n[00:05.98] Verse One: B-Real\n[00:19.95] Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\n[00:22.74] See a gang, no there ain't no jugete\n[00:25.50] Rollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\n[00:28.39] Who you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\n[00:30.22] Plato, si mon, you want static\n[00:33.08] When you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n[00:35.86] (Boo-yaa!) 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(You know whassup Sen)\n[01:57.47] Get your ass down! And by the way\n[01:59.32] Chorus\n[02:09.42] A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\n[02:12.21] Scooby Doo!\n[02:13.14] A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\n[02:15.06] Doobie doo!\n[02:15.92] A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\n[02:16.92] Scooby Doo!\n[02:17.83] A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n[02:19.71] Verse Three: B-Real\n[02:20.67] Six rollin up and now he's really baffled\n[02:22.52] Brother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\n[02:25.43] Beat down (down) on the way to the station\n[02:28.14] Gaffled up from a false accusation\n[02:31.08] Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\n[02:33.96] attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\n[02:35.89] Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\n[02:37.74] Wet ya, you know homes the picture\n[02:41.50] (Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\n[02:44.47] Broomstick up your ass\n[02:45.38] And by the way, you get\n[02:46.28] Chorus 2X\n[03:06.90] (Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\n[03:10.73] This is hell boy\n[03:12.57] (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n[03:16.26] (Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n[03:18.16] (B-Real) Can they kick it?\n[03:19.91] Can they kick it?\n[03:22.84] Yeah, can they kick it?\n[03:26.52] I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it\n[03:31.27] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hole In the Head [Explicit]\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Cypress Hill (Expanded Edition) [Explicit]\n  duration_ms: 213104\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n  start_ms: 230\n  end_ms: 2130\n- text: (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n  start_ms: 2130\n  end_ms: 5980\n- text: 'Verse One: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 5980\n  end_ms: 19950\n- text: Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\n  start_ms: 19950\n  end_ms: 22740\n- text: See a gang, no there ain't no jugete\n  start_ms: 22740\n  end_ms: 25500\n- text: Rollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\n  start_ms: 25500\n  end_ms: 28390\n- text: Who you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\n  start_ms: 28390\n  end_ms: 30220\n- text: Plato, si mon, you want static\n  start_ms: 30220\n  end_ms: 33080\n- text: When you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n  start_ms: 33080\n  end_ms: 35860\n- text: (Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\n  start_ms: 35860\n  end_ms: 37720\n- text: Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\n  start_ms: 37720\n  end_ms: 41210\n- text: Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\n  start_ms: 41210\n  end_ms: 44020\n- text: Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n  start_ms: 44020\n  end_ms: 46490\n- text: 'Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog'\n  start_ms: 46490\n  end_ms: 47470\n- text: A hole in your head\n  start_ms: 47470\n  end_ms: 48350\n- text: A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\n  start_ms: 48350\n  end_ms: 49240\n- text: In your head!\n  start_ms: 49240\n  end_ms: 50210\n- text: A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\n  start_ms: 50210\n  end_ms: 52050\n- text: You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\n  start_ms: 52050\n  end_ms: 53900\n- text: Huh!/In your head\n  start_ms: 53900\n  end_ms: 54980\n- text: A hole in the head, a hole in the head\n  start_ms: 54980\n  end_ms: 56960\n- text: 'Verse Two: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 56960\n  end_ms: 57980\n- text: Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\n  start_ms: 57980\n  end_ms: 59840\n- text: See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\n  start_ms: 59840\n  end_ms: 61680\n- text: I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\n  start_ms: 61680\n  end_ms: 64420\n- text: Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin\n  start_ms: 64420\n  end_ms: 67250\n- text: Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\n  start_ms: 67250\n  end_ms: 70060\n- text: But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\n  start_ms: 70060\n  end_ms: 71910\n- text: He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\n  start_ms: 71910\n  end_ms: 74750\n- text: It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\n  start_ms: 74750\n  end_ms: 77550\n- text: Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\n  start_ms: 77550\n  end_ms: 80430\n- text: Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home\n  start_ms: 80430\n  end_ms: 82380\n- text: But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\n  start_ms: 82380\n  end_ms: 85140\n- text: White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\n  start_ms: 85140\n  end_ms: 87990\n- text: Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\n  start_ms: 87990\n  end_ms: 90720\n- text: Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\n  start_ms: 90720\n  end_ms: 93540\n- text: Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner\n  start_ms: 93540\n  end_ms: 95480\n- text: And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\n  start_ms: 95480\n  end_ms: 98250\n- text: Still had the forty, comin at the alley\n  start_ms: 98250\n  end_ms: 101030\n- text: Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\n  start_ms: 101030\n  end_ms: 104130\n- text: In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\n  start_ms: 104130\n  end_ms: 106380\n- text: Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on\n  start_ms: 106380\n  end_ms: 110050\n- text: That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\n  start_ms: 110050\n  end_ms: 113650\n- text: A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\n  start_ms: 113650\n  end_ms: 117470\n- text: Get your ass down! 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It's a Tribe thang\n  start_ms: 192570\n  end_ms: 196260\n- text: (Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n  start_ms: 196260\n  end_ms: 198160\n- text: (B-Real) Can they kick it?\n  start_ms: 198160\n  end_ms: 199910\n- text: Can they kick it?\n  start_ms: 199910\n  end_ms: 202840\n- text: Yeah, can they kick it?\n  start_ms: 202840\n  end_ms: 206520\n- text: I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it\n  start_ms: 206520\n  end_ms: 211270\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 211270\nplain: |-\n  (Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n  (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n\n  Verse One: B-Real\n\n  Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\n  See a gang, no there ain't no jugete\n  Rollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\n  Who you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\n  Plato, si mon, you want static\n  When you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n  (Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\n  Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\n  Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\n  Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n\n  Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\n  A hole in your head\n  A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\n  In your head!\n  A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\n  You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\n  Huh!/In your head\n  A hole in the head, a hole in the head\n\n  Verse Two: B-Real\n\n  Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\n  See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\n  I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\n  Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin\n  Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\n  But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\n  He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\n  It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\n  Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\n  Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home\n  But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\n  White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\n  Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\n  Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\n  Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner\n  And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\n  Still had the forty, comin at the alley\n  Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\n  In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\n  Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on\n  That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\n  A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\n  Get your ass down! And by the way\n\n  Chorus\n\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\n  Scooby Doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\n  Doobie doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\n  Scooby Doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n\n  Verse Three: B-Real\n\n  Six rollin up and now he's really baffled\n  Brother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\n  Beat down (down) on the way to the station\n  Gaffled up from a false accusation\n  Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\n  attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\n  Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\n  Wet ya, you know homes the picture\n  (Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\n  Broomstick up your ass\n  And by the way, you get\n\n  Chorus 2X\n\n  (Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\n  This is hell boy\n  (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n  (Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n  (B-Real) Can they kick it?\n  Can they kick it?\n  Yeah, can they kick it?\n  I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it\n"},{"id":10500702,"name":"Hole in the Head","trackName":"Hole in the Head","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Cypress Hill / Black Sunday / Temples of Boom","duration":212.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n(Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n\nVerse One: B-Real\n\nMadman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\nSee a gang, no there ain't no jugete\nRollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\nWho you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\nPlato, si mon, you want static\nWhen you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n(Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\nHomey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\nCause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\nInsane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n\nChorus: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\nA hole in your head\nA hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\nIn your head!\nA hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\nYou get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\nHuh!/In your head\nA hole in the head, a hole in the head\n\nVerse Two: B-Real\n\nEight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\nSee a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\nI stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\nMe and you, bruca, we should be humpin\nHoney likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\nBut there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\nHe jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\nIt's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\nBuckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\nHoney's in the back but she just wants to go home\nBut he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\nWhite boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\nPushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\nPigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\nDips out the store, one-time hits the corner\nAnd he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\nStill had the forty, comin at the alley\nSeen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\nIn the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\nWrong, hah, it's gonna be on\nThat pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\nA to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\nGet your ass down! And by the way\n\nChorus\n\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\nScooby Doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\nDoobie doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\nScooby Doo!\nA Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n\nVerse Three: B-Real\n\nSix rollin up and now he's really baffled\nBrother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\nBeat down (down) on the way to the station\nGaffled up from a false accusation\nOink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\nattitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\nMade a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\nWet ya, you know homes the picture\n(Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\nBroomstick up your ass\nAnd by the way, you get\n\nChorus 2X\n\n(Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\nThis is hell boy\n(Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n(Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n(B-Real) Can they kick it?\nCan they kick it?\nYeah, can they kick it?\nI'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hole in the Head\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Cypress Hill / Black Sunday / Temples of Boom\n  duration_ms: 212000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo?\n  (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang\n\n  Verse One: B-Real\n\n  Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente\n  See a gang, no there ain't no jugete\n  Rollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down\n  Who you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?\n  Plato, si mon, you want static\n  When you reach for your gat to load your automatic\n  (Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots\n  Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig\n  Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco\n  Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and\n\n  Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\n  A hole in your head\n  A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head\n  In your head!\n  A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head\n  You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head\n  Huh!/In your head\n  A hole in the head, a hole in the head\n\n  Verse Two: B-Real\n\n  Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin\n  See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in\n  I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin\n  Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin\n  Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag\n  But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag\n  He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?\n  It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome\n  Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome\n  Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home\n  But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty\n  White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!\n  Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin\n  Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon\n  Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner\n  And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner\n  Still had the forty, comin at the alley\n  Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink\n  In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right\n  Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on\n  That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)\n  A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)\n  Get your ass down! And by the way\n\n  Chorus\n\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all\n  Scooby Doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all\n  Doobie doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!\n  Scooby Doo!\n  A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all\n\n  Verse Three: B-Real\n\n  Six rollin up and now he's really baffled\n  Brother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)\n  Beat down (down) on the way to the station\n  Gaffled up from a false accusation\n  Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the\n  attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined\n  Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya\n  Wet ya, you know homes the picture\n  (Yeah you never been to jail boy!)\n  Broomstick up your ass\n  And by the way, you get\n\n  Chorus 2X\n\n  (Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up\n  This is hell boy\n  (Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang\n  (Sen Dog) What side is that Red?\n  (B-Real) Can they kick it?\n  Can they kick it?\n  Yeah, can they kick it?\n  I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it\n"}]