[{"id":26161817,"name":"Killafornia","trackName":"Killafornia","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Cypress Hill: III","duration":177.005714,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[B-real]\nLiving in the city of the scandalous\nShisty motherfuckers, can't even trust my own brothers\nSo who can i choose to trust, me, that's who\nNiggas want a piece of the pie, fuck off and die!\nJealous, envious fools want to rush this\nLoco, trooping ass nigga with the cash, shit\nMotherfuckers just get your own, and leave mine alone\nForty-five places to get done\nSend out your invitation\nTo the party of your elimination\nI got peeps that play for keeps, (hardball)\nNow i'm laying your ass down to sleep\nBut every hustler wants to be bawling\nBut i got the balls for the shot calling\nI pull strings, the don king, only in america\nThen i hustle, and flex my muscle\n[Hustlers]\n--yeah, man, i've been out here\nRunning game for eight years\n--i know i'm getting tired of standing\nOn this corner\n--nigga, i want a fat pad, and fly ass pool\nFinest motherfucking bitches, jewels\nAnd all that shit, if i got to take it\nFrom a nigga\n--shit, let him run for me then\n--i can work for myself, don't have to\nWork for nobody, i'll be my own hustler\n[B-real]\nWhere can i roam to get my hustle on\nKillafornia, stacking the chips, got the full clips\nLoaded and cocked, i'm used to running with the glock\nNina millimeter, lighting up the fucking block\nNow, who you gonna trust?, who can you trust?\nI don't know, but if you coming on my corner\nI think i'm gonna bust\nYou can't handle us, devious, dangerous\nCriminal mentality, insanity\nI move weight, from state to state\nAll the niggas moving weights, can you relate?\n[Hustlers]\n--damn, what's up, i see you\nPushing that big time weight\n--i told you, i wasn't bullshitting\n--you coming up, aight!\n--when i seen you three or four\nMonths ago i told you\n--got respect for a man now\n--handle your shit!\n[B-real]\nWhere can i choose to get my hustle on?\nIn the alleyway, lighting up all night long\nFuck working at mcd's, i'm rolling with the o.z's\nIn the qp's, puffing on trees\nWho can i trust?, who can you trust?\nNot that shady motherfucker in the city los scandalous\n[Hustlers]\n--well, well, little man came up a little bit\n--it feels good having money in the pocket\n--fuck that nine to five bullshit, right?\n--yeah, kick that shit to the curb\n--but you got to look out for the scandalous motherfuckers\nCuz niggas is tricky than a motherfucker\n--yeah, but motherfuckers got to look out for us too\nYou know what i'm saying\nI'm just as shisty as a nigga\n--shit, set me up and niggas are gonna die\n--you get set up back, cuz we ain't having that bullshit\n--i got your back, you got mine, that goes without saying\n--twenty-seven and mo' baby, twenty-seven and mo'\n--let's get the fuck out of here\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:20.36] [B-real]\n[00:21.30] Living in the city of the scandalous\n[00:23.23] Shisty 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pad, and fly ass pool\n[01:18.21] Finest motherfucking bitches, jewels\n[01:26.22] And all that shit, if i got to take it\n[01:28.20] From a nigga\n[01:30.13] --shit, let him run for me then\n[01:30.85] --i can work for myself, don't have to\n[01:31.40] Work for nobody, i'll be my own hustler\n[01:32.02] [B-real]\n[01:32.62] Where can i roam to get my hustle on\n[01:33.55] Killafornia, stacking the chips, got the full clips\n[01:34.12] Loaded and cocked, i'm used to running with the glock\n[01:34.76] Nina millimeter, lighting up the fucking block\n[01:36.00] Now, who you gonna trust?, who can you trust?\n[01:37.49] I don't know, but if you coming on my corner\n[01:38.75] I think i'm gonna bust\n[01:39.38] You can't handle us, devious, dangerous\n[01:41.69] Criminal mentality, insanity\n[01:44.15] I move weight, from state to state\n[01:46.44] All the niggas moving weights, can you relate?\n[01:49.14] [Hustlers]\n[01:49.64] --damn, what's up, i see you\n[01:51.94] Pushing that big time weight\n[01:54.28] --i told you, i wasn't bullshitting\n[01:54.64] --you coming up, aight!\n[01:55.81] --when i seen you three or four\n[01:56.97] Months ago i told you\n[01:57.92] --got respect for a man now\n[01:59.42] --handle your shit!\n[01:59.84] [B-real]\n[02:00.46] Where can i choose to get my hustle on?\n[02:02.57] In the alleyway, lighting up all night long\n[02:04.89] Fuck working at mcd's, i'm rolling with the o.z's\n[02:08.28] In the qp's, puffing on trees\n[02:10.52] Who can i trust?, who can you trust?\n[02:12.82] Not that shady motherfucker in the city los scandalous\n[02:15.58] [Hustlers]\n[02:16.38] --well, well, little man came up a little bit\n[02:17.60] --it feels good having money in the pocket\n[02:22.41] --fuck that nine to five bullshit, right?\n[02:23.06] --yeah, kick that shit to the curb\n[02:25.73] --but you got to look out for the scandalous motherfuckers\n[02:26.76] Cuz niggas is tricky than a motherfucker\n[02:30.12] --yeah, but motherfuckers got to look out for us too\n[02:30.55] You know what i'm saying\n[02:33.66] I'm just as shisty as a nigga\n[02:35.78] --shit, set me up and niggas are gonna die\n[02:36.48] --you get set up back, cuz we ain't having that bullshit\n[02:37.46] --i got your back, you got mine, that goes without saying\n[02:39.18] --twenty-seven and mo' baby, twenty-seven and mo'\n[02:41.27] --let's get the fuck out of here\"\n[02:53.32] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Killafornia\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: 'Cypress Hill: III'\n  duration_ms: 177006\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[B-real]'\n  start_ms: 20360\n  end_ms: 21300\n- text: Living in the city of the scandalous\n  start_ms: 21300\n  end_ms: 23230\n- text: Shisty motherfuckers, can't even trust my own brothers\n  start_ms: 23230\n  end_ms: 25940\n- text: So who can i choose to trust, me, that's who\n  start_ms: 25940\n  end_ms: 28960\n- text: Niggas want a piece of the pie, fuck off and die!\n  start_ms: 28960\n  end_ms: 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done\nsend out your invitation\nto the party of your elimination\ni got peeps that play for keeps, (hardball)\nnow i'm laying your ass down to sleep\nbut every hustler wants to be bawling\nbut i got the balls for the shot calling\ni pull strings, the don king, only in america\nthen i hustle, and flex my muscle\n[hustlers]\n--yeah, man, i've been out here\nrunning game for eight years\n--i know i'm getting tired of standing\non this corner\n--nigga, i want a fat pad, and fly ass pool\nfinest motherfucking bitches, jewels\nand all that shit, if i got to take it\nfrom a nigga\n--shit, let him run for me then\n--i can work for myself, don't have to\nwork for nobody, i'll be my own hustler\n[b-real]\nwhere can i roam to get my hustle on\nkillafornia, stacking the chips, got the full clips\nloaded and cocked, i'm used to running with the glock\nnina millimeter, lighting up the fucking block\nnow, who you gonna trust?, who can you trust?\ni don't know, but if you coming on my corner\ni think i'm gonna bust\nyou can't handle us, devious, dangerous\ncriminal mentality, insanity\ni move weight, from state to state\nall the niggas moving weights, can you relate?\n[hustlers]\n--damn, what's up, i see you\npushing that big time weight\n--i told you, i wasn't bullshitting\n--you coming up, aight!\n--when i seen you three or four\nmonths ago i told you\n--got respect for a man now\n--handle your shit!\n[b-real]\nwhere can i choose to get my hustle on?\nin the alleyway, lighting up all night long\nfuck working at mcd's, i'm rolling with the o.z's\nin the qp's, puffing on trees\nwho can i trust?, who can you trust?\nnot that shady motherfucker in the city los scandalous\n[hustlers]\n--well, well, little man came up a little bit\n--it feels good having money in the pocket\n--fuck that nine to five bullshit, right?\n--yeah, kick that shit to the curb\n--but you got to look out for the scandalous motherfuckers\ncuz niggas is tricky than a motherfucker\n--yeah, but motherfuckers got to look out for us too\nyou know what i'm saying\ni'm just as shisty as a nigga\n--shit, set me up and niggas are gonna die\n--you get set up back, cuz we ain't having that bullshit\n--i got your back, you got mine, that goes without saying\n--twenty-seven and mo' baby, twenty-seven and mo'\n--let's get the fuck out of here\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.96] [b-real]\n[00:20.15] living in the city of the scandalous\n[00:22.96] shisty motherfuckers, can't even trust my own brothers\n[00:25.62] so who can i choose to trust, me, that's who\n[00:28.45] niggas want a piece of the pie, fuck off and die!\n[00:31.03] jealous, envious fools want to rush this\n[00:33.62] loco, trooping ass nigga with the cash, shit\n[00:36.44] motherfuckers just get your own, and leave mine alone\n[00:39.80] forty-five places to get done\n[00:41.50] send out your invitation\n[00:43.61] to the party of your elimination\n[00:45.22] i got peeps that play for keeps, (hardball)\n[00:48.93] now i'm laying your ass down to sleep\n[00:51.89] but every hustler wants to be bawling\n[00:54.38] but i got the balls for the shot calling\n[00:58.27] i pull strings, the don king, only in america\n[00:59.85] then i hustle, and flex my muscle\n[01:04.40] [hustlers]\n[01:04.93] --yeah, man, i've been out here\n[01:05.94] running game for eight years\n[01:07.96] --i know i'm getting tired of standing\n[01:10.39] on this corner\n[01:11.88] --nigga, i want a fat pad, and fly ass pool\n[01:15.80] finest motherfucking bitches, jewels\n[01:20.39] and all that shit, if i got to take it\n[01:21.86] from a nigga\n[01:23.24] --shit, let him run for me then\n[01:24.59] --i can work for myself, don't have to\n[01:25.79] work for nobody, i'll be my own hustler\n[01:27.93] [b-real]\n[01:28.60] where can i roam to get my hustle on\n[01:29.56] killafornia, stacking the chips, got the full clips\n[01:30.79] loaded and cocked, i'm used to running with the glock\n[01:32.57] nina millimeter, lighting up the fucking block\n[01:34.69] now, who you gonna trust?, who can you trust?\n[01:36.74] i don't know, but if you coming on my corner\n[01:38.20] i think i'm gonna bust\n[01:38.91] you can't handle us, devious, dangerous\n[01:41.59] criminal mentality, insanity\n[01:44.11] i move weight, from state to state\n[01:46.12] all the niggas moving weights, can you relate?\n[01:48.90] [hustlers]\n[01:49.63] --damn, what's up, i see you\n[01:51.35] pushing that big time weight\n[01:53.40] --i told you, i wasn't bullshitting\n[01:54.02] --you coming up, aight!\n[01:55.12] --when i seen you three or four\n[01:56.25] months ago i told you\n[01:57.32] --got respect for a man now\n[01:58.56] --handle your shit!\n[01:59.70] [b-real]\n[02:00.59] where can i choose to get my hustle on?\n[02:02.45] in the alleyway, lighting up all night long\n[02:04.58] fuck working at mcd's, i'm rolling with the o.z's\n[02:08.09] in the qp's, puffing on trees\n[02:10.25] who can i trust?, who can you trust?\n[02:12.34] not that shady motherfucker in the city los scandalous\n[02:15.54] [hustlers]\n[02:16.34] --well, well, little man came up a little bit\n[02:17.94] --it feels good having money in the pocket\n[02:21.28] --fuck that nine to five bullshit, right?\n[02:22.54] --yeah, kick that shit to the curb\n[02:24.91] --but you got to look out for the scandalous motherfuckers\n[02:26.37] cuz niggas is tricky than a motherfucker\n[02:29.42] --yeah, but motherfuckers got to look out for us too\n[02:30.52] you know what i'm saying\n[02:33.14] i'm just as shisty as a nigga\n[02:35.66] --shit, set me up and niggas are gonna die\n[02:37.37] --you get set up back, cuz we ain't having that bullshit\n[02:39.69] --i got your back, you got mine, that goes without saying\n[02:41.38] --twenty-seven and mo' baby, twenty-seven and mo'\n[02:43.72] --let's get the fuck out of here\"\n[02:51.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Killafornia\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: 3 CD's Boxset - Cypress Hill\n  duration_ms: 176953\n  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--yeah, kick that shit to the curb\n  start_ms: 142540\n  end_ms: 144910\n- text: --but you got to look out for the scandalous motherfuckers\n  start_ms: 144910\n  end_ms: 146370\n- text: cuz niggas is tricky than a motherfucker\n  start_ms: 146370\n  end_ms: 149420\n- text: --yeah, but motherfuckers got to look out for us too\n  start_ms: 149420\n  end_ms: 150520\n- text: you know what i'm saying\n  start_ms: 150520\n  end_ms: 153140\n- text: i'm just as shisty as a nigga\n  start_ms: 153140\n  end_ms: 155660\n- text: --shit, set me up and niggas are gonna die\n  start_ms: 155660\n  end_ms: 157370\n- text: --you get set up back, cuz we ain't having that bullshit\n  start_ms: 157370\n  end_ms: 159690\n- text: --i got your back, you got mine, that goes without saying\n  start_ms: 159690\n  end_ms: 161380\n- text: --twenty-seven and mo' baby, twenty-seven and mo'\n  start_ms: 161380\n  end_ms: 163720\n- text: --let's get the fuck out of here\"\n  start_ms: 163720\n  end_ms: 171620\n- 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who\n[00:28.96]Niggas want a piece of the pie, fuck off and die!\n[00:31.49]Jealous, envious fools want to rush this\n[00:33.99]Loco, trooping ass nigga with the cash, shit\n[00:36.70]Motherfuckers just get your own, and leave mine alone\n[00:40.89]Forty-five places to get done\n[00:41.56]Send out your invitation\n[00:43.84]To the party of your elimination\n[00:44.49]I got peeps that play for keeps, (hardball)\n[00:49.09]Now i'm laying your ass down to sleep\n[00:52.13]But every hustler wants to be bawling\n[00:54.40]But i got the balls for the shot calling\n[00:59.46]I pull strings, the don king, only in america\n[00:59.99]Then i hustle, and flex my muscle\n[01:02.87][Hustlers]\n[01:03.69]--yeah, man, i've been out here\n[01:04.75]Running game for eight years\n[01:05.90]--i know i'm getting tired of standing\n[01:09.02]On this corner\n[01:11.19]--nigga, i want a fat pad, and fly ass pool\n[01:18.21]Finest motherfucking bitches, jewels\n[01:26.22]And all that shit, if i got to take it\n[01:28.20]From a nigga\n[01:30.13]--shit, let him run for me then\n[01:30.85]--i can work for myself, don't have to\n[01:31.40]Work for nobody, i'll be my own hustler\n[01:32.02][B-real]\n[01:32.62]Where can i roam to get my hustle on\n[01:33.55]Killafornia, stacking the chips, got the full clips\n[01:34.12]Loaded and cocked, i'm used to running with the glock\n[01:34.76]Nina millimeter, lighting up the fucking block\n[01:36.00]Now, who you gonna trust?, who can you trust?\n[01:37.49]I don't know, but if you coming on my corner\n[01:38.75]I think i'm gonna bust\n[01:39.38]You can't handle us, devious, dangerous\n[01:41.69]Criminal mentality, insanity\n[01:44.15]I move weight, from state to state\n[01:46.44]All the niggas moving weights, can you relate?\n[01:49.14][Hustlers]\n[01:49.64]--damn, what's up, i see you\n[01:51.94]Pushing that big time weight\n[01:54.28]--i told you, i wasn't bullshitting\n[01:54.64]--you coming up, aight!\n[01:55.81]--when i seen you three or 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end_ms: 156480\n- text: --you get set up back, cuz we ain't having that bullshit\n  start_ms: 156480\n  end_ms: 157460\n- text: --i got your back, you got mine, that goes without saying\n  start_ms: 157460\n  end_ms: 159180\n- text: --twenty-seven and mo' baby, twenty-seven and mo'\n  start_ms: 159180\n  end_ms: 161270\n- text: --let's get the fuck out of here\"\n  start_ms: 161270\n  end_ms: 173320\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 173320\nplain: |-\n  [B-real]\n  Living in the city of the scandalous\n  Shisty motherfuckers, can't even trust my own brothers\n  So who can i choose to trust, me, that's who\n  Niggas want a piece of the pie, fuck off and die!\n  Jealous, envious fools want to rush this\n  Loco, trooping ass nigga with the cash, shit\n  Motherfuckers just get your own, and leave mine alone\n  Forty-five places to get done\n  Send out your invitation\n  To the party of your elimination\n  I got peeps that play for keeps, (hardball)\n  Now i'm laying your ass down to sleep\n  But 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I'm just as shisty as a nigga\n  --shit, set me up and niggas are gonna die\n  --you get set up back, cuz we ain't having that bullshit\n  --i got your back, you got mine, that goes without saying\n  --twenty-seven and mo' baby, twenty-seven and mo'\n  --let's get the fuck out of here\"\n"},{"id":6324304,"name":"Killafornia","trackName":"Killafornia","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Cypress Hill III: Temples of Boom","duration":177.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[B-real]\nLiving in the city of the scandalous\nShisty motherfuckers, can't even trust my own brothers\nSo who can i choose to trust, me, that's who\nNiggas want a piece of the pie, fuck off and die!\nJealous, envious fools want to rush this\nLoco, trooping ass nigga with the cash, shit\nMotherfuckers just get your own, and leave mine alone\nForty-five places to get done\nSend out your invitation\nTo the party of your elimination\nI got peeps that play for keeps, (hardball)\nNow i'm laying 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get set up back, cuz we ain't having that bullshit\n--i got your back, you got mine, that goes without saying\n--twenty-seven and mo' baby, twenty-seven and mo'\n--let's get the fuck out of here\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.96] [B-real]\n[00:20.15] Living in the city of the scandalous\n[00:22.96] Shisty motherfuckers, can't even trust my own brothers\n[00:25.62] So who can i choose to trust, me, that's who\n[00:28.45] Niggas want a piece of the pie, fuck off and die!\n[00:31.03] Jealous, envious fools want to rush this\n[00:33.62] Loco, trooping ass nigga with the cash, shit\n[00:36.44] Motherfuckers just get your own, and leave mine alone\n[00:39.80] Forty-five places to get done\n[00:41.50] Send out your invitation\n[00:43.61] To the party of your elimination\n[00:45.22] I got peeps that play for keeps, (hardball)\n[00:48.93] Now i'm laying your ass down to sleep\n[00:51.89] But every hustler wants to be bawling\n[00:54.38] But i got the balls for the shot calling\n[00:58.27] I pull 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gonna bust\n[01:38.91] You can't handle us, devious, dangerous\n[01:41.59] Criminal mentality, insanity\n[01:44.11] I move weight, from state to state\n[01:46.12] All the niggas moving weights, can you relate?\n[01:48.90] [Hustlers]\n[01:49.63] --damn, what's up, i see you\n[01:51.35] Pushing that big time weight\n[01:53.40] --i told you, i wasn't bullshitting\n[01:54.02] --you coming up, aight!\n[01:55.12] --when i seen you three or four\n[01:56.25] Months ago i told you\n[01:57.32] --got respect for a man now\n[01:58.56] --handle your shit!\n[01:59.70] [B-real]\n[02:00.59] Where can i choose to get my hustle on?\n[02:02.45] In the alleyway, lighting up all night long\n[02:04.58] Fuck working at mcd's, i'm rolling with the o.z's\n[02:08.09] In the qp's, puffing on trees\n[02:10.25] Who can i trust?, who can you trust?\n[02:12.34] Not that shady motherfucker in the city los scandalous\n[02:15.54] [Hustlers]\n[02:16.34] --well, well, little man came up a little bit\n[02:17.94] --it 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for nobody, i'll be my own hustler\n  [B-real]\n  Where can i roam to get my hustle on\n  Killafornia, stacking the chips, got the full clips\n  Loaded and cocked, i'm used to running with the glock\n  Nina millimeter, lighting up the fucking block\n  Now, who you gonna trust?, who can you trust?\n  I don't know, but if you coming on my corner\n  I think i'm gonna bust\n  You can't handle us, devious, dangerous\n  Criminal mentality, insanity\n  I move weight, from state to state\n  All the niggas moving weights, can you relate?\n  [Hustlers]\n  --damn, what's up, i see you\n  Pushing that big time weight\n  --i told you, i wasn't bullshitting\n  --you coming up, aight!\n  --when i seen you three or four\n  Months ago i told you\n  --got respect for a man now\n  --handle your shit!\n  [B-real]\n  Where can i choose to get my hustle on?\n  In the alleyway, lighting up all night long\n  Fuck working at mcd's, i'm rolling with the o.z's\n  In the qp's, puffing on trees\n  Who can i trust?, who can you trust?\n  Not that shady motherfucker in the city los scandalous\n  [Hustlers]\n  --well, well, little man came up a little bit\n  --it feels good having money in the pocket\n  --fuck that nine to five bullshit, right?\n  --yeah, kick that shit to the curb\n  --but you got to look out for the scandalous motherfuckers\n  Cuz niggas is tricky than a motherfucker\n  --yeah, but motherfuckers got to look out for us too\n  You know what i'm saying\n  I'm just as shisty as a nigga\n  --shit, set me up and niggas are gonna die\n  --you get set up back, cuz we ain't having that bullshit\n  --i got your back, you got mine, that goes without saying\n  --twenty-seven and mo' baby, twenty-seven and mo'\n  --let's get the fuck out of here\"\n"},{"id":30901723,"name":"Killafornia","trackName":"Killafornia","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Cypress Hill Iii: Temples Of Boom","duration":273.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[B-real]\nLiving in the city of the scandalous\nShisty motherfuckers, can't even trust my own brothers\nSo who can i choose to trust, me, that's who\nNiggas want a piece of the pie, fuck off and die!\nJealous, envious fools want to rush this\nLoco, trooping ass nigga with the cash, shit\nMotherfuckers just get your own, and leave mine alone\nForty-five places to get done\nSend out your invitation\nTo the party of your elimination\nI got peeps that play for keeps, (hardball)\nNow i'm laying your ass down to sleep\nBut every hustler wants to be bawling\nBut i got the balls for the shot calling\nI pull strings, the don king, only in america\nThen i hustle, and flex my muscle\n[Hustlers]\n--yeah, man, i've been out here\nRunning game for eight years\n--i know i'm getting tired of standing\nOn this corner\n--nigga, i want a fat pad, and fly ass pool\nFinest motherfucking bitches, jewels\nAnd all that shit, if i got to take it\nFrom a nigga\n--shit, let him run for me then\n--i can work for myself, don't have 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motherfucker in the city los scandalous\n[Hustlers]\n--well, well, little man came up a little bit\n--it feels good having money in the pocket\n--fuck that nine to five bullshit, right?\n--yeah, kick that shit to the curb\n--but you got to look out for the scandalous motherfuckers\nCuz niggas is tricky than a motherfucker\n--yeah, but motherfuckers got to look out for us too\nYou know what i'm saying\nI'm just as shisty as a nigga\n--shit, set me up and niggas are gonna die\n--you get set up back, cuz we ain't having that bullshit\n--i got your back, you got mine, that goes without saying\n--twenty-seven and mo' baby, twenty-seven and mo'\n--let's get the fuck out of here\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:20.36] [B-real]\n[00:21.30] Living in the city of the scandalous\n[00:23.23] Shisty motherfuckers, can't even trust my own brothers\n[00:25.94] So who can i choose to trust, me, that's who\n[00:28.96] Niggas want a piece of the pie, fuck off and die!\n[00:31.49] Jealous, envious fools want to rush this\n[00:33.99] Loco, trooping ass nigga with the cash, shit\n[00:36.70] Motherfuckers just get your own, and leave mine alone\n[00:40.89] Forty-five places to get done\n[00:41.56] Send out your invitation\n[00:43.84] To the party of your elimination\n[00:44.49] I got peeps that play for keeps, (hardball)\n[00:49.09] Now i'm laying your ass down to sleep\n[00:52.13] But every hustler wants to be bawling\n[00:54.40] But i got the balls for the shot calling\n[00:59.46] I pull strings, the don king, only in america\n[00:59.99] Then i hustle, and flex my muscle\n[01:02.87] [Hustlers]\n[01:03.69] --yeah, man, i've been out here\n[01:04.75] Running game for eight years\n[01:05.90] --i know i'm getting tired of standing\n[01:09.02] On this corner\n[01:11.19] --nigga, i want a fat pad, and fly ass pool\n[01:18.21] Finest motherfucking bitches, jewels\n[01:26.22] And all that shit, if i got to take it\n[01:28.20] From a nigga\n[01:30.13] --shit, let him run for me then\n[01:30.85] --i can work for myself, don't have to\n[01:31.40] Work for nobody, i'll be my own hustler\n[01:32.02] [B-real]\n[01:32.62] Where can i roam to get my hustle on\n[01:33.55] Killafornia, stacking the chips, got the full clips\n[01:34.12] Loaded and cocked, i'm used to running with the glock\n[01:34.76] Nina millimeter, lighting up the fucking block\n[01:36.00] Now, who you gonna trust?, who can you trust?\n[01:37.49] I don't know, but if you coming on my corner\n[01:38.75] I think i'm gonna bust\n[01:39.38] You can't handle us, devious, dangerous\n[01:41.69] Criminal mentality, insanity\n[01:44.15] I move weight, from state to state\n[01:46.44] All the niggas moving weights, can you relate?\n[01:49.14] [Hustlers]\n[01:49.64] --damn, what's up, i see you\n[01:51.94] Pushing that big time weight\n[01:54.28] --i told you, i wasn't bullshitting\n[01:54.64] --you coming up, aight!\n[01:55.81] --when i seen you three or four\n[01:56.97] Months ago i told you\n[01:57.92] --got respect for a man now\n[01:59.42] --handle your shit!\n[01:59.84] [B-real]\n[02:00.46] Where can i choose to get my hustle on?\n[02:02.57] In the alleyway, lighting up all night long\n[02:04.89] Fuck working at mcd's, i'm rolling with the o.z's\n[02:08.28] In the qp's, puffing on trees\n[02:10.52] Who can i trust?, who can you trust?\n[02:12.82] Not that shady motherfucker in the city los scandalous\n[02:15.58] [Hustlers]\n[02:16.38] --well, well, little man came up a little bit\n[02:17.60] --it feels good having money in the pocket\n[02:22.41] --fuck that nine to five bullshit, right?\n[02:23.06] --yeah, kick that shit to the curb\n[02:25.73] --but you got to look out for the scandalous motherfuckers\n[02:26.76] Cuz niggas is tricky than a motherfucker\n[02:30.12] --yeah, but motherfuckers got to look out for us too\n[02:30.55] You know what i'm saying\n[02:33.66] I'm just as shisty as a nigga\n[02:35.78] --shit, set me up and niggas are gonna die\n[02:36.48] --you get set up back, cuz we ain't having that bullshit\n[02:37.46] --i got your back, you got mine, that goes without saying\n[02:39.18] --twenty-seven and mo' baby, twenty-seven and mo'\n[02:41.27] --let's get the fuck out of here\"\n[02:53.32] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Killafornia\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: 'Cypress Hill Iii: Temples Of Boom'\n  duration_ms: 273000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[B-real]'\n  start_ms: 20360\n  end_ms: 21300\n- text: Living in the city of the scandalous\n  start_ms: 21300\n  end_ms: 23230\n- text: Shisty motherfuckers, can't even trust my own brothers\n  start_ms: 23230\n  end_ms: 25940\n- text: So who can i choose to trust, me, that's who\n  start_ms: 25940\n  end_ms: 28960\n- text: Niggas want a piece of the pie, fuck off and die!\n  start_ms: 28960\n  end_ms: 31490\n- text: Jealous, envious fools want to rush this\n  start_ms: 31490\n  end_ms: 33990\n- text: Loco, trooping ass nigga with the cash, shit\n  start_ms: 33990\n  end_ms: 36700\n- text: 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relate?\n[hustlers]\n--damn, what's up, i see you\npushing that big time weight\n--i told you, i wasn't bullshitting\n--you coming up, aight!\n--when i seen you three or four\nmonths ago i told you\n--got respect for a man now\n--handle your shit!\n[b-real]\nwhere can i choose to get my hustle on?\nin the alleyway, lighting up all night long\nfuck working at mcd's, i'm rolling with the o.z's\nin the qp's, puffing on trees\nwho can i trust?, who can you trust?\nnot that shady motherfucker in the city los scandalous\n[hustlers]\n--well, well, little man came up a little bit\n--it feels good having money in the pocket\n--fuck that nine to five bullshit, right?\n--yeah, kick that shit to the curb\n--but you got to look out for the scandalous motherfuckers\ncuz niggas is tricky than a motherfucker\n--yeah, but motherfuckers got to look out for us too\nyou know what i'm saying\ni'm just as shisty as a nigga\n--shit, set me up and niggas are gonna die\n--you get set up back, cuz we ain't 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america\n[00:59.85] then i hustle, and flex my muscle\n[01:04.40] [hustlers]\n[01:04.93] --yeah, man, i've been out here\n[01:05.94] running game for eight years\n[01:07.96] --i know i'm getting tired of standing\n[01:10.39] on this corner\n[01:11.88] --nigga, i want a fat pad, and fly ass pool\n[01:15.80] finest motherfucking bitches, jewels\n[01:20.39] and all that shit, if i got to take it\n[01:21.86] from a nigga\n[01:23.24] --shit, let him run for me then\n[01:24.59] --i can work for myself, don't have to\n[01:25.79] work for nobody, i'll be my own hustler\n[01:27.93] [b-real]\n[01:28.60] where can i roam to get my hustle on\n[01:29.56] killafornia, stacking the chips, got the full clips\n[01:30.79] loaded and cocked, i'm used to running with the glock\n[01:32.57] nina millimeter, lighting up the fucking block\n[01:34.69] now, who you gonna trust?, who can you trust?\n[01:36.74] i don't know, but if you coming on my corner\n[01:38.20] i think i'm gonna bust\n[01:38.91] you can't handle us, devious, dangerous\n[01:41.59] criminal mentality, insanity\n[01:44.11] i move weight, from state to state\n[01:46.12] all the niggas moving weights, can you relate?\n[01:48.90] [hustlers]\n[01:49.63] --damn, what's up, i see you\n[01:51.35] pushing that big time weight\n[01:53.40] --i told you, i wasn't bullshitting\n[01:54.02] --you coming up, aight!\n[01:55.12] --when i seen you three or four\n[01:56.25] months ago i told you\n[01:57.32] --got respect for a man now\n[01:58.56] --handle your shit!\n[01:59.70] [b-real]\n[02:00.59] where can i choose to get my hustle on?\n[02:02.45] in the alleyway, lighting up all night long\n[02:04.58] fuck working at mcd's, i'm rolling with the o.z's\n[02:08.09] in the qp's, puffing on trees\n[02:10.25] who can i trust?, who can you trust?\n[02:12.34] not that shady motherfucker in the city los scandalous\n[02:15.54] [hustlers]\n[02:16.34] --well, well, little man came up a little bit\n[02:17.94] --it feels good having money in the pocket\n[02:21.28] --fuck that nine to five bullshit, right?\n[02:22.54] --yeah, kick that shit to the curb\n[02:24.91] --but you got to look out for the scandalous motherfuckers\n[02:26.37] cuz niggas is tricky than a motherfucker\n[02:29.42] --yeah, but motherfuckers got to look out for us too\n[02:30.52] you know what i'm saying\n[02:33.14] i'm just as shisty as a nigga\n[02:35.66] --shit, set me up and niggas are gonna die\n[02:37.37] --you get set up back, cuz we ain't having that bullshit\n[02:39.69] --i got your back, you got mine, that goes without saying\n[02:41.38] --twenty-seven and mo' baby, twenty-seven and mo'\n[02:43.72] --let's get the fuck out of here\"\n[02:51.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Killafornia\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: 'Cypress Hill III: Temples of B'\n  duration_ms: 176927\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[b-real]'\n  start_ms: 11960\n  end_ms: 20150\n- text: living in the city of the scandalous\n  start_ms: 20150\n  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hustler\n[B-real]\nWhere can i roam to get my hustle on\nKillafornia, stacking the chips, got the full clips\nLoaded and cocked, i'm used to running with the glock\nNina millimeter, lighting up the fucking block\nNow, who you gonna trust?, who can you trust?\nI don't know, but if you coming on my corner\nI think i'm gonna bust\nYou can't handle us, devious, dangerous\nCriminal mentality, insanity\nI move weight, from state to state\nAll the niggas moving weights, can you relate?\n[Hustlers]\n--damn, what's up, i see you\nPushing that big time weight\n--i told you, i wasn't bullshitting\n--you coming up, aight!\n--when i seen you three or four\nMonths ago i told you\n--got respect for a man now\n--handle your shit!\n[B-real]\nWhere can i choose to get my hustle on?\nIn the alleyway, lighting up all night long\nFuck working at mcd's, i'm rolling with the o.z's\nIn the qp's, puffing on trees\nWho can i trust?, who can you trust?\nNot that shady motherfucker in the city los scandalous\n[Hustlers]\n--well, well, little man came up a little bit\n--it feels good having money in the pocket\n--fuck that nine to five bullshit, right?\n--yeah, kick that shit to the curb\n--but you got to look out for the scandalous motherfuckers\nCuz niggas is tricky than a motherfucker\n--yeah, but motherfuckers got to look out for us too\nYou know what i'm saying\nI'm just as shisty as a nigga\n--shit, set me up and niggas are gonna die\n--you get set up back, cuz we ain't having that bullshit\n--i got your back, you got mine, that goes without saying\n--twenty-seven and mo' baby, twenty-seven and mo'\n--let's get the fuck out of here\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:20.36] [B-real]\n[00:21.30] Living in the city of the scandalous\n[00:23.23] Shisty motherfuckers, can't even trust my own brothers\n[00:25.94] So who can i choose to trust, me, that's who\n[00:28.96] Niggas want a piece of the pie, fuck off and die!\n[00:31.49] Jealous, envious fools want to rush this\n[00:33.99] Loco, trooping ass nigga with the cash, shit\n[00:36.70] Motherfuckers just get your own, and leave mine alone\n[00:40.89] Forty-five places to get done\n[00:41.56] Send out your invitation\n[00:43.84] To the party of your elimination\n[00:44.49] I got peeps that play for keeps, (hardball)\n[00:49.09] Now i'm laying your ass down to sleep\n[00:52.13] But every hustler wants to be bawling\n[00:54.40] But i got the balls for the shot calling\n[00:59.46] I pull strings, the don king, only in america\n[00:59.99] Then i hustle, and flex my muscle\n[01:02.87] [Hustlers]\n[01:03.69] --yeah, man, i've been out here\n[01:04.75] Running game for eight years\n[01:05.90] --i know i'm getting tired of standing\n[01:09.02] On this corner\n[01:11.19] --nigga, i want a fat pad, and fly ass pool\n[01:18.21] Finest motherfucking bitches, jewels\n[01:26.22] And all that shit, if i got to take it\n[01:28.20] From a nigga\n[01:30.13] --shit, let him run for me then\n[01:30.85] --i can work for myself, don't have 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shit!\n[01:59.84] [B-real]\n[02:00.46] Where can i choose to get my hustle on?\n[02:02.57] In the alleyway, lighting up all night long\n[02:04.89] Fuck working at mcd's, i'm rolling with the o.z's\n[02:08.28] In the qp's, puffing on trees\n[02:10.52] Who can i trust?, who can you trust?\n[02:12.82] Not that shady motherfucker in the city los scandalous\n[02:15.58] [Hustlers]\n[02:16.38] --well, well, little man came up a little bit\n[02:17.60] --it feels good having money in the pocket\n[02:22.41] --fuck that nine to five bullshit, right?\n[02:23.06] --yeah, kick that shit to the curb\n[02:25.73] --but you got to look out for the scandalous motherfuckers\n[02:26.76] Cuz niggas is tricky than a motherfucker\n[02:30.12] --yeah, but motherfuckers got to look out for us too\n[02:30.55] You know what i'm saying\n[02:33.66] I'm just as shisty as a nigga\n[02:35.78] --shit, set me up and niggas are gonna die\n[02:36.48] --you get set up back, cuz we ain't having that bullshit\n[02:37.46] --i 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who\n  niggas want a piece of the pie, fuck off and die!\n  jealous, envious fools want to rush this\n  loco, trooping ass nigga with the cash, shit\n  motherfuckers just get your own, and leave mine alone\n  forty-five places to get done\n  send out your invitation\n  to the party of your elimination\n  i got peeps that play for keeps, (hardball)\n  now i'm laying your ass down to sleep\n  but every hustler wants to be bawling\n  but i got the balls for the shot calling\n  i pull strings, the don king, only in america\n  then i hustle, and flex my muscle\n  [hustlers]\n  --yeah, man, i've been out here\n  running game for eight years\n  --i know i'm getting tired of standing\n  on this corner\n  --nigga, i want a fat pad, and fly ass pool\n  finest motherfucking bitches, jewels\n  and all that shit, if i got to take it\n  from a nigga\n  --shit, let him run for me then\n  --i can work for myself, don't have to\n  work for nobody, i'll be my own hustler\n  [b-real]\n  where can i roam 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five bullshit, right?\nYeah, kick that shit to the curb\nBut you got to look out for the scandalous motherfuckers\n'cause niggas is tricky than a motherfucker\nYeah, but motherfuckers got to look out for us too\nYou know what I'm saying\nI'm just as shisty as a nigga\nShit, set me up and niggas are gonna die\nYou get set up back, 'cause we ain't having that bullshit\nI got your back, you got mine, that goes without saying\nTwenty-seven and mo' baby, twenty-seven and mo'\nLet's get the fuck out of here\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:21.04] Living in the city of the Scandalous\n[00:22.55] Shisty motherfuckers, can't even trust my own brothers\n[00:25.64] So who can I choose to trust, me, that's who\n[00:28.55] Niggas want a piece of the pie, fuck off and die!\n[00:31.08] Jealous, envious fools want to rush this\n[00:33.53] Loco, trooping ass nigga with the cash, shit\n[00:36.27] Motherfuckers just get your own, and leave mine alone\n[00:39.65] Forty-five places to get done\n[00:41.47] Send out your invitation\n[00:43.72] To the party of your elimination\n[00:46.28] I got peeps that play for keeps, (Hardball)\n[00:48.95] Now I'm laying your ass down to sleep\n[00:51.67] But every hustler wants to be bawling\n[00:54.19] But I got the balls for the shot calling\n[00:56.72] I pull strings, the Don King, only in America\n[01:00.20] Then I hustle, and flex my muscle\n[01:02.50] Yeah, man, I've been out here\n[01:04.05] running game for eight years\n[01:04.95] I know I'm getting tired of standing\n[01:06.54] on this corner\n[01:07.61] Nigga, I want a fat pad, and fly ass pool\n[01:12.94] Finest motherfucking bitches, jewels\n[01:13.93] and all that shit, if I got to take it\n[01:15.51] from a nigga\n[01:16.02] Shit, let him run for me then\n[01:17.43] I can work for myself, don't have to\n[01:20.23] work for nobody, I'll be my own hustler\n[01:23.17] Where can I roam to get my hustle on\n[01:25.47] Killafornia, stacking the chips, got the full clips\n[01:28.40] Loaded and cocked, I'm used to running with the Glock\n[01:30.76] Nina Millimeter, lighting up the fucking block\n[01:33.40] Now, who you gonna trust?, who can you trust?\n[01:35.73] I don't know, but if you coming on my corner\n[01:37.51] I think I'm gonna bust\n[01:38.84] You can't handle us, devious, dangerous\n[01:41.39] Criminal mentality, insanity\n[01:43.95] I move weight, from state to state\n[01:46.20] All the niggas moving weights, can you relate?\n[01:49.08] Damn, what's up, I see you\n[01:51.05] pushing that big time weight\n[01:52.02] I told you, I wasn't bullshitting\n[01:53.63] You coming up, alright!\n[01:55.11] When I seen you three or four\n[01:56.07] months ago I told you\n[01:56.93] Got respect for a man now\n[01:57.81] Handle your shit!\n[01:59.62] Where can I choose to get my hustle on?\n[02:01.91] In the alleyway, lighting up all night long\n[02:04.45] Fuck working at McD's, I'm rolling with the O.Z's\n[02:08.11] In the QP's, puffing on trees\n[02:10.21] Who can I trust?, who can you trust?\n[02:12.32] Not that shady motherfucker in the city Los Scandalous\n[02:15.72] Well, well, little man came up a little bit\n[02:18.77] It feels good having money in the pocket\n[02:20.85] Fuck that nine to five bullshit, right?\n[02:22.40] Yeah, kick that shit to the curb\n[02:24.27] But you got to look out for the scandalous motherfuckers\n[02:26.27] 'cause niggas is tricky than a motherfucker\n[02:28.66] Yeah, but motherfuckers got to look out for us too\n[02:30.96] You know what I'm saying\n[02:32.15] I'm just as shisty as a nigga\n[02:35.29] Shit, set me up and niggas are gonna die\n[02:37.95] You get set up back, 'cause we ain't having that bullshit\n[02:39.13] I got your back, you got mine, that goes without saying\n[02:43.84] Twenty-seven and mo' baby, twenty-seven and mo'\n[02:46.05] Let's get the fuck out of here\"","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Killafornia\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Cypress Hill/Black Sunday/III-Temples Of Boom\n  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Niggas want a piece of the pie, fuck off and die!\n[00:31.49] Jealous, envious fools want to rush this\n[00:33.99] Loco, trooping ass nigga with the cash, shit\n[00:36.70] Motherfuckers just get your own, and leave mine alone\n[00:40.89] Forty-five places to get done\n[00:41.56] Send out your invitation\n[00:43.84] To the party of your elimination\n[00:44.49] I got peeps that play for keeps, (hardball)\n[00:49.09] Now i'm laying your ass down to sleep\n[00:52.13] But every hustler wants to be bawling\n[00:54.40] But i got the balls for the shot calling\n[00:59.46] I pull strings, the don king, only in america\n[00:59.99] Then i hustle, and flex my muscle\n[01:02.87] [Hustlers]\n[01:03.69] --yeah, man, i've been out here\n[01:04.75] Running game for eight years\n[01:05.90] --i know i'm getting tired of standing\n[01:09.02] On this corner\n[01:11.19] --nigga, i want a fat pad, and fly ass pool\n[01:18.21] Finest motherfucking bitches, jewels\n[01:26.22] And all that shit, if i got to 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seen you three or four\n[01:56.97] Months ago i told you\n[01:57.92] --got respect for a man now\n[01:59.42] --handle your shit!\n[01:59.84] [B-real]\n[02:00.46] Where can i choose to get my hustle on?\n[02:02.57] In the alleyway, lighting up all night long\n[02:04.89] Fuck working at mcd's, i'm rolling with the o.z's\n[02:08.28] In the qp's, puffing on trees\n[02:10.52] Who can i trust?, who can you trust?\n[02:12.82] Not that shady motherfucker in the city los scandalous\n[02:15.58] [Hustlers]\n[02:16.38] --well, well, little man came up a little bit\n[02:17.60] --it feels good having money in the pocket\n[02:22.41] --fuck that nine to five bullshit, right?\n[02:23.06] --yeah, kick that shit to the curb\n[02:25.73] --but you got to look out for the scandalous motherfuckers\n[02:26.76] Cuz niggas is tricky than a motherfucker\n[02:30.12] --yeah, but motherfuckers got to look out for us too\n[02:30.55] You know what i'm saying\n[02:33.66] I'm just as shisty as a nigga\n[02:35.78] 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gonna die\n  start_ms: 155780\n  end_ms: 156480\n- text: --you get set up back, cuz we ain't having that bullshit\n  start_ms: 156480\n  end_ms: 157460\n- text: --i got your back, you got mine, that goes without saying\n  start_ms: 157460\n  end_ms: 159180\n- text: --twenty-seven and mo' baby, twenty-seven and mo'\n  start_ms: 159180\n  end_ms: 161270\n- text: --let's get the fuck out of here\"\n  start_ms: 161270\n  end_ms: 173320\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 173320\nplain: |-\n  [B-real]\n  Living in the city of the scandalous\n  Shisty motherfuckers, can't even trust my own brothers\n  So who can i choose to trust, me, that's who\n  Niggas want a piece of the pie, fuck off and die!\n  Jealous, envious fools want to rush this\n  Loco, trooping ass nigga with the cash, shit\n  Motherfuckers just get your own, and leave mine alone\n  Forty-five places to get done\n  Send out your invitation\n  To the party of your elimination\n  I got peeps that play for keeps, (hardball)\n  Now i'm laying 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up and niggas are gonna die\n--you get set up back, cuz we ain't having that bullshit\n--i got your back, you got mine, that goes without saying\n--twenty-seven and mo' baby, twenty-seven and mo'\n--let's get the fuck out of here\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:20.36] [B-real]\n[00:21.30] Living in the city of the scandalous\n[00:23.23] Shisty motherfuckers, can't even trust my own brothers\n[00:25.94] So who can i choose to trust, me, that's who\n[00:28.96] Niggas want a piece of the pie, fuck off and die!\n[00:31.49] Jealous, envious fools want to rush this\n[00:33.99] Loco, trooping ass nigga with the cash, shit\n[00:36.70] Motherfuckers just get your own, and leave mine alone\n[00:40.89] Forty-five places to get done\n[00:41.56] Send out your invitation\n[00:43.84] To the party of your elimination\n[00:44.49] I got peeps that play for keeps, (hardball)\n[00:49.09] Now i'm laying your ass down to sleep\n[00:52.13] But every hustler wants to be bawling\n[00:54.40] But i got the balls for the 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corner\n[01:38.75] I think i'm gonna bust\n[01:39.38] You can't handle us, devious, dangerous\n[01:41.69] Criminal mentality, insanity\n[01:44.15] I move weight, from state to state\n[01:46.44] All the niggas moving weights, can you relate?\n[01:49.14] [Hustlers]\n[01:49.64] --damn, what's up, i see you\n[01:51.94] Pushing that big time weight\n[01:54.28] --i told you, i wasn't bullshitting\n[01:54.64] --you coming up, aight!\n[01:55.81] --when i seen you three or four\n[01:56.97] Months ago i told you\n[01:57.92] --got respect for a man now\n[01:59.42] --handle your shit!\n[01:59.84] [B-real]\n[02:00.46] Where can i choose to get my hustle on?\n[02:02.57] In the alleyway, lighting up all night long\n[02:04.89] Fuck working at mcd's, i'm rolling with the o.z's\n[02:08.28] In the qp's, puffing on trees\n[02:10.52] Who can i trust?, who can you trust?\n[02:12.82] Not that shady motherfucker in the city los scandalous\n[02:15.58] [Hustlers]\n[02:16.38] --well, well, little man came up a 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up and niggas are gonna die\n--you get set up back, cuz we ain't having that bullshit\n--i got your back, you got mine, that goes without saying\n--twenty-seven and mo' baby, twenty-seven and mo'\n--let's get the fuck out of here\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:20.36] [B-real]\n[00:21.30] Living in the city of the scandalous\n[00:23.23] Shisty motherfuckers, can't even trust my own brothers\n[00:25.94] So who can i choose to trust, me, that's who\n[00:28.96] Niggas want a piece of the pie, fuck off and die!\n[00:31.49] Jealous, envious fools want to rush this\n[00:33.99] Loco, trooping ass nigga with the cash, shit\n[00:36.70] Motherfuckers just get your own, and leave mine alone\n[00:40.89] Forty-five places to get done\n[00:41.56] Send out your invitation\n[00:43.84] To the party of your elimination\n[00:44.49] I got peeps that play for keeps, (hardball)\n[00:49.09] Now i'm laying your ass down to sleep\n[00:52.13] But every hustler wants to be bawling\n[00:54.40] But i got the balls for the shot calling\n[00:59.46] I pull strings, the don king, only in america\n[00:59.99] Then i hustle, and flex my muscle\n[01:02.87] [Hustlers]\n[01:03.69] --yeah, man, i've been out here\n[01:04.75] Running game for eight years\n[01:05.90] --i know i'm getting tired of standing\n[01:09.02] On this corner\n[01:11.19] --nigga, i want a fat pad, and fly ass pool\n[01:18.21] Finest motherfucking bitches, jewels\n[01:26.22] And all that shit, if i got to take it\n[01:28.20] From a nigga\n[01:30.13] --shit, let him run for me then\n[01:30.85] --i can work for myself, don't have to\n[01:31.40] Work for nobody, i'll be my own hustler\n[01:32.02] [B-real]\n[01:32.62] Where can i roam to get my hustle on\n[01:33.55] Killafornia, stacking the chips, got the full clips\n[01:34.12] Loaded and cocked, i'm used to running with the glock\n[01:34.76] Nina millimeter, lighting up the fucking block\n[01:36.00] Now, who you gonna trust?, who can you trust?\n[01:37.49] I don't know, but if you coming on my corner\n[01:38.75] I think i'm gonna bust\n[01:39.38] You can't handle us, devious, dangerous\n[01:41.69] Criminal mentality, insanity\n[01:44.15] I move weight, from state to state\n[01:46.44] All the niggas moving weights, can you relate?\n[01:49.14] [Hustlers]\n[01:49.64] --damn, what's up, i see you\n[01:51.94] Pushing that big time weight\n[01:54.28] --i told you, i wasn't bullshitting\n[01:54.64] --you coming up, aight!\n[01:55.81] --when i seen you three or four\n[01:56.97] Months ago i told you\n[01:57.92] --got respect for a man now\n[01:59.42] --handle your shit!\n[01:59.84] [B-real]\n[02:00.46] Where can i choose to get my hustle on?\n[02:02.57] In the alleyway, lighting up all night long\n[02:04.89] Fuck working at mcd's, i'm rolling with the o.z's\n[02:08.28] In the qp's, puffing on trees\n[02:10.52] Who can i trust?, who can you trust?\n[02:12.82] Not that shady motherfucker in the city los scandalous\n[02:15.58] [Hustlers]\n[02:16.38] --well, well, little man came up a little bit\n[02:17.60] --it feels good having money in the pocket\n[02:22.41] --fuck that nine to five bullshit, right?\n[02:23.06] --yeah, kick that shit to the curb\n[02:25.73] --but you got to look out for the scandalous motherfuckers\n[02:26.76] Cuz niggas is tricky than a motherfucker\n[02:30.12] --yeah, but motherfuckers got to look out for us too\n[02:30.55] You know what i'm saying\n[02:33.66] I'm just as shisty as a nigga\n[02:35.78] --shit, set me up and niggas are gonna die\n[02:36.48] --you get set up back, cuz we ain't having that bullshit\n[02:37.46] --i got your back, you got mine, that goes without saying\n[02:39.18] --twenty-seven and mo' baby, twenty-seven and mo'\n[02:41.27] --let's get the fuck out of here\"\n[02:53.32] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Killafornia\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: III - Temples Of Boom\n  duration_ms: 183000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[B-real]'\n  start_ms: 20360\n  end_ms: 21300\n- text: Living in 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Niggas want a piece of the pie, fuck off and die!\n[00:31.49] Jealous, envious fools want to rush this\n[00:33.99] Loco, trooping ass nigga with the cash, shit\n[00:36.70] Motherfuckers just get your own, and leave mine alone\n[00:40.89] Forty-five places to get done\n[00:41.56] Send out your invitation\n[00:43.84] To the party of your elimination\n[00:44.49] I got peeps that play for keeps, (hardball)\n[00:49.09] Now i'm laying your ass down to sleep\n[00:52.13] But every hustler wants to be bawling\n[00:54.40] But i got the balls for the shot calling\n[00:59.46] I pull strings, the don king, only in america\n[00:59.99] Then i hustle, and flex my muscle\n[01:02.87] [Hustlers]\n[01:03.69] --yeah, man, i've been out here\n[01:04.75] Running game for eight years\n[01:05.90] --i know i'm getting tired of standing\n[01:09.02] On this corner\n[01:11.19] --nigga, i want a fat pad, and fly ass pool\n[01:18.21] Finest motherfucking bitches, jewels\n[01:26.22] And all that shit, if i got to take it\n[01:28.20] From a nigga\n[01:30.13] --shit, let him run for me then\n[01:30.85] --i can work for myself, don't have to\n[01:31.40] Work for nobody, i'll be my own hustler\n[01:32.02] [B-real]\n[01:32.62] Where can i roam to get my hustle on\n[01:33.55] Killafornia, stacking the chips, got the full clips\n[01:34.12] Loaded and cocked, i'm used to running with the glock\n[01:34.76] Nina millimeter, lighting up the fucking block\n[01:36.00] Now, who you gonna trust?, who can you trust?\n[01:37.49] I don't know, but if you coming on my corner\n[01:38.75] I think i'm gonna bust\n[01:39.38] You can't handle us, devious, dangerous\n[01:41.69] Criminal mentality, insanity\n[01:44.15] I move weight, from state to state\n[01:46.44] All the niggas moving weights, can you relate?\n[01:49.14] [Hustlers]\n[01:49.64] --damn, what's up, i see you\n[01:51.94] Pushing that big time weight\n[01:54.28] --i told you, i wasn't bullshitting\n[01:54.64] --you coming up, aight!\n[01:55.81] --when i seen you three or four\n[01:56.97] Months ago i told you\n[01:57.92] --got respect for a man now\n[01:59.42] --handle your shit!\n[01:59.84] [B-real]\n[02:00.46] Where can i choose to get my hustle on?\n[02:02.57] In the alleyway, lighting up all night long\n[02:04.89] Fuck working at mcd's, i'm rolling with the o.z's\n[02:08.28] In the qp's, puffing on trees\n[02:10.52] Who can i trust?, who can you trust?\n[02:12.82] Not that shady motherfucker in the city los scandalous\n[02:15.58] [Hustlers]\n[02:16.38] --well, well, little man came up a little bit\n[02:17.60] --it feels good having money in the pocket\n[02:22.41] --fuck that nine to five bullshit, right?\n[02:23.06] --yeah, kick that shit to the curb\n[02:25.73] --but you got to look out for the scandalous motherfuckers\n[02:26.76] Cuz niggas is tricky than a motherfucker\n[02:30.12] --yeah, but motherfuckers got to look out for us too\n[02:30.55] You know what i'm saying\n[02:33.66] I'm just as shisty as a nigga\n[02:35.78] 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ass down to sleep\n  But every hustler wants to be bawling\n  But i got the balls for the shot calling\n  I pull strings, the don king, only in america\n  Then i hustle, and flex my muscle\n  [Hustlers]\n  --yeah, man, i've been out here\n  Running game for eight years\n  --i know i'm getting tired of standing\n  On this corner\n  --nigga, i want a fat pad, and fly ass pool\n  Finest motherfucking bitches, jewels\n  And all that shit, if i got to take it\n  From a nigga\n  --shit, let him run for me then\n  --i can work for myself, don't have to\n  Work for nobody, i'll be my own hustler\n  [B-real]\n  Where can i roam to get my hustle on\n  Killafornia, stacking the chips, got the full clips\n  Loaded and cocked, i'm used to running with the glock\n  Nina millimeter, lighting up the fucking block\n  Now, who you gonna trust?, who can you trust?\n  I don't know, but if you coming on my corner\n  I think i'm gonna bust\n  You can't handle us, devious, dangerous\n  Criminal mentality, 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You know what i'm saying\n  I'm just as shisty as a nigga\n  --shit, set me up and niggas are gonna die\n  --you get set up back, cuz we ain't having that bullshit\n  --i got your back, you got mine, that goes without saying\n  --twenty-seven and mo' baby, twenty-seven and mo'\n  --let's get the fuck out of here\"\n"},{"id":29634203,"name":"Killafornia","trackName":"Killafornia","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"III: Temples Of Boom (CD 1)","duration":179.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[B-real]\nLiving in the city of the scandalous\nShisty motherfuckers, can't even trust my own brothers\nSo who can i choose to trust, me, that's who\nNiggas want a piece of the pie, fuck off and die!\nJealous, envious fools want to rush this\nLoco, trooping ass nigga with the cash, shit\nMotherfuckers just get your own, and leave mine alone\nForty-five places to get done\nSend out your invitation\nTo the party of your elimination\nI got peeps that play for keeps, 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weight, from state to state\nAll the niggas moving weights, can you relate?\n[Hustlers]\n--damn, what's up, i see you\nPushing that big time weight\n--i told you, i wasn't bullshitting\n--you coming up, aight!\n--when i seen you three or four\nMonths ago i told you\n--got respect for a man now\n--handle your shit!\n[B-real]\nWhere can i choose to get my hustle on?\nIn the alleyway, lighting up all night long\nFuck working at mcd's, i'm rolling with the o.z's\nIn the qp's, puffing on trees\nWho can i trust?, who can you trust?\nNot that shady motherfucker in the city los scandalous\n[Hustlers]\n--well, well, little man came up a little bit\n--it feels good having money in the pocket\n--fuck that nine to five bullshit, right?\n--yeah, kick that shit to the curb\n--but you got to look out for the scandalous motherfuckers\nCuz niggas is tricky than a motherfucker\n--yeah, but motherfuckers got to look out for us too\nYou know what i'm saying\nI'm just as shisty as a nigga\n--shit, set me up and niggas are gonna die\n--you get set up back, cuz we ain't having that bullshit\n--i got your back, you got mine, that goes without saying\n--twenty-seven and mo' baby, twenty-seven and mo'\n--let's get the fuck out of here\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:20.36] [B-real]\n[00:21.30] Living in the city of the scandalous\n[00:23.23] Shisty motherfuckers, can't even trust my own brothers\n[00:25.94] So who can i choose to trust, me, that's who\n[00:28.96] Niggas want a piece of the pie, fuck off and die!\n[00:31.49] Jealous, envious fools want to rush this\n[00:33.99] Loco, trooping ass nigga with the cash, shit\n[00:36.70] Motherfuckers just get your own, and leave mine alone\n[00:40.89] Forty-five places to get done\n[00:41.56] Send out your invitation\n[00:43.84] To the party of your elimination\n[00:44.49] I got peeps that play for keeps, (hardball)\n[00:49.09] Now i'm laying your ass down to sleep\n[00:52.13] But every hustler wants to be bawling\n[00:54.40] But i got the balls for the 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corner\n[01:38.75] I think i'm gonna bust\n[01:39.38] You can't handle us, devious, dangerous\n[01:41.69] Criminal mentality, insanity\n[01:44.15] I move weight, from state to state\n[01:46.44] All the niggas moving weights, can you relate?\n[01:49.14] [Hustlers]\n[01:49.64] --damn, what's up, i see you\n[01:51.94] Pushing that big time weight\n[01:54.28] --i told you, i wasn't bullshitting\n[01:54.64] --you coming up, aight!\n[01:55.81] --when i seen you three or four\n[01:56.97] Months ago i told you\n[01:57.92] --got respect for a man now\n[01:59.42] --handle your shit!\n[01:59.84] [B-real]\n[02:00.46] Where can i choose to get my hustle on?\n[02:02.57] In the alleyway, lighting up all night long\n[02:04.89] Fuck working at mcd's, i'm rolling with the o.z's\n[02:08.28] In the qp's, puffing on trees\n[02:10.52] Who can i trust?, who can you trust?\n[02:12.82] Not that shady motherfucker in the city los scandalous\n[02:15.58] [Hustlers]\n[02:16.38] --well, well, little man came up a little bit\n[02:17.60] --it feels good having money in the pocket\n[02:22.41] --fuck that nine to five bullshit, right?\n[02:23.06] --yeah, kick that shit to the curb\n[02:25.73] --but you got to look out for the scandalous motherfuckers\n[02:26.76] Cuz niggas is tricky than a motherfucker\n[02:30.12] --yeah, but motherfuckers got to look out for us too\n[02:30.55] You know what i'm saying\n[02:33.66] I'm just as shisty as a nigga\n[02:35.78] --shit, set me up and niggas are gonna die\n[02:36.48] --you get set up back, cuz we ain't having that bullshit\n[02:37.46] --i got your back, you got mine, that goes without saying\n[02:39.18] --twenty-seven and mo' baby, twenty-seven and mo'\n[02:41.27] --let's get the fuck out of here\"\n[02:53.32] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Killafornia\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: 'III: Temples Of Boom (CD 1)'\n  duration_ms: 179000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[B-real]'\n  start_ms: 20360\n  end_ms: 21300\n- text: 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Shisty motherfuckers, can't even trust my own brothers\n  So who can i choose to trust, me, that's who\n  Niggas want a piece of the pie, fuck off and die!\n  Jealous, envious fools want to rush this\n  Loco, trooping ass nigga with the cash, shit\n  Motherfuckers just get your own, and leave mine alone\n  Forty-five places to get done\n  Send out your invitation\n  To the party of your elimination\n  I got peeps that play for keeps, (hardball)\n  Now i'm laying your ass down to sleep\n  But every hustler wants to be bawling\n  But i got the balls for the shot calling\n  I pull strings, the don king, only in america\n  Then i hustle, and flex my muscle\n  [Hustlers]\n  --yeah, man, i've been out here\n  Running game for eight years\n  --i know i'm getting tired of standing\n  On this corner\n  --nigga, i want a fat pad, and fly ass pool\n  Finest motherfucking bitches, jewels\n  And all that shit, if i got to take it\n  From a nigga\n  --shit, let him run for me then\n  --i can work 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o.z's\nIn the qp's, puffing on trees\nWho can i trust?, who can you trust?\nNot that shady motherfucker in the city los scandalous\n[Hustlers]\n--well, well, little man came up a little bit\n--it feels good having money in the pocket\n--fuck that nine to five bullshit, right?\n--yeah, kick that shit to the curb\n--but you got to look out for the scandalous motherfuckers\nCuz niggas is tricky than a motherfucker\n--yeah, but motherfuckers got to look out for us too\nYou know what i'm saying\nI'm just as shisty as a nigga\n--shit, set me up and niggas are gonna die\n--you get set up back, cuz we ain't having that bullshit\n--i got your back, you got mine, that goes without saying\n--twenty-seven and mo' baby, twenty-seven and mo'\n--let's get the fuck out of here\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:20.36] [B-real]\n[00:21.30] Living in the city of the scandalous\n[00:23.23] Shisty motherfuckers, can't even trust my own brothers\n[00:25.94] So who can i choose to trust, me, that's who\n[00:28.96] Niggas want a piece of the pie, fuck off and die!\n[00:31.49] Jealous, envious fools want to rush this\n[00:33.99] Loco, trooping ass nigga with the cash, shit\n[00:36.70] Motherfuckers just get your own, and leave mine alone\n[00:40.89] Forty-five places to get done\n[00:41.56] Send out your invitation\n[00:43.84] To the party of your elimination\n[00:44.49] I got peeps that play for keeps, (hardball)\n[00:49.09] Now i'm laying your ass down to sleep\n[00:52.13] But every hustler wants to be bawling\n[00:54.40] But i got the balls for the shot calling\n[00:59.46] I pull strings, the don king, only in america\n[00:59.99] Then i hustle, and flex my muscle\n[01:02.87] [Hustlers]\n[01:03.69] --yeah, man, i've been out here\n[01:04.75] Running game for eight years\n[01:05.90] --i know i'm getting tired of standing\n[01:09.02] On this corner\n[01:11.19] --nigga, i want a fat pad, and fly ass pool\n[01:18.21] Finest motherfucking bitches, jewels\n[01:26.22] And all that shit, if i got to take it\n[01:28.20] From a nigga\n[01:30.13] --shit, let him run for me then\n[01:30.85] --i can work for myself, don't have to\n[01:31.40] Work for nobody, i'll be my own hustler\n[01:32.02] [B-real]\n[01:32.62] Where can i roam to get my hustle on\n[01:33.55] Killafornia, stacking the chips, got the full clips\n[01:34.12] Loaded and cocked, i'm used to running with the glock\n[01:34.76] Nina millimeter, lighting up the fucking block\n[01:36.00] Now, who you gonna trust?, who can you trust?\n[01:37.49] I don't know, but if you coming on my corner\n[01:38.75] I think i'm gonna bust\n[01:39.38] You can't handle us, devious, dangerous\n[01:41.69] Criminal mentality, insanity\n[01:44.15] I move weight, from state to state\n[01:46.44] All the niggas moving weights, can you relate?\n[01:49.14] [Hustlers]\n[01:49.64] --damn, what's up, i see you\n[01:51.94] Pushing that big time weight\n[01:54.28] --i told you, i wasn't bullshitting\n[01:54.64] --you coming up, aight!\n[01:55.81] --when i seen you three or four\n[01:56.97] Months ago i told you\n[01:57.92] --got respect for a man now\n[01:59.42] --handle your shit!\n[01:59.84] [B-real]\n[02:00.46] Where can i choose to get my hustle on?\n[02:02.57] In the alleyway, lighting up all night long\n[02:04.89] Fuck working at mcd's, i'm rolling with the o.z's\n[02:08.28] In the qp's, puffing on trees\n[02:10.52] Who can i trust?, who can you trust?\n[02:12.82] Not that shady motherfucker in the city los scandalous\n[02:15.58] [Hustlers]\n[02:16.38] --well, well, little man came up a little bit\n[02:17.60] --it feels good having money in the pocket\n[02:22.41] --fuck that nine to five bullshit, right?\n[02:23.06] --yeah, kick that shit to the curb\n[02:25.73] --but you got to look out for the scandalous motherfuckers\n[02:26.76] Cuz niggas is tricky than a motherfucker\n[02:30.12] --yeah, but motherfuckers got to look out for us too\n[02:30.55] You know what i'm saying\n[02:33.66] I'm just as shisty as a nigga\n[02:35.78] --shit, set me up and niggas are gonna die\n[02:36.48] --you get set up back, cuz we ain't having that bullshit\n[02:37.46] --i got your back, you got mine, that goes without saying\n[02:39.18] --twenty-seven and mo' baby, twenty-seven and mo'\n[02:41.27] --let's get the fuck out of here\"\n[02:53.32] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Killafornia\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: 'III: Temples of Boom'\n  duration_ms: 246000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[B-real]'\n  start_ms: 20360\n  end_ms: 21300\n- text: Living in the city of the scandalous\n  start_ms: 21300\n  end_ms: 23230\n- text: Shisty motherfuckers, can't even trust my own brothers\n  start_ms: 23230\n  end_ms: 25940\n- text: So who can i choose to trust, me, that's who\n  start_ms: 25940\n  end_ms: 28960\n- text: Niggas want a piece of the pie, fuck off and die!\n  start_ms: 28960\n  end_ms: 31490\n- text: Jealous, envious fools want to rush this\n  start_ms: 31490\n  end_ms: 33990\n- text: 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You know what i'm saying\n  I'm just as shisty as a nigga\n  --shit, set me up and niggas are gonna die\n  --you get set up back, cuz we ain't having that bullshit\n  --i got your back, you got mine, that goes without saying\n  --twenty-seven and mo' baby, twenty-seven and mo'\n  --let's get the fuck out of here\"\n"},{"id":30896107,"name":"Killafornia","trackName":"Killafornia","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"III: Temples of Boom (Japan Edition)","duration":177.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[B-real]\nLiving in the city of the scandalous\nShisty motherfuckers, can't even trust my own brothers\nSo who can i choose to trust, me, that's who\nNiggas want a piece of the pie, fuck off and die!\nJealous, envious fools want to rush this\nLoco, trooping ass nigga with the cash, shit\nMotherfuckers just get your own, and leave mine alone\nForty-five places to get done\nSend out your invitation\nTo the party of your elimination\nI got peeps that play for keeps, (hardball)\nNow i'm laying your ass down to sleep\nBut every hustler wants to be bawling\nBut i got the balls for the shot calling\nI pull strings, the don king, only in america\nThen i hustle, and flex my muscle\n[Hustlers]\n--yeah, man, i've been out here\nRunning game for eight years\n--i know i'm getting tired of standing\nOn this corner\n--nigga, i want a fat pad, and fly ass pool\nFinest motherfucking bitches, jewels\nAnd all that shit, if i got to take it\nFrom a nigga\n--shit, let him run for me then\n--i can work for myself, don't have to\nWork for nobody, i'll be my own hustler\n[B-real]\nWhere can i roam to get my hustle on\nKillafornia, stacking the chips, got the full clips\nLoaded and cocked, i'm used to running with the glock\nNina millimeter, lighting up the fucking block\nNow, who you gonna trust?, who can you trust?\nI don't know, but if you coming on my corner\nI think i'm gonna bust\nYou can't handle us, devious, dangerous\nCriminal mentality, insanity\nI move weight, from state to state\nAll the niggas moving weights, can you relate?\n[Hustlers]\n--damn, what's up, i see you\nPushing that big time weight\n--i told you, i wasn't bullshitting\n--you coming up, aight!\n--when i seen you three or four\nMonths ago i told you\n--got respect for a man now\n--handle your shit!\n[B-real]\nWhere can i choose to get my hustle on?\nIn the alleyway, lighting up all night long\nFuck working at mcd's, i'm rolling with the o.z's\nIn the qp's, puffing on trees\nWho can i trust?, who can you trust?\nNot that shady motherfucker in the city los scandalous\n[Hustlers]\n--well, well, little man came up a little bit\n--it feels good having money in the pocket\n--fuck that nine to five bullshit, right?\n--yeah, kick that shit to the curb\n--but you got to look out for the scandalous motherfuckers\nCuz niggas is tricky than a motherfucker\n--yeah, but motherfuckers got to look out for us too\nYou know what i'm saying\nI'm just as shisty as a nigga\n--shit, set me up and niggas are gonna die\n--you get set up back, cuz we ain't having that bullshit\n--i got your back, you got mine, that goes without saying\n--twenty-seven and mo' baby, twenty-seven and mo'\n--let's get the fuck out of here\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:20.36] [B-real]\n[00:21.30] Living in the city of the scandalous\n[00:23.23] Shisty motherfuckers, can't even trust my own brothers\n[00:25.94] So who can i choose to trust, me, that's who\n[00:28.96] Niggas want a piece of the pie, fuck off and die!\n[00:31.49] Jealous, envious fools want to rush this\n[00:33.99] Loco, trooping ass nigga with the cash, shit\n[00:36.70] Motherfuckers just get your own, and leave mine alone\n[00:40.89] Forty-five places to get done\n[00:41.56] Send out your invitation\n[00:43.84] To the party of your elimination\n[00:44.49] I got peeps that play for keeps, (hardball)\n[00:49.09] Now i'm laying your ass down to sleep\n[00:52.13] But every hustler wants to be bawling\n[00:54.40] But i got the balls for the shot calling\n[00:59.46] I pull strings, the don king, only in america\n[00:59.99] Then i hustle, and flex my muscle\n[01:02.87] [Hustlers]\n[01:03.69] --yeah, man, i've been out here\n[01:04.75] Running game for eight years\n[01:05.90] --i know i'm getting tired of standing\n[01:09.02] On this corner\n[01:11.19] --nigga, i want a fat pad, and fly ass pool\n[01:18.21] Finest motherfucking bitches, jewels\n[01:26.22] And all that shit, if i got to take it\n[01:28.20] From a nigga\n[01:30.13] --shit, let him run for me then\n[01:30.85] --i can work for myself, don't have to\n[01:31.40] Work for nobody, i'll be my own hustler\n[01:32.02] [B-real]\n[01:32.62] Where can i roam to get my hustle on\n[01:33.55] Killafornia, stacking the chips, got the full clips\n[01:34.12] Loaded and cocked, i'm used to running with the glock\n[01:34.76] Nina millimeter, lighting up the fucking block\n[01:36.00] Now, who you gonna trust?, who can you trust?\n[01:37.49] I don't know, but if you coming on my corner\n[01:38.75] I think i'm gonna bust\n[01:39.38] You can't handle us, devious, dangerous\n[01:41.69] Criminal mentality, insanity\n[01:44.15] I move weight, from state to state\n[01:46.44] All the niggas moving weights, can you relate?\n[01:49.14] [Hustlers]\n[01:49.64] --damn, what's up, i see you\n[01:51.94] Pushing that big time weight\n[01:54.28] --i told you, i wasn't bullshitting\n[01:54.64] --you coming up, aight!\n[01:55.81] --when i seen you three or four\n[01:56.97] Months ago i told you\n[01:57.92] --got respect for a man now\n[01:59.42] --handle your shit!\n[01:59.84] [B-real]\n[02:00.46] Where can i choose to get my hustle on?\n[02:02.57] In the alleyway, lighting up all night long\n[02:04.89] Fuck working at mcd's, i'm rolling with the o.z's\n[02:08.28] In the qp's, puffing on trees\n[02:10.52] Who can i trust?, who can you trust?\n[02:12.82] Not that shady motherfucker in the city los scandalous\n[02:15.58] [Hustlers]\n[02:16.38] --well, well, little man came up a little bit\n[02:17.60] --it feels good having money in the pocket\n[02:22.41] --fuck that nine to five bullshit, right?\n[02:23.06] --yeah, kick that shit to the curb\n[02:25.73] --but you got to look out for the scandalous motherfuckers\n[02:26.76] Cuz niggas is tricky than a motherfucker\n[02:30.12] --yeah, but motherfuckers got to look out for us too\n[02:30.55] You know what i'm saying\n[02:33.66] I'm just as shisty as a nigga\n[02:35.78] --shit, set me up and niggas are gonna die\n[02:36.48] --you get set up back, cuz we ain't having that bullshit\n[02:37.46] --i got your back, you got mine, that goes without saying\n[02:39.18] --twenty-seven and mo' baby, twenty-seven and mo'\n[02:41.27] --let's get the fuck out of here\"\n[02:53.32] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Killafornia\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: 'III: Temples of Boom (Japan Edition)'\n  duration_ms: 177000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[B-real]'\n  start_ms: 20360\n  end_ms: 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Shisty motherfuckers, can't even trust my own brothers\n  So who can i choose to trust, me, that's who\n  Niggas want a piece of the pie, fuck off and die!\n  Jealous, envious fools want to rush this\n  Loco, trooping ass nigga with the cash, shit\n  Motherfuckers just get your own, and leave mine alone\n  Forty-five places to get done\n  Send out your invitation\n  To the party of your elimination\n  I got peeps that play for keeps, (hardball)\n  Now i'm laying your ass down to sleep\n  But every hustler wants to be bawling\n  But i got the balls for the shot calling\n  I pull strings, the don king, only in america\n  Then i hustle, and flex my muscle\n  [Hustlers]\n  --yeah, man, i've been out here\n  Running game for eight years\n  --i know i'm getting tired of standing\n  On this corner\n  --nigga, i want a fat pad, and fly ass pool\n  Finest motherfucking bitches, jewels\n  And all that shit, if i got to take it\n  From a nigga\n  --shit, let him run for me then\n  --i can work 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