[{"id":20362729,"name":"Stank Ass Hoe","trackName":"Stank Ass Hoe","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Cypress Hill - The Essential Cypress Hill","duration":569.234286,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Sen Dog)\nHa ha ha ha ha ha ha\nOnce again, ha ha ha\nWe back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n\n(B-Real)\nNow all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\nKeep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\nAnd yo CDs, you see these\nNiggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\nHill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\nThe rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\nI got double platinum records on the wall\nWhile you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\nCats wanna try me, you must be high\nCause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\nGimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\nAny little title you got, I'm takin it\nYou can't have it, you didn't earn it\nSpit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\nSuckas wanna floss and play the big boss\nWhat movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\nWhat role are you playin? I'm only sayin\nYou're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in\nPlayin you, playin you, and playin you\nDecayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nPunk slow yo role\nYou're nothin but a clone\nWith nothin to show\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nNeed a style of your own\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)\nLeave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)\nPunk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)\n\n(B-Real)\nNow look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine\nShakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind\nPlease don't mind me, you'll find me\nRollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these\nWell OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble\nNice ones, I gotta be out on the double\nI'll be in that corner table wit my homies\nGettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies\nHuh, what you askin? Do I got plastic\nTo buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\nDo I got a big home? Do I live alone?\nCan I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\nShe wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\nAround her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\nI don't think so, you stink, hoe\nThe chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\nPlease back up, I know you look good\nBut that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n(Ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nTryin to get dough\nLeave me alone\nCause you can't roll\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nNut ridin pro\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nA stank ass hoe\nLeave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\nYou can't roll (You can't roll)\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nA stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\nYou're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n(Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n(Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n\n(B-Real)\nHere goes another example to begin it\nWith a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\nWhen I look at me, I look and see\nHow long it took for you to throw the book at me\nDamn that shit hurts, but I put in work\nThese niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\nAnd smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\nAnd put the anti-bacterial assault down\nKill germs that wanna test, they want the best\nComparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\nNever settle for stress, or wack rappers\nI'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n(Punk ass nigga)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nKnockin on my door\nLeave me alone\nCause you got no soul\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\nNeed to find a place to go\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nDon't touch the microphone\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nLeave me alone\nGot no place to go\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n(Humming)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.67] (Sen Dog)\n[00:05.55] Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n[00:07.48] Once again, ha ha ha\n[00:09.15] We back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n[00:10.42] (B-Real)\n[00:11.42] Now all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\n[00:13.28] Keep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\n[00:15.07] And yo CDs, you see these\n[00:17.44] Niggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\n[00:19.86] Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\n[00:22.45] The rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\n[00:24.74] I got double platinum records on the wall\n[00:27.00] While you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\n[00:29.56] Cats wanna try me, you must be high\n[00:32.21] Cause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\n[00:34.77] Gimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\n[00:37.44] Any little title you got, I'm takin it\n[00:39.48] You can't have it, you didn't earn it\n[00:42.01] Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\n[00:44.34] Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss\n[00:46.62] What movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\n[00:49.11] What role are you playin? I'm only sayin\n[00:51.66] You're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in\n[00:54.16] Playin you, playin you, and playin you\n[00:56.55] Decayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)\n[00:58.81] (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n[01:00.27] You're a weak ass hoe\n[01:02.52] Punk slow yo role\n[01:04.90] You're nothin but a clone\n[01:07.53] With nothin to show\n[01:09.42] You're a weak ass hoe\n[01:11.77] Need a style of your own\n[01:14.29] You're a weak ass hoe\n[01:16.40] You're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)\n[01:20.11] Leave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)\n[01:23.12] Punk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)\n[01:25.82] You're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)\n[01:28.30] You're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)\n[01:30.09] (B-Real)\n[01:30.86] Now look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine\n[01:32.76] Shakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind\n[01:33.84] Please don't mind me, you'll find me\n[01:35.11] Rollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these\n[01:38.07] Well OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble\n[01:40.71] Nice ones, I gotta be out on the double\n[01:43.12] I'll be in that corner table wit my homies\n[01:45.54] Gettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies\n[01:47.94] Huh, what you askin? Do I got plastic\n[01:50.51] To buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\n[01:53.05] Do I got a big home? Do I live alone?\n[01:55.08] Can I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\n[01:57.63] She wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\n[02:00.46] Around her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\n[02:02.65] I don't think so, you stink, hoe\n[02:05.19] The chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\n[02:07.52] Please back up, I know you look good\n[02:10.17] But that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n[02:13.17] (Ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n[02:15.45] (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n[02:16.47] You're a stank ass hoe\n[02:18.60] Tryin to get dough\n[02:20.97] Leave me alone\n[02:23.33] Cause you can't roll\n[02:25.40] You're a stank ass hoe\n[02:28.77] Nut ridin pro\n[02:30.45] You're a stank ass hoe\n[02:33.02] A stank ass hoe\n[02:35.50] Leave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\n[02:38.95] You can't roll (You can't roll)\n[02:41.31] You're a stank ass hoe\n[02:42.87] A stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\n[02:45.51] You're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n[02:48.86] (Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n[02:54.88] (Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n[02:56.89] (B-Real)\n[02:57.47] Here goes another example to begin it\n[02:59.00] With a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\n[03:01.53] When I look at me, I look and see\n[03:03.91] How long it took for you to throw the book at me\n[03:06.41] Damn that shit hurts, but I put in work\n[03:08.88] These niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\n[03:11.30] And smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\n[03:13.65] And put the anti-bacterial assault down\n[03:16.05] Kill germs that wanna test, they want the best\n[03:18.75] Comparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\n[03:20.95] Never settle for stress, or wack rappers\n[03:23.58] I'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n[03:26.32] (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n[03:29.02] (Punk ass nigga)\n[03:29.83] You're a bitch ass hoe\n[03:30.18] Knockin on my door\n[03:32.03] Leave me alone\n[03:33.50] Cause you got no soul\n[03:36.22] You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n[03:39.43] Need to find a place to go\n[03:41.28] You're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\n[03:44.77] You're a bitch ass hoe\n[03:46.35] Don't touch the microphone\n[03:48.59] You're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\n[03:51.03] You're a bitch ass hoe\n[03:53.27] Leave me alone\n[03:55.86] Got no place to go\n[03:58.25] You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n[04:00.83] (Humming)\n[04:01.35] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stank Ass Hoe\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Cypress Hill - The Essential Cypress Hill\n  duration_ms: 569234\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Sen Dog)\n  start_ms: 1670\n  end_ms: 5550\n- text: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n  start_ms: 5550\n  end_ms: 7480\n- text: Once again, ha ha ha\n  start_ms: 7480\n  end_ms: 9150\n- text: We back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n  start_ms: 9150\n  end_ms: 10420\n- text: (B-Real)\n  start_ms: 10420\n  end_ms: 11420\n- text: Now all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\n  start_ms: 11420\n  end_ms: 13280\n- text: Keep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\n  start_ms: 13280\n  end_ms: 15070\n- text: And yo CDs, you see these\n  start_ms: 15070\n  end_ms: 17440\n- text: Niggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\n  start_ms: 17440\n  end_ms: 19860\n- text: Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\n  start_ms: 19860\n  end_ms: 22450\n- text: The rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\n  start_ms: 22450\n  end_ms: 24740\n- text: I got double platinum records on the wall\n  start_ms: 24740\n  end_ms: 27000\n- text: While you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\n  start_ms: 27000\n  end_ms: 29560\n- text: Cats wanna try me, you must be high\n  start_ms: 29560\n  end_ms: 32210\n- text: Cause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\n  start_ms: 32210\n  end_ms: 34770\n- text: Gimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\n  start_ms: 34770\n  end_ms: 37440\n- text: Any little title you got, I'm takin it\n  start_ms: 37440\n  end_ms: 39480\n- text: You can't have it, you didn't earn it\n  start_ms: 39480\n  end_ms: 42010\n- text: Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\n  start_ms: 42010\n  end_ms: 44340\n- text: Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss\n  start_ms: 44340\n  end_ms: 46620\n- text: What movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\n  start_ms: 46620\n  end_ms: 49110\n- text: What role are you playin? 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text: I'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n  start_ms: 203580\n  end_ms: 206320\n- text: '(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))'\n  start_ms: 206320\n  end_ms: 209020\n- text: (Punk ass nigga)\n  start_ms: 209020\n  end_ms: 209830\n- text: You're a bitch ass hoe\n  start_ms: 209830\n  end_ms: 210180\n- text: Knockin on my door\n  start_ms: 210180\n  end_ms: 212030\n- text: Leave me alone\n  start_ms: 212030\n  end_ms: 213500\n- text: Cause you got no soul\n  start_ms: 213500\n  end_ms: 216220\n- text: You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n  start_ms: 216220\n  end_ms: 219430\n- text: Need to find a place to go\n  start_ms: 219430\n  end_ms: 221280\n- text: You're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\n  start_ms: 221280\n  end_ms: 224770\n- text: You're a bitch ass hoe\n  start_ms: 224770\n  end_ms: 226350\n- text: Don't touch the microphone\n  start_ms: 226350\n  end_ms: 228590\n- text: You're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\n  start_ms: 228590\n  end_ms: 231030\n- text: You're a bitch ass hoe\n  start_ms: 231030\n  end_ms: 233270\n- text: Leave me alone\n  start_ms: 233270\n  end_ms: 235860\n- text: Got no place to go\n  start_ms: 235860\n  end_ms: 238250\n- text: You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n  start_ms: 238250\n  end_ms: 240830\n- text: (Humming)\n  start_ms: 240830\n  end_ms: 241350\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 241350\nplain: |-\n  (Sen Dog)\n  Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n  Once again, ha ha ha\n  We back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n\n  (B-Real)\n  Now all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\n  Keep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\n  And yo CDs, you see these\n  Niggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\n  Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\n  The rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\n  I got double platinum records on the wall\n  While you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\n  Cats wanna try me, you must be high\n  Cause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\n  Gimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\n  Any little title you got, I'm takin it\n  You can't have it, you didn't earn it\n  Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\n  Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss\n  What movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\n  What role are you playin? I'm only sayin\n  You're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in\n  Playin you, playin you, and playin you\n  Decayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  Punk slow yo role\n  You're nothin but a clone\n  With nothin to show\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  Need a style of your own\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)\n  Leave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)\n  Punk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)\n\n  (B-Real)\n  Now look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine\n  Shakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind\n  Please don't mind me, you'll find me\n  Rollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these\n  Well OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble\n  Nice ones, I gotta be out on the double\n  I'll be in that corner table wit my homies\n  Gettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies\n  Huh, what you askin? Do I got plastic\n  To buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\n  Do I got a big home? Do I live alone?\n  Can I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\n  She wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\n  Around her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\n  I don't think so, you stink, hoe\n  The chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\n  Please back up, I know you look good\n  But that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n  (Ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  Tryin to get dough\n  Leave me alone\n  Cause you can't roll\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  Nut ridin pro\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  A stank ass hoe\n  Leave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\n  You can't roll (You can't roll)\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  A stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\n  You're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n  (Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n  (Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n\n  (B-Real)\n  Here goes another example to begin it\n  With a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\n  When I look at me, I look and see\n  How long it took for you to throw the book at me\n  Damn that shit hurts, but I put in work\n  These niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\n  And smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\n  And put the anti-bacterial assault down\n  Kill germs that wanna test, they want the best\n  Comparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\n  Never settle for stress, or wack rappers\n  I'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  (Punk ass nigga)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Knockin on my door\n  Leave me alone\n  Cause you got no soul\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n  Need to find a place to go\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Don't touch the microphone\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Leave me alone\n  Got no place to go\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n  (Humming)\n"},{"id":7318896,"name":"Stank Ass Hoe","trackName":"Stank Ass Hoe","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"The Essential Cypress Hill","duration":255.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Sen Dog)\nHa ha ha ha ha ha ha\nOnce again, ha ha ha\nWe back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n\n(B-Real)\nNow all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\nKeep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\nAnd yo CDs, you see these\nNiggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\nHill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\nThe rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\nI got double platinum records on the wall\nWhile you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\nCats wanna try me, you must be high\nCause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\nGimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\nAny little title you got, I'm takin it\nYou can't have it, you didn't earn it\nSpit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\nSuckas wanna floss and play the big boss\nWhat movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\nWhat role are you playin? I'm only sayin\nYou're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in\nPlayin you, playin you, and playin you\nDecayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nPunk slow yo role\nYou're nothin but a clone\nWith nothin to show\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nNeed a style of your own\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)\nLeave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)\nPunk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)\n\n(B-Real)\nNow look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine\nShakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind\nPlease don't mind me, you'll find me\nRollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these\nWell OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble\nNice ones, I gotta be out on the double\nI'll be in that corner table wit my homies\nGettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies\nHuh, what you askin? Do I got plastic\nTo buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\nDo I got a big home? Do I live alone?\nCan I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\nShe wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\nAround her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\nI don't think so, you stink, hoe\nThe chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\nPlease back up, I know you look good\nBut that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n(Ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nTryin to get dough\nLeave me alone\nCause you can't roll\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nNut ridin pro\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nA stank ass hoe\nLeave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\nYou can't roll (You can't roll)\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nA stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\nYou're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n(Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n(Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n\n(B-Real)\nHere goes another example to begin it\nWith a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\nWhen I look at me, I look and see\nHow long it took for you to throw the book at me\nDamn that shit hurts, but I put in work\nThese niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\nAnd smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\nAnd put the anti-bacterial assault down\nKill germs that wanna test, they want the best\nComparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\nNever settle for stress, or wack rappers\nI'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n(Punk ass nigga)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nKnockin on my door\nLeave me alone\nCause you got no soul\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\nNeed to find a place to go\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nDon't touch the microphone\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nLeave me alone\nGot no place to go\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n(Humming)","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.96] (Sen Dog)\n[00:10.79] Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n[00:11.67] Once again, ha ha ha\n[00:12.59] We back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n[00:14.34] (B-Real)\n[00:16.10] Now all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\n[00:17.01] Keep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\n[00:18.09] And yo CDs, you see these\n[00:18.82] Niggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\n[00:19.82] Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\n[00:21.60] The rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\n[00:24.33] I got double platinum records on the wall\n[00:26.15] While you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\n[00:28.80] Cats wanna try me, you must be high\n[00:31.52] Cause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\n[00:34.22] Gimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\n[00:36.96] Any little title you got, I'm takin it\n[00:38.72] You can't have it, you didn't earn it\n[00:41.36] Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\n[00:44.00] Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss\n[00:45.89] What movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\n[00:48.55] What role are you playin? I'm only sayin\n[00:51.28] You're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in\n[00:53.09] Playin you, playin you, and playin you\n[00:55.75] Decayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)\n[00:58.44] (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n[01:02.94] You're a weak ass hoe\n[01:03.84] Punk slow yo role\n[01:04.74] You're nothin but a clone\n[01:06.58] With nothin to show\n[01:09.24] You're a weak ass hoe\n[01:11.92] Need a style of your own\n[01:13.77] You're a weak ass hoe\n[01:16.52] You're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)\n[01:19.22] Leave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)\n[01:21.94] Punk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)\n[01:23.76] You're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)\n[01:26.47] You're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)\n[01:28.29] (B-Real)\n[01:29.18] Now look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine\n[01:30.92] Shakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind\n[01:32.72] Please don't mind me, you'll find me\n[01:34.58] Rollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these\n[01:37.28] Well OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble\n[01:39.90] Nice ones, I gotta be out on the double\n[01:41.70] I'll be in that corner table wit my homies\n[01:44.46] Gettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies\n[01:47.13] Huh, what you askin? Do I got plastic\n[01:49.86] To buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\n[01:52.62] Do I got a big home? Do I live alone?\n[01:54.45] Can I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\n[01:57.15] She wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\n[01:59.88] Around her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\n[02:01.67] I don't think so, you stink, hoe\n[02:04.36] The chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\n[02:07.07] Please back up, I know you look good\n[02:09.76] But that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n[02:12.43] (Ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n[02:16.01] (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n[02:16.95] You're a stank ass hoe\n[02:18.74] Tryin to get dough\n[02:20.58] Leave me alone\n[02:22.35] Cause you can't roll\n[02:25.09] You're a stank ass hoe\n[02:27.72] Nut ridin pro\n[02:30.48] You're a stank ass hoe\n[02:32.33] A stank ass hoe\n[02:35.08] Leave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\n[02:38.65] You can't roll (You can't roll)\n[02:40.43] You're a stank ass hoe\n[02:42.27] A stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\n[02:44.97] You're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n[02:47.65] (Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n[02:54.86] (Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n[02:56.66] (B-Real)\n[02:57.55] Here goes another example to begin it\n[02:58.46] With a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\n[03:01.12] When I look at me, I look and see\n[03:03.89] How long it took for you to throw the book at me\n[03:05.63] Damn that shit hurts, but I put in work\n[03:08.35] These niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\n[03:11.04] And smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\n[03:12.88] And put the anti-bacterial assault down\n[03:15.53] Kill germs that wanna test, they want the best\n[03:18.22] Comparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\n[03:20.04] Never settle for stress, or wack rappers\n[03:22.80] I'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n[03:25.58] (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n[03:27.37] (Punk ass nigga)\n[03:28.22] You're a bitch ass hoe\n[03:30.03] Knockin on my door\n[03:30.92] Leave me alone\n[03:34.51] Cause you got no soul\n[03:36.39] You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n[03:39.01] Need to find a place to go\n[03:40.83] You're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\n[03:43.57] You're a bitch ass hoe\n[03:46.25] Don't touch the microphone\n[03:48.02] You're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\n[03:50.72] You're a bitch ass hoe\n[03:53.48] Leave me alone\n[03:56.29] Got no place to go\n[03:58.00] You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n[04:00.73] (Humming)\n[04:11.56] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stank Ass Hoe\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: The Essential Cypress Hill\n  duration_ms: 255000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Sen Dog)\n  start_ms: 8960\n  end_ms: 10790\n- text: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n  start_ms: 10790\n  end_ms: 11670\n- text: Once again, ha ha ha\n  start_ms: 11670\n  end_ms: 12590\n- text: We back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n  start_ms: 12590\n  end_ms: 14340\n- text: (B-Real)\n  start_ms: 14340\n  end_ms: 16100\n- text: Now all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\n  start_ms: 16100\n  end_ms: 17010\n- text: Keep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\n  start_ms: 17010\n  end_ms: 18090\n- text: And yo CDs, you see these\n  start_ms: 18090\n  end_ms: 18820\n- text: Niggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\n  start_ms: 18820\n  end_ms: 19820\n- text: Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\n  start_ms: 19820\n  end_ms: 21600\n- text: The rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\n  start_ms: 21600\n  end_ms: 24330\n- text: I got double platinum records on the wall\n  start_ms: 24330\n  end_ms: 26150\n- text: While you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\n  start_ms: 26150\n  end_ms: 28800\n- text: Cats wanna try me, you must be high\n  start_ms: 28800\n  end_ms: 31520\n- text: Cause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\n  start_ms: 31520\n  end_ms: 34220\n- text: Gimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\n  start_ms: 34220\n  end_ms: 36960\n- text: Any little title you got, I'm takin it\n  start_ms: 36960\n  end_ms: 38720\n- text: You can't have it, you didn't earn it\n  start_ms: 38720\n  end_ms: 41360\n- text: Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\n  start_ms: 41360\n  end_ms: 44000\n- text: Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss\n  start_ms: 44000\n  end_ms: 45890\n- text: What movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\n  start_ms: 45890\n  end_ms: 48550\n- text: What role are you playin? 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you fakin it\n  Any little title you got, I'm takin it\n  You can't have it, you didn't earn it\n  Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\n  Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss\n  What movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\n  What role are you playin? I'm only sayin\n  You're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in\n  Playin you, playin you, and playin you\n  Decayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  Punk slow yo role\n  You're nothin but a clone\n  With nothin to show\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  Need a style of your own\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)\n  Leave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)\n  Punk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)\n\n  (B-Real)\n  Now look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine\n  Shakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind\n  Please don't mind me, you'll find me\n  Rollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these\n  Well OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble\n  Nice ones, I gotta be out on the double\n  I'll be in that corner table wit my homies\n  Gettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies\n  Huh, what you askin? Do I got plastic\n  To buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\n  Do I got a big home? Do I live alone?\n  Can I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\n  She wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\n  Around her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\n  I don't think so, you stink, hoe\n  The chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\n  Please back up, I know you look good\n  But that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n  (Ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  Tryin to get dough\n  Leave me alone\n  Cause you can't roll\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  Nut ridin pro\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  A stank ass hoe\n  Leave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\n  You can't roll (You can't roll)\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  A stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\n  You're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n  (Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n  (Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n\n  (B-Real)\n  Here goes another example to begin it\n  With a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\n  When I look at me, I look and see\n  How long it took for you to throw the book at me\n  Damn that shit hurts, but I put in work\n  These niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\n  And smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\n  And put the anti-bacterial assault down\n  Kill germs that wanna test, they want the best\n  Comparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\n  Never settle for stress, or wack rappers\n  I'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  (Punk ass nigga)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Knockin on my door\n  Leave me alone\n  Cause you got no soul\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n  Need to find a place to go\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Don't touch the microphone\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Leave me alone\n  Got no place to go\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n  (Humming)\n"},{"id":2138721,"name":"Stank Ass Hoe","trackName":"Stank Ass Hoe","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"The Essential Cypress Hill","duration":310.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Sen Dog)\nHa ha ha ha ha ha ha\nOnce again, ha ha ha\nWe back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n\n(B-Real)\nNow all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\nKeep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\nAnd yo CDs, you see these\nNiggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\nHill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\nThe rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\nI got double platinum records on the wall\nWhile you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\nCats wanna try me, you must be high\nCause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\nGimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\nAny little title you got, I'm takin it\nYou can't have it, you didn't earn it\nSpit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\nSuckas wanna floss and play the big boss\nWhat movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\nWhat role are you playin? I'm only sayin\nYou're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in\nPlayin you, playin you, and playin you\nDecayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nPunk slow yo role\nYou're nothin but a clone\nWith nothin to show\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nNeed a style of your own\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)\nLeave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)\nPunk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)\n\n(B-Real)\nNow look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine\nShakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind\nPlease don't mind me, you'll find me\nRollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these\nWell OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble\nNice ones, I gotta be out on the double\nI'll be in that corner table wit my homies\nGettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies\nHuh, what you askin? Do I got plastic\nTo buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\nDo I got a big home? Do I live alone?\nCan I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\nShe wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\nAround her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\nI don't think so, you stink, hoe\nThe chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\nPlease back up, I know you look good\nBut that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n(Ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nTryin to get dough\nLeave me alone\nCause you can't roll\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nNut ridin pro\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nA stank ass hoe\nLeave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\nYou can't roll (You can't roll)\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nA stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\nYou're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n(Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n(Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n\n(B-Real)\nHere goes another example to begin it\nWith a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\nWhen I look at me, I look and see\nHow long it took for you to throw the book at me\nDamn that shit hurts, but I put in work\nThese niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\nAnd smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\nAnd put the anti-bacterial assault down\nKill germs that wanna test, they want the best\nComparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\nNever settle for stress, or wack rappers\nI'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n(Punk ass nigga)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nKnockin on my door\nLeave me alone\nCause you got no soul\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\nNeed to find a place to go\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nDon't touch the microphone\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nLeave me alone\nGot no place to go\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n(Humming)","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.99] (Sen Dog)\n[00:10.78] Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n[00:11.63] Once again, ha ha ha\n[00:12.56] We back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n[00:14.30] (B-Real)\n[00:16.17] Now all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\n[00:17.08] Keep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\n[00:18.01] And yo CDs, you see these\n[00:18.88] Niggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\n[00:19.80] Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\n[00:21.65] The rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\n[00:24.34] I got double platinum records on the wall\n[00:26.15] While you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\n[00:28.87] Cats wanna try me, you must be high\n[00:31.57] Cause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\n[00:34.24] Gimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\n[00:36.98] Any little title you got, I'm takin it\n[00:38.77] You can't have it, you didn't earn it\n[00:41.38] Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\n[00:44.03] Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss\n[00:45.83] What movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\n[00:48.58] What role are you playin? I'm only sayin\n[00:51.26] You're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in\n[00:53.02] Playin you, playin you, and playin you\n[00:55.77] Decayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)\n[00:58.42] (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n[01:02.96] You're a weak ass hoe\n[01:03.80] Punk slow yo role\n[01:04.77] You're nothin but a clone\n[01:06.53] With nothin to show\n[01:09.26] You're a weak ass hoe\n[01:11.97] Need a style of your own\n[01:13.71] You're a weak ass hoe\n[01:16.59] You're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)\n[01:19.23] Leave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)\n[01:21.92] Punk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)\n[01:23.77] You're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)\n[01:26.42] You're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)\n[01:28.23] (B-Real)\n[01:29.14] Now look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine\n[01:30.93] Shakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind\n[01:32.79] Please don't mind me, you'll find me\n[01:34.59] Rollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these\n[01:37.29] Well OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble\n[01:39.96] Nice ones, I gotta be out on the double\n[01:41.76] I'll be in that corner table wit my homies\n[01:44.43] Gettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies\n[01:47.14] Huh, what you askin? Do I got plastic\n[01:49.84] To buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\n[01:52.62] Do I got a big home? Do I live alone?\n[01:54.47] Can I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\n[01:57.18] She wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\n[01:59.80] Around her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\n[02:01.64] I don't think so, you stink, hoe\n[02:04.30] The chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\n[02:07.07] Please back up, I know you look good\n[02:09.76] But that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n[02:12.48] (Ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n[02:16.07] (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n[02:16.93] You're a stank ass hoe\n[02:18.70] Tryin to get dough\n[02:20.53] Leave me alone\n[02:22.30] Cause you can't roll\n[02:25.02] You're a stank ass hoe\n[02:27.73] Nut ridin pro\n[02:30.44] You're a stank ass hoe\n[02:32.34] A stank ass hoe\n[02:35.01] Leave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\n[02:38.66] You can't roll (You can't roll)\n[02:40.48] You're a stank ass hoe\n[02:42.26] A stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\n[02:44.99] You're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n[02:47.67] (Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n[02:54.85] (Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n[02:56.68] (B-Real)\n[02:57.54] Here goes another example to begin it\n[02:58.42] With a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\n[03:01.12] When I look at me, I look and see\n[03:03.88] How long it took for you to throw the book at me\n[03:05.67] Damn that shit hurts, but I put in work\n[03:08.34] These niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\n[03:11.06] And smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\n[03:12.85] And put the anti-bacterial assault down\n[03:15.54] Kill germs that wanna test, they want the best\n[03:18.20] Comparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\n[03:20.06] Never settle for stress, or wack rappers\n[03:22.81] I'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n[03:25.57] (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n[03:27.33] (Punk ass nigga)\n[03:28.28] You're a bitch ass hoe\n[03:30.01] Knockin on my door\n[03:30.94] Leave me alone\n[03:34.52] Cause you got no soul\n[03:36.31] You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n[03:39.06] Need to find a place to go\n[03:40.86] You're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\n[03:43.55] You're a bitch ass hoe\n[03:46.21] Don't touch the microphone\n[03:48.07] You're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\n[03:50.72] You're a bitch ass hoe\n[03:53.49] Leave me alone\n[03:56.23] Got no place to go\n[03:58.02] You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n[04:00.77] (Humming)\n[04:11.59] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stank Ass Hoe\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: The Essential Cypress Hill\n  duration_ms: 310000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Sen Dog)\n  start_ms: 8990\n  end_ms: 10780\n- text: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n  start_ms: 10780\n  end_ms: 11630\n- text: Once again, ha ha ha\n  start_ms: 11630\n  end_ms: 12560\n- text: We back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n  start_ms: 12560\n  end_ms: 14300\n- text: (B-Real)\n  start_ms: 14300\n  end_ms: 16170\n- text: Now all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\n  start_ms: 16170\n  end_ms: 17080\n- text: Keep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\n  start_ms: 17080\n  end_ms: 18010\n- text: And yo CDs, you see these\n  start_ms: 18010\n  end_ms: 18880\n- text: Niggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\n  start_ms: 18880\n  end_ms: 19800\n- text: Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\n  start_ms: 19800\n  end_ms: 21650\n- text: The rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\n  start_ms: 21650\n  end_ms: 24340\n- text: I got double platinum records on the wall\n  start_ms: 24340\n  end_ms: 26150\n- text: While you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\n  start_ms: 26150\n  end_ms: 28870\n- text: Cats wanna try me, you must be high\n  start_ms: 28870\n  end_ms: 31570\n- text: Cause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\n  start_ms: 31570\n  end_ms: 34240\n- text: Gimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\n  start_ms: 34240\n  end_ms: 36980\n- text: Any little title you got, I'm takin it\n  start_ms: 36980\n  end_ms: 38770\n- text: You can't have it, you didn't earn it\n  start_ms: 38770\n  end_ms: 41380\n- text: Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\n  start_ms: 41380\n  end_ms: 44030\n- text: Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss\n  start_ms: 44030\n  end_ms: 45830\n- text: What movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\n  start_ms: 45830\n  end_ms: 48580\n- text: What role are you playin? 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You're a bitch ass hoe\n  start_ms: 230720\n  end_ms: 233490\n- text: Leave me alone\n  start_ms: 233490\n  end_ms: 236230\n- text: Got no place to go\n  start_ms: 236230\n  end_ms: 238020\n- text: You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n  start_ms: 238020\n  end_ms: 240770\n- text: (Humming)\n  start_ms: 240770\n  end_ms: 251590\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 251590\nplain: |-\n  (Sen Dog)\n  Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n  Once again, ha ha ha\n  We back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n\n  (B-Real)\n  Now all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\n  Keep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\n  And yo CDs, you see these\n  Niggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\n  Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\n  The rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\n  I got double platinum records on the wall\n  While you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\n  Cats wanna try me, you must be high\n  Cause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\n  Gimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\n  Any little title you got, I'm takin it\n  You can't have it, you didn't earn it\n  Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\n  Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss\n  What movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\n  What role are you playin? I'm only sayin\n  You're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in\n  Playin you, playin you, and playin you\n  Decayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  Punk slow yo role\n  You're nothin but a clone\n  With nothin to show\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  Need a style of your own\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)\n  Leave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)\n  Punk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)\n\n  (B-Real)\n  Now look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine\n  Shakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind\n  Please don't mind me, you'll find me\n  Rollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these\n  Well OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble\n  Nice ones, I gotta be out on the double\n  I'll be in that corner table wit my homies\n  Gettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies\n  Huh, what you askin? Do I got plastic\n  To buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\n  Do I got a big home? Do I live alone?\n  Can I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\n  She wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\n  Around her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\n  I don't think so, you stink, hoe\n  The chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\n  Please back up, I know you look good\n  But that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n  (Ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  Tryin to get dough\n  Leave me alone\n  Cause you can't roll\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  Nut ridin pro\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  A stank ass hoe\n  Leave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\n  You can't roll (You can't roll)\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  A stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\n  You're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n  (Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n  (Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n\n  (B-Real)\n  Here goes another example to begin it\n  With a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\n  When I look at me, I look and see\n  How long it took for you to throw the book at me\n  Damn that shit hurts, but I put in work\n  These niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\n  And smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\n  And put the anti-bacterial assault down\n  Kill germs that wanna test, they want the best\n  Comparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\n  Never settle for stress, or wack rappers\n  I'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  (Punk ass nigga)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Knockin on my door\n  Leave me alone\n  Cause you got no soul\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n  Need to find a place to go\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Don't touch the microphone\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Leave me alone\n  Got no place to go\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n  (Humming)\n"},{"id":26640381,"name":"Stank Ass Hoe","trackName":"Stank Ass Hoe","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"The Essential Cypress Hill","duration":260.760417,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Sen Dog)\nHa ha ha ha ha ha ha\nOnce again, ha ha ha\nWe back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n\n(B-Real)\nNow all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\nKeep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\nAnd yo CDs, you see these\nNiggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\nHill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\nThe rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\nI got double platinum records on the wall\nWhile you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\nCats wanna try me, you must be high\nCause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\nGimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\nAny little title you got, I'm takin it\nYou can't have it, you didn't earn it\nSpit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\nSuckas wanna floss and play the big boss\nWhat movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\nWhat role are you playin? I'm only sayin\nYou're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in\nPlayin you, playin you, and playin you\nDecayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nPunk slow yo role\nYou're nothin but a clone\nWith nothin to show\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nNeed a style of your own\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)\nLeave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)\nPunk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)\n\n(B-Real)\nNow look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine\nShakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind\nPlease don't mind me, you'll find me\nRollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these\nWell OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble\nNice ones, I gotta be out on the double\nI'll be in that corner table wit my homies\nGettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies\nHuh, what you askin? Do I got plastic\nTo buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\nDo I got a big home? Do I live alone?\nCan I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\nShe wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\nAround her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\nI don't think so, you stink, hoe\nThe chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\nPlease back up, I know you look good\nBut that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n(Ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nTryin to get dough\nLeave me alone\nCause you can't roll\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nNut ridin pro\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nA stank ass hoe\nLeave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\nYou can't roll (You can't roll)\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nA stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\nYou're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n(Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n(Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n\n(B-Real)\nHere goes another example to begin it\nWith a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\nWhen I look at me, I look and see\nHow long it took for you to throw the book at me\nDamn that shit hurts, but I put in work\nThese niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\nAnd smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\nAnd put the anti-bacterial assault down\nKill germs that wanna test, they want the best\nComparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\nNever settle for stress, or wack rappers\nI'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n(Punk ass nigga)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nKnockin on my door\nLeave me alone\nCause you got no soul\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\nNeed to find a place to go\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nDon't touch the microphone\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nLeave me alone\nGot no place to go\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n(Humming)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.67] (Sen Dog)\n[00:05.55] Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n[00:07.48] Once again, ha ha ha\n[00:09.15] We back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n[00:10.42] (B-Real)\n[00:11.42] Now all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\n[00:13.28] Keep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\n[00:15.07] And yo CDs, you see these\n[00:17.44] Niggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\n[00:19.86] Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\n[00:22.45] The rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\n[00:24.74] I got double platinum records on the wall\n[00:27.00] While you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\n[00:29.56] Cats wanna try me, you must be high\n[00:32.21] Cause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\n[00:34.77] Gimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\n[00:37.44] Any little title you got, I'm takin it\n[00:39.48] You can't have it, you didn't earn it\n[00:42.01] Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\n[00:44.34] Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss\n[00:46.62] What movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\n[00:49.11] What role are you playin? I'm only sayin\n[00:51.66] You're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in\n[00:54.16] Playin you, playin you, and playin you\n[00:56.55] Decayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)\n[00:58.81] (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n[01:00.27] You're a weak ass hoe\n[01:02.52] Punk slow yo role\n[01:04.90] You're nothin but a clone\n[01:07.53] With nothin to show\n[01:09.42] You're a weak ass hoe\n[01:11.77] Need a style of your own\n[01:14.29] You're a weak ass hoe\n[01:16.40] You're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)\n[01:20.11] Leave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)\n[01:23.12] Punk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)\n[01:25.82] You're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)\n[01:28.30] You're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)\n[01:30.09] (B-Real)\n[01:30.86] Now look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine\n[01:32.76] Shakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind\n[01:33.84] Please don't mind me, you'll find me\n[01:35.11] Rollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these\n[01:38.07] Well OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble\n[01:40.71] Nice ones, I gotta be out on the double\n[01:43.12] I'll be in that corner table wit my homies\n[01:45.54] Gettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies\n[01:47.94] Huh, what you askin? Do I got plastic\n[01:50.51] To buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\n[01:53.05] Do I got a big home? Do I live alone?\n[01:55.08] Can I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\n[01:57.63] She wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\n[02:00.46] Around her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\n[02:02.65] I don't think so, you stink, hoe\n[02:05.19] The chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\n[02:07.52] Please back up, I know you look good\n[02:10.17] But that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n[02:13.17] (Ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n[02:15.45] (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n[02:16.47] You're a stank ass hoe\n[02:18.60] Tryin to get dough\n[02:20.97] Leave me alone\n[02:23.33] Cause you can't roll\n[02:25.40] You're a stank ass hoe\n[02:28.77] Nut ridin pro\n[02:30.45] You're a stank ass hoe\n[02:33.02] A stank ass hoe\n[02:35.50] Leave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\n[02:38.95] You can't roll (You can't roll)\n[02:41.31] You're a stank ass hoe\n[02:42.87] A stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\n[02:45.51] You're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n[02:48.86] (Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n[02:54.88] (Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n[02:56.89] (B-Real)\n[02:57.47] Here goes another example to begin it\n[02:59.00] With a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\n[03:01.53] When I look at me, I look and see\n[03:03.91] How long it took for you to throw the book at me\n[03:06.41] Damn that shit hurts, but I put in work\n[03:08.88] These niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\n[03:11.30] And smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\n[03:13.65] And put the anti-bacterial assault down\n[03:16.05] Kill germs that wanna test, they want the best\n[03:18.75] Comparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\n[03:20.95] Never settle for stress, or wack rappers\n[03:23.58] I'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n[03:26.32] (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n[03:29.02] (Punk ass nigga)\n[03:29.83] You're a bitch ass hoe\n[03:30.18] Knockin on my door\n[03:32.03] Leave me alone\n[03:33.50] Cause you got no soul\n[03:36.22] You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n[03:39.43] Need to find a place to go\n[03:41.28] You're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\n[03:44.77] You're a bitch ass hoe\n[03:46.35] Don't touch the microphone\n[03:48.59] You're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\n[03:51.03] You're a bitch ass hoe\n[03:53.27] Leave me alone\n[03:55.86] Got no place to go\n[03:58.25] You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n[04:00.83] (Humming)\n[04:01.35] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stank Ass Hoe\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: The Essential Cypress Hill\n  duration_ms: 260760\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Sen Dog)\n  start_ms: 1670\n  end_ms: 5550\n- text: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n  start_ms: 5550\n  end_ms: 7480\n- text: Once again, ha ha ha\n  start_ms: 7480\n  end_ms: 9150\n- text: We back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n  start_ms: 9150\n  end_ms: 10420\n- text: (B-Real)\n  start_ms: 10420\n  end_ms: 11420\n- text: Now all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\n  start_ms: 11420\n  end_ms: 13280\n- text: Keep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\n  start_ms: 13280\n  end_ms: 15070\n- text: And yo CDs, you see these\n  start_ms: 15070\n  end_ms: 17440\n- text: Niggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\n  start_ms: 17440\n  end_ms: 19860\n- text: Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\n  start_ms: 19860\n  end_ms: 22450\n- text: The rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\n  start_ms: 22450\n  end_ms: 24740\n- text: I got double platinum records on the wall\n  start_ms: 24740\n  end_ms: 27000\n- text: While you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\n  start_ms: 27000\n  end_ms: 29560\n- text: Cats wanna try me, you must be high\n  start_ms: 29560\n  end_ms: 32210\n- text: Cause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\n  start_ms: 32210\n  end_ms: 34770\n- text: Gimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\n  start_ms: 34770\n  end_ms: 37440\n- text: Any little title you got, I'm takin it\n  start_ms: 37440\n  end_ms: 39480\n- text: You can't have it, you didn't earn it\n  start_ms: 39480\n  end_ms: 42010\n- text: Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\n  start_ms: 42010\n  end_ms: 44340\n- text: Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss\n  start_ms: 44340\n  end_ms: 46620\n- text: What movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\n  start_ms: 46620\n  end_ms: 49110\n- text: What role are you playin? 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Do I got plastic\n  start_ms: 107940\n  end_ms: 110510\n- text: To buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\n  start_ms: 110510\n  end_ms: 113050\n- text: Do I got a big home? 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you fakin it\n  Any little title you got, I'm takin it\n  You can't have it, you didn't earn it\n  Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\n  Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss\n  What movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\n  What role are you playin? I'm only sayin\n  You're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in\n  Playin you, playin you, and playin you\n  Decayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  Punk slow yo role\n  You're nothin but a clone\n  With nothin to show\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  Need a style of your own\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)\n  Leave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)\n  Punk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)\n\n  (B-Real)\n  Now look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine\n  Shakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind\n  Please don't mind me, you'll find me\n  Rollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these\n  Well OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble\n  Nice ones, I gotta be out on the double\n  I'll be in that corner table wit my homies\n  Gettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies\n  Huh, what you askin? Do I got plastic\n  To buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\n  Do I got a big home? Do I live alone?\n  Can I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\n  She wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\n  Around her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\n  I don't think so, you stink, hoe\n  The chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\n  Please back up, I know you look good\n  But that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n  (Ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  Tryin to get dough\n  Leave me alone\n  Cause you can't roll\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  Nut ridin pro\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  A stank ass hoe\n  Leave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\n  You can't roll (You can't roll)\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  A stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\n  You're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n  (Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n  (Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n\n  (B-Real)\n  Here goes another example to begin it\n  With a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\n  When I look at me, I look and see\n  How long it took for you to throw the book at me\n  Damn that shit hurts, but I put in work\n  These niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\n  And smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\n  And put the anti-bacterial assault down\n  Kill germs that wanna test, they want the best\n  Comparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\n  Never settle for stress, or wack rappers\n  I'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  (Punk ass nigga)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Knockin on my door\n  Leave me alone\n  Cause you got no soul\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n  Need to find a place to go\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Don't touch the microphone\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Leave me alone\n  Got no place to go\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n  (Humming)\n"},{"id":6683765,"name":"Stank Ass Hoe","trackName":"Stank Ass Hoe","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"The Essential Cypress Hill (CD2)","duration":255.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Sen Dog)\nHa ha ha ha ha ha ha\nOnce again, ha ha ha\nWe back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n\n(B-Real)\nNow all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\nKeep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\nAnd yo CDs, you see these\nNiggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\nHill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\nThe rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\nI got double platinum records on the wall\nWhile you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\nCats wanna try me, you must be high\nCause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\nGimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\nAny little title you got, I'm takin it\nYou can't have it, you didn't earn it\nSpit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\nSuckas wanna floss and play the big boss\nWhat movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\nWhat role are you playin? I'm only sayin\nYou're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in\nPlayin you, playin you, and playin you\nDecayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nPunk slow yo role\nYou're nothin but a clone\nWith nothin to show\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nNeed a style of your own\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)\nLeave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)\nPunk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)\n\n(B-Real)\nNow look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine\nShakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind\nPlease don't mind me, you'll find me\nRollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these\nWell OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble\nNice ones, I gotta be out on the double\nI'll be in that corner table wit my homies\nGettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies\nHuh, what you askin? Do I got plastic\nTo buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\nDo I got a big home? Do I live alone?\nCan I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\nShe wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\nAround her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\nI don't think so, you stink, hoe\nThe chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\nPlease back up, I know you look good\nBut that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n(Ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nTryin to get dough\nLeave me alone\nCause you can't roll\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nNut ridin pro\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nA stank ass hoe\nLeave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\nYou can't roll (You can't roll)\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nA stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\nYou're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n(Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n(Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n\n(B-Real)\nHere goes another example to begin it\nWith a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\nWhen I look at me, I look and see\nHow long it took for you to throw the book at me\nDamn that shit hurts, but I put in work\nThese niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\nAnd smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\nAnd put the anti-bacterial assault down\nKill germs that wanna test, they want the best\nComparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\nNever settle for stress, or wack rappers\nI'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n(Punk ass nigga)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nKnockin on my door\nLeave me alone\nCause you got no soul\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\nNeed to find a place to go\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nDon't touch the microphone\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nLeave me alone\nGot no place to go\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n(Humming)","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.96] (Sen Dog)\n[00:10.79] Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n[00:11.67] Once again, ha ha ha\n[00:12.59] We back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n[00:14.34] (B-Real)\n[00:16.10] Now all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\n[00:17.01] Keep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\n[00:18.09] And yo CDs, you see these\n[00:18.82] Niggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\n[00:19.82] Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\n[00:21.60] The rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\n[00:24.33] I got double platinum records on the wall\n[00:26.15] While you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\n[00:28.80] Cats wanna try me, you must be high\n[00:31.52] Cause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\n[00:34.22] Gimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\n[00:36.96] Any little title you got, I'm takin it\n[00:38.72] You can't have it, you didn't earn it\n[00:41.36] Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\n[00:44.00] Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss\n[00:45.89] What movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\n[00:48.55] What role are you playin? I'm only sayin\n[00:51.28] You're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in\n[00:53.09] Playin you, playin you, and playin you\n[00:55.75] Decayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)\n[00:58.44] (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n[01:02.94] You're a weak ass hoe\n[01:03.84] Punk slow yo role\n[01:04.74] You're nothin but a clone\n[01:06.58] With nothin to show\n[01:09.24] You're a weak ass hoe\n[01:11.92] Need a style of your own\n[01:13.77] You're a weak ass hoe\n[01:16.52] You're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)\n[01:19.22] Leave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)\n[01:21.94] Punk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)\n[01:23.76] You're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)\n[01:26.47] You're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)\n[01:28.29] (B-Real)\n[01:29.18] Now look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine\n[01:30.92] Shakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind\n[01:32.72] Please don't mind me, you'll find me\n[01:34.58] Rollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these\n[01:37.28] Well OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble\n[01:39.90] Nice ones, I gotta be out on the double\n[01:41.70] I'll be in that corner table wit my homies\n[01:44.46] Gettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies\n[01:47.13] Huh, what you askin? Do I got plastic\n[01:49.86] To buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\n[01:52.62] Do I got a big home? Do I live alone?\n[01:54.45] Can I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\n[01:57.15] She wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\n[01:59.88] Around her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\n[02:01.67] I don't think so, you stink, hoe\n[02:04.36] The chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\n[02:07.07] Please back up, I know you look good\n[02:09.76] But that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n[02:12.43] (Ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n[02:16.01] (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n[02:16.95] You're a stank ass hoe\n[02:18.74] Tryin to get dough\n[02:20.58] Leave me alone\n[02:22.35] Cause you can't roll\n[02:25.09] You're a stank ass hoe\n[02:27.72] Nut ridin pro\n[02:30.48] You're a stank ass hoe\n[02:32.33] A stank ass hoe\n[02:35.08] Leave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\n[02:38.65] You can't roll (You can't roll)\n[02:40.43] You're a stank ass hoe\n[02:42.27] A stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\n[02:44.97] You're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n[02:47.65] (Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n[02:54.86] (Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n[02:56.66] (B-Real)\n[02:57.55] Here goes another example to begin it\n[02:58.46] With a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\n[03:01.12] When I look at me, I look and see\n[03:03.89] How long it took for you to throw the book at me\n[03:05.63] Damn that shit hurts, but I put in work\n[03:08.35] These niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\n[03:11.04] And smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\n[03:12.88] And put the anti-bacterial assault down\n[03:15.53] Kill germs that wanna test, they want the best\n[03:18.22] Comparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\n[03:20.04] Never settle for stress, or wack rappers\n[03:22.80] I'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n[03:25.58] (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n[03:27.37] (Punk ass nigga)\n[03:28.22] You're a bitch ass hoe\n[03:30.03] Knockin on my door\n[03:30.92] Leave me alone\n[03:34.51] Cause you got no soul\n[03:36.39] You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n[03:39.01] Need to find a place to go\n[03:40.83] You're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\n[03:43.57] You're a bitch ass hoe\n[03:46.25] Don't touch the microphone\n[03:48.02] You're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\n[03:50.72] You're a bitch ass hoe\n[03:53.48] Leave me alone\n[03:56.29] Got no place to go\n[03:58.00] You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n[04:00.73] (Humming)\n[04:11.56] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stank Ass Hoe\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: The Essential Cypress Hill (CD2)\n  duration_ms: 255000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Sen Dog)\n  start_ms: 8960\n  end_ms: 10790\n- text: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n  start_ms: 10790\n  end_ms: 11670\n- text: Once again, ha ha ha\n  start_ms: 11670\n  end_ms: 12590\n- text: We back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n  start_ms: 12590\n  end_ms: 14340\n- text: (B-Real)\n  start_ms: 14340\n  end_ms: 16100\n- text: Now all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\n  start_ms: 16100\n  end_ms: 17010\n- text: Keep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\n  start_ms: 17010\n  end_ms: 18090\n- text: And yo CDs, you see these\n  start_ms: 18090\n  end_ms: 18820\n- text: Niggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\n  start_ms: 18820\n  end_ms: 19820\n- text: Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\n  start_ms: 19820\n  end_ms: 21600\n- text: The rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\n  start_ms: 21600\n  end_ms: 24330\n- text: I got double platinum records on the wall\n  start_ms: 24330\n  end_ms: 26150\n- text: While you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\n  start_ms: 26150\n  end_ms: 28800\n- text: Cats wanna try me, you must be high\n  start_ms: 28800\n  end_ms: 31520\n- text: Cause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\n  start_ms: 31520\n  end_ms: 34220\n- text: Gimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\n  start_ms: 34220\n  end_ms: 36960\n- text: Any little title you got, I'm takin it\n  start_ms: 36960\n  end_ms: 38720\n- text: You can't have it, you didn't earn it\n  start_ms: 38720\n  end_ms: 41360\n- text: Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\n  start_ms: 41360\n  end_ms: 44000\n- text: Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss\n  start_ms: 44000\n  end_ms: 45890\n- text: What movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\n  start_ms: 45890\n  end_ms: 48550\n- text: What role are you playin? 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you fakin it\n  Any little title you got, I'm takin it\n  You can't have it, you didn't earn it\n  Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\n  Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss\n  What movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\n  What role are you playin? I'm only sayin\n  You're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in\n  Playin you, playin you, and playin you\n  Decayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  Punk slow yo role\n  You're nothin but a clone\n  With nothin to show\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  Need a style of your own\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)\n  Leave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)\n  Punk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)\n\n  (B-Real)\n  Now look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine\n  Shakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind\n  Please don't mind me, you'll find me\n  Rollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these\n  Well OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble\n  Nice ones, I gotta be out on the double\n  I'll be in that corner table wit my homies\n  Gettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies\n  Huh, what you askin? Do I got plastic\n  To buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\n  Do I got a big home? Do I live alone?\n  Can I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\n  She wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\n  Around her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\n  I don't think so, you stink, hoe\n  The chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\n  Please back up, I know you look good\n  But that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n  (Ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  Tryin to get dough\n  Leave me alone\n  Cause you can't roll\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  Nut ridin pro\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  A stank ass hoe\n  Leave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\n  You can't roll (You can't roll)\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  A stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\n  You're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n  (Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n  (Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n\n  (B-Real)\n  Here goes another example to begin it\n  With a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\n  When I look at me, I look and see\n  How long it took for you to throw the book at me\n  Damn that shit hurts, but I put in work\n  These niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\n  And smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\n  And put the anti-bacterial assault down\n  Kill germs that wanna test, they want the best\n  Comparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\n  Never settle for stress, or wack rappers\n  I'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  (Punk ass nigga)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Knockin on my door\n  Leave me alone\n  Cause you got no soul\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n  Need to find a place to go\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Don't touch the microphone\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Leave me alone\n  Got no place to go\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n  (Humming)\n"},{"id":20893127,"name":"Stank Ass Hoe","trackName":"Stank Ass Hoe","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"The Essential Cypress Hill (2014)","duration":255.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Sen Dog)\nHa ha ha ha ha ha ha\nOnce again, ha ha ha\nWe back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n\n(B-Real)\nNow all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\nKeep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\nAnd yo CDs, you see these\nNiggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\nHill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\nThe rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\nI got double platinum records on the wall\nWhile you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\nCats wanna try me, you must be high\nCause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\nGimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\nAny little title you got, I'm takin it\nYou can't have it, you didn't earn it\nSpit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\nSuckas wanna floss and play the big boss\nWhat movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\nWhat role are you playin? I'm only sayin\nYou're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in\nPlayin you, playin you, and playin you\nDecayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nPunk slow yo role\nYou're nothin but a clone\nWith nothin to show\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nNeed a style of your own\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)\nLeave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)\nPunk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)\n\n(B-Real)\nNow look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine\nShakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind\nPlease don't mind me, you'll find me\nRollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these\nWell OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble\nNice ones, I gotta be out on the double\nI'll be in that corner table wit my homies\nGettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies\nHuh, what you askin? Do I got plastic\nTo buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\nDo I got a big home? Do I live alone?\nCan I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\nShe wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\nAround her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\nI don't think so, you stink, hoe\nThe chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\nPlease back up, I know you look good\nBut that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n(Ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nTryin to get dough\nLeave me alone\nCause you can't roll\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nNut ridin pro\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nA stank ass hoe\nLeave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\nYou can't roll (You can't roll)\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nA stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\nYou're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n(Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n(Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n\n(B-Real)\nHere goes another example to begin it\nWith a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\nWhen I look at me, I look and see\nHow long it took for you to throw the book at me\nDamn that shit hurts, but I put in work\nThese niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\nAnd smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\nAnd put the anti-bacterial assault down\nKill germs that wanna test, they want the best\nComparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\nNever settle for stress, or wack rappers\nI'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n(Punk ass nigga)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nKnockin on my door\nLeave me alone\nCause you got no soul\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\nNeed to find a place to go\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nDon't touch the microphone\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nLeave me alone\nGot no place to go\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n(Humming)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.67] (Sen Dog)\n[00:05.55] Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n[00:07.48] Once again, ha ha ha\n[00:09.15] We back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n[00:10.42] (B-Real)\n[00:11.42] Now all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\n[00:13.28] Keep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\n[00:15.07] And yo CDs, you see these\n[00:17.44] Niggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\n[00:19.86] Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\n[00:22.45] The rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\n[00:24.74] I got double platinum records on the wall\n[00:27.00] While you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\n[00:29.56] Cats wanna try me, you must be high\n[00:32.21] Cause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\n[00:34.77] Gimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\n[00:37.44] Any little title you got, I'm takin it\n[00:39.48] You can't have it, you didn't earn it\n[00:42.01] Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\n[00:44.34] Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss\n[00:46.62] What movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\n[00:49.11] What role are you playin? I'm only sayin\n[00:51.66] You're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in\n[00:54.16] Playin you, playin you, and playin you\n[00:56.55] Decayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)\n[00:58.81] (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n[01:00.27] You're a weak ass hoe\n[01:02.52] Punk slow yo role\n[01:04.90] You're nothin but a clone\n[01:07.53] With nothin to show\n[01:09.42] You're a weak ass hoe\n[01:11.77] Need a style of your own\n[01:14.29] You're a weak ass hoe\n[01:16.40] You're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)\n[01:20.11] Leave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)\n[01:23.12] Punk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)\n[01:25.82] You're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)\n[01:28.30] You're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)\n[01:30.09] (B-Real)\n[01:30.86] Now look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine\n[01:32.76] Shakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind\n[01:33.84] Please don't mind me, you'll find me\n[01:35.11] Rollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these\n[01:38.07] Well OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble\n[01:40.71] Nice ones, I gotta be out on the double\n[01:43.12] I'll be in that corner table wit my homies\n[01:45.54] Gettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies\n[01:47.94] Huh, what you askin? Do I got plastic\n[01:50.51] To buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\n[01:53.05] Do I got a big home? Do I live alone?\n[01:55.08] Can I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\n[01:57.63] She wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\n[02:00.46] Around her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\n[02:02.65] I don't think so, you stink, hoe\n[02:05.19] The chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\n[02:07.52] Please back up, I know you look good\n[02:10.17] But that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n[02:13.17] (Ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n[02:15.45] (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n[02:16.47] You're a stank ass hoe\n[02:18.60] Tryin to get dough\n[02:20.97] Leave me alone\n[02:23.33] Cause you can't roll\n[02:25.40] You're a stank ass hoe\n[02:28.77] Nut ridin pro\n[02:30.45] You're a stank ass hoe\n[02:33.02] A stank ass hoe\n[02:35.50] Leave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\n[02:38.95] You can't roll (You can't roll)\n[02:41.31] You're a stank ass hoe\n[02:42.87] A stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\n[02:45.51] You're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n[02:48.86] (Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n[02:54.88] (Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n[02:56.89] (B-Real)\n[02:57.47] Here goes another example to begin it\n[02:59.00] With a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\n[03:01.53] When I look at me, I look and see\n[03:03.91] How long it took for you to throw the book at me\n[03:06.41] Damn that shit hurts, but I put in work\n[03:08.88] These niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\n[03:11.30] And smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\n[03:13.65] And put the anti-bacterial assault down\n[03:16.05] Kill germs that wanna test, they want the best\n[03:18.75] Comparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\n[03:20.95] Never settle for stress, or wack rappers\n[03:23.58] I'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n[03:26.32] (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n[03:29.02] (Punk ass nigga)\n[03:29.83] You're a bitch ass hoe\n[03:30.18] Knockin on my door\n[03:32.03] Leave me alone\n[03:33.50] Cause you got no soul\n[03:36.22] You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n[03:39.43] Need to find a place to go\n[03:41.28] You're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\n[03:44.77] You're a bitch ass hoe\n[03:46.35] Don't touch the microphone\n[03:48.59] You're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\n[03:51.03] You're a bitch ass hoe\n[03:53.27] Leave me alone\n[03:55.86] Got no place to go\n[03:58.25] You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n[04:00.83] (Humming)\n[04:01.35] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stank Ass Hoe\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: The Essential Cypress Hill (2014)\n  duration_ms: 255000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Sen Dog)\n  start_ms: 1670\n  end_ms: 5550\n- text: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n  start_ms: 5550\n  end_ms: 7480\n- text: Once again, ha ha ha\n  start_ms: 7480\n  end_ms: 9150\n- text: We back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n  start_ms: 9150\n  end_ms: 10420\n- text: (B-Real)\n  start_ms: 10420\n  end_ms: 11420\n- text: Now all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\n  start_ms: 11420\n  end_ms: 13280\n- text: Keep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\n  start_ms: 13280\n  end_ms: 15070\n- text: And yo CDs, you see these\n  start_ms: 15070\n  end_ms: 17440\n- text: Niggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\n  start_ms: 17440\n  end_ms: 19860\n- text: Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\n  start_ms: 19860\n  end_ms: 22450\n- text: The rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\n  start_ms: 22450\n  end_ms: 24740\n- text: I got double platinum records on the wall\n  start_ms: 24740\n  end_ms: 27000\n- text: While you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\n  start_ms: 27000\n  end_ms: 29560\n- text: Cats wanna try me, you must be high\n  start_ms: 29560\n  end_ms: 32210\n- text: Cause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\n  start_ms: 32210\n  end_ms: 34770\n- text: Gimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\n  start_ms: 34770\n  end_ms: 37440\n- text: Any little title you got, I'm takin it\n  start_ms: 37440\n  end_ms: 39480\n- text: You can't have it, you didn't earn it\n  start_ms: 39480\n  end_ms: 42010\n- text: Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\n  start_ms: 42010\n  end_ms: 44340\n- text: Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss\n  start_ms: 44340\n  end_ms: 46620\n- text: What movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\n  start_ms: 46620\n  end_ms: 49110\n- text: What role are you playin? 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you fakin it\n  Any little title you got, I'm takin it\n  You can't have it, you didn't earn it\n  Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\n  Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss\n  What movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\n  What role are you playin? I'm only sayin\n  You're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in\n  Playin you, playin you, and playin you\n  Decayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  Punk slow yo role\n  You're nothin but a clone\n  With nothin to show\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  Need a style of your own\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)\n  Leave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)\n  Punk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)\n\n  (B-Real)\n  Now look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine\n  Shakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind\n  Please don't mind me, you'll find me\n  Rollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these\n  Well OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble\n  Nice ones, I gotta be out on the double\n  I'll be in that corner table wit my homies\n  Gettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies\n  Huh, what you askin? Do I got plastic\n  To buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\n  Do I got a big home? Do I live alone?\n  Can I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\n  She wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\n  Around her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\n  I don't think so, you stink, hoe\n  The chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\n  Please back up, I know you look good\n  But that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n  (Ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  Tryin to get dough\n  Leave me alone\n  Cause you can't roll\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  Nut ridin pro\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  A stank ass hoe\n  Leave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\n  You can't roll (You can't roll)\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  A stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\n  You're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n  (Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n  (Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n\n  (B-Real)\n  Here goes another example to begin it\n  With a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\n  When I look at me, I look and see\n  How long it took for you to throw the book at me\n  Damn that shit hurts, but I put in work\n  These niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\n  And smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\n  And put the anti-bacterial assault down\n  Kill germs that wanna test, they want the best\n  Comparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\n  Never settle for stress, or wack rappers\n  I'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  (Punk ass nigga)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Knockin on my door\n  Leave me alone\n  Cause you got no soul\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n  Need to find a place to go\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Don't touch the microphone\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Leave me alone\n  Got no place to go\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n  (Humming)\n"},{"id":24144855,"name":"27 Stank Ass Hoe","trackName":"27 Stank Ass Hoe","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"The Essential Cypress Hill","duration":255.066667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Sen Dog)\nHa ha ha ha ha ha ha\nOnce again, ha ha ha\nWe back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n\n(B-Real)\nNow all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\nKeep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\nAnd yo CDs, you see these\nNiggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\nHill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\nThe rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\nI got double platinum records on the wall\nWhile you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\nCats wanna try me, you must be high\nCause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\nGimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\nAny little title you got, I'm takin it\nYou can't have it, you didn't earn it\nSpit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\nSuckas wanna floss and play the big boss\nWhat movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\nWhat role are you playin? I'm only sayin\nYou're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in\nPlayin you, playin you, and playin you\nDecayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nPunk slow yo role\nYou're nothin but a clone\nWith nothin to show\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nNeed a style of your own\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)\nLeave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)\nPunk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)\n\n(B-Real)\nNow look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine\nShakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind\nPlease don't mind me, you'll find me\nRollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these\nWell OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble\nNice ones, I gotta be out on the double\nI'll be in that corner table wit my homies\nGettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies\nHuh, what you askin? Do I got plastic\nTo buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\nDo I got a big home? Do I live alone?\nCan I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\nShe wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\nAround her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\nI don't think so, you stink, hoe\nThe chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\nPlease back up, I know you look good\nBut that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n(ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nTryin to get dough\nLeave me alone\nCause you can't roll\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nNut ridin pro\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nA stank ass hoe\nLeave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\nYou can't roll (You can't roll)\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nA stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\nYou're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n(Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n(Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n\n(B-Real)\nHere goes another example to begin it\nWith a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\nWhen I look at me, I look and see\nHow long it took for you to throw the book at me\nDamn that shit hurts, but I put in work\nThese niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\nAnd smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\nAnd put the anti-bacterial assault down\nKill germs that wanna test, they want the best\nComparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\nNever settle for stress, or wack rappers\nI'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n(Punk ass nigga)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nKnockin on my door\nLeave me alone\nCause you got no soul\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\nNeed to find a place to go\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nDon't touch the microphone\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nLeave me alone\nGot no place to go\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n(humming)","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.96] (Sen Dog)\n[00:10.79] Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n[00:11.67] Once again, ha ha ha\n[00:12.59] We back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n[00:14.34] (B-Real)\n[00:16.10] Now all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\n[00:17.01] Keep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\n[00:18.09] And yo CDs, you see these\n[00:18.82] Niggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\n[00:19.82] Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\n[00:21.60] The rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\n[00:24.33] I got double platinum records on the wall\n[00:26.15] While you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\n[00:28.80] Cats wanna try me, you must be high\n[00:31.52] Cause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\n[00:34.22] Gimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\n[00:36.96] Any little title you got, I'm takin it\n[00:38.72] You can't have it, you didn't earn it\n[00:41.36] Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\n[00:44.00] Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss\n[00:45.89] What movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\n[00:48.55] What role are you playin? I'm only sayin\n[00:51.28] You're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in\n[00:53.09] Playin you, playin you, and playin you\n[00:55.75] Decayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)\n[00:58.44] (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n[01:02.94] You're a weak ass hoe\n[01:03.84] Punk slow yo role\n[01:04.74] You're nothin but a clone\n[01:06.58] With nothin to show\n[01:09.24] You're a weak ass hoe\n[01:11.92] Need a style of your own\n[01:13.77] You're a weak ass hoe\n[01:16.52] You're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)\n[01:19.22] Leave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)\n[01:21.94] Punk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)\n[01:23.76] You're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)\n[01:26.47] You're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)\n[01:28.29] (B-Real)\n[01:29.18] Now look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine\n[01:30.92] Shakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind\n[01:32.72] Please don't mind me, you'll find me\n[01:34.58] Rollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these\n[01:37.28] Well OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble\n[01:39.90] Nice ones, I gotta be out on the double\n[01:41.70] I'll be in that corner table wit my homies\n[01:44.46] Gettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies\n[01:47.13] Huh, what you askin? Do I got plastic\n[01:49.86] To buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\n[01:52.62] Do I got a big home? Do I live alone?\n[01:54.45] Can I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\n[01:57.15] She wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\n[01:59.88] Around her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\n[02:01.67] I don't think so, you stink, hoe\n[02:04.36] The chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\n[02:07.07] Please back up, I know you look good\n[02:09.76] But that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n[02:12.43] (ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n[02:16.01] (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n[02:16.95] You're a stank ass hoe\n[02:18.74] Tryin to get dough\n[02:20.58] Leave me alone\n[02:22.35] Cause you can't roll\n[02:25.09] You're a stank ass hoe\n[02:27.72] Nut ridin pro\n[02:30.48] You're a stank ass hoe\n[02:32.33] A stank ass hoe\n[02:35.08] Leave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\n[02:38.65] You can't roll (You can't roll)\n[02:40.43] You're a stank ass hoe\n[02:42.27] A stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\n[02:44.97] You're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n[02:47.65] (Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n[02:54.86] (Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n[02:56.66] (B-Real)\n[02:57.55] Here goes another example to begin it\n[02:58.46] With a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\n[03:01.12] When I look at me, I look and see\n[03:03.89] How long it took for you to throw the book at me\n[03:05.63] Damn that shit hurts, but I put in work\n[03:08.35] These niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\n[03:11.04] And smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\n[03:12.88] And put the anti-bacterial assault down\n[03:15.53] Kill germs that wanna test, they want the best\n[03:18.22] Comparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\n[03:20.04] Never settle for stress, or wack rappers\n[03:22.80] I'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n[03:25.58] (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n[03:27.37] (Punk ass nigga)\n[03:28.22] You're a bitch ass hoe\n[03:30.03] Knockin on my door\n[03:30.92] Leave me alone\n[03:34.51] Cause you got no soul\n[03:36.39] You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n[03:39.01] Need to find a place to go\n[03:40.83] You're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\n[03:43.57] You're a bitch ass hoe\n[03:46.25] Don't touch the microphone\n[03:48.02] You're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\n[03:50.72] You're a bitch ass hoe\n[03:53.48] Leave me alone\n[03:56.29] Got no place to go\n[03:58.00] You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n[04:00.73] (humming)\n[04:11.56] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 27 Stank Ass Hoe\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: The Essential Cypress Hill\n  duration_ms: 255067\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Sen Dog)\n  start_ms: 8960\n  end_ms: 10790\n- text: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n  start_ms: 10790\n  end_ms: 11670\n- text: Once again, ha ha ha\n  start_ms: 11670\n  end_ms: 12590\n- text: We back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n  start_ms: 12590\n  end_ms: 14340\n- text: (B-Real)\n  start_ms: 14340\n  end_ms: 16100\n- text: Now all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\n  start_ms: 16100\n  end_ms: 17010\n- text: Keep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\n  start_ms: 17010\n  end_ms: 18090\n- text: And yo CDs, you see these\n  start_ms: 18090\n  end_ms: 18820\n- text: Niggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\n  start_ms: 18820\n  end_ms: 19820\n- text: Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\n  start_ms: 19820\n  end_ms: 21600\n- text: The rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\n  start_ms: 21600\n  end_ms: 24330\n- text: I got double platinum records on the wall\n  start_ms: 24330\n  end_ms: 26150\n- text: While you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\n  start_ms: 26150\n  end_ms: 28800\n- text: Cats wanna try me, you must be high\n  start_ms: 28800\n  end_ms: 31520\n- text: Cause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\n  start_ms: 31520\n  end_ms: 34220\n- text: Gimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\n  start_ms: 34220\n  end_ms: 36960\n- text: Any little title you got, I'm takin it\n  start_ms: 36960\n  end_ms: 38720\n- text: You can't have it, you didn't earn it\n  start_ms: 38720\n  end_ms: 41360\n- text: Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\n  start_ms: 41360\n  end_ms: 44000\n- text: Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss\n  start_ms: 44000\n  end_ms: 45890\n- text: What movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\n  start_ms: 45890\n  end_ms: 48550\n- text: What role are you playin? 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text: I'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n  start_ms: 202800\n  end_ms: 205580\n- text: '(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))'\n  start_ms: 205580\n  end_ms: 207370\n- text: (Punk ass nigga)\n  start_ms: 207370\n  end_ms: 208220\n- text: You're a bitch ass hoe\n  start_ms: 208220\n  end_ms: 210030\n- text: Knockin on my door\n  start_ms: 210030\n  end_ms: 210920\n- text: Leave me alone\n  start_ms: 210920\n  end_ms: 214510\n- text: Cause you got no soul\n  start_ms: 214510\n  end_ms: 216390\n- text: You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n  start_ms: 216390\n  end_ms: 219010\n- text: Need to find a place to go\n  start_ms: 219010\n  end_ms: 220830\n- text: You're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\n  start_ms: 220830\n  end_ms: 223570\n- text: You're a bitch ass hoe\n  start_ms: 223570\n  end_ms: 226250\n- text: Don't touch the microphone\n  start_ms: 226250\n  end_ms: 228020\n- text: You're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\n  start_ms: 228020\n  end_ms: 230720\n- text: You're a bitch ass hoe\n  start_ms: 230720\n  end_ms: 233480\n- text: Leave me alone\n  start_ms: 233480\n  end_ms: 236290\n- text: Got no place to go\n  start_ms: 236290\n  end_ms: 238000\n- text: You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n  start_ms: 238000\n  end_ms: 240730\n- text: (humming)\n  start_ms: 240730\n  end_ms: 251560\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 251560\nplain: |-\n  (Sen Dog)\n  Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n  Once again, ha ha ha\n  We back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n\n  (B-Real)\n  Now all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\n  Keep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\n  And yo CDs, you see these\n  Niggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\n  Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\n  The rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\n  I got double platinum records on the wall\n  While you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\n  Cats wanna try me, you must be high\n  Cause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\n  Gimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\n  Any little title you got, I'm takin it\n  You can't have it, you didn't earn it\n  Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\n  Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss\n  What movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\n  What role are you playin? I'm only sayin\n  You're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in\n  Playin you, playin you, and playin you\n  Decayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  Punk slow yo role\n  You're nothin but a clone\n  With nothin to show\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  Need a style of your own\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)\n  Leave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)\n  Punk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)\n\n  (B-Real)\n  Now look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine\n  Shakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind\n  Please don't mind me, you'll find me\n  Rollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these\n  Well OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble\n  Nice ones, I gotta be out on the double\n  I'll be in that corner table wit my homies\n  Gettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies\n  Huh, what you askin? Do I got plastic\n  To buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\n  Do I got a big home? Do I live alone?\n  Can I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\n  She wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\n  Around her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\n  I don't think so, you stink, hoe\n  The chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\n  Please back up, I know you look good\n  But that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n  (ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  Tryin to get dough\n  Leave me alone\n  Cause you can't roll\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  Nut ridin pro\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  A stank ass hoe\n  Leave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\n  You can't roll (You can't roll)\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  A stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\n  You're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n  (Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n  (Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n\n  (B-Real)\n  Here goes another example to begin it\n  With a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\n  When I look at me, I look and see\n  How long it took for you to throw the book at me\n  Damn that shit hurts, but I put in work\n  These niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\n  And smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\n  And put the anti-bacterial assault down\n  Kill germs that wanna test, they want the best\n  Comparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\n  Never settle for stress, or wack rappers\n  I'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  (Punk ass nigga)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Knockin on my door\n  Leave me alone\n  Cause you got no soul\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n  Need to find a place to go\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Don't touch the microphone\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Leave me alone\n  Got no place to go\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n  (humming)\n"},{"id":7688506,"name":"Stank Ass Hoe","trackName":"Stank Ass Hoe","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Strictly Hip Hop: The Best of Cypress Hill","duration":310.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Sen Dog)\nHa ha ha ha ha ha ha\nOnce again, ha ha ha\nWe back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n\n(B-Real)\nNow all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\nKeep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\nAnd yo CDs, you see these\nNiggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\nHill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\nThe rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\nI got double platinum records on the wall\nWhile you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\nCats wanna try me, you must be high\nCause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\nGimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\nAny little title you got, I'm takin it\nYou can't have it, you didn't earn it\nSpit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\nSuckas wanna floss and play the big boss\nWhat movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\nWhat role are you playin? I'm only sayin\nYou're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in\nPlayin you, playin you, and playin you\nDecayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nPunk slow yo role\nYou're nothin but a clone\nWith nothin to show\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nNeed a style of your own\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)\nLeave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)\nPunk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)\n\n(B-Real)\nNow look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine\nShakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind\nPlease don't mind me, you'll find me\nRollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these\nWell OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble\nNice ones, I gotta be out on the double\nI'll be in that corner table wit my homies\nGettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies\nHuh, what you askin? Do I got plastic\nTo buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\nDo I got a big home? Do I live alone?\nCan I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\nShe wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\nAround her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\nI don't think so, you stink, hoe\nThe chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\nPlease back up, I know you look good\nBut that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n(Ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nTryin to get dough\nLeave me alone\nCause you can't roll\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nNut ridin pro\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nA stank ass hoe\nLeave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\nYou can't roll (You can't roll)\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nA stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\nYou're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n(Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n(Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n\n(B-Real)\nHere goes another example to begin it\nWith a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\nWhen I look at me, I look and see\nHow long it took for you to throw the book at me\nDamn that shit hurts, but I put in work\nThese niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\nAnd smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\nAnd put the anti-bacterial assault down\nKill germs that wanna test, they want the best\nComparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\nNever settle for stress, or wack rappers\nI'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n(Punk ass nigga)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nKnockin on my door\nLeave me alone\nCause you got no soul\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\nNeed to find a place to go\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nDon't touch the microphone\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nLeave me alone\nGot no place to go\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n(Humming)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stank Ass Hoe\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: 'Strictly Hip Hop: The Best of Cypress Hill'\n  duration_ms: 310000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Sen Dog)\n  Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n  Once again, ha ha ha\n  We back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n\n  (B-Real)\n  Now all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\n  Keep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\n  And yo CDs, you see these\n  Niggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\n  Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\n  The rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\n  I got double platinum records on the wall\n  While you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\n  Cats wanna try me, you must be high\n  Cause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\n  Gimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\n  Any little title you got, I'm takin it\n  You can't have it, you didn't earn it\n  Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\n  Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss\n  What movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\n  What role are you playin? I'm only sayin\n  You're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in\n  Playin you, playin you, and playin you\n  Decayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  Punk slow yo role\n  You're nothin but a clone\n  With nothin to show\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  Need a style of your own\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)\n  Leave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)\n  Punk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)\n\n  (B-Real)\n  Now look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine\n  Shakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind\n  Please don't mind me, you'll find me\n  Rollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these\n  Well OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble\n  Nice ones, I gotta be out on the double\n  I'll be in that corner table wit my homies\n  Gettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies\n  Huh, what you askin? Do I got plastic\n  To buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\n  Do I got a big home? Do I live alone?\n  Can I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\n  She wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\n  Around her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\n  I don't think so, you stink, hoe\n  The chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\n  Please back up, I know you look good\n  But that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n  (Ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  Tryin to get dough\n  Leave me alone\n  Cause you can't roll\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  Nut ridin pro\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  A stank ass hoe\n  Leave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\n  You can't roll (You can't roll)\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  A stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\n  You're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n  (Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n  (Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n\n  (B-Real)\n  Here goes another example to begin it\n  With a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\n  When I look at me, I look and see\n  How long it took for you to throw the book at me\n  Damn that shit hurts, but I put in work\n  These niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\n  And smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\n  And put the anti-bacterial assault down\n  Kill germs that wanna test, they want the best\n  Comparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\n  Never settle for stress, or wack rappers\n  I'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  (Punk ass nigga)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Knockin on my door\n  Leave me alone\n  Cause you got no soul\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n  Need to find a place to go\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Don't touch the microphone\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Leave me alone\n  Got no place to go\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n  (Humming)\n"},{"id":32103908,"name":"Stank Ass Hoe","trackName":"Stank Ass Hoe","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Strictly Hip Hop: The Best Of Cypress Hill (2)","duration":311.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Sen Dog)\nHa ha ha ha ha ha ha\nOnce again, ha ha ha\nWe back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n\n(B-Real)\nNow all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\nKeep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\nAnd yo CDs, you see these\nNiggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\nHill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\nThe rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\nI got double platinum records on the wall\nWhile you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\nCats wanna try me, you must be high\nCause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\nGimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\nAny little title you got, I'm takin it\nYou can't have it, you didn't earn it\nSpit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\nSuckas wanna floss and play the big boss\nWhat movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\nWhat role are you playin? I'm only sayin\nYou're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in\nPlayin you, playin you, and playin you\nDecayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nPunk slow yo role\nYou're nothin but a clone\nWith nothin to show\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nNeed a style of your own\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)\nLeave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)\nPunk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)\n\n(B-Real)\nNow look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine\nShakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind\nPlease don't mind me, you'll find me\nRollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these\nWell OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble\nNice ones, I gotta be out on the double\nI'll be in that corner table wit my homies\nGettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies\nHuh, what you askin? Do I got plastic\nTo buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\nDo I got a big home? Do I live alone?\nCan I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\nShe wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\nAround her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\nI don't think so, you stink, hoe\nThe chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\nPlease back up, I know you look good\nBut that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n(Ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nTryin to get dough\nLeave me alone\nCause you can't roll\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nNut ridin pro\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nA stank ass hoe\nLeave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\nYou can't roll (You can't roll)\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nA stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\nYou're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n(Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n(Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n\n(B-Real)\nHere goes another example to begin it\nWith a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\nWhen I look at me, I look and see\nHow long it took for you to throw the book at me\nDamn that shit hurts, but I put in work\nThese niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\nAnd smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\nAnd put the anti-bacterial assault down\nKill germs that wanna test, they want the best\nComparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\nNever settle for stress, or wack rappers\nI'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n(Punk ass nigga)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nKnockin on my door\nLeave me alone\nCause you got no soul\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\nNeed to find a place to go\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nDon't touch the microphone\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nLeave me alone\nGot no place to go\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n(Humming)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.67] (Sen Dog)\n[00:05.55] Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n[00:07.48] Once again, ha ha ha\n[00:09.15] We back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n[00:10.42] (B-Real)\n[00:11.42] Now all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\n[00:13.28] Keep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\n[00:15.07] And yo CDs, you see these\n[00:17.44] Niggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\n[00:19.86] Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\n[00:22.45] The rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\n[00:24.74] I got double platinum records on the wall\n[00:27.00] While you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\n[00:29.56] Cats wanna try me, you must be high\n[00:32.21] Cause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\n[00:34.77] Gimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\n[00:37.44] Any little title you got, I'm takin it\n[00:39.48] You can't have it, you didn't earn it\n[00:42.01] Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\n[00:44.34] Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss\n[00:46.62] What movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\n[00:49.11] What role are you playin? I'm only sayin\n[00:51.66] You're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in\n[00:54.16] Playin you, playin you, and playin you\n[00:56.55] Decayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)\n[00:58.81] (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n[01:00.27] You're a weak ass hoe\n[01:02.52] Punk slow yo role\n[01:04.90] You're nothin but a clone\n[01:07.53] With nothin to show\n[01:09.42] You're a weak ass hoe\n[01:11.77] Need a style of your own\n[01:14.29] You're a weak ass hoe\n[01:16.40] You're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)\n[01:20.11] Leave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)\n[01:23.12] Punk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)\n[01:25.82] You're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)\n[01:28.30] You're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)\n[01:30.09] (B-Real)\n[01:30.86] Now look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine\n[01:32.76] Shakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind\n[01:33.84] Please don't mind me, you'll find me\n[01:35.11] Rollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these\n[01:38.07] Well OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble\n[01:40.71] Nice ones, I gotta be out on the double\n[01:43.12] I'll be in that corner table wit my homies\n[01:45.54] Gettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies\n[01:47.94] Huh, what you askin? Do I got plastic\n[01:50.51] To buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\n[01:53.05] Do I got a big home? Do I live alone?\n[01:55.08] Can I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\n[01:57.63] She wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\n[02:00.46] Around her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\n[02:02.65] I don't think so, you stink, hoe\n[02:05.19] The chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\n[02:07.52] Please back up, I know you look good\n[02:10.17] But that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n[02:13.17] (Ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n[02:15.45] (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n[02:16.47] You're a stank ass hoe\n[02:18.60] Tryin to get dough\n[02:20.97] Leave me alone\n[02:23.33] Cause you can't roll\n[02:25.40] You're a stank ass hoe\n[02:28.77] Nut ridin pro\n[02:30.45] You're a stank ass hoe\n[02:33.02] A stank ass hoe\n[02:35.50] Leave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\n[02:38.95] You can't roll (You can't roll)\n[02:41.31] You're a stank ass hoe\n[02:42.87] A stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\n[02:45.51] You're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n[02:48.86] (Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n[02:54.88] (Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n[02:56.89] (B-Real)\n[02:57.47] Here goes another example to begin it\n[02:59.00] With a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\n[03:01.53] When I look at me, I look and see\n[03:03.91] How long it took for you to throw the book at me\n[03:06.41] Damn that shit hurts, but I put in work\n[03:08.88] These niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\n[03:11.30] And smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\n[03:13.65] And put the anti-bacterial assault down\n[03:16.05] Kill germs that wanna test, they want the best\n[03:18.75] Comparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\n[03:20.95] Never settle for stress, or wack rappers\n[03:23.58] I'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n[03:26.32] (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n[03:29.02] (Punk ass nigga)\n[03:29.83] You're a bitch ass hoe\n[03:30.18] Knockin on my door\n[03:32.03] Leave me alone\n[03:33.50] Cause you got no soul\n[03:36.22] You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n[03:39.43] Need to find a place to go\n[03:41.28] You're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\n[03:44.77] You're a bitch ass hoe\n[03:46.35] Don't touch the microphone\n[03:48.59] You're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\n[03:51.03] You're a bitch ass hoe\n[03:53.27] Leave me alone\n[03:55.86] Got no place to go\n[03:58.25] You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n[04:00.83] (Humming)\n[04:01.35] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stank Ass Hoe\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: 'Strictly Hip Hop: The Best Of Cypress Hill (2)'\n  duration_ms: 311000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Sen Dog)\n  start_ms: 1670\n  end_ms: 5550\n- text: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n  start_ms: 5550\n  end_ms: 7480\n- text: Once again, ha ha ha\n  start_ms: 7480\n  end_ms: 9150\n- text: We back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n  start_ms: 9150\n  end_ms: 10420\n- text: (B-Real)\n  start_ms: 10420\n  end_ms: 11420\n- text: Now all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\n  start_ms: 11420\n  end_ms: 13280\n- text: Keep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\n  start_ms: 13280\n  end_ms: 15070\n- text: And yo CDs, you see these\n  start_ms: 15070\n  end_ms: 17440\n- text: Niggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\n  start_ms: 17440\n  end_ms: 19860\n- text: Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\n  start_ms: 19860\n  end_ms: 22450\n- text: The rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\n  start_ms: 22450\n  end_ms: 24740\n- text: I got double platinum records on the wall\n  start_ms: 24740\n  end_ms: 27000\n- text: While you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\n  start_ms: 27000\n  end_ms: 29560\n- text: Cats wanna try me, you must be high\n  start_ms: 29560\n  end_ms: 32210\n- text: Cause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\n  start_ms: 32210\n  end_ms: 34770\n- text: Gimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\n  start_ms: 34770\n  end_ms: 37440\n- text: Any little title you got, I'm takin it\n  start_ms: 37440\n  end_ms: 39480\n- text: You can't have it, you didn't earn it\n  start_ms: 39480\n  end_ms: 42010\n- text: Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\n  start_ms: 42010\n  end_ms: 44340\n- text: Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss\n  start_ms: 44340\n  end_ms: 46620\n- text: What movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\n  start_ms: 46620\n  end_ms: 49110\n- text: What role are you playin? 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you fakin it\n  Any little title you got, I'm takin it\n  You can't have it, you didn't earn it\n  Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\n  Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss\n  What movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\n  What role are you playin? I'm only sayin\n  You're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in\n  Playin you, playin you, and playin you\n  Decayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  Punk slow yo role\n  You're nothin but a clone\n  With nothin to show\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  Need a style of your own\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)\n  Leave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)\n  Punk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)\n\n  (B-Real)\n  Now look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine\n  Shakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind\n  Please don't mind me, you'll find me\n  Rollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these\n  Well OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble\n  Nice ones, I gotta be out on the double\n  I'll be in that corner table wit my homies\n  Gettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies\n  Huh, what you askin? Do I got plastic\n  To buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\n  Do I got a big home? Do I live alone?\n  Can I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\n  She wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\n  Around her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\n  I don't think so, you stink, hoe\n  The chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\n  Please back up, I know you look good\n  But that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n  (Ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  Tryin to get dough\n  Leave me alone\n  Cause you can't roll\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  Nut ridin pro\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  A stank ass hoe\n  Leave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\n  You can't roll (You can't roll)\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  A stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\n  You're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n  (Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n  (Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n\n  (B-Real)\n  Here goes another example to begin it\n  With a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\n  When I look at me, I look and see\n  How long it took for you to throw the book at me\n  Damn that shit hurts, but I put in work\n  These niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\n  And smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\n  And put the anti-bacterial assault down\n  Kill germs that wanna test, they want the best\n  Comparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\n  Never settle for stress, or wack rappers\n  I'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  (Punk ass nigga)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Knockin on my door\n  Leave me alone\n  Cause you got no soul\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n  Need to find a place to go\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Don't touch the microphone\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Leave me alone\n  Got no place to go\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n  (Humming)\n"},{"id":14351509,"name":"Stank Ass Hoe","trackName":"Stank Ass Hoe","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Strictly Hip Hop: The Best Of Cypress Hill Disc 2","duration":310.648163,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Sen Dog)\nHa ha ha ha ha ha ha\nOnce again, ha ha ha\nWe back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n\n(B-Real)\nNow all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\nKeep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\nAnd yo CDs, you see these\nNiggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\nHill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\nThe rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\nI got double platinum records on the wall\nWhile you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\nCats wanna try me, you must be high\nCause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\nGimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\nAny little title you got, I'm takin it\nYou can't have it, you didn't earn it\nSpit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\nSuckas wanna floss and play the big boss\nWhat movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\nWhat role are you playin? I'm only sayin\nYou're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in\nPlayin you, playin you, and playin you\nDecayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nPunk slow yo role\nYou're nothin but a clone\nWith nothin to show\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nNeed a style of your own\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)\nLeave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)\nPunk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)\n\n(B-Real)\nNow look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine\nShakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind\nPlease don't mind me, you'll find me\nRollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these\nWell OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble\nNice ones, I gotta be out on the double\nI'll be in that corner table wit my homies\nGettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies\nHuh, what you askin? Do I got plastic\nTo buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\nDo I got a big home? Do I live alone?\nCan I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\nShe wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\nAround her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\nI don't think so, you stink, hoe\nThe chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\nPlease back up, I know you look good\nBut that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n(ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nTryin to get dough\nLeave me alone\nCause you can't roll\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nNut ridin pro\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nA stank ass hoe\nLeave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\nYou can't roll (You can't roll)\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nA stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\nYou're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n(Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n(Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n\n(B-Real)\nHere goes another example to begin it\nWith a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\nWhen I look at me, I look and see\nHow long it took for you to throw the book at me\nDamn that shit hurts, but I put in work\nThese niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\nAnd smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\nAnd put the anti-bacterial assault down\nKill germs that wanna test, they want the best\nComparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\nNever settle for stress, or wack rappers\nI'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n(Punk ass nigga)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nKnockin on my door\nLeave me alone\nCause you got no soul\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\nNeed to find a place to go\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nDon't touch the microphone\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nLeave me alone\nGot no place to go\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n(humming)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stank Ass Hoe\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: 'Strictly Hip Hop: The Best Of Cypress Hill Disc 2'\n  duration_ms: 310648\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Sen Dog)\n  Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n  Once again, ha ha ha\n  We back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n\n  (B-Real)\n  Now all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\n  Keep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\n  And yo CDs, you see these\n  Niggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\n  Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\n  The rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\n  I got double platinum records on the wall\n  While you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\n  Cats wanna try me, you must be high\n  Cause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\n  Gimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\n  Any little title you got, I'm takin it\n  You can't have it, you didn't earn it\n  Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\n  Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss\n  What movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\n  What role are you playin? I'm only sayin\n  You're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in\n  Playin you, playin you, and playin you\n  Decayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  Punk slow yo role\n  You're nothin but a clone\n  With nothin to show\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  Need a style of your own\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)\n  Leave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)\n  Punk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)\n\n  (B-Real)\n  Now look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine\n  Shakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind\n  Please don't mind me, you'll find me\n  Rollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these\n  Well OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble\n  Nice ones, I gotta be out on the double\n  I'll be in that corner table wit my homies\n  Gettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies\n  Huh, what you askin? Do I got plastic\n  To buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\n  Do I got a big home? Do I live alone?\n  Can I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\n  She wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\n  Around her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\n  I don't think so, you stink, hoe\n  The chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\n  Please back up, I know you look good\n  But that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n  (ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  Tryin to get dough\n  Leave me alone\n  Cause you can't roll\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  Nut ridin pro\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  A stank ass hoe\n  Leave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\n  You can't roll (You can't roll)\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  A stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\n  You're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n  (Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n  (Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n\n  (B-Real)\n  Here goes another example to begin it\n  With a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\n  When I look at me, I look and see\n  How long it took for you to throw the book at me\n  Damn that shit hurts, but I put in work\n  These niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\n  And smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\n  And put the anti-bacterial assault down\n  Kill germs that wanna test, they want the best\n  Comparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\n  Never settle for stress, or wack rappers\n  I'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  (Punk ass nigga)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Knockin on my door\n  Leave me alone\n  Cause you got no soul\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n  Need to find a place to go\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Don't touch the microphone\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Leave me alone\n  Got no place to go\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n  (humming)\n"},{"id":26848074,"name":"Stank Ass Hoe (LP Version)","trackName":"Stank Ass Hoe (LP Version)","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Strictly Hip Hop: The Best Of Cypress Hill","duration":310.155025,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Sen Dog)\nHa ha ha ha ha ha ha\nOnce again, ha ha ha\nWe back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n\n(B-Real)\nNow all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\nKeep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\nAnd yo CDs, you see these\nNiggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\nHill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\nThe rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\nI got double platinum records on the wall\nWhile you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\nCats wanna try me, you must be high\nCause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\nGimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\nAny little title you got, I'm takin it\nYou can't have it, you didn't earn it\nSpit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\nSuckas wanna floss and play the big boss\nWhat movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\nWhat role are you playin? I'm only sayin\nYou're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in\nPlayin you, playin you, and playin you\nDecayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nPunk slow yo role\nYou're nothin but a clone\nWith nothin to show\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nNeed a style of your own\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)\nLeave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)\nPunk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)\n\n(B-Real)\nNow look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine\nShakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind\nPlease don't mind me, you'll find me\nRollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these\nWell OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble\nNice ones, I gotta be out on the double\nI'll be in that corner table wit my homies\nGettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies\nHuh, what you askin? Do I got plastic\nTo buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\nDo I got a big home? Do I live alone?\nCan I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\nShe wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\nAround her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\nI don't think so, you stink, hoe\nThe chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\nPlease back up, I know you look good\nBut that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n(ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nTryin to get dough\nLeave me alone\nCause you can't roll\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nNut ridin pro\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nA stank ass hoe\nLeave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\nYou can't roll (You can't roll)\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nA stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\nYou're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n(Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n(Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n\n(B-Real)\nHere goes another example to begin it\nWith a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\nWhen I look at me, I look and see\nHow long it took for you to throw the book at me\nDamn that shit hurts, but I put in work\nThese niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\nAnd smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\nAnd put the anti-bacterial assault down\nKill germs that wanna test, they want the best\nComparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\nNever settle for stress, or wack rappers\nI'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n(Punk ass nigga)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nKnockin on my door\nLeave me alone\nCause you got no soul\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\nNeed to find a place to go\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nDon't touch the microphone\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nLeave me alone\nGot no place to go\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n(humming)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stank Ass Hoe (LP Version)\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: 'Strictly Hip Hop: The Best Of Cypress Hill'\n  duration_ms: 310155\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Sen Dog)\n  Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n  Once again, ha ha ha\n  We back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n\n  (B-Real)\n  Now all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\n  Keep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\n  And yo CDs, you see these\n  Niggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\n  Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\n  The rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\n  I got double platinum records on the wall\n  While you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\n  Cats wanna try me, you must be high\n  Cause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\n  Gimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\n  Any little title you got, I'm takin it\n  You can't have it, you didn't earn it\n  Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\n  Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss\n  What movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\n  What role are you playin? I'm only sayin\n  You're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in\n  Playin you, playin you, and playin you\n  Decayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  Punk slow yo role\n  You're nothin but a clone\n  With nothin to show\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  Need a style of your own\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)\n  Leave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)\n  Punk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)\n\n  (B-Real)\n  Now look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine\n  Shakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind\n  Please don't mind me, you'll find me\n  Rollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these\n  Well OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble\n  Nice ones, I gotta be out on the double\n  I'll be in that corner table wit my homies\n  Gettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies\n  Huh, what you askin? Do I got plastic\n  To buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\n  Do I got a big home? Do I live alone?\n  Can I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\n  She wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\n  Around her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\n  I don't think so, you stink, hoe\n  The chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\n  Please back up, I know you look good\n  But that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n  (ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  Tryin to get dough\n  Leave me alone\n  Cause you can't roll\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  Nut ridin pro\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  A stank ass hoe\n  Leave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\n  You can't roll (You can't roll)\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  A stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\n  You're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n  (Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n  (Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n\n  (B-Real)\n  Here goes another example to begin it\n  With a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\n  When I look at me, I look and see\n  How long it took for you to throw the book at me\n  Damn that shit hurts, but I put in work\n  These niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\n  And smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\n  And put the anti-bacterial assault down\n  Kill germs that wanna test, they want the best\n  Comparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\n  Never settle for stress, or wack rappers\n  I'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  (Punk ass nigga)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Knockin on my door\n  Leave me alone\n  Cause you got no soul\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n  Need to find a place to go\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Don't touch the microphone\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Leave me alone\n  Got no place to go\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n  (humming)\n"},{"id":8076080,"name":"Stank Ass Hoe","trackName":"Stank Ass Hoe","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"woah","duration":255.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Sen Dog)\nHa ha ha ha ha ha ha\nOnce again, ha ha ha\nWe back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n\n(B-Real)\nNow all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\nKeep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\nAnd yo CDs, you see these\nNiggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\nHill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\nThe rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\nI got double platinum records on the wall\nWhile you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\nCats wanna try me, you must be high\nCause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\nGimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\nAny little title you got, I'm takin it\nYou can't have it, you didn't earn it\nSpit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\nSuckas wanna floss and play the big boss\nWhat movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\nWhat role are you playin? I'm only sayin\nYou're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in\nPlayin you, playin you, and playin you\nDecayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nPunk slow yo role\nYou're nothin but a clone\nWith nothin to show\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nNeed a style of your own\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)\nLeave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)\nPunk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)\n\n(B-Real)\nNow look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine\nShakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind\nPlease don't mind me, you'll find me\nRollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these\nWell OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble\nNice ones, I gotta be out on the double\nI'll be in that corner table wit my homies\nGettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies\nHuh, what you askin? Do I got plastic\nTo buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\nDo I got a big home? Do I live alone?\nCan I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\nShe wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\nAround her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\nI don't think so, you stink, hoe\nThe chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\nPlease back up, I know you look good\nBut that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n(Ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nTryin to get dough\nLeave me alone\nCause you can't roll\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nNut ridin pro\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nA stank ass hoe\nLeave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\nYou can't roll (You can't roll)\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nA stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\nYou're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n(Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n(Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n\n(B-Real)\nHere goes another example to begin it\nWith a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\nWhen I look at me, I look and see\nHow long it took for you to throw the book at me\nDamn that shit hurts, but I put in work\nThese niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\nAnd smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\nAnd put the anti-bacterial assault down\nKill germs that wanna test, they want the best\nComparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\nNever settle for stress, or wack rappers\nI'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n(Punk ass nigga)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nKnockin on my door\nLeave me alone\nCause you got no soul\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\nNeed to find a place to go\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nDon't touch the microphone\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nLeave me alone\nGot no place to go\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n(Humming)","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.96] (Sen Dog)\n[00:10.79] Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n[00:11.67] Once again, ha ha ha\n[00:12.59] We back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n[00:14.34] (B-Real)\n[00:16.10] Now all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\n[00:17.01] Keep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\n[00:18.09] And yo CDs, you see these\n[00:18.82] Niggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\n[00:19.82] Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\n[00:21.60] The rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\n[00:24.33] I got double platinum records on the wall\n[00:26.15] While you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\n[00:28.80] Cats wanna try me, you must be high\n[00:31.52] Cause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\n[00:34.22] Gimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\n[00:36.96] Any little title you got, I'm takin it\n[00:38.72] You can't have it, you didn't earn it\n[00:41.36] Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\n[00:44.00] Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss\n[00:45.89] What movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\n[00:48.55] What role are you playin? I'm only sayin\n[00:51.28] You're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in\n[00:53.09] Playin you, playin you, and playin you\n[00:55.75] Decayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)\n[00:58.44] (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n[01:02.94] You're a weak ass hoe\n[01:03.84] Punk slow yo role\n[01:04.74] You're nothin but a clone\n[01:06.58] With nothin to show\n[01:09.24] You're a weak ass hoe\n[01:11.92] Need a style of your own\n[01:13.77] You're a weak ass hoe\n[01:16.52] You're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)\n[01:19.22] Leave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)\n[01:21.94] Punk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)\n[01:23.76] You're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)\n[01:26.47] You're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)\n[01:28.29] (B-Real)\n[01:29.18] Now look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine\n[01:30.92] Shakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind\n[01:32.72] Please don't mind me, you'll find me\n[01:34.58] Rollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these\n[01:37.28] Well OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble\n[01:39.90] Nice ones, I gotta be out on the double\n[01:41.70] I'll be in that corner table wit my homies\n[01:44.46] Gettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies\n[01:47.13] Huh, what you askin? Do I got plastic\n[01:49.86] To buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\n[01:52.62] Do I got a big home? Do I live alone?\n[01:54.45] Can I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\n[01:57.15] She wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\n[01:59.88] Around her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\n[02:01.67] I don't think so, you stink, hoe\n[02:04.36] The chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\n[02:07.07] Please back up, I know you look good\n[02:09.76] But that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n[02:12.43] (Ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n[02:16.01] (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n[02:16.95] You're a stank ass hoe\n[02:18.74] Tryin to get dough\n[02:20.58] Leave me alone\n[02:22.35] Cause you can't roll\n[02:25.09] You're a stank ass hoe\n[02:27.72] Nut ridin pro\n[02:30.48] You're a stank ass hoe\n[02:32.33] A stank ass hoe\n[02:35.08] Leave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\n[02:38.65] You can't roll (You can't roll)\n[02:40.43] You're a stank ass hoe\n[02:42.27] A stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\n[02:44.97] You're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n[02:47.65] (Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n[02:54.86] (Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n[02:56.66] (B-Real)\n[02:57.55] Here goes another example to begin it\n[02:58.46] With a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\n[03:01.12] When I look at me, I look and see\n[03:03.89] How long it took for you to throw the book at me\n[03:05.63] Damn that shit hurts, but I put in work\n[03:08.35] These niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\n[03:11.04] And smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\n[03:12.88] And put the anti-bacterial assault down\n[03:15.53] Kill germs that wanna test, they want the best\n[03:18.22] Comparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\n[03:20.04] Never settle for stress, or wack rappers\n[03:22.80] I'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n[03:25.58] (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n[03:27.37] (Punk ass nigga)\n[03:28.22] You're a bitch ass hoe\n[03:30.03] Knockin on my door\n[03:30.92] Leave me alone\n[03:34.51] Cause you got no soul\n[03:36.39] You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n[03:39.01] Need to find a place to go\n[03:40.83] You're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\n[03:43.57] You're a bitch ass hoe\n[03:46.25] Don't touch the microphone\n[03:48.02] You're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\n[03:50.72] You're a bitch ass hoe\n[03:53.48] Leave me alone\n[03:56.29] Got no place to go\n[03:58.00] You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n[04:00.73] (Humming)\n[04:11.56] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stank Ass Hoe\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: woah\n  duration_ms: 255000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Sen Dog)\n  start_ms: 8960\n  end_ms: 10790\n- text: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n  start_ms: 10790\n  end_ms: 11670\n- text: Once again, ha ha ha\n  start_ms: 11670\n  end_ms: 12590\n- text: We back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n  start_ms: 12590\n  end_ms: 14340\n- text: (B-Real)\n  start_ms: 14340\n  end_ms: 16100\n- text: Now all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\n  start_ms: 16100\n  end_ms: 17010\n- text: Keep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\n  start_ms: 17010\n  end_ms: 18090\n- text: And yo CDs, you see these\n  start_ms: 18090\n  end_ms: 18820\n- text: Niggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\n  start_ms: 18820\n  end_ms: 19820\n- text: Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\n  start_ms: 19820\n  end_ms: 21600\n- text: The rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\n  start_ms: 21600\n  end_ms: 24330\n- text: I got double platinum records on the wall\n  start_ms: 24330\n  end_ms: 26150\n- text: While you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\n  start_ms: 26150\n  end_ms: 28800\n- text: Cats wanna try me, you must be high\n  start_ms: 28800\n  end_ms: 31520\n- text: Cause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\n  start_ms: 31520\n  end_ms: 34220\n- text: Gimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\n  start_ms: 34220\n  end_ms: 36960\n- text: Any little title you got, I'm takin it\n  start_ms: 36960\n  end_ms: 38720\n- text: You can't have it, you didn't earn it\n  start_ms: 38720\n  end_ms: 41360\n- text: Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\n  start_ms: 41360\n  end_ms: 44000\n- text: Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss\n  start_ms: 44000\n  end_ms: 45890\n- text: What movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\n  start_ms: 45890\n  end_ms: 48550\n- text: What role are you playin? 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you fakin it\n  Any little title you got, I'm takin it\n  You can't have it, you didn't earn it\n  Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\n  Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss\n  What movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\n  What role are you playin? I'm only sayin\n  You're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in\n  Playin you, playin you, and playin you\n  Decayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  Punk slow yo role\n  You're nothin but a clone\n  With nothin to show\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  Need a style of your own\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)\n  Leave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)\n  Punk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)\n\n  (B-Real)\n  Now look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine\n  Shakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind\n  Please don't mind me, you'll find me\n  Rollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these\n  Well OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble\n  Nice ones, I gotta be out on the double\n  I'll be in that corner table wit my homies\n  Gettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies\n  Huh, what you askin? Do I got plastic\n  To buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\n  Do I got a big home? Do I live alone?\n  Can I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\n  She wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\n  Around her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\n  I don't think so, you stink, hoe\n  The chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\n  Please back up, I know you look good\n  But that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n  (Ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  Tryin to get dough\n  Leave me alone\n  Cause you can't roll\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  Nut ridin pro\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  A stank ass hoe\n  Leave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\n  You can't roll (You can't roll)\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  A stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\n  You're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n  (Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n  (Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n\n  (B-Real)\n  Here goes another example to begin it\n  With a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\n  When I look at me, I look and see\n  How long it took for you to throw the book at me\n  Damn that shit hurts, but I put in work\n  These niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\n  And smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\n  And put the anti-bacterial assault down\n  Kill germs that wanna test, they want the best\n  Comparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\n  Never settle for stress, or wack rappers\n  I'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  (Punk ass nigga)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Knockin on my door\n  Leave me alone\n  Cause you got no soul\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n  Need to find a place to go\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Don't touch the microphone\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Leave me alone\n  Got no place to go\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n  (Humming)\n"},{"id":7318895,"name":"Stank Ass Hoe","trackName":"Stank Ass Hoe","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Skull & Bones - Skull Disc","duration":310.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Sen Dog)\nHa ha ha ha ha ha ha\nOnce again, ha ha ha\nWe back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n\n(B-Real)\nNow all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\nKeep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\nAnd yo CDs, you see these\nNiggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\nHill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\nThe rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\nI got double platinum records on the wall\nWhile you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\nCats wanna try me, you must be high\nCause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\nGimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\nAny little title you got, I'm takin it\nYou can't have it, you didn't earn it\nSpit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\nSuckas wanna floss and play the big boss\nWhat movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\nWhat role are you playin? I'm only sayin\nYou're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in\nPlayin you, playin you, and playin you\nDecayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nPunk slow yo role\nYou're nothin but a clone\nWith nothin to show\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nNeed a style of your own\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)\nLeave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)\nPunk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)\n\n(B-Real)\nNow look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine\nShakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind\nPlease don't mind me, you'll find me\nRollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these\nWell OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble\nNice ones, I gotta be out on the double\nI'll be in that corner table wit my homies\nGettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies\nHuh, what you askin? Do I got plastic\nTo buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\nDo I got a big home? Do I live alone?\nCan I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\nShe wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\nAround her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\nI don't think so, you stink, hoe\nThe chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\nPlease back up, I know you look good\nBut that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n(Ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nTryin to get dough\nLeave me alone\nCause you can't roll\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nNut ridin pro\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nA stank ass hoe\nLeave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\nYou can't roll (You can't roll)\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nA stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\nYou're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n(Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n(Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n\n(B-Real)\nHere goes another example to begin it\nWith a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\nWhen I look at me, I look and see\nHow long it took for you to throw the book at me\nDamn that shit hurts, but I put in work\nThese niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\nAnd smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\nAnd put the anti-bacterial assault down\nKill germs that wanna test, they want the best\nComparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\nNever settle for stress, or wack rappers\nI'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n(Punk ass nigga)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nKnockin on my door\nLeave me alone\nCause you got no soul\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\nNeed to find a place to go\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nDon't touch the microphone\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nLeave me alone\nGot no place to go\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n(Humming)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stank Ass Hoe\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Skull & Bones - Skull Disc\n  duration_ms: 310000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Sen Dog)\n  Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n  Once again, ha ha ha\n  We back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n\n  (B-Real)\n  Now all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\n  Keep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\n  And yo CDs, you see these\n  Niggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\n  Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\n  The rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\n  I got double platinum records on the wall\n  While you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\n  Cats wanna try me, you must be high\n  Cause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\n  Gimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\n  Any little title you got, I'm takin it\n  You can't have it, you didn't earn it\n  Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\n  Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss\n  What movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\n  What role are you playin? I'm only sayin\n  You're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in\n  Playin you, playin you, and playin you\n  Decayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  Punk slow yo role\n  You're nothin but a clone\n  With nothin to show\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  Need a style of your own\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)\n  Leave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)\n  Punk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)\n\n  (B-Real)\n  Now look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine\n  Shakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind\n  Please don't mind me, you'll find me\n  Rollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these\n  Well OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble\n  Nice ones, I gotta be out on the double\n  I'll be in that corner table wit my homies\n  Gettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies\n  Huh, what you askin? Do I got plastic\n  To buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\n  Do I got a big home? Do I live alone?\n  Can I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\n  She wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\n  Around her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\n  I don't think so, you stink, hoe\n  The chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\n  Please back up, I know you look good\n  But that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n  (Ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  Tryin to get dough\n  Leave me alone\n  Cause you can't roll\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  Nut ridin pro\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  A stank ass hoe\n  Leave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\n  You can't roll (You can't roll)\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  A stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\n  You're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n  (Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n  (Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n\n  (B-Real)\n  Here goes another example to begin it\n  With a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\n  When I look at me, I look and see\n  How long it took for you to throw the book at me\n  Damn that shit hurts, but I put in work\n  These niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\n  And smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\n  And put the anti-bacterial assault down\n  Kill germs that wanna test, they want the best\n  Comparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\n  Never settle for stress, or wack rappers\n  I'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  (Punk ass nigga)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Knockin on my door\n  Leave me alone\n  Cause you got no soul\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n  Need to find a place to go\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Don't touch the microphone\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Leave me alone\n  Got no place to go\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n  (Humming)\n"},{"id":4587364,"name":"Stank Ass Hoe","trackName":"Stank Ass Hoe","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Skull & Bones  (disc 1: Skull Disc)","duration":310.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Sen Dog)\nHa ha ha ha ha ha ha\nOnce again, ha ha ha\nWe back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n\n(B-Real)\nNow all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\nKeep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\nAnd yo CDs, you see these\nNiggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\nHill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\nThe rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\nI got double platinum records on the wall\nWhile you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\nCats wanna try me, you must be high\nCause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\nGimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\nAny little title you got, I'm takin it\nYou can't have it, you didn't earn it\nSpit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\nSuckas wanna floss and play the big boss\nWhat movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\nWhat role are you playin? I'm only sayin\nYou're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in\nPlayin you, playin you, and playin you\nDecayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nPunk slow yo role\nYou're nothin but a clone\nWith nothin to show\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nNeed a style of your own\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)\nLeave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)\nPunk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)\n\n(B-Real)\nNow look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine\nShakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind\nPlease don't mind me, you'll find me\nRollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these\nWell OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble\nNice ones, I gotta be out on the double\nI'll be in that corner table wit my homies\nGettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies\nHuh, what you askin? Do I got plastic\nTo buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\nDo I got a big home? Do I live alone?\nCan I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\nShe wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\nAround her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\nI don't think so, you stink, hoe\nThe chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\nPlease back up, I know you look good\nBut that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n(Ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nTryin to get dough\nLeave me alone\nCause you can't roll\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nNut ridin pro\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nA stank ass hoe\nLeave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\nYou can't roll (You can't roll)\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nA stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\nYou're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n(Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n(Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n\n(B-Real)\nHere goes another example to begin it\nWith a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\nWhen I look at me, I look and see\nHow long it took for you to throw the book at me\nDamn that shit hurts, but I put in work\nThese niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\nAnd smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\nAnd put the anti-bacterial assault down\nKill germs that wanna test, they want the best\nComparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\nNever settle for stress, or wack rappers\nI'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n(Punk ass nigga)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nKnockin on my door\nLeave me alone\nCause you got no soul\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\nNeed to find a place to go\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nDon't touch the microphone\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nLeave me alone\nGot no place to go\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n(Humming)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stank Ass Hoe\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: 'Skull & Bones  (disc 1: Skull Disc)'\n  duration_ms: 310000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Sen Dog)\n  Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n  Once again, ha ha ha\n  We back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n\n  (B-Real)\n  Now all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\n  Keep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\n  And yo CDs, you see these\n  Niggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\n  Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\n  The rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\n  I got double platinum records on the wall\n  While you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\n  Cats wanna try me, you must be high\n  Cause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\n  Gimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\n  Any little title you got, I'm takin it\n  You can't have it, you didn't earn it\n  Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\n  Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss\n  What movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\n  What role are you playin? I'm only sayin\n  You're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in\n  Playin you, playin you, and playin you\n  Decayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  Punk slow yo role\n  You're nothin but a clone\n  With nothin to show\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  Need a style of your own\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)\n  Leave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)\n  Punk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)\n\n  (B-Real)\n  Now look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine\n  Shakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind\n  Please don't mind me, you'll find me\n  Rollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these\n  Well OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble\n  Nice ones, I gotta be out on the double\n  I'll be in that corner table wit my homies\n  Gettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies\n  Huh, what you askin? Do I got plastic\n  To buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\n  Do I got a big home? Do I live alone?\n  Can I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\n  She wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\n  Around her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\n  I don't think so, you stink, hoe\n  The chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\n  Please back up, I know you look good\n  But that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n  (Ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  Tryin to get dough\n  Leave me alone\n  Cause you can't roll\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  Nut ridin pro\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  A stank ass hoe\n  Leave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\n  You can't roll (You can't roll)\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  A stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\n  You're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n  (Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n  (Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n\n  (B-Real)\n  Here goes another example to begin it\n  With a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\n  When I look at me, I look and see\n  How long it took for you to throw the book at me\n  Damn that shit hurts, but I put in work\n  These niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\n  And smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\n  And put the anti-bacterial assault down\n  Kill germs that wanna test, they want the best\n  Comparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\n  Never settle for stress, or wack rappers\n  I'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  (Punk ass nigga)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Knockin on my door\n  Leave me alone\n  Cause you got no soul\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n  Need to find a place to go\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Don't touch the microphone\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Leave me alone\n  Got no place to go\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n  (Humming)\n"},{"id":2824821,"name":"Stank Ass Hoe","trackName":"Stank Ass Hoe","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Skull And Bones","duration":310.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Sen Dog)\nHa ha ha ha ha ha ha\nOnce again, ha ha ha\nWe back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n\n(B-Real)\nNow all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\nKeep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\nAnd yo CDs, you see these\nNiggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\nHill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\nThe rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\nI got double platinum records on the wall\nWhile you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\nCats wanna try me, you must be high\nCause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\nGimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\nAny little title you got, I'm takin it\nYou can't have it, you didn't earn it\nSpit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\nSuckas wanna floss and play the big boss\nWhat movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\nWhat role are you playin? I'm only sayin\nYou're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in\nPlayin you, playin you, and playin you\nDecayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nPunk slow yo role\nYou're nothin but a clone\nWith nothin to show\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nNeed a style of your own\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)\nLeave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)\nPunk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)\n\n(B-Real)\nNow look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine\nShakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind\nPlease don't mind me, you'll find me\nRollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these\nWell OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble\nNice ones, I gotta be out on the double\nI'll be in that corner table wit my homies\nGettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies\nHuh, what you askin? Do I got plastic\nTo buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\nDo I got a big home? Do I live alone?\nCan I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\nShe wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\nAround her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\nI don't think so, you stink, hoe\nThe chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\nPlease back up, I know you look good\nBut that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n(Ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nTryin to get dough\nLeave me alone\nCause you can't roll\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nNut ridin pro\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nA stank ass hoe\nLeave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\nYou can't roll (You can't roll)\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nA stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\nYou're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n(Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n(Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n\n(B-Real)\nHere goes another example to begin it\nWith a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\nWhen I look at me, I look and see\nHow long it took for you to throw the book at me\nDamn that shit hurts, but I put in work\nThese niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\nAnd smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\nAnd put the anti-bacterial assault down\nKill germs that wanna test, they want the best\nComparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\nNever settle for stress, or wack rappers\nI'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n(Punk ass nigga)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nKnockin on my door\nLeave me alone\nCause you got no soul\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\nNeed to find a place to go\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nDon't touch the microphone\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nLeave me alone\nGot no place to go\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n(Humming)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stank Ass Hoe\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Skull And Bones\n  duration_ms: 310000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Sen Dog)\n  Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n  Once again, ha ha ha\n  We back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n\n  (B-Real)\n  Now all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\n  Keep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\n  And yo CDs, you see these\n  Niggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\n  Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\n  The rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\n  I got double platinum records on the wall\n  While you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\n  Cats wanna try me, you must be high\n  Cause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\n  Gimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\n  Any little title you got, I'm takin it\n  You can't have it, you didn't earn it\n  Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\n  Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss\n  What movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\n  What role are you playin? I'm only sayin\n  You're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in\n  Playin you, playin you, and playin you\n  Decayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  Punk slow yo role\n  You're nothin but a clone\n  With nothin to show\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  Need a style of your own\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)\n  Leave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)\n  Punk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)\n\n  (B-Real)\n  Now look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine\n  Shakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind\n  Please don't mind me, you'll find me\n  Rollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these\n  Well OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble\n  Nice ones, I gotta be out on the double\n  I'll be in that corner table wit my homies\n  Gettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies\n  Huh, what you askin? Do I got plastic\n  To buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\n  Do I got a big home? Do I live alone?\n  Can I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\n  She wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\n  Around her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\n  I don't think so, you stink, hoe\n  The chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\n  Please back up, I know you look good\n  But that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n  (Ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  Tryin to get dough\n  Leave me alone\n  Cause you can't roll\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  Nut ridin pro\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  A stank ass hoe\n  Leave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\n  You can't roll (You can't roll)\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  A stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\n  You're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n  (Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n  (Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n\n  (B-Real)\n  Here goes another example to begin it\n  With a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\n  When I look at me, I look and see\n  How long it took for you to throw the book at me\n  Damn that shit hurts, but I put in work\n  These niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\n  And smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\n  And put the anti-bacterial assault down\n  Kill germs that wanna test, they want the best\n  Comparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\n  Never settle for stress, or wack rappers\n  I'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  (Punk ass nigga)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Knockin on my door\n  Leave me alone\n  Cause you got no soul\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n  Need to find a place to go\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Don't touch the microphone\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Leave me alone\n  Got no place to go\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n  (Humming)\n"},{"id":6314818,"name":"Stank Ass Hoe","trackName":"Stank Ass Hoe","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Skull & Bones - Skull CD","duration":310.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Sen Dog)\nHa ha ha ha ha ha ha\nOnce again, ha ha ha\nWe back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n\n(B-Real)\nNow all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\nKeep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\nAnd yo CDs, you see these\nNiggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\nHill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\nThe rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\nI got double platinum records on the wall\nWhile you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\nCats wanna try me, you must be high\nCause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\nGimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\nAny little title you got, I'm takin it\nYou can't have it, you didn't earn it\nSpit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\nSuckas wanna floss and play the big boss\nWhat movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\nWhat role are you playin? I'm only sayin\nYou're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in\nPlayin you, playin you, and playin you\nDecayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nPunk slow yo role\nYou're nothin but a clone\nWith nothin to show\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nNeed a style of your own\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)\nLeave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)\nPunk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)\n\n(B-Real)\nNow look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine\nShakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind\nPlease don't mind me, you'll find me\nRollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these\nWell OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble\nNice ones, I gotta be out on the double\nI'll be in that corner table wit my homies\nGettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies\nHuh, what you askin? Do I got plastic\nTo buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\nDo I got a big home? Do I live alone?\nCan I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\nShe wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\nAround her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\nI don't think so, you stink, hoe\nThe chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\nPlease back up, I know you look good\nBut that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n(Ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nTryin to get dough\nLeave me alone\nCause you can't roll\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nNut ridin pro\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nA stank ass hoe\nLeave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\nYou can't roll (You can't roll)\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nA stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\nYou're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n(Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n(Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n\n(B-Real)\nHere goes another example to begin it\nWith a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\nWhen I look at me, I look and see\nHow long it took for you to throw the book at me\nDamn that shit hurts, but I put in work\nThese niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\nAnd smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\nAnd put the anti-bacterial assault down\nKill germs that wanna test, they want the best\nComparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\nNever settle for stress, or wack rappers\nI'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n(Punk ass nigga)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nKnockin on my door\nLeave me alone\nCause you got no soul\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\nNeed to find a place to go\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nDon't touch the microphone\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nLeave me alone\nGot no place to go\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n(Humming)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stank Ass Hoe\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Skull & Bones - Skull CD\n  duration_ms: 310000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Sen Dog)\n  Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n  Once again, ha ha ha\n  We back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n\n  (B-Real)\n  Now all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\n  Keep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\n  And yo CDs, you see these\n  Niggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\n  Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\n  The rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\n  I got double platinum records on the wall\n  While you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\n  Cats wanna try me, you must be high\n  Cause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\n  Gimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\n  Any little title you got, I'm takin it\n  You can't have it, you didn't earn it\n  Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\n  Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss\n  What movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\n  What role are you playin? I'm only sayin\n  You're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in\n  Playin you, playin you, and playin you\n  Decayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  Punk slow yo role\n  You're nothin but a clone\n  With nothin to show\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  Need a style of your own\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)\n  Leave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)\n  Punk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)\n\n  (B-Real)\n  Now look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine\n  Shakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind\n  Please don't mind me, you'll find me\n  Rollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these\n  Well OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble\n  Nice ones, I gotta be out on the double\n  I'll be in that corner table wit my homies\n  Gettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies\n  Huh, what you askin? Do I got plastic\n  To buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\n  Do I got a big home? Do I live alone?\n  Can I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\n  She wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\n  Around her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\n  I don't think so, you stink, hoe\n  The chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\n  Please back up, I know you look good\n  But that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n  (Ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  Tryin to get dough\n  Leave me alone\n  Cause you can't roll\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  Nut ridin pro\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  A stank ass hoe\n  Leave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\n  You can't roll (You can't roll)\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  A stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\n  You're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n  (Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n  (Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n\n  (B-Real)\n  Here goes another example to begin it\n  With a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\n  When I look at me, I look and see\n  How long it took for you to throw the book at me\n  Damn that shit hurts, but I put in work\n  These niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\n  And smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\n  And put the anti-bacterial assault down\n  Kill germs that wanna test, they want the best\n  Comparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\n  Never settle for stress, or wack rappers\n  I'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  (Punk ass nigga)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Knockin on my door\n  Leave me alone\n  Cause you got no soul\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n  Need to find a place to go\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Don't touch the microphone\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Leave me alone\n  Got no place to go\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n  (Humming)\n"},{"id":1483579,"name":"Stank Ass Hoe","trackName":"Stank Ass Hoe","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Skull & Bones (Skull)","duration":310.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Sen Dog)\nHa ha ha ha ha ha ha\nOnce again, ha ha ha\nWe back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n\n(B-Real)\nNow all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\nKeep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\nAnd yo CDs, you see these\nNiggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\nHill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\nThe rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\nI got double platinum records on the wall\nWhile you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\nCats wanna try me, you must be high\nCause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\nGimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\nAny little title you got, I'm takin it\nYou can't have it, you didn't earn it\nSpit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\nSuckas wanna floss and play the big boss\nWhat movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\nWhat role are you playin? I'm only sayin\nYou're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in\nPlayin you, playin you, and playin you\nDecayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nPunk slow yo role\nYou're nothin but a clone\nWith nothin to show\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nNeed a style of your own\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)\nLeave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)\nPunk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)\n\n(B-Real)\nNow look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine\nShakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind\nPlease don't mind me, you'll find me\nRollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these\nWell OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble\nNice ones, I gotta be out on the double\nI'll be in that corner table wit my homies\nGettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies\nHuh, what you askin? Do I got plastic\nTo buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\nDo I got a big home? Do I live alone?\nCan I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\nShe wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\nAround her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\nI don't think so, you stink, hoe\nThe chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\nPlease back up, I know you look good\nBut that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n(Ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nTryin to get dough\nLeave me alone\nCause you can't roll\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nNut ridin pro\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nA stank ass hoe\nLeave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\nYou can't roll (You can't roll)\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nA stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\nYou're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n(Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n(Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n\n(B-Real)\nHere goes another example to begin it\nWith a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\nWhen I look at me, I look and see\nHow long it took for you to throw the book at me\nDamn that shit hurts, but I put in work\nThese niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\nAnd smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\nAnd put the anti-bacterial assault down\nKill germs that wanna test, they want the best\nComparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\nNever settle for stress, or wack rappers\nI'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n(Punk ass nigga)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nKnockin on my door\nLeave me alone\nCause you got no soul\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\nNeed to find a place to go\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nDon't touch the microphone\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nLeave me alone\nGot no place to go\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n(Humming)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.67] (Sen Dog)\n[00:05.55] Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n[00:07.48] Once again, ha ha ha\n[00:09.15] We back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n[00:10.42] (B-Real)\n[00:11.42] Now all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\n[00:13.28] Keep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\n[00:15.07] And yo CDs, you see these\n[00:17.44] Niggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\n[00:19.86] Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\n[00:22.45] The rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\n[00:24.74] I got double platinum records on the wall\n[00:27.00] While you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\n[00:29.56] Cats wanna try me, you must be high\n[00:32.21] Cause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\n[00:34.77] Gimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\n[00:37.44] Any little title you got, I'm takin it\n[00:39.48] You can't have it, you didn't earn it\n[00:42.01] Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\n[00:44.34] Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss\n[00:46.62] What movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\n[00:49.11] What role are you playin? I'm only sayin\n[00:51.66] You're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in\n[00:54.16] Playin you, playin you, and playin you\n[00:56.55] Decayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)\n[00:58.81] (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n[01:00.27] You're a weak ass hoe\n[01:02.52] Punk slow yo role\n[01:04.90] You're nothin but a clone\n[01:07.53] With nothin to show\n[01:09.42] You're a weak ass hoe\n[01:11.77] Need a style of your own\n[01:14.29] You're a weak ass hoe\n[01:16.40] You're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)\n[01:20.11] Leave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)\n[01:23.12] Punk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)\n[01:25.82] You're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)\n[01:28.30] You're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)\n[01:30.09] (B-Real)\n[01:30.86] Now look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine\n[01:32.76] Shakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind\n[01:33.84] Please don't mind me, you'll find me\n[01:35.11] Rollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these\n[01:38.07] Well OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble\n[01:40.71] Nice ones, I gotta be out on the double\n[01:43.12] I'll be in that corner table wit my homies\n[01:45.54] Gettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies\n[01:47.94] Huh, what you askin? Do I got plastic\n[01:50.51] To buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\n[01:53.05] Do I got a big home? Do I live alone?\n[01:55.08] Can I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\n[01:57.63] She wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\n[02:00.46] Around her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\n[02:02.65] I don't think so, you stink, hoe\n[02:05.19] The chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\n[02:07.52] Please back up, I know you look good\n[02:10.17] But that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n[02:13.17] (Ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n[02:15.45] (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n[02:16.47] You're a stank ass hoe\n[02:18.60] Tryin to get dough\n[02:20.97] Leave me alone\n[02:23.33] Cause you can't roll\n[02:25.40] You're a stank ass hoe\n[02:28.77] Nut ridin pro\n[02:30.45] You're a stank ass hoe\n[02:33.02] A stank ass hoe\n[02:35.50] Leave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\n[02:38.95] You can't roll (You can't roll)\n[02:41.31] You're a stank ass hoe\n[02:42.87] A stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\n[02:45.51] You're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n[02:48.86] (Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n[02:54.88] (Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n[02:56.89] (B-Real)\n[02:57.47] Here goes another example to begin it\n[02:59.00] With a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\n[03:01.53] When I look at me, I look and see\n[03:03.91] How long it took for you to throw the book at me\n[03:06.41] Damn that shit hurts, but I put in work\n[03:08.88] These niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\n[03:11.30] And smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\n[03:13.65] And put the anti-bacterial assault down\n[03:16.05] Kill germs that wanna test, they want the best\n[03:18.75] Comparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\n[03:20.95] Never settle for stress, or wack rappers\n[03:23.58] I'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n[03:26.32] (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n[03:29.02] (Punk ass nigga)\n[03:29.83] You're a bitch ass hoe\n[03:30.18] Knockin on my door\n[03:32.03] Leave me alone\n[03:33.50] Cause you got no soul\n[03:36.22] You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n[03:39.43] Need to find a place to go\n[03:41.28] You're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\n[03:44.77] You're a bitch ass hoe\n[03:46.35] Don't touch the microphone\n[03:48.59] You're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\n[03:51.03] You're a bitch ass hoe\n[03:53.27] Leave me alone\n[03:55.86] Got no place to go\n[03:58.25] You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n[04:00.83] (Humming)\n[04:01.35] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stank Ass Hoe\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Skull & Bones (Skull)\n  duration_ms: 310000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Sen Dog)\n  start_ms: 1670\n  end_ms: 5550\n- text: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n  start_ms: 5550\n  end_ms: 7480\n- text: Once again, ha ha ha\n  start_ms: 7480\n  end_ms: 9150\n- text: We back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n  start_ms: 9150\n  end_ms: 10420\n- text: (B-Real)\n  start_ms: 10420\n  end_ms: 11420\n- text: Now all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\n  start_ms: 11420\n  end_ms: 13280\n- text: Keep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\n  start_ms: 13280\n  end_ms: 15070\n- text: And yo CDs, you see these\n  start_ms: 15070\n  end_ms: 17440\n- text: Niggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\n  start_ms: 17440\n  end_ms: 19860\n- text: Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\n  start_ms: 19860\n  end_ms: 22450\n- text: The rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\n  start_ms: 22450\n  end_ms: 24740\n- text: I got double platinum records on the wall\n  start_ms: 24740\n  end_ms: 27000\n- text: While you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\n  start_ms: 27000\n  end_ms: 29560\n- text: Cats wanna try me, you must be high\n  start_ms: 29560\n  end_ms: 32210\n- text: Cause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\n  start_ms: 32210\n  end_ms: 34770\n- text: Gimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\n  start_ms: 34770\n  end_ms: 37440\n- text: Any little title you got, I'm takin it\n  start_ms: 37440\n  end_ms: 39480\n- text: You can't have it, you didn't earn it\n  start_ms: 39480\n  end_ms: 42010\n- text: Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\n  start_ms: 42010\n  end_ms: 44340\n- text: Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss\n  start_ms: 44340\n  end_ms: 46620\n- text: What movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\n  start_ms: 46620\n  end_ms: 49110\n- text: What role are you playin? 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Do I got plastic\n  start_ms: 107940\n  end_ms: 110510\n- text: To buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\n  start_ms: 110510\n  end_ms: 113050\n- text: Do I got a big home? Do I live alone?\n  start_ms: 113050\n  end_ms: 115080\n- text: Can I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\n  start_ms: 115080\n  end_ms: 117630\n- text: She wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\n  start_ms: 117630\n  end_ms: 120460\n- text: Around her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\n  start_ms: 120460\n  end_ms: 122650\n- text: I don't think so, you stink, hoe\n  start_ms: 122650\n  end_ms: 125190\n- text: The chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\n  start_ms: 125190\n  end_ms: 127520\n- text: Please back up, I know you look good\n  start_ms: 127520\n  end_ms: 130170\n- text: But that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n  start_ms: 130170\n  end_ms: 133170\n- text: (Ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n  start_ms: 133170\n  end_ms: 135450\n- text: '(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))'\n  start_ms: 135450\n  end_ms: 136470\n- text: You're a stank ass hoe\n  start_ms: 136470\n  end_ms: 138600\n- text: Tryin to get dough\n  start_ms: 138600\n  end_ms: 140970\n- text: Leave me 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you fakin it\n  Any little title you got, I'm takin it\n  You can't have it, you didn't earn it\n  Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\n  Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss\n  What movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\n  What role are you playin? I'm only sayin\n  You're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in\n  Playin you, playin you, and playin you\n  Decayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  Punk slow yo role\n  You're nothin but a clone\n  With nothin to show\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  Need a style of your own\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)\n  Leave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)\n  Punk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)\n\n  (B-Real)\n  Now look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine\n  Shakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind\n  Please don't mind me, you'll find me\n  Rollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these\n  Well OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble\n  Nice ones, I gotta be out on the double\n  I'll be in that corner table wit my homies\n  Gettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies\n  Huh, what you askin? Do I got plastic\n  To buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\n  Do I got a big home? Do I live alone?\n  Can I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\n  She wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\n  Around her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\n  I don't think so, you stink, hoe\n  The chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\n  Please back up, I know you look good\n  But that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n  (Ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  Tryin to get dough\n  Leave me alone\n  Cause you can't roll\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  Nut ridin pro\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  A stank ass hoe\n  Leave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\n  You can't roll (You can't roll)\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  A stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\n  You're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n  (Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n  (Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n\n  (B-Real)\n  Here goes another example to begin it\n  With a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\n  When I look at me, I look and see\n  How long it took for you to throw the book at me\n  Damn that shit hurts, but I put in work\n  These niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\n  And smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\n  And put the anti-bacterial assault down\n  Kill germs that wanna test, they want the best\n  Comparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\n  Never settle for stress, or wack rappers\n  I'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  (Punk ass nigga)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Knockin on my door\n  Leave me alone\n  Cause you got no soul\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n  Need to find a place to go\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Don't touch the microphone\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Leave me alone\n  Got no place to go\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n  (Humming)\n"},{"id":775685,"name":"Stank Ass Hoe","trackName":"Stank Ass Hoe","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Skull & Bones","duration":310.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Sen Dog)\nHa ha ha ha ha ha ha\nOnce again, ha ha ha\nWe back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n\n(B-Real)\nNow all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\nKeep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\nAnd yo CDs, you see these\nNiggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\nHill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\nThe rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\nI got double platinum records on the wall\nWhile you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\nCats wanna try me, you must be high\nCause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\nGimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\nAny little title you got, I'm takin it\nYou can't have it, you didn't earn it\nSpit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\nSuckas wanna floss and play the big boss\nWhat movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\nWhat role are you playin? I'm only sayin\nYou're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in\nPlayin you, playin you, and playin you\nDecayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nPunk slow yo role\nYou're nothin but a clone\nWith nothin to show\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nNeed a style of your own\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)\nLeave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)\nPunk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)\n\n(B-Real)\nNow look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine\nShakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind\nPlease don't mind me, you'll find me\nRollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these\nWell OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble\nNice ones, I gotta be out on the double\nI'll be in that corner table wit my homies\nGettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies\nHuh, what you askin? Do I got plastic\nTo buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\nDo I got a big home? Do I live alone?\nCan I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\nShe wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\nAround her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\nI don't think so, you stink, hoe\nThe chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\nPlease back up, I know you look good\nBut that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n(Ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nTryin to get dough\nLeave me alone\nCause you can't roll\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nNut ridin pro\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nA stank ass hoe\nLeave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\nYou can't roll (You can't roll)\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nA stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\nYou're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n(Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n(Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n\n(B-Real)\nHere goes another example to begin it\nWith a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\nWhen I look at me, I look and see\nHow long it took for you to throw the book at me\nDamn that shit hurts, but I put in work\nThese niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\nAnd smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\nAnd put the anti-bacterial assault down\nKill germs that wanna test, they want the best\nComparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\nNever settle for stress, or wack rappers\nI'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n(Punk ass nigga)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nKnockin on my door\nLeave me alone\nCause you got no soul\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\nNeed to find a place to go\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nDon't touch the microphone\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nLeave me alone\nGot no place to go\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n(Humming)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.67] (Sen Dog)\n[00:05.55] Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n[00:07.48] Once again, ha ha ha\n[00:09.15] We back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n[00:10.42] (B-Real)\n[00:11.42] Now all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\n[00:13.28] Keep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\n[00:15.07] And yo CDs, you see these\n[00:17.44] Niggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\n[00:19.86] Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\n[00:22.45] The rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\n[00:24.74] I got double platinum records on the wall\n[00:27.00] While you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\n[00:29.56] Cats wanna try me, you must be high\n[00:32.21] Cause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\n[00:34.77] Gimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\n[00:37.44] Any little title you got, I'm takin it\n[00:39.48] You can't have it, you didn't earn it\n[00:42.01] Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\n[00:44.34] Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss\n[00:46.62] What movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\n[00:49.11] What role are you playin? I'm only sayin\n[00:51.66] You're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in\n[00:54.16] Playin you, playin you, and playin you\n[00:56.55] Decayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)\n[00:58.81] (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n[01:00.27] You're a weak ass hoe\n[01:02.52] Punk slow yo role\n[01:04.90] You're nothin but a clone\n[01:07.53] With nothin to show\n[01:09.42] You're a weak ass hoe\n[01:11.77] Need a style of your own\n[01:14.29] You're a weak ass hoe\n[01:16.40] You're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)\n[01:20.11] Leave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)\n[01:23.12] Punk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)\n[01:25.82] You're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)\n[01:28.30] You're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)\n[01:30.09] (B-Real)\n[01:30.86] Now look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine\n[01:32.76] Shakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind\n[01:33.84] Please don't mind me, you'll find me\n[01:35.11] Rollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these\n[01:38.07] Well OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble\n[01:40.71] Nice ones, I gotta be out on the double\n[01:43.12] I'll be in that corner table wit my homies\n[01:45.54] Gettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies\n[01:47.94] Huh, what you askin? Do I got plastic\n[01:50.51] To buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\n[01:53.05] Do I got a big home? Do I live alone?\n[01:55.08] Can I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\n[01:57.63] She wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\n[02:00.46] Around her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\n[02:02.65] I don't think so, you stink, hoe\n[02:05.19] The chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\n[02:07.52] Please back up, I know you look good\n[02:10.17] But that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n[02:13.17] (Ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n[02:15.45] (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n[02:16.47] You're a stank ass hoe\n[02:18.60] Tryin to get dough\n[02:20.97] Leave me alone\n[02:23.33] Cause you can't roll\n[02:25.40] You're a stank ass hoe\n[02:28.77] Nut ridin pro\n[02:30.45] You're a stank ass hoe\n[02:33.02] A stank ass hoe\n[02:35.50] Leave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\n[02:38.95] You can't roll (You can't roll)\n[02:41.31] You're a stank ass hoe\n[02:42.87] A stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\n[02:45.51] You're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n[02:48.86] (Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n[02:54.88] (Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n[02:56.89] (B-Real)\n[02:57.47] Here goes another example to begin it\n[02:59.00] With a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\n[03:01.53] When I look at me, I look and see\n[03:03.91] How long it took for you to throw the book at me\n[03:06.41] Damn that shit hurts, but I put in work\n[03:08.88] These niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\n[03:11.30] And smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\n[03:13.65] And put the anti-bacterial assault down\n[03:16.05] Kill germs that wanna test, they want the best\n[03:18.75] Comparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\n[03:20.95] Never settle for stress, or wack rappers\n[03:23.58] I'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n[03:26.32] (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n[03:29.02] (Punk ass nigga)\n[03:29.83] You're a bitch ass hoe\n[03:30.18] Knockin on my door\n[03:32.03] Leave me alone\n[03:33.50] Cause you got no soul\n[03:36.22] You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n[03:39.43] Need to find a place to go\n[03:41.28] You're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\n[03:44.77] You're a bitch ass hoe\n[03:46.35] Don't touch the microphone\n[03:48.59] You're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\n[03:51.03] You're a bitch ass hoe\n[03:53.27] Leave me alone\n[03:55.86] Got no place to go\n[03:58.25] You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n[04:00.83] (Humming)\n[04:01.35] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stank Ass Hoe\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Skull & Bones\n  duration_ms: 310000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Sen Dog)\n  start_ms: 1670\n  end_ms: 5550\n- text: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n  start_ms: 5550\n  end_ms: 7480\n- text: Once again, ha ha ha\n  start_ms: 7480\n  end_ms: 9150\n- text: We back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n  start_ms: 9150\n  end_ms: 10420\n- text: (B-Real)\n  start_ms: 10420\n  end_ms: 11420\n- text: Now all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\n  start_ms: 11420\n  end_ms: 13280\n- text: Keep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\n  start_ms: 13280\n  end_ms: 15070\n- text: And yo CDs, you see these\n  start_ms: 15070\n  end_ms: 17440\n- text: Niggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\n  start_ms: 17440\n  end_ms: 19860\n- text: Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\n  start_ms: 19860\n  end_ms: 22450\n- text: The rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\n  start_ms: 22450\n  end_ms: 24740\n- text: I got double platinum records on the wall\n  start_ms: 24740\n  end_ms: 27000\n- text: While you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\n  start_ms: 27000\n  end_ms: 29560\n- text: Cats wanna try me, you must be high\n  start_ms: 29560\n  end_ms: 32210\n- text: Cause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\n  start_ms: 32210\n  end_ms: 34770\n- text: Gimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\n  start_ms: 34770\n  end_ms: 37440\n- text: Any little title you got, I'm takin it\n  start_ms: 37440\n  end_ms: 39480\n- text: You can't have it, you didn't earn it\n  start_ms: 39480\n  end_ms: 42010\n- text: Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\n  start_ms: 42010\n  end_ms: 44340\n- text: Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss\n  start_ms: 44340\n  end_ms: 46620\n- text: What movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\n  start_ms: 46620\n  end_ms: 49110\n- text: What role are you playin? 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you fakin it\n  Any little title you got, I'm takin it\n  You can't have it, you didn't earn it\n  Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\n  Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss\n  What movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\n  What role are you playin? I'm only sayin\n  You're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in\n  Playin you, playin you, and playin you\n  Decayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  Punk slow yo role\n  You're nothin but a clone\n  With nothin to show\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  Need a style of your own\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)\n  Leave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)\n  Punk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)\n\n  (B-Real)\n  Now look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine\n  Shakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind\n  Please don't mind me, you'll find me\n  Rollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these\n  Well OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble\n  Nice ones, I gotta be out on the double\n  I'll be in that corner table wit my homies\n  Gettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies\n  Huh, what you askin? Do I got plastic\n  To buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\n  Do I got a big home? Do I live alone?\n  Can I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\n  She wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\n  Around her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\n  I don't think so, you stink, hoe\n  The chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\n  Please back up, I know you look good\n  But that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n  (Ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  Tryin to get dough\n  Leave me alone\n  Cause you can't roll\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  Nut ridin pro\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  A stank ass hoe\n  Leave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\n  You can't roll (You can't roll)\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  A stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\n  You're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n  (Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n  (Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n\n  (B-Real)\n  Here goes another example to begin it\n  With a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\n  When I look at me, I look and see\n  How long it took for you to throw the book at me\n  Damn that shit hurts, but I put in work\n  These niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\n  And smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\n  And put the anti-bacterial assault down\n  Kill germs that wanna test, they want the best\n  Comparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\n  Never settle for stress, or wack rappers\n  I'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  (Punk ass nigga)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Knockin on my door\n  Leave me alone\n  Cause you got no soul\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n  Need to find a place to go\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Don't touch the microphone\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Leave me alone\n  Got no place to go\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n  (Humming)\n"},{"id":30795107,"name":"Stank Ass Hoe","trackName":"Stank Ass Hoe","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Skull & Bones (2Xcd, Album, Ltd)","duration":212.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Sen Dog)\nHa ha ha ha ha ha ha\nOnce again, ha ha ha\nWe back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n\n(B-Real)\nNow all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\nKeep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\nAnd yo CDs, you see these\nNiggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\nHill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\nThe rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\nI got double platinum records on the wall\nWhile you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\nCats wanna try me, you must be high\nCause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\nGimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\nAny little title you got, I'm takin it\nYou can't have it, you didn't earn it\nSpit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\nSuckas wanna floss and play the big boss\nWhat movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\nWhat role are you playin? I'm only sayin\nYou're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in\nPlayin you, playin you, and playin you\nDecayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nPunk slow yo role\nYou're nothin but a clone\nWith nothin to show\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nNeed a style of your own\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)\nLeave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)\nPunk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)\n\n(B-Real)\nNow look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine\nShakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind\nPlease don't mind me, you'll find me\nRollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these\nWell OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble\nNice ones, I gotta be out on the double\nI'll be in that corner table wit my homies\nGettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies\nHuh, what you askin? Do I got plastic\nTo buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\nDo I got a big home? Do I live alone?\nCan I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\nShe wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\nAround her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\nI don't think so, you stink, hoe\nThe chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\nPlease back up, I know you look good\nBut that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n(Ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nTryin to get dough\nLeave me alone\nCause you can't roll\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nNut ridin pro\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nA stank ass hoe\nLeave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\nYou can't roll (You can't roll)\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nA stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\nYou're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n(Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n(Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n\n(B-Real)\nHere goes another example to begin it\nWith a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\nWhen I look at me, I look and see\nHow long it took for you to throw the book at me\nDamn that shit hurts, but I put in work\nThese niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\nAnd smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\nAnd put the anti-bacterial assault down\nKill germs that wanna test, they want the best\nComparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\nNever settle for stress, or wack rappers\nI'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n(Punk ass nigga)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nKnockin on my door\nLeave me alone\nCause you got no soul\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\nNeed to find a place to go\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nDon't touch the microphone\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nLeave me alone\nGot no place to go\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n(Humming)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.67] (Sen Dog)\n[00:05.55] Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n[00:07.48] Once again, ha ha ha\n[00:09.15] We back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n[00:10.42] (B-Real)\n[00:11.42] Now all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\n[00:13.28] Keep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\n[00:15.07] And yo CDs, you see these\n[00:17.44] Niggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\n[00:19.86] Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\n[00:22.45] The rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\n[00:24.74] I got double platinum records on the wall\n[00:27.00] While you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\n[00:29.56] Cats wanna try me, you must be high\n[00:32.21] Cause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\n[00:34.77] Gimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\n[00:37.44] Any little title you got, I'm takin it\n[00:39.48] You can't have it, you didn't earn it\n[00:42.01] Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\n[00:44.34] Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss\n[00:46.62] What movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\n[00:49.11] What role are you playin? I'm only sayin\n[00:51.66] You're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in\n[00:54.16] Playin you, playin you, and playin you\n[00:56.55] Decayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)\n[00:58.81] (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n[01:00.27] You're a weak ass hoe\n[01:02.52] Punk slow yo role\n[01:04.90] You're nothin but a clone\n[01:07.53] With nothin to show\n[01:09.42] You're a weak ass hoe\n[01:11.77] Need a style of your own\n[01:14.29] You're a weak ass hoe\n[01:16.40] You're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)\n[01:20.11] Leave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)\n[01:23.12] Punk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)\n[01:25.82] You're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)\n[01:28.30] You're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)\n[01:30.09] (B-Real)\n[01:30.86] Now look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine\n[01:32.76] Shakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind\n[01:33.84] Please don't mind me, you'll find me\n[01:35.11] Rollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these\n[01:38.07] Well OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble\n[01:40.71] Nice ones, I gotta be out on the double\n[01:43.12] I'll be in that corner table wit my homies\n[01:45.54] Gettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies\n[01:47.94] Huh, what you askin? Do I got plastic\n[01:50.51] To buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\n[01:53.05] Do I got a big home? Do I live alone?\n[01:55.08] Can I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\n[01:57.63] She wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\n[02:00.46] Around her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\n[02:02.65] I don't think so, you stink, hoe\n[02:05.19] The chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\n[02:07.52] Please back up, I know you look good\n[02:10.17] But that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n[02:13.17] (Ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n[02:15.45] (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n[02:16.47] You're a stank ass hoe\n[02:18.60] Tryin to get dough\n[02:20.97] Leave me alone\n[02:23.33] Cause you can't roll\n[02:25.40] You're a stank ass hoe\n[02:28.77] Nut ridin pro\n[02:30.45] You're a stank ass hoe\n[02:33.02] A stank ass hoe\n[02:35.50] Leave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\n[02:38.95] You can't roll (You can't roll)\n[02:41.31] You're a stank ass hoe\n[02:42.87] A stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\n[02:45.51] You're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n[02:48.86] (Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n[02:54.88] (Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n[02:56.89] (B-Real)\n[02:57.47] Here goes another example to begin it\n[02:59.00] With a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\n[03:01.53] When I look at me, I look and see\n[03:03.91] How long it took for you to throw the book at me\n[03:06.41] Damn that shit hurts, but I put in work\n[03:08.88] These niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\n[03:11.30] And smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\n[03:13.65] And put the anti-bacterial assault down\n[03:16.05] Kill germs that wanna test, they want the best\n[03:18.75] Comparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\n[03:20.95] Never settle for stress, or wack rappers\n[03:23.58] I'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n[03:26.32] (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n[03:29.02] (Punk ass nigga)\n[03:29.83] You're a bitch ass hoe\n[03:30.18] Knockin on my door\n[03:32.03] Leave me alone\n[03:33.50] Cause you got no soul\n[03:36.22] You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n[03:39.43] Need to find a place to go\n[03:41.28] You're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\n[03:44.77] You're a bitch ass hoe\n[03:46.35] Don't touch the microphone\n[03:48.59] You're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\n[03:51.03] You're a bitch ass hoe\n[03:53.27] Leave me alone\n[03:55.86] Got no place to go\n[03:58.25] You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n[04:00.83] (Humming)\n[04:01.35] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stank Ass Hoe\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Skull & Bones (2Xcd, Album, Ltd)\n  duration_ms: 212000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Sen Dog)\n  start_ms: 1670\n  end_ms: 5550\n- text: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n  start_ms: 5550\n  end_ms: 7480\n- text: Once again, ha ha ha\n  start_ms: 7480\n  end_ms: 9150\n- text: We back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n  start_ms: 9150\n  end_ms: 10420\n- text: (B-Real)\n  start_ms: 10420\n  end_ms: 11420\n- text: Now all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\n  start_ms: 11420\n  end_ms: 13280\n- text: Keep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\n  start_ms: 13280\n  end_ms: 15070\n- text: And yo CDs, you see these\n  start_ms: 15070\n  end_ms: 17440\n- text: Niggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\n  start_ms: 17440\n  end_ms: 19860\n- text: Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\n  start_ms: 19860\n  end_ms: 22450\n- text: The rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\n  start_ms: 22450\n  end_ms: 24740\n- text: I got double platinum records on the wall\n  start_ms: 24740\n  end_ms: 27000\n- text: While you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\n  start_ms: 27000\n  end_ms: 29560\n- text: Cats wanna try me, you must be high\n  start_ms: 29560\n  end_ms: 32210\n- text: Cause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\n  start_ms: 32210\n  end_ms: 34770\n- text: Gimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\n  start_ms: 34770\n  end_ms: 37440\n- text: Any little title you got, I'm takin it\n  start_ms: 37440\n  end_ms: 39480\n- text: You can't have it, you didn't earn it\n  start_ms: 39480\n  end_ms: 42010\n- text: Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\n  start_ms: 42010\n  end_ms: 44340\n- text: Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss\n  start_ms: 44340\n  end_ms: 46620\n- text: What movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\n  start_ms: 46620\n  end_ms: 49110\n- text: What role are you playin? 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you fakin it\n  Any little title you got, I'm takin it\n  You can't have it, you didn't earn it\n  Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\n  Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss\n  What movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\n  What role are you playin? I'm only sayin\n  You're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in\n  Playin you, playin you, and playin you\n  Decayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  Punk slow yo role\n  You're nothin but a clone\n  With nothin to show\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  Need a style of your own\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)\n  Leave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)\n  Punk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)\n\n  (B-Real)\n  Now look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine\n  Shakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind\n  Please don't mind me, you'll find me\n  Rollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these\n  Well OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble\n  Nice ones, I gotta be out on the double\n  I'll be in that corner table wit my homies\n  Gettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies\n  Huh, what you askin? Do I got plastic\n  To buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\n  Do I got a big home? Do I live alone?\n  Can I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\n  She wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\n  Around her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\n  I don't think so, you stink, hoe\n  The chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\n  Please back up, I know you look good\n  But that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n  (Ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  Tryin to get dough\n  Leave me alone\n  Cause you can't roll\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  Nut ridin pro\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  A stank ass hoe\n  Leave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\n  You can't roll (You can't roll)\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  A stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\n  You're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n  (Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n  (Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n\n  (B-Real)\n  Here goes another example to begin it\n  With a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\n  When I look at me, I look and see\n  How long it took for you to throw the book at me\n  Damn that shit hurts, but I put in work\n  These niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\n  And smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\n  And put the anti-bacterial assault down\n  Kill germs that wanna test, they want the best\n  Comparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\n  Never settle for stress, or wack rappers\n  I'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  (Punk ass nigga)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Knockin on my door\n  Leave me alone\n  Cause you got no soul\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n  Need to find a place to go\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Don't touch the microphone\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Leave me alone\n  Got no place to go\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n  (Humming)\n"},{"id":33076258,"name":"Stank Ass Hoe","trackName":"Stank Ass Hoe","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Skull & Bones - Skull (CD 1)","duration":310.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Sen Dog)\nHa ha ha ha ha ha ha\nOnce again, ha ha ha\nWe back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n\n(B-Real)\nNow all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\nKeep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\nAnd yo CDs, you see these\nNiggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\nHill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\nThe rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\nI got double platinum records on the wall\nWhile you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\nCats wanna try me, you must be high\nCause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\nGimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\nAny little title you got, I'm takin it\nYou can't have it, you didn't earn it\nSpit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\nSuckas wanna floss and play the big boss\nWhat movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\nWhat role are you playin? I'm only sayin\nYou're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in\nPlayin you, playin you, and playin you\nDecayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nPunk slow yo role\nYou're nothin but a clone\nWith nothin to show\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nNeed a style of your own\nYou're a weak ass hoe\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)\nLeave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)\nPunk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)\nYou're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)\n\n(B-Real)\nNow look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine\nShakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind\nPlease don't mind me, you'll find me\nRollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these\nWell OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble\nNice ones, I gotta be out on the double\nI'll be in that corner table wit my homies\nGettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies\nHuh, what you askin? Do I got plastic\nTo buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\nDo I got a big home? Do I live alone?\nCan I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\nShe wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\nAround her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\nI don't think so, you stink, hoe\nThe chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\nPlease back up, I know you look good\nBut that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n(Ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nTryin to get dough\nLeave me alone\nCause you can't roll\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nNut ridin pro\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nA stank ass hoe\nLeave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\nYou can't roll (You can't roll)\nYou're a stank ass hoe\nA stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\nYou're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n(Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n(Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n\n(B-Real)\nHere goes another example to begin it\nWith a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\nWhen I look at me, I look and see\nHow long it took for you to throw the book at me\nDamn that shit hurts, but I put in work\nThese niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\nAnd smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\nAnd put the anti-bacterial assault down\nKill germs that wanna test, they want the best\nComparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\nNever settle for stress, or wack rappers\nI'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n(Punk ass nigga)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nKnockin on my door\nLeave me alone\nCause you got no soul\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\nNeed to find a place to go\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nDon't touch the microphone\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\nYou're a bitch ass hoe\nLeave me alone\nGot no place to go\nYou're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n(Humming)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.67] (Sen Dog)\n[00:05.55] Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n[00:07.48] Once again, ha ha ha\n[00:09.15] We back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n[00:10.42] (B-Real)\n[00:11.42] Now all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\n[00:13.28] Keep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\n[00:15.07] And yo CDs, you see these\n[00:17.44] Niggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\n[00:19.86] Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\n[00:22.45] The rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\n[00:24.74] I got double platinum records on the wall\n[00:27.00] While you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\n[00:29.56] Cats wanna try me, you must be high\n[00:32.21] Cause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\n[00:34.77] Gimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\n[00:37.44] Any little title you got, I'm takin it\n[00:39.48] You can't have it, you didn't earn it\n[00:42.01] Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\n[00:44.34] Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss\n[00:46.62] What movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\n[00:49.11] What role are you playin? I'm only sayin\n[00:51.66] You're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in\n[00:54.16] Playin you, playin you, and playin you\n[00:56.55] Decayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)\n[00:58.81] (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n[01:00.27] You're a weak ass hoe\n[01:02.52] Punk slow yo role\n[01:04.90] You're nothin but a clone\n[01:07.53] With nothin to show\n[01:09.42] You're a weak ass hoe\n[01:11.77] Need a style of your own\n[01:14.29] You're a weak ass hoe\n[01:16.40] You're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)\n[01:20.11] Leave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)\n[01:23.12] Punk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)\n[01:25.82] You're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)\n[01:28.30] You're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)\n[01:30.09] (B-Real)\n[01:30.86] Now look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine\n[01:32.76] Shakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind\n[01:33.84] Please don't mind me, you'll find me\n[01:35.11] Rollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these\n[01:38.07] Well OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble\n[01:40.71] Nice ones, I gotta be out on the double\n[01:43.12] I'll be in that corner table wit my homies\n[01:45.54] Gettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies\n[01:47.94] Huh, what you askin? Do I got plastic\n[01:50.51] To buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\n[01:53.05] Do I got a big home? Do I live alone?\n[01:55.08] Can I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\n[01:57.63] She wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\n[02:00.46] Around her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\n[02:02.65] I don't think so, you stink, hoe\n[02:05.19] The chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\n[02:07.52] Please back up, I know you look good\n[02:10.17] But that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n[02:13.17] (Ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n[02:15.45] (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n[02:16.47] You're a stank ass hoe\n[02:18.60] Tryin to get dough\n[02:20.97] Leave me alone\n[02:23.33] Cause you can't roll\n[02:25.40] You're a stank ass hoe\n[02:28.77] Nut ridin pro\n[02:30.45] You're a stank ass hoe\n[02:33.02] A stank ass hoe\n[02:35.50] Leave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\n[02:38.95] You can't roll (You can't roll)\n[02:41.31] You're a stank ass hoe\n[02:42.87] A stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\n[02:45.51] You're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n[02:48.86] (Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n[02:54.88] (Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n[02:56.89] (B-Real)\n[02:57.47] Here goes another example to begin it\n[02:59.00] With a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\n[03:01.53] When I look at me, I look and see\n[03:03.91] How long it took for you to throw the book at me\n[03:06.41] Damn that shit hurts, but I put in work\n[03:08.88] These niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\n[03:11.30] And smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\n[03:13.65] And put the anti-bacterial assault down\n[03:16.05] Kill germs that wanna test, they want the best\n[03:18.75] Comparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\n[03:20.95] Never settle for stress, or wack rappers\n[03:23.58] I'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n[03:26.32] (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n[03:29.02] (Punk ass nigga)\n[03:29.83] You're a bitch ass hoe\n[03:30.18] Knockin on my door\n[03:32.03] Leave me alone\n[03:33.50] Cause you got no soul\n[03:36.22] You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n[03:39.43] Need to find a place to go\n[03:41.28] You're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\n[03:44.77] You're a bitch ass hoe\n[03:46.35] Don't touch the microphone\n[03:48.59] You're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\n[03:51.03] You're a bitch ass hoe\n[03:53.27] Leave me alone\n[03:55.86] Got no place to go\n[03:58.25] You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n[04:00.83] (Humming)\n[04:01.35] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stank Ass Hoe\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Skull & Bones - Skull (CD 1)\n  duration_ms: 310000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Sen Dog)\n  start_ms: 1670\n  end_ms: 5550\n- text: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n  start_ms: 5550\n  end_ms: 7480\n- text: Once again, ha ha ha\n  start_ms: 7480\n  end_ms: 9150\n- text: We back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n  start_ms: 9150\n  end_ms: 10420\n- text: (B-Real)\n  start_ms: 10420\n  end_ms: 11420\n- text: Now all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\n  start_ms: 11420\n  end_ms: 13280\n- text: Keep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\n  start_ms: 13280\n  end_ms: 15070\n- text: And yo CDs, you see these\n  start_ms: 15070\n  end_ms: 17440\n- text: Niggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\n  start_ms: 17440\n  end_ms: 19860\n- text: Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\n  start_ms: 19860\n  end_ms: 22450\n- text: The rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\n  start_ms: 22450\n  end_ms: 24740\n- text: I got double platinum records on the wall\n  start_ms: 24740\n  end_ms: 27000\n- text: While you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\n  start_ms: 27000\n  end_ms: 29560\n- text: Cats wanna try me, you must be high\n  start_ms: 29560\n  end_ms: 32210\n- text: Cause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\n  start_ms: 32210\n  end_ms: 34770\n- text: Gimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\n  start_ms: 34770\n  end_ms: 37440\n- text: Any little title you got, I'm takin it\n  start_ms: 37440\n  end_ms: 39480\n- text: You can't have it, you didn't earn it\n  start_ms: 39480\n  end_ms: 42010\n- text: Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\n  start_ms: 42010\n  end_ms: 44340\n- text: Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss\n  start_ms: 44340\n  end_ms: 46620\n- text: What movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\n  start_ms: 46620\n  end_ms: 49110\n- text: What role are you playin? 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alone\n  start_ms: 140970\n  end_ms: 143330\n- text: Cause you can't roll\n  start_ms: 143330\n  end_ms: 145400\n- text: You're a stank ass hoe\n  start_ms: 145400\n  end_ms: 148770\n- text: Nut ridin pro\n  start_ms: 148770\n  end_ms: 150450\n- text: You're a stank ass hoe\n  start_ms: 150450\n  end_ms: 153020\n- text: A stank ass hoe\n  start_ms: 153020\n  end_ms: 155500\n- text: Leave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\n  start_ms: 155500\n  end_ms: 158950\n- text: You can't roll (You can't roll)\n  start_ms: 158950\n  end_ms: 161310\n- text: You're a stank ass hoe\n  start_ms: 161310\n  end_ms: 162870\n- text: A stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\n  start_ms: 162870\n  end_ms: 165510\n- text: You're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n  start_ms: 165510\n  end_ms: 168860\n- text: (Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n  start_ms: 168860\n  end_ms: 174880\n- text: (Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n  start_ms: 174880\n  end_ms: 176890\n- text: (B-Real)\n  start_ms: 176890\n  end_ms: 177470\n- text: Here goes another example to begin it\n  start_ms: 177470\n  end_ms: 179000\n- text: With a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\n  start_ms: 179000\n  end_ms: 181530\n- text: When I look at me, I look and see\n  start_ms: 181530\n  end_ms: 183910\n- text: How long it took for you to throw the book at me\n  start_ms: 183910\n  end_ms: 186410\n- text: Damn that shit hurts, but I put in work\n  start_ms: 186410\n  end_ms: 188880\n- text: These niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\n  start_ms: 188880\n  end_ms: 191300\n- text: And smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\n  start_ms: 191300\n  end_ms: 193650\n- text: And put the anti-bacterial assault down\n  start_ms: 193650\n  end_ms: 196050\n- text: Kill germs that wanna test, they want the best\n  start_ms: 196050\n  end_ms: 198750\n- text: Comparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\n  start_ms: 198750\n  end_ms: 200950\n- text: Never settle for stress, or wack rappers\n  start_ms: 200950\n  end_ms: 203580\n- text: I'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n  start_ms: 203580\n  end_ms: 206320\n- text: '(Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))'\n  start_ms: 206320\n  end_ms: 209020\n- text: (Punk ass nigga)\n  start_ms: 209020\n  end_ms: 209830\n- text: You're a bitch ass hoe\n  start_ms: 209830\n  end_ms: 210180\n- text: Knockin on my door\n  start_ms: 210180\n  end_ms: 212030\n- text: Leave me alone\n  start_ms: 212030\n  end_ms: 213500\n- text: Cause you got no soul\n  start_ms: 213500\n  end_ms: 216220\n- text: You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n  start_ms: 216220\n  end_ms: 219430\n- text: Need to find a place to go\n  start_ms: 219430\n  end_ms: 221280\n- text: You're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\n  start_ms: 221280\n  end_ms: 224770\n- text: You're a bitch ass hoe\n  start_ms: 224770\n  end_ms: 226350\n- text: Don't touch the microphone\n  start_ms: 226350\n  end_ms: 228590\n- text: You're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\n  start_ms: 228590\n  end_ms: 231030\n- text: You're a bitch ass hoe\n  start_ms: 231030\n  end_ms: 233270\n- text: Leave me alone\n  start_ms: 233270\n  end_ms: 235860\n- text: Got no place to go\n  start_ms: 235860\n  end_ms: 238250\n- text: You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n  start_ms: 238250\n  end_ms: 240830\n- text: (Humming)\n  start_ms: 240830\n  end_ms: 241350\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 241350\nplain: |-\n  (Sen Dog)\n  Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n  Once again, ha ha ha\n  We back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n\n  (B-Real)\n  Now all these new nigas tryin to bust grips\n  Keep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes\n  And yo CDs, you see these\n  Niggas wit the weed leaves, you need these\n  Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka\n  The rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor\n  I got double platinum records on the wall\n  While you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall\n  Cats wanna try me, you must be high\n  Cause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?\n  Gimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it\n  Any little title you got, I'm takin it\n  You can't have it, you didn't earn it\n  Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it\n  Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss\n  What movie you livin in and how much did it cost?\n  What role are you playin? I'm only sayin\n  You're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in\n  Playin you, playin you, and playin you\n  Decayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  Punk slow yo role\n  You're nothin but a clone\n  With nothin to show\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  Need a style of your own\n  You're a weak ass hoe\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)\n  Leave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)\n  Punk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)\n  You're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)\n\n  (B-Real)\n  Now look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine\n  Shakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind\n  Please don't mind me, you'll find me\n  Rollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these\n  Well OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble\n  Nice ones, I gotta be out on the double\n  I'll be in that corner table wit my homies\n  Gettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies\n  Huh, what you askin? Do I got plastic\n  To buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?\n  Do I got a big home? Do I live alone?\n  Can I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone\n  She wanna ride me, she wanna tie me\n  Around her tiny little finger and ride me blindly\n  I don't think so, you stink, hoe\n  The chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe\n  Please back up, I know you look good\n  But that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch\n  (Ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  Tryin to get dough\n  Leave me alone\n  Cause you can't roll\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  Nut ridin pro\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  A stank ass hoe\n  Leave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)\n  You can't roll (You can't roll)\n  You're a stank ass hoe\n  A stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)\n  You're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)\n  (Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n  (Bring it back homie, come on, huh)\n\n  (B-Real)\n  Here goes another example to begin it\n  With a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it\n  When I look at me, I look and see\n  How long it took for you to throw the book at me\n  Damn that shit hurts, but I put in work\n  These niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk\n  And smirk when you fall down, but I calm down\n  And put the anti-bacterial assault down\n  Kill germs that wanna test, they want the best\n  Comparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess\n  Never settle for stress, or wack rappers\n  I'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog))\n  (Punk ass nigga)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Knockin on my door\n  Leave me alone\n  Cause you got no soul\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n  Need to find a place to go\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Don't touch the microphone\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)\n  You're a bitch ass hoe\n  Leave me alone\n  Got no place to go\n  You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)\n  (Humming)\n"}]