[{"id":35928672,"name":"Drama","trackName":"Drama","artistName":"DJ Kay Slay","albumName":"The Streetsweeper Vol. 2: The Pain From The Game","duration":256.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hey, hey, what, what\nIt's the motherfucking drama king, Kay Slay\nMe, it's your boy Lil' Jon, hey, hey\nLet's go huh, what, what, what\nLet's go huh, yeah, hey, hey\nLet's go huh\n\nAyo it's DJ Kay Slay, the drama king\nAin't nothing but real niggas up on this track right here\nSo yo Brian, we gots to get up in the mix\nLike we back on the block in '86\n\nIn my hood talking fake shit what you gon' get (Drama)\nWhat, what (Drama)\nIn my face like you know me hoe, he get (Drama)\nYeah (Drama)\nTryna say some, freak bitch, what he gon' get (Drama)\nHey, hey (Drama)\nYou better back up before you get slapped quick (Drama)\nAbout that nigga named (Drama)\n\nSay it\n\nNiggas sayin' what they gon' do when they see that Bun B\n\nYou tellin' everybody out there, all that dumb shit but me\nAlright you niggas want it, I got it, fuck it, it's his face (Face)\nSoon as I get the word from Kay, niggas is getting slayed (Slayed)\nThe .50 cal handgun, the mask (Mask), the gloves (Gloves)\n\nCatch a nigga off the street, show his\nBitch ass some love (Bitch ass some love)\nHoe you ain't gettin' no greater, you's a hater\nGive him thirty in his grill, feed his ass to the gators\nFuck him now and fuck him later, niggas\nKnow 'cause niggas seen it (Seen it)\nI'm gettin' my money, that don't get your bitch\nAss between it (Your bitch ass between it)\nRaw in his sushi, it's still swimmin' in the sea\n\nI don't know how shit was, but I know how shit is finna be (What?)\nKillin' off the enemy, short-stoppin' your cut (Yeah)\nCuttin' off your supply 'cause now you could never fuck us (Okay)\nGot the thing and I'ma bust, I ain't scared to do the time\nSo if you wanna fuck with us, best to have it on your mind (Drama)\n\nIn my hood talking fake shit what you gon' get (Drama)\nWhat, what (Drama)\nIn my face like you know me hoe, he get (Drama)\nYeah (Drama)\nTryna say some, freak bitch, what he gon' get (Drama)\nHey, hey (Drama)\nYou better back up before you get slapped quick (Drama)\nAbout that nigga named (Drama)\n\nKay Sleazy, man it's easy look for me to go and bust\nOn pussy ass niggas who can't shut the fuck up\nThe drama slap your mama kid and Mr. Mississippi\nIf there's problems, come and get me, man I dump a hundred fifty\nOut the K, blow him away, make his mama say\n\nOh my, nigga die, I roll around high\nOn the dro, clicked out, bustin' the four-four\nIf you really buck girl then you slap that hoe\nKnock her out, bitch look, you know what I'm about\nWarfare, if you drill then put it in the air\nBig guns, big funds and real big wheels\nGon' hit him in his chest and watch his body windmill\nAw fuck, David Banner is comin' out the cut\nAll I got in this world is my word and my nuts, fuck nigga\n\nYo we gotta let these niggas know what they get\nWhen they fuckin', start with that bullshit\n\nIn my hood talking fake shit what you gon' get (Drama)\nWhat, what (Drama)\nIn my face like you know me hoe, he get (Drama)\nYeah (Drama)\nTryna say some, freak bitch, what he gon' get (Drama)\nHey, hey (Drama)\nYou better back up before you get slapped quick (Drama)\nAbout that nigga named (Drama)\n\nMotherfucker wanna get done, packing heat like a sauna\nBlaow-blaow in the crowd, now watch the crowd go wild\nLet the shells jump out the clip and they ducking and dipping\nBut I'm too fast for 'em, Mr. Potato Head, they flipping\nPut a mask on 'em, clashing, harassing, blasting\nWith a full tank of gas then put it in your ass when\n\nAsking without a reason, they leaking\nBecause my tolerance is limited, got 'em smoking like chimney\nLeave your body jumping like Jiminy, you're the enemy\nThey envy me, it's a sin to be friends with me\nNiggas who ain't kin to me, family\nHandle the problem, we need to ball hard not soft, I was taught\nWhen you're done with 'em then they better not be able to walk\nDon't talk, let your actions speak for ya\n\nThe block ain't hot until it boil\nI love the block like Popeye did Olive Oyl\n\nI make bread on the soil\n\nIn my hood talking fake shit what you gon' get (Drama)\nWhat, what (Drama)\nIn my face like you know me hoe, he get (Drama)\nYeah (Drama)\nTryna say some, freak bitch, what he gon' get (Drama)\nHey, hey (Drama)\nYou better back up before you get slapped quick (Drama)\nAbout that nigga named (Drama)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.11] Hey, hey, what, what\n[00:04.41] It's the motherfucking drama king, Kay Slay\n[00:07.74] Me, it's your boy Lil' Jon, hey, hey\n[00:11.06] Let's go huh, what, what, what\n[00:15.02] Let's go huh, yeah, hey, hey\n[00:20.42] Let's go huh\n[00:21.53] Ayo it's DJ Kay Slay, the drama king\n[00:24.21] Ain't nothing but real niggas up on this track right here\n[00:27.07] So yo Brian, we gots to get up in the mix\n[00:29.52] Like we back on the block in '86\n[00:31.73] In my hood talking fake shit what you gon' get (Drama)\n[00:35.73] What, what (Drama)\n[00:37.08] In my face like you know me hoe, he get (Drama)\n[00:41.05] Yeah (Drama)\n[00:42.39] Tryna say some, freak bitch, what he gon' get (Drama)\n[00:46.44] Hey, hey (Drama)\n[00:47.39] You better back up before you get slapped quick (Drama)\n[00:51.67] About that nigga named (Drama)\n[00:53.08] Say it\n[00:53.08] Niggas sayin' what they gon' do when they see that Bun B\n[00:55.50] You tellin' everybody out there, all that dumb shit but me\n[00:58.23] Alright you niggas want it, I got it, fuck it, it's his face (Face)\n[01:01.27] Soon as I get the word from Kay, niggas is getting slayed (Slayed)\n[01:03.96] The .50 cal handgun, the mask (Mask), the gloves (Gloves)\n[01:06.36] Catch a nigga off the street, show his\n[01:08.01] Bitch ass some love (Bitch ass some love)\n[01:09.54] Hoe you ain't gettin' no greater, you's a hater\n[01:11.72] Give him thirty in his grill, feed his ass to the gators\n[01:14.37] Fuck him now and fuck him later, niggas\n[01:16.01] Know 'cause niggas seen it (Seen it)\n[01:17.25] I'm gettin' my money, that don't get your bitch\n[01:18.98] Ass between it (Your bitch ass between it)\n[01:20.24] Raw in his sushi, it's still swimmin' in the sea\n[01:22.89] I don't know how shit was, but I know how shit is finna be (What?)\n[01:25.45] Killin' off the enemy, short-stoppin' your cut (Yeah)\n[01:27.96] Cuttin' off your supply 'cause now you could never fuck us (Okay)\n[01:30.41] Got the thing and I'ma bust, I ain't scared to do the time\n[01:33.08] So if you wanna fuck with us, best to have it on your mind (Drama)\n[01:36.07] In my hood talking fake shit what you gon' get (Drama)\n[01:39.79] What, what (Drama)\n[01:41.01] In my face like you know me hoe, he get (Drama)\n[01:45.00] Yeah (Drama)\n[01:46.32] Tryna say some, freak bitch, what he gon' get (Drama)\n[01:50.49] Hey, hey (Drama)\n[01:51.46] You better back up before you get slapped quick (Drama)\n[01:55.52] About that nigga named (Drama)\n[01:56.83] Kay Sleazy, man it's easy look for me to go and bust\n[01:59.75] On pussy ass niggas who can't shut the fuck up\n[02:02.30] The drama slap your mama kid and Mr. Mississippi\n[02:05.11] If there's problems, come and get me, man I dump a hundred fifty\n[02:07.74] Out the K, blow him away, make his mama say\n[02:10.41] Oh my, nigga die, I roll around high\n[02:13.14] On the dro, clicked out, bustin' the four-four\n[02:15.72] If you really buck girl then you slap that hoe\n[02:18.37] Knock her out, bitch look, you know what I'm about\n[02:21.01] Warfare, if you drill then put it in the air\n[02:23.73] Big guns, big funds and real big wheels\n[02:26.32] Gon' hit him in his chest and watch his body windmill\n[02:29.03] Aw fuck, David Banner is comin' out the cut\n[02:31.71] All I got in this world is my word and my nuts, fuck nigga\n[02:35.15] Yo we gotta let these niggas know what they get\n[02:36.68] When they fuckin', start with that bullshit\n[02:39.70] In my hood talking fake shit what you gon' get (Drama)\n[02:43.78] What, what (Drama)\n[02:45.18] In my face like you know me hoe, he get (Drama)\n[02:49.15] Yeah (Drama)\n[02:50.34] Tryna say some, freak bitch, what he gon' get (Drama)\n[02:54.49] Hey, hey (Drama)\n[02:55.34] You better back up before you get slapped quick (Drama)\n[02:59.51] About that nigga named (Drama)\n[03:00.89] Motherfucker wanna get done, packing heat like a sauna\n[03:03.55] Blaow-blaow in the crowd, now watch the crowd go wild\n[03:06.22] Let the shells jump out the clip and they ducking and dipping\n[03:08.72] But I'm too fast for 'em, Mr. Potato Head, they flipping\n[03:11.94] Put a mask on 'em, clashing, harassing, blasting\n[03:14.58] With a full tank of gas then put it in your ass when\n[03:17.44] Asking without a reason, they leaking\n[03:19.38] Because my tolerance is limited, got 'em smoking like chimney\n[03:22.44] Leave your body jumping like Jiminy, you're the enemy\n[03:25.04] They envy me, it's a sin to be friends with me\n[03:27.49] Niggas who ain't kin to me, family\n[03:29.49] Handle the problem, we need to ball hard not soft, I was taught\n[03:32.65] When you're done with 'em then they better not be able to walk\n[03:35.54] Don't talk, let your actions speak for ya\n[03:37.81] The block ain't hot until it boil\n[03:39.93] I love the block like Popeye did Olive Oyl\n[03:42.56] I make bread on the soil\n[03:44.05] In my hood talking fake shit what you gon' get (Drama)\n[03:47.75] What, what (Drama)\n[03:49.10] In my face like you know me hoe, he get (Drama)\n[03:53.16] Yeah (Drama)\n[03:54.40] Tryna say some, freak bitch, what he gon' get (Drama)\n[03:58.49] Hey, hey (Drama)\n[03:59.46] You better back up before you get slapped quick (Drama)\n[04:03.58] About that nigga named (Drama)\n[04:15.67] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Drama\n  artist: DJ Kay Slay\n  album: 'The Streetsweeper Vol. 2: The Pain From The Game'\n  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Like we back on the block in '86\n\n  In my hood talking fake shit what you gon' get (Drama)\n  What, what (Drama)\n  In my face like you know me hoe, he get (Drama)\n  Yeah (Drama)\n  Tryna say some, freak bitch, what he gon' get (Drama)\n  Hey, hey (Drama)\n  You better back up before you get slapped quick (Drama)\n  About that nigga named (Drama)\n\n  Say it\n\n  Niggas sayin' what they gon' do when they see that Bun B\n\n  You tellin' everybody out there, all that dumb shit but me\n  Alright you niggas want it, I got it, fuck it, it's his face (Face)\n  Soon as I get the word from Kay, niggas is getting slayed (Slayed)\n  The .50 cal handgun, the mask (Mask), the gloves (Gloves)\n\n  Catch a nigga off the street, show his\n  Bitch ass some love (Bitch ass some love)\n  Hoe you ain't gettin' no greater, you's a hater\n  Give him thirty in his grill, feed his ass to the gators\n  Fuck him now and fuck him later, niggas\n  Know 'cause niggas seen it (Seen it)\n  I'm gettin' my money, that don't get your bitch\n  Ass between it (Your bitch ass between it)\n  Raw in his sushi, it's still swimmin' in the sea\n\n  I don't know how shit was, but I know how shit is finna be (What?)\n  Killin' off the enemy, short-stoppin' your cut (Yeah)\n  Cuttin' off your supply 'cause now you could never fuck us (Okay)\n  Got the thing and I'ma bust, I ain't scared to do the time\n  So if you wanna fuck with us, best to have it on your mind (Drama)\n\n  In my hood talking fake shit what you gon' get (Drama)\n  What, what (Drama)\n  In my face like you know me hoe, he get (Drama)\n  Yeah (Drama)\n  Tryna say some, freak bitch, what he gon' get (Drama)\n  Hey, hey (Drama)\n  You better back up before you get slapped quick (Drama)\n  About that nigga named (Drama)\n\n  Kay Sleazy, man it's easy look for me to go and bust\n  On pussy ass niggas who can't shut the fuck up\n  The drama slap your mama kid and Mr. Mississippi\n  If there's problems, come and get me, man I dump a hundred 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I'm sorry, I'm back\n\nLets go get 'em, Just!\nHey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, uh huh\n\nShow me what you got, lil' mama\nShow me what you got, pretty lady\nShow me what you got, shorty\nShow me what you got, baby\nHands up and wave (Show 'em what you got)\nAnd wave (Show 'em what you got)\nAnd wave (Show 'em what you got) And wave\n\nGive the drummer some\nShit, I already gave the summer some\nOIt's the winter's turn\nHovie Hov is the coldest\nI'm just getting better with time I'm like Opus\nOne young, no two alike, like a snowflake\nOkay, show me what you got, babe\nWords is slurring, engine purring\nMami frontin', but I'm so determined\nShots of Patron, now she's in a zone\nI ain't talking about the 2-3\nMami in the zone like the homie 2-3\nJordan or James, makes no difference, boo\nI'm ballin' the same, nigga, I am the Mike Jordan of recording\nNigga, you might want to fall back from recording\nShit that you write; it's not important\nSo it forced him to go for the hype\nFor being brave, and they may applaud him\nWell, misery I will assure them\nAw, baby, just ignore them\nTruth or dare, mami, listen and learn\nI got a drop I just took off the top, it's your turn\n\nHey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey\n\nShow me what you got, lil' mama\nShow me what you got, pretty lady\nShow me what you got, shorty\nShow me what you got, baby\nHands up and wave, and wave, and wave, and wave\n\nShow me what you got, lil' mama\nShow me what you got, pretty lady\nShow me what you got, shorty\nShow me what you got, baby\nHands up and wave (Show 'em what you got)\nAnd wave (Show 'em what you got)\nAnd wave (Show 'em what you got) And wave\n\nH.O.V.A., gold bottles of that ace of spade\nWhy even fool with these other guys?\nThey all stingy, all these dudes know how to say is 'gimmie'\nGimmie some head, give me some brain\nGive me your number, gimmie your name\nBut if I get one night, baby girl, I swear\nI'll make you tell these other dudes gimmie got you here\nI'll take you shopping, take long trips\nI'll take the cork off, you can take sips\nI'll take you there, take my time, take your clothes off\nI'll take off mine, ma, show me what you got\nHovi in the spot tried to told you I was hot\nTell these other dudes it's a wrap\nGet the fuck out the throne, you clone, the king's back!\nY'all got less than two months to get y'all thing together, good luck!\n\nShow me what you got, lil' mama\nShow me what you got, pretty lady\nShow me what you got, shorty\nShow me what you got, baby\nHands up and wave (Show 'em what you got)\nAnd wave (Show 'em what you got)\nAnd wave (Show 'em what you got) And wave\n\nShow me what you got, lil' mama\nShow me what you got, pretty lady\nShow me what you got, shorty\nShow me what you got, baby\nHands up and wave (Show 'em what you got)\nAnd wave (Show 'em what you got)\nAnd wave (Show 'em what you got) And wave uh\n\nLadies and gentlemen, the most incredible!\nH.O., uh huh H.O. uh huh, he's back! Uh uh\nJustin Blaze you the Blazettes\nRocafella Records the dynasty continues, y'all die Peace","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Do U Wanna Ride\n  artist: Jay-Z Feat. John Legend\n  album: DJ Kay Slay - Drama Season Begins Now\n  duration_ms: 326000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  This is a state of emergency\n  What you want me to do? 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right there\n\"Where?\" \"Right there\"\nI had you niggas in suits, cleaner than a pair of fresh Nike Airs\nI'm suppose to enjoy this shit but it's quite clear\nThe last 12 months been a fuckin' nightmare\n\nThis shit is worst then arguing with my bitch\nI done been through more up and downs then an Impala swith\nGet your hand out of my pocket nigga, go fish\nI was born by myself so I don't owe yall shit\nNigga you tell me, what you want me to do\nDrop my son off at home and come bang with u?\nOh now it's fk Game, Naw Nigga fk u\nI put that on my life, matter of fact that's on Piru\nAnd really is I can die too\nAnd end up in the cemetery, right beside you\nWe can both ride, Angels flying over my head stone\nBut the devils inside your box\nYou wanted my shine so I gaved you ice\nThen I gaved you a second change & you played me twice\nCouldn't be a real homeboy to save your life\nI should of took Dr.Dre's advise","syncedLyrics":"[00:21.11] I only fuck with you on two 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shot and didnt get one hospital visit\n[01:22.73] My homie Snoop told me it be days like this\n[01:25.44] It hurt my heart to say this shit\n[01:27.88] I only fuck with you on two occasions\n[01:33.14] When I'm drunk, when I'm high\n[01:37.49] I will be broke, if I would be with you\n[01:43.84] That is why it's for one night (one one one one...)\n[01:49.75] Red bandanna in my back pocket I'm for real\n[01:51.89] This aint no pastel color kacki suit and I aint Pharrell\n[01:55.69] I don't front bout shit, I pull my gun bout shit\n[01:58.36] And let everything fly to keep my son up out of this\n[02:01.25] I thought you loved me nigga, talk is cheap\n[02:03.91] Remember, the bullet holes in my son's car seat\n[02:06.84] My baby momma found four shells\n[02:09.36] I aint get one keep your head up\n[02:10.96] All i got was keep it real, Keep it real my niggas?\n[02:13.85] Last year alone I spent 1.5 mil on my niggas\n[02:18.10] After the bullshit I stayed right there\n[02:20.87] Took you to award shows there go Jay right there\n[02:23.40] \"Where?\" \"Right there\"\n[02:25.09] I had you niggas in suits, cleaner than a pair of fresh Nike Airs\n[02:28.87] I'm suppose to enjoy this shit but it's quite clear\n[02:32.09] The last 12 months been a fuckin' nightmare\n[02:56.68] This shit is worst then arguing with my bitch\n[02:58.53] I done been through more up and downs then an Impala swith\n[03:02.02] Get your hand out of my pocket nigga, go fish\n[03:04.68] I was born by myself so I don't owe yall shit\n[03:07.67] Nigga you tell me, what you want me to do\n[03:10.04] Drop my son off at home and come bang with u?\n[03:12.77] Oh now it's fk Game, Naw Nigga fk u\n[03:15.62] I put that on my life, matter of fact that's on Piru\n[03:18.87] And really is I can die too\n[03:21.28] And end up in the cemetery, right beside you\n[03:23.97] We can both ride, Angels flying over my head stone\n[03:27.75] But the devils inside your box\n[03:29.53] You wanted my shine so I gaved you 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the nigga Dr. Dre back to the hood\n  I show niggas the Bentley, then let you drive it\n  Gone for 2 days and I didnt even check the mileage\n  When we was fighting with Crips it wasnt bout no dollars\n  It was about selling dope to put our kids thru college\n  I'm sittin' on the block reminiscing for hours\n  Whipping my tears 'cause now half of my niggas is cowards\n  And I was still fuckin' with niggas\n  After I got shot and didnt get one hospital visit\n  My homie Snoop told me it be days like this\n  It hurt my heart to say this shit\n\n  I only fuck with you on two occasions\n  When I'm drunk, when I'm high\n  I will be broke, if I would be with you\n  That is why it's for one night (one one one one...)\n\n  Red bandanna in my back pocket I'm for real\n  This aint no pastel color kacki suit and I aint Pharrell\n\n  I don't front bout shit, I pull my gun bout shit\n  And let everything fly to keep my son up out of this\n  I thought you loved me nigga, talk is cheap\n  Remember, the bullet holes in my son's car seat\n  My baby momma found four shells\n  I aint get one keep your head up\n  All i got was keep it real, Keep it real my niggas?\n  Last year alone I spent 1.5 mil on my niggas\n  After the bullshit I stayed right there\n  Took you to award shows there go Jay right there\n  \"Where?\" \"Right there\"\n  I had you niggas in suits, cleaner than a pair of fresh Nike Airs\n  I'm suppose to enjoy this shit but it's quite clear\n  The last 12 months been a fuckin' nightmare\n\n  This shit is worst then arguing with my bitch\n  I done been through more up and downs then an Impala swith\n  Get your hand out of my pocket nigga, go fish\n  I was born by myself so I don't owe yall shit\n  Nigga you tell me, what you want me to do\n  Drop my son off at home and come bang with u?\n  Oh now it's fk Game, Naw Nigga fk u\n  I put that on my life, matter of fact that's on Piru\n  And really is I can die too\n  And end up in the cemetery, right beside you\n  We can both ride, Angels flying over my head stone\n  But the devils inside your box\n  You wanted my shine so I gaved you ice\n  Then I gaved you a second change & you played me twice\n  Couldn't be a real homeboy to save your life\n  I should of took Dr.Dre's advise\n"},{"id":25574683,"name":"Where Are They Now","trackName":"Where Are They Now","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"DJ Kay Slay - Drama Season Begins Now","duration":164.362449,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hit me\nUh, two times\nOh, yeah, uh\nHit me\n\nRed head kingpin, Tim Dogg? Have you seen 'em?\nKwame, King T, or King Son\nSuperlover C, Cassanova Run\nAntwoinette, Rob Base never showin' up\nYou seen Black Sheep, Group Home, Busy B?\nAsk Ill and Al Scratch \"Where my Homies?\"\nLeave it to y'all, these niggas left for dead\nLast week, my man swore he saw Special Ed\n\nRap is like a ghost town, real mystic\nLike these folks never existed\nThey the reason that rap became addictive\nPlay they CD or wax and get lifted\nI recommend when ya kid turn ten\nLet him hear Spice one, made plenty noise\nPositive K, Father MC, The Skinny Boys\nWhere are they now?\n\nHey! Where are one, we are out now\nWhere are they now?\nHey! Hit me, oh, we are out now\nHit me!\n\nSee, I remember them forever\nThe original Spinderella\nLakim Shabazz, 9 Double M, Fu-Schnickens\nBuckshot, Finesse and Sequence\nWho was a rappin' duke? Daha\nSilk tie and leather was cute\nBody and soul was Dee from Pump It Up's group\n\nOaktown 357, J.J. Fad too\nHad pop hits and gold ropes\nWhere my man Young MC and Tone Loc?\nKris Kross, the boss, divine styler\nDef Jef of course, let's break it down ta\nMic Geronimo, Pharcyde and Coolio\nI heard Craig Mack back in the studio\n\nHave you seen these lost MC's\nFunky Four Plus One, Force M.D.'s\nMiss Melody, I hope she packin' a bankroll\nAs well as educated rap for ice and Kangol\nShante she from around my way yo\nEPMD, K-Solo, where are they now?\n\nHey! Where are one, we are out now\nWhere are they now?\nHey! Hit me, oh, we are out now\nQK\nHit me\n\nFirst off this ain't no diss record\nThis for some of my homies that were misrepresented\nLegends of the game\nYou know? What up to Moe Dee the legend\nRest in peace Cowboy\n\nYeah, all the rappers, male, female, DJ's, everybody\nRest in peace Jam Master Jay, the whole crew, word up\nJuice crew all-Stars, MC Shan, Tragedy, Craig G\n(Two times) yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga\nShan what up, baby? Where are they now?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.18] Hit me\n[00:01.84] Uh, two times\n[00:05.34] Oh, yeah, uh\n[00:08.99] Hit me\n[00:09.49] Red head kingpin, Tim Dogg? Have you seen 'em?\n[00:12.55] Kwame, King T, or King Son\n[00:14.44] Superlover C, Cassanova Run\n[00:16.21] Antwoinette, Rob Base never showin' up\n[00:18.63] You seen Black Sheep, Group Home, Busy B?\n[00:20.76] Ask Ill and Al Scratch \"Where my Homies?\"\n[00:23.15] Leave it to y'all, these niggas left for dead\n[00:25.75] Last week, my man swore he saw Special Ed\n[00:27.80] Rap is like a ghost town, real mystic\n[00:30.36] Like these folks never existed\n[00:33.00] They the reason that rap became addictive\n[00:35.19] Play they CD or wax and get lifted\n[00:37.26] I recommend when ya kid turn ten\n[00:39.38] Let him hear Spice one, made plenty noise\n[00:41.87] Positive K, Father MC, The Skinny Boys\n[00:45.22] Where are they now?\n[00:47.22] Hey! Where are one, we are out now\n[00:54.27] Where are they now?\n[00:56.06] Hey! Hit me, oh, we are out now\n[01:03.44] Hit me!\n[01:04.77] See, I remember them forever\n[01:06.91] The original Spinderella\n[01:08.96] Lakim Shabazz, 9 Double M, Fu-Schnickens\n[01:11.58] Buckshot, Finesse and Sequence\n[01:13.96] Who was a rappin' duke? Daha\n[01:16.25] Silk tie and leather was cute\n[01:17.93] Body and soul was Dee from Pump It Up's group\n[01:20.35] Oaktown 357, J.J. Fad too\n[01:22.70] Had pop hits and gold ropes\n[01:24.68] Where my man Young MC and Tone Loc?\n[01:26.74] Kris Kross, the boss, divine styler\n[01:29.49] Def Jef of course, let's break it down ta\n[01:31.63] Mic Geronimo, Pharcyde and Coolio\n[01:33.98] I heard Craig Mack back in the studio\n[01:36.01] Have you seen these lost MC's\n[01:38.26] Funky Four Plus One, Force M.D.'s\n[01:40.45] Miss Melody, I hope she packin' a bankroll\n[01:42.86] As well as educated rap for ice and Kangol\n[01:45.22] Shante she from around my way yo\n[01:47.35] EPMD, K-Solo, where are they now?\n[01:50.33] Hey! Where are one, we are out now\n[01:57.92] Where are they now?\n[01:59.64] Hey! Hit me, oh, we are out now\n[02:05.40] QK\n[02:06.80] Hit me\n[02:08.01] First off this ain't no diss record\n[02:10.32] This for some of my homies that were misrepresented\n[02:12.73] Legends of the game\n[02:14.49] You know? What up to Moe Dee the legend\n[02:18.18] Rest in peace Cowboy\n[02:20.17] Yeah, all the rappers, male, female, DJ's, everybody\n[02:27.35] Rest in peace Jam Master Jay, the whole crew, word up\n[02:31.10] Juice crew all-Stars, MC Shan, Tragedy, Craig G\n[02:36.33] (Two times) yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga\n[02:39.34] Shan what up, baby? Where are they now?\n[02:43.56] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Where Are They Now\n  artist: Nas\n  album: DJ Kay Slay - Drama Season Begins Now\n  duration_ms: 164362\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Hit me\n  start_ms: 180\n  end_ms: 1840\n- text: Uh, two times\n  start_ms: 1840\n  end_ms: 5340\n- text: Oh, yeah, uh\n  start_ms: 5340\n  end_ms: 8990\n- text: Hit me\n  start_ms: 8990\n  end_ms: 9490\n- text: Red head kingpin, Tim Dogg? 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can you imagine?\n[01:39.06] Paint a picture in the sky - can you imagine?\n[01:45.16] Call emergency I've been dreamin' all my life, all my life\n[01:48.66] Can you imagine being lit up by some hot shells?\n[01:51.81] Imagine being tossed around and put in jail\n[01:54.16] Imagine life when you can't get from under\n[01:56.71] Imagine niggas at ya when you done fo'\n[01:59.59] Remember how they asked ya why ya run for and treat ya like a bitch\n[02:03.46] When they kick you in your dick and take your shit\n[02:05.38] We act like we hate to see you gun ho\n[02:07.98] But just imagine if the rappin' got the gun no but you already know\n[02:11.93] Imagine niggas in the LBC\n[02:14.72] Felt just like Snoop Dogg and D-R-E\n[02:16.98] And felt just like the niggas in the 2-1-3\n[02:19.66] Then imagine that's what's comin' when you fuckin' with me\n[02:22.74] Imagine you was up on top of this shit\n[02:25.27] Imagine if the bitches could stay off this dick\n[02:27.91] I mean imagine we said fuck this shit\n[02:30.07] Imagine if my niggas got together and tow up this bitch, yeah\n[02:34.29] You can't imagine growin' up in the jaildome\n[02:37.27] Happy just to be alive' watching all your people run\n[02:39.35] Would you imagine growin' up to sell\n[02:41.54] Your 50 million records world wide or fuckin' of somebody's son\n[02:45.25] Imagine if these niggas never saw a color\n[02:47.70] Would it be peaceful in them streets where niggas kill each other\n[02:50.48] All the drunk fool gets pissed on balls\n[02:53.15] He fuckin' off my niggas, they gone murder us all\n[02:55.80] Imagine that\n[02:57.04] Before we go, can you imagine?\n[03:01.59] Picture years, with you mind - can you imagine?\n[03:06.82] Paint a picture in the sky - can you imagine?\n[03:12.56] Call emergency I've been dreamin' all my life, all my life\n[03:17.55] Before we go, can you imagine?\n[03:24.26] Picture years, with you mind - can you imagine?\n[03:29.13] Paint a picture in the sky - can you imagine?\n[03:34.46] Call emergency I've been dreamin' all my life, all my life\n[03:41.34] I don't, imagine\n[03:49.92] Can you imagine?\n[04:01.15] Can you imagine?\n[04:05.50] Can you imagine?\n[04:11.01] Imagine\n[04:14.52] Imagine\n[04:16.50] \n[04:20.72] \"In the name of Allah, in the name of God\n[04:23.43] The benificiant, the merciful\n[04:25.10] The one God to whom all praise is due\n[04:29.19] Regardless of land, labor, or title\n[04:32.88] No matter what name you call God by\n[04:35.05] Whenever life seems hard\n[04:37.71] Everybody know that you must talk to God\"\n[04:41.34] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Imagine\n  artist: Snoop Dogg Feat. 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