[{"id":25474656,"name":"No Problems","trackName":"No Problems","artistName":"DJ Kay Slay","albumName":"The Streetsweeper, Vol. 2: The Pain From The Game","duration":206.982676,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Believe me when I tell ya\nYou don't want the drama\n\nNigga, for years I been buyin' my crack from the same cat\nJheri Curl nigga, Dominican nigga who look black\nLast time I heard that, seen me always swerve where the bird at\n\nApocalyptic I pop biscuits, my bitch is topless\nToo excited, I skeet-skeet my own boxers\nDrama king got the drama good\nSame place as Saddam and Osama hood\nFucked the club and still pulled a dame on it\nThe pimps had to give me a cup with my name on it\nI was gordito, I'm still gordo, poquito\nStill know how to get the raw dough for cheapo\nI'm Latin so I'm born with the connects to the perico\n\nN.O.R.E. got no manners\nI take a picture of your culo with the phone cameras\nGo and show your own bamas\nThey say my pala so hot like tone cameras\nIn Puerto Plata, Santiago with my own hammers\n\nBelieve me when I say, uh\nYou don't want no drama (Let's go)\nIt's ghetto die hood, thugged out all day, what\nYou don't want no problems\nIt's real killer, you can ask Kay Slay\nBelieve me when I tell ya\nWe drama kings, nigga, we don't play\nYou don't want the drama\n\nNature, alright\nThe year 2004, the war of war\n\nNiggas make it out the hood, there's a small reward\nWe all fucked up and mall niggas is all we saw\nTryna rob from the rich and let the poor be poor\nOr rob the poor 'cause niggas be the hungriest\nI'm on the internet, catch me on your buddy list\nCatch me where the money is, millions of millions\nAnd the barrel got the kick of eleven gorillas\nSeen niggas get hit and lose a whole lot of blood\nWhen a nigga legit, a nigga knowin' how to stunt\nUptown, downtown, dog, wherever he at\n\nFuck makin' implications, shit better be fat\nIf it's small talk, it's all talk, let it be that\nI get pussy from my friends, my enemies clap\nYou don't want me on your block, nigga, better be strapped\nSo relax\n\nBelieve me when I say, uh\nYou don't want no drama (Let's go)\nIt's ghetto die hood, thugged out all day, what\nYou don't want no problems\nIt's real killer, you can ask Kay Slay\nBelieve me when I tell ya\nWe drama kings, nigga, we don't play\nYou don't want the drama\n\nMy name rang from the Clippers to the Nets\nYou can look and see I'm Dirty Jerz down to the zippers on my sweats\nFar from the type of cat to pay a bitch's rent\nI got a fox like Vivica and never gave her fifty cent\n\nAnd I bet you ain't ready for war yet\nMy niggas got stripes, we walk around like a barbershop quartet\nIt's no way to harm this nigga\nI don't need no bench to pump iron 'til my arms get bigger\nStill a problem in the rap game, problem in the streets\nYo Slay, they havin' problems, we can solve 'em with the heat\n\nI'll show 'em what the drama is\n\nThat's when your whole shit splattered all\nAcross the front porch of your mama crib\nAnd when a couple hot slugs get behind your ribs\nYou really mean it when you're screamin' \"I'm just tryna live\"\nThe game's over now, y'all niggas slept long enough\nTime to come up out that coma now, uh\n\nBelieve me when I say, uh\nYou don't want no drama (Let's go)\nIt's ghetto die hood, thugged out all day, what\nYou don't want no problems\nIt's real killer, you can ask Kay Slay\nBelieve me when I tell ya\nWe drama kings, nigga, we don't play\nYou don't want the drama\n\nYo, straight off the bat, you don't want the drama\nBlood guns gon' clap when I'm comin'\nTry to run and catch one in your back, ooh\nYou don't really want no problems\nGot a whole lot of family out in Spanish Harlem\nPop goes the weasel, out comes the MAC\nAin't nothin' to gain but pimpin' the game","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.99] Believe me when I tell ya\n[00:06.68] You don't want the drama\n[00:07.53] Nigga, for years I been buyin' my crack from the same cat\n[00:10.56] Jheri Curl nigga, Dominican nigga who look black\n[00:12.80] Last time I heard that, seen me always swerve where the bird at\n[00:16.17] Apocalyptic I pop biscuits, my bitch is topless\n[00:18.68] Too excited, I skeet-skeet my own boxers\n[00:21.41] Drama king got the drama good\n[00:23.47] Same place as Saddam and Osama hood\n[00:25.90] Fucked the club and still pulled a dame on it\n[00:28.85] The pimps had to give me a cup with my name on it\n[00:31.34] I was gordito, I'm still gordo, poquito\n[00:34.25] Still know how to get the raw dough for cheapo\n[00:36.77] I'm Latin so I'm born with the connects to the perico\n[00:39.47] N.O.R.E. got no manners\n[00:41.04] I take a picture of your culo with the phone cameras\n[00:43.47] Go and show your own bamas\n[00:44.97] They say my pala so hot like tone cameras\n[00:47.58] In Puerto Plata, Santiago with my own hammers\n[00:49.83] Believe me when I say, uh\n[00:51.93] You don't want no drama (Let's go)\n[00:54.38] It's ghetto die hood, thugged out all day, what\n[00:57.16] You don't want no problems\n[00:59.92] It's real killer, you can ask Kay Slay\n[01:02.17] Believe me when I tell ya\n[01:05.12] We drama kings, nigga, we don't play\n[01:07.16] You don't want the drama\n[01:09.10] Nature, alright\n[01:10.37] The year 2004, the war of war\n[01:13.53] Niggas make it out the hood, there's a small reward\n[01:15.76] We all fucked up and mall niggas is all we saw\n[01:18.46] Tryna rob from the rich and let the poor be poor\n[01:21.02] Or rob the poor 'cause niggas be the hungriest\n[01:24.19] I'm on the internet, catch me on your buddy list\n[01:26.63] Catch me where the money is, millions of millions\n[01:28.92] And the barrel got the kick of eleven gorillas\n[01:31.57] Seen niggas get hit and lose a whole lot of blood\n[01:34.12] When a nigga legit, a nigga knowin' how to stunt\n[01:36.83] Uptown, downtown, dog, wherever he at\n[01:39.64] Fuck makin' implications, shit better be fat\n[01:41.93] If it's small talk, it's all talk, let it be that\n[01:44.59] I get pussy from my friends, my enemies clap\n[01:47.29] You don't want me on your block, nigga, better be strapped\n[01:49.69] So relax\n[01:50.06] Believe me when I say, uh\n[01:52.16] You don't want no drama (Let's go)\n[01:54.53] It's ghetto die hood, thugged out all day, what\n[01:57.34] You don't want no problems\n[02:00.14] It's real killer, you can ask Kay Slay\n[02:02.42] Believe me when I tell ya\n[02:05.47] We drama kings, nigga, we don't play\n[02:07.78] You don't want the drama\n[02:08.00] My name rang from the Clippers to the Nets\n[02:10.24] You can look and see I'm Dirty Jerz down to the zippers on my sweats\n[02:13.80] Far from the type of cat to pay a bitch's rent\n[02:16.07] I got a fox like Vivica and never gave her fifty cent\n[02:18.76] And I bet you ain't ready for war yet\n[02:20.87] My niggas got stripes, we walk around like a barbershop quartet\n[02:24.18] It's no way to harm this nigga\n[02:25.93] I don't need no bench to pump iron 'til my arms get bigger\n[02:29.10] Still a problem in the rap game, problem in the streets\n[02:31.73] Yo Slay, they havin' problems, we can solve 'em with the heat\n[02:34.60] I'll show 'em what the drama is\n[02:36.22] That's when your whole shit splattered all\n[02:37.83] Across the front porch of your mama crib\n[02:40.24] And when a couple hot slugs get behind your ribs\n[02:42.84] You really mean it when you're screamin' \"I'm just tryna live\"\n[02:45.41] The game's over now, y'all niggas slept long enough\n[02:48.16] Time to come up out that coma now, uh\n[02:50.28] Believe me when I say, uh\n[02:52.46] You don't want no drama (Let's go)\n[02:54.89] It's ghetto die hood, thugged out all day, what\n[02:57.67] You don't want no problems\n[03:00.45] It's real killer, you can ask Kay Slay\n[03:02.78] Believe me when I tell ya\n[03:05.64] We drama kings, nigga, we don't play\n[03:07.62] You don't want the drama\n[03:08.42] Yo, straight off the bat, you don't want the drama\n[03:11.08] Blood guns gon' clap when I'm comin'\n[03:13.07] Try to run and catch one in your back, ooh\n[03:15.64] You don't really want no problems\n[03:17.56] Got a whole lot of family out in Spanish Harlem\n[03:20.35] Pop goes the weasel, out comes the MAC\n[03:23.04] Ain't nothin' to gain but pimpin' the game\n[03:27.00] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: No Problems\n  artist: DJ Kay Slay\n  album: 'The Streetsweeper, Vol. 2: The Pain From The Game'\n  duration_ms: 206983\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Believe me when I tell ya\n  start_ms: 1990\n  end_ms: 6680\n- text: You don't want the drama\n  start_ms: 6680\n  end_ms: 7530\n- text: Nigga, for years I been buyin' my crack from the same cat\n  start_ms: 7530\n  end_ms: 10560\n- text: Jheri Curl nigga, Dominican nigga who look black\n  start_ms: 10560\n  end_ms: 12800\n- text: Last time I heard that, seen me always swerve where the bird at\n  start_ms: 12800\n  end_ms: 16170\n- text: Apocalyptic I pop biscuits, my 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It's real killer, you can ask Kay Slay\n  Believe me when I tell ya\n  We drama kings, nigga, we don't play\n  You don't want the drama\n\n  My name rang from the Clippers to the Nets\n  You can look and see I'm Dirty Jerz down to the zippers on my sweats\n  Far from the type of cat to pay a bitch's rent\n  I got a fox like Vivica and never gave her fifty cent\n\n  And I bet you ain't ready for war yet\n  My niggas got stripes, we walk around like a barbershop quartet\n  It's no way to harm this nigga\n  I don't need no bench to pump iron 'til my arms get bigger\n  Still a problem in the rap game, problem in the streets\n  Yo Slay, they havin' problems, we can solve 'em with the heat\n\n  I'll show 'em what the drama is\n\n  That's when your whole shit splattered all\n  Across the front porch of your mama crib\n  And when a couple hot slugs get behind your ribs\n  You really mean it when you're screamin' \"I'm just tryna live\"\n  The game's over now, y'all niggas slept long enough\n  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nigga, Dominican nigga who look black\nLast time I heard that, seen me always swerve where the bird at\n\nApocalyptic I pop biscuits, my bitch is topless\nToo excited, I skeet-skeet my own boxers\nDrama king got the drama good\nSame place as Saddam and Osama hood\nFucked the club and still pulled a dame on it\nThe pimps had to give me a cup with my name on it\nI was gordito, I'm still gordo, poquito\nStill know how to get the raw dough for cheapo\nI'm Latin so I'm born with the connects to the perico\n\nN.O.R.E. got no manners\nI take a picture of your culo with the phone cameras\nGo and show your own bamas\nThey say my pala so hot like tone cameras\nIn Puerto Plata, Santiago with my own hammers\n\nBelieve me when I say, uh\nYou don't want no drama (Let's go)\nIt's ghetto die hood, thugged out all day, what\nYou don't want no problems\nIt's real killer, you can ask Kay Slay\nBelieve me when I tell ya\nWe drama kings, nigga, we don't play\nYou don't want the drama\n\nNature, alright\nThe year 2004, the war of war\n\nNiggas make it out the hood, there's a small reward\nWe all fucked up and mall niggas is all we saw\nTryna rob from the rich and let the poor be poor\nOr rob the poor 'cause niggas be the hungriest\nI'm on the internet, catch me on your buddy list\nCatch me where the money is, millions of millions\nAnd the barrel got the kick of eleven gorillas\nSeen niggas get hit and lose a whole lot of blood\nWhen a nigga legit, a nigga knowin' how to stunt\nUptown, downtown, dog, wherever he at\n\nFuck makin' implications, shit better be fat\nIf it's small talk, it's all talk, let it be that\nI get pussy from my friends, my enemies clap\nYou don't want me on your block, nigga, better be strapped\nSo relax\n\nBelieve me when I say, uh\nYou don't want no drama (Let's go)\nIt's ghetto die hood, thugged out all day, what\nYou don't want no problems\nIt's real killer, you can ask Kay Slay\nBelieve me when I tell ya\nWe drama kings, nigga, we don't play\nYou don't want the drama\n\nMy name rang from the Clippers to the Nets\nYou can look and see I'm Dirty Jerz down to the zippers on my sweats\nFar from the type of cat to pay a bitch's rent\nI got a fox like Vivica and never gave her fifty cent\n\nAnd I bet you ain't ready for war yet\nMy niggas got stripes, we walk around like a barbershop quartet\nIt's no way to harm this nigga\nI don't need no bench to pump iron 'til my arms get bigger\nStill a problem in the rap game, problem in the streets\nYo Slay, they havin' problems, we can solve 'em with the heat\n\nI'll show 'em what the drama is\n\nThat's when your whole shit splattered all\nAcross the front porch of your mama crib\nAnd when a couple hot slugs get behind your ribs\nYou really mean it when you're screamin' \"I'm just tryna live\"\nThe game's over now, y'all niggas slept long enough\nTime to come up out that coma now, uh\n\nBelieve me when I say, uh\nYou don't want no drama (Let's go)\nIt's ghetto die hood, thugged out all day, what\nYou don't want no problems\nIt's real killer, you can ask Kay Slay\nBelieve me when I tell ya\nWe drama kings, nigga, we don't play\nYou don't want the drama\n\nYo, straight off the bat, you don't want the drama\nBlood guns gon' clap when I'm comin'\nTry to run and catch one in your back, ooh\nYou don't really want no problems\nGot a whole lot of family out in Spanish Harlem\nPop goes the weasel, out comes the MAC\nAin't nothin' to gain but pimpin' the game","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.99]Believe me when I tell ya\n[00:06.68]You don't want the drama\n[00:07.53]Nigga, for years I been buyin' my crack from the same cat\n[00:10.56]Jheri Curl nigga, Dominican nigga who look black\n[00:12.80]Last time I heard that, seen me always swerve where the bird at\n[00:16.17]Apocalyptic I pop biscuits, my bitch is topless\n[00:18.68]Too excited, I skeet-skeet my own boxers\n[00:21.41]Drama king got the drama good\n[00:23.47]Same place as Saddam and Osama hood\n[00:25.90]Fucked the club and still pulled a dame on it\n[00:28.85]The pimps had to give me a cup with my name on it\n[00:31.34]I was gordito, I'm still gordo, poquito\n[00:34.25]Still know how to get the raw dough for cheapo\n[00:36.77]I'm Latin so I'm born with the connects to the perico\n[00:39.47]N.O.R.E. got no manners\n[00:41.04]I take a picture of your culo with the phone cameras\n[00:43.47]Go and show your own bamas\n[00:44.97]They say my pala so hot like tone cameras\n[00:47.58]In Puerto Plata, Santiago with my own hammers\n[00:49.83]Believe me when I say, uh\n[00:51.93]You don't want no drama (Let's go)\n[00:54.38]It's ghetto die hood, thugged out all day, what\n[00:57.16]You don't want no problems\n[00:59.92]It's real killer, you can ask Kay Slay\n[01:02.17]Believe me when I tell ya\n[01:05.12]We drama kings, nigga, we don't play\n[01:07.16]You don't want the drama\n[01:09.10]Nature, alright\n[01:10.37]The year 2004, the war of war\n[01:13.53]Niggas make it out the hood, there's a small reward\n[01:15.76]We all fucked up and mall niggas is all we saw\n[01:18.46]Tryna rob from the rich and let the poor be poor\n[01:21.02]Or rob the poor 'cause niggas be the hungriest\n[01:24.19]I'm on the internet, catch me on your buddy list\n[01:26.63]Catch me where the money is, millions of millions\n[01:28.92]And the barrel got the kick of eleven gorillas\n[01:31.57]Seen niggas get hit and lose a whole lot of blood\n[01:34.12]When a nigga legit, a nigga knowin' how to stunt\n[01:36.83]Uptown, downtown, dog, wherever he at\n[01:39.64]Fuck makin' implications, shit better be fat\n[01:41.93]If it's small talk, it's all talk, let it be that\n[01:44.59]I get pussy from my friends, my enemies clap\n[01:47.29]You don't want me on your block, nigga, better be strapped\n[01:49.69]So relax\n[01:50.06]Believe me when I say, uh\n[01:52.16]You don't want no drama (Let's go)\n[01:54.53]It's ghetto die hood, thugged out all day, what\n[01:57.34]You don't want no problems\n[02:00.14]It's real killer, you can ask Kay Slay\n[02:02.42]Believe me when I tell ya\n[02:05.47]We drama kings, nigga, we don't play\n[02:07.78]You don't want the drama\n[02:08.00]My name rang from the Clippers to the Nets\n[02:10.24]You can look and see I'm Dirty Jerz down to the zippers on my sweats\n[02:13.80]Far from the type of cat to pay a bitch's rent\n[02:16.07]I got a fox like Vivica and never gave her fifty cent\n[02:18.76]And I bet you ain't ready for war yet\n[02:20.87]My niggas got stripes, we walk around like a barbershop quartet\n[02:24.18]It's no way to harm this nigga\n[02:25.93]I don't need no bench to pump iron 'til my arms get bigger\n[02:29.10]Still a problem in the rap game, problem in the streets\n[02:31.73]Yo Slay, they havin' problems, we can solve 'em with the heat\n[02:34.60]I'll show 'em what the drama is\n[02:36.22]That's when your whole shit splattered all\n[02:37.83]Across the front porch of your mama crib\n[02:40.24]And when a couple hot slugs get behind your ribs\n[02:42.84]You really mean it when you're screamin' \"I'm just tryna live\"\n[02:45.41]The game's over now, y'all niggas slept long enough\n[02:48.16]Time to come up out that coma now, uh\n[02:50.28]Believe me when I say, uh\n[02:52.46]You don't want no drama (Let's go)\n[02:54.89]It's ghetto die hood, thugged out all day, what\n[02:57.67]You don't want no problems\n[03:00.45]It's real killer, you can ask Kay Slay\n[03:02.78]Believe me when I tell ya\n[03:05.64]We drama kings, nigga, we don't play\n[03:07.62]You don't want the drama\n[03:08.42]Yo, straight off the bat, you don't want the drama\n[03:11.08]Blood guns gon' clap when I'm comin'\n[03:13.07]Try to run and catch one in your back, ooh\n[03:15.64]You don't really want no problems\n[03:17.56]Got a whole lot of family out in Spanish Harlem\n[03:20.35]Pop goes the weasel, out comes the MAC\n[03:23.04]Ain't nothin' to gain but pimpin' the game\n[03:27.00]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: No Problems\n  artist: DJ Kay Slay\n  album: 'The 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it\n  I was gordito, I'm still gordo, poquito\n  Still know how to get the raw dough for cheapo\n  I'm Latin so I'm born with the connects to the perico\n\n  N.O.R.E. got no manners\n  I take a picture of your culo with the phone cameras\n  Go and show your own bamas\n  They say my pala so hot like tone cameras\n  In Puerto Plata, Santiago with my own hammers\n\n  Believe me when I say, uh\n  You don't want no drama (Let's go)\n  It's ghetto die hood, thugged out all day, what\n  You don't want no problems\n  It's real killer, you can ask Kay Slay\n  Believe me when I tell ya\n  We drama kings, nigga, we don't play\n  You don't want the drama\n\n  Nature, alright\n  The year 2004, the war of war\n\n  Niggas make it out the hood, there's a small reward\n  We all fucked up and mall niggas is all we saw\n  Tryna rob from the rich and let the poor be poor\n  Or rob the poor 'cause niggas be the hungriest\n  I'm on the internet, catch me on your buddy list\n  Catch me where the money is, millions of millions\n  And the barrel got the kick of eleven gorillas\n  Seen niggas get hit and lose a whole lot of blood\n  When a nigga legit, a nigga knowin' how to stunt\n  Uptown, downtown, dog, wherever he at\n\n  Fuck makin' implications, shit better be fat\n  If it's small talk, it's all talk, let it be that\n  I get pussy from my friends, my enemies clap\n  You don't want me on your block, nigga, better be strapped\n  So relax\n\n  Believe me when I say, uh\n  You don't want no drama (Let's go)\n  It's ghetto die hood, thugged out all day, what\n  You don't want no problems\n  It's real killer, you can ask Kay Slay\n  Believe me when I tell ya\n  We drama kings, nigga, we don't play\n  You don't want the drama\n\n  My name rang from the Clippers to the Nets\n  You can look and see I'm Dirty Jerz down to the zippers on my sweats\n  Far from the type of cat to pay a bitch's rent\n  I got a fox like Vivica and never gave her fifty cent\n\n  And I bet you ain't ready for war 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