[{"id":29748653,"name":"Nowhere 2 Hide","trackName":"Nowhere 2 Hide","artistName":"DJ Pooh","albumName":"Bad Newz Travels Fast","duration":254.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Featuring Threat\n\nHook:\nNo worse scared can't get away\nDumpin' with them funky rhymes\n\"Pullin' out niggas frontin' like snobs\"\nNowhere 2 hide\n\n[Threat]\nI deliver to you the new blueprints\nVocal instruments phat like them Goodyear blimps\nWe pimps\nBeats\nPut 'em in the streets\nTwenty four hours seven days a week\nI kick science but they still haven't learned\nStep beyond the point of no return get wet\nThe rhythmic, hypnotic ear narcotics\nStrictly for fanatics and the gangbang addicts\nUh, around the globe follow ya nose\nDown with the underground from my head to my toes\nRide the groove like a three day cruise\nPeace to the east but the west coast rules\nThe chocolate child unleashed out the wild\nBreak the Richter scale and make the party shake tails\nBaddest on the atlas just tryin' to stay down\nYou gotta get up I get off or get clowned\n\nHook\n\n[Threat]\nI came across a close shave runnin' with them renegades\nAll on display on K-T-L-A\nI hate to do it but I'm stupid don't test me\nUnless ya wanna get your new clothes all messy\nWe fed 'em loot but they still insist to spit words\nBut they can't fuck with this they get swerved\nGraduated old school G degree\nCalm down the savage in any MC\nNorth, south, east, west\nBut simply hittin' 'em with the melody I possess\nSo raise your hands up high and get all the way with it\nIt's the joint, bodies get the munches when they hit it\nLike that\nYep bigger fatter than the piece\nInflation went up and make the killin' increase\nSo long for the plan you was plottin'\nCause it's long and forgotten once your style turned rotten\n\nHook\n\n[Threat]\nIt's the mad maestro and it ain't no other\nTurn milk into honey and make bread off butter\nI hold the title in the middle of my palm\nFor makin' freaks dance on the floor till dawn\nMake way let me show you how it's done\nIt's a party and the playerhatin' niggas can't come\nGot rhymes on my pad and they all hit rock\nDon't sleep cause the sheep just might be a fox\nOn a hunt\nHot on the trail\nHoe givin' up the drawers cause a nigga in jail\nOn the bottom of the ocean to the top of the hill\nMC can't deal with my hi-tech skills\nThey tight tight last all night\nBuckle up for safety and prepare to take flight\nDestination on to the next plateau\nIt's the Zuu in the house you can't funk with the flow\n\nHook","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Nowhere 2 Hide\n  artist: DJ Pooh\n  album: Bad Newz Travels Fast\n  duration_ms: 254000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Featuring Threat\n\n  Hook:\n  No worse scared can't get away\n  Dumpin' with them funky rhymes\n  \"Pullin' out niggas frontin' like snobs\"\n  Nowhere 2 hide\n\n  [Threat]\n  I deliver to you the new blueprints\n  Vocal instruments phat like them Goodyear blimps\n  We pimps\n  Beats\n  Put 'em in the streets\n  Twenty four hours seven days a week\n  I kick science but they still haven't learned\n  Step beyond the point of no return get wet\n  The rhythmic, hypnotic ear narcotics\n  Strictly for fanatics and the gangbang addicts\n  Uh, around the globe follow ya nose\n  Down with the underground from my head to my toes\n  Ride the groove like a three day cruise\n  Peace to the east but the west coast rules\n  The chocolate child unleashed out the wild\n  Break the Richter scale and make the party shake tails\n  Baddest on the atlas just tryin' to stay down\n  You gotta get up I get off or get clowned\n\n  Hook\n\n  [Threat]\n  I came across a close shave runnin' with them renegades\n  All on display on K-T-L-A\n  I hate to do it but I'm stupid don't test me\n  Unless ya wanna get your new clothes all messy\n  We fed 'em loot but they still insist to spit words\n  But they can't fuck with this they get swerved\n  Graduated old school G degree\n  Calm down the savage in any MC\n  North, south, east, west\n  But simply hittin' 'em with the melody I possess\n  So raise your hands up high and get all the way with it\n  It's the joint, bodies get the munches when they hit it\n  Like that\n  Yep bigger fatter than the piece\n  Inflation went up and make the killin' increase\n  So long for the plan you was plottin'\n  Cause it's long and forgotten once your style turned rotten\n\n  Hook\n\n  [Threat]\n  It's the mad maestro and it ain't no other\n  Turn milk into honey and make bread off butter\n  I hold the title in the middle of my palm\n  For makin' freaks dance on the floor till dawn\n  Make way let me show you how it's done\n  It's a party and the playerhatin' niggas can't come\n  Got rhymes on my pad and they all hit rock\n  Don't sleep cause the sheep just might be a fox\n  On a hunt\n  Hot on the trail\n  Hoe givin' up the drawers cause a nigga in jail\n  On the bottom of the ocean to the top of the hill\n  MC can't deal with my hi-tech skills\n  They tight tight last all night\n  Buckle up for safety and prepare to take flight\n  Destination on to the next plateau\n  It's the Zuu in the house you can't funk with the flow\n\n  Hook\n"},{"id":36022756,"name":"Nowhere 2 Hide","trackName":"Nowhere 2 Hide","artistName":"DJ Pooh; Threat","albumName":"Bad Newz Travels Fast","duration":254.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"No escape, can't get away\nJumping with the funky rhymes\nPull it out, make a slug like it's not\nNowhere to hide\n\nI deliver to you the new blueprints\nVocal instruments fat like them Goodyear blimps\nWe pimps beats, put 'em on the streets\nTwenty-four hours, seven days a week\nI kick science, but they still haven't learned\nStep beyond the point of no return and get wet\nThe rhythmic hypnotic ear narcotics\nTreaty for fanatics and the gangbang addicts\n\nAround the globe, follow your nose\nDown with the underground from my head to my toes\n\nRide the groove like a three-day cruise\nPeace to the East, but the West Coast rules\nThe chocolate child unleashed out the wild\nBreak the Richter scale and make the party shake tails\nBaddest on the atlas just trying to stay down\nYou gotta get up or get off or get clowned\n\nNo escape, can't get away\nJumping with the funky rhymes\nPull it out, make a slug like it's not\nNowhere to hide\nMake a slug like it's not\nJumping with the funky rhymes\nPull it out, make a slug like it's not\nNowhere to hide\n\nCame across a cliché, running with them renegades\nAll on display on KTLA\n\nI hate to do it, but I'm stupid, don't test me\nUnless you wanna get your new clothes all messy\nWe fed 'em beef, but they still insist to spit words\nBut they can't fuck with this, they get served\nGraduated old school G.D.P\nCalm down the savage in any MC\n\nNorth, South, East, West\nBy simply hitting 'em with the melody I possess\nSo raise your hands up high and get all the way with it\nIt's the joint, biters get the munchies when they hit it\nLike that, yep, bigger, fatter than a beast\nInflation went up and made the killing increase\n\nSo long for the plan you was plotting\n'Cause it's long been forgotten once your style turned rotten\n\nNo escape, can't get away\nJumping with the funky rhymes\nPull it out, make a slug like it's not\nNowhere to hide\nMake a slug like it's not\nJumping with the funky rhymes\nPull it out, make a slug like it's not\nNowhere to hide\n\nIt's the mad maestro and there ain't no other\nTurn milk into honey, make bread off butter\n\nI hold the title in the middle of my palm\nFor making freaks dance on the floor 'til dawn\nMake way, let me show you how it's done\nIt's a party and the player hater niggas can't come\nGot rhymes on my pad and they all hit rocks\nDon't sleep 'cause the sheep just might be a fox\nOn the hunt, hot on the trail\nCold giving up the draws 'cause a nigga in jail\nOn the bottom of the ocean to the top of the hill\nMCs can't deal with my high-tech skills\n\nThey tight-tight, last all night\nBuckle up for safety and prepare to take flight\n\nDestination on to the next plateau\nIt's the zoo in the house, you can't funk with the flow\n\nNo escape, can't get away\nJumping with the funky rhymes\nPull it out, make a slug like it's not\nNowhere to hide\n\nMake a slug like it's not\nJumping with the funky rhymes\nPull it out, make a slug like it's not\nNowhere to hide\n\nMake a slug like it's not\nJumping with the funky rhymes\nPull it out, make a slug like it's not\nNowhere to hide","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Nowhere 2 Hide\n  artist: DJ Pooh; Threat\n  album: Bad Newz Travels Fast\n  duration_ms: 254000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  No escape, can't get away\n  Jumping with the funky rhymes\n  Pull it out, make a slug like it's not\n  Nowhere to hide\n\n  I deliver to you the new blueprints\n  Vocal instruments fat like them Goodyear blimps\n  We pimps beats, put 'em on the streets\n  Twenty-four hours, seven days a week\n  I kick science, but they still haven't learned\n  Step beyond the point of no return and get wet\n  The rhythmic hypnotic ear narcotics\n  Treaty for fanatics and the gangbang addicts\n\n  Around the globe, follow your nose\n  Down with the underground from my head to my toes\n\n  Ride the groove like a three-day cruise\n  Peace to the East, but the West Coast rules\n  The chocolate child unleashed out the wild\n  Break the Richter scale and make the party shake tails\n  Baddest on the atlas just trying to stay down\n  You gotta get up or get off or get clowned\n\n  No escape, can't get away\n  Jumping with the funky rhymes\n  Pull it out, make a slug like it's not\n  Nowhere to hide\n  Make a slug like it's not\n  Jumping with the funky rhymes\n  Pull it out, make a slug like it's not\n  Nowhere to hide\n\n  Came across a cliché, running with them renegades\n  All on display on KTLA\n\n  I hate to do it, but I'm stupid, don't test me\n  Unless you wanna get your new clothes all messy\n  We fed 'em beef, but they still insist to spit words\n  But they can't fuck with this, they get served\n  Graduated old school G.D.P\n  Calm down the savage in any MC\n\n  North, South, East, West\n  By simply hitting 'em with the melody I possess\n  So raise your hands up high and get all the way with it\n  It's the joint, biters get the munchies when they hit it\n  Like that, yep, bigger, fatter than a beast\n  Inflation went up and made the killing increase\n\n  So long for the plan you was plotting\n  'Cause it's long been forgotten once your style turned rotten\n\n  No escape, can't get away\n  Jumping with the funky rhymes\n  Pull it out, make a slug like it's not\n  Nowhere to hide\n  Make a slug like it's not\n  Jumping with the funky rhymes\n  Pull it out, make a slug like it's not\n  Nowhere to hide\n\n  It's the mad maestro and there ain't no other\n  Turn milk into honey, make bread off butter\n\n  I hold the title in the middle of my palm\n  For making freaks dance on the floor 'til dawn\n  Make way, let me show you how it's done\n  It's a party and the player hater niggas can't come\n  Got rhymes on my pad and they all hit rocks\n  Don't sleep 'cause the sheep just might be a fox\n  On the hunt, hot on the trail\n  Cold giving up the draws 'cause a nigga in jail\n  On the bottom of the ocean to the top of the hill\n  MCs can't deal with my high-tech skills\n\n  They tight-tight, last all night\n  Buckle up for safety and prepare to take flight\n\n  Destination on to the next plateau\n  It's the zoo in the house, you can't funk with the flow\n\n  No escape, can't get away\n  Jumping with the funky rhymes\n  Pull it out, make a slug like it's not\n  Nowhere to hide\n\n  Make a slug like it's not\n  Jumping with the funky rhymes\n  Pull it out, make a slug like it's not\n  Nowhere to hide\n\n  Make a slug like it's not\n  Jumping with the funky rhymes\n  Pull it out, make a slug like it's not\n  Nowhere to hide\n"},{"id":21558622,"name":"Nowhere 2 Hide","trackName":"Nowhere 2 Hide","artistName":"DJ Pooh feat. Threat","albumName":"Bad Newz Travels Fast","duration":256.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Featuring Threat\n\nHook:\nNo worse scared can't get away\nDumpin' with them funky rhymes\n\"Pullin' out niggas frontin' like snobs\"\nNowhere 2 hide\n\n[Threat]\nI deliver to you the new blueprints\nVocal instruments phat like them Goodyear blimps\nWe pimps\nBeats\nPut 'em in the streets\nTwenty four hours seven days a week\nI kick science but they still haven't learned\nStep beyond the point of no return get wet\nThe rhythmic, hypnotic ear narcotics\nStrictly for fanatics and the gangbang addicts\nUh, around the globe follow ya nose\nDown with the underground from my head to my toes\nRide the groove like a three day cruise\nPeace to the east but the west coast rules\nThe chocolate child unleashed out the wild\nBreak the Richter scale and make the party shake tails\nBaddest on the atlas just tryin' to stay down\nYou gotta get up I get off or get clowned\n\nHook\n\n[Threat]\nI came across a close shave runnin' with them renegades\nAll on display on K-T-L-A\nI hate to do it but I'm stupid don't test me\nUnless ya wanna get your new clothes all messy\nWe fed 'em loot but they still insist to spit words\nBut they can't fuck with this they get swerved\nGraduated old school G degree\nCalm down the savage in any MC\nNorth, south, east, west\nBut simply hittin' 'em with the melody I possess\nSo raise your hands up high and get all the way with it\nIt's the joint, bodies get the munches when they hit it\nLike that\nYep bigger fatter than the piece\nInflation went up and make the killin' increase\nSo long for the plan you was plottin'\nCause it's long and forgotten once your style turned rotten\n\nHook\n\n[Threat]\nIt's the mad maestro and it ain't no other\nTurn milk into honey and make bread off butter\nI hold the title in the middle of my palm\nFor makin' freaks dance on the floor till dawn\nMake way let me show you how it's done\nIt's a party and the playerhatin' niggas can't come\nGot rhymes on my pad and they all hit rock\nDon't sleep cause the sheep just might be a fox\nOn a hunt\nHot on the trail\nHoe givin' up the drawers cause a nigga in jail\nOn the bottom of the ocean to the top of the hill\nMC can't deal with my hi-tech skills\nThey tight tight last all night\nBuckle up for safety and prepare to take flight\nDestination on to the next plateau\nIt's the Zuu in the house you can't funk with the flow\n\nHook","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Nowhere 2 Hide\n  artist: DJ Pooh feat. Threat\n  album: Bad Newz Travels Fast\n  duration_ms: 256000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Featuring Threat\n\n  Hook:\n  No worse scared can't get away\n  Dumpin' with them funky rhymes\n  \"Pullin' out niggas frontin' like snobs\"\n  Nowhere 2 hide\n\n  [Threat]\n  I deliver to you the new blueprints\n  Vocal instruments phat like them Goodyear blimps\n  We pimps\n  Beats\n  Put 'em in the streets\n  Twenty four hours seven days a week\n  I kick science but they still haven't learned\n  Step beyond the point of no return get wet\n  The rhythmic, hypnotic ear narcotics\n  Strictly for fanatics and the gangbang addicts\n  Uh, around the globe follow ya nose\n  Down with the underground from my head to my toes\n  Ride the groove like a three day cruise\n  Peace to the east but the west coast rules\n  The chocolate child unleashed out the wild\n  Break the Richter scale and make the party shake tails\n  Baddest on the atlas just tryin' to stay down\n  You gotta get up I get off or get clowned\n\n  Hook\n\n  [Threat]\n  I came across a close shave runnin' with them renegades\n  All on display on K-T-L-A\n  I hate to do it but I'm stupid don't test me\n  Unless ya wanna get your new clothes all messy\n  We fed 'em loot but they still insist to spit words\n  But they can't fuck with this they get swerved\n  Graduated old school G degree\n  Calm down the savage in any MC\n  North, south, east, west\n  But simply hittin' 'em with the melody I possess\n  So raise your hands up high and get all the way with it\n  It's the joint, bodies get the munches when they hit it\n  Like that\n  Yep bigger fatter than the piece\n  Inflation went up and make the killin' increase\n  So long for the plan you was plottin'\n  Cause it's long and forgotten once your style turned rotten\n\n  Hook\n\n  [Threat]\n  It's the mad maestro and it ain't no other\n  Turn milk into honey and make bread off butter\n  I hold the title in the middle of my palm\n  For makin' freaks dance on the floor till dawn\n  Make way let me show you how it's done\n  It's a party and the playerhatin' niggas can't come\n  Got rhymes on my pad and they all hit rock\n  Don't sleep cause the sheep just might be a fox\n  On a hunt\n  Hot on the trail\n  Hoe givin' up the drawers cause a nigga in jail\n  On the bottom of the ocean to the top of the hill\n  MC can't deal with my hi-tech skills\n  They tight tight last all night\n  Buckle up for safety and prepare to take flight\n  Destination on to the next plateau\n  It's the Zuu in the house you can't funk with the flow\n\n  Hook\n"},{"id":11841258,"name":"Nowhere 2 Hide (feat. Threat)","trackName":"Nowhere 2 Hide (feat. Threat)","artistName":"DJ Pooh","albumName":"Bad Newz Travels Fast","duration":254.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Featuring Threat\n\nHook:\nNo worse scared can't get away\nDumpin' with them funky rhymes\n\"Pullin' out niggas frontin' like snobs\"\nNowhere 2 hide\n\n[Threat]\nI deliver to you the new blueprints\nVocal instruments phat like them Goodyear blimps\nWe pimps\nBeats\nPut 'em in the streets\nTwenty four hours seven days a week\nI kick science but they still haven't learned\nStep beyond the point of no return get wet\nThe rhythmic, hypnotic ear narcotics\nStrictly for fanatics and the gangbang addicts\nUh, around the globe follow ya nose\nDown with the underground from my head to my toes\nRide the groove like a three day cruise\nPeace to the east but the west coast rules\nThe chocolate child unleashed out the wild\nBreak the Richter scale and make the party shake tails\nBaddest on the atlas just tryin' to stay down\nYou gotta get up I get off or get clowned\n\nHook\n\n[Threat]\nI came across a close shave runnin' with them renegades\nAll on display on K-T-L-A\nI hate to do it but I'm stupid don't test me\nUnless ya wanna get your new clothes all messy\nWe fed 'em loot but they still insist to spit words\nBut they can't fuck with this they get swerved\nGraduated old school G degree\nCalm down the savage in any MC\nNorth, south, east, west\nBut simply hittin' 'em with the melody I possess\nSo raise your hands up high and get all the way with it\nIt's the joint, bodies get the munches when they hit it\nLike that\nYep bigger fatter than the piece\nInflation went up and make the killin' increase\nSo long for the plan you was plottin'\nCause it's long and forgotten once your style turned rotten\n\nHook\n\n[Threat]\nIt's the mad maestro and it ain't no other\nTurn milk into honey and make bread off butter\nI hold the title in the middle of my palm\nFor makin' freaks dance on the floor till dawn\nMake way let me show you how it's done\nIt's a party and the playerhatin' niggas can't come\nGot rhymes on my pad and they all hit rock\nDon't sleep cause the sheep just might be a fox\nOn a hunt\nHot on the trail\nHoe givin' up the drawers cause a nigga in jail\nOn the bottom of the ocean to the top of the hill\nMC can't deal with my hi-tech skills\nThey tight tight last all night\nBuckle up for safety and prepare to take flight\nDestination on to the next plateau\nIt's the Zuu in the house you can't funk with the flow\n\nHook","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Nowhere 2 Hide (feat. Threat)\n  artist: DJ Pooh\n  album: Bad Newz Travels Fast\n  duration_ms: 254000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Featuring Threat\n\n  Hook:\n  No worse scared can't get away\n  Dumpin' with them funky rhymes\n  \"Pullin' out niggas frontin' like snobs\"\n  Nowhere 2 hide\n\n  [Threat]\n  I deliver to you the new blueprints\n  Vocal instruments phat like them Goodyear blimps\n  We pimps\n  Beats\n  Put 'em in the streets\n  Twenty four hours seven days a week\n  I kick science but they still haven't learned\n  Step beyond the point of no return get wet\n  The rhythmic, hypnotic ear narcotics\n  Strictly for fanatics and the gangbang addicts\n  Uh, around the globe follow ya nose\n  Down with the underground from my head to my toes\n  Ride the groove like a three day cruise\n  Peace to the east but the west coast rules\n  The chocolate child unleashed out the wild\n  Break the Richter scale and make the party shake tails\n  Baddest on the atlas just tryin' to stay down\n  You gotta get up I get off or get clowned\n\n  Hook\n\n  [Threat]\n  I came across a close shave runnin' with them renegades\n  All on display on K-T-L-A\n  I hate to do it but I'm stupid don't test me\n  Unless ya wanna get your new clothes all messy\n  We fed 'em loot but they still insist to spit words\n  But they can't fuck with this they get swerved\n  Graduated old school G degree\n  Calm down the savage in any MC\n  North, south, east, west\n  But simply hittin' 'em with the melody I possess\n  So raise your hands up high and get all the way with it\n  It's the joint, bodies get the munches when they hit it\n  Like that\n  Yep bigger fatter than the piece\n  Inflation went up and make the killin' increase\n  So long for the plan you was plottin'\n  Cause it's long and forgotten once your style turned rotten\n\n  Hook\n\n  [Threat]\n  It's the mad maestro and it ain't no other\n  Turn milk into honey and make bread off butter\n  I hold the title in the middle of my palm\n  For makin' freaks dance on the floor till dawn\n  Make way let me show you how it's done\n  It's a party and the playerhatin' niggas can't come\n  Got rhymes on my pad and they all hit rock\n  Don't sleep cause the sheep just might be a fox\n  On a hunt\n  Hot on the trail\n  Hoe givin' up the drawers cause a nigga in jail\n  On the bottom of the ocean to the top of the hill\n  MC can't deal with my hi-tech skills\n  They tight tight last all night\n  Buckle up for safety and prepare to take flight\n  Destination on to the next plateau\n  It's the Zuu in the house you can't funk with the flow\n\n  Hook\n"}]