[{"id":7691260,"name":"Whoop Whoop","trackName":"Whoop Whoop","artistName":"DJ Pooh","albumName":"The Mix Tape, Volume 3: 60 Minutes of Funk: The Final Chapter","duration":19.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Goddamn that nigga kam back on the scene\nWith the brown & black on the same team\nThe rap game seem so fucked up\nIf a real nigga ever got in he probably lucked up\nThese niggas sucked up our hood game\nGot fame & fucked up our good name\nIt's a shame you got rich off of our stress & strife\n& You ain't never gang banged in ya life!\nYa wife the one that really wear the pants in the house\nSo answer this, is you a man or a mouse?\nTricky like mickey when it comes to cheese,\n(Yeah) you took a little quickie from the g's\nBut that's cool though you did a?\nBut after every show now the homies ask where that fool go?\n& Soon you'll know what we bothered about\nWhen you hear my niggas hollerin' out\n2x Where all the eastside niggas at?\nWhoop whoop!\nWhere all the westside niggas at?\nWhoop whoop!\nWhere all the northside niggas at?\nWhoop whoop!\nWhere all the southside niggas at?\nWhoop whoop whoop!\nIt's that gangsta shit & if you really wanna know\nI got thangs to spit & if you feel he run the show\nThen you a busta too what must i do?\nHow many real rap niggas is it? (just a few)\nI put my trust in you like the oj jury\nBut you dissed so feel my fists of fury!\nSure we used to be cool & all that junk\nLittle fat pot belly big titty duck?? punk\nWith junk in yo trunk like pam\nOn martin don't be startin up no shit with kam\nCause i'll fuck you up you just ain't knowin\nKeep your eyes on the road & watch where you going\nYou takin all my shots\nLike the \"w\" you took from me nigga stand for watts\nTryin to say it stand for yo group\nBut like toucan sam kam can always smell a fruit loop.\n2x You can't see these g's in no kinda way\nSo what you wanna do what you tryin to say?\nWas you the only one dissin' or they were too\nCause we can all go head up on pay per view!\nTryin to get ya crew to do ya dirty work\nYou little nerdy jerk take this and watch the birdies chirp\nThis eastside nigga make me bow down\nWhere all the c-hogs & b-dogs chowdown\nNot ot mention the brotherhood\nThat's f.o.y. killas to make it understood\nI shoulda beat yo ass in chicago\nDon't need security guards wherever i go\nAnd if it wasn't for mustafa i really doubt\nAnybody else coulda saved you from gettin' knocked out\nThat's what i'm about niggas gave me the scoop\nSay what you killin' rickets & sloops!\n2x How could i dis thee let me count the ways\nSee i can talk about yo ass for days\nIknow shit about you you don't even know\nAnd if it wasn't for us you wouldn't even be breathin bro\nThat's for sho this ain't no fairy tale shit\n\nBut look at the thanks i get!\nA hit record don't mean a motherfuck to me\nNiggaz gave you a pass reluctantly\nCause you told em you was with us the foy\nAnd the niggas that was with me when i left know why\nI said fuck street knowledge and sat far away\nFuck ice cube and pass chardonnay\nI gave all i could give\nBut niggas know we all work and know we all live\nAnd tryin to fuck me that's the worst mistake you could've made\nY'all cursed til the price is paid.\n2x Solo: what's up nigga you got beef with me nigga?\nCube: naw i ain't got beef with you nigga!\nSolo: you got beef with my homeboy nigga?\nCube: yo homeboy got beef with me!\nSolo: you got beef with me then nigga\nCube: and!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Whoop Whoop\n artist: DJ Pooh\n album: 'The Mix Tape, Volume 3: 60 Minutes of Funk: The Final Chapter'\n duration_ms: 19000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Goddamn that nigga kam back on the scene\n With the brown & black on the same team\n The rap game seem so fucked up\n If a real nigga ever got in he probably lucked up\n These niggas sucked up our hood game\n Got fame & fucked up our good name\n It's a shame you got rich off of our stress & strife\n & You ain't never gang banged in ya life!\n Ya wife the one that really wear the pants in the house\n So answer this, is you a man or a mouse?\n Tricky like mickey when it comes to cheese,\n (Yeah) you took a little quickie from the g's\n But that's cool though you did a?\n But after every show now the homies ask where that fool go?\n & Soon you'll know what we bothered about\n When you hear my niggas hollerin' out\n 2x Where all the eastside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop!\n Where all the westside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop!\n Where all the northside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop!\n Where all the southside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop whoop!\n It's that gangsta shit & if you really wanna know\n I got thangs to spit & if you feel he run the show\n Then you a busta too what must i do?\n How many real rap niggas is it? (just a few)\n I put my trust in you like the oj jury\n But you dissed so feel my fists of fury!\n Sure we used to be cool & all that junk\n Little fat pot belly big titty duck?? punk\n With junk in yo trunk like pam\n On martin don't be startin up no shit with kam\n Cause i'll fuck you up you just ain't knowin\n Keep your eyes on the road & watch where you going\n You takin all my shots\n Like the \"w\" you took from me nigga stand for watts\n Tryin to say it stand for yo group\n But like toucan sam kam can always smell a fruit loop.\n 2x You can't see these g's in no kinda way\n So what you wanna do what you tryin to say?\n Was you the only one dissin' or they were too\n Cause we can all go head up on pay per view!\n Tryin to get ya crew to do ya dirty work\n You little nerdy jerk take this and watch the birdies chirp\n This eastside nigga make me bow down\n Where all the c-hogs & b-dogs chowdown\n Not ot mention the brotherhood\n That's f.o.y. killas to make it understood\n I shoulda beat yo ass in chicago\n Don't need security guards wherever i go\n And if it wasn't for mustafa i really doubt\n Anybody else coulda saved you from gettin' knocked out\n That's what i'm about niggas gave me the scoop\n Say what you killin' rickets & sloops!\n 2x How could i dis thee let me count the ways\n See i can talk about yo ass for days\n Iknow shit about you you don't even know\n And if it wasn't for us you wouldn't even be breathin bro\n That's for sho this ain't no fairy tale shit\n\n But look at the thanks i get!\n A hit record don't mean a motherfuck to me\n Niggaz gave you a pass reluctantly\n Cause you told em you was with us the foy\n And the niggas that was with me when i left know why\n I said fuck street knowledge and sat far away\n Fuck ice cube and pass chardonnay\n I gave all i could give\n But niggas know we all work and know we all live\n And tryin to fuck me that's the worst mistake you could've made\n Y'all cursed til the price is paid.\n 2x Solo: what's up nigga you got beef with me nigga?\n Cube: naw i ain't got beef with you nigga!\n Solo: you got beef with my homeboy nigga?\n Cube: yo homeboy got beef with me!\n Solo: you got beef with me then nigga\n Cube: and!\n"},{"id":7691259,"name":"Whoop Whoop","trackName":"Whoop Whoop","artistName":"DJ Pooh","albumName":"The Mix Tape Volume III - 60 Minutes Of Funk - The Final Chapter","duration":19.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Goddamn that nigga kam back on the scene\nWith the brown & black on the same team\nThe rap game seem so fucked up\nIf a real nigga ever got in he probably lucked up\nThese niggas sucked up our hood game\nGot fame & fucked up our good name\nIt's a shame you got rich off of our stress & strife\n& You ain't never gang banged in ya life!\nYa wife the one that really wear the pants in the house\nSo answer this, is you a man or a mouse?\nTricky like mickey when it comes to cheese,\n(Yeah) you took a little quickie from the g's\nBut that's cool though you did a?\nBut after every show now the homies ask where that fool go?\n& Soon you'll know what we bothered about\nWhen you hear my niggas hollerin' out\n2x Where all the eastside niggas at?\nWhoop whoop!\nWhere all the westside niggas at?\nWhoop whoop!\nWhere all the northside niggas at?\nWhoop whoop!\nWhere all the southside niggas at?\nWhoop whoop whoop!\nIt's that gangsta shit & if you really wanna know\nI got thangs to spit & if you feel he run the show\nThen you a busta too what must i do?\nHow many real rap niggas is it? (just a few)\nI put my trust in you like the oj jury\nBut you dissed so feel my fists of fury!\nSure we used to be cool & all that junk\nLittle fat pot belly big titty duck?? punk\nWith junk in yo trunk like pam\nOn martin don't be startin up no shit with kam\nCause i'll fuck you up you just ain't knowin\nKeep your eyes on the road & watch where you going\nYou takin all my shots\nLike the \"w\" you took from me nigga stand for watts\nTryin to say it stand for yo group\nBut like toucan sam kam can always smell a fruit loop.\n2x You can't see these g's in no kinda way\nSo what you wanna do what you tryin to say?\nWas you the only one dissin' or they were too\nCause we can all go head up on pay per view!\nTryin to get ya crew to do ya dirty work\nYou little nerdy jerk take this and watch the birdies chirp\nThis eastside nigga make me bow down\nWhere all the c-hogs & b-dogs chowdown\nNot ot mention the brotherhood\nThat's f.o.y. killas to make it understood\nI shoulda beat yo ass in chicago\nDon't need security guards wherever i go\nAnd if it wasn't for mustafa i really doubt\nAnybody else coulda saved you from gettin' knocked out\nThat's what i'm about niggas gave me the scoop\nSay what you killin' rickets & sloops!\n2x How could i dis thee let me count the ways\nSee i can talk about yo ass for days\nIknow shit about you you don't even know\nAnd if it wasn't for us you wouldn't even be breathin bro\nThat's for sho this ain't no fairy tale shit\n\nBut look at the thanks i get!\nA hit record don't mean a motherfuck to me\nNiggaz gave you a pass reluctantly\nCause you told em you was with us the foy\nAnd the niggas that was with me when i left know why\nI said fuck street knowledge and sat far away\nFuck ice cube and pass chardonnay\nI gave all i could give\nBut niggas know we all work and know we all live\nAnd tryin to fuck me that's the worst mistake you could've made\nY'all cursed til the price is paid.\n2x Solo: what's up nigga you got beef with me nigga?\nCube: naw i ain't got beef with you nigga!\nSolo: you got beef with my homeboy nigga?\nCube: yo homeboy got beef with me!\nSolo: you got beef with me then nigga\nCube: and!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Whoop Whoop\n artist: DJ Pooh\n album: The Mix Tape Volume III - 60 Minutes Of Funk - The Final Chapter\n duration_ms: 19000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Goddamn that nigga kam back on the scene\n With the brown & black on the same team\n The rap game seem so fucked up\n If a real nigga ever got in he probably lucked up\n These niggas sucked up our hood game\n Got fame & fucked up our good name\n It's a shame you got rich off of our stress & strife\n & You ain't never gang banged in ya life!\n Ya wife the one that really wear the pants in the house\n So answer this, is you a man or a mouse?\n Tricky like mickey when it comes to cheese,\n (Yeah) you took a little quickie from the g's\n But that's cool though you did a?\n But after every show now the homies ask where that fool go?\n & Soon you'll know what we bothered about\n When you hear my niggas hollerin' out\n 2x Where all the eastside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop!\n Where all the westside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop!\n Where all the northside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop!\n Where all the southside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop whoop!\n It's that gangsta shit & if you really wanna know\n I got thangs to spit & if you feel he run the show\n Then you a busta too what must i do?\n How many real rap niggas is it? (just a few)\n I put my trust in you like the oj jury\n But you dissed so feel my fists of fury!\n Sure we used to be cool & all that junk\n Little fat pot belly big titty duck?? punk\n With junk in yo trunk like pam\n On martin don't be startin up no shit with kam\n Cause i'll fuck you up you just ain't knowin\n Keep your eyes on the road & watch where you going\n You takin all my shots\n Like the \"w\" you took from me nigga stand for watts\n Tryin to say it stand for yo group\n But like toucan sam kam can always smell a fruit loop.\n 2x You can't see these g's in no kinda way\n So what you wanna do what you tryin to say?\n Was you the only one dissin' or they were too\n Cause we can all go head up on pay per view!\n Tryin to get ya crew to do ya dirty work\n You little nerdy jerk take this and watch the birdies chirp\n This eastside nigga make me bow down\n Where all the c-hogs & b-dogs chowdown\n Not ot mention the brotherhood\n That's f.o.y. killas to make it understood\n I shoulda beat yo ass in chicago\n Don't need security guards wherever i go\n And if it wasn't for mustafa i really doubt\n Anybody else coulda saved you from gettin' knocked out\n That's what i'm about niggas gave me the scoop\n Say what you killin' rickets & sloops!\n 2x How could i dis thee let me count the ways\n See i can talk about yo ass for days\n Iknow shit about you you don't even know\n And if it wasn't for us you wouldn't even be breathin bro\n That's for sho this ain't no fairy tale shit\n\n But look at the thanks i get!\n A hit record don't mean a motherfuck to me\n Niggaz gave you a pass reluctantly\n Cause you told em you was with us the foy\n And the niggas that was with me when i left know why\n I said fuck street knowledge and sat far away\n Fuck ice cube and pass chardonnay\n I gave all i could give\n But niggas know we all work and know we all live\n And tryin to fuck me that's the worst mistake you could've made\n Y'all cursed til the price is paid.\n 2x Solo: what's up nigga you got beef with me nigga?\n Cube: naw i ain't got beef with you nigga!\n Solo: you got beef with my homeboy nigga?\n Cube: yo homeboy got beef with me!\n Solo: you got beef with me then nigga\n Cube: and!\n"},{"id":19581105,"name":"Whoop Whoop","trackName":"Whoop Whoop","artistName":"DJ Pooh","albumName":"Mix Tape, Vol. 3: 60 Minutes Of Funk, The Final Chapter (Clean)","duration":19.133243,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Goddamn that nigga kam back on the scene\nWith the brown & black on the same team\nThe rap game seem so fucked up\nIf a real nigga ever got in he probably lucked up\nThese niggas sucked up our hood game\nGot fame & fucked up our good name\nIt's a shame you got rich off of our stress & strife\n& You ain't never gang banged in ya life!\nYa wife the one that really wear the pants in the house\nSo answer this, is you a man or a mouse?\nTricky like mickey when it comes to cheese,\n(Yeah) you took a little quickie from the g's\nBut that's cool though you did a?\nBut after every show now the homies ask where that fool go?\n& Soon you'll know what we bothered about\nWhen you hear my niggas hollerin' out\n2x Where all the eastside niggas at?\nWhoop whoop!\nWhere all the westside niggas at?\nWhoop whoop!\nWhere all the northside niggas at?\nWhoop whoop!\nWhere all the southside niggas at?\nWhoop whoop whoop!\nIt's that gangsta shit & if you really wanna know\nI got thangs to spit & if you feel he run the show\nThen you a busta too what must i do?\nHow many real rap niggas is it? (just a few)\nI put my trust in you like the oj jury\nBut you dissed so feel my fists of fury!\nSure we used to be cool & all that junk\nLittle fat pot belly big titty duck?? punk\nWith junk in yo trunk like pam\nOn martin don't be startin up no shit with kam\nCause i'll fuck you up you just ain't knowin\nKeep your eyes on the road & watch where you going\nYou takin all my shots\nLike the \"w\" you took from me nigga stand for watts\nTryin to say it stand for yo group\nBut like toucan sam kam can always smell a fruit loop.\n2x You can't see these g's in no kinda way\nSo what you wanna do what you tryin to say?\nWas you the only one dissin' or they were too\nCause we can all go head up on pay per view!\nTryin to get ya crew to do ya dirty work\nYou little nerdy jerk take this and watch the birdies chirp\nThis eastside nigga make me bow down\nWhere all the c-hogs & b-dogs chowdown\nNot ot mention the brotherhood\nThat's f.o.y. killas to make it understood\nI shoulda beat yo ass in chicago\nDon't need security guards wherever i go\nAnd if it wasn't for mustafa i really doubt\nAnybody else coulda saved you from gettin' knocked out\nThat's what i'm about niggas gave me the scoop\nSay what you killin' rickets & sloops!\n2x How could i dis thee let me count the ways\nSee i can talk about yo ass for days\nIknow shit about you you don't even know\nAnd if it wasn't for us you wouldn't even be breathin bro\nThat's for sho this ain't no fairy tale shit\n\nBut look at the thanks i get!\nA hit record don't mean a motherfuck to me\nNiggaz gave you a pass reluctantly\nCause you told em you was with us the foy\nAnd the niggas that was with me when i left know why\nI said fuck street knowledge and sat far away\nFuck ice cube and pass chardonnay\nI gave all i could give\nBut niggas know we all work and know we all live\nAnd tryin to fuck me that's the worst mistake you could've made\nY'all cursed til the price is paid.\n2x Solo: what's up nigga you got beef with me nigga?\nCube: naw i ain't got beef with you nigga!\nSolo: you got beef with my homeboy nigga?\nCube: yo homeboy got beef with me!\nSolo: you got beef with me then nigga\nCube: and!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Whoop Whoop\n artist: DJ Pooh\n album: 'Mix Tape, Vol. 3: 60 Minutes Of Funk, The Final Chapter (Clean)'\n duration_ms: 19133\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Goddamn that nigga kam back on the scene\n With the brown & black on the same team\n The rap game seem so fucked up\n If a real nigga ever got in he probably lucked up\n These niggas sucked up our hood game\n Got fame & fucked up our good name\n It's a shame you got rich off of our stress & strife\n & You ain't never gang banged in ya life!\n Ya wife the one that really wear the pants in the house\n So answer this, is you a man or a mouse?\n Tricky like mickey when it comes to cheese,\n (Yeah) you took a little quickie from the g's\n But that's cool though you did a?\n But after every show now the homies ask where that fool go?\n & Soon you'll know what we bothered about\n When you hear my niggas hollerin' out\n 2x Where all the eastside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop!\n Where all the westside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop!\n Where all the northside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop!\n Where all the southside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop whoop!\n It's that gangsta shit & if you really wanna know\n I got thangs to spit & if you feel he run the show\n Then you a busta too what must i do?\n How many real rap niggas is it? (just a few)\n I put my trust in you like the oj jury\n But you dissed so feel my fists of fury!\n Sure we used to be cool & all that junk\n Little fat pot belly big titty duck?? punk\n With junk in yo trunk like pam\n On martin don't be startin up no shit with kam\n Cause i'll fuck you up you just ain't knowin\n Keep your eyes on the road & watch where you going\n You takin all my shots\n Like the \"w\" you took from me nigga stand for watts\n Tryin to say it stand for yo group\n But like toucan sam kam can always smell a fruit loop.\n 2x You can't see these g's in no kinda way\n So what you wanna do what you tryin to say?\n Was you the only one dissin' or they were too\n Cause we can all go head up on pay per view!\n Tryin to get ya crew to do ya dirty work\n You little nerdy jerk take this and watch the birdies chirp\n This eastside nigga make me bow down\n Where all the c-hogs & b-dogs chowdown\n Not ot mention the brotherhood\n That's f.o.y. killas to make it understood\n I shoulda beat yo ass in chicago\n Don't need security guards wherever i go\n And if it wasn't for mustafa i really doubt\n Anybody else coulda saved you from gettin' knocked out\n That's what i'm about niggas gave me the scoop\n Say what you killin' rickets & sloops!\n 2x How could i dis thee let me count the ways\n See i can talk about yo ass for days\n Iknow shit about you you don't even know\n And if it wasn't for us you wouldn't even be breathin bro\n That's for sho this ain't no fairy tale shit\n\n But look at the thanks i get!\n A hit record don't mean a motherfuck to me\n Niggaz gave you a pass reluctantly\n Cause you told em you was with us the foy\n And the niggas that was with me when i left know why\n I said fuck street knowledge and sat far away\n Fuck ice cube and pass chardonnay\n I gave all i could give\n But niggas know we all work and know we all live\n And tryin to fuck me that's the worst mistake you could've made\n Y'all cursed til the price is paid.\n 2x Solo: what's up nigga you got beef with me nigga?\n Cube: naw i ain't got beef with you nigga!\n Solo: you got beef with my homeboy nigga?\n Cube: yo homeboy got beef with me!\n Solo: you got beef with me then nigga\n Cube: and!\n"},{"id":20101677,"name":"Whoop Whoop","trackName":"Whoop Whoop","artistName":"DJ Pooh","albumName":"Chapter 161. Same Ol` G","duration":433.371429,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Goddamn that nigga kam back on the scene\nWith the brown & black on the same team\nThe rap game seem so fucked up\nIf a real nigga ever got in he probably lucked up\nThese niggas sucked up our hood game\nGot fame & fucked up our good name\nIt's a shame you got rich off of our stress & strife\n& You ain't never gang banged in ya life!\nYa wife the one that really wear the pants in the house\nSo answer this, is you a man or a mouse?\nTricky like mickey when it comes to cheese,\n(Yeah) you took a little quickie from the g's\nBut that's cool though you did a?\nBut after every show now the homies ask where that fool go?\n& Soon you'll know what we bothered about\nWhen you hear my niggas hollerin' out\n2x Where all the eastside niggas at?\nWhoop whoop!\nWhere all the westside niggas at?\nWhoop whoop!\nWhere all the northside niggas at?\nWhoop whoop!\nWhere all the southside niggas at?\nWhoop whoop whoop!\nIt's that gangsta shit & if you really wanna know\nI got thangs to spit & if you feel he run the show\nThen you a busta too what must i do?\nHow many real rap niggas is it? (just a few)\nI put my trust in you like the oj jury\nBut you dissed so feel my fists of fury!\nSure we used to be cool & all that junk\nLittle fat pot belly big titty duck?? punk\nWith junk in yo trunk like pam\nOn martin don't be startin up no shit with kam\nCause i'll fuck you up you just ain't knowin\nKeep your eyes on the road & watch where you going\nYou takin all my shots\nLike the \"w\" you took from me nigga stand for watts\nTryin to say it stand for yo group\nBut like toucan sam kam can always smell a fruit loop.\n2x You can't see these g's in no kinda way\nSo what you wanna do what you tryin to say?\nWas you the only one dissin' or they were too\nCause we can all go head up on pay per view!\nTryin to get ya crew to do ya dirty work\nYou little nerdy jerk take this and watch the birdies chirp\nThis eastside nigga make me bow down\nWhere all the c-hogs & b-dogs chowdown\nNot ot mention the brotherhood\nThat's f.o.y. killas to make it understood\nI shoulda beat yo ass in chicago\nDon't need security guards wherever i go\nAnd if it wasn't for mustafa i really doubt\nAnybody else coulda saved you from gettin' knocked out\nThat's what i'm about niggas gave me the scoop\nSay what you killin' rickets & sloops!\n2x How could i dis thee let me count the ways\nSee i can talk about yo ass for days\nIknow shit about you you don't even know\nAnd if it wasn't for us you wouldn't even be breathin bro\nThat's for sho this ain't no fairy tale shit\n\nBut look at the thanks i get!\nA hit record don't mean a motherfuck to me\nNiggaz gave you a pass reluctantly\nCause you told em you was with us the foy\nAnd the niggas that was with me when i left know why\nI said fuck street knowledge and sat far away\nFuck ice cube and pass chardonnay\nI gave all i could give\nBut niggas know we all work and know we all live\nAnd tryin to fuck me that's the worst mistake you could've made\nY'all cursed til the price is paid.\n2x Solo: what's up nigga you got beef with me nigga?\nCube: naw i ain't got beef with you nigga!\nSolo: you got beef with my homeboy nigga?\nCube: yo homeboy got beef with me!\nSolo: you got beef with me then nigga\nCube: and!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Whoop Whoop\n artist: DJ Pooh\n album: Chapter 161. Same Ol` G\n duration_ms: 433371\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Goddamn that nigga kam back on the scene\n With the brown & black on the same team\n The rap game seem so fucked up\n If a real nigga ever got in he probably lucked up\n These niggas sucked up our hood game\n Got fame & fucked up our good name\n It's a shame you got rich off of our stress & strife\n & You ain't never gang banged in ya life!\n Ya wife the one that really wear the pants in the house\n So answer this, is you a man or a mouse?\n Tricky like mickey when it comes to cheese,\n (Yeah) you took a little quickie from the g's\n But that's cool though you did a?\n But after every show now the homies ask where that fool go?\n & Soon you'll know what we bothered about\n When you hear my niggas hollerin' out\n 2x Where all the eastside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop!\n Where all the westside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop!\n Where all the northside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop!\n Where all the southside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop whoop!\n It's that gangsta shit & if you really wanna know\n I got thangs to spit & if you feel he run the show\n Then you a busta too what must i do?\n How many real rap niggas is it? (just a few)\n I put my trust in you like the oj jury\n But you dissed so feel my fists of fury!\n Sure we used to be cool & all that junk\n Little fat pot belly big titty duck?? punk\n With junk in yo trunk like pam\n On martin don't be startin up no shit with kam\n Cause i'll fuck you up you just ain't knowin\n Keep your eyes on the road & watch where you going\n You takin all my shots\n Like the \"w\" you took from me nigga stand for watts\n Tryin to say it stand for yo group\n But like toucan sam kam can always smell a fruit loop.\n 2x You can't see these g's in no kinda way\n So what you wanna do what you tryin to say?\n Was you the only one dissin' or they were too\n Cause we can all go head up on pay per view!\n Tryin to get ya crew to do ya dirty work\n You little nerdy jerk take this and watch the birdies chirp\n This eastside nigga make me bow down\n Where all the c-hogs & b-dogs chowdown\n Not ot mention the brotherhood\n That's f.o.y. killas to make it understood\n I shoulda beat yo ass in chicago\n Don't need security guards wherever i go\n And if it wasn't for mustafa i really doubt\n Anybody else coulda saved you from gettin' knocked out\n That's what i'm about niggas gave me the scoop\n Say what you killin' rickets & sloops!\n 2x How could i dis thee let me count the ways\n See i can talk about yo ass for days\n Iknow shit about you you don't even know\n And if it wasn't for us you wouldn't even be breathin bro\n That's for sho this ain't no fairy tale shit\n\n But look at the thanks i get!\n A hit record don't mean a motherfuck to me\n Niggaz gave you a pass reluctantly\n Cause you told em you was with us the foy\n And the niggas that was with me when i left know why\n I said fuck street knowledge and sat far away\n Fuck ice cube and pass chardonnay\n I gave all i could give\n But niggas know we all work and know we all live\n And tryin to fuck me that's the worst mistake you could've made\n Y'all cursed til the price is paid.\n 2x Solo: what's up nigga you got beef with me nigga?\n Cube: naw i ain't got beef with you nigga!\n Solo: you got beef with my homeboy nigga?\n Cube: yo homeboy got beef with me!\n Solo: you got beef with me then nigga\n Cube: and!\n"},{"id":20331635,"name":"Whoop! 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(Just a few)\nI put my trust in you like the OJ jury\nBut you dissed, so feel my fists of fury\nSure we used to be cool and all that junk\nLittle fat pot belly big titty duck flip punk\nWith junk in your trunk like Pam\nOn Martin, don't be startin' up no shit with Kam\n'Cause I'll fuck you up you just ain't knowin'\nKeep your eyes on the road and watch where you going\nYou takin' all my shots\nLike the \"W\" you took from me, nigga, stand for Watts\nTryna say it stand for your group\nBut like Toucan Sam, Kam can always smell a Fruit Loop\nWhere all the eastside niggas at?\nWhoop whoop\nWhere all the westside niggas at?\nWhoop whoop\nWhere all the northside niggas at?\nWhoop whoop\nWhere all the southside niggas at?\nWhoop whoop whoop\nWhere all the eastside niggas at?\nWhoop whoop\nWhere all the westside niggas at?\nWhoop whoop\nWhere all the northside niggas at?\nWhoop whoop\nWhere all the southside niggas at?\nWhoop whoop whoop\nYou can't see these G's in no kinda way\nSo what you wanna do? What you tryna say?\nWas you the only one dissin' or they were too?\n'Cause we can all go head up on Pay Per View\nTryna get you crew to do your dirty work\nYou little nerdy jerk, take this and watch the birdies chirp\nThis eastside, nigga, make me bow down\nWhere all the C-Hogs and B-Dogs chow down\nNot to mention the brotherhood\nThat's F.O.I. Killas to make it understood\nI shoulda beat your ass in Chicago\nDon't need security guards wherever I go\nAnd if it wasn't for Mustafa I really doubt\nAnybody else coulda saved you from gettin' knocked out\nThat's what I'm about, niggas gave me the scoop\nSay what, you killin' Rickets & Sloops\nWhere all the eastside niggas at?\nWhoop whoop\nWhere all the westside niggas at?\nWhoop whoop\nWhere all the northside niggas at?\nWhoop whoop\nWhere all the southside niggas at?\nWhoop whoop whoop\nWhere all the eastside niggas at?\nWhoop whoop\nWhere all the westside niggas at?\nWhoop whoop\nWhere all the northside niggas at?\nWhoop whoop\nWhere all the southside niggas at?\nWhoop whoop whoop\nHow could I diss thee, let me count the ways\nSee I can talk about your ass for days\nI know shit about you you don't even know\nAnd if it wasn't for us you wouldn't even be breathin', bro\nThat's for sure, this ain't no fairy tale shit\nBut look at the thanks I get\nA hit record don't mean a motherfuck to me\nNiggas gave you a pass reluctantly\n'Cause we told 'em you was with us, the F.O.I.\nAnd the niggas that was with me when I left know why\nI said, \"Fuck Street Knowledge\" and sat far away\n\"Fuck Ice Cube and Pat Charbonnet\"\nI gave all I could give\nBut niggas know where y'all work and know where y'all live\nAnd tryna fuck me that's the worst mistake you could've made\nY'all cursed 'til the price is paid\nWhere all the eastside niggas at?\nWhoop whoop\nWhere all the westside niggas at?\nWhoop whoop\nWhere all the northside niggas at?\nWhoop whoop\nWhere all the southside niggas at?\nWhoop whoop whoop\nWhere all the eastside niggas at?\nWhoop whoop\nWhere all the westside niggas at?\nWhoop whoop\nWhere all the northside niggas at?\nWhoop whoop\nWhere all the southside niggas at?\nWhoop whoop whoop\nWhat's up, nigga, you got beef with me, nigga?\nNah, I ain't got beef with you, man\nYou got beef with my homeboy, nigga?\nYour homeboy got beef with me\nYou got beef with me then, nigga\nAnd","syncedLyrics":"[00:18.75] Goddamn, that nigga Kam back on the scene\n[00:21.24] With the brown and black on the same team\n[00:23.89] The rap game seem so fucked up\n[00:25.87] If a real nigga ever got in he probably lucked up\n[00:28.84] These niggas sucked up our hood game\n[00:30.61] Got fame and fucked up our good name\n[00:32.98] It's a shame you got rich off of our stress and strife\n[00:35.95] And you ain't never gang banged in your life\n[00:37.83] Your wife the one that really wear the pants in the house\n[00:40.30] So answer this, is you a man or a mouse?\n[00:42.78] Tricky like Mickey when it comes to cheese\n[00:45.05] (Yeah) you took a little quickie from the G's\n[00:47.14] But that's cool though you did a do-low\n[00:49.26] But after every show now the homies ask where that fool go?\n[00:52.21] And soon you'll know what we bothered about\n[00:54.53] When you hear my niggas hollerin' out\n[00:56.56] Where all the eastside niggas at?\n[00:58.18] Whoop whoop\n[00:58.95] Where all the westside niggas at?\n[01:00.52] Whoop whoop\n[01:01.35] Where all the northside niggas at?\n[01:02.62] Whoop whoop\n[01:03.60] Where all the southside niggas at?\n[01:05.07] Whoop whoop whoop\n[01:06.24] Where all the eastside niggas at?\n[01:07.69] Whoop whoop\n[01:08.57] Where all the westside niggas at?\n[01:09.97] Whoop whoop\n[01:10.85] Where all the northside niggas at?\n[01:12.29] Whoop whoop\n[01:13.17] Where all the southside niggas at?\n[01:14.61] Whoop whoop whoop\n[01:15.44] It's that gangsta shit and if you really wanna know\n[01:17.89] I got thangs to spit and if you feel he run the show\n[01:20.37] Then you a busta too, what must I do?\n[01:22.61] How many real rap niggas is it? 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What you tryna say?\n[02:17.32] Was you the only one dissin' or they were too?\n[02:19.77] 'Cause we can all go head up on Pay Per View\n[02:22.44] Tryna get you crew to do your dirty work\n[02:24.52] You little nerdy jerk, take this and watch the birdies chirp\n[02:27.61] This eastside, nigga, make me bow down\n[02:29.69] Where all the C-Hogs and B-Dogs chow down\n[02:31.74] Not to mention the brotherhood\n[02:34.22] That's F.O.I. 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Killas to make it understood\n start_ms: 154220\n end_ms: 156400\n- text: I shoulda beat your ass in Chicago\n start_ms: 156400\n end_ms: 158580\n- text: Don't need security guards wherever I go\n start_ms: 158580\n end_ms: 160890\n- text: And if it wasn't for Mustafa I really doubt\n start_ms: 160890\n end_ms: 163330\n- text: Anybody else coulda saved you from gettin' knocked out\n start_ms: 163330\n end_ms: 165990\n- text: That's what I'm about, niggas gave me the scoop\n start_ms: 165990\n end_ms: 168270\n- text: Say what, you killin' Rickets & Sloops\n start_ms: 168270\n end_ms: 170700\n- text: Where all the eastside niggas at?\n start_ms: 170700\n end_ms: 172110\n- text: Whoop whoop\n start_ms: 172110\n end_ms: 173110\n- text: Where all the westside niggas at?\n start_ms: 173110\n end_ms: 174530\n- text: Whoop whoop\n start_ms: 174530\n end_ms: 175500\n- text: Where all the northside niggas at?\n start_ms: 175500\n end_ms: 176960\n- text: Whoop whoop\n start_ms: 176960\n end_ms: 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wouldn't even be breathin', bro\n start_ms: 196800\n end_ms: 199770\n- text: That's for sure, this ain't no fairy tale shit\n start_ms: 199770\n end_ms: 202290\n- text: But look at the thanks I get\n start_ms: 202290\n end_ms: 204140\n- text: A hit record don't mean a motherfuck to me\n start_ms: 204140\n end_ms: 206500\n- text: Niggas gave you a pass reluctantly\n start_ms: 206500\n end_ms: 208530\n- text: '''Cause we told ''em you was with us, the F.O.I.'\n start_ms: 208530\n end_ms: 210960\n- text: And the niggas that was with me when I left know why\n start_ms: 210960\n end_ms: 213390\n- text: I said, \"Fuck Street Knowledge\" and sat far away\n start_ms: 213390\n end_ms: 215900\n- text: '\"Fuck Ice Cube and Pat Charbonnet\"'\n start_ms: 215900\n end_ms: 218090\n- text: I gave all I could give\n start_ms: 218090\n end_ms: 220280\n- text: But niggas know where y'all work and know where y'all live\n start_ms: 220280\n end_ms: 223030\n- text: And tryna fuck me that's the worst mistake you could've made\n start_ms: 223030\n end_ms: 225770\n- text: Y'all cursed 'til the price is paid\n start_ms: 225770\n end_ms: 227520\n- text: Where all the eastside niggas at?\n start_ms: 227520\n end_ms: 228790\n- text: Whoop whoop\n start_ms: 228790\n end_ms: 230050\n- text: Where all the westside niggas at?\n start_ms: 230050\n end_ms: 231390\n- text: Whoop whoop\n start_ms: 231390\n end_ms: 232340\n- text: Where all the northside niggas at?\n start_ms: 232340\n end_ms: 233640\n- text: Whoop whoop\n start_ms: 233640\n end_ms: 234620\n- text: Where all the southside niggas at?\n start_ms: 234620\n end_ms: 236040\n- text: Whoop whoop whoop\n start_ms: 236040\n end_ms: 237360\n- text: Where all the eastside niggas at?\n start_ms: 237360\n end_ms: 238480\n- text: Whoop whoop\n start_ms: 238480\n end_ms: 239480\n- text: Where all the westside niggas at?\n start_ms: 239480\n end_ms: 240760\n- text: Whoop whoop\n start_ms: 240760\n end_ms: 241810\n- text: Where all the northside niggas at?\n start_ms: 241810\n end_ms: 243150\n- text: Whoop whoop\n start_ms: 243150\n end_ms: 244170\n- text: Where all the southside niggas at?\n start_ms: 244170\n end_ms: 245510\n- text: Whoop whoop whoop\n start_ms: 245510\n end_ms: 248220\n- text: What's up, nigga, you got beef with me, nigga?\n start_ms: 248220\n end_ms: 249940\n- text: Nah, I ain't got beef with you, man\n start_ms: 249940\n end_ms: 251580\n- text: You got beef with my homeboy, nigga?\n start_ms: 251580\n end_ms: 253200\n- text: Your homeboy got beef with me\n start_ms: 253200\n end_ms: 255160\n- text: You got beef with me then, nigga\n start_ms: 255160\n end_ms: 256660\n- text: And\n start_ms: 256660\nplain: |-\n Goddamn, that nigga Kam back on the scene\n With the brown and black on the same team\n The rap game seem so fucked up\n If a real nigga ever got in he probably lucked up\n These niggas sucked up our hood game\n Got fame and fucked up our good name\n It's a shame you got rich off of our stress and strife\n And you ain't never gang banged in your life\n Your wife the one that really wear the pants in the house\n So answer this, is you a man or a mouse?\n Tricky like Mickey when it comes to cheese\n (Yeah) you took a little quickie from the G's\n But that's cool though you did a do-low\n But after every show now the homies ask where that fool go?\n And soon you'll know what we bothered about\n When you hear my niggas hollerin' out\n Where all the eastside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop\n Where all the westside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop\n Where all the northside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop\n Where all the southside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop whoop\n Where all the eastside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop\n Where all the westside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop\n Where all the northside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop\n Where all the southside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop whoop\n It's that gangsta shit and if you really wanna know\n I got thangs to spit and if you feel he run the show\n Then you a busta too, what must I do?\n How many real rap niggas is it? (Just a few)\n I put my trust in you like the OJ jury\n But you dissed, so feel my fists of fury\n Sure we used to be cool and all that junk\n Little fat pot belly big titty duck flip punk\n With junk in your trunk like Pam\n On Martin, don't be startin' up no shit with Kam\n 'Cause I'll fuck you up you just ain't knowin'\n Keep your eyes on the road and watch where you going\n You takin' all my shots\n Like the \"W\" you took from me, nigga, stand for Watts\n Tryna say it stand for your group\n But like Toucan Sam, Kam can always smell a Fruit Loop\n Where all the eastside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop\n Where all the westside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop\n Where all the northside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop\n Where all the southside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop whoop\n Where all the eastside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop\n Where all the westside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop\n Where all the northside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop\n Where all the southside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop whoop\n You can't see these G's in no kinda way\n So what you wanna do? What you tryna say?\n Was you the only one dissin' or they were too?\n 'Cause we can all go head up on Pay Per View\n Tryna get you crew to do your dirty work\n You little nerdy jerk, take this and watch the birdies chirp\n This eastside, nigga, make me bow down\n Where all the C-Hogs and B-Dogs chow down\n Not to mention the brotherhood\n That's F.O.I. Killas to make it understood\n I shoulda beat your ass in Chicago\n Don't need security guards wherever I go\n And if it wasn't for Mustafa I really doubt\n Anybody else coulda saved you from gettin' knocked out\n That's what I'm about, niggas gave me the scoop\n Say what, you killin' Rickets & Sloops\n Where all the eastside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop\n Where all the westside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop\n Where all the northside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop\n Where all the southside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop whoop\n Where all the eastside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop\n Where all the westside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop\n Where all the northside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop\n Where all the southside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop whoop\n How could I diss thee, let me count the ways\n See I can talk about your ass for days\n I know shit about you you don't even know\n And if it wasn't for us you wouldn't even be breathin', bro\n That's for sure, this ain't no fairy tale shit\n But look at the thanks I get\n A hit record don't mean a motherfuck to me\n Niggas gave you a pass reluctantly\n 'Cause we told 'em you was with us, the F.O.I.\n And the niggas that was with me when I left know why\n I said, \"Fuck Street Knowledge\" and sat far away\n \"Fuck Ice Cube and Pat Charbonnet\"\n I gave all I could give\n But niggas know where y'all work and know where y'all live\n And tryna fuck me that's the worst mistake you could've made\n Y'all cursed 'til the price is paid\n Where all the eastside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop\n Where all the westside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop\n Where all the northside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop\n Where all the southside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop whoop\n Where all the eastside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop\n Where all the westside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop\n Where all the northside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop\n Where all the southside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop whoop\n What's up, nigga, you got beef with me, nigga?\n Nah, I ain't got beef with you, man\n You got beef with my homeboy, nigga?\n Your homeboy got beef with me\n You got beef with me then, nigga\n And\n"},{"id":24303318,"name":"Whoop Whoop","trackName":"Whoop Whoop","artistName":"DJ Pooh","albumName":"60 Minutes Of Funk Vol. III","duration":21.0861664,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Goddamn that nigga kam back on the scene\nWith the brown & black on the same team\nThe rap game seem so fucked up\nIf a real nigga ever got in he probably lucked up\nThese niggas sucked up our hood game\nGot fame & fucked up our good name\nIt's a shame you got rich off of our stress & strife\n& You ain't never gang banged in ya life!\nYa wife the one that really wear the pants in the house\nSo answer this, is you a man or a mouse?\nTricky like mickey when it comes to cheese,\n(Yeah) you took a little quickie from the g's\nBut that's cool though you did a?\nBut after every show now the homies ask where that fool go?\n& Soon you'll know what we bothered about\nWhen you hear my niggas hollerin' out\n2x Where all the eastside niggas at?\nWhoop whoop!\nWhere all the westside niggas at?\nWhoop whoop!\nWhere all the northside niggas at?\nWhoop whoop!\nWhere all the southside niggas at?\nWhoop whoop whoop!\nIt's that gangsta shit & if you really wanna know\nI got thangs to spit & if you feel he run the show\nThen you a busta too what must i do?\nHow many real rap niggas is it? (just a few)\nI put my trust in you like the oj jury\nBut you dissed so feel my fists of fury!\nSure we used to be cool & all that junk\nLittle fat pot belly big titty duck?? punk\nWith junk in yo trunk like pam\nOn martin don't be startin up no shit with kam\nCause i'll fuck you up you just ain't knowin\nKeep your eyes on the road & watch where you going\nYou takin all my shots\nLike the \"w\" you took from me nigga stand for watts\nTryin to say it stand for yo group\nBut like toucan sam kam can always smell a fruit loop.\n2x You can't see these g's in no kinda way\nSo what you wanna do what you tryin to say?\nWas you the only one dissin' or they were too\nCause we can all go head up on pay per view!\nTryin to get ya crew to do ya dirty work\nYou little nerdy jerk take this and watch the birdies chirp\nThis eastside nigga make me bow down\nWhere all the c-hogs & b-dogs chowdown\nNot ot mention the brotherhood\nThat's f.o.y. killas to make it understood\nI shoulda beat yo ass in chicago\nDon't need security guards wherever i go\nAnd if it wasn't for mustafa i really doubt\nAnybody else coulda saved you from gettin' knocked out\nThat's what i'm about niggas gave me the scoop\nSay what you killin' rickets & sloops!\n2x How could i dis thee let me count the ways\nSee i can talk about yo ass for days\nIknow shit about you you don't even know\nAnd if it wasn't for us you wouldn't even be breathin bro\nThat's for sho this ain't no fairy tale shit\n\nBut look at the thanks i get!\nA hit record don't mean a motherfuck to me\nNiggaz gave you a pass reluctantly\nCause you told em you was with us the foy\nAnd the niggas that was with me when i left know why\nI said fuck street knowledge and sat far away\nFuck ice cube and pass chardonnay\nI gave all i could give\nBut niggas know we all work and know we all live\nAnd tryin to fuck me that's the worst mistake you could've made\nY'all cursed til the price is paid.\n2x Solo: what's up nigga you got beef with me nigga?\nCube: naw i ain't got beef with you nigga!\nSolo: you got beef with my homeboy nigga?\nCube: yo homeboy got beef with me!\nSolo: you got beef with me then nigga\nCube: and!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Whoop Whoop\n artist: DJ Pooh\n album: 60 Minutes Of Funk Vol. III\n duration_ms: 21086\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Goddamn that nigga kam back on the scene\n With the brown & black on the same team\n The rap game seem so fucked up\n If a real nigga ever got in he probably lucked up\n These niggas sucked up our hood game\n Got fame & fucked up our good name\n It's a shame you got rich off of our stress & strife\n & You ain't never gang banged in ya life!\n Ya wife the one that really wear the pants in the house\n So answer this, is you a man or a mouse?\n Tricky like mickey when it comes to cheese,\n (Yeah) you took a little quickie from the g's\n But that's cool though you did a?\n But after every show now the homies ask where that fool go?\n & Soon you'll know what we bothered about\n When you hear my niggas hollerin' out\n 2x Where all the eastside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop!\n Where all the westside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop!\n Where all the northside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop!\n Where all the southside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop whoop!\n It's that gangsta shit & if you really wanna know\n I got thangs to spit & if you feel he run the show\n Then you a busta too what must i do?\n How many real rap niggas is it? 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Whoop!","trackName":"Whoop! Whoop!","artistName":"DJ Pooh","albumName":"Bad Newz Travels Fast","duration":276.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Goddamn that nigga kam back on the scene\nWith the brown & black on the same team\nThe rap game seem so fucked up\nIf a real nigga ever got in he probably lucked up\nThese niggas sucked up our hood game\nGot fame & fucked up our good name\nIt's a shame you got rich off of our stress & strife\n& you ain't never gang banged in ya life!\nYa wife the one that really wear the pants in the house\nSo answer this, is you a man or a mouse?\nTricky like mickey when it comes to cheese,\n(yeah) you took a little quickie from the g's\nBut that's cool though you did a?\nBut after every show now the homies ask where that fool go?\n& soon you'll know what we bothered about\nWhen you hear my niggas hollerin' out\n2x Where all the eastside niggas at?\nWhoop whoop!\nWhere all the westside niggas at?\nWhoop whoop!\nWhere all the northside niggas at?\nWhoop whoop!\nWhere all the southside niggas at?\nWhoop whoop whoop!\nIt's that gangsta shit & if you really wanna know\nI got thangs to spit & if you feel he run the show\nThen you a busta too what must i do?\nHow many real rap niggas is it? (just a few)\nI put my trust in you like the oj jury\nBut you dissed so feel my fists of fury!\nSure we used to be cool & all that junk\nLittle fat pot belly big titty duck?? punk\nWith junk in yo trunk like pam\nOn martin don't be startin up no shit with kam\nCause i'll fuck you up you just ain't knowin\nKeep your eyes on the road & watch where you going\nYou takin all my shots\nLike the \"w\" you took from me nigga stand for watts\nTryin to say it stand for yo group\nBut like toucan sam kam can always smell a fruit loop.\n2x You can't see these g's in no kinda way\nSo what you wanna do what you tryin to say?\nWas you the only one dissin' or they were too\nCause we can all go head up on pay per view!\nTryin to get ya crew to do ya dirty work\nYou little nerdy jerk take this and watch the birdies chirp\nThis eastside nigga make me bow down\nWhere all the c-hogs & b-dogs chowdown\nNot ot mention the brotherhood\nThat's f.o.y. killas to make it understood\nI shoulda beat yo ass in chicago\nDon't need security guards wherever i go\nAnd if it wasn't for mustafa i really doubt\nAnybody else coulda saved you from gettin' knocked out\nThat's what i'm about niggas gave me the scoop\nSay what you killin' rickets & sloops!\n2x How could i dis thee let me count the ways\nSee i can talk about yo ass for days\nIknow shit about you you don't even know\nAnd if it wasn't for us you wouldn't even be breathin bro\nThat's for sho this ain't no fairy tale shit\n\nBut look at the thanks i get!\nA hit record don't mean a motherfuck to me\nNiggaz gave you a pass reluctantly\nCause you told em you was with us the foy\nAnd the niggas that was with me when i left know why\nI said fuck street knowledge and sat far away\nFuck ice cube and pass chardonnay\nI gave all i could give\nBut niggas know we all work and know we all live\nAnd tryin to fuck me that's the worst mistake you could've made\nY'all cursed til the price is paid.\n2x Solo: what's up nigga you got beef with me nigga?\nCube: naw i ain't got beef with you nigga!\nSolo: you got beef with my homeboy nigga?\nCube: yo homeboy got beef with me!\nSolo: you got beef with me then nigga\nCube: and!","syncedLyrics":"[00:19.62] Goddamn that nigga kam back on the scene\n[00:21.58] With the brown & black on the same team\n[00:24.58] The rap game seem so fucked up\n[00:26.20] If a real nigga ever got in he probably lucked up\n[00:28.80] These niggas sucked up our hood game\n[00:30.76] Got fame & fucked up our good name\n[00:33.14] It's a shame you got rich off of our stress & strife\n[00:36.06] & you ain't never gang banged in ya life!\n[00:37.92] Ya wife the one that really wear the pants in the house\n[00:40.45] So answer this, is you a man or a mouse?\n[00:42.75] Tricky like mickey when it comes to cheese,\n[00:45.18] (yeah) you took a little quickie from the g's\n[00:47.27] But that's cool though you did a?\n[00:49.76] But after every show now the homies ask where that fool go?\n[00:52.67] & soon you'll know what we bothered about\n[00:54.76] When you hear my niggas hollerin' out\n[00:57.22] 2x Where all the eastside niggas at?\n[00:58.61] Whoop whoop!\n[00:59.65] Where all the westside niggas at?\n[01:00.94] Whoop whoop!\n[01:01.98] Where all the northside niggas at?\n[01:03.35] Whoop whoop!\n[01:04.49] Where all the southside niggas at?\n[01:05.92] Whoop whoop whoop!\n[01:16.28] It's that gangsta shit & if you really wanna know\n[01:18.33] I got thangs to spit & if you feel he run the show\n[01:20.98] Then you a busta too what must i do?\n[01:23.35] How many real rap niggas is it? (just a few)\n[01:25.03] I put my trust in you like the oj jury\n[01:27.77] But you dissed so feel my fists of fury!\n[01:30.47] Sure we used to be cool & all that junk\n[01:32.65] Little fat pot belly big titty duck?? punk\n[01:35.16] With junk in yo trunk like pam\n[01:37.06] On martin don't be startin up no shit with kam\n[01:39.75] Cause i'll fuck you up you just ain't knowin\n[01:42.46] Keep your eyes on the road & watch where you going\n[01:44.72] You takin all my shots\n[01:46.89] Like the \"w\" you took from me nigga stand for watts\n[01:49.13] Tryin to say it stand for yo group\n[01:52.05] But like toucan sam kam can always smell a fruit loop.\n[02:14.34] 2x You can't see these g's in no kinda way\n[02:15.98] So what you wanna do what you tryin to say?\n[02:18.33] Was you the only one dissin' or they were too\n[02:20.62] Cause we can all go head up on pay per view!\n[02:23.25] Tryin to get ya crew to do ya dirty work\n[02:25.40] You little nerdy jerk take this and watch the birdies chirp\n[02:28.28] This eastside nigga make me bow down\n[02:30.48] Where all the c-hogs & b-dogs chowdown\n[02:32.82] Not ot mention the brotherhood\n[02:35.03] That's f.o.y. killas to make it understood\n[02:37.93] I shoulda beat yo ass in chicago\n[02:39.81] Don't need security guards wherever i go\n[02:42.19] And if it wasn't for mustafa i really doubt\n[02:44.41] Anybody else coulda saved you from gettin' knocked out\n[02:46.93] That's what i'm about niggas gave me the scoop\n[02:49.17] Say what you killin' rickets & sloops!\n[02:50.85] 2x How could i dis thee let me count the ways\n[03:13.62] See i can talk about yo ass for days\n[03:15.42] Iknow shit about you you don't even know\n[03:17.18] And if it wasn't for us you wouldn't even be breathin bro\n[03:20.39] That's for sho this ain't no fairy tale shit\n[03:22.80] But look at the thanks i get!\n[03:24.83] A hit record don't mean a motherfuck to me\n[03:27.26] Niggaz gave you a pass reluctantly\n[03:28.96] Cause you told em you was with us the foy\n[03:32.19] And the niggas that was with me when i left know why\n[03:34.52] I said fuck street knowledge and sat far away\n[03:36.68] Fuck ice cube and pass chardonnay\n[03:39.28] I gave all i could give\n[03:41.66] But niggas know we all work and know we all live\n[03:44.13] And tryin to fuck me that's the worst mistake you could've made\n[03:47.13] Y'all cursed til the price is paid.\n[04:10.04] 2x Solo: what's up nigga you got beef with me nigga?\n[04:11.67] Cube: naw i ain't got beef with you nigga!\n[04:11.95] Solo: you got beef with my homeboy nigga?\n[04:14.69] Cube: yo homeboy got beef with me!\n[04:16.68] Solo: you got beef with me then nigga\n[04:17.83] Cube: and!\n[04:19.97] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Whoop! 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(just a few)\n[01:25.03] I put my trust in you like the oj jury\n[01:27.77] But you dissed so feel my fists of fury!\n[01:30.47] Sure we used to be cool & all that junk\n[01:32.65] Little fat pot belly big titty duck?? punk\n[01:35.16] With junk in yo trunk like pam\n[01:37.06] On martin don't be startin up no shit with kam\n[01:39.75] Cause i'll fuck you up you just ain't knowin\n[01:42.46] Keep your eyes on the road & watch where you going\n[01:44.72] You takin all my shots\n[01:46.89] Like the \"w\" you took from me nigga stand for watts\n[01:49.13] Tryin to say it stand for yo group\n[01:52.05] But like toucan sam kam can always smell a fruit loop.\n[02:14.34] 2x You can't see these g's in no kinda way\n[02:15.98] So what you wanna do what you tryin to say?\n[02:18.33] Was you the only one dissin' or they were too\n[02:20.62] Cause we can all go head up on pay per view!\n[02:23.25] Tryin to get ya crew to do ya dirty work\n[02:25.40] You little nerdy jerk take this and watch the birdies chirp\n[02:28.28] This eastside nigga make me bow down\n[02:30.48] Where all the c-hogs & b-dogs chowdown\n[02:32.82] Not ot mention the brotherhood\n[02:35.03] That's f.o.y. killas to make it understood\n[02:37.93] I shoulda beat yo ass in chicago\n[02:39.81] Don't need security guards wherever i go\n[02:42.19] And if it wasn't for mustafa i really doubt\n[02:44.41] Anybody else coulda saved you from gettin' knocked out\n[02:46.93] That's what i'm about niggas gave me the scoop\n[02:49.17] Say what you killin' rickets & sloops!\n[02:50.85] 2x How could i dis thee let me count the ways\n[03:13.62] See i can talk about yo ass for days\n[03:15.42] Iknow shit about you you don't even know\n[03:17.18] And if it wasn't for us you wouldn't even be breathin bro\n[03:20.39] That's for sho this ain't no fairy tale shit\n[03:22.80] But look at the thanks i get!\n[03:24.83] A hit record don't mean a motherfuck to me\n[03:27.26] Niggaz gave you a pass reluctantly\n[03:28.96] Cause you told em you was with us the foy\n[03:32.19] And the niggas that was with me when i left know why\n[03:34.52] I said fuck street knowledge and sat far away\n[03:36.68] Fuck ice cube and pass chardonnay\n[03:39.28] I gave all i could give\n[03:41.66] But niggas know we all work and know we all live\n[03:44.13] And tryin to fuck me that's the worst mistake you could've made\n[03:47.13] Y'all cursed til the price is paid.\n[04:10.04] 2x Solo: what's up nigga you got beef with me nigga?\n[04:11.67] Cube: naw i ain't got beef with you nigga!\n[04:11.95] Solo: you got beef with my homeboy nigga?\n[04:14.69] Cube: yo homeboy got beef with me!\n[04:16.68] Solo: you got beef with me then nigga\n[04:17.83] Cube: and!\n[04:19.97] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Whoop! 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251670\n- text: 'Cube: naw i ain''t got beef with you nigga!'\n start_ms: 251670\n end_ms: 251950\n- text: 'Solo: you got beef with my homeboy nigga?'\n start_ms: 251950\n end_ms: 254690\n- text: 'Cube: yo homeboy got beef with me!'\n start_ms: 254690\n end_ms: 256680\n- text: 'Solo: you got beef with me then nigga'\n start_ms: 256680\n end_ms: 257830\n- text: 'Cube: and!'\n start_ms: 257830\n end_ms: 259970\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 259970\nplain: |-\n Goddamn that nigga kam back on the scene\n With the brown & black on the same team\n The rap game seem so fucked up\n If a real nigga ever got in he probably lucked up\n These niggas sucked up our hood game\n Got fame & fucked up our good name\n It's a shame you got rich off of our stress & strife\n & you ain't never gang banged in ya life!\n Ya wife the one that really wear the pants in the house\n So answer this, is you a man or a mouse?\n Tricky like mickey when it comes to cheese,\n (yeah) you took a little quickie from the g's\n But that's cool though you did a?\n But after every show now the homies ask where that fool go?\n & soon you'll know what we bothered about\n When you hear my niggas hollerin' out\n 2x Where all the eastside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop!\n Where all the westside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop!\n Where all the northside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop!\n Where all the southside niggas at?\n Whoop whoop whoop!\n It's that gangsta shit & if you really wanna know\n I got thangs to spit & if you feel he run the show\n Then you a busta too what must i do?\n How many real rap niggas is it? (just a few)\n I put my trust in you like the oj jury\n But you dissed so feel my fists of fury!\n Sure we used to be cool & all that junk\n Little fat pot belly big titty duck?? punk\n With junk in yo trunk like pam\n On martin don't be startin up no shit with kam\n Cause i'll fuck you up you just ain't knowin\n Keep your eyes on the road & watch where you going\n You takin all my shots\n Like the \"w\" you took from me nigga stand for watts\n Tryin to say it stand for yo group\n But like toucan sam kam can always smell a fruit loop.\n 2x You can't see these g's in no kinda way\n So what you wanna do what you tryin to say?\n Was you the only one dissin' or they were too\n Cause we can all go head up on pay per view!\n Tryin to get ya crew to do ya dirty work\n You little nerdy jerk take this and watch the birdies chirp\n This eastside nigga make me bow down\n Where all the c-hogs & b-dogs chowdown\n Not ot mention the brotherhood\n That's f.o.y. killas to make it understood\n I shoulda beat yo ass in chicago\n Don't need security guards wherever i go\n And if it wasn't for mustafa i really doubt\n Anybody else coulda saved you from gettin' knocked out\n That's what i'm about niggas gave me the scoop\n Say what you killin' rickets & sloops!\n 2x How could i dis thee let me count the ways\n See i can talk about yo ass for days\n Iknow shit about you you don't even know\n And if it wasn't for us you wouldn't even be breathin bro\n That's for sho this ain't no fairy tale shit\n\n But look at the thanks i get!\n A hit record don't mean a motherfuck to me\n Niggaz gave you a pass reluctantly\n Cause you told em you was with us the foy\n And the niggas that was with me when i left know why\n I said fuck street knowledge and sat far away\n Fuck ice cube and pass chardonnay\n I gave all i could give\n But niggas know we all work and know we all live\n And tryin to fuck me that's the worst mistake you could've made\n Y'all cursed til the price is paid.\n 2x Solo: what's up nigga you got beef with me nigga?\n Cube: naw i ain't got beef with you nigga!\n Solo: you got beef with my homeboy nigga?\n Cube: yo homeboy got beef with me!\n Solo: you got beef with me then nigga\n Cube: and!\n"},{"id":29577548,"name":"Whoop Whoop - Explicit","trackName":"Whoop Whoop - Explicit","artistName":"DJ Pooh","albumName":"The Mix Tape Volume III - 60 Minutes Of Funk - The Final Chapter","duration":19.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Goddamn that nigga kam back on the scene\nWith the brown & black on the same team\nThe rap game seem so fucked up\nIf a real nigga ever got in he probably lucked up\nThese niggas sucked up our hood game\nGot fame & fucked up our good name\nIt's a shame you got rich off of our stress & strife\n& you ain't never gang banged in ya life!\nYa wife the one that really wear the pants in the house\nSo answer this, is you a man or a mouse?\nTricky like mickey when it comes to cheese,\n(yeah) you took a little quickie from the g's\nBut that's cool though you did a?\nBut after every show now the homies ask where that fool go?\n& soon you'll know what we bothered about\nWhen you hear my niggas hollerin' out\n2x Where all the eastside niggas at?\nWhoop whoop!\nWhere all the westside niggas at?\nWhoop whoop!\nWhere all the northside niggas at?\nWhoop whoop!\nWhere all the southside niggas at?\nWhoop whoop whoop!\nIt's that gangsta shit & if you really wanna know\nI got thangs to spit & if you feel he run the show\nThen you a busta too what must i do?\nHow many real rap niggas is it? 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(just a few)\n I put my trust in you like the oj jury\n But you dissed so feel my fists of fury!\n Sure we used to be cool & all that junk\n Little fat pot belly big titty duck?? punk\n With junk in yo trunk like pam\n On martin don't be startin up no shit with kam\n Cause i'll fuck you up you just ain't knowin\n Keep your eyes on the road & watch where you going\n You takin all my shots\n Like the \"w\" you took from me nigga stand for watts\n Tryin to say it stand for yo group\n But like toucan sam kam can always smell a fruit loop.\n 2x You can't see these g's in no kinda way\n So what you wanna do what you tryin to say?\n Was you the only one dissin' or they were too\n Cause we can all go head up on pay per view!\n Tryin to get ya crew to do ya dirty work\n You little nerdy jerk take this and watch the birdies chirp\n This eastside nigga make me bow down\n Where all the c-hogs & b-dogs chowdown\n Not ot mention the brotherhood\n That's f.o.y. killas to make it understood\n I shoulda beat yo ass in chicago\n Don't need security guards wherever i go\n And if it wasn't for mustafa i really doubt\n Anybody else coulda saved you from gettin' knocked out\n That's what i'm about niggas gave me the scoop\n Say what you killin' rickets & sloops!\n 2x How could i dis thee let me count the ways\n See i can talk about yo ass for days\n Iknow shit about you you don't even know\n And if it wasn't for us you wouldn't even be breathin bro\n That's for sho this ain't no fairy tale shit\n\n But look at the thanks i get!\n A hit record don't mean a motherfuck to me\n Niggaz gave you a pass reluctantly\n Cause you told em you was with us the foy\n And the niggas that was with me when i left know why\n I said fuck street knowledge and sat far away\n Fuck ice cube and pass chardonnay\n I gave all i could give\n But niggas know we all work and know we all live\n And tryin to fuck me that's the worst mistake you could've made\n Y'all cursed til the price is paid.\n 2x Solo: what's up nigga you got beef with me nigga?\n Cube: naw i ain't got beef with you nigga!\n Solo: you got beef with my homeboy nigga?\n Cube: yo homeboy got beef with me!\n Solo: you got beef with me then nigga\n Cube: and!\n"},{"id":13756909,"name":"Whoop! Whoop! (feat. Kam)","trackName":"Whoop! Whoop! (feat. Kam)","artistName":"DJ Pooh","albumName":"Bad Newz Travels Fast","duration":277.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Goddamn that nigga Kam back on the scene,\nWith the brown & black on the same team\nThe rap game seem so fucked up\nIf a real nigga ever got in he probably lucked up\nThese niggas sucked up our hood game\nGot fame & fucked up our good name\nIt's a shame you got rich off of our stress & strife\n& you ain't never gang banged in ya life!\nYa wife the one that really wear the pants in the house,\nSo answer this, is you a man or a mouse?\nTricky like Mickey when it comes to cheese,\n(Yeah) you took a little quickie from the G's\nBut that's cool though you did a?\nBut after every show now the homies ask where that fool go?\n& soon you'll know what we bothered about\nWhen you hear my niggas hollerin' out\n\nWhere all the Eastside niggas at?\nWhoop Whoop!\nWhere all the Westside niggas at?\nWhoop Whoop!\nWhere all the Northside niggas at?\nWhoop Whoop!\nWhere all the Southside niggas at?\nWhoop Whoop Whoop!\n\nIt's that gangsta shit & if you really wanna know\nI got thangs to spit & if you feel he run the show\nThen you a busta too what must I do?\nHow many real rap niggas is it? 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Killas to make it understood\nI shoulda beat yo ass in Chicago\nDon't need security guards wherever I go\nAnd if it wasn't for Mustafa I really doubt\nAnybody else coulda saved you from gettin' knocked out\nThat's what I'm about niggas gave me the scoop\nSay what you killin' Rickets & Sloops!\n\nHow could I dis thee let me count the ways\nSee I can talk about yo ass for days\nIknow shit about you you don't even know\nAnd if it wasn't for us you wouldn't even be breathin bro\nThat's for sho this ain't no fairy tale shit\nBut look at the thanks I get!\nA hit record don't mean a motherfuck to me\nNiggas gave you a pass reluctantly\nCause you told em you was with us the FOY\nAnd the niggas that was with me when I left know why\nI said fuck street knowledge and sat far away\nFuck Ice Cube and pass Chardonnay\nI gave all I could give\nBut niggas know we all work and know we all live\nAnd tryin to fuck me that's the worst mistake you could've made\nY'all cursed til the price is paid.\n\nSolo: What's up nigga you got beef with me nigga?\nCube: Naw I ain't got beef with you nigga!\nSolo: You got beef with my homeboy nigga?\nCube: Yo homeboy got beef with me!\nSolo: You got beef with me then nigga\nCube: And!","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.47] Goddamn that nigga Kam back on the scene,\n[00:21.46] With the brown & black on the same team\n[00:23.92] The rap game seem so fucked up\n[00:25.81] If a real nigga ever got in he probably lucked up\n[00:28.25] These niggas sucked up our hood game\n[00:30.64] Got fame & fucked up our good name\n[00:32.98] It's a shame you got rich off of our stress & strife\n[00:35.85] & you ain't never gang banged in ya life!\n[00:37.79] Ya wife the one that really wear the pants in the house,\n[00:40.32] So answer this, is you a man or a mouse?\n[00:42.58] Tricky like Mickey when it comes to cheese,\n[00:45.13] (Yeah) you took a little quickie from the G's\n[00:47.58] But that's cool though you did a?\n[00:49.35] But after every show now the homies ask where that fool go?\n[00:52.53] & soon you'll know what we bothered about\n[00:55.07] When you hear my niggas hollerin' out\n[00:56.47] Where all the Eastside niggas at?\n[00:58.45] Whoop Whoop!\n[00:59.56] Where all the Westside niggas at?\n[01:00.76] Whoop Whoop!\n[01:01.65] Where all the Northside niggas at?\n[01:03.16] Whoop Whoop!\n[01:04.02] Where all the Southside niggas at?\n[01:05.69] Whoop Whoop Whoop!\n[01:16.03] It's that gangsta shit & if you really wanna know\n[01:18.15] I got thangs to spit & if you feel he run the show\n[01:20.55] Then you a busta too what must I do?\n[01:23.08] How many real rap niggas is it? (Just A few)\n[01:25.23] I put my trust in you like the OJ jury\n[01:27.92] But you dissed so feel my fists of fury!\n[01:30.34] Sure we used to be cool & all that junk\n[01:32.60] Little fat pot belly big titty duck?? punk\n[01:35.08] With junk in yo trunk like Pam\n[01:37.57] On Martin don't be startin up no shit with Kam\n[01:39.82] Cause I'll fuck you up you just ain't knowin\n[01:42.23] Keep your eyes on the road & watch where you going\n[01:44.52] You takin all my shots\n[01:46.11] Like the \"W\" you took from me nigga stand for Watts\n[01:49.49] Tryin to say it stand for yo group\n[01:51.41] But like Toucan Sam Kam can always smell a Fruit Loop.\n[01:54.53] You can't see these G's in no kinda way\n[02:15.17] So what you wanna do what you tryin to say?\n[02:17.55] Was you the only one dissin' or they were too\n[02:19.92] Cause we can all go head up on Pay Per View!\n[02:22.62] Tryin to get ya crew to do ya dirty work\n[02:24.98] You little nerdy jerk take this and watch the birdies chirp\n[02:27.79] This Eastside nigga make me bow down\n[02:30.31] Where all the C-Hogs & B-Dogs chowdown\n[02:32.73] Not ot mention the Brotherhood\n[02:35.06] That's F.O.Y. Killas to make it understood\n[02:36.96] I shoulda beat yo ass in Chicago\n[02:39.50] Don't need security guards wherever I go\n[02:41.63] And if it wasn't for Mustafa I really doubt\n[02:43.28] Anybody else coulda saved you from gettin' knocked out\n[02:46.58] That's what I'm about niggas gave me the scoop\n[02:48.96] Say what you killin' Rickets & Sloops!\n[02:50.83] How could I dis thee let me count the ways\n[03:13.23] See I can talk about yo ass for days\n[03:14.94] Iknow shit about you you don't even know\n[03:17.27] And if it wasn't for us you wouldn't even be breathin bro\n[03:20.15] That's for sho this ain't no fairy tale shit\n[03:23.09] But look at the thanks I get!\n[03:24.68] A hit record don't mean a motherfuck to me\n[03:27.03] Niggas gave you a pass reluctantly\n[03:29.26] Cause you told em you was with us the FOY\n[03:31.70] And the niggas that was with me when I left know why\n[03:34.17] I said fuck street knowledge and sat far away\n[03:36.88] Fuck Ice Cube and pass Chardonnay\n[03:39.21] I gave all I could give\n[03:41.47] But niggas know we all work and know we all live\n[03:43.80] And tryin to fuck me that's the worst mistake you could've made\n[03:46.85] Y'all cursed til the price is paid.\n[04:09.54] Solo: What's up nigga you got beef with me nigga?\n[04:10.95] Cube: Naw I ain't got beef with you nigga!\n[04:12.37] Solo: You got beef with my homeboy nigga?\n[04:14.07] Cube: Yo homeboy got beef with me!\n[04:15.44] Solo: You got beef with me then nigga\n[04:17.07] Cube: And!\n[04:17.87] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Whoop! 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(Just A few)\n start_ms: 83080\n end_ms: 85230\n- text: I put my trust in you like the OJ jury\n start_ms: 85230\n end_ms: 87920\n- text: But you dissed so feel my fists of fury!\n start_ms: 87920\n end_ms: 90340\n- text: Sure we used to be cool & all that junk\n start_ms: 90340\n end_ms: 92600\n- text: Little fat pot belly big titty duck?? punk\n start_ms: 92600\n end_ms: 95080\n- text: With junk in yo trunk like Pam\n start_ms: 95080\n end_ms: 97570\n- text: On Martin don't be startin up no shit with Kam\n start_ms: 97570\n end_ms: 99820\n- text: Cause I'll fuck you up you just ain't knowin\n start_ms: 99820\n end_ms: 102230\n- text: Keep your eyes on the road & watch where you going\n start_ms: 102230\n end_ms: 104520\n- text: You takin all my shots\n start_ms: 104520\n end_ms: 106110\n- text: Like the \"W\" you took from me nigga stand for Watts\n start_ms: 106110\n end_ms: 109490\n- text: Tryin to say it stand for yo group\n start_ms: 109490\n end_ms: 111410\n- text: But like Toucan Sam Kam can always smell a Fruit Loop.\n start_ms: 111410\n end_ms: 114530\n- text: You can't see these G's in no kinda way\n start_ms: 114530\n end_ms: 135170\n- text: So what you wanna do what you tryin to say?\n start_ms: 135170\n end_ms: 137550\n- text: Was you the only one dissin' or they were too\n start_ms: 137550\n end_ms: 139920\n- text: Cause we can all go head up on Pay Per View!\n start_ms: 139920\n end_ms: 142620\n- text: Tryin to get ya crew to do ya dirty work\n start_ms: 142620\n end_ms: 144980\n- text: You little nerdy jerk take this and watch the birdies chirp\n start_ms: 144980\n end_ms: 147790\n- text: This Eastside nigga make me bow down\n start_ms: 147790\n end_ms: 150310\n- text: Where all the C-Hogs & B-Dogs chowdown\n start_ms: 150310\n end_ms: 152730\n- text: Not ot mention the Brotherhood\n start_ms: 152730\n end_ms: 155060\n- text: That's F.O.Y. Killas to make it understood\n start_ms: 155060\n end_ms: 156960\n- text: I shoulda beat yo ass in Chicago\n start_ms: 156960\n end_ms: 159500\n- text: Don't need security guards wherever I go\n start_ms: 159500\n end_ms: 161630\n- text: And if it wasn't for Mustafa I really doubt\n start_ms: 161630\n end_ms: 163280\n- text: Anybody else coulda saved you from gettin' knocked out\n start_ms: 163280\n end_ms: 166580\n- text: That's what I'm about niggas gave me the scoop\n start_ms: 166580\n end_ms: 168960\n- text: Say what you killin' Rickets & Sloops!\n start_ms: 168960\n end_ms: 170830\n- text: How could I dis thee let me count the ways\n start_ms: 170830\n end_ms: 193230\n- text: See I can talk about yo ass for days\n start_ms: 193230\n end_ms: 194940\n- text: Iknow shit about you you don't even know\n start_ms: 194940\n end_ms: 197270\n- text: And if it wasn't for us you wouldn't even be breathin bro\n start_ms: 197270\n end_ms: 200150\n- text: That's for sho this ain't no fairy tale shit\n start_ms: 200150\n end_ms: 203090\n- text: But look at the thanks I get!\n start_ms: 203090\n end_ms: 204680\n- text: A hit record don't mean a motherfuck to me\n start_ms: 204680\n end_ms: 207030\n- text: Niggas gave you a pass reluctantly\n start_ms: 207030\n end_ms: 209260\n- text: Cause you told em you was with us the FOY\n start_ms: 209260\n end_ms: 211700\n- text: And the niggas that was with me when I left know why\n start_ms: 211700\n end_ms: 214170\n- text: I said fuck street knowledge and sat far away\n start_ms: 214170\n end_ms: 216880\n- text: Fuck Ice Cube and pass Chardonnay\n start_ms: 216880\n end_ms: 219210\n- text: I gave all I could give\n start_ms: 219210\n end_ms: 221470\n- text: But niggas know we all work and know we all live\n start_ms: 221470\n end_ms: 223800\n- text: And tryin to fuck me that's the worst mistake you could've made\n start_ms: 223800\n end_ms: 226850\n- text: Y'all cursed til the price is paid.\n start_ms: 226850\n end_ms: 249540\n- text: 'Solo: What''s up nigga you got beef with me nigga?'\n start_ms: 249540\n end_ms: 250950\n- text: 'Cube: Naw I ain''t got beef with you nigga!'\n start_ms: 250950\n end_ms: 252370\n- text: 'Solo: You got beef with my homeboy nigga?'\n start_ms: 252370\n end_ms: 254070\n- text: 'Cube: Yo homeboy got beef with me!'\n start_ms: 254070\n end_ms: 255440\n- text: 'Solo: You got beef with me then nigga'\n start_ms: 255440\n end_ms: 257070\n- text: 'Cube: And!'\n start_ms: 257070\n end_ms: 257870\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 257870\nplain: |-\n Goddamn that nigga Kam back on the scene,\n With the brown & black on the same team\n The rap game seem so fucked up\n If a real nigga ever got in he probably lucked up\n These niggas sucked up our hood game\n Got fame & fucked up our good name\n It's a shame you got rich off of our stress & strife\n & you ain't never gang banged in ya life!\n Ya wife the one that really wear the pants in the house,\n So answer this, is you a man or a mouse?\n Tricky like Mickey when it comes to cheese,\n (Yeah) you took a little quickie from the G's\n But that's cool though you did a?\n But after every show now the homies ask where that fool go?\n & soon you'll know what we bothered about\n When you hear my niggas hollerin' out\n\n Where all the Eastside niggas at?\n Whoop Whoop!\n Where all the Westside niggas at?\n Whoop Whoop!\n Where all the Northside niggas at?\n Whoop Whoop!\n Where all the Southside niggas at?\n Whoop Whoop Whoop!\n\n It's that gangsta shit & if you really wanna know\n I got thangs to spit & if you feel he run the show\n Then you a busta too what must I do?\n How many real rap niggas is it? (Just A few)\n I put my trust in you like the OJ jury\n But you dissed so feel my fists of fury!\n Sure we used to be cool & all that junk\n Little fat pot belly big titty duck?? punk\n With junk in yo trunk like Pam\n On Martin don't be startin up no shit with Kam\n Cause I'll fuck you up you just ain't knowin\n Keep your eyes on the road & watch where you going\n You takin all my shots\n Like the \"W\" you took from me nigga stand for Watts\n Tryin to say it stand for yo group\n But like Toucan Sam Kam can always smell a Fruit Loop.\n\n You can't see these G's in no kinda way\n So what you wanna do what you tryin to say?\n Was you the only one dissin' or they were too\n Cause we can all go head up on Pay Per View!\n Tryin to get ya crew to do ya dirty work\n You little nerdy jerk take this and watch the birdies chirp\n This Eastside nigga make me bow down\n Where all the C-Hogs & B-Dogs chowdown\n Not ot mention the Brotherhood\n That's F.O.Y. Killas to make it understood\n I shoulda beat yo ass in Chicago\n Don't need security guards wherever I go\n And if it wasn't for Mustafa I really doubt\n Anybody else coulda saved you from gettin' knocked out\n That's what I'm about niggas gave me the scoop\n Say what you killin' Rickets & Sloops!\n\n How could I dis thee let me count the ways\n See I can talk about yo ass for days\n Iknow shit about you you don't even know\n And if it wasn't for us you wouldn't even be breathin bro\n That's for sho this ain't no fairy tale shit\n But look at the thanks I get!\n A hit record don't mean a motherfuck to me\n Niggas gave you a pass reluctantly\n Cause you told em you was with us the FOY\n And the niggas that was with me when I left know why\n I said fuck street knowledge and sat far away\n Fuck Ice Cube and pass Chardonnay\n I gave all I could give\n But niggas know we all work and know we all live\n And tryin to fuck me that's the worst mistake you could've made\n Y'all cursed til the price is paid.\n\n Solo: What's up nigga you got beef with me nigga?\n Cube: Naw I ain't got beef with you nigga!\n Solo: You got beef with my homeboy nigga?\n Cube: Yo homeboy got beef with me!\n Solo: You got beef with me then nigga\n Cube: And!\n"},{"id":39853793,"name":"Whoop! Whoop! (feat. Kam)","trackName":"Whoop! Whoop! (feat. Kam)","artistName":"DJ Pooh","albumName":"West Coast Hits","duration":277.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Goddamn that nigga Kam back on the scene,\nWith the brown & black on the same team\nThe rap game seem so fucked up\nIf a real nigga ever got in he probably lucked up\nThese niggas sucked up our hood game\nGot fame & fucked up our good name\nIt's a shame you got rich off of our stress & strife\n& you ain't never gang banged in ya life!\nYa wife the one that really wear the pants in the house,\nSo answer this, is you a man or a mouse?\nTricky like Mickey when it comes to cheese,\n(Yeah) you took a little quickie from the G's\nBut that's cool though you did a?\nBut after every show now the homies ask where that fool go?\n& soon you'll know what we bothered about\nWhen you hear my niggas hollerin' out\n\nWhere all the Eastside niggas at?\nWhoop Whoop!\nWhere all the Westside niggas at?\nWhoop Whoop!\nWhere all the Northside niggas at?\nWhoop Whoop!\nWhere all the Southside niggas at?\nWhoop Whoop Whoop!\n\nIt's that gangsta shit & if you really wanna know\nI got thangs to spit & if you feel he run the show\nThen you a busta too what must I do?\nHow many real rap niggas is it? (Just A few)\nI put my trust in you like the OJ jury\nBut you dissed so feel my fists of fury!\nSure we used to be cool & all that junk\nLittle fat pot belly big titty duck?? punk\nWith junk in yo trunk like Pam\nOn Martin don't be startin up no shit with Kam\nCause I'll fuck you up you just ain't knowin\nKeep your eyes on the road & watch where you going\nYou takin all my shots\nLike the \"W\" you took from me nigga stand for Watts\nTryin to say it stand for yo group\nBut like Toucan Sam Kam can always smell a Fruit Loop.\n\nYou can't see these G's in no kinda way\nSo what you wanna do what you tryin to say?\nWas you the only one dissin' or they were too\nCause we can all go head up on Pay Per View!\nTryin to get ya crew to do ya dirty work\nYou little nerdy jerk take this and watch the birdies chirp\nThis Eastside nigga make me bow down\nWhere all the C-Hogs & B-Dogs chowdown\nNot ot mention the Brotherhood\nThat's F.O.Y. Killas to make it understood\nI shoulda beat yo ass in Chicago\nDon't need security guards wherever I go\nAnd if it wasn't for Mustafa I really doubt\nAnybody else coulda saved you from gettin' knocked out\nThat's what I'm about niggas gave me the scoop\nSay what you killin' Rickets & Sloops!\n\nHow could I dis thee let me count the ways\nSee I can talk about yo ass for days\nIknow shit about you you don't even know\nAnd if it wasn't for us you wouldn't even be breathin bro\nThat's for sho this ain't no fairy tale shit\nBut look at the thanks I get!\nA hit record don't mean a motherfuck to me\nNiggas gave you a pass reluctantly\nCause you told em you was with us the FOY\nAnd the niggas that was with me when I left know why\nI said fuck street knowledge and sat far away\nFuck Ice Cube and pass Chardonnay\nI gave all I could give\nBut niggas know we all work and know we all live\nAnd tryin to fuck me that's the worst mistake you could've made\nY'all cursed til the price is paid.\n\nSolo: What's up nigga you got beef with me nigga?\nCube: Naw I ain't got beef with you nigga!\nSolo: You got beef with my homeboy nigga?\nCube: Yo homeboy got beef with me!\nSolo: You got beef with me then nigga\nCube: And!","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.47]Goddamn that nigga Kam back on the scene,\n[00:21.46]With the brown & black on the same team\n[00:23.92]The rap game seem so fucked up\n[00:25.81]If a real nigga ever got in he probably lucked up\n[00:28.25]These niggas sucked up our hood game\n[00:30.64]Got fame & fucked up our good name\n[00:32.98]It's a shame you got rich off of our stress & strife\n[00:35.85]& you ain't never gang banged in ya life!\n[00:37.79]Ya wife the one that really wear the pants in the house,\n[00:40.32]So answer this, is you a man or a mouse?\n[00:42.58]Tricky like Mickey when it comes to cheese,\n[00:45.13](Yeah) you took a little quickie from the G's\n[00:47.58]But that's cool though you did a?\n[00:49.35]But after every show now the homies ask where that fool go?\n[00:52.53]& soon you'll know what we bothered about\n[00:55.07]When you hear my niggas hollerin' out\n[00:56.47]Where all the Eastside niggas at?\n[00:58.45]Whoop Whoop!\n[00:59.56]Where all the Westside niggas at?\n[01:00.76]Whoop Whoop!\n[01:01.65]Where all the Northside niggas at?\n[01:03.16]Whoop Whoop!\n[01:04.02]Where all the Southside niggas at?\n[01:05.69]Whoop Whoop Whoop!\n[01:16.03]It's that gangsta shit & if you really wanna know\n[01:18.15]I got thangs to spit & if you feel he run the show\n[01:20.55]Then you a busta too what must I do?\n[01:23.08]How many real rap niggas is it? (Just A few)\n[01:25.23]I put my trust in you like the OJ jury\n[01:27.92]But you dissed so feel my fists of fury!\n[01:30.34]Sure we used to be cool & all that junk\n[01:32.60]Little fat pot belly big titty duck?? punk\n[01:35.08]With junk in yo trunk like Pam\n[01:37.57]On Martin don't be startin up no shit with Kam\n[01:39.82]Cause I'll fuck you up you just ain't knowin\n[01:42.23]Keep your eyes on the road & watch where you going\n[01:44.52]You takin all my shots\n[01:46.11]Like the \"W\" you took from me nigga stand for Watts\n[01:49.49]Tryin to say it stand for yo group\n[01:51.41]But like Toucan Sam Kam can always smell a Fruit Loop.\n[01:54.53]You can't see these G's in no kinda way\n[02:15.17]So what you wanna do what you tryin to say?\n[02:17.55]Was you the only one dissin' or they were too\n[02:19.92]Cause we can all go head up on Pay Per View!\n[02:22.62]Tryin to get ya crew to do ya dirty work\n[02:24.98]You little nerdy jerk take this and watch the birdies chirp\n[02:27.79]This Eastside nigga make me bow down\n[02:30.31]Where all the C-Hogs & B-Dogs chowdown\n[02:32.73]Not ot mention the Brotherhood\n[02:35.06]That's F.O.Y. Killas to make it understood\n[02:36.96]I shoulda beat yo ass in Chicago\n[02:39.50]Don't need security guards wherever I go\n[02:41.63]And if it wasn't for Mustafa I really doubt\n[02:43.28]Anybody else coulda saved you from gettin' knocked out\n[02:46.58]That's what I'm about niggas gave me the scoop\n[02:48.96]Say what you killin' Rickets & Sloops!\n[02:50.83]How could I dis thee let me count the ways\n[03:13.23]See I can talk about yo ass for days\n[03:14.94]Iknow shit about you you don't even know\n[03:17.27]And if it wasn't for us you wouldn't even be breathin bro\n[03:20.15]That's for sho this ain't no fairy tale shit\n[03:23.09]But look at the thanks I get!\n[03:24.68]A hit record don't mean a motherfuck to me\n[03:27.03]Niggas gave you a pass reluctantly\n[03:29.26]Cause you told em you was with us the FOY\n[03:31.70]And the niggas that was with me when I left know why\n[03:34.17]I said fuck street knowledge and sat far away\n[03:36.88]Fuck Ice Cube and pass Chardonnay\n[03:39.21]I gave all I could give\n[03:41.47]But niggas know we all work and know we all live\n[03:43.80]And tryin to fuck me that's the worst mistake you could've made\n[03:46.85]Y'all cursed til the price is paid.\n[04:09.54]Solo: What's up nigga you got beef with me nigga?\n[04:10.95]Cube: Naw I ain't got beef with you nigga!\n[04:12.37]Solo: You got beef with my homeboy nigga?\n[04:14.07]Cube: Yo homeboy got beef with me!\n[04:15.44]Solo: You got beef with me then nigga\n[04:17.07]Cube: And!\n[04:17.87]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Whoop! Whoop! (feat. Kam)\n artist: DJ Pooh\n album: West Coast Hits\n duration_ms: 276960\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Goddamn that nigga Kam back on the scene,\n start_ms: 2470\n end_ms: 21460\n- text: With the brown & black on the same team\n start_ms: 21460\n end_ms: 23920\n- text: The rap game seem so fucked up\n start_ms: 23920\n end_ms: 25810\n- text: If a real nigga ever got in he probably lucked up\n start_ms: 25810\n end_ms: 28250\n- text: These niggas sucked up our hood game\n start_ms: 28250\n end_ms: 30640\n- text: Got fame & fucked up our good name\n start_ms: 30640\n end_ms: 32980\n- text: It's a shame you got rich off of our stress & strife\n start_ms: 32980\n end_ms: 35850\n- text: '& you ain''t never gang banged in ya life!'\n start_ms: 35850\n end_ms: 37790\n- text: Ya wife the one that really wear the pants in the house,\n start_ms: 37790\n end_ms: 40320\n- text: So answer this, is you a man or a mouse?\n start_ms: 40320\n end_ms: 42580\n- text: Tricky like Mickey when it comes to cheese,\n start_ms: 42580\n end_ms: 45130\n- text: (Yeah) you took a little quickie from the G's\n start_ms: 45130\n end_ms: 47580\n- text: But that's cool though you did a?\n start_ms: 47580\n end_ms: 49350\n- text: But after every show now the homies ask where that fool go?\n start_ms: 49350\n end_ms: 52530\n- text: '& soon you''ll know what we bothered about'\n start_ms: 52530\n end_ms: 55070\n- text: When you hear my niggas hollerin' out\n start_ms: 55070\n end_ms: 56470\n- text: Where all the Eastside niggas at?\n start_ms: 56470\n end_ms: 58450\n- text: Whoop Whoop!\n start_ms: 58450\n end_ms: 59560\n- text: Where all the Westside niggas at?\n start_ms: 59560\n end_ms: 60760\n- text: Whoop Whoop!\n start_ms: 60760\n end_ms: 61650\n- text: Where all the Northside niggas at?\n start_ms: 61650\n end_ms: 63160\n- text: Whoop Whoop!\n start_ms: 63160\n end_ms: 64020\n- text: Where all the Southside niggas at?\n start_ms: 64020\n end_ms: 65690\n- text: Whoop Whoop Whoop!\n start_ms: 65690\n end_ms: 76030\n- text: It's that gangsta shit & if you really wanna know\n start_ms: 76030\n end_ms: 78150\n- text: I got thangs to spit & if you feel he run the show\n start_ms: 78150\n end_ms: 80550\n- text: Then you a busta too what must I do?\n start_ms: 80550\n end_ms: 83080\n- text: How many real rap niggas is it? (Just A few)\n start_ms: 83080\n end_ms: 85230\n- text: I put my trust in you like the OJ jury\n start_ms: 85230\n end_ms: 87920\n- text: But you dissed so feel my fists of fury!\n start_ms: 87920\n end_ms: 90340\n- text: Sure we used to be cool & all that junk\n start_ms: 90340\n end_ms: 92600\n- text: Little fat pot belly big titty duck?? punk\n start_ms: 92600\n end_ms: 95080\n- text: With junk in yo trunk like Pam\n start_ms: 95080\n end_ms: 97570\n- text: On Martin don't be startin up no shit with Kam\n start_ms: 97570\n end_ms: 99820\n- text: Cause I'll fuck you up you just ain't knowin\n start_ms: 99820\n end_ms: 102230\n- text: Keep your eyes on the road & watch where you going\n start_ms: 102230\n end_ms: 104520\n- text: You takin all my shots\n start_ms: 104520\n end_ms: 106110\n- text: Like the \"W\" you took from me nigga stand for Watts\n start_ms: 106110\n end_ms: 109490\n- text: Tryin to say it stand for yo group\n start_ms: 109490\n end_ms: 111410\n- text: But like Toucan Sam Kam can always smell a Fruit Loop.\n start_ms: 111410\n end_ms: 114530\n- text: You can't see these G's in no kinda way\n start_ms: 114530\n end_ms: 135170\n- text: So what you wanna do what you tryin to say?\n start_ms: 135170\n end_ms: 137550\n- text: Was you the only one dissin' or they were too\n start_ms: 137550\n end_ms: 139920\n- text: Cause we can all go head up on Pay Per View!\n start_ms: 139920\n end_ms: 142620\n- text: Tryin to get ya crew to do ya dirty work\n start_ms: 142620\n end_ms: 144980\n- text: You little nerdy jerk take this and watch the birdies chirp\n start_ms: 144980\n end_ms: 147790\n- text: This Eastside nigga make me bow down\n start_ms: 147790\n end_ms: 150310\n- text: Where all the C-Hogs & B-Dogs chowdown\n start_ms: 150310\n end_ms: 152730\n- text: Not ot mention the Brotherhood\n start_ms: 152730\n end_ms: 155060\n- text: That's F.O.Y. Killas to make it understood\n start_ms: 155060\n end_ms: 156960\n- text: I shoulda beat yo ass in Chicago\n start_ms: 156960\n end_ms: 159500\n- text: Don't need security guards wherever I go\n start_ms: 159500\n end_ms: 161630\n- text: And if it wasn't for Mustafa I really doubt\n start_ms: 161630\n end_ms: 163280\n- text: Anybody else coulda saved you from gettin' knocked out\n start_ms: 163280\n end_ms: 166580\n- text: That's what I'm about niggas gave me the scoop\n start_ms: 166580\n end_ms: 168960\n- text: Say what you killin' Rickets & Sloops!\n start_ms: 168960\n end_ms: 170830\n- text: How could I dis thee let me count the ways\n start_ms: 170830\n end_ms: 193230\n- text: See I can talk about yo ass for days\n start_ms: 193230\n end_ms: 194940\n- text: Iknow shit about you you don't even know\n start_ms: 194940\n end_ms: 197270\n- text: And if it wasn't for us you wouldn't even be breathin bro\n start_ms: 197270\n end_ms: 200150\n- text: That's for sho this ain't no fairy tale shit\n start_ms: 200150\n end_ms: 203090\n- text: But look at the thanks I get!\n start_ms: 203090\n end_ms: 204680\n- text: A hit record don't mean a motherfuck to me\n start_ms: 204680\n end_ms: 207030\n- text: Niggas gave you a pass reluctantly\n start_ms: 207030\n end_ms: 209260\n- text: Cause you told em you was with us the FOY\n start_ms: 209260\n end_ms: 211700\n- text: And the niggas that was with me when I left know why\n start_ms: 211700\n end_ms: 214170\n- text: I said fuck street knowledge and sat far away\n start_ms: 214170\n end_ms: 216880\n- text: Fuck Ice Cube and pass Chardonnay\n start_ms: 216880\n end_ms: 219210\n- text: I gave all I could give\n start_ms: 219210\n end_ms: 221470\n- text: But niggas know we all work and know we all live\n start_ms: 221470\n end_ms: 223800\n- text: And tryin to fuck me that's the worst mistake you could've made\n start_ms: 223800\n end_ms: 226850\n- text: Y'all cursed til the price is paid.\n start_ms: 226850\n end_ms: 249540\n- text: 'Solo: What''s up nigga you got beef with me nigga?'\n start_ms: 249540\n end_ms: 250950\n- text: 'Cube: Naw I ain''t got beef with you nigga!'\n start_ms: 250950\n end_ms: 252370\n- text: 'Solo: You got beef with my homeboy nigga?'\n start_ms: 252370\n end_ms: 254070\n- text: 'Cube: Yo homeboy got beef with me!'\n start_ms: 254070\n end_ms: 255440\n- text: 'Solo: You got beef with me then nigga'\n start_ms: 255440\n end_ms: 257070\n- text: 'Cube: And!'\n start_ms: 257070\n end_ms: 257870\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 257870\nplain: |-\n Goddamn that nigga Kam back on the scene,\n With the brown & black on the same team\n The rap game seem so fucked up\n If a real nigga ever got in he probably lucked up\n These niggas sucked up our hood game\n Got fame & fucked up our good name\n It's a shame you got rich off of our stress & strife\n & you ain't never gang banged in ya life!\n Ya wife the one that really wear the pants in the house,\n So answer this, is you a man or a mouse?\n Tricky like Mickey when it comes to cheese,\n (Yeah) you took a little quickie from the G's\n But that's cool though you did a?\n But after every show now the homies ask where that fool go?\n & soon you'll know what we bothered about\n When you hear my niggas hollerin' out\n\n Where all the Eastside niggas at?\n Whoop Whoop!\n Where all the Westside niggas at?\n Whoop Whoop!\n Where all the Northside niggas at?\n Whoop Whoop!\n Where all the Southside niggas at?\n Whoop Whoop Whoop!\n\n It's that gangsta shit & if you really wanna know\n I got thangs to spit & if you feel he run the show\n Then you a busta too what must I do?\n How many real rap niggas is it? (Just A few)\n I put my trust in you like the OJ jury\n But you dissed so feel my fists of fury!\n Sure we used to be cool & all that junk\n Little fat pot belly big titty duck?? punk\n With junk in yo trunk like Pam\n On Martin don't be startin up no shit with Kam\n Cause I'll fuck you up you just ain't knowin\n Keep your eyes on the road & watch where you going\n You takin all my shots\n Like the \"W\" you took from me nigga stand for Watts\n Tryin to say it stand for yo group\n But like Toucan Sam Kam can always smell a Fruit Loop.\n\n You can't see these G's in no kinda way\n So what you wanna do what you tryin to say?\n Was you the only one dissin' or they were too\n Cause we can all go head up on Pay Per View!\n Tryin to get ya crew to do ya dirty work\n You little nerdy jerk take this and watch the birdies chirp\n This Eastside nigga make me bow down\n Where all the C-Hogs & B-Dogs chowdown\n Not ot mention the Brotherhood\n That's F.O.Y. Killas to make it understood\n I shoulda beat yo ass in Chicago\n Don't need security guards wherever I go\n And if it wasn't for Mustafa I really doubt\n Anybody else coulda saved you from gettin' knocked out\n That's what I'm about niggas gave me the scoop\n Say what you killin' Rickets & Sloops!\n\n How could I dis thee let me count the ways\n See I can talk about yo ass for days\n Iknow shit about you you don't even know\n And if it wasn't for us you wouldn't even be breathin bro\n That's for sho this ain't no fairy tale shit\n But look at the thanks I get!\n A hit record don't mean a motherfuck to me\n Niggas gave you a pass reluctantly\n Cause you told em you was with us the FOY\n And the niggas that was with me when I left know why\n I said fuck street knowledge and sat far away\n Fuck Ice Cube and pass Chardonnay\n I gave all I could give\n But niggas know we all work and know we all live\n And tryin to fuck me that's the worst mistake you could've made\n Y'all cursed til the price is paid.\n\n Solo: What's up nigga you got beef with me nigga?\n Cube: Naw I ain't got beef with you nigga!\n Solo: You got beef with my homeboy nigga?\n Cube: Yo homeboy got beef with me!\n Solo: You got beef with me then nigga\n Cube: And!\n"}]