[{"id":27307950,"name":"Fandango","trackName":"Fandango","artistName":"DJ Quik","albumName":"Fandango","duration":221.83185,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You might find me in the Century Club\nFresh kicks, fresh cut, pocket full of dubs\nBox of Altoids for my paranoid niggas actin' foul\nStop smokin' if you can't be proud\nAdult star night, not another bar fight\nInglewood players actin' right in the spotlight\nMe I'm righter than invisible set\nI'm visibly wet, slurrin' and I'm lookin' for my pet\nI pass to the massa with her whip on her, ask her\nIf she sippin' wit'cha bird, if she not we move past her\nAnd I ain't hatin' I'm just diggin' ya ass girl\nIs that the collagen shot, is that what'cha momma got?\nI'm so rugged, bullet wound in back\nOf the axe handle blunt force trauma kinda tuggin'\nAnd I ain't never been what the cat drug on\nB-Real Quik's to keep ya mean muggin'\nCalifornia clownin', bounce to sundown\nIn the moonlight groovin', trippin' off the saloon fight\nWe Fandango, the next day hangover\nGot me feelin' like I hit a train with my Range Rover\n\nFeel free to lose your mind, let'cha brain go\nFuck the tango do the Fandango\nTriple step, right left, then you let'cha dame go\nSpin around 'til you get a hangover\nTake your doo rag off, let your brain grow\nFuck the tango do the Fandango\nTriple step, right left, then you let'cha man go\nSpin around 'til you get a hangover\n\nWatch me climb out the whip with the bird on my hip\nShe wanna set it off in the club, don't trip\nWe crack a bottle and all my fam take a sip\nAny haters wanna pop at the lip, we come equipped\nWe get the paper and the savor the flavor\nBut never forget about the haters who constantly imitate us\nHomey we creators and players and rhyme sayers\nFor layers of words, let me say it in terms that you can understand\nSo clearly, you feelin' me fam?\nShe's on the floor cause of my homey Quik man\nAnd she hits the mall but you don't really understand\nYeah I seen it before but now it's gettin' out of hand\nMami's diggin' for more, and she's posin' for the cam\nLittle beef got the dance floor slammed\nNo tango, straight Fandango\nBirds flock to us like heads to Kangols, c'mon\n\nFeel free to lose your mind, let'cha brain go\nFuck the tango do the Fandango\nTriple step, right left, then you let'cha dame go\nSpin around 'til you get a hangover\nTake your doo rag off, let your brain grow\nFuck the tango do the Fandango\nTriple step, right left, then you let'cha man go\nSpin around 'til you get a hangover\n\nI'm a master in disguise, movin' swiftly to the thighs\nMove faster than me, then I recognize\nThat I ain't really got nothin' to hide\nBut the bratwurst skinny girl second, fat girls first\nAnd Compton is still on my mind\nI remember when we used to get scared when they got behind us\nOne-time sayin' they been tryin' to find us\nBut they got the wrong niggas, never mind us\nMy tongue tumbles like I'm bumblebee stung\nRip out the stinger, you keep talkin' shit I whip out the ringer\nHow many times does it have to end\nRight before 12: 00 A.M., why you packin' a Slim Jim?\nI gets down on the mic like I rode down on a bike\nRoad rash, skin peelin' tonight\nThe club ain't never crackin' 'til the haters be gone\nWe need to build the eliminator hater light, and put it on 'em\n\nFeel free to lose your mind, let'cha brain go\nFuck the tango do the Fandango\nTriple step, right left, then you let'cha dame go\nSpin around 'til you get a hangover\nTake your doo rag off, let your brain grow\nFuck the tango do the Fandango\nTriple step, right left, then you let'cha man go\nSpin around 'til you get a hangover","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.68] You might find me in the Century Club\n[00:12.61] Fresh kicks, fresh cut, pocket full of dubs\n[00:15.06] Box of Altoids for my paranoid niggas actin' foul\n[00:18.15] Stop smokin' if you can't be proud\n[00:19.97] Adult star night, not another bar fight\n[00:22.42] Inglewood players actin' right in 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go\n[01:06.30] Spin around 'til you get a hangover\n[01:09.18] Take your doo rag off, let your brain grow\n[01:11.50] Fuck the tango do the Fandango\n[01:13.69] Triple step, right left, then you let'cha man go\n[01:15.87] Spin around 'til you get a hangover\n[01:18.74] Watch me climb out the whip with the bird on my hip\n[01:21.10] She wanna set it off in the club, don't trip\n[01:23.79] We crack a bottle and all my fam take a sip\n[01:26.33] Any haters wanna pop at the lip, we come equipped\n[01:28.70] We get the paper and the savor the flavor\n[01:30.86] But never forget about the haters who constantly imitate us\n[01:33.49] Homey we creators and players and rhyme sayers\n[01:35.77] For layers of words, let me say it in terms that you can understand\n[01:38.99] So clearly, you feelin' me fam?\n[01:40.94] She's on the floor cause of my homey Quik man\n[01:43.10] And she hits the mall but you don't really understand\n[01:45.61] Yeah I seen it before but now it's gettin' out of 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us\n[02:32.25] One-time sayin' they been tryin' to find us\n[02:35.24] But they got the wrong niggas, never mind us\n[02:37.75] My tongue tumbles like I'm bumblebee stung\n[02:40.45] Rip out the stinger, you keep talkin' shit I whip out the ringer\n[02:42.19] How many times does it have to end\n[02:44.04] Right before 12: 00 A.M., why you packin' a Slim Jim?\n[02:47.21] I gets down on the mic like I rode down on a bike\n[02:50.07] Road rash, skin peelin' tonight\n[02:52.12] The club ain't never crackin' 'til the haters be gone\n[02:54.82] We need to build the eliminator hater light, and put it on 'em\n[02:57.94] Feel free to lose your mind, let'cha brain go\n[02:59.96] Fuck the tango do the Fandango\n[03:01.77] Triple step, right left, then you let'cha dame go\n[03:04.19] Spin around 'til you get a hangover\n[03:06.58] Take your doo rag off, let your brain grow\n[03:08.72] Fuck the tango do the Fandango\n[03:11.32] Triple step, right left, then you let'cha man go\n[03:14.59] Spin 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But they got the wrong niggas, never mind us\n  My tongue tumbles like I'm bumblebee stung\n  Rip out the stinger, you keep talkin' shit I whip out the ringer\n  How many times does it have to end\n  Right before 12: 00 A.M., why you packin' a Slim Jim?\n  I gets down on the mic like I rode down on a bike\n  Road rash, skin peelin' tonight\n  The club ain't never crackin' 'til the haters be gone\n  We need to build the eliminator hater light, and put it on 'em\n\n  Feel free to lose your mind, let'cha brain go\n  Fuck the tango do the Fandango\n  Triple step, right left, then you let'cha dame go\n  Spin around 'til you get a hangover\n  Take your doo rag off, let your brain grow\n  Fuck the tango do the Fandango\n  Triple step, right left, then you let'cha man go\n  Spin around 'til you get a hangover\n"},{"id":6273331,"name":"Fandango","trackName":"Fandango","artistName":"DJ Quik","albumName":"Trauma","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":true,"plainLyrics":"You might 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Fandango\nTriple step, right left, then you let'cha dame go\nSpin around 'til you get a hangover\nTake your doo rag off, let your brain grow\nFuck the tango do the Fandango\nTriple step, right left, then you let'cha man go\nSpin around 'til you get a hangover\n\nWatch me climb out the whip with the bird on my hip\nShe wanna set it off in the club, don't trip\nWe crack a bottle and all my fam take a sip\nAny haters wanna pop at the lip, we come equipped\nWe get the paper and the savor the flavor\nBut never forget about the haters who constantly imitate us\nHomey we creators and players and rhyme sayers\nFor layers of words, let me say it in terms that you can understand\nSo clearly, you feelin' me fam?\nShe's on the floor cause of my homey Quik man\nAnd she hits the mall but you don't really understand\nYeah I seen it before but now it's gettin' out of hand\nMami's diggin' for more, and she's posin' for the cam\nLittle beef got the dance floor slammed\nNo tango, straight Fandango\nBirds 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We fandango, the next day hangover\n  Got me feelin' like I hit a train with my Range Rover\n\n  Feel free to lose your mind, let your brain go\n  Fuck the tango, do the fandango\n  Triple step, right left, then you let your dame go\n  Spin around 'til you get a hangover\n\n  Take your doo rag off, let your brain grow\n  Fuck the tango, do the fandango\n  Triple step, right left, then you let your man go\n  Spin around 'til you get a hangover\n\n  Watch me climb out the whip with the bird on my hip\n  She wanna set it off in the club, don't trip\n  We crack a bottle and all my fam take a sip\n  Any haters wanna pop at the lip, we come equipped\n\n  We get the paper and the savor the flavor\n  But never forget about the haters who constantly imitate us\n  Homey, we creators and players and rhyme sayers\n  For layers of words, let me say it in terms that you can understand\n\n  So clearly, you feelin', me, fam?\n  She's on the floor 'cause of my homey, Quik man\n  And she hits the mall 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spotlight\n[00:24.50] Me, I'm righter than invisible set\n[00:27.11] I'm visibly wet, slurrin' and I'm lookin' for my pet\n[00:29.22] I pass to the massa with her whip on her, ask her\n[00:32.42] If she sippin' wit'cha bird, if she not we move past her\n[00:34.70] And I ain't hatin', I'm just diggin' ya ass, girl\n[00:36.89] Is that the collagen shot, is that what'cha momma got?\n[00:39.46] I'm so rugged, bullet wound in back\n[00:41.76] Of the axe handle blunt force trauma kinda tuggin'\n[00:43.74] And I ain't never been what the cat drug in\n[00:47.01] Be real, Quik's to keep ya mean muggin'\n[00:49.57] California clownin', bounce to sundown\n[00:51.71] In the moonlight groovin', trippin' off the saloon fight\n[00:54.22] We fandango, the next day hangover\n[00:56.14] Got me feelin' like I hit a train with my Range Rover\n[00:58.64] Feel free to lose your mind, let your brain go\n[01:01.41] Fuck the tango, do the fandango\n[01:04.05] Triple step, right left, then you let your dame go\n[01:06.58] Spin around 'til you get a hangover\n[01:08.83] Take your doo rag off, let your brain grow\n[01:11.46] Fuck the tango, do the fandango\n[01:13.85] Triple step, right left, then you let your man go\n[01:16.29] Spin around 'til you get a hangover\n[01:18.82] Watch me climb out the whip with the bird on my hip\n[01:20.96] She wanna set it off in the club, don't trip\n[01:23.37] We crack a bottle and all my fam take a sip\n[01:26.15] Any haters wanna pop at the lip, we come equipped\n[01:28.36] We get the paper and the savor the flavor\n[01:30.50] But never forget about the haters who constantly imitate us\n[01:33.27] Homey, we creators and players and rhyme sayers\n[01:35.73] For layers of words, let me say it in terms that you can understand\n[01:38.20] So clearly, you feelin', me, fam?\n[01:40.77] She's on the floor 'cause of my homey, Quik man\n[01:43.25] And she hits the mall but you don't really understand\n[01:45.72] Yeah, I seen it before but now it's gettin' out of hand\n[01:47.90] Mommy's diggin' for more and she's posin' for the cam\n[01:50.05] Little beef got the dance floor slammed\n[01:52.91] No tango, straight fandango\n[01:55.57] Birds flock to us like heads to Kangols, c'mon\n[01:57.81] Feel free to lose your mind, let your brain go\n[02:00.46] Fuck the tango, do the fandango\n[02:03.08] Triple step, right left, then you let your dame go\n[02:05.39] Spin around 'til you get a hangover\n[02:07.77] Take your doo rag off, let your brain grow\n[02:10.00] Fuck the tango, do the fandango\n[02:12.53] Triple step, right left, then you let your man go\n[02:15.01] Spin around 'til you get a hangover\n[02:17.61] I'm a master in disguise, movin' swiftly to the thighs\n[02:20.18] Move faster than me, then I recognize\n[02:22.40] That I ain't really got nuttin' to hide\n[02:25.05] But the bratwurst skinny girl second, fat girls first\n[02:27.25] And Compton is still on my mind\n[02:29.75] I remember when we used to get scared when they got behind us\n[02:32.15] One-time sayin' they been tryin' to find us\n[02:34.88] But they got the wrong niggaz, never mind us\n[02:37.22] My tongue tumbles like I'm bumblebee stung\n[02:39.52] Rip out the stinger, you keep talkin' shit I whip out the ringer\n[02:41.93] How many times does it have to end right before 12: 00 a.m?\n[02:44.78] Why you packin' a Slim Jim?\n[02:46.83] I gets down on the mic like I rode down on a bike\n[02:49.60] Road rash, skin peelin' tonight\n[02:51.72] The club ain't never crackin' 'til the haters be gone\n[02:54.53] We need to build the eliminator hater light and put it on 'em\n[02:57.18] Feel free to lose your mind, let your brain go\n[02:59.27] Fuck the tango, do the fandango\n[03:01.75] Triple step, right left, then you let your dame go\n[03:04.29] Spin around 'til you get a hangover\n[03:06.63] Take your doo rag off, let your brain grow\n[03:09.07] Fuck the tango, do the fandango\n[03:11.56] Triple step, right left, then you let your man go\n[03:13.95] Spin 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