[{"id":7175021,"name":"Jet Set","trackName":"Jet Set","artistName":"DJ Quik","albumName":"Trauma","duration":167.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"A soft beat got me hard as the street\nPop yo' ass in the teeth, leave your head in the seat\nI moved scum with my sister 'til they snitched on me\nNow we run in different directions from the C.P.V.\nMoney don't come back, problems stay forever\nBullets for my nephews, let 'em perish together\nFor them I wrote these fuckin lyrics on the back of a summons\nWishin I had a big brother like The Game got hundreds\nSo I'm flyin my hair out, tryin to air out\nGoin callous into my shell I'm kickin my care out\nNevermind my whereabouts, it won't be where family\nLike to gank each other and only gangbang in the house\nJust a post-traumatic sufferin Hennessy addict\nBufferin won't even help with the static in my muffin so come and cuff him\nI'm slippin into the darkside under the influence of my own existance\nLike Playa Hamm when he started this ride\nOr Shabby and Bull Dog in the Marina\nWe mack-a-nina sippin colada piñas, you shoulda seen us\nWhen Eric Wright tried to buy me out of bondage from Profile\nCause Ruthless had all the style and now\nWhen did it change, I didn't see it runnin\nThe curb came, I went over tumblin\nMy last few records you heard me sick at the heart, gettin picked apart\nBy the very people makin me breathe, now I just leave\n\nYou wanna jet set with me, ain't nothin really here to see\nWe gon' be steppin off the plane, stress off your brain\nSee the world as clear as can be\nPeople need class, you go back to school, I tell you what you need to do\nYou need to be straight relaxin, ain't no reaction\nTo the thangs that's botherin you - c'mon let's go\n\nMy life in a day, I live for the moment\nBein full of focus is my only bonus\nI walk around the city with a skeptical pair of pessimistic preconception\nAnd niggaz grippin my gonads\nAnd that's only because I know some dudes that'll sabotage your food\nCause they'd rather see you breathin than to see you leavin\nPassin the buck, they know you wouldn't be mad as fuck\nBetter to see you fail than to be drivin the baddest truck\nHard luck bitches who live right next to the liquor sto'\nThe hazel-eyed beadie smokin bitch eager to lick 'em low\nThe yeast-infectin misdirectin lowridin lover baby mother\nWith a mouth like a sailor ready to blow\nI work around the clock to keep avoidin the ever-present traps\nOf niggaz and tramps who see me as the on ramp\nWho come from mothers who had a fetish for cocaine in the 1980's\nAnd thought she raised her crack baby to be a lady - you crazy!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Jet Set\n  artist: DJ Quik\n  album: Trauma\n  duration_ms: 167000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  A soft beat got me hard as the street\n  Pop yo' ass in the teeth, leave your head in the seat\n  I moved scum with my sister 'til they snitched on me\n  Now we run in different directions from the C.P.V.\n  Money don't come back, problems stay forever\n  Bullets for my nephews, let 'em perish together\n  For them I wrote these fuckin lyrics on the back of a summons\n  Wishin I had a big brother like The Game got hundreds\n  So I'm flyin my hair out, tryin to air out\n  Goin callous into my shell I'm kickin my care out\n  Nevermind my whereabouts, it won't be where family\n  Like to gank each other and only gangbang in the house\n  Just a post-traumatic sufferin Hennessy addict\n  Bufferin won't even help with the static in my muffin so come and cuff him\n  I'm slippin into the darkside under the influence of my own existance\n  Like Playa Hamm when he started this ride\n  Or Shabby and Bull Dog in the Marina\n  We mack-a-nina sippin colada piñas, you shoulda seen us\n  When Eric Wright tried to buy me out of bondage from Profile\n  Cause Ruthless had all the style and now\n  When did it change, I didn't see it runnin\n  The curb came, I went over tumblin\n  My last few records you heard me sick at the heart, gettin picked apart\n  By the very people makin me breathe, now I just leave\n\n  You wanna jet set with me, ain't nothin really here to see\n  We gon' be steppin off the plane, stress off your brain\n  See the world as clear as can be\n  People need class, you go back to school, I tell you what you need to do\n  You need to be straight relaxin, ain't no reaction\n  To the thangs that's botherin you - c'mon let's go\n\n  My life in a day, I live for the moment\n  Bein full of focus is my only bonus\n  I walk around the city with a skeptical pair of pessimistic preconception\n  And niggaz grippin my gonads\n  And that's only because I know some dudes that'll sabotage your food\n  Cause they'd rather see you breathin than to see you leavin\n  Passin the buck, they know you wouldn't be mad as fuck\n  Better to see you fail than to be drivin the baddest truck\n  Hard luck bitches who live right next to the liquor sto'\n  The hazel-eyed beadie smokin bitch eager to lick 'em low\n  The yeast-infectin misdirectin lowridin lover baby mother\n  With a mouth like a sailor ready to blow\n  I work around the clock to keep avoidin the ever-present traps\n  Of niggaz and tramps who see me as the on ramp\n  Who come from mothers who had a fetish for cocaine in the 1980's\n  And thought she raised her crack baby to be a lady - you crazy!\n"},{"id":21403600,"name":"Jet Set","trackName":"Jet Set","artistName":"DJ Quik","albumName":"Trauma Instrumentals","duration":170.856,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"A soft beat got me hard as the street\nPop yo' ass in the teeth, leave your head in the seat\nI moved scum with my sister 'til they snitched on me\nNow we run in different directions from the C.P.V.\nMoney don't come back, problems stay forever\nBullets for my nephews, let 'em perish together\nFor them I wrote these fuckin lyrics on the back of a summons\nWishin I had a big brother like The Game got hundreds\nSo I'm flyin my hair out, tryin to air out\nGoin callous into my shell I'm kickin my care out\nNevermind my whereabouts, it won't be where family\nLike to gank each other and only gangbang in the house\nJust a post-traumatic sufferin Hennessy addict\nBufferin won't even help with the static in my muffin so come and cuff him\nI'm slippin into the darkside under the influence of my own existance\nLike Playa Hamm when he started this ride\nOr Shabby and Bull Dog in the Marina\nWe mack-a-nina sippin colada piñas, you shoulda seen us\nWhen Eric Wright tried to buy me out of bondage from Profile\nCause Ruthless had all the style and now\nWhen did it change, I didn't see it runnin\nThe curb came, I went over tumblin\nMy last few records you heard me sick at the heart, gettin picked apart\nBy the very people makin me breathe, now I just leave\n\nYou wanna jet set with me, ain't nothin really here to see\nWe gon' be steppin off the plane, stress off your brain\nSee the world as clear as can be\nPeople need class, you go back to school, I tell you what you need to do\nYou need to be straight relaxin, ain't no reaction\nTo the thangs that's botherin you - c'mon let's go\n\nMy life in a day, I live for the moment\nBein full of focus is my only bonus\nI walk around the city with a skeptical pair of pessimistic preconception\nAnd niggaz grippin my gonads\nAnd that's only because I know some dudes that'll sabotage your food\nCause they'd rather see you breathin than to see you leavin\nPassin the buck, they know you wouldn't be mad as fuck\nBetter to see you fail than to be drivin the baddest truck\nHard luck bitches who live right next to the liquor sto'\nThe hazel-eyed beadie smokin bitch eager to lick 'em low\nThe yeast-infectin misdirectin lowridin lover baby mother\nWith a mouth like a sailor ready to blow\nI work around the clock to keep avoidin the ever-present traps\nOf niggaz and tramps who see me as the on ramp\nWho come from mothers who had a fetish for cocaine in the 1980's\nAnd thought she raised her crack baby to be a lady - you crazy!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Jet Set\n  artist: DJ Quik\n  album: Trauma Instrumentals\n  duration_ms: 170856\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  A soft beat got me hard as the street\n  Pop yo' ass in the teeth, leave your head in the seat\n  I moved scum with my sister 'til they snitched on me\n  Now we run in different directions from the C.P.V.\n  Money don't come back, problems stay forever\n  Bullets for my nephews, let 'em perish together\n  For them I wrote these fuckin lyrics on the back of a summons\n  Wishin I had a big brother like The Game got hundreds\n  So I'm flyin my hair out, tryin to air out\n  Goin callous into my shell I'm kickin my care out\n  Nevermind my whereabouts, it won't be where family\n  Like to gank each other and only gangbang in the house\n  Just a post-traumatic sufferin Hennessy addict\n  Bufferin won't even help with the static in my muffin so come and cuff him\n  I'm slippin into the darkside under the influence of my own existance\n  Like Playa Hamm when he started this ride\n  Or Shabby and Bull Dog in the Marina\n  We mack-a-nina sippin colada piñas, you shoulda seen us\n  When Eric Wright tried to buy me out of bondage from Profile\n  Cause Ruthless had all the style and now\n  When did it change, I didn't see it runnin\n  The curb came, I went over tumblin\n  My last few records you heard me sick at the heart, gettin picked apart\n  By the very people makin me breathe, now I just leave\n\n  You wanna jet set with me, ain't nothin really here to see\n  We gon' be steppin off the plane, stress off your brain\n  See the world as clear as can be\n  People need class, you go back to school, I tell you what you need to do\n  You need to be straight relaxin, ain't no reaction\n  To the thangs that's botherin you - c'mon let's go\n\n  My life in a day, I live for the moment\n  Bein full of focus is my only bonus\n  I walk around the city with a skeptical pair of pessimistic preconception\n  And niggaz grippin my gonads\n  And that's only because I know some dudes that'll sabotage your food\n  Cause they'd rather see you breathin than to see you leavin\n  Passin the buck, they know you wouldn't be mad as fuck\n  Better to see you fail than to be drivin the baddest truck\n  Hard luck bitches who live right next to the liquor sto'\n  The hazel-eyed beadie smokin bitch eager to lick 'em low\n  The yeast-infectin misdirectin lowridin lover baby mother\n  With a mouth like a sailor ready to blow\n  I work around the clock to keep avoidin the ever-present traps\n  Of niggaz and tramps who see me as the on ramp\n  Who come from mothers who had a fetish for cocaine in the 1980's\n  And thought she raised her crack baby to be a lady - you crazy!\n"},{"id":17650157,"name":"Jet Set (feat Tai Elton Phillips)","trackName":"Jet Set (feat Tai Elton Phillips)","artistName":"DJ Quik","albumName":"Trauma","duration":166.653333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"A soft beat got me hard as the street\nPop yo' ass in the teeth, leave your head in the seat\nI moved scum with my sister 'til they snitched on me\nNow we run in different directions from the C.P.V.\nMoney don't come back, problems stay forever\nBullets for my nephews, let 'em perish together\nFor them I wrote these fuckin lyrics on the back of a summons\nWishin I had a big brother like The Game got hundreds\nSo I'm flyin my hair out, tryin to air out\nGoin callous into my shell I'm kickin my care out\nNevermind my whereabouts, it won't be where family\nlike to gank each other and only gangbang in the house\nJust a post-traumatic sufferin Hennessy addict\nBufferin won't even help with the static in my muffin so come and cuff him\nI'm slippin into the darkside under the influence of my own existance\nLike Playa Hamm when he started this ride\nOr Shabby and Bull Dog in the Marina\nWe mack-a-nina sippin colada piñas, you shoulda seen us\nWhen Eric Wright tried to buy me out of bondage from Profile\nCause Ruthless had all the style and now\nWhen did it change, I didn't see it runnin\nThe curb came, I went over tumblin\nMy last few records you heard me sick at the heart, gettin picked apart\nby the very people makin me breathe, now I just leave\n\nYou wanna jet set with me, ain't nothin really here to see\nWe gon' be steppin off the plane, stress off your brain\nSee the world as clear as can be\nPeople need class, you go back to school, I tell you what you need to do\nYou need to be straight relaxin, ain't no reaction\nto the thangs that's botherin you - c'mon let's go\n\nMy life in a day, I live for the moment\nBein full of focus is my only bonus\nI walk around the city with a skeptical pair of pessimistic preconception\nAnd niggaz grippin my gonads\nAnd that's only because I know some dudes that'll sabotage your food\nCause they'd rather see you breathin than to see you leavin\nPassin the buck, they know you wouldn't be mad as fuck\nBetter to see you fail than to be drivin the baddest truck\nHard luck bitches who live right next to the liquor sto'\nThe hazel-eyed beadie smokin bitch eager to lick 'em low\nThe yeast-infectin misdirectin lowridin lover baby mother\nwith a mouth like a sailor ready to blow\nI work around the clock to keep avoidin the ever-present traps\nOf niggaz and tramps who see me as the on ramp\nWho come from mothers who had a fetish for cocaine in the 1980's\nAnd thought she raised her crack baby to be a lady - you crazy!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Jet Set (feat Tai Elton Phillips)\n  artist: DJ Quik\n  album: Trauma\n  duration_ms: 166653\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  A soft beat got me hard as the street\n  Pop yo' ass in the teeth, leave your head in the seat\n  I moved scum with my sister 'til they snitched on me\n  Now we run in different directions from the C.P.V.\n  Money don't come back, problems stay forever\n  Bullets for my nephews, let 'em perish together\n  For them I wrote these fuckin lyrics on the back of a summons\n  Wishin I had a big brother like The Game got hundreds\n  So I'm flyin my hair out, tryin to air out\n  Goin callous into my shell I'm kickin my care out\n  Nevermind my whereabouts, it won't be where family\n  like to gank each other and only gangbang in the house\n  Just a post-traumatic sufferin Hennessy addict\n  Bufferin won't even help with the static in my muffin so come and cuff him\n  I'm slippin into the darkside under the influence of my own existance\n  Like Playa Hamm when he started this ride\n  Or Shabby and Bull Dog in the Marina\n  We mack-a-nina sippin colada piñas, you shoulda seen us\n  When Eric Wright tried to buy me out of bondage from Profile\n  Cause Ruthless had all the style and now\n  When did it change, I didn't see it runnin\n  The curb came, I went over tumblin\n  My last few records you heard me sick at the heart, gettin picked apart\n  by the very people makin me breathe, now I just leave\n\n  You wanna jet set with me, ain't nothin really here to see\n  We gon' be steppin off the plane, stress off your brain\n  See the world as clear as can be\n  People need class, you go back to school, I tell you what you need to do\n  You need to be straight relaxin, ain't no reaction\n  to the thangs that's botherin you - 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c'mon let's go\n\n  My life in a day, I live for the moment\n  Bein full of focus is my only bonus\n  I walk around the city with a skeptical pair of pessimistic preconception\n  And niggaz grippin my gonads\n  And that's only because I know some dudes that'll sabotage your food\n  Cause they'd rather see you breathin than to see you leavin\n  Passin the buck, they know you wouldn't be mad as fuck\n  Better to see you fail than to be drivin the baddest truck\n  Hard luck bitches who live right next to the liquor sto'\n  The hazel-eyed beadie smokin bitch eager to lick 'em low\n  The yeast-infectin misdirectin lowridin lover baby mother\n  with a mouth like a sailor ready to blow\n  I work around the clock to keep avoidin the ever-present traps\n  Of niggaz and tramps who see me as the on ramp\n  Who come from mothers who had a fetish for cocaine in the 1980's\n  And thought she raised her crack baby to be a lady - you crazy!\n"},{"id":35995308,"name":"Jet Set (With Tai Elton Philips)","trackName":"Jet Set (With Tai Elton Philips)","artistName":"DJ Quik","albumName":"Trauma","duration":166.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"A soft beat got me hard as the street\nPop yo' ass in the teeth, leave your head in the seat\nI moved scum with my sister 'til they snitched on me\nNow we run in different directions from the C.P.V.\nMoney don't come back, problems stay forever\nBullets for my nephews, let 'em perish together\nFor them I wrote these fuckin lyrics on the back of a summons\nWishin I had a big brother like The Game got hundreds\nSo I'm flyin my hair out, tryin to air out\nGoin callous into my shell I'm kickin my care out\nNevermind my whereabouts, it won't be where family\nlike to gank each other and only gangbang in the house\nJust a post-traumatic sufferin Hennessy addict\nBufferin won't even help with the static in my muffin so come and cuff him\nI'm slippin into the darkside under the influence of my own existance\nLike Playa Hamm when he started this ride\nOr Shabby and Bull Dog in the Marina\nWe mack-a-nina sippin colada piñas, you shoulda seen us\nWhen Eric Wright tried to buy me out of bondage from Profile\nCause Ruthless had all the style and now\nWhen did it change, I didn't see it runnin\nThe curb came, I went over tumblin\nMy last few records you heard me sick at the heart, gettin picked apart\nby the very people makin me breathe, now I just leave\n\nYou wanna jet set with me, ain't nothin really here to see\nWe gon' be steppin off the plane, stress off your brain\nSee the world as clear as can be\nPeople need class, you go back to school, I tell you what you need to do\nYou need to be straight relaxin, ain't no reaction\nto the thangs that's botherin you - c'mon let's go\n\nMy life in a day, I live for the moment\nBein full of focus is my only bonus\nI walk around the city with a skeptical pair of pessimistic preconception\nAnd niggaz grippin my gonads\nAnd that's only because I know some dudes that'll sabotage your food\nCause they'd rather see you breathin than to see you leavin\nPassin the buck, they know you wouldn't be mad as fuck\nBetter to see you fail than to be drivin the baddest truck\nHard luck bitches who live right next to the liquor sto'\nThe hazel-eyed beadie smokin bitch eager to lick 'em low\nThe yeast-infectin misdirectin lowridin lover baby mother\nwith a mouth like a sailor ready to blow\nI work around the clock to keep avoidin the ever-present traps\nOf niggaz and tramps who see me as the on ramp\nWho come from mothers who had a fetish for cocaine in the 1980's\nAnd thought she raised her crack baby to be a lady - you crazy!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Jet Set (With Tai Elton Philips)\n  artist: DJ Quik\n  album: Trauma\n  duration_ms: 166000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  A soft beat got me hard as the street\n  Pop yo' ass in the teeth, leave your head in the seat\n  I moved scum with my sister 'til they snitched on me\n  Now we run in different directions from the C.P.V.\n  Money don't come back, problems stay forever\n  Bullets for my nephews, let 'em perish together\n  For them I wrote these fuckin lyrics on the back of a summons\n  Wishin I had a big brother like The Game got hundreds\n  So I'm flyin my hair out, tryin to air out\n  Goin callous into my shell I'm kickin my care out\n  Nevermind my whereabouts, it won't be where family\n  like to gank each other and only gangbang in the house\n  Just a post-traumatic sufferin Hennessy addict\n  Bufferin won't even help with the static in my muffin so come and cuff him\n  I'm slippin into the darkside under the influence of my own existance\n  Like Playa Hamm when he started this ride\n  Or Shabby and Bull Dog in the Marina\n  We mack-a-nina sippin colada piñas, you shoulda seen us\n  When Eric Wright tried to buy me out of bondage from Profile\n  Cause Ruthless had all the style and now\n  When did it change, I didn't see it runnin\n  The curb came, I went over tumblin\n  My last few records you heard me sick at the heart, gettin picked apart\n  by the very people makin me breathe, now I just leave\n\n  You wanna jet set with me, ain't nothin really here to see\n  We gon' be steppin off the plane, stress off your brain\n  See the world as clear as can be\n  People need class, you go back to school, I tell you what you need to do\n  You need to be straight relaxin, ain't no reaction\n  to the thangs that's botherin you - 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