[{"id":32062243,"name":"Trouble","trackName":"Trouble","artistName":"DJ Quik","albumName":"The Best Of DJ Quik","duration":221.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm not ya one hit wonder\nAnd when you see me on the streets in a black jeep\nKnow I got the heat up under\nNot up under the seat, up under my cheek\nLike so close to me that when I move it squeaks\nI ain't no big buff dude I'm a rap singer\nI exercise one muscle that's my strap finger\nAnd I can't call it how I see it no more\nCause these niggas'll take ya words back and twist em' like a pretzel\nAnd these bitches be the same too\nComin' with that sob story crocodile tears trying to gang you\nAnd that's exactly what the game do\nAnd if you ever get caught dirty with a nigga she gon' blame you\nSo what in the hell you want to floss her for?\nIt's supposed to be bout' what a baller nigga cost that ho (yeah)\nYou givin' a game of black eye in ya S-5\nWhile you niggas kick back poppin' X you let that cause dry\nAnd that bitch supposed to carry her own car note (c'mon, yep)\nAnd don't be going for that shit \"I got a sore throat\" (yeah)\nGive that bitch a couple of Sucrets (mmm hmm)\nOr give that that ho that application down on Vernon to that duplex (see ya)\n\nWhen I bump on this trouble\nNiggas gettin' big money on the double\nFast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\nGettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n\nWhen I bump on this trouble\nNiggas gettin' big money on the double\nFast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\nGettin' rich bitch is the only concern\nThe only concern\n\nBitch you get fucked, can't suck\nBut you want a nigga with a million bucks\nA five-double-o and a Rover truck\nI bend 'em all over til I know they stuck\nWant to tell your friends that you fucked with A\nBut how many dicks did ya suck today?\nDo we play ball? Do we move that weight?\nAll I got for a motherfuckin ho is hate\nBitch want to get drunk and high\nPoint that booty on to the sky\nSquare ass bitch go bake a pie\nGet a tattoo of a dick in ya eye\nWant to be flied call Continental (bitch)\nThe Benz ain't a rental\nSippin' on shit that ya can't pronounce\nHo quit staring at my bank account\n\nWhen I bump on this trouble\nNiggas gettin' big money on the double\nFast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\nGettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n\nI'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing\nP the reason you know\nCause pimpin'll have you seeing me with a bad ass ho\nLegendary my name\nSecondary you came\nAnd you won't see me stop making hits till I walk with a cane\nStill five and eleven, six feet with shoes\nCompton, OG nigga givin' niggas the blues\nEtched in stone, makin' yo bitch fetch the bone\nI'm calling the cops punk motherfuckers catch the phone\nThe walkie talkie, the two-way and all of the above\nNightstick up yo ass 'til we all see blood\nFuck ya, I'm a cop too (what?)\nI'm a cop me a kilo of yay\nAnd try to get it crackin' like it's eighty-two (ahh yeah)\nWith Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace\nDippin' round the whole place (whole place)\nFuck a six-pack nigga cop the whole case (whole case)\nAnd when them marks come nigga crack they whole face\nThe way my glock cock keep a niggas full\nGot him spittin' like that pitcher from the KC Royals\nSocked the P.D., haters R.I.P\nVery sincerely yours\nQuik nigga please\n\nWhen I bump on this trouble\nNiggas gettin' big money on the double\nFast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\nGettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n\nWhen I bump on this trouble\nNiggas gettin' big money on the double\nFast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\nGettin' rich bitch is the only concern\nThe only concern\n\nWhen I bump on this trouble\nNiggas gettin' big money on the double\nFast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\nGettin' rich bitch is the only concern\nAhh!","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.25] I'm not ya one hit wonder\n[00:04.20] And when you see me on the streets in a black jeep\n[00:06.61] Know I got the heat up under\n[00:08.25] Not up under the seat, up under my cheek\n[00:10.40] Like so close to me that when I move it squeaks\n[00:13.34] I ain't no big buff dude I'm a rap singer\n[00:16.02] I exercise one muscle that's my strap finger\n[00:18.67] And I can't call it how I see it no more\n[00:20.51] Cause these niggas'll take ya words back and twist em' like a pretzel\n[00:23.93] And these bitches be the same too\n[00:25.72] Comin' with that sob story crocodile tears trying to gang you\n[00:29.03] And that's exactly what the game do\n[00:31.01] And if you ever get caught dirty with a nigga she gon' blame you\n[00:34.25] So what in the hell you want to floss her for?\n[00:36.28] It's supposed to be bout' what a baller nigga cost that ho (yeah)\n[00:39.41] You givin' a game of black eye in ya S-5\n[00:41.88] While you niggas kick back poppin' X you let that cause dry\n[00:44.88] And that bitch supposed to carry her own car note (c'mon, yep)\n[00:47.35] And don't be going for that shit \"I got a sore throat\" (yeah)\n[00:50.04] Give that bitch a couple of Sucrets (mmm hmm)\n[00:51.89] Or give that that ho that application down on Vernon to that duplex (see ya)\n[00:55.94] When I bump on this trouble\n[00:57.51] Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n[01:00.09] Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[01:02.75] Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n[01:05.02] When I bump on this trouble\n[01:06.62] Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n[01:09.25] Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[01:11.88] Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n[01:14.34] The only concern\n[01:15.18] Bitch you get fucked, can't suck\n[01:17.14] But you want a nigga with a million bucks\n[01:19.64] A five-double-o and a Rover truck\n[01:22.29] I bend 'em all over til I know they stuck\n[01:26.29] Want to tell your friends that you fucked with A\n[01:28.65] But how many dicks did ya suck today?\n[01:31.44] Do we play ball? Do we move that weight?\n[01:33.81] All I got for a motherfuckin ho is hate\n[01:36.63] Bitch want to get drunk and high\n[01:39.36] Point that booty on to the sky\n[01:41.85] Square ass bitch go bake a pie\n[01:44.45] Get a tattoo of a dick in ya eye\n[01:47.10] Want to be flied call Continental (bitch)\n[01:50.76] The Benz ain't a rental\n[01:52.20] Sippin' on shit that ya can't pronounce\n[01:54.99] Ho quit staring at my bank account\n[01:58.56] When I bump on this trouble\n[02:00.18] Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n[02:02.77] Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[02:05.32] Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n[02:10.13] I'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing\n[02:11.77] P the reason you know\n[02:12.86] Cause pimpin'll have you seeing me with a bad ass ho\n[02:15.64] Legendary my name\n[02:16.97] Secondary you came\n[02:18.01] And you won't see me stop making hits till I walk with a cane\n[02:20.86] Still five and eleven, six feet with shoes\n[02:23.58] Compton, OG nigga givin' niggas the blues\n[02:26.16] Etched in stone, makin' yo bitch fetch the bone\n[02:28.65] I'm calling the cops punk motherfuckers catch the phone\n[02:31.14] The walkie talkie, the two-way and all of the above\n[02:34.54] Nightstick up yo ass 'til we all see blood\n[02:36.41] Fuck ya, I'm a cop too (what?)\n[02:38.48] I'm a cop me a kilo of yay\n[02:39.94] And try to get it crackin' like it's eighty-two (ahh yeah)\n[02:42.19] With Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace\n[02:45.83] Dippin' round the whole place (whole place)\n[02:47.48] Fuck a six-pack nigga cop the whole case (whole case)\n[02:49.91] And when them marks come nigga crack they whole face\n[02:52.66] The way my glock cock keep a niggas full\n[02:54.65] Got him spittin' like that pitcher from the KC Royals\n[02:57.56] Socked the P.D., haters R.I.P\n[03:00.12] Very sincerely yours\n[03:01.25] Quik nigga please\n[03:03.83] When I bump on this trouble\n[03:05.42] Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n[03:08.04] Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[03:10.60] Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n[03:12.90] When I bump on this trouble\n[03:14.51] Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n[03:17.12] Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[03:19.73] Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n[03:22.29] The only concern\n[03:24.68] When I bump on this trouble\n[03:26.37] Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n[03:28.85] Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[03:31.50] Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n[03:33.53] Ahh!\n[03:33.54] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Trouble\n  artist: DJ Quik\n  album: The Best Of DJ Quik\n  duration_ms: 221000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I'm not ya one hit wonder\n  start_ms: 2250\n  end_ms: 4200\n- text: And when you see me on the streets in a black jeep\n  start_ms: 4200\n  end_ms: 6610\n- text: Know I got the heat up under\n  start_ms: 6610\n  end_ms: 8250\n- text: Not up under the seat, up under my cheek\n 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nigga she gon' blame you\n  So what in the hell you want to floss her for?\n  It's supposed to be bout' what a baller nigga cost that ho (yeah)\n  You givin' a game of black eye in ya S-5\n  While you niggas kick back poppin' X you let that cause dry\n  And that bitch supposed to carry her own car note (c'mon, yep)\n  And don't be going for that shit \"I got a sore throat\" (yeah)\n  Give that bitch a couple of Sucrets (mmm hmm)\n  Or give that that ho that application down on Vernon to that duplex (see ya)\n\n  When I bump on this trouble\n  Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n  Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n  Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n\n  When I bump on this trouble\n  Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n  Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n  Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n  The only concern\n\n  Bitch you get fucked, can't suck\n  But you want a nigga with a million bucks\n  A five-double-o and a Rover truck\n  I bend 'em all over til I know 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Do we move that weight?\nAll I got for a motherfuckin ho is hate\nBitch want to get drunk and high\nPoint that booty on to the sky\nSquare ass bitch go bake a pie\nGet a tattoo of a dick in ya eye\nWant to be flied call Continental (bitch)\nThe Benz ain't a rental\nSippin' on shit that ya can't pronounce\nHo quit staring at my bank account\n\nWhen I bump on this trouble\nNiggas gettin' big money on the double\nFast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\nGettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n\nI'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing\nP the reason you know\nCause pimpin'll have you seeing me with a bad ass ho\nLegendary my name\nSecondary you came\nAnd you won't see me stop making hits till I walk with a cane\nStill five and eleven, six feet with shoes\nCompton, OG nigga givin' niggas the blues\nEtched in stone, makin' yo bitch fetch the bone\nI'm calling the cops punk motherfuckers catch the phone\nThe walkie talkie, the two-way and all of the above\nNightstick up yo ass 'til we all see blood\nFuck ya, I'm a cop too (what?)\nI'm a cop me a kilo of yay\nAnd try to get it crackin' like it's eighty-two (ahh yeah)\nWith Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace\nDippin' round the whole place (whole place)\nFuck a six-pack nigga cop the whole case (whole case)\nAnd when them marks come nigga crack they whole face\nThe way my glock cock keep a niggas full\nGot him spittin' like that pitcher from the KC Royals\nSocked the P.D., haters R.I.P\nVery sincerely yours\nQuik nigga please\n\nWhen I bump on this trouble\nNiggas gettin' big money on the double\nFast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\nGettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n\nWhen I bump on this trouble\nNiggas gettin' big money on the double\nFast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\nGettin' rich bitch is the only concern\nThe only concern\n\nWhen I bump on this trouble\nNiggas gettin' big money on the double\nFast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\nGettin' rich bitch is the only concern\nAhh!","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.25] I'm not ya one hit wonder\n[00:04.20] And when you see me on the streets in a black jeep\n[00:06.61] Know I got the heat up under\n[00:08.25] Not up under the seat, up under my cheek\n[00:10.40] Like so close to me that when I move it squeaks\n[00:13.34] I ain't no big buff dude I'm a rap singer\n[00:16.02] I exercise one muscle that's my strap finger\n[00:18.67] And I can't call it how I see it no more\n[00:20.51] Cause these niggas'll take ya words back and twist em' like a pretzel\n[00:23.93] And these bitches be the same too\n[00:25.72] Comin' with that sob story crocodile tears trying to gang you\n[00:29.03] And that's exactly what the game do\n[00:31.01] And if you ever get caught dirty with a nigga she gon' blame you\n[00:34.25] So what in the hell you want to floss her for?\n[00:36.28] It's supposed to be bout' what a baller nigga cost that ho (yeah)\n[00:39.41] You givin' a game of black eye in ya S-5\n[00:41.88] While you niggas kick back poppin' X you let that cause dry\n[00:44.88] And that bitch supposed to carry her own car note (c'mon, yep)\n[00:47.35] And don't be going for that shit \"I got a sore throat\" (yeah)\n[00:50.04] Give that bitch a couple of Sucrets (mmm hmm)\n[00:51.89] Or give that that ho that application down on Vernon to that duplex (see ya)\n[00:55.94] When I bump on this trouble\n[00:57.51] Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n[01:00.09] Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[01:02.75] Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n[01:05.02] When I bump on this trouble\n[01:06.62] Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n[01:09.25] Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[01:11.88] Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n[01:14.34] The only concern\n[01:15.18] Bitch you get fucked, can't suck\n[01:17.14] But you want a nigga with a million bucks\n[01:19.64] A five-double-o and a Rover truck\n[01:22.29] I bend 'em all over til I know they stuck\n[01:26.29] Want to tell your friends that you fucked with A\n[01:28.65] But how many dicks did ya suck today?\n[01:31.44] Do we play ball? Do we move that weight?\n[01:33.81] All I got for a motherfuckin ho is hate\n[01:36.63] Bitch want to get drunk and high\n[01:39.36] Point that booty on to the sky\n[01:41.85] Square ass bitch go bake a pie\n[01:44.45] Get a tattoo of a dick in ya eye\n[01:47.10] Want to be flied call Continental (bitch)\n[01:50.76] The Benz ain't a rental\n[01:52.20] Sippin' on shit that ya can't pronounce\n[01:54.99] Ho quit staring at my bank account\n[01:58.56] When I bump on this trouble\n[02:00.18] Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n[02:02.77] Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[02:05.32] Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n[02:10.13] I'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing\n[02:11.77] P the reason you know\n[02:12.86] Cause pimpin'll have you seeing me with a bad ass ho\n[02:15.64] Legendary my name\n[02:16.97] Secondary you came\n[02:18.01] And you won't see me stop making hits till I walk with a cane\n[02:20.86] Still five and eleven, six feet with shoes\n[02:23.58] Compton, OG nigga givin' niggas the blues\n[02:26.16] Etched in stone, makin' yo bitch fetch the bone\n[02:28.65] I'm calling the cops punk motherfuckers catch the phone\n[02:31.14] The walkie talkie, the two-way and all of the above\n[02:34.54] Nightstick up yo ass 'til we all see blood\n[02:36.41] Fuck ya, I'm a cop too (what?)\n[02:38.48] I'm a cop me a kilo of yay\n[02:39.94] And try to get it crackin' like it's eighty-two (ahh yeah)\n[02:42.19] With Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace\n[02:45.83] Dippin' round the whole place (whole place)\n[02:47.48] Fuck a six-pack nigga cop the whole case (whole case)\n[02:49.91] And when them marks come nigga crack they whole face\n[02:52.66] The way my glock cock keep a niggas full\n[02:54.65] Got him spittin' like that pitcher from the KC Royals\n[02:57.56] Socked the P.D., haters R.I.P\n[03:00.12] Very sincerely yours\n[03:01.25] Quik nigga please\n[03:03.83] When I bump on this trouble\n[03:05.42] Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n[03:08.04] Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[03:10.60] Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n[03:12.90] When I bump on this trouble\n[03:14.51] Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n[03:17.12] Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[03:19.73] Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n[03:22.29] The only concern\n[03:24.68] When I bump on this trouble\n[03:26.37] Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n[03:28.85] Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[03:31.50] Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n[03:33.53] Ahh!\n[03:33.54] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Trouble\n  artist: DJ Quik\n  album: 'The Best of DJ Quik: Da Finale'\n  duration_ms: 221000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I'm not ya one hit wonder\n  start_ms: 2250\n  end_ms: 4200\n- text: And when you see me on the streets in a black jeep\n  start_ms: 4200\n  end_ms: 6610\n- text: Know I got the heat up under\n  start_ms: 6610\n  end_ms: 8250\n- text: Not up under the seat, up 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Do we move that weight?\n  All I got for a motherfuckin ho is hate\n  Bitch want to get drunk and high\n  Point that booty on to the sky\n  Square ass bitch go bake a pie\n  Get a tattoo of a dick in ya eye\n  Want to be flied call Continental (bitch)\n  The Benz ain't a rental\n  Sippin' on shit that ya can't pronounce\n  Ho quit staring at my bank account\n\n  When I bump on this trouble\n  Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n  Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n  Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n\n  I'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing\n  P the reason you know\n  Cause pimpin'll have you seeing me with a bad ass ho\n  Legendary my name\n  Secondary you came\n  And you won't see me stop making hits till I walk with a cane\n  Still five and eleven, six feet with shoes\n  Compton, OG nigga givin' niggas the blues\n  Etched in stone, makin' yo bitch fetch the bone\n  I'm calling the cops punk motherfuckers catch the phone\n  The walkie talkie, the two-way and all of the above\n  Nightstick up yo ass 'til we all see blood\n  Fuck ya, I'm a cop too (what?)\n  I'm a cop me a kilo of yay\n  And try to get it crackin' like it's eighty-two (ahh yeah)\n  With Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace\n  Dippin' round the whole place (whole place)\n  Fuck a six-pack nigga cop the whole case (whole case)\n  And when them marks come nigga crack they whole face\n  The way my glock cock keep a niggas full\n  Got him spittin' like that pitcher from the KC Royals\n  Socked the P.D., haters R.I.P\n  Very sincerely yours\n  Quik nigga please\n\n  When I bump on this trouble\n  Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n  Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n  Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n\n  When I bump on this trouble\n  Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n  Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n  Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n  The only concern\n\n  When I bump on this trouble\n  Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n  Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n  Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n  Ahh!\n"},{"id":9330467,"name":"Trouble (feat. 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do we move that weight?\nall i got for a muthafuckin ho is hate\nbitch want to get drunk and high\npoint that booty all to the sky\nsquare ass bitch go bake a pie\nget a tatto of a dick in ya eye\nwanna be flied call Continental bitch\nthen Benz aint a rental\nsippin on shit that you cant pronounce\nho quit starin at my bank account\n\nChorus\nWhen i bump on this trouble\nniggas gettin big money on the double\nfast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\ngettin rich bitch it's the only concern\n\n(DJ Quik)\nI'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing\nP the reason you know\ncuz pimpin'll have you seeing me wit a bad ass ho\nlegendary my name secondary you came\nand you wont see me stop makin hits till i walk wit a cane\nstill 5'11\" six feet wit shoes\ncompton OG nigga givin niggas the blues\netched in stone, makin yo bitch fetch the bone\ni'm callin the cops punk muthafuckas catch the phone\nwalkie talkie, the 2way and all of the above\nnightstick up yo ass till we all seen blood\nfuck ya, i'm a cop too (what?)\ni'm a cop me a kilo of yay\nand try to get it crackin like it's '82\nwith Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace\ndippin' round the whole place(whole place)\nfuck a six pack nigga cop the whole case(whole case)\nand when them marks come nigga crack they whole face\nthe way my glock cock keep a niggas full got him spittin like that pitcher\nfrom the KC Royals\nsocked the P.D. haters RIP\nvery sincerely yours\nQuik nigga please\n\nChorus(3xs)\nAhh!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.86] DJ Quik\n[00:01.75] I'm not yo one-hit wonder(hell naw)\n[00:04.57] and when you see me on the streets in a black Jeep\n[00:06.62] know i got the heat up under\n[00:07.99] not up under my seat but under my cheek\n[00:10.53] like so close to me when i move it squeaks\n[00:13.05] I aint no big buff dude i'm a rap singer\n[00:15.74] i exercize one muscle that's my strap finger\n[00:18.58] and i cant call it how i see it no more\n[00:20.73] cuz these niggas will take your words back and twist em like a pretzel\n[00:23.52] and these bitche be the same too\n[00:25.74] comin with that sob story crocodile tears tryin to gang you\n[00:28.60] and that's exactly what the game do\n[00:30.88] and if you ever get caught dirty wit a nigga she gon' blame you\n[00:34.07] so what in the hell you wanna floss her for?\n[00:36.22] it's supposed to be bout what a baller nigga cost that ho\n[00:38.73] you givin the game a black eye in ya S-5\n[00:42.02] while you niggas kick back poppin X you let that cuz dry\n[00:44.51] and that bitch supposed to carry her own car note\n[00:47.39] and dont be goin for that shit \"i got a sore throat \"\n[00:49.91] give that bitch a couple surcrets\n[00:52.13] or give that ho that application down on Vernon to that duplex\n[00:54.87] Chorus(AMG)\n[00:55.55] when i bump on this trouble\n[00:57.42] niggas gettin big money on the double\n[00:59.92] fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[01:02.48] gettin rich bitch is the only concern\n[01:04.99] when i bump on this trouble\n[01:06.81] niggas gettin big money on the double\n[01:08.94] fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[01:11.96] gettin rich bitch is the only concern\n[01:13.86] the only concern\n[01:15.39] (AMG)\n[01:15.82] Bitch you get fucked can't suck but you want a nigga with a million bucks\n[01:20.09] a 5 double 0 and Rover truck in the mall ripper till I know they stuck\n[01:25.68] want to tell your friends that you fucked with A\n[01:28.56] but how many dicks did you suck today?\n[01:31.23] do we play ball? do we move that weight?\n[01:33.83] all i got for a muthafuckin ho is hate\n[01:36.64] bitch want to get drunk and high\n[01:38.87] point that booty all to the sky\n[01:41.65] square ass bitch go bake a pie\n[01:44.19] get a tatto of a dick in ya eye\n[01:46.88] wanna be flied call Continental bitch\n[01:50.03] then Benz aint a rental\n[01:52.56] sippin on shit that you cant pronounce\n[01:54.50] ho quit starin at my bank account\n[01:57.07] Chorus\n[01:57.58] When i bump on this trouble\n[01:59.91] niggas gettin big money on the double\n[02:02.47] fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[02:05.00] gettin rich bitch it's the only concern\n[02:08.05] (DJ Quik)\n[02:09.54] I'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing\n[02:11.95] P the reason you know\n[02:13.07] cuz pimpin'll have you seeing me wit a bad ass ho\n[02:15.48] legendary my name secondary you came\n[02:17.04] and you wont see me stop makin hits till i walk wit a cane\n[02:20.57] still 5'11\" six feet wit shoes\n[02:23.28] compton OG nigga givin niggas the blues\n[02:26.08] etched in stone, makin yo bitch fetch the bone\n[02:28.64] i'm callin the cops punk muthafuckas catch the phone\n[02:31.23] walkie talkie, the 2way and all of the above\n[02:33.79] nightstick up yo ass till we all seen blood\n[02:36.56] fuck ya, i'm a cop too (what?)\n[02:38.42] i'm a cop me a kilo of yay\n[02:40.17] and try to get it crackin like it's '82\n[02:41.82] with Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace\n[02:45.96] dippin' round the whole place(whole place)\n[02:47.70] fuck a six pack nigga cop the whole case(whole case)\n[02:50.27] and when them marks come nigga crack they whole face\n[02:52.53] the way my glock cock keep a niggas full got him spittin like that pitcher\n[02:56.46] from the KC Royals\n[02:57.66] socked the P.D. haters RIP\n[02:59.81] very sincerely yours\n[03:01.29] Quik nigga please\n[03:03.13] Chorus(3xs)\n[03:34.52] Ahh!\n[03:37.97] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Trouble (feat. 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I'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing\n  P the reason you know\n  cuz pimpin'll have you seeing me wit a bad ass ho\n  legendary my name secondary you came\n  and you wont see me stop makin hits till i walk wit a cane\n  still 5'11\" six feet wit shoes\n  compton OG nigga givin niggas the blues\n  etched in stone, makin yo bitch fetch the bone\n  i'm callin the cops punk muthafuckas catch the phone\n  walkie talkie, the 2way and all of the above\n  nightstick up yo ass till we all seen blood\n  fuck ya, i'm a cop too (what?)\n  i'm a cop me a kilo of yay\n  and try to get it crackin like it's '82\n  with Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace\n  dippin' round the whole place(whole place)\n  fuck a six pack nigga cop the whole case(whole case)\n  and when them marks come nigga crack they whole face\n  the way my glock cock keep a niggas full got him spittin like that pitcher\n  from the KC Royals\n  socked the P.D. haters RIP\n  very sincerely yours\n  Quik nigga please\n\n  Chorus(3xs)\n  Ahh!\n"},{"id":24493712,"name":"Trouble (f. 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Do we move that weight?\nAll I got for a motherfuckin ho is hate\nBitch want to get drunk and high\nPoint that booty on to the sky\nSquare ass bitch go bake a pie\nGet a tattoo of a dick in ya eye\nWant to be flied call Continental (bitch)\nThe Benz ain't a rental\nSippin' on shit that ya can't pronounce\nHo quit staring at my bank account\n\nWhen I bump on this trouble\nNiggas gettin' big money on the double\nFast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\nGettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n\nI'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing\nP the reason you know\nCause pimpin'll have you seeing me with a bad ass ho\nLegendary my name\nSecondary you came\nAnd you won't see me stop making hits till I walk with a cane\nStill five and eleven, six feet with shoes\nCompton, OG nigga givin' niggas the blues\nEtched in stone, makin' yo bitch fetch the bone\nI'm calling the cops punk motherfuckers catch the phone\nThe walkie talkie, the two-way and all of the above\nNightstick up yo ass 'til we all see blood\nFuck ya, I'm a cop too (what?)\nI'm a cop me a kilo of yay\nAnd try to get it crackin' like it's eighty-two (ahh yeah)\nWith Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace\nDippin' round the whole place (whole place)\nFuck a six-pack nigga cop the whole case (whole case)\nAnd when them marks come nigga crack they whole face\nThe way my glock cock keep a niggas full\nGot him spittin' like that pitcher from the KC Royals\nSocked the P.D., haters R.I.P\nVery sincerely yours\nQuik nigga please\n\nWhen I bump on this trouble\nNiggas gettin' big money on the double\nFast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\nGettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n\nWhen I bump on this trouble\nNiggas gettin' big money on the double\nFast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\nGettin' rich bitch is the only concern\nThe only concern\n\nWhen I bump on this trouble\nNiggas gettin' big money on the double\nFast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\nGettin' rich bitch is the only concern\nAhh!","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.28] I'm not ya one hit wonder\n[00:04.21] And when you see me on the streets in a black jeep\n[00:06.64] Know I got the heat up under\n[00:08.23] Not up under the seat, up under my cheek\n[00:10.41] Like so close to me that when I move it squeaks\n[00:13.36] I ain't no big buff dude I'm a rap singer\n[00:16.06] I exercise one muscle that's my strap finger\n[00:18.65] And I can't call it how I see it no more\n[00:20.51] Cause these niggas'll take ya words back and twist em' like a pretzel\n[00:23.97] And these bitches be the same too\n[00:25.72] Comin' with that sob story crocodile tears trying to gang you\n[00:29.09] And that's exactly what the game do\n[00:31.03] And if you ever get caught dirty with a nigga she gon' blame you\n[00:34.23] So what in the hell you want to floss her for?\n[00:36.27] It's supposed to be bout' what a baller nigga cost that ho (yeah)\n[00:39.50] You givin' a game of black eye in ya S-5\n[00:41.80] While you niggas kick back poppin' X you let that cause dry\n[00:44.81] And that bitch supposed to carry her own car note (c'mon, yep)\n[00:47.32] And don't be going for that shit \"I got a sore throat\" (yeah)\n[00:50.02] Give that bitch a couple of Sucrets (mmm hmm)\n[00:51.80] Or give that that ho that application down on Vernon to that duplex (see ya)\n[00:55.99] When I bump on this trouble\n[00:57.56] Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n[01:00.06] Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[01:02.74] Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n[01:05.01] When I bump on this trouble\n[01:06.67] Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n[01:09.22] Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[01:11.82] Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n[01:14.34] The only concern\n[01:15.14] Bitch you get fucked, can't suck\n[01:17.11] But you want a nigga with a million bucks\n[01:19.65] A five-double-o and a Rover truck\n[01:22.28] I bend 'em all over til I know they stuck\n[01:26.23] Want to tell your friends that you fucked with A\n[01:28.66] But how many dicks did ya suck today?\n[01:31.45] Do we play ball? Do we move that weight?\n[01:33.89] All I got for a motherfuckin ho is hate\n[01:36.62] Bitch want to get drunk and high\n[01:39.36] Point that booty on to the sky\n[01:41.87] Square ass bitch go bake a pie\n[01:44.45] Get a tattoo of a dick in ya eye\n[01:47.16] Want to be flied call Continental (bitch)\n[01:50.70] The Benz ain't a rental\n[01:52.27] Sippin' on shit that ya can't pronounce\n[01:54.93] Ho quit staring at my bank account\n[01:58.50] When I bump on this trouble\n[02:00.17] Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n[02:02.75] Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[02:05.32] Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n[02:10.11] I'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing\n[02:11.75] P the reason you know\n[02:12.81] Cause pimpin'll have you seeing me with a bad ass ho\n[02:15.67] Legendary my name\n[02:16.92] Secondary you came\n[02:18.06] And you won't see me stop making hits till I walk with a cane\n[02:20.88] Still five and eleven, six feet with shoes\n[02:23.59] Compton, OG nigga givin' niggas the blues\n[02:26.17] Etched in stone, makin' yo bitch fetch the bone\n[02:28.60] I'm calling the cops punk motherfuckers catch the phone\n[02:31.14] The walkie talkie, the two-way and all of the above\n[02:34.51] Nightstick up yo ass 'til we all see blood\n[02:36.42] Fuck ya, I'm a cop too (what?)\n[02:38.48] I'm a cop me a kilo of yay\n[02:39.90] And try to get it crackin' like it's eighty-two (ahh yeah)\n[02:42.15] With Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace\n[02:45.85] Dippin' round the whole place (whole place)\n[02:47.45] Fuck a six-pack nigga cop the whole case (whole case)\n[02:49.95] And when them marks come nigga crack they whole face\n[02:52.68] The way my glock cock keep a niggas full\n[02:54.62] Got him spittin' like that pitcher from the KC Royals\n[02:57.52] Socked the P.D., haters R.I.P\n[03:00.13] Very sincerely yours\n[03:01.28] Quik nigga please\n[03:03.83] When I bump on this trouble\n[03:05.40] Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n[03:08.02] Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[03:10.63] Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n[03:12.98] When I bump on this trouble\n[03:14.57] Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n[03:17.15] Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[03:19.79] Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n[03:22.23] The only concern\n[03:24.67] When I bump on this trouble\n[03:26.36] Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n[03:28.85] Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[03:31.53] Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n[03:33.55] Ahh!\n[03:33.55] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Trouble (f. 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nigga she gon' blame you\n  So what in the hell you want to floss her for?\n  It's supposed to be bout' what a baller nigga cost that ho (yeah)\n  You givin' a game of black eye in ya S-5\n  While you niggas kick back poppin' X you let that cause dry\n  And that bitch supposed to carry her own car note (c'mon, yep)\n  And don't be going for that shit \"I got a sore throat\" (yeah)\n  Give that bitch a couple of Sucrets (mmm hmm)\n  Or give that that ho that application down on Vernon to that duplex (see ya)\n\n  When I bump on this trouble\n  Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n  Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n  Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n\n  When I bump on this trouble\n  Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n  Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n  Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n  The only concern\n\n  Bitch you get fucked, can't suck\n  But you want a nigga with a million bucks\n  A five-double-o and a Rover truck\n  I bend 'em all over til I know they stuck\n  Want to tell your friends that you fucked with A\n  But how many dicks did ya suck today?\n  Do we play ball? 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 Nightstick up yo ass 'til we all see blood\n  Fuck ya, I'm a cop too (what?)\n  I'm a cop me a kilo of yay\n  And try to get it crackin' like it's eighty-two (ahh yeah)\n  With Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace\n  Dippin' round the whole place (whole place)\n  Fuck a six-pack nigga cop the whole case (whole case)\n  And when them marks come nigga crack they whole face\n  The way my glock cock keep a niggas full\n  Got him spittin' like that pitcher from the KC Royals\n  Socked the P.D., haters R.I.P\n  Very sincerely yours\n  Quik nigga please\n\n  When I bump on this trouble\n  Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n  Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n  Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n\n  When I bump on this trouble\n  Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n  Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n  Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n  The only concern\n\n  When I bump on this trouble\n  Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n  Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n  Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n  Ahh!\n"},{"id":38586779,"name":"dj quik-trouble ft amg","trackName":"dj quik-trouble ft amg","artistName":"DJ Quik","albumName":"Compton","duration":220.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"DJ Quik\n\nI'm not yo one-hit wonder(hell naw)\nand when you see me on the streets in a black Jeep\nknow i got the heat up under\nnot up under my seat but under my cheek\nlike so close to me when i move it squeaks\nI aint no big buff dude i'm a rap singer\ni exercize one muscle that's my strap finger\nand i cant call it how i see it no more\ncuz these niggas will take your words back and twist em like a pretzel\nand these bitche be the same too\ncomin with that sob story crocodile tears tryin to gang you\nand that's exactly what the game do\nand if you ever get caught dirty wit a nigga she gon' blame you\nso what in the hell you wanna floss her for?\nit's supposed to be bout what a baller nigga cost that ho\nyou givin the game a black eye in ya S-5\nwhile you niggas kick back poppin X you let that cuz dry\nand that bitch supposed to carry her own car note\nand dont be goin for that shit \"i got a sore throat \"\ngive that bitch a couple surcrets\nor give that ho that application down on Vernon to that duplex\n\nChorus(AMG)\nwhen i bump on this trouble\nniggas gettin big money on the double\nfast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\ngettin rich bitch is the only concern\n\nwhen i bump on this trouble\nniggas gettin big money on the double\nfast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\ngettin rich bitch is the only concern\nthe only concern\n\n(AMG)\n\nBitch you get fucked can't suck but you want a nigga with a million bucks\na 5 double 0 and Rover truck in the mall ripper till I know they stuck\nwant to tell your friends that you fucked with A\nbut how many dicks did you suck today?\ndo we play ball? do we move that weight?\nall i got for a muthafuckin ho is hate\nbitch want to get drunk and high\npoint that booty all to the sky\nsquare ass bitch go bake a pie\nget a tatto of a dick in ya eye\nwanna be flied call Continental bitch\nthen Benz aint a rental\nsippin on shit that you cant pronounce\nho quit starin at my bank account\n\nChorus\nWhen i bump on this trouble\nniggas gettin big money on the double\nfast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\ngettin rich bitch it's the only concern\n\n(DJ Quik)\nI'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing\nP the reason you know\ncuz pimpin'll have you seeing me wit a bad ass ho\nlegendary my name secondary you came\nand you wont see me stop makin hits till i walk wit a cane\nstill 5'11\" six feet wit shoes\ncompton OG nigga givin niggas the blues\netched in stone, makin yo bitch fetch the bone\ni'm callin the cops punk muthafuckas catch the phone\nwalkie talkie, the 2way and all of the above\nnightstick up yo ass till we all seen blood\nfuck ya, i'm a cop too (what?)\ni'm a cop me a kilo of yay\nand try to get it crackin like it's '82\nwith Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace\ndippin' round the whole place(whole place)\nfuck a six pack nigga cop the whole case(whole case)\nand when them marks come nigga crack they whole face\nthe way my glock cock keep a niggas full got him spittin like that pitcher\nfrom the KC Royals\nsocked the P.D. haters RIP\nvery sincerely yours\nQuik nigga please\n\nChorus(3xs)\nAhh!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.86] DJ Quik\n[00:01.75] I'm not yo one-hit wonder(hell naw)\n[00:04.57] and when you see me on the streets in a black Jeep\n[00:06.62] know i got the heat up under\n[00:07.99] not up under my seat but under my cheek\n[00:10.53] like so close to me when i move it squeaks\n[00:13.05] I aint no big buff dude i'm a rap singer\n[00:15.74] i exercize one muscle that's my strap finger\n[00:18.58] and i cant call it how i see it no more\n[00:20.73] cuz these niggas will take your words back and twist em like a pretzel\n[00:23.52] and these bitche be the same too\n[00:25.74] comin with that sob story crocodile tears tryin to gang you\n[00:28.60] and that's exactly what the game do\n[00:30.88] and if you ever get caught dirty wit a nigga she gon' blame you\n[00:34.07] so what in the hell you wanna floss her for?\n[00:36.22] it's supposed to be bout what a baller nigga cost that ho\n[00:38.73] you givin the game a black eye in ya S-5\n[00:42.02] while you niggas kick back poppin X you let that cuz dry\n[00:44.51] and that bitch supposed to carry her own car note\n[00:47.39] and dont be goin for that shit \"i got a sore throat \"\n[00:49.91] give that bitch a couple surcrets\n[00:52.13] or give that ho that application down on Vernon to that duplex\n[00:54.87] Chorus(AMG)\n[00:55.55] when i bump on this trouble\n[00:57.42] niggas gettin big money on the double\n[00:59.92] fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[01:02.48] gettin rich bitch is the only concern\n[01:04.99] when i bump on this trouble\n[01:06.81] niggas gettin big money on the double\n[01:08.94] fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[01:11.96] gettin rich bitch is the only concern\n[01:13.86] the only concern\n[01:15.39] (AMG)\n[01:15.82] Bitch you get fucked can't suck but you want a nigga with a million bucks\n[01:20.09] a 5 double 0 and Rover truck in the mall ripper till I know they stuck\n[01:25.68] want to tell your friends that you fucked with A\n[01:28.56] but how many dicks did you suck today?\n[01:31.23] do we play ball? do we move that weight?\n[01:33.83] all i got for a muthafuckin ho is hate\n[01:36.64] bitch want to get drunk and high\n[01:38.87] point that booty all to the sky\n[01:41.65] square ass bitch go bake a pie\n[01:44.19] get a tatto of a dick in ya eye\n[01:46.88] wanna be flied call Continental bitch\n[01:50.03] then Benz aint a rental\n[01:52.56] sippin on shit that you cant pronounce\n[01:54.50] ho quit starin at my bank account\n[01:57.07] Chorus\n[01:57.58] When i bump on this trouble\n[01:59.91] niggas gettin big money on the double\n[02:02.47] fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[02:05.00] gettin rich bitch it's the only concern\n[02:08.05] (DJ Quik)\n[02:09.54] I'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing\n[02:11.95] P the reason you know\n[02:13.07] cuz pimpin'll have you seeing me wit a bad ass ho\n[02:15.48] legendary my name secondary you came\n[02:17.04] and you wont see me stop makin hits till i walk wit a cane\n[02:20.57] still 5'11\" six feet wit shoes\n[02:23.28] compton OG nigga givin niggas the blues\n[02:26.08] etched in stone, makin yo bitch fetch the bone\n[02:28.64] i'm callin the cops punk muthafuckas catch the phone\n[02:31.23] walkie talkie, the 2way and all of the above\n[02:33.79] nightstick up yo ass till we all seen blood\n[02:36.56] fuck ya, i'm a cop too (what?)\n[02:38.42] i'm a cop me a kilo of yay\n[02:40.17] and try to get it crackin like it's '82\n[02:41.82] with Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace\n[02:45.96] dippin' round the whole place(whole place)\n[02:47.70] fuck a six pack nigga cop the whole case(whole case)\n[02:50.27] and when them marks come nigga crack they whole face\n[02:52.53] the way my glock cock keep a niggas full got him spittin like that pitcher\n[02:56.46] from the KC Royals\n[02:57.66] socked the P.D. haters RIP\n[02:59.81] very sincerely yours\n[03:01.29] Quik nigga please\n[03:03.13] Chorus(3xs)\n[03:34.52] Ahh!\n[03:37.97] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: dj quik-trouble ft amg\n  artist: DJ Quik\n  album: Compton\n  duration_ms: 220000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: DJ Quik\n  start_ms: 860\n  end_ms: 1750\n- text: I'm not yo one-hit wonder(hell naw)\n  start_ms: 1750\n  end_ms: 4570\n- text: and when you see me on the streets in a black Jeep\n  start_ms: 4570\n  end_ms: 6620\n- text: know i got the heat up under\n  start_ms: 6620\n  end_ms: 7990\n- text: not up under my seat but under my cheek\n  start_ms: 7990\n  end_ms: 10530\n- text: like so close to me when i move it squeaks\n  start_ms: 10530\n  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crackin like it's '82\n  with Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace\n  dippin' round the whole place(whole place)\n  fuck a six pack nigga cop the whole case(whole case)\n  and when them marks come nigga crack they whole face\n  the way my glock cock keep a niggas full got him spittin like that pitcher\n  from the KC Royals\n  socked the P.D. haters RIP\n  very sincerely yours\n  Quik nigga please\n\n  Chorus(3xs)\n  Ahh!\n"},{"id":20920751,"name":"Trouble","trackName":"Trouble","artistName":"DJ Quik","albumName":"Trouble (CDS)","duration":217.788167,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm not ya one hit wonder\nAnd when you see me on the streets in a black jeep\nKnow I got the heat up under\nNot up under the seat, up under my cheek\nLike so close to me that when I move it squeaks\nI ain't no big buff dude I'm a rap singer\nI exercise one muscle that's my strap finger\nAnd I can't call it how I see it no more\nCause these niggas'll take ya words back and twist em' like a pretzel\nAnd these bitches be the same too\nComin' with that sob story crocodile tears trying to gang you\nAnd that's exactly what the game do\nAnd if you ever get caught dirty with a nigga she gon' blame you\nSo what in the hell you want to floss her for?\nIt's supposed to be bout' what a baller nigga cost that ho (yeah)\nYou givin' a game of black eye in ya S-5\nWhile you niggas kick back poppin' X you let that cause dry\nAnd that bitch supposed to carry her own car note (c'mon, yep)\nAnd don't be going for that shit \"I got a sore throat\" (yeah)\nGive that bitch a couple of Sucrets (mmm hmm)\nOr give that that ho that application down on Vernon to that duplex (see ya)\n\nWhen I bump on this trouble\nNiggas gettin' big money on the double\nFast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\nGettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n\nWhen I bump on this trouble\nNiggas gettin' big money on the double\nFast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\nGettin' rich bitch is the only concern\nThe only concern\n\nBitch you get fucked, can't suck\nBut you want a nigga with a million bucks\nA five-double-o and a Rover truck\nI bend 'em all over til I know they stuck\nWant to tell your friends that you fucked with A\nBut how many dicks did ya suck today?\nDo we play ball? Do we move that weight?\nAll I got for a motherfuckin ho is hate\nBitch want to get drunk and high\nPoint that booty on to the sky\nSquare ass bitch go bake a pie\nGet a tattoo of a dick in ya eye\nWant to be flied call Continental (bitch)\nThe Benz ain't a rental\nSippin' on shit that ya can't pronounce\nHo quit staring at my bank account\n\nWhen I bump on this trouble\nNiggas gettin' big money on the double\nFast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\nGettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n\nI'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing\nP the reason you know\nCause pimpin'll have you seeing me with a bad ass ho\nLegendary my name\nSecondary you came\nAnd you won't see me stop making hits till I walk with a cane\nStill five and eleven, six feet with shoes\nCompton, OG nigga givin' niggas the blues\nEtched in stone, makin' yo bitch fetch the bone\nI'm calling the cops punk motherfuckers catch the phone\nThe walkie talkie, the two-way and all of the above\nNightstick up yo ass 'til we all see blood\nFuck ya, I'm a cop too (what?)\nI'm a cop me a kilo of yay\nAnd try to get it crackin' like it's eighty-two (ahh yeah)\nWith Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace\nDippin' round the whole place (whole place)\nFuck a six-pack nigga cop the whole case (whole case)\nAnd when them marks come nigga crack they whole face\nThe way my glock cock keep a niggas full\nGot him spittin' like that pitcher from the KC Royals\nSocked the P.D., haters R.I.P\nVery sincerely yours\nQuik nigga please\n\nWhen I bump on this trouble\nNiggas gettin' big money on the double\nFast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\nGettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n\nWhen I bump on this trouble\nNiggas gettin' big money on the double\nFast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\nGettin' rich bitch is the only concern\nThe only concern\n\nWhen I bump on this trouble\nNiggas gettin' big money on the double\nFast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\nGettin' rich bitch is the only concern\nAhh!","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.72] I'm not ya one hit wonder\n[00:04.18] And when you see me on the streets in a black jeep\n[00:06.63] Know I got the heat up under\n[00:08.08] Not up under the seat, up under my cheek\n[00:10.25] Like so close to me that when I move it squeaks\n[00:13.13] I ain't no big buff dude I'm a rap singer\n[00:15.87] I exercise one muscle that's my strap finger\n[00:18.57] And I can't call it how I see it no more\n[00:20.45] Cause these niggas'll take ya words back and twist em' like a pretzel\n[00:23.66] And these bitches be the same too\n[00:25.36] Comin' with that sob story crocodile tears trying to gang you\n[00:28.95] And that's exactly what the game do\n[00:30.96] And if you ever get caught dirty with a nigga she gon' blame you\n[00:33.92] So what in the hell you want to floss her for?\n[00:36.09] It's supposed to be bout' what a baller nigga cost that ho (yeah)\n[00:39.23] You givin' a game of black eye in ya S-5\n[00:41.75] While you niggas kick back poppin' X you let that cause dry\n[00:44.74] And that bitch supposed to carry her own car note (c'mon, yep)\n[00:47.38] And don't be going for that shit \"I got a sore throat\" (yeah)\n[00:49.63] Give that bitch a couple of Sucrets (mmm hmm)\n[00:51.62] Or give that that ho that application down on Vernon to that duplex (see ya)\n[00:55.84] When I bump on this trouble\n[00:57.30] Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n[00:59.98] Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[01:02.67] Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n[01:04.73] When I bump on this trouble\n[01:06.53] Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n[01:08.92] Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[01:11.51] Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n[01:14.19] The only concern\n[01:14.42] Bitch you get fucked, can't suck\n[01:16.83] But you want a nigga with a million bucks\n[01:19.58] A five-double-o and a Rover truck\n[01:21.95] I bend 'em all over til I know they stuck\n[01:26.02] Want to tell your friends that you fucked with A\n[01:28.42] But how many dicks did ya suck today?\n[01:31.28] Do we play ball? Do we move that weight?\n[01:33.59] All I got for a motherfuckin ho is hate\n[01:36.50] Bitch want to get drunk and high\n[01:39.03] Point that booty on to the sky\n[01:41.66] Square ass bitch go bake a pie\n[01:44.36] Get a tattoo of a dick in ya eye\n[01:46.89] Want to be flied call Continental (bitch)\n[01:50.32] The Benz ain't a rental\n[01:52.28] Sippin' on shit that ya can't pronounce\n[01:54.68] Ho quit staring at my bank account\n[01:58.36] When I bump on this trouble\n[02:00.03] Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n[02:02.43] Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[02:05.24] Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n[02:09.98] I'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing\n[02:11.65] P the reason you know\n[02:12.89] Cause pimpin'll have you seeing me with a bad ass ho\n[02:15.58] Legendary my name\n[02:16.83] Secondary you came\n[02:18.06] And you won't see me stop making hits till I walk with a cane\n[02:20.70] Still five and eleven, six feet with shoes\n[02:23.47] Compton, OG nigga givin' niggas the blues\n[02:25.88] Etched in stone, makin' yo bitch fetch the bone\n[02:28.51] I'm calling the cops punk motherfuckers catch the phone\n[02:31.07] The walkie talkie, the two-way and all of the above\n[02:33.70] Nightstick up yo ass 'til we all see blood\n[02:36.35] Fuck ya, I'm a cop too (what?)\n[02:38.34] I'm a cop me a kilo of yay\n[02:39.76] And try to get it crackin' like it's eighty-two (ahh yeah)\n[02:41.77] With Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace\n[02:45.67] Dippin' round the whole place (whole place)\n[02:47.14] Fuck a six-pack nigga cop the whole case (whole case)\n[02:49.87] And when them marks come nigga crack they whole face\n[02:52.47] The way my glock cock keep a niggas full\n[02:54.48] Got him spittin' like that pitcher from the KC Royals\n[02:57.43] Socked the P.D., haters R.I.P\n[02:59.93] Very sincerely yours\n[03:01.38] Quik nigga please\n[03:03.46] When I bump on this trouble\n[03:05.12] Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n[03:07.57] Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[03:10.32] Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n[03:12.76] When I bump on this trouble\n[03:14.40] Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n[03:17.07] Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[03:19.33] Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n[03:22.36] The only concern\n[03:24.46] When I bump on this trouble\n[03:26.11] Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n[03:28.79] Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[03:31.33] Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n[03:33.42] Ahh!\n[03:35.87] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Trouble\n  artist: DJ Quik\n  album: Trouble (CDS)\n  duration_ms: 217788\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I'm not ya one hit wonder\n  start_ms: 1720\n  end_ms: 4180\n- text: And when you see me on the streets in a black jeep\n  start_ms: 4180\n  end_ms: 6630\n- text: Know I got the heat up under\n  start_ms: 6630\n  end_ms: 8080\n- text: Not up under the seat, up under my cheek\n  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Do we move that weight?\n  All I got for a motherfuckin ho is hate\n  Bitch want to get drunk and high\n  Point that booty on to the sky\n  Square ass bitch go bake a pie\n  Get a tattoo of a dick in ya eye\n  Want to be flied call Continental (bitch)\n  The Benz ain't a rental\n  Sippin' on shit that ya can't pronounce\n  Ho quit staring at my bank account\n\n  When I bump on this trouble\n  Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n  Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n  Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n\n  I'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing\n  P the reason you know\n  Cause pimpin'll have you seeing me with a bad ass ho\n  Legendary my name\n  Secondary you came\n  And you won't see me stop making hits till I walk with a cane\n  Still five and eleven, six feet with shoes\n  Compton, OG nigga givin' niggas the blues\n  Etched in stone, makin' yo bitch fetch the bone\n  I'm calling the cops punk motherfuckers catch the phone\n  The walkie talkie, the two-way and all of the above\n  Nightstick up yo ass 'til we all see blood\n  Fuck ya, I'm a cop too (what?)\n  I'm a cop me a kilo of yay\n  And try to get it crackin' like it's eighty-two (ahh yeah)\n  With Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace\n  Dippin' round the whole place (whole place)\n  Fuck a six-pack nigga cop the whole case (whole case)\n  And when them marks come nigga crack they whole face\n  The way my glock cock keep a niggas full\n  Got him spittin' like that pitcher from the KC Royals\n  Socked the P.D., haters R.I.P\n  Very sincerely yours\n  Quik nigga please\n\n  When I bump on this trouble\n  Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n  Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n  Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n\n  When I bump on this trouble\n  Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n  Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n  Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n  The only concern\n\n  When I bump on this trouble\n  Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n  Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n  Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n  Ahh!\n"},{"id":11311199,"name":"Trouble","trackName":"Trouble","artistName":"DJ Quik feat. 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do we move that weight?\nall i got for a muthafuckin ho is hate\nbitch want to get drunk and high\npoint that booty all to the sky\nsquare ass bitch go bake a pie\nget a tatto of a dick in ya eye\nwanna be flied call Continental bitch\nthen Benz aint a rental\nsippin on shit that you cant pronounce\nho quit starin at my bank account\n\nChorus\nWhen i bump on this trouble\nniggas gettin big money on the double\nfast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\ngettin rich bitch it's the only concern\n\n(DJ Quik)\nI'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing\nP the reason you know\ncuz pimpin'll have you seeing me wit a bad ass ho\nlegendary my name secondary you came\nand you wont see me stop makin hits till i walk wit a cane\nstill 5'11\" six feet wit shoes\ncompton OG nigga givin niggas the blues\netched in stone, makin yo bitch fetch the bone\ni'm callin the cops punk muthafuckas catch the phone\nwalkie talkie, the 2way and all of the above\nnightstick up yo ass till we all seen blood\nfuck ya, i'm a cop too (what?)\ni'm a cop me a kilo of yay\nand try to get it crackin like it's '82\nwith Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace\ndippin' round the whole place(whole place)\nfuck a six pack nigga cop the whole case(whole case)\nand when them marks come nigga crack they whole face\nthe way my glock cock keep a niggas full got him spittin like that pitcher\nfrom the KC Royals\nsocked the P.D. haters RIP\nvery sincerely yours\nQuik nigga please\n\nChorus(3xs)\nAhh!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.86] DJ Quik\n[00:01.75] I'm not yo one-hit wonder(hell naw)\n[00:04.57] and when you see me on the streets in a black Jeep\n[00:06.62] know i got the heat up under\n[00:07.99] not up under my seat but under my cheek\n[00:10.53] like so close to me when i move it squeaks\n[00:13.05] I aint no big buff dude i'm a rap singer\n[00:15.74] i exercize one muscle that's my strap finger\n[00:18.58] and i cant call it how i see it no more\n[00:20.73] cuz these niggas will take your words back and twist em like a pretzel\n[00:23.52] and these bitche be the same too\n[00:25.74] comin with that sob story crocodile tears tryin to gang you\n[00:28.60] and that's exactly what the game do\n[00:30.88] and if you ever get caught dirty wit a nigga she gon' blame you\n[00:34.07] so what in the hell you wanna floss her for?\n[00:36.22] it's supposed to be bout what a baller nigga cost that ho\n[00:38.73] you givin the game a black eye in ya S-5\n[00:42.02] while you niggas kick back poppin X you let that cuz dry\n[00:44.51] and that bitch supposed to carry her own car note\n[00:47.39] and dont be goin for that shit \"i got a sore throat \"\n[00:49.91] give that bitch a couple surcrets\n[00:52.13] or give that ho that application down on Vernon to that duplex\n[00:54.87] Chorus(AMG)\n[00:55.55] when i bump on this trouble\n[00:57.42] niggas gettin big money on the double\n[00:59.92] fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[01:02.48] gettin rich bitch is the only concern\n[01:04.99] when i bump on this trouble\n[01:06.81] niggas gettin big money on the double\n[01:08.94] fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[01:11.96] gettin rich bitch is the only concern\n[01:13.86] the only concern\n[01:15.39] (AMG)\n[01:15.82] Bitch you get fucked can't suck but you want a nigga with a million bucks\n[01:20.09] a 5 double 0 and Rover truck in the mall ripper till I know they stuck\n[01:25.68] want to tell your friends that you fucked with A\n[01:28.56] but how many dicks did you suck today?\n[01:31.23] do we play ball? do we move that weight?\n[01:33.83] all i got for a muthafuckin ho is hate\n[01:36.64] bitch want to get drunk and high\n[01:38.87] point that booty all to the sky\n[01:41.65] square ass bitch go bake a pie\n[01:44.19] get a tatto of a dick in ya eye\n[01:46.88] wanna be flied call Continental bitch\n[01:50.03] then Benz aint a rental\n[01:52.56] sippin on shit that you cant pronounce\n[01:54.50] ho quit starin at my bank account\n[01:57.07] Chorus\n[01:57.58] When i bump on this trouble\n[01:59.91] niggas gettin big money on the double\n[02:02.47] fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[02:05.00] gettin rich bitch it's the only concern\n[02:08.05] (DJ Quik)\n[02:09.54] I'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing\n[02:11.95] P the reason you know\n[02:13.07] cuz pimpin'll have you seeing me wit a bad ass ho\n[02:15.48] legendary my name secondary you came\n[02:17.04] and you wont see me stop makin hits till i walk wit a cane\n[02:20.57] still 5'11\" six feet wit shoes\n[02:23.28] compton OG nigga givin niggas the blues\n[02:26.08] etched in stone, makin yo bitch fetch the bone\n[02:28.64] i'm callin the cops punk muthafuckas catch the phone\n[02:31.23] walkie talkie, the 2way and all of the above\n[02:33.79] nightstick up yo ass till we all seen blood\n[02:36.56] fuck ya, i'm a cop too (what?)\n[02:38.42] i'm a cop me a kilo of yay\n[02:40.17] and try to get it crackin like it's '82\n[02:41.82] with Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace\n[02:45.96] dippin' round the whole place(whole place)\n[02:47.70] fuck a six pack nigga cop the whole case(whole case)\n[02:50.27] and when them marks come nigga crack they whole face\n[02:52.53] the way my glock cock keep a niggas full got him spittin like that pitcher\n[02:56.46] from the KC Royals\n[02:57.66] socked the P.D. haters RIP\n[02:59.81] very sincerely yours\n[03:01.29] Quik nigga please\n[03:03.13] Chorus(3xs)\n[03:34.52] Ahh!\n[03:37.97] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Trouble\n  artist: DJ Quik feat. 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 Ahh!\n"},{"id":15386862,"name":"Trouble ft. 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AMG","artistName":"DJ Quik","albumName":"Trouble","duration":218.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"DJ Quik\n\nI'm not yo one-hit wonder(hell naw)\nand when you see me on the streets in a black Jeep\nknow i got the heat up under\nnot up under my seat but under my cheek\nlike so close to me when i move it squeaks\nI aint no big buff dude i'm a rap singer\ni exercize one muscle that's my strap finger\nand i cant call it how i see it no more\ncuz these niggas will take your words back and twist em like a pretzel\nand these bitche be the same too\ncomin with that sob story crocodile tears tryin to gang you\nand that's exactly what the game do\nand if you ever get caught dirty wit a nigga she gon' blame you\nso what in the hell you wanna floss her for?\nit's supposed to be bout what a baller nigga cost that ho\nyou givin the game a black eye in ya S-5\nwhile you niggas kick back poppin X you let that cuz dry\nand that bitch supposed to carry her own car note\nand dont be goin for that shit \"i got a sore throat \"\ngive that bitch a couple surcrets\nor give that ho that application down on Vernon to that duplex\n\nChorus(AMG)\nwhen i bump on this trouble\nniggas gettin big money on the double\nfast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\ngettin rich bitch is the only concern\n\nwhen i bump on this trouble\nniggas gettin big money on the double\nfast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\ngettin rich bitch is the only concern\nthe only concern\n\n(AMG)\n\nBitch you get fucked can't suck but you want a nigga with a million bucks\na 5 double 0 and Rover truck in the mall ripper till I know they stuck\nwant to tell your friends that you fucked with A\nbut how many dicks did you suck today?\ndo we play ball? do we move that weight?\nall i got for a muthafuckin ho is hate\nbitch want to get drunk and high\npoint that booty all to the sky\nsquare ass bitch go bake a pie\nget a tatto of a dick in ya eye\nwanna be flied call Continental bitch\nthen Benz aint a rental\nsippin on shit that you cant pronounce\nho quit starin at my bank account\n\nChorus\nWhen i bump on this trouble\nniggas gettin big money on the double\nfast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\ngettin rich bitch it's the only concern\n\n(DJ Quik)\nI'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing\nP the reason you know\ncuz pimpin'll have you seeing me wit a bad ass ho\nlegendary my name secondary you came\nand you wont see me stop makin hits till i walk wit a cane\nstill 5'11\" six feet wit shoes\ncompton OG nigga givin niggas the blues\netched in stone, makin yo bitch fetch the bone\ni'm callin the cops punk muthafuckas catch the phone\nwalkie talkie, the 2way and all of the above\nnightstick up yo ass till we all seen blood\nfuck ya, i'm a cop too (what?)\ni'm a cop me a kilo of yay\nand try to get it crackin like it's '82\nwith Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace\ndippin' round the whole place(whole place)\nfuck a six pack nigga cop the whole case(whole case)\nand when them marks come nigga crack they whole face\nthe way my glock cock keep a niggas full got him spittin like that pitcher\nfrom the KC Royals\nsocked the P.D. haters RIP\nvery sincerely yours\nQuik nigga please\n\nChorus(3xs)\nAhh!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Trouble ft. AMG\n  artist: DJ Quik\n  album: Trouble\n  duration_ms: 218000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  DJ Quik\n\n  I'm not yo one-hit wonder(hell naw)\n  and when you see me on the streets in a black Jeep\n  know i got the heat up under\n  not up under my seat but under my cheek\n  like so close to me when i move it squeaks\n  I aint no big buff dude i'm a rap singer\n  i exercize one muscle that's my strap finger\n  and i cant call it how i see it no more\n  cuz these niggas will take your words back and twist em like a pretzel\n  and these bitche be the same too\n  comin with that sob story crocodile tears tryin to gang you\n  and that's exactly what the game do\n  and if you ever get caught dirty wit a nigga she gon' blame you\n  so what in the hell you wanna floss her for?\n  it's supposed to be bout what a baller nigga cost that ho\n  you givin the game a black eye in ya S-5\n  while you niggas kick back poppin X you let that cuz dry\n  and that bitch supposed to carry her own car note\n  and dont be goin for that shit \"i got a sore throat \"\n  give that bitch a couple surcrets\n  or give that ho that application down on Vernon to that duplex\n\n  Chorus(AMG)\n  when i bump on this trouble\n  niggas gettin big money on the double\n  fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n  gettin rich bitch is the only concern\n\n  when i bump on this trouble\n  niggas gettin big money on the double\n  fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n  gettin rich bitch is the only concern\n  the only concern\n\n  (AMG)\n\n  Bitch you get fucked can't suck but you want a nigga with a million bucks\n  a 5 double 0 and Rover truck in the mall ripper till I know they stuck\n  want to tell your friends that you fucked with A\n  but how many dicks did you suck today?\n  do we play ball? do we move that weight?\n  all i got for a muthafuckin ho is hate\n  bitch want to get drunk and high\n  point that booty all to the sky\n  square ass bitch go bake a pie\n  get a tatto of a dick in ya eye\n  wanna be flied call Continental bitch\n  then Benz aint a rental\n  sippin on shit that you cant pronounce\n  ho quit starin at my bank account\n\n  Chorus\n  When i bump on this trouble\n  niggas gettin big money on the double\n  fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n  gettin rich bitch it's the only concern\n\n  (DJ Quik)\n  I'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing\n  P the reason you know\n  cuz pimpin'll have you seeing me wit a bad ass ho\n  legendary my name secondary you came\n  and you wont see me stop makin hits till i walk wit a cane\n  still 5'11\" six feet wit shoes\n  compton OG nigga givin niggas the blues\n  etched in stone, makin yo bitch fetch the bone\n  i'm callin the cops punk muthafuckas catch the phone\n  walkie talkie, the 2way and all of the above\n  nightstick up yo ass till we all seen blood\n  fuck ya, i'm a cop too (what?)\n  i'm a cop me a kilo of yay\n  and try to get it crackin like it's '82\n  with Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace\n  dippin' round the whole place(whole place)\n  fuck a six pack nigga cop the whole case(whole case)\n  and when them marks come nigga crack they whole face\n  the way my glock cock keep a niggas full got him spittin like that pitcher\n  from the KC Royals\n  socked the P.D. haters RIP\n  very sincerely yours\n  Quik nigga please\n\n  Chorus(3xs)\n  Ahh!\n"},{"id":6289661,"name":"Trouble","trackName":"Trouble","artistName":"DJ Quik","albumName":"Under Tha Influence","duration":220.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[DJ Quik]\nI'm not ya one hit wonder\nAnd when you see me on the streets in a black jeep\nKnow I got the heat up under\nNot up under the seat, up under my cheek\nLike so close to me that when I move it squeaks\nI ain't no big buff dude I'm a rap singer\nI exercise one muscle that's my strap finger\nAnd I can't call it how I see it no more\nCause these niggas'll take ya words back and twist em' like a pretzel\nAnd these bitches be the same too\nComin' with that sob story crocodile tears trying to gang you\nAnd that's exactly what the game do\nAnd if you ever get caught dirty with a nigga she gon' blame you\nSo what in the hell you want to floss her for?\nIt's supposed to be bout' what a baller nigga cost that ho (yeah)\nYou givin' a game of black eye in ya S-5\nWhile you niggas kick back poppin' X you let that 'cause' dry\nAnd that bitch supposed to carry her own car note (c'mon, yep)\nAnd don't be going for that shit \"I got a sore throat\" (yeah)\nGive that bitch a couple of Sucrets (mmm hmm)\nOr give that that ho that application down on Vernon to that duplex (see ya)\n[Chorus: AMG]\nWhen I bump on this trouble\nNiggas gettin' big money on the double\nFast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\nGettin' rich bitch is the only concern\nWhen I bump on this trouble\nNiggas gettin' big money on the double\nFast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\nGettin' rich bitch is the only concern\nThe only concern\n[AMG]\nBitch you get fucked, can't suck but you want a nigga with a million bucks\nA 5-double-O and a Rover truck up in the mall ripper till I know they stuck\nWant to tell your friends that you fucked with A\nBut how many dicks did ya suck today?\nDo we play ball? Do we move that weight?\nAll I got for a motherfuckin ho is hate\nBitch want to get drunk and high\nPoint that booty on to the sky\nSquare ass bitch go bake a pie\nGet a tattoo of a dick in ya eye\nWant to be flied call Continental (bitch)\nThe Benz ain't a rental\nSippin' on shit that ya can't pronounce\nHo quit staring at my bank account\n[Chorus]\n[DJ Quik]\nI'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing\nP the reason you know\nCause pimpin'll have you seeing me with a bad ass ho\nLegendary my name\nSecondary you came\nAnd you won't see me stop making hits 'till I walk with a cane\nStill 5'11\", 6 feet with shoes\nCompton, OG nigga givin' niggas the blues\nEtched in stone, makin' yo bitch fetch the bone\nI'm calling the cops punk motherfuckers catch the phone\nThe walkie talkie, the 2-way and all of the above\nNightstick up yo ass too we all seen blood\nFuck ya, I'm a cop too (what?)\nI'm a cop me a kilo of yay\nAnd try to get it crackin' like it's '82 (yeah)\nWith Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace\nDippin' round the whole place (whole place)\nFuck a 6-pack nigga cop the whole case (whole case)\nAnd when them marks come nigga crack they whole face\nThe way my glock cock keep a niggas full got him spittin' like that pitcher\nFrom the KC Royals\nSocked the P.D., haters R.I.P.\nVery sincerely yours\nQuik nigga please\n[Chorus]\nWhen I bump on this trouble\nNiggas gettin' big money on the double\nFast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\nGettin' rich bitch is the only concern","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Trouble\n  artist: DJ Quik\n  album: Under Tha Influence\n  duration_ms: 220000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [DJ Quik]\n  I'm not ya one hit wonder\n  And when you see me on the streets in a black jeep\n  Know I got the heat up under\n  Not up under the seat, up under my cheek\n  Like so close to me that when I move it squeaks\n  I ain't no big buff dude I'm a rap singer\n  I exercise one muscle that's my strap finger\n  And I can't call it how I see it no more\n  Cause these niggas'll take ya words back and twist em' like a pretzel\n  And these bitches be the same too\n  Comin' with that sob story crocodile tears trying to gang you\n  And that's exactly what the game do\n  And if you ever get caught dirty with a nigga she gon' blame you\n  So what in the hell you want to floss her for?\n  It's supposed to be bout' what a baller nigga cost that ho (yeah)\n  You givin' a game of black eye in ya S-5\n  While you niggas kick back poppin' X you let that 'cause' dry\n  And that bitch supposed to carry her own car note (c'mon, yep)\n  And don't be going for that shit \"I got a sore throat\" (yeah)\n  Give that bitch a couple of Sucrets (mmm hmm)\n  Or give that that ho that application down on Vernon to that duplex (see ya)\n  [Chorus: AMG]\n  When I bump on this trouble\n  Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n  Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n  Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n  When I bump on this trouble\n  Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n  Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n  Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n  The only concern\n  [AMG]\n  Bitch you get fucked, can't suck but you want a nigga with a million bucks\n  A 5-double-O and a Rover truck up in the mall ripper till I know they stuck\n  Want to tell your friends that you fucked with A\n  But how many dicks did ya suck today?\n  Do we play ball? Do we move that weight?\n  All I got for a motherfuckin ho is hate\n  Bitch want to get drunk and high\n  Point that booty on to the sky\n  Square ass bitch go bake a pie\n  Get a tattoo of a dick in ya eye\n  Want to be flied call Continental (bitch)\n  The Benz ain't a rental\n  Sippin' on shit that ya can't pronounce\n  Ho quit staring at my bank account\n  [Chorus]\n  [DJ Quik]\n  I'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing\n  P the reason you know\n  Cause pimpin'll have you seeing me with a bad ass ho\n  Legendary my name\n  Secondary you came\n  And you won't see me stop making hits 'till I walk with a cane\n  Still 5'11\", 6 feet with shoes\n  Compton, OG nigga givin' niggas the blues\n  Etched in stone, makin' yo bitch fetch the bone\n  I'm calling the cops punk motherfuckers catch the phone\n  The walkie talkie, the 2-way and all of the above\n  Nightstick up yo ass too we all seen blood\n  Fuck ya, I'm a cop too (what?)\n  I'm a cop me a kilo of yay\n  And try to get it crackin' like it's '82 (yeah)\n  With Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace\n  Dippin' round the whole place (whole place)\n  Fuck a 6-pack nigga cop the whole case (whole case)\n  And when them marks come nigga crack they whole face\n  The way my glock cock keep a niggas full got him spittin' like that pitcher\n  From the KC Royals\n  Socked the P.D., haters R.I.P.\n  Very sincerely yours\n  Quik nigga please\n  [Chorus]\n  When I bump on this trouble\n  Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n  Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n  Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n"},{"id":24936460,"name":"Trouble","trackName":"Trouble","artistName":"DJ Quik","albumName":"Greatest Hits: Live At The Hou","duration":163.970612,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[DJ Quik]\nI'm not ya one hit wonder\nAnd when you see me on the streets in a black jeep\nKnow I got the heat up under\nNot up under the seat, up under my cheek\nLike so close to me that when I move it squeaks\nI ain't no big buff dude I'm a rap singer\nI exercise one muscle that's my strap finger\nAnd I can't call it how I see it no more\nCause these niggas'll take ya words back and twist em' like a pretzel\nAnd these bitches be the same too\nComin' with that sob story crocodile tears trying to gang you\nAnd that's exactly what the game do\nAnd if you ever get caught dirty with a nigga she gon' blame you\nSo what in the hell you want to floss her for?\nIt's supposed to be bout' what a baller nigga cost that ho (yeah)\nYou givin' a game of black eye in ya S-5\nWhile you niggas kick back poppin' X you let that 'cause' dry\nAnd that bitch supposed to carry her own car note (c'mon, yep)\nAnd don't be going for that shit \"I got a sore throat\" (yeah)\nGive that bitch a couple of Sucrets (mmm hmm)\nOr give that that ho that application down on Vernon to that duplex (see ya)\n[Chorus: AMG]\nWhen I bump on this trouble\nNiggas gettin' big money on the double\nFast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\nGettin' rich bitch is the only concern\nWhen I bump on this trouble\nNiggas gettin' big money on the double\nFast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\nGettin' rich bitch is the only concern\nThe only concern\n[AMG]\nBitch you get fucked, can't suck but you want a nigga with a million bucks\nA 5-double-O and a Rover truck up in the mall ripper till I know they stuck\nWant to tell your friends that you fucked with A\nBut how many dicks did ya suck today?\nDo we play ball? Do we move that weight?\nAll I got for a motherfuckin ho is hate\nBitch want to get drunk and high\nPoint that booty on to the sky\nSquare ass bitch go bake a pie\nGet a tattoo of a dick in ya eye\nWant to be flied call Continental (bitch)\nThe Benz ain't a rental\nSippin' on shit that ya can't pronounce\nHo quit staring at my bank account\n[Chorus]\n[DJ Quik]\nI'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing\nP the reason you know\nCause pimpin'll have you seeing me with a bad ass ho\nLegendary my name\nSecondary you came\nAnd you won't see me stop making hits 'till I walk with a cane\nStill 5'11\", 6 feet with shoes\nCompton, OG nigga givin' niggas the blues\nEtched in stone, makin' yo bitch fetch the bone\nI'm calling the cops punk motherfuckers catch the phone\nThe walkie talkie, the 2-way and all of the above\nNightstick up yo ass too we all seen blood\nFuck ya, I'm a cop too (what?)\nI'm a cop me a kilo of yay\nAnd try to get it crackin' like it's '82 (yeah)\nWith Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace\nDippin' round the whole place (whole place)\nFuck a 6-pack nigga cop the whole case (whole case)\nAnd when them marks come nigga crack they whole face\nThe way my glock cock keep a niggas full got him spittin' like that pitcher\nFrom the KC Royals\nSocked the P.D., haters R.I.P.\nVery sincerely yours\nQuik nigga please\n[Chorus]\nWhen I bump on this trouble\nNiggas gettin' big money on the double\nFast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\nGettin' rich bitch is the only concern","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Trouble\n  artist: DJ Quik\n  album: 'Greatest Hits: Live At The Hou'\n  duration_ms: 163971\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [DJ Quik]\n  I'm not ya one hit wonder\n  And when you see me on the streets in a black jeep\n  Know I got the heat up under\n  Not up under the seat, up under my cheek\n  Like so close to me that when I move it squeaks\n  I ain't no big buff dude I'm a rap singer\n  I exercise one muscle that's my strap finger\n  And I can't call it how I see it no more\n  Cause these niggas'll take ya words back and twist em' like a pretzel\n  And these bitches be the same too\n  Comin' with that sob story crocodile tears trying to gang you\n  And that's exactly what the game do\n  And if you ever get caught dirty with a nigga she gon' blame you\n  So what in the hell you want to floss her for?\n  It's supposed to be bout' what a baller nigga cost that ho (yeah)\n  You givin' a game of black eye in ya S-5\n  While you niggas kick back poppin' X you let that 'cause' dry\n  And that bitch supposed to carry her own car note (c'mon, yep)\n  And don't be going for that shit \"I got a sore throat\" (yeah)\n  Give that bitch a couple of Sucrets (mmm hmm)\n  Or give that that ho that application down on Vernon to that duplex (see ya)\n  [Chorus: AMG]\n  When I bump on this trouble\n  Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n  Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n  Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n  When I bump on this trouble\n  Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n  Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n  Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n  The only concern\n  [AMG]\n  Bitch you get fucked, can't suck but you want a nigga with a million bucks\n  A 5-double-O and a Rover truck up in the mall ripper till I know they stuck\n  Want to tell your friends that you fucked with A\n  But how many dicks did ya suck today?\n  Do we play ball? Do we move that weight?\n  All I got for a motherfuckin ho is hate\n  Bitch want to get drunk and high\n  Point that booty on to the sky\n  Square ass bitch go bake a pie\n  Get a tattoo of a dick in ya eye\n  Want to be flied call Continental (bitch)\n  The Benz ain't a rental\n  Sippin' on shit that ya can't pronounce\n  Ho quit staring at my bank account\n  [Chorus]\n  [DJ Quik]\n  I'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing\n  P the reason you know\n  Cause pimpin'll have you seeing me with a bad ass ho\n  Legendary my name\n  Secondary you came\n  And you won't see me stop making hits 'till I walk with a cane\n  Still 5'11\", 6 feet with shoes\n  Compton, OG nigga givin' niggas the blues\n  Etched in stone, makin' yo bitch fetch the bone\n  I'm calling the cops punk motherfuckers catch the phone\n  The walkie talkie, the 2-way and all of the above\n  Nightstick up yo ass too we all seen blood\n  Fuck ya, I'm a cop too (what?)\n  I'm a cop me a kilo of yay\n  And try to get it crackin' like it's '82 (yeah)\n  With Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace\n  Dippin' round the whole place (whole place)\n  Fuck a 6-pack nigga cop the whole case (whole case)\n  And when them marks come nigga crack they whole face\n  The way my glock cock keep a niggas full got him spittin' like that pitcher\n  From the KC Royals\n  Socked the P.D., haters R.I.P.\n  Very sincerely yours\n  Quik nigga please\n  [Chorus]\n  When I bump on this trouble\n  Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n  Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n  Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n"},{"id":21624037,"name":"Trouble","trackName":"Trouble","artistName":"DJ Quik","albumName":"Turntable Torture","duration":127.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm not ya one hit wonder\nAnd when you see me on the streets in a black jeep\nKnow I got the heat up under\nNot up under the seat, up under my cheek\nLike so close to me that when I move it squeaks\nI ain't no big buff dude I'm a rap singer\nI exercise one muscle that's my strap finger\nAnd I can't call it how I see it no more\nCause these niggas'll take ya words back and twist em' like a pretzel\nAnd these bitches be the same too\nComin' with that sob story crocodile tears trying to gang you\nAnd that's exactly what the game do\nAnd if you ever get caught dirty with a nigga she gon' blame you\nSo what in the hell you want to floss her for?\nIt's supposed to be bout' what a baller nigga cost that ho (yeah)\nYou givin' a game of black eye in ya S-5\nWhile you niggas kick back poppin' X you let that cause dry\nAnd that bitch supposed to carry her own car note (c'mon, yep)\nAnd don't be going for that shit \"I got a sore throat\" (yeah)\nGive that bitch a couple of Sucrets (mmm hmm)\nOr give that that ho that application down on Vernon to that duplex (see ya)\n\nWhen I bump on this trouble\nNiggas gettin' big money on the double\nFast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\nGettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n\nWhen I bump on this trouble\nNiggas gettin' big money on the double\nFast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\nGettin' rich bitch is the only concern\nThe only concern\n\nBitch you get fucked, can't suck\nBut you want a nigga with a million bucks\nA five-double-o and a Rover truck\nI bend 'em all over til I know they stuck\nWant to tell your friends that you fucked with A\nBut how many dicks did ya suck today?\nDo we play ball? Do we move that weight?\nAll I got for a motherfuckin ho is hate\nBitch want to get drunk and high\nPoint that booty on to the sky\nSquare ass bitch go bake a pie\nGet a tattoo of a dick in ya eye\nWant to be flied call Continental (bitch)\nThe Benz ain't a rental\nSippin' on shit that ya can't pronounce\nHo quit staring at my bank account\n\nWhen I bump on this trouble\nNiggas gettin' big money on the double\nFast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\nGettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n\nI'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing\nP the reason you know\nCause pimpin'll have you seeing me with a bad ass ho\nLegendary my name\nSecondary you came\nAnd you won't see me stop making hits till I walk with a cane\nStill five and eleven, six feet with shoes\nCompton, OG nigga givin' niggas the blues\nEtched in stone, makin' yo bitch fetch the bone\nI'm calling the cops punk motherfuckers catch the phone\nThe walkie talkie, the two-way and all of the above\nNightstick up yo ass 'til we all see blood\nFuck ya, I'm a cop too (what?)\nI'm a cop me a kilo of yay\nAnd try to get it crackin' like it's eighty-two (ahh yeah)\nWith Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace\nDippin' round the whole place (whole place)\nFuck a six-pack nigga cop the whole case (whole case)\nAnd when them marks come nigga crack they whole face\nThe way my glock cock keep a niggas full\nGot him spittin' like that pitcher from the KC Royals\nSocked the P.D., haters R.I.P\nVery sincerely yours\nQuik nigga please\n\nWhen I bump on this trouble\nNiggas gettin' big money on the double\nFast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\nGettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n\nWhen I bump on this trouble\nNiggas gettin' big money on the double\nFast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\nGettin' rich bitch is the only concern\nThe only concern\n\nWhen I bump on this trouble\nNiggas gettin' big money on the double\nFast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\nGettin' rich bitch is the only concern\nAhh!","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.72] I'm not ya one hit wonder\n[00:04.18] And when you see me on the streets in a black jeep\n[00:06.63] Know I got the heat up under\n[00:08.08] Not up under the seat, up under my cheek\n[00:10.25] Like so close to me that when I move it squeaks\n[00:13.13] I ain't no big buff dude I'm a rap singer\n[00:15.87] I exercise one muscle that's my strap finger\n[00:18.57] And I can't call it how I see it no more\n[00:20.45] Cause these niggas'll take ya words back and twist em' like a pretzel\n[00:23.66] And these bitches be the same too\n[00:25.36] Comin' with that sob story crocodile tears trying to gang you\n[00:28.95] And that's exactly what the game do\n[00:30.96] And if you ever get caught dirty with a nigga she gon' blame you\n[00:33.92] So what in the hell you want to floss her for?\n[00:36.09] It's supposed to be bout' what a baller nigga cost that ho (yeah)\n[00:39.23] You givin' a game of black eye in ya S-5\n[00:41.75] While you niggas kick back poppin' X you let that cause dry\n[00:44.74] And that bitch supposed to carry her own car note (c'mon, yep)\n[00:47.38] And don't be going for that shit \"I got a sore throat\" (yeah)\n[00:49.63] Give that bitch a couple of Sucrets (mmm hmm)\n[00:51.62] Or give that that ho that application down on Vernon to that duplex (see ya)\n[00:55.84] When I bump on this trouble\n[00:57.30] Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n[00:59.98] Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[01:02.67] Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n[01:04.73] When I bump on this trouble\n[01:06.53] Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n[01:08.92] Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[01:11.51] Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n[01:14.19] The only concern\n[01:14.42] Bitch you get fucked, can't suck\n[01:16.83] But you want a nigga with a million bucks\n[01:19.58] A five-double-o and a Rover truck\n[01:21.95] I bend 'em all over til I know they stuck\n[01:26.02] Want to tell your friends that you fucked with A\n[01:28.42] But how many dicks did ya suck today?\n[01:31.28] Do we play ball? 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Do we move that weight?\nAll I got for a motherfuckin ho is hate\nBitch want to get drunk and high\nPoint that booty on to the sky\nSquare ass bitch go bake a pie\nGet a tattoo of a dick in ya eye\nWant to be flied call Continental (bitch)\nThe Benz ain't a rental\nSippin' on shit that ya can't pronounce\nHo quit staring at my bank account\n\nWhen I bump on this trouble\nNiggas gettin' big money on the double\nFast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\nGettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n\nI'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing\nP the reason you know\nCause pimpin'll have you seeing me with a bad ass ho\nLegendary my name\nSecondary you came\nAnd you won't see me stop making hits till I walk with a cane\nStill five and eleven, six feet with shoes\nCompton, OG nigga givin' niggas the blues\nEtched in stone, makin' yo bitch fetch the bone\nI'm calling the cops punk motherfuckers catch the phone\nThe walkie talkie, the two-way and all of the above\nNightstick up yo ass 'til we all see blood\nFuck ya, I'm a cop too (what?)\nI'm a cop me a kilo of yay\nAnd try to get it crackin' like it's eighty-two (ahh yeah)\nWith Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace\nDippin' round the whole place (whole place)\nFuck a six-pack nigga cop the whole case (whole case)\nAnd when them marks come nigga crack they whole face\nThe way my glock cock keep a niggas full\nGot him spittin' like that pitcher from the KC Royals\nSocked the P.D., haters R.I.P\nVery sincerely yours\nQuik nigga please\n\nWhen I bump on this trouble\nNiggas gettin' big money on the double\nFast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\nGettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n\nWhen I bump on this trouble\nNiggas gettin' big money on the double\nFast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\nGettin' rich bitch is the only concern\nThe only concern\n\nWhen I bump on this trouble\nNiggas gettin' big money on the double\nFast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\nGettin' rich bitch is the only concern\nAhh!","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.72] I'm not ya one hit wonder\n[00:04.18] And when you see me on the streets in a black jeep\n[00:06.63] Know I got the heat up under\n[00:08.08] Not up under the seat, up under my cheek\n[00:10.25] Like so close to me that when I move it squeaks\n[00:13.13] I ain't no big buff dude I'm a rap singer\n[00:15.87] I exercise one muscle that's my strap finger\n[00:18.57] And I can't call it how I see it no more\n[00:20.45] Cause these niggas'll take ya words back and twist em' like a pretzel\n[00:23.66] And these bitches be the same too\n[00:25.36] Comin' with that sob story crocodile tears trying to gang you\n[00:28.95] And that's exactly what the game do\n[00:30.96] And if you ever get caught dirty with a nigga she gon' blame you\n[00:33.92] So what in the hell you want to floss her for?\n[00:36.09] It's supposed to be bout' what a baller nigga cost that ho (yeah)\n[00:39.23] You givin' a game of black eye in ya S-5\n[00:41.75] While you niggas kick back poppin' X you let that cause dry\n[00:44.74] And that bitch supposed to carry her own car note (c'mon, yep)\n[00:47.38] And don't be going for that shit \"I got a sore throat\" (yeah)\n[00:49.63] Give that bitch a couple of Sucrets (mmm hmm)\n[00:51.62] Or give that that ho that application down on Vernon to that duplex (see ya)\n[00:55.84] When I bump on this trouble\n[00:57.30] Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n[00:59.98] Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[01:02.67] Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n[01:04.73] When I bump on this trouble\n[01:06.53] Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n[01:08.92] Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[01:11.51] Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n[01:14.19] The only concern\n[01:14.42] Bitch you get fucked, can't suck\n[01:16.83] But you want a nigga with a million bucks\n[01:19.58] A five-double-o and a Rover truck\n[01:21.95] I bend 'em all over til I know they stuck\n[01:26.02] Want to tell your friends that you fucked with A\n[01:28.42] But how many dicks did ya suck today?\n[01:31.28] Do we play ball? Do we move that weight?\n[01:33.59] All I got for a motherfuckin ho is hate\n[01:36.50] Bitch want to get drunk and high\n[01:39.03] Point that booty on to the sky\n[01:41.66] Square ass bitch go bake a pie\n[01:44.36] Get a tattoo of a dick in ya eye\n[01:46.89] Want to be flied call Continental (bitch)\n[01:50.32] The Benz ain't a rental\n[01:52.28] Sippin' on shit that ya can't pronounce\n[01:54.68] Ho quit staring at my bank account\n[01:58.36] When I bump on this trouble\n[02:00.03] Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n[02:02.43] Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[02:05.24] Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n[02:09.98] I'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing\n[02:11.65] P the reason you know\n[02:12.89] Cause pimpin'll have you seeing me with a bad ass ho\n[02:15.58] Legendary my name\n[02:16.83] Secondary you came\n[02:18.06] And you won't see me stop making hits till I walk with a cane\n[02:20.70] Still five and eleven, six feet with shoes\n[02:23.47] Compton, OG nigga 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Do we move that weight?\n  All I got for a motherfuckin ho is hate\n  Bitch want to get drunk and high\n  Point that booty on to the sky\n  Square ass bitch go bake a pie\n  Get a tattoo of a dick in ya eye\n  Want to be flied call Continental (bitch)\n  The Benz ain't a rental\n  Sippin' on shit that ya can't pronounce\n  Ho quit staring at my bank account\n  [Chorus]\n  [DJ Quik]\n  I'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing\n  P the reason you know\n  Cause pimpin'll have you seeing me with a bad ass ho\n  Legendary my name\n  Secondary you came\n  And you won't see me stop making hits 'till I walk with a cane\n  Still 5'11\", 6 feet with shoes\n  Compton, OG nigga givin' niggas the blues\n  Etched in stone, makin' yo bitch fetch the bone\n  I'm calling the cops punk motherfuckers catch the phone\n  The walkie talkie, the 2-way and all of the above\n  Nightstick up yo ass too we all seen blood\n  Fuck ya, I'm a cop too (what?)\n  I'm a cop me a kilo of yay\n  And try to get it crackin' like it's '82 (yeah)\n  With Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace\n  Dippin' round the whole place (whole place)\n  Fuck a 6-pack nigga cop the whole case (whole case)\n  And when them marks come nigga crack they whole face\n  The way my glock cock keep a niggas full got him spittin' like that pitcher\n  From the KC Royals\n  Socked the P.D., haters R.I.P.\n  Very sincerely yours\n  Quik nigga please\n  [Chorus]\n  When I bump on this trouble\n  Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n  Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n  Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n"},{"id":33813554,"name":"Trouble","trackName":"Trouble","artistName":"Dj Quik","albumName":"Greatest Hits: Live at the House of Blues","duration":101.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm not ya one hit wonder\nAnd when you see me on the streets in a black jeep\nKnow I got the heat up under\nNot up under the seat, up under my cheek\nLike so close to me that when I move it squeaks\nI ain't no big buff dude I'm a rap singer\nI exercise one muscle that's my strap finger\nAnd I can't call it how I see it no more\nCause these niggas'll take ya words back and twist em' like a pretzel\nAnd these bitches be the same too\nComin' with that sob story crocodile tears trying to gang you\nAnd that's exactly what the game do\nAnd if you ever get caught dirty with a nigga she gon' blame you\nSo what in the hell you want to floss her for?\nIt's supposed to be bout' what a baller nigga cost that ho (yeah)\nYou givin' a game of black eye in ya S-5\nWhile you niggas kick back poppin' X you let that cause dry\nAnd that bitch supposed to carry her own car note (c'mon, yep)\nAnd don't be going for that shit \"I got a sore throat\" (yeah)\nGive that bitch a couple of Sucrets (mmm hmm)\nOr give that that ho that application down on Vernon to that duplex (see ya)\n\nWhen I bump on this trouble\nNiggas gettin' big money on the double\nFast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\nGettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n\nWhen I bump on this trouble\nNiggas gettin' big money on the double\nFast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\nGettin' rich bitch is the only concern\nThe only concern\n\nBitch you get fucked, can't suck\nBut you want a nigga with a million bucks\nA five-double-o and a Rover truck\nI bend 'em all over til I know they stuck\nWant to tell your friends that you fucked with A\nBut how many dicks did ya suck today?\nDo we play ball? Do we move that weight?\nAll I got for a motherfuckin ho is hate\nBitch want to get drunk and high\nPoint that booty on to the sky\nSquare ass bitch go bake a pie\nGet a tattoo of a dick in ya eye\nWant to be flied call Continental (bitch)\nThe Benz ain't a rental\nSippin' on shit that ya can't pronounce\nHo quit staring at my bank account\n\nWhen I bump on this trouble\nNiggas gettin' big money on the double\nFast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\nGettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n\nI'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing\nP the reason you know\nCause pimpin'll have you seeing me with a bad ass ho\nLegendary my name\nSecondary you came\nAnd you won't see me stop making hits till I walk with a cane\nStill five and eleven, six feet with shoes\nCompton, OG nigga givin' niggas the blues\nEtched in stone, makin' yo bitch fetch the bone\nI'm calling the cops punk motherfuckers catch the phone\nThe walkie talkie, the two-way and all of the above\nNightstick up yo ass 'til we all see blood\nFuck ya, I'm a cop too (what?)\nI'm a cop me a kilo of yay\nAnd try to get it crackin' like it's eighty-two (ahh yeah)\nWith Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace\nDippin' round the whole place (whole place)\nFuck a six-pack nigga cop the whole case (whole case)\nAnd when them marks come nigga crack they whole face\nThe way my glock cock keep a niggas full\nGot him spittin' like that pitcher from the KC Royals\nSocked the P.D., haters R.I.P\nVery sincerely yours\nQuik nigga please\n\nWhen I bump on this trouble\nNiggas gettin' big money on the double\nFast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\nGettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n\nWhen I bump on this trouble\nNiggas gettin' big money on the double\nFast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\nGettin' rich bitch is the only concern\nThe only concern\n\nWhen I bump on this trouble\nNiggas gettin' big money on the double\nFast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\nGettin' rich bitch is the only concern\nAhh!","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.25] I'm not ya one hit wonder\n[00:04.20] And when you see me on the streets in a black jeep\n[00:06.61] Know I got the heat up under\n[00:08.25] Not up under the seat, up under my cheek\n[00:10.40] Like so close to me that when I move it squeaks\n[00:13.34] I ain't no big buff dude I'm a rap singer\n[00:16.02] I exercise one muscle that's my strap finger\n[00:18.67] And I can't call it how I see it no more\n[00:20.51] Cause these niggas'll take ya words back and twist em' like a pretzel\n[00:23.93] And these bitches be the same too\n[00:25.72] Comin' with that sob story crocodile tears trying to gang you\n[00:29.03] And that's exactly what the game do\n[00:31.01] And if you ever get caught dirty with a nigga she gon' blame you\n[00:34.25] So what in the hell you want to floss her for?\n[00:36.28] It's supposed to be bout' what a baller nigga cost that ho (yeah)\n[00:39.41] You givin' a game of black eye in ya S-5\n[00:41.88] While you niggas kick back poppin' X you let that cause dry\n[00:44.88] And that bitch supposed to carry her own car note (c'mon, yep)\n[00:47.35] And don't be going for that shit \"I got a sore throat\" (yeah)\n[00:50.04] Give that bitch a couple of Sucrets (mmm hmm)\n[00:51.89] Or give that that ho that application down on Vernon to that duplex (see ya)\n[00:55.94] When I bump on this trouble\n[00:57.51] Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n[01:00.09] Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[01:02.75] Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n[01:05.02] When I bump on this trouble\n[01:06.62] Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n[01:09.25] Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[01:11.88] Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n[01:14.34] The only concern\n[01:15.18] Bitch you get fucked, can't suck\n[01:17.14] But you want a nigga with a million bucks\n[01:19.64] A five-double-o and a Rover truck\n[01:22.29] I bend 'em all over til I know they stuck\n[01:26.29] Want to tell your friends that you fucked with A\n[01:28.65] But how many dicks did ya suck today?\n[01:31.44] Do we play ball? Do we move that weight?\n[01:33.81] All I got for a motherfuckin ho is hate\n[01:36.63] Bitch want to get drunk and high\n[01:39.36] Point that booty on to the sky\n[01:41.85] Square ass bitch go bake a pie\n[01:44.45] Get a tattoo of a dick in ya eye\n[01:47.10] Want to be flied call Continental (bitch)\n[01:50.76] The Benz ain't a rental\n[01:52.20] Sippin' on shit that ya can't pronounce\n[01:54.99] Ho quit staring at my bank account\n[01:58.56] When I bump on this trouble\n[02:00.18] Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n[02:02.77] Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[02:05.32] Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n[02:10.13] I'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing\n[02:11.77] P the reason you know\n[02:12.86] Cause pimpin'll have you seeing me with a bad ass ho\n[02:15.64] Legendary my name\n[02:16.97] Secondary you came\n[02:18.01] And you won't see me stop making hits till I walk with a cane\n[02:20.86] Still five and eleven, six feet with shoes\n[02:23.58] Compton, OG nigga 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Do we move that weight?\nAll I got for a motherfuckin ho is hate\nBitch want to get drunk and high\nPoint that booty on to the sky\nSquare ass bitch go bake a pie\nGet a tattoo of a dick in ya eye\nWant to be flied call Continental (bitch)\nThe Benz ain't a rental\nSippin' on shit that ya can't pronounce\nHo quit staring at my bank account\n[Chorus]\n[DJ Quik]\nI'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing\nP the reason you know\nCause pimpin'll have you seeing me with a bad ass ho\nLegendary my name\nSecondary you came\nAnd you won't see me stop making hits 'till I walk with a cane\nStill 5'11\", 6 feet with shoes\nCompton, OG nigga givin' niggas the blues\nEtched in stone, makin' yo bitch fetch the bone\nI'm calling the cops punk motherfuckers catch the phone\nThe walkie talkie, the 2-way and all of the above\nNightstick up yo ass too we all seen blood\nFuck ya, I'm a cop too (what?)\nI'm a cop me a kilo of yay\nAnd try to get it crackin' like it's '82 (yeah)\nWith Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace\nDippin' round the whole place (whole place)\nFuck a 6-pack nigga cop the whole case (whole case)\nAnd when them marks come nigga crack they whole face\nThe way my glock cock keep a niggas full got him spittin' like that pitcher\nFrom the KC Royals\nSocked the P.D., haters R.I.P.\nVery sincerely yours\nQuik nigga please\n[Chorus]\nWhen I bump on this trouble\nNiggas gettin' big money on the double\nFast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\nGettin' rich bitch is the only concern","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Trouble\n  artist: DJ Quik\n  album: Under The Influence\n  duration_ms: 220090\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [DJ Quik]\n  I'm not ya one hit wonder\n  And when you see me on the streets in a black jeep\n  Know I got the heat up under\n  Not up under the seat, up under my cheek\n  Like so close to me that when I move it squeaks\n  I ain't no big buff dude I'm a rap singer\n  I exercise one muscle that's my strap finger\n  And I can't call it how I see it no more\n  Cause these niggas'll take ya words back and twist em' like a pretzel\n  And these bitches be the same too\n  Comin' with that sob story crocodile tears trying to gang you\n  And that's exactly what the game do\n  And if you ever get caught dirty with a nigga she gon' blame you\n  So what in the hell you want to floss her for?\n  It's supposed to be bout' what a baller nigga cost that ho (yeah)\n  You givin' a game of black eye in ya S-5\n  While you niggas kick back poppin' X you let that 'cause' dry\n  And that bitch supposed to carry her own car note (c'mon, yep)\n  And don't be going for that shit \"I got a sore throat\" (yeah)\n  Give that bitch a couple of Sucrets (mmm hmm)\n  Or give that that ho that application down on Vernon to that duplex (see ya)\n  [Chorus: AMG]\n  When I bump on this trouble\n  Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n  Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n  Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n  When I bump on this trouble\n  Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n  Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n  Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n  The only concern\n  [AMG]\n  Bitch you get fucked, can't suck but you want a nigga with a million bucks\n  A 5-double-O and a Rover truck up in the mall ripper till I know they stuck\n  Want to tell your friends that you fucked with A\n  But how many dicks did ya suck today?\n  Do we play ball? Do we move that weight?\n  All I got for a motherfuckin ho is hate\n  Bitch want to get drunk and high\n  Point that booty on to the sky\n  Square ass bitch go bake a pie\n  Get a tattoo of a dick in ya eye\n  Want to be flied call Continental (bitch)\n  The Benz ain't a rental\n  Sippin' on shit that ya can't pronounce\n  Ho quit staring at my bank account\n  [Chorus]\n  [DJ Quik]\n  I'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing\n  P the reason you know\n  Cause pimpin'll have you seeing me with a bad ass ho\n  Legendary my name\n  Secondary you came\n  And you won't see me stop making hits 'till I walk with a cane\n  Still 5'11\", 6 feet with shoes\n  Compton, OG nigga givin' niggas the blues\n  Etched in stone, makin' yo bitch fetch the bone\n  I'm calling the cops punk motherfuckers catch the phone\n  The walkie talkie, the 2-way and all of the above\n  Nightstick up yo ass too we all seen blood\n  Fuck ya, I'm a cop too (what?)\n  I'm a cop me a kilo of yay\n  And try to get it crackin' like it's '82 (yeah)\n  With Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace\n  Dippin' round the whole place (whole place)\n  Fuck a 6-pack nigga cop the whole case (whole case)\n  And when them marks come nigga crack they whole face\n  The way my glock cock keep a niggas full got him spittin' like that pitcher\n  From the KC Royals\n  Socked the P.D., haters R.I.P.\n  Very sincerely yours\n  Quik nigga please\n  [Chorus]\n  When I bump on this trouble\n  Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n  Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n  Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n"},{"id":36141124,"name":"Trouble (Instrumental)","trackName":"Trouble (Instrumental)","artistName":"DJ Quik","albumName":"Quikstrumentals vol. 1","duration":219.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm not ya one hit wonder\nAnd when you see me on the streets in a black jeep\nKnow I got the heat up under\nNot up under the seat, up under my cheek\nLike so close to me that when I move it squeaks\nI ain't no big buff dude I'm a rap singer\nI exercise one muscle that's my strap finger\nAnd I can't call it how I see it no more\nCause these niggas'll take ya words back and twist em' like a pretzel\nAnd these bitches be the same too\nComin' with that sob story crocodile tears trying to gang you\nAnd that's exactly what the game do\nAnd if you ever get caught dirty with a nigga she gon' blame you\nSo what in the hell you want to floss her for?\nIt's supposed to be bout' what a baller nigga cost that ho (yeah)\nYou givin' a game of black eye in ya S-5\nWhile you niggas kick back poppin' X you let that cause dry\nAnd that bitch supposed to carry her own car note (c'mon, yep)\nAnd don't be going for that shit \"I got a sore throat\" (yeah)\nGive that bitch a couple of Sucrets (mmm hmm)\nOr give that that ho that application down on Vernon to that duplex (see ya)\n\nWhen I bump on this trouble\nNiggas gettin' big money on the double\nFast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\nGettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n\nWhen I bump on this trouble\nNiggas gettin' big money on the double\nFast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\nGettin' rich bitch is the only concern\nThe only concern\n\nBitch you get fucked, can't suck\nBut you want a nigga with a million bucks\nA five-double-o and a Rover truck\nI bend 'em all over til I know they stuck\nWant to tell your friends that you fucked with A\nBut how many dicks did ya suck today?\nDo we play ball? Do we move that weight?\nAll I got for a motherfuckin ho is hate\nBitch want to get drunk and high\nPoint that booty on to the sky\nSquare ass bitch go bake a pie\nGet a tattoo of a dick in ya eye\nWant to be flied call Continental (bitch)\nThe Benz ain't a rental\nSippin' on shit that ya can't pronounce\nHo quit staring at my bank account\n\nWhen I bump on this trouble\nNiggas gettin' big money on the double\nFast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\nGettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n\nI'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing\nP the reason you know\nCause pimpin'll have you seeing me with a bad ass ho\nLegendary my name\nSecondary you came\nAnd you won't see me stop making hits till I walk with a cane\nStill five and eleven, six feet with shoes\nCompton, OG nigga givin' niggas the blues\nEtched in stone, makin' yo bitch fetch the bone\nI'm calling the cops punk motherfuckers catch the phone\nThe walkie talkie, the two-way and all of the above\nNightstick up yo ass 'til we all see blood\nFuck ya, I'm a cop too (what?)\nI'm a cop me a kilo of yay\nAnd try to get it crackin' like it's eighty-two (ahh yeah)\nWith Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace\nDippin' round the whole place (whole place)\nFuck a six-pack nigga cop the whole case (whole case)\nAnd when them marks come nigga crack they whole face\nThe way my glock cock keep a niggas full\nGot him spittin' like that pitcher from the KC Royals\nSocked the P.D., haters R.I.P\nVery sincerely yours\nQuik nigga please\n\nWhen I bump on this trouble\nNiggas gettin' big money on the double\nFast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\nGettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n\nWhen I bump on this trouble\nNiggas gettin' big money on the double\nFast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\nGettin' rich bitch is the only concern\nThe only concern\n\nWhen I bump on this trouble\nNiggas gettin' big money on the double\nFast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\nGettin' rich bitch is the only concern\nAhh!","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.28] I'm not ya one hit wonder\n[00:04.21] And when you see me on the streets in a black jeep\n[00:06.64] Know I got the heat up under\n[00:08.23] Not up under the seat, up under my cheek\n[00:10.41] Like so close to me that when I move it squeaks\n[00:13.36] I ain't no big buff dude I'm a rap singer\n[00:16.06] I exercise one muscle that's my strap finger\n[00:18.65] And I can't call it how I see it no more\n[00:20.51] Cause these niggas'll take ya words back and twist em' like a pretzel\n[00:23.97] And these bitches be the same too\n[00:25.72] Comin' with that sob story crocodile tears trying to gang you\n[00:29.09] And that's exactly what the game do\n[00:31.03] And if you ever get caught dirty with a nigga she gon' blame you\n[00:34.23] So what in the hell you want to floss her for?\n[00:36.27] It's supposed to be bout' what a baller nigga cost that ho (yeah)\n[00:39.50] You givin' a game of black eye in ya S-5\n[00:41.80] While you niggas kick back poppin' X you let that cause dry\n[00:44.81] And that bitch supposed to carry her own car note (c'mon, yep)\n[00:47.32] And don't be going for that shit \"I got a sore throat\" (yeah)\n[00:50.02] Give that bitch a couple of Sucrets (mmm hmm)\n[00:51.80] Or give that that ho that application down on Vernon to that duplex (see ya)\n[00:55.99] When I bump on this trouble\n[00:57.56] Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n[01:00.06] Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[01:02.74] Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n[01:05.01] When I bump on this trouble\n[01:06.67] Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n[01:09.22] Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[01:11.82] Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n[01:14.34] The only concern\n[01:15.14] Bitch you get fucked, can't suck\n[01:17.11] But you want a nigga with a million bucks\n[01:19.65] A five-double-o and a Rover truck\n[01:22.28] I bend 'em all over til I know they stuck\n[01:26.23] Want to tell your friends that you fucked with A\n[01:28.66] But how many dicks did ya suck today?\n[01:31.45] Do we play ball? Do we move that weight?\n[01:33.89] All I got for a motherfuckin ho is hate\n[01:36.62] Bitch want to get drunk and high\n[01:39.36] Point that booty on to the sky\n[01:41.87] Square ass bitch go bake a pie\n[01:44.45] Get a tattoo of a dick in ya eye\n[01:47.16] Want to be flied call Continental (bitch)\n[01:50.70] The Benz ain't a rental\n[01:52.27] Sippin' on shit that ya can't pronounce\n[01:54.93] Ho quit staring at my bank account\n[01:58.50] When I bump on this trouble\n[02:00.17] Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n[02:02.75] Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[02:05.32] Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n[02:10.11] I'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing\n[02:11.75] P the reason you know\n[02:12.81] Cause pimpin'll have you seeing me with a bad ass ho\n[02:15.67] Legendary my name\n[02:16.92] Secondary you came\n[02:18.06] And you won't see me stop making hits till I walk with a cane\n[02:20.88] Still five and eleven, six feet with shoes\n[02:23.59] Compton, OG nigga givin' niggas the blues\n[02:26.17] Etched in stone, makin' yo bitch fetch the bone\n[02:28.60] I'm calling the cops punk motherfuckers catch the phone\n[02:31.14] The walkie talkie, the two-way and all of the above\n[02:34.51] Nightstick up yo ass 'til we all see blood\n[02:36.42] Fuck ya, I'm a cop too (what?)\n[02:38.48] I'm a cop me a kilo of yay\n[02:39.90] And try to get it crackin' like it's eighty-two (ahh yeah)\n[02:42.15] With Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace\n[02:45.85] Dippin' round the whole place (whole place)\n[02:47.45] Fuck a six-pack nigga cop the whole case (whole case)\n[02:49.95] And when them marks come nigga crack they whole face\n[02:52.68] The way my glock cock keep a niggas full\n[02:54.62] Got him spittin' like that pitcher from the KC Royals\n[02:57.52] Socked the P.D., haters R.I.P\n[03:00.13] Very sincerely yours\n[03:01.28] Quik nigga please\n[03:03.83] When I bump on this trouble\n[03:05.40] Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n[03:08.02] Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[03:10.63] Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n[03:12.98] When I bump on this trouble\n[03:14.57] Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n[03:17.15] Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[03:19.79] Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n[03:22.23] The only concern\n[03:24.67] When I bump on this trouble\n[03:26.36] Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n[03:28.85] Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[03:31.53] Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n[03:33.55] Ahh!\n[03:33.55] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Trouble (Instrumental)\n  artist: DJ Quik\n  album: Quikstrumentals vol. 1\n  duration_ms: 219000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I'm not ya one hit wonder\n  start_ms: 2280\n  end_ms: 4210\n- text: And when you see me on the streets in a black jeep\n  start_ms: 4210\n  end_ms: 6640\n- text: Know I got the heat up under\n  start_ms: 6640\n  end_ms: 8230\n- text: Not up under the seat, 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Do we move that weight?\nAll I got for a motherfuckin ho is hate\nBitch want to get drunk and high\nPoint that booty on to the sky\nSquare ass bitch go bake a pie\nGet a tattoo of a dick in ya eye\nWant to be flied call Continental (bitch)\nThe Benz ain't a rental\nSippin' on shit that ya can't pronounce\nHo quit staring at my bank account\n\nWhen I bump on this trouble\nNiggas gettin' big money on the double\nFast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\nGettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n\nI'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing\nP the reason you know\nCause pimpin'll have you seeing me with a bad ass ho\nLegendary my name\nSecondary you came\nAnd you won't see me stop making hits till I walk with a cane\nStill five and eleven, six feet with shoes\nCompton, OG nigga givin' niggas the blues\nEtched in stone, makin' yo bitch fetch the bone\nI'm calling the cops punk motherfuckers catch the phone\nThe walkie talkie, the two-way and all of the above\nNightstick up yo ass 'til we all see blood\nFuck ya, I'm a cop too (what?)\nI'm a cop me a kilo of yay\nAnd try to get it crackin' like it's eighty-two (ahh yeah)\nWith Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace\nDippin' round the whole place (whole place)\nFuck a six-pack nigga cop the whole case (whole case)\nAnd when them marks come nigga crack they whole face\nThe way my glock cock keep a niggas full\nGot him spittin' like that pitcher from the KC Royals\nSocked the P.D., haters R.I.P\nVery sincerely yours\nQuik nigga please\n\nWhen I bump on this trouble\nNiggas gettin' big money on the double\nFast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\nGettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n\nWhen I bump on this trouble\nNiggas gettin' big money on the double\nFast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\nGettin' rich bitch is the only concern\nThe only concern\n\nWhen I bump on this trouble\nNiggas gettin' big money on the double\nFast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\nGettin' rich bitch is the only concern\nAhh!","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.25] I'm not ya one hit wonder\n[00:04.20] And when you see me on the streets in a black jeep\n[00:06.61] Know I got the heat up under\n[00:08.25] Not up under the seat, up under my cheek\n[00:10.40] Like so close to me that when I move it squeaks\n[00:13.34] I ain't no big buff dude I'm a rap singer\n[00:16.02] I exercise one muscle that's my strap finger\n[00:18.67] And I can't call it how I see it no more\n[00:20.51] Cause these niggas'll take ya words back and twist em' like a pretzel\n[00:23.93] And these bitches be the same too\n[00:25.72] Comin' with that sob story crocodile tears trying to gang you\n[00:29.03] And that's exactly what the game do\n[00:31.01] And if you ever get caught dirty with a nigga she gon' blame you\n[00:34.25] So what in the hell you want to floss her for?\n[00:36.28] It's supposed to be bout' what a baller nigga cost that ho (yeah)\n[00:39.41] You givin' a game of black eye in ya S-5\n[00:41.88] While you niggas kick back poppin' X you let that cause dry\n[00:44.88] And that bitch supposed to carry her own car note (c'mon, yep)\n[00:47.35] And don't be going for that shit \"I got a sore throat\" (yeah)\n[00:50.04] Give that bitch a couple of Sucrets (mmm hmm)\n[00:51.89] Or give that that ho that application down on Vernon to that duplex (see ya)\n[00:55.94] When I bump on this trouble\n[00:57.51] Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n[01:00.09] Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[01:02.75] Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n[01:05.02] When I bump on this trouble\n[01:06.62] Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n[01:09.25] Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[01:11.88] Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n[01:14.34] The only concern\n[01:15.18] Bitch you get fucked, can't suck\n[01:17.14] But you want a nigga with a million bucks\n[01:19.64] A five-double-o and a Rover truck\n[01:22.29] I bend 'em all over til I know they stuck\n[01:26.29] Want to tell your friends that you fucked with A\n[01:28.65] But how many dicks did ya suck today?\n[01:31.44] Do we play ball? Do we move that weight?\n[01:33.81] All I got for a motherfuckin ho is hate\n[01:36.63] Bitch want to get drunk and high\n[01:39.36] Point that booty on to the sky\n[01:41.85] Square ass bitch go bake a pie\n[01:44.45] Get a tattoo of a dick in ya eye\n[01:47.10] Want to be flied call Continental (bitch)\n[01:50.76] The Benz ain't a rental\n[01:52.20] Sippin' on shit that ya can't pronounce\n[01:54.99] Ho quit staring at my bank account\n[01:58.56] When I bump on this trouble\n[02:00.18] Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n[02:02.77] Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[02:05.32] Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n[02:10.13] I'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing\n[02:11.77] P the reason you know\n[02:12.86] Cause pimpin'll have you seeing me with a bad ass ho\n[02:15.64] Legendary my name\n[02:16.97] Secondary you came\n[02:18.01] And you won't see me stop making hits till I walk with a cane\n[02:20.86] Still five and eleven, six feet with shoes\n[02:23.58] Compton, OG nigga givin' niggas the blues\n[02:26.16] Etched in stone, makin' yo bitch fetch the bone\n[02:28.65] I'm calling the cops punk motherfuckers catch the phone\n[02:31.14] The walkie talkie, the two-way and all of the above\n[02:34.54] Nightstick up yo ass 'til we all see blood\n[02:36.41] Fuck ya, I'm a cop too (what?)\n[02:38.48] I'm a cop me a kilo of yay\n[02:39.94] And try to get it crackin' like it's eighty-two (ahh yeah)\n[02:42.19] With Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace\n[02:45.83] Dippin' round the whole place (whole place)\n[02:47.48] Fuck a six-pack nigga cop the whole case (whole case)\n[02:49.91] And when them marks come nigga crack they whole face\n[02:52.66] The way my glock cock keep a niggas full\n[02:54.65] Got him spittin' like that pitcher from the KC Royals\n[02:57.56] Socked the P.D., haters R.I.P\n[03:00.12] Very sincerely yours\n[03:01.25] Quik nigga please\n[03:03.83] When I bump on this trouble\n[03:05.42] Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n[03:08.04] Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[03:10.60] Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n[03:12.90] When I bump on this trouble\n[03:14.51] Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n[03:17.12] Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[03:19.73] Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n[03:22.29] The only concern\n[03:24.68] When I bump on this trouble\n[03:26.37] Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n[03:28.85] Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[03:31.50] Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n[03:33.53] Ahh!\n[03:33.54] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Trouble Ft. 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nigga she gon' blame you\n  So what in the hell you want to floss her for?\n  It's supposed to be bout' what a baller nigga cost that ho (yeah)\n  You givin' a game of black eye in ya S-5\n  While you niggas kick back poppin' X you let that cause dry\n  And that bitch supposed to carry her own car note (c'mon, yep)\n  And don't be going for that shit \"I got a sore throat\" (yeah)\n  Give that bitch a couple of Sucrets (mmm hmm)\n  Or give that that ho that application down on Vernon to that duplex (see ya)\n\n  When I bump on this trouble\n  Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n  Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n  Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n\n  When I bump on this trouble\n  Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n  Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n  Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n  The only concern\n\n  Bitch you get fucked, can't suck\n  But you want a nigga with a million bucks\n  A five-double-o and a Rover truck\n  I bend 'em all over til I know they stuck\n  Want to tell your friends that you fucked with A\n  But how many dicks did ya suck today?\n  Do we play ball? Do we move that weight?\n  All I got for a motherfuckin ho is hate\n  Bitch want to get drunk and high\n  Point that booty on to the sky\n  Square ass bitch go bake a pie\n  Get a tattoo of a dick in ya eye\n  Want to be flied call Continental (bitch)\n  The Benz ain't a rental\n  Sippin' on shit that ya can't pronounce\n  Ho quit staring at my bank account\n\n  When I bump on this trouble\n  Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n  Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n  Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n\n  I'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing\n  P the reason you know\n  Cause pimpin'll have you seeing me with a bad ass ho\n  Legendary my name\n  Secondary you came\n  And you won't see me stop making hits till I walk with a cane\n  Still five and eleven, six feet with shoes\n  Compton, OG nigga givin' niggas the blues\n  Etched in stone, makin' yo bitch fetch the bone\n  I'm calling the cops punk motherfuckers catch the phone\n  The walkie talkie, the two-way and all of the above\n  Nightstick up yo ass 'til we all see blood\n  Fuck ya, I'm a cop too (what?)\n  I'm a cop me a kilo of yay\n  And try to get it crackin' like it's eighty-two (ahh yeah)\n  With Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace\n  Dippin' round the whole place (whole place)\n  Fuck a six-pack nigga cop the whole case (whole case)\n  And when them marks come nigga crack they whole face\n  The way my glock cock keep a niggas full\n  Got him spittin' like that pitcher from the KC Royals\n  Socked the P.D., haters R.I.P\n  Very sincerely yours\n  Quik nigga please\n\n  When I bump on this trouble\n  Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n  Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n  Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n\n  When I bump on this trouble\n  Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n  Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n  Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n  The only concern\n\n  When I bump on this trouble\n  Niggas gettin' big money on the double\n  Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n  Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern\n  Ahh!\n"},{"id":12096553,"name":"Trouble feat Amg","trackName":"Trouble feat Amg","artistName":"Dj Quik","albumName":"Under Tha Influence","duration":219.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"DJ Quik\n\nI'm not yo one-hit wonder(hell naw)\nand when you see me on the streets in a black Jeep\nknow i got the heat up under\nnot up under my seat but under my cheek\nlike so close to me when i move it squeaks\nI aint no big buff dude i'm a rap singer\ni exercize one muscle that's my strap finger\nand i cant call it how i see it no more\ncuz these niggas will take your words back and twist em like a pretzel\nand these bitche be the same too\ncomin with that sob story crocodile tears tryin to gang you\nand that's exactly what the game do\nand if you ever get caught dirty wit a nigga she gon' blame you\nso what in the hell you wanna floss her for?\nit's supposed to be bout what a baller nigga cost that ho\nyou givin the game a black eye in ya S-5\nwhile you niggas kick back poppin X you let that cuz dry\nand that bitch supposed to carry her own car note\nand dont be goin for that shit \"i got a sore throat \"\ngive that bitch a couple surcrets\nor give that ho that application down on Vernon to that duplex\n\nChorus(AMG)\nwhen i bump on this trouble\nniggas gettin big money on the double\nfast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\ngettin rich bitch is the only concern\n\nwhen i bump on this trouble\nniggas gettin big money on the double\nfast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\ngettin rich bitch is the only concern\nthe only concern\n\n(AMG)\n\nBitch you get fucked can't suck but you want a nigga with a million bucks\na 5 double 0 and Rover truck in the mall ripper till I know they stuck\nwant to tell your friends that you fucked with A\nbut how many dicks did you suck today?\ndo we play ball? do we move that weight?\nall i got for a muthafuckin ho is hate\nbitch want to get drunk and high\npoint that booty all to the sky\nsquare ass bitch go bake a pie\nget a tatto of a dick in ya eye\nwanna be flied call Continental bitch\nthen Benz aint a rental\nsippin on shit that you cant pronounce\nho quit starin at my bank account\n\nChorus\nWhen i bump on this trouble\nniggas gettin big money on the double\nfast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\ngettin rich bitch it's the only concern\n\n(DJ Quik)\nI'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing\nP the reason you know\ncuz pimpin'll have you seeing me wit a bad ass ho\nlegendary my name secondary you came\nand you wont see me stop makin hits till i walk wit a cane\nstill 5'11\" six feet wit shoes\ncompton OG nigga givin niggas the blues\netched in stone, makin yo bitch fetch the bone\ni'm callin the cops punk muthafuckas catch the phone\nwalkie talkie, the 2way and all of the above\nnightstick up yo ass till we all seen blood\nfuck ya, i'm a cop too (what?)\ni'm a cop me a kilo of yay\nand try to get it crackin like it's '82\nwith Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace\ndippin' round the whole place(whole place)\nfuck a six pack nigga cop the whole case(whole case)\nand when them marks come nigga crack they whole face\nthe way my glock cock keep a niggas full got him spittin like that pitcher\nfrom the KC Royals\nsocked the P.D. haters RIP\nvery sincerely yours\nQuik nigga please\n\nChorus(3xs)\nAhh!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Trouble feat Amg\n  artist: Dj Quik\n  album: Under Tha Influence\n  duration_ms: 219000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  DJ Quik\n\n  I'm not yo one-hit wonder(hell naw)\n  and when you see me on the streets in a black Jeep\n  know i got the heat up under\n  not up under my seat but under my cheek\n  like so close to me when i move it squeaks\n  I aint no big buff dude i'm a rap singer\n  i exercize one muscle that's my strap finger\n  and i cant call it how i see it no more\n  cuz these niggas will take your words back and twist em like a pretzel\n  and these bitche be the same too\n  comin with that sob story crocodile tears tryin to gang you\n  and that's exactly what the game do\n  and if you ever get caught dirty wit a nigga she gon' blame you\n  so what in the hell you wanna floss her for?\n  it's supposed to be bout what a baller nigga cost that ho\n  you givin the game a black eye in ya S-5\n  while you niggas kick back poppin X you let that cuz dry\n  and that bitch supposed to carry her own car note\n  and dont be goin for that shit \"i got a sore throat \"\n  give that bitch a couple surcrets\n  or give that ho that application down on Vernon to that duplex\n\n  Chorus(AMG)\n  when i bump on this trouble\n  niggas gettin big money on the double\n  fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n  gettin rich bitch is the only concern\n\n  when i bump on this trouble\n  niggas gettin big money on the double\n  fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n  gettin rich bitch is the only concern\n  the only concern\n\n  (AMG)\n\n  Bitch you get fucked can't suck but you want a nigga with a million bucks\n  a 5 double 0 and Rover truck in the mall ripper till I know they stuck\n  want to tell your friends that you fucked with A\n  but how many dicks did you suck today?\n  do we play ball? do we move that weight?\n  all i got for a muthafuckin ho is hate\n  bitch want to get drunk and high\n  point that booty all to the sky\n  square ass bitch go bake a pie\n  get a tatto of a dick in ya eye\n  wanna be flied call Continental bitch\n  then Benz aint a rental\n  sippin on shit that you cant pronounce\n  ho quit starin at my bank account\n\n  Chorus\n  When i bump on this trouble\n  niggas gettin big money on the double\n  fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n  gettin rich bitch it's the only concern\n\n  (DJ Quik)\n  I'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing\n  P the reason you know\n  cuz pimpin'll have you seeing me wit a bad ass ho\n  legendary my name secondary you came\n  and you wont see me stop makin hits till i walk wit a cane\n  still 5'11\" six feet wit shoes\n  compton OG nigga givin niggas the blues\n  etched in stone, makin yo bitch fetch the bone\n  i'm callin the cops punk muthafuckas catch the phone\n  walkie talkie, the 2way and all of the above\n  nightstick up yo ass till we all seen blood\n  fuck ya, i'm a cop too (what?)\n  i'm a cop me a kilo of yay\n  and try to get it crackin like it's '82\n  with Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace\n  dippin' round the whole place(whole place)\n  fuck a six pack nigga cop the whole case(whole case)\n  and when them marks come nigga crack they whole face\n  the way my glock cock keep a niggas full got him spittin like that pitcher\n  from the KC Royals\n  socked the P.D. haters RIP\n  very sincerely yours\n  Quik nigga please\n\n  Chorus(3xs)\n  Ahh!\n"},{"id":28576858,"name":"Trouble","trackName":"Trouble","artistName":"AMG/DJ Quik","albumName":"Under tha Influence","duration":222.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"DJ Quik\n\nI'm not yo one-hit wonder(hell naw)\nand when you see me on the streets in a black Jeep\nknow i got the heat up under\nnot up under my seat but under my cheek\nlike so close to me when i move it squeaks\nI aint no big buff dude i'm a rap singer\ni exercize one muscle that's my strap finger\nand i cant call it how i see it no more\ncuz these niggas will take your words back and twist em like a pretzel\nand these bitche be the same too\ncomin with that sob story crocodile tears tryin to gang you\nand that's exactly what the game do\nand if you ever get caught dirty wit a nigga she gon' blame you\nso what in the hell you wanna floss her for?\nit's supposed to be bout what a baller nigga cost that ho\nyou givin the game a black eye in ya S-5\nwhile you niggas kick back poppin X you let that cuz dry\nand that bitch supposed to carry her own car note\nand dont be goin for that shit \"i got a sore throat \"\ngive that bitch a couple surcrets\nor give that ho that application down on Vernon to that duplex\n\nChorus(AMG)\nwhen i bump on this trouble\nniggas gettin big money on the double\nfast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\ngettin rich bitch is the only concern\n\nwhen i bump on this trouble\nniggas gettin big money on the double\nfast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\ngettin rich bitch is the only concern\nthe only concern\n\n(AMG)\n\nBitch you get fucked can't suck but you want a nigga with a million bucks\na 5 double 0 and Rover truck in the mall ripper till I know they stuck\nwant to tell your friends that you fucked with A\nbut how many dicks did you suck today?\ndo we play ball? do we move that weight?\nall i got for a muthafuckin ho is hate\nbitch want to get drunk and high\npoint that booty all to the sky\nsquare ass bitch go bake a pie\nget a tatto of a dick in ya eye\nwanna be flied call Continental bitch\nthen Benz aint a rental\nsippin on shit that you cant pronounce\nho quit starin at my bank account\n\nChorus\nWhen i bump on this trouble\nniggas gettin big money on the double\nfast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\ngettin rich bitch it's the only concern\n\n(DJ Quik)\nI'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing\nP the reason you know\ncuz pimpin'll have you seeing me wit a bad ass ho\nlegendary my name secondary you came\nand you wont see me stop makin hits till i walk wit a cane\nstill 5'11\" six feet wit shoes\ncompton OG nigga givin niggas the blues\netched in stone, makin yo bitch fetch the bone\ni'm callin the cops punk muthafuckas catch the phone\nwalkie talkie, the 2way and all of the above\nnightstick up yo ass till we all seen blood\nfuck ya, i'm a cop too (what?)\ni'm a cop me a kilo of yay\nand try to get it crackin like it's '82\nwith Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace\ndippin' round the whole place(whole place)\nfuck a six pack nigga cop the whole case(whole case)\nand when them marks come nigga crack they whole face\nthe way my glock cock keep a niggas full got him spittin like that pitcher\nfrom the KC Royals\nsocked the P.D. haters RIP\nvery sincerely yours\nQuik nigga please\n\nChorus(3xs)\nAhh!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.86] DJ Quik\n[00:01.75] I'm not yo one-hit wonder(hell naw)\n[00:04.57] and when you see me on the streets in a black Jeep\n[00:06.62] know i got the heat up under\n[00:07.99] not up under my seat but under my cheek\n[00:10.53] like so close to me when i move it squeaks\n[00:13.05] I aint no big buff dude i'm a rap singer\n[00:15.74] i exercize one muscle that's my strap finger\n[00:18.58] and i cant call it how i see it no more\n[00:20.73] cuz these niggas will take your words back and twist em like a pretzel\n[00:23.52] and these bitche be the same too\n[00:25.74] comin with that sob story crocodile tears tryin to gang you\n[00:28.60] and that's exactly what the game do\n[00:30.88] and if you ever get caught dirty wit a nigga she gon' blame you\n[00:34.07] so 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with a million bucks\n[01:20.09] a 5 double 0 and Rover truck in the mall ripper till I know they stuck\n[01:25.68] want to tell your friends that you fucked with A\n[01:28.56] but how many dicks did you suck today?\n[01:31.23] do we play ball? do we move that weight?\n[01:33.83] all i got for a muthafuckin ho is hate\n[01:36.64] bitch want to get drunk and high\n[01:38.87] point that booty all to the sky\n[01:41.65] square ass bitch go bake a pie\n[01:44.19] get a tatto of a dick in ya eye\n[01:46.88] wanna be flied call Continental bitch\n[01:50.03] then Benz aint a rental\n[01:52.56] sippin on shit that you cant pronounce\n[01:54.50] ho quit starin at my bank account\n[01:57.07] Chorus\n[01:57.58] When i bump on this trouble\n[01:59.91] niggas gettin big money on the double\n[02:02.47] fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[02:05.00] gettin rich bitch it's the only concern\n[02:08.05] (DJ Quik)\n[02:09.54] I'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing\n[02:11.95] P the reason you know\n[02:13.07] cuz pimpin'll have you seeing me wit a bad ass ho\n[02:15.48] legendary my name secondary you came\n[02:17.04] and you wont see me stop makin hits till i walk wit a cane\n[02:20.57] still 5'11\" six feet wit shoes\n[02:23.28] compton OG nigga givin niggas the blues\n[02:26.08] etched in stone, makin yo bitch fetch the bone\n[02:28.64] i'm callin the cops punk muthafuckas catch the phone\n[02:31.23] walkie talkie, the 2way and all of the above\n[02:33.79] nightstick up yo ass till we all seen blood\n[02:36.56] fuck ya, i'm a cop too (what?)\n[02:38.42] i'm a cop me a kilo of yay\n[02:40.17] and try to get it crackin like it's '82\n[02:41.82] with Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace\n[02:45.96] dippin' round the whole place(whole place)\n[02:47.70] fuck a six pack nigga cop the whole case(whole case)\n[02:50.27] and when them marks come nigga crack they whole face\n[02:52.53] the way my glock cock keep a niggas full got him spittin like that pitcher\n[02:56.46] from the KC Royals\n[02:57.66] socked the P.D. haters RIP\n[02:59.81] very sincerely yours\n[03:01.29] Quik nigga please\n[03:03.13] Chorus(3xs)\n[03:34.52] Ahh!\n[03:37.97] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Trouble\n  artist: AMG/DJ Quik\n  album: Under tha Influence\n  duration_ms: 222000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: DJ Quik\n  start_ms: 860\n  end_ms: 1750\n- text: I'm not yo one-hit wonder(hell naw)\n  start_ms: 1750\n  end_ms: 4570\n- text: and when you see me on the streets in a black Jeep\n  start_ms: 4570\n  end_ms: 6620\n- text: know i got the heat up under\n  start_ms: 6620\n  end_ms: 7990\n- text: not up under my seat but under my cheek\n  start_ms: 7990\n  end_ms: 10530\n- text: like so close to me when i move it squeaks\n  start_ms: 10530\n  end_ms: 13050\n- text: I aint no big buff dude i'm a rap singer\n  start_ms: 13050\n  end_ms: 15740\n- text: i exercize one muscle that's my strap finger\n  start_ms: 15740\n  end_ms: 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|-\n  DJ Quik\n\n  I'm not yo one-hit wonder(hell naw)\n  and when you see me on the streets in a black Jeep\n  know i got the heat up under\n  not up under my seat but under my cheek\n  like so close to me when i move it squeaks\n  I aint no big buff dude i'm a rap singer\n  i exercize one muscle that's my strap finger\n  and i cant call it how i see it no more\n  cuz these niggas will take your words back and twist em like a pretzel\n  and these bitche be the same too\n  comin with that sob story crocodile tears tryin to gang you\n  and that's exactly what the game do\n  and if you ever get caught dirty wit a nigga she gon' blame you\n  so what in the hell you wanna floss her for?\n  it's supposed to be bout what a baller nigga cost that ho\n  you givin the game a black eye in ya S-5\n  while you niggas kick back poppin X you let that cuz dry\n  and that bitch supposed to carry her own car note\n  and dont be goin for that shit \"i got a sore throat \"\n  give that bitch a couple surcrets\n  or give that ho that application down on Vernon to that duplex\n\n  Chorus(AMG)\n  when i bump on this trouble\n  niggas gettin big money on the double\n  fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n  gettin rich bitch is the only concern\n\n  when i bump on this trouble\n  niggas gettin big money on the double\n  fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n  gettin rich bitch is the only concern\n  the only concern\n\n  (AMG)\n\n  Bitch you get fucked can't suck but you want a nigga with a million bucks\n  a 5 double 0 and Rover truck in the mall ripper till I know they stuck\n  want to tell your friends that you fucked with A\n  but how many dicks did you suck today?\n  do we play ball? do we move that weight?\n  all i got for a muthafuckin ho is hate\n  bitch want to get drunk and high\n  point that booty all to the sky\n  square ass bitch go bake a pie\n  get a tatto of a dick in ya eye\n  wanna be flied call Continental bitch\n  then Benz aint a rental\n  sippin on shit that you cant pronounce\n  ho quit starin at my bank account\n\n  Chorus\n  When i bump on this trouble\n  niggas gettin big money on the double\n  fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n  gettin rich bitch it's the only concern\n\n  (DJ Quik)\n  I'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing\n  P the reason you know\n  cuz pimpin'll have you seeing me wit a bad ass ho\n  legendary my name secondary you came\n  and you wont see me stop makin hits till i walk wit a cane\n  still 5'11\" six feet wit shoes\n  compton OG nigga givin niggas the blues\n  etched in stone, makin yo bitch fetch the bone\n  i'm callin the cops punk muthafuckas catch the phone\n  walkie talkie, the 2way and all of the above\n  nightstick up yo ass till we all seen blood\n  fuck ya, i'm a cop too (what?)\n  i'm a cop me a kilo of yay\n  and try to get it crackin like it's '82\n  with Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace\n  dippin' round the whole place(whole place)\n  fuck a six pack nigga cop the whole case(whole case)\n  and when them marks come nigga crack they whole face\n  the way my glock cock keep a niggas full got him spittin like that pitcher\n  from the KC Royals\n  socked the P.D. haters RIP\n  very sincerely yours\n  Quik nigga please\n\n  Chorus(3xs)\n  Ahh!\n"},{"id":10339778,"name":"Trouble","trackName":"Trouble","artistName":"DJ Quik feat. AMG","albumName":"Under tha Influence","duration":220.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"DJ Quik\n\nI'm not yo one-hit wonder(hell naw)\nand when you see me on the streets in a black Jeep\nknow i got the heat up under\nnot up under my seat but under my cheek\nlike so close to me when i move it squeaks\nI aint no big buff dude i'm a rap singer\ni exercize one muscle that's my strap finger\nand i cant call it how i see it no more\ncuz these niggas will take your words back and twist em like a pretzel\nand these bitche be the same too\ncomin with that sob story crocodile tears tryin to gang you\nand that's exactly what the game do\nand if you ever get caught dirty wit a nigga she gon' blame you\nso what in the hell you wanna floss her for?\nit's supposed to be bout what a baller nigga cost that ho\nyou givin the game a black eye in ya S-5\nwhile you niggas kick back poppin X you let that cuz dry\nand that bitch supposed to carry her own car note\nand dont be goin for that shit \"i got a sore throat \"\ngive that bitch a couple surcrets\nor give that ho that application down on Vernon to that duplex\n\nChorus(AMG)\nwhen i bump on this trouble\nniggas gettin big money on the double\nfast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\ngettin rich bitch is the only concern\n\nwhen i bump on this trouble\nniggas gettin big money on the double\nfast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\ngettin rich bitch is the only concern\nthe only concern\n\n(AMG)\n\nBitch you get fucked can't suck but you want a nigga with a million bucks\na 5 double 0 and Rover truck in the mall ripper till I know they stuck\nwant to tell your friends that you fucked with A\nbut how many dicks did you suck today?\ndo we play ball? do we move that weight?\nall i got for a muthafuckin ho is hate\nbitch want to get drunk and high\npoint that booty all to the sky\nsquare ass bitch go bake a pie\nget a tatto of a dick in ya eye\nwanna be flied call Continental bitch\nthen Benz aint a rental\nsippin on shit that you cant pronounce\nho quit starin at my bank account\n\nChorus\nWhen i bump on this trouble\nniggas gettin big money on the double\nfast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\ngettin rich bitch it's the only concern\n\n(DJ Quik)\nI'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing\nP the reason you know\ncuz pimpin'll have you seeing me wit a bad ass ho\nlegendary my name secondary you came\nand you wont see me stop makin hits till i walk wit a cane\nstill 5'11\" six feet wit shoes\ncompton OG nigga givin niggas the blues\netched in stone, makin yo bitch fetch the bone\ni'm callin the cops punk muthafuckas catch the phone\nwalkie talkie, the 2way and all of the above\nnightstick up yo ass till we all seen blood\nfuck ya, i'm a cop too (what?)\ni'm a cop me a kilo of yay\nand try to get it crackin like it's '82\nwith Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace\ndippin' round the whole place(whole place)\nfuck a six pack nigga cop the whole case(whole case)\nand when them marks come nigga crack they whole face\nthe way my glock cock keep a niggas full got him spittin like that pitcher\nfrom the KC Royals\nsocked the P.D. haters RIP\nvery sincerely yours\nQuik nigga please\n\nChorus(3xs)\nAhh!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.86] DJ Quik\n[00:01.75] I'm not yo one-hit wonder(hell naw)\n[00:04.57] and when you see me on the streets in a black Jeep\n[00:06.62] know i got the heat up under\n[00:07.99] not up under my seat but under my cheek\n[00:10.53] like so close to me when i move it squeaks\n[00:13.05] I aint no big buff dude i'm a rap singer\n[00:15.74] i exercize one muscle that's my strap finger\n[00:18.58] and i cant call it how i see it no more\n[00:20.73] cuz these niggas will take your words back and twist em like a pretzel\n[00:23.52] and these bitche be the same too\n[00:25.74] comin with that sob story crocodile tears tryin to gang you\n[00:28.60] and that's exactly what the game do\n[00:30.88] and if you ever get caught dirty wit a nigga she gon' blame you\n[00:34.07] so what in the hell you wanna floss her for?\n[00:36.22] it's supposed to be bout what a baller nigga cost that ho\n[00:38.73] you givin the game a black eye in ya S-5\n[00:42.02] while you niggas kick back poppin X you let that cuz dry\n[00:44.51] and that bitch supposed to carry her own car note\n[00:47.39] and dont be goin for that shit \"i got a sore throat \"\n[00:49.91] give that bitch a couple surcrets\n[00:52.13] or give that ho that application down on Vernon to that duplex\n[00:54.87] Chorus(AMG)\n[00:55.55] when i bump on this trouble\n[00:57.42] niggas gettin big money on the double\n[00:59.92] fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[01:02.48] gettin rich bitch is the only concern\n[01:04.99] when i bump on this trouble\n[01:06.81] niggas gettin big money on the double\n[01:08.94] fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[01:11.96] gettin rich bitch is the only concern\n[01:13.86] the only concern\n[01:15.39] (AMG)\n[01:15.82] Bitch you get fucked can't suck but you want a nigga with a million bucks\n[01:20.09] a 5 double 0 and Rover truck in the mall ripper till I know they stuck\n[01:25.68] want to tell your friends that you fucked with A\n[01:28.56] but how many dicks did you suck today?\n[01:31.23] do we play ball? do we move that weight?\n[01:33.83] all i got for a muthafuckin ho is hate\n[01:36.64] bitch want to get drunk and high\n[01:38.87] point that booty all to the sky\n[01:41.65] square ass bitch go bake a pie\n[01:44.19] get a tatto of a dick in ya eye\n[01:46.88] wanna be flied call Continental bitch\n[01:50.03] then Benz aint a rental\n[01:52.56] sippin on shit that you cant pronounce\n[01:54.50] ho quit starin at my bank account\n[01:57.07] Chorus\n[01:57.58] When i bump on this trouble\n[01:59.91] niggas gettin big money on the double\n[02:02.47] fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n[02:05.00] gettin rich bitch it's the only concern\n[02:08.05] (DJ Quik)\n[02:09.54] I'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing\n[02:11.95] P the reason you know\n[02:13.07] cuz pimpin'll have you seeing me wit a bad ass ho\n[02:15.48] legendary my name secondary you came\n[02:17.04] and you wont see me stop makin hits till i walk wit a cane\n[02:20.57] still 5'11\" six feet wit shoes\n[02:23.28] compton OG nigga givin niggas the blues\n[02:26.08] etched in stone, makin yo bitch fetch the bone\n[02:28.64] i'm callin the cops punk muthafuckas catch the phone\n[02:31.23] walkie talkie, the 2way and all of the above\n[02:33.79] nightstick up yo ass till we all seen blood\n[02:36.56] fuck ya, i'm a cop too (what?)\n[02:38.42] i'm a cop me a kilo of yay\n[02:40.17] and try to get it crackin like it's '82\n[02:41.82] with Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace\n[02:45.96] dippin' round the whole place(whole place)\n[02:47.70] fuck a six pack nigga cop the whole case(whole case)\n[02:50.27] and when them marks come nigga crack they whole face\n[02:52.53] the way my glock cock keep a niggas full got him spittin like that pitcher\n[02:56.46] from the KC Royals\n[02:57.66] socked the P.D. haters RIP\n[02:59.81] very sincerely yours\n[03:01.29] Quik nigga please\n[03:03.13] Chorus(3xs)\n[03:34.52] Ahh!\n[03:37.97] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Trouble\n  artist: DJ Quik feat. 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rap singer\n  i exercize one muscle that's my strap finger\n  and i cant call it how i see it no more\n  cuz these niggas will take your words back and twist em like a pretzel\n  and these bitche be the same too\n  comin with that sob story crocodile tears tryin to gang you\n  and that's exactly what the game do\n  and if you ever get caught dirty wit a nigga she gon' blame you\n  so what in the hell you wanna floss her for?\n  it's supposed to be bout what a baller nigga cost that ho\n  you givin the game a black eye in ya S-5\n  while you niggas kick back poppin X you let that cuz dry\n  and that bitch supposed to carry her own car note\n  and dont be goin for that shit \"i got a sore throat \"\n  give that bitch a couple surcrets\n  or give that ho that application down on Vernon to that duplex\n\n  Chorus(AMG)\n  when i bump on this trouble\n  niggas gettin big money on the double\n  fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n  gettin rich bitch is the only concern\n\n  when i bump on this trouble\n  niggas gettin big money on the double\n  fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n  gettin rich bitch is the only concern\n  the only concern\n\n  (AMG)\n\n  Bitch you get fucked can't suck but you want a nigga with a million bucks\n  a 5 double 0 and Rover truck in the mall ripper till I know they stuck\n  want to tell your friends that you fucked with A\n  but how many dicks did you suck today?\n  do we play ball? do we move that weight?\n  all i got for a muthafuckin ho is hate\n  bitch want to get drunk and high\n  point that booty all to the sky\n  square ass bitch go bake a pie\n  get a tatto of a dick in ya eye\n  wanna be flied call Continental bitch\n  then Benz aint a rental\n  sippin on shit that you cant pronounce\n  ho quit starin at my bank account\n\n  Chorus\n  When i bump on this trouble\n  niggas gettin big money on the double\n  fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn\n  gettin rich bitch it's the only concern\n\n  (DJ Quik)\n  I'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing\n  P the reason you know\n  cuz pimpin'll have you seeing me wit a bad ass ho\n  legendary my name secondary you came\n  and you wont see me stop makin hits till i walk wit a cane\n  still 5'11\" six feet wit shoes\n  compton OG nigga givin niggas the blues\n  etched in stone, makin yo bitch fetch the bone\n  i'm callin the cops punk muthafuckas catch the phone\n  walkie talkie, the 2way and all of the above\n  nightstick up yo ass till we all seen blood\n  fuck ya, i'm a cop too (what?)\n  i'm a cop me a kilo of yay\n  and try to get it crackin like it's '82\n  with Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace\n  dippin' round the whole place(whole place)\n  fuck a six pack nigga cop the whole case(whole case)\n  and when them marks come nigga crack they whole face\n  the way my glock cock keep a niggas full got him spittin like that pitcher\n  from the KC Royals\n  socked the P.D. haters RIP\n  very sincerely yours\n  Quik nigga please\n\n  Chorus(3xs)\n  Ahh!\n"}]