[{"id":10535675,"name":"Congratulations","trackName":"Congratulations","artistName":"Defari","albumName":"Street Music","duration":256.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Evidence is the General\nDefari is the Lieuteneant\nAnd this that street music\nThat roll a blunt music, pack a bowl music\nAnd we very adamant about this West Coast shit\nAnd I'm here to keep tellin' you...\n\nI'm often imitated but never the same\nDe-Far-I tatted in your brain\nRhymes are refined like a diamond chain\nSome of y'all ain't even worth a pound of grain\nI stay twenty steps ahead in my lane\nThat's twenty different ways not to sound mundane\nI straight mash them with the passion and pain\nThat's why I give it my all plus what remains\nThat's 110 dogg, it never changed\nWhen they announce my name, I fly the plane\nI've seen the black Madonna's face in the mountains of Spain\nI've seen the West stand up with the lyrics of game\nI spit fire through the hail, sleet, snow or rain\nI'm the sun that's blarin' through your window pane\nI'm the one who elevated from whence he came\nThat first grandson of Mary and James (yup)\n\nI'm very adamant, about this fresh West Coast shit\nOh nigga don't trip\nOne wrong move in your chest will dig\nI congratulate you, just let me live\n\nFierce like lions jumpin' on they prey\nThey bump me in Japan, the man from L.A.\nI rock with the best that known for years\nThe champagne bottles, tour buses, the leer\nThe MTV, BET, the clubs\nThe X to the Z, P's halves and dubs\nFrequent Flyer Miles like all day long\nThe pull ups, the dips, Steady Arm's that Strong\nLimited experience not my cup\nTake more than a stripper to get me up\nAnd I don't mean from the bed, I mean for us to f---\nOld school, I still call a ugly girl a duck\nShake 'em off, I shot the sheriff, take the bacon off\nThe streets of L.A. the black male gets taken off\nObvious I rhyme tight, you're the sloppiest\nYou're so off-beat, a degree below the novices\n\nI'm very adamant, about this fresh West Coast shit\nOh nigga don't trip\nOne wrong move in your chest will dig\nI congratulate you, just let me live\n\nSmoother than a white fox in fresh snow\nBreak bread at the do' and see the best show\nDefari, yes to Mr. West Coast\nWith the air from his chest he gots the best flows\nLos Angeles, we gots the best 'dro\nMan handle this, get in and let's go\nWhat it do, nothin' less, Hennessy or Mo'\nTell the truth my concoction tend to be them both\nRoll up a blunt and stay cool my nigga\nThe streets full of animals, they fools my nigga\nThe city's like one big zoo my nigga\nThe police can't stand me and you my nigga\n\nI'm very adamant, about this fresh West Coast shit\nOh nigga don't trip\nOne wrong move in your chest will dig\nI congratulate you, just let me live\n\nOh nigga don't trip... oh nigga don't trip...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Congratulations\n  artist: Defari\n  album: Street Music\n  duration_ms: 256000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Evidence is the General\n  Defari is the Lieuteneant\n  And this that street music\n  That roll a blunt music, pack a bowl music\n  And we very adamant about this West Coast shit\n  And I'm here to keep tellin' you...\n\n  I'm often imitated but never the same\n  De-Far-I tatted in your brain\n  Rhymes are refined like a diamond chain\n  Some of y'all ain't even worth a pound of grain\n  I stay twenty steps ahead in my lane\n  That's twenty different ways not to sound mundane\n  I straight mash them with the passion and pain\n  That's why I give it my all plus what remains\n  That's 110 dogg, it never changed\n  When they announce my name, I fly the plane\n  I've seen the black Madonna's face in the mountains of Spain\n  I've seen the West stand up with the lyrics of game\n  I spit fire through the hail, sleet, snow or rain\n  I'm the sun that's blarin' through your window pane\n  I'm the one who elevated from whence he came\n  That first grandson of Mary and James (yup)\n\n  I'm very adamant, about this fresh West Coast shit\n  Oh nigga don't trip\n  One wrong move in your chest will dig\n  I congratulate you, just let me live\n\n  Fierce like lions jumpin' on they prey\n  They bump me in Japan, the man from L.A.\n  I rock with the best that known for years\n  The champagne bottles, tour buses, the leer\n  The MTV, BET, the clubs\n  The X to the Z, P's halves and dubs\n  Frequent Flyer Miles like all day long\n  The pull ups, the dips, Steady Arm's that Strong\n  Limited experience not my cup\n  Take more than a stripper to get me up\n  And I don't mean from the bed, I mean for us to f---\n  Old school, I still call a ugly girl a duck\n  Shake 'em off, I shot the sheriff, take the bacon off\n  The streets of L.A. the black male gets taken off\n  Obvious I rhyme tight, you're the sloppiest\n  You're so off-beat, a degree below the novices\n\n  I'm very adamant, about this fresh West Coast shit\n  Oh nigga don't trip\n  One wrong move in your chest will dig\n  I congratulate you, just let me live\n\n  Smoother than a white fox in fresh snow\n  Break bread at the do' and see the best show\n  Defari, yes to Mr. West Coast\n  With the air from his chest he gots the best flows\n  Los Angeles, we gots the best 'dro\n  Man handle this, get in and let's go\n  What it do, nothin' less, Hennessy or Mo'\n  Tell the truth my concoction tend to be them both\n  Roll up a blunt and stay cool my nigga\n  The streets full of animals, they fools my nigga\n  The city's like one big zoo my nigga\n  The police can't stand me and you my nigga\n\n  I'm very adamant, about this fresh West Coast shit\n  Oh nigga don't trip\n  One wrong move in your chest will dig\n  I congratulate you, just let me live\n\n  Oh nigga don't trip... oh nigga don't trip...\n"}]