[{"id":39533794,"name":"Hoodtraps (Feat. Snoop Dogg & Kokane)","trackName":"Hoodtraps (Feat. Snoop Dogg & Kokane)","artistName":"Doggy's Angels","albumName":"Presents Doggy's Angels: Pleezbaleevit!","duration":265.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sometimes I just sit alone in the dark\nAnd blaze a whole zone\nChronic fills my mind, whoa-whoa\nI'm thinkin' bout stressful times\nThe world is gettin' colder\nMy mama always said I would possess a burden on myself\nWhoa-whoa, whoa-whoa\n\nI'm stuck on stupid but I'm movin' again\nWe rock from the treetop, why you worryin' bout what we got?\nCurbs, birds, and homies slangin' peacocks\nHe plot, we plot, he cocked, we shot\nKarl Kani stomp these niggas like Reebok\nBlack folks is a mess, why we not\nPushin' for the same goals, boy you done sold your soul\nHowever do ya want it?\nA penny for your thought or a nickel for your kiss\nIf you ain't gettin' the millions why you fuckin' with it?\nHmm, hell yeah, everybody gotta eat\nBut you ridin' with the Devil, in your motherfuckin' passengers seat\nFrom bread and butter to bread and meat\nYou bitch ass niggas ain't gettin' me\nSo why y'all sweatin' me, darin' me\nAin't nar' one of you motherfuckers scarin' me, this LBC\n\nIt's so heavy on my mind... all the time\nSo heavy on my mind, all the time\nIt's so heavy on my mind... all the time\nSo heavy on my mind, all the time\n\nI used to have a homie who would lend me cash\nLet me use his car and stay down for the mash\nAnd when the game came to me I did the same for his ass\nBut he just kept on bringin' up the past\nLet him ride out of town first-class\nHad him drinkin' champagne out a hundred dollar glass\nTalkin' bout things that a nigga never had\nBought him his first pad, now my nigga mad\nCalled up my dad, asked him what to do about it\nHe said \"Son, you need to pray for your enemies\"\nNow look at me, I'm puttin' it in God's hands\nAnd this nigga talkin' bout gettin' at me man\nShit, the names have been changed to protect us all\nCause on the real, y'all need to holler at me dogg\nI'm tryin' to put the West Coast back on the map\nAnd I ain't goin' for no hoodtraps by no motherfuckin' hoodrats\n\nIt's so heavy on my mind... all the time\nSo heavy on my mind, all the time\nIt's so heavy on my mind... all the time\nSo heavy on my mind, all the time\n\nY'all ain't ready for her, the hoodrat with the good cat\nI'll watch these fools like somethin' out of Hollywood\nThey act like they on top of the world\nY'all can't stop this girl from bringin' somethin' new to the world\nBoy, my G's is movin' ki's across borders\nI push dope through your tape recorders\nAnd everybody wanna hit but everybody ain't got this\nAt a show watch Big Chan rock it\nLike gangs my shit bang in the streets\nI hang with niggas who creep through hoods and keep heat\nUnder my pillow so I could sleep, good\nBig Chan make every party bounce like my homies Fleetwood\nUh, my mission is to move y'all, like I was a U-Haul\nEverybody claim to put in work, who with Ru Paul?\nThey comedians, and like Tony\nI'ma make sure they never breathe again\n\nIt's so heavy on my mind... all the time\nSo heavy on my mind, all the time\nIt's so heavy on my mind... all the time\nSo heavy on my mind, all the time\n\nSometimes I just sit alone in the dark\nAnd blaze a whole zone\nChronic fills my mind, whoa-whoa\nThinkin' bout stressful times\nThe world is gettin' colder\nMama said I'm a burden on myself\nWhoa-whoa, whoa-whoa","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hoodtraps (Feat. Snoop Dogg & Kokane)\n  artist: Doggy's Angels\n  album: 'Presents Doggy''s Angels: Pleezbaleevit!'\n  duration_ms: 265413\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Sometimes I just sit alone in the dark\n  And blaze a whole zone\n  Chronic fills my mind, whoa-whoa\n  I'm thinkin' bout stressful times\n  The world is gettin' colder\n  My mama always said I would possess a burden on myself\n  Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa\n\n  I'm stuck on stupid but I'm movin' again\n  We rock from the treetop, why you worryin' bout what we got?\n  Curbs, birds, and homies slangin' peacocks\n  He plot, we plot, he cocked, we shot\n  Karl Kani stomp these niggas like Reebok\n  Black folks is a mess, why we not\n  Pushin' for the same goals, boy you done sold your soul\n  However do ya want it?\n  A penny for your thought or a nickel for your kiss\n  If you ain't gettin' the millions why you fuckin' with it?\n  Hmm, hell yeah, everybody gotta eat\n  But you ridin' with the Devil, in your motherfuckin' passengers seat\n  From bread and butter to bread and meat\n  You bitch ass niggas ain't gettin' me\n  So why y'all sweatin' me, darin' me\n  Ain't nar' one of you motherfuckers scarin' me, this LBC\n\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n\n  I used to have a homie who would lend me cash\n  Let me use his car and stay down for the mash\n  And when the game came to me I did the same for his ass\n  But he just kept on bringin' up the past\n  Let him ride out of town first-class\n  Had him drinkin' champagne out a hundred dollar glass\n  Talkin' bout things that a nigga never had\n  Bought him his first pad, now my nigga mad\n  Called up my dad, asked him what to do about it\n  He said \"Son, you need to pray for your enemies\"\n  Now look at me, I'm puttin' it in God's hands\n  And this nigga talkin' bout gettin' at me man\n  Shit, the names have been changed to protect us all\n  Cause on the real, y'all need to holler at me dogg\n  I'm tryin' to put the West Coast back on the map\n  And I ain't goin' for no hoodtraps by no motherfuckin' hoodrats\n\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n\n  Y'all ain't ready for her, the hoodrat with the good cat\n  I'll watch these fools like somethin' out of Hollywood\n  They act like they on top of the world\n  Y'all can't stop this girl from bringin' somethin' new to the world\n  Boy, my G's is movin' ki's across borders\n  I push dope through your tape recorders\n  And everybody wanna hit but everybody ain't got this\n  At a show watch Big Chan rock it\n  Like gangs my shit bang in the streets\n  I hang with niggas who creep through hoods and keep heat\n  Under my pillow so I could sleep, good\n  Big Chan make every party bounce like my homies Fleetwood\n  Uh, my mission is to move y'all, like I was a U-Haul\n  Everybody claim to put in work, who with Ru Paul?\n  They comedians, and like Tony\n  I'ma make sure they never breathe again\n\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n\n  Sometimes I just sit alone in the dark\n  And blaze a whole zone\n  Chronic fills my mind, whoa-whoa\n  Thinkin' bout stressful times\n  The world is gettin' colder\n  Mama said I'm a burden on myself\n  Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa\n"},{"id":6667618,"name":"Hoodtraps","trackName":"Hoodtraps","artistName":"Doggy’s Angels","albumName":"Pleezbaleevit!","duration":265.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sometimes I just sit alone in the dark\nAnd blaze a whole zone\nChronic fills my mind, whoa-whoa\nI'm thinkin' bout stressful times\nThe world is gettin' colder\nMy mama always said I would possess a burden on myself\nWhoa-whoa, whoa-whoa\n\nI'm stuck on 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to me I did the same for his ass\nBut he just kept on bringin' up the past\nLet him ride out of town first-class\nHad him drinkin' champagne out a hundred dollar glass\nTalkin' bout things that a nigga never had\nBought him his first pad, now my nigga mad\nCalled up my dad, asked him what to do about it\nHe said \"Son, you need to pray for your enemies\"\nNow look at me, I'm puttin' it in God's hands\nAnd this nigga talkin' bout gettin' at me man\nShit, the names have been changed to protect us all\nCause on the real, y'all need to holler at me dogg\nI'm tryin' to put the West Coast back on the map\nAnd I ain't goin' for no hoodtraps by no motherfuckin' hoodrats\n\nIt's so heavy on my mind... all the time\nSo heavy on my mind, all the time\nIt's so heavy on my mind... all the time\nSo heavy on my mind, all the time\n\nY'all ain't ready for her, the hoodrat with the good cat\nI'll watch these fools like somethin' out of Hollywood\nThey act like they on top of the world\nY'all can't stop this girl from bringin' somethin' new to the world\nBoy, my G's is movin' ki's across borders\nI push dope through your tape recorders\nAnd everybody wanna hit but everybody ain't got this\nAt a show watch Big Chan rock it\nLike gangs my shit bang in the streets\nI hang with niggas who creep through hoods and keep heat\nUnder my pillow so I could sleep, good\nBig Chan make every party bounce like my homies Fleetwood\nUh, my mission is to move y'all, like I was a U-Haul\nEverybody claim to put in work, who with Ru Paul?\nThey comedians, and like Tony\nI'ma make sure they never breathe again\n\nIt's so heavy on my mind... all the time\nSo heavy on my mind, all the time\nIt's so heavy on my mind... all the time\nSo heavy on my mind, all the time\n\nSometimes I just sit alone in the dark\nAnd blaze a whole zone\nChronic fills my mind, whoa-whoa\nThinkin' bout stressful times\nThe world is gettin' colder\nMama said I'm a burden on myself\nWhoa-whoa, 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with the Devil, in your motherfuckin' passengers seat\n  From bread and butter to bread and meat\n  You bitch ass niggas ain't gettin' me\n  So why y'all sweatin' me, darin' me\n  Ain't nar' one of you motherfuckers scarin' me, this LBC\n\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n\n  I used to have a homie who would lend me cash\n  Let me use his car and stay down for the mash\n  And when the game came to me I did the same for his ass\n  But he just kept on bringin' up the past\n  Let him ride out of town first-class\n  Had him drinkin' champagne out a hundred dollar glass\n  Talkin' bout things that a nigga never had\n  Bought him his first pad, now my nigga mad\n  Called up my dad, asked him what to do about it\n  He said \"Son, you need to pray for your enemies\"\n  Now look at me, I'm puttin' it in God's hands\n  And this nigga talkin' bout gettin' at me man\n  Shit, the names have been changed to protect us all\n  Cause on the real, y'all need to holler at me dogg\n  I'm tryin' to put the West Coast back on the map\n  And I ain't goin' for no hoodtraps by no motherfuckin' hoodrats\n\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n\n  Y'all ain't ready for her, the hoodrat with the good cat\n  I'll watch these fools like somethin' out of Hollywood\n  They act like they on top of the world\n  Y'all can't stop this girl from bringin' somethin' new to the world\n  Boy, my G's is movin' ki's across borders\n  I push dope through your tape recorders\n  And everybody wanna hit but everybody ain't got this\n  At a show watch Big Chan rock it\n  Like gangs my shit bang in the streets\n  I hang with niggas who creep through hoods and keep heat\n  Under my pillow so I could sleep, good\n  Big Chan make every party bounce like my homies 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stay down for the mash\nAnd when the game came to me I did the same for his ass\nBut he just kept on bringin' up the past\nLet him ride out of town first-class\nHad him drinkin' champagne out a hundred dollar glass\nTalkin' bout things that a nigga never had\nBought him his first pad, now my nigga mad\nCalled up my dad, asked him what to do about it\nHe said \"Son, you need to pray for your enemies\"\nNow look at me, I'm puttin' it in God's hands\nAnd this nigga talkin' bout gettin' at me man\nShit, the names have been changed to protect us all\nCause on the real, y'all need to holler at me dogg\nI'm tryin' to put the West Coast back on the map\nAnd I ain't goin' for no hoodtraps by no motherfuckin' hoodrats\n\nIt's so heavy on my mind... all the time\nSo heavy on my mind, all the time\nIt's so heavy on my mind... all the time\nSo heavy on my mind, all the time\n\nY'all ain't ready for her, the hoodrat with the good cat\nI'll watch these fools like somethin' out of Hollywood\nThey act like they on top of the world\nY'all can't stop this girl from bringin' somethin' new to the world\nBoy, my G's is movin' ki's across borders\nI push dope through your tape recorders\nAnd everybody wanna hit but everybody ain't got this\nAt a show watch Big Chan rock it\nLike gangs my shit bang in the streets\nI hang with niggas who creep through hoods and keep heat\nUnder my pillow so I could sleep, good\nBig Chan make every party bounce like my homies Fleetwood\nUh, my mission is to move y'all, like I was a U-Haul\nEverybody claim to put in work, who with Ru Paul?\nThey comedians, and like Tony\nI'ma make sure they never breathe again\n\nIt's so heavy on my mind... all the time\nSo heavy on my mind, all the time\nIt's so heavy on my mind... all the time\nSo heavy on my mind, all the time\n\nSometimes I just sit alone in the dark\nAnd blaze a whole zone\nChronic fills my mind, whoa-whoa\nThinkin' bout stressful times\nThe world is gettin' colder\nMama said I'm a burden on myself\nWhoa-whoa, whoa-whoa","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hoodtraps\n  artist: Doggy's Angels\n  album: Pleezbaleevit!\n  duration_ms: 267528\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Sometimes I just sit alone in the dark\n  And blaze a whole zone\n  Chronic fills my mind, whoa-whoa\n  I'm thinkin' bout stressful times\n  The world is gettin' colder\n  My mama always said I would possess a burden on myself\n  Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa\n\n  I'm stuck on stupid but I'm movin' again\n  We rock from the treetop, why you worryin' bout what we got?\n  Curbs, birds, and homies slangin' peacocks\n  He plot, we plot, he cocked, we shot\n  Karl Kani stomp these niggas like Reebok\n  Black folks is a mess, why we not\n  Pushin' for the same goals, boy you done sold your soul\n  However do ya want it?\n  A penny for your thought or a nickel for your kiss\n  If you ain't gettin' the millions why you fuckin' with it?\n  Hmm, hell yeah, everybody gotta eat\n  But you ridin' with the Devil, in your motherfuckin' passengers seat\n  From bread and butter to bread and meat\n  You bitch ass niggas ain't gettin' me\n  So why y'all sweatin' me, darin' me\n  Ain't nar' one of you motherfuckers scarin' me, this LBC\n\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n\n  I used to have a homie who would lend me cash\n  Let me use his car and stay down for the mash\n  And when the game came to me I did the same for his ass\n  But he just kept on bringin' up the past\n  Let him ride out of town first-class\n  Had him drinkin' champagne out a hundred dollar glass\n  Talkin' bout things that a nigga never had\n  Bought him his first pad, now my nigga mad\n  Called up my dad, asked him what to do about it\n  He said \"Son, you need to pray for your enemies\"\n  Now look at me, I'm puttin' it in God's hands\n  And this nigga talkin' bout gettin' at me man\n  Shit, the names have been changed to protect us all\n  Cause on the real, y'all need to holler at me dogg\n  I'm tryin' to put the West Coast back on the map\n  And I ain't goin' for no hoodtraps by no motherfuckin' hoodrats\n\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n\n  Y'all ain't ready for her, the hoodrat with the good cat\n  I'll watch these fools like somethin' out of Hollywood\n  They act like they on top of the world\n  Y'all can't stop this girl from bringin' somethin' new to the world\n  Boy, my G's is movin' ki's across borders\n  I push dope through your tape recorders\n  And everybody wanna hit but everybody ain't got this\n  At a show watch Big Chan rock it\n  Like gangs my shit bang in the streets\n  I hang with niggas who creep through hoods and keep heat\n  Under my pillow so I could sleep, good\n  Big Chan make every party bounce like my homies Fleetwood\n  Uh, my mission is to move y'all, like I was a U-Haul\n  Everybody claim to put in work, who with Ru Paul?\n  They comedians, and like Tony\n  I'ma make sure they never breathe again\n\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n\n  Sometimes I just sit alone in the dark\n  And blaze a whole zone\n  Chronic fills my mind, whoa-whoa\n  Thinkin' bout stressful times\n  The world is gettin' colder\n  Mama said I'm a burden on myself\n  Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa\n"},{"id":12670331,"name":"17 Hoodtraps","trackName":"17 Hoodtraps","artistName":"Doggy's Angels","albumName":"Pleezbaleevit!","duration":265.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sometimes I just sit alone in the dark\nAnd blaze a whole zone\nChronic fills my mind, whoa-whoa\nI'm thinkin' bout stressful times\nThe world is gettin' colder\nMy mama always said I would possess a burden on myself\nWhoa-whoa, whoa-whoa\n\nI'm stuck on stupid but I'm movin' again\nWe rock from the treetop, why you worryin' bout what we got?\nCurbs, birds, and homies slangin' peacocks\nHe plot, we plot, he cocked, we shot\nKarl Kani stomp these niggas like Reebok\nBlack folks is a mess, why we not\nPushin' for the same goals, boy you done sold your soul\nHowever do ya want it?\nA penny for your thought or a nickel for your kiss\nIf you ain't gettin' the millions why you fuckin' with it?\nHmm, hell yeah, everybody gotta eat\nBut you ridin' with the Devil, in your motherfuckin' passengers seat\nFrom bread and butter to bread and meat\nYou bitch ass niggas ain't gettin' me\nSo why y'all sweatin' me, darin' me\nAin't nar' one of you motherfuckers scarin' me, this LBC\n\nIt's so heavy on my mind... all the time\nSo heavy on my mind, all the time\nIt's so heavy on my mind... all the time\nSo heavy on my mind, all the time\n\nI used to have a homie who would lend me cash\nLet me use his car and stay down for the mash\nAnd when the game came to me I did the same for his ass\nBut he just kept on bringin' up the past\nLet him ride out of town first-class\nHad him drinkin' champagne out a hundred dollar glass\nTalkin' bout things that a nigga never had\nBought him his first pad, now my nigga mad\nCalled up my dad, asked him what to do about it\nHe said \"Son, you need to pray for your enemies\"\nNow look at me, I'm puttin' it in God's hands\nAnd this nigga talkin' bout gettin' at me man\nShit, the names have been changed to protect us all\nCause on the real, y'all need to holler at me dogg\nI'm tryin' to put the West Coast back on the map\nAnd I ain't goin' for no hoodtraps by no motherfuckin' hoodrats\n\nIt's so heavy on my mind... all the time\nSo heavy on my mind, all the time\nIt's so heavy on my mind... all the time\nSo heavy on my mind, all the time\n\nY'all ain't ready for her, the hoodrat with the good cat\nI'll watch these fools like somethin' out of 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nigga talkin' bout gettin' at me man\n  Shit, the names have been changed to protect us all\n  Cause on the real, y'all need to holler at me dogg\n  I'm tryin' to put the West Coast back on the map\n  And I ain't goin' for no hoodtraps by no motherfuckin' hoodrats\n\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n\n  Y'all ain't ready for her, the hoodrat with the good cat\n  I'll watch these fools like somethin' out of Hollywood\n  They act like they on top of the world\n  Y'all can't stop this girl from bringin' somethin' new to the world\n  Boy, my G's is movin' ki's across borders\n  I push dope through your tape recorders\n  And everybody wanna hit but everybody ain't got this\n  At a show watch Big Chan rock it\n  Like gangs my shit bang in the streets\n  I hang with niggas who creep through hoods and keep heat\n  Under my pillow so I could sleep, good\n  Big Chan 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butter to bread and meat\n  You bitch ass niggas ain't gettin' me\n  So why y'all sweatin' me, darin' me\n  Ain't nar' one of you motherfuckers scarin' me, this LBC\n\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n\n  I used to have a homie who would lend me cash\n  Let me use his car and stay down for the mash\n  And when the game came to me I did the same for his ass\n  But he just kept on bringin' up the past\n  Let him ride out of town first-class\n  Had him drinkin' champagne out a hundred dollar glass\n  Talkin' bout things that a nigga never had\n  Bought him his first pad, now my nigga mad\n  Called up my dad, asked him what to do about it\n  He said \"Son, you need to pray for your enemies\"\n  Now look at me, I'm puttin' it in God's hands\n  And this nigga talkin' bout gettin' at me man\n  Shit, the names have been changed to protect us all\n  Cause on the real, 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Everybody claim to put in work, who with Ru Paul?\n  They comedians, and like Tony\n  I'ma make sure they never breathe again\n\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n\n  Sometimes I just sit alone in the dark\n  And blaze a whole zone\n  Chronic fills my mind, whoa-whoa\n  Thinkin' bout stressful times\n  The world is gettin' colder\n  Mama said I'm a burden on myself\n  Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa\n"},{"id":19577492,"name":"HoodTraps (Featuring Snoop Dogg & Kokane)","trackName":"HoodTraps (Featuring Snoop Dogg & Kokane)","artistName":"Doggy's Angels","albumName":"Pleezbaleevit!","duration":265.589841,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sometimes I just sit alone in the dark\nAnd blaze a whole zone\nChronic fills my mind, whoa-whoa\nI'm thinkin' bout stressful times\nThe world is gettin' colder\nMy mama always said I would possess a burden on 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stay down for the mash\nAnd when the game came to me I did the same for his ass\nBut he just kept on bringin' up the past\nLet him ride out of town first-class\nHad him drinkin' champagne out a hundred dollar glass\nTalkin' bout things that a nigga never had\nBought him his first pad, now my nigga mad\nCalled up my dad, asked him what to do about it\nHe said \"Son, you need to pray for your enemies\"\nNow look at me, I'm puttin' it in God's hands\nAnd this nigga talkin' bout gettin' at me man\nShit, the names have been changed to protect us all\nCause on the real, y'all need to holler at me dogg\nI'm tryin' to put the West Coast back on the map\nAnd I ain't goin' for no hoodtraps by no motherfuckin' hoodrats\n\nIt's so heavy on my mind... all the time\nSo heavy on my mind, all the time\nIt's so heavy on my mind... all the time\nSo heavy on my mind, all the time\n\nY'all ain't ready for her, the hoodrat with the good cat\nI'll watch these fools like somethin' out of Hollywood\nThey act 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hell yeah, everybody gotta eat\n  But you ridin' with the Devil, in your motherfuckin' passengers seat\n  From bread and butter to bread and meat\n  You bitch ass niggas ain't gettin' me\n  So why y'all sweatin' me, darin' me\n  Ain't nar' one of you motherfuckers scarin' me, this LBC\n\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n\n  I used to have a homie who would lend me cash\n  Let me use his car and stay down for the mash\n  And when the game came to me I did the same for his ass\n  But he just kept on bringin' up the past\n  Let him ride out of town first-class\n  Had him drinkin' champagne out a hundred dollar glass\n  Talkin' bout things that a nigga never had\n  Bought him his first pad, now my nigga mad\n  Called up my dad, asked him what to do about it\n  He said \"Son, you need to pray for your enemies\"\n  Now look at me, I'm puttin' it in God's hands\n  And this nigga talkin' bout gettin' at me man\n  Shit, the names have been changed to protect us all\n  Cause on the real, y'all need to holler at me dogg\n  I'm tryin' to put the West Coast back on the map\n  And I ain't goin' for no hoodtraps by no motherfuckin' hoodrats\n\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n\n  Y'all ain't ready for her, the hoodrat with the good cat\n  I'll watch these fools like somethin' out of Hollywood\n  They act like they on top of the world\n  Y'all can't stop this girl from bringin' somethin' new to the world\n  Boy, my G's is movin' ki's across borders\n  I push dope through your tape recorders\n  And everybody wanna hit but everybody ain't got this\n  At a show watch Big Chan rock it\n  Like gangs my shit bang in the streets\n  I hang with niggas who creep through hoods and keep heat\n  Under my pillow so I could sleep, good\n  Big Chan make every party bounce like my homies Fleetwood\n  Uh, my mission is to move y'all, like I was a U-Haul\n  Everybody claim to put in work, who with Ru Paul?\n  They comedians, and like Tony\n  I'ma make sure they never breathe again\n\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n\n  Sometimes I just sit alone in the dark\n  And blaze a whole zone\n  Chronic fills my mind, whoa-whoa\n  Thinkin' bout stressful times\n  The world is gettin' colder\n  Mama said I'm a burden on myself\n  Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa\n"},{"id":13842518,"name":"Hoodtraps","trackName":"Hoodtraps","artistName":"Snoop Dogg presents Doggy’s Angels","albumName":"Pleezbaleevit!","duration":265.456327,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sometimes I just sit alone in the dark\nAnd blaze a whole zone\nChronic fills my mind, whoa-whoa\nI'm thinkin' bout stressful times\nThe world is gettin' colder\nMy mama always said I would possess a burden on myself\nWhoa-whoa, whoa-whoa\n\nI'm stuck on stupid but I'm movin' again\nWe rock from the treetop, why you worryin' bout what we got?\nCurbs, birds, and homies slangin' peacocks\nHe plot, we plot, he cocked, we shot\nKarl Kani stomp these niggas like Reebok\nBlack folks is a mess, why we not\nPushin' for the same goals, boy you done sold your soul\nHowever do ya want it?\nA penny for your thought or a nickel for your kiss\nIf you ain't gettin' the millions why you fuckin' with it?\nHmm, hell yeah, everybody gotta eat\nBut you ridin' with the Devil, in your motherfuckin' passengers seat\nFrom bread and butter to bread and meat\nYou bitch ass niggas ain't gettin' me\nSo why y'all sweatin' me, darin' me\nAin't nar' one of you motherfuckers scarin' me, this LBC\n\nIt's so heavy on my mind... all the time\nSo heavy on my mind, all the time\nIt's so heavy on my mind... all the time\nSo heavy on my mind, all the time\n\nI used to have a homie who would lend me cash\nLet me use his car and stay down for the mash\nAnd when the game came to me I did the same for his ass\nBut he just kept on bringin' up the past\nLet him ride out of town first-class\nHad him drinkin' champagne out a hundred dollar glass\nTalkin' bout things that a nigga never had\nBought him his first pad, now my nigga mad\nCalled up my dad, asked him what to do about it\nHe said \"Son, you need to pray for your enemies\"\nNow look at me, I'm puttin' it in God's hands\nAnd this nigga talkin' bout gettin' at me man\nShit, the names have been changed to protect us all\nCause on the real, y'all need to holler at me dogg\nI'm tryin' to put the West Coast back on the map\nAnd I ain't goin' for no hoodtraps by no motherfuckin' hoodrats\n\nIt's so heavy on my mind... all the time\nSo heavy on my mind, all the time\nIt's so heavy on my mind... all the time\nSo heavy on my mind, all the time\n\nY'all ain't ready for her, the hoodrat with the good 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times\nThe world is gettin' colder\nMama said I'm a burden on myself\nWhoa-whoa, whoa-whoa","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hoodtraps\n  artist: Snoop Dogg presents Doggy’s Angels\n  album: Pleezbaleevit!\n  duration_ms: 265456\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Sometimes I just sit alone in the dark\n  And blaze a whole zone\n  Chronic fills my mind, whoa-whoa\n  I'm thinkin' bout stressful times\n  The world is gettin' colder\n  My mama always said I would possess a burden on myself\n  Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa\n\n  I'm stuck on stupid but I'm movin' again\n  We rock from the treetop, why you worryin' bout what we got?\n  Curbs, birds, and homies slangin' peacocks\n  He plot, we plot, he cocked, we shot\n  Karl Kani stomp these niggas like Reebok\n  Black folks is a mess, why we not\n  Pushin' for the same goals, boy you done sold your soul\n  However do ya want it?\n  A penny for your thought or a nickel for your kiss\n  If you ain't 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enemies\"\n  Now look at me, I'm puttin' it in God's hands\n  And this nigga talkin' bout gettin' at me man\n  Shit, the names have been changed to protect us all\n  Cause on the real, y'all need to holler at me dogg\n  I'm tryin' to put the West Coast back on the map\n  And I ain't goin' for no hoodtraps by no motherfuckin' hoodrats\n\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n\n  Y'all ain't ready for her, the hoodrat with the good cat\n  I'll watch these fools like somethin' out of Hollywood\n  They act like they on top of the world\n  Y'all can't stop this girl from bringin' somethin' new to the world\n  Boy, my G's is movin' ki's across borders\n  I push dope through your tape recorders\n  And everybody wanna hit but everybody ain't got this\n  At a show watch Big Chan rock it\n  Like gangs my shit bang in the streets\n  I hang with niggas who creep through hoods 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Everybody claim to put in work, who with Ru Paul?\n  They comedians, and like Tony\n  I'ma make sure they never breathe again\n\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n\n  Sometimes I just sit alone in the dark\n  And blaze a whole zone\n  Chronic fills my mind, whoa-whoa\n  Thinkin' bout stressful times\n  The world is gettin' colder\n  Mama said I'm a burden on myself\n  Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa\n"},{"id":21511702,"name":"Hoodtraps","trackName":"Hoodtraps","artistName":"Doggy's Angels ft Snoop Dogg & Kokane","albumName":"Pleezbaleevit!","duration":265.419833,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sometimes I just sit alone in the dark\nAnd blaze a whole zone\nChronic fills my mind, whoa-whoa\nI'm thinkin' bout stressful times\nThe world is gettin' colder\nMy mama always said I would possess a burden on myself\nWhoa-whoa, whoa-whoa\n\nI'm stuck on 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gettin' at me man\n  Shit, the names have been changed to protect us all\n  Cause on the real, y'all need to holler at me dogg\n  I'm tryin' to put the West Coast back on the map\n  And I ain't goin' for no hoodtraps by no motherfuckin' hoodrats\n\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n\n  Y'all ain't ready for her, the hoodrat with the good cat\n  I'll watch these fools like somethin' out of Hollywood\n  They act like they on top of the world\n  Y'all can't stop this girl from bringin' somethin' new to the world\n  Boy, my G's is movin' ki's across borders\n  I push dope through your tape recorders\n  And everybody wanna hit but everybody ain't got this\n  At a show watch Big Chan rock it\n  Like gangs my shit bang in the streets\n  I hang with niggas who creep through hoods and keep heat\n  Under my pillow so I could sleep, good\n  Big Chan make every party 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Snoop Dogg & Kokane\n  album: Pleezbaleevit\n  duration_ms: 265000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Sometimes I just sit alone in the dark\n  And blaze a whole zone\n  Chronic fills my mind, whoa-whoa\n  I'm thinkin' bout stressful times\n  The world is gettin' colder\n  My mama always said I would possess a burden on myself\n  Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa\n\n  I'm stuck on stupid but I'm movin' again\n  We rock from the treetop, why you worryin' bout what we got?\n  Curbs, birds, and homies slangin' peacocks\n  He plot, we plot, he cocked, we shot\n  Karl Kani stomp these niggas like Reebok\n  Black folks is a mess, why we not\n  Pushin' for the same goals, boy you done sold your soul\n  However do ya want it?\n  A penny for your thought or a nickel for your kiss\n  If you ain't gettin' the millions why you fuckin' with it?\n  Hmm, hell yeah, everybody gotta eat\n  But you ridin' with the Devil, in your motherfuckin' passengers seat\n  From bread and butter to bread and meat\n  You bitch ass niggas ain't gettin' me\n  So why y'all sweatin' me, darin' me\n  Ain't nar' one of you motherfuckers scarin' me, this LBC\n\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n\n  I used to have a homie who would lend me cash\n  Let me use his car and stay down for the mash\n  And when the game came to me I did the same for his ass\n  But he just kept on bringin' up the past\n  Let him ride out of town first-class\n  Had him drinkin' champagne out a hundred dollar glass\n  Talkin' bout things that a nigga never had\n  Bought him his first pad, now my nigga mad\n  Called up my dad, asked him what to do about it\n  He said \"Son, you need to pray for your enemies\"\n  Now look at me, I'm puttin' it in God's hands\n  And this nigga talkin' bout gettin' at me man\n  Shit, the names have been changed to protect us all\n  Cause on the real, y'all need to holler at me dogg\n  I'm tryin' to put the West Coast back on the map\n  And I ain't goin' for no hoodtraps by no motherfuckin' hoodrats\n\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n\n  Y'all ain't ready for her, the hoodrat with the good cat\n  I'll watch these fools like somethin' out of Hollywood\n  They act like they on top of the world\n  Y'all can't stop this girl from bringin' somethin' new to the world\n  Boy, my G's is movin' ki's across borders\n  I push dope through your tape recorders\n  And everybody wanna hit but everybody ain't got this\n  At a show watch Big Chan rock it\n  Like gangs my shit bang in the streets\n  I hang with niggas who creep through hoods and keep heat\n  Under my pillow so I could sleep, good\n  Big Chan make every party bounce like my homies Fleetwood\n  Uh, my mission is to move y'all, like I was a U-Haul\n  Everybody claim to put in work, who with Ru Paul?\n  They comedians, and like Tony\n  I'ma make sure they never breathe again\n\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n\n  Sometimes I just sit alone in the dark\n  And blaze a whole zone\n  Chronic fills my mind, whoa-whoa\n  Thinkin' bout stressful times\n  The world is gettin' colder\n  Mama said I'm a burden on myself\n  Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa\n"},{"id":31483633,"name":"Hoodtraps feat Snoop Dogg & Kokane (prod Meech Wells)","trackName":"Hoodtraps feat Snoop Dogg & Kokane (prod Meech Wells)","artistName":"Doggy's Angels","albumName":"Pleezbaleevit!","duration":265.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sometimes I just sit alone in the dark\nAnd blaze a whole zone\nChronic fills my mind, whoa-whoa\nI'm thinkin' bout stressful times\nThe world is gettin' colder\nMy mama always said I would possess a burden on myself\nWhoa-whoa, whoa-whoa\n\nI'm stuck on stupid but I'm movin' again\nWe rock from the treetop, why you worryin' bout what we got?\nCurbs, birds, and homies slangin' peacocks\nHe plot, we plot, he cocked, we shot\nKarl Kani stomp these niggas like Reebok\nBlack folks is a mess, why we not\nPushin' for the same goals, boy you done sold your soul\nHowever do ya want it?\nA penny for your thought or a nickel for your kiss\nIf you ain't gettin' the millions why you fuckin' with it?\nHmm, hell yeah, everybody gotta eat\nBut you ridin' with the Devil, in your motherfuckin' passengers seat\nFrom bread and butter to bread and meat\nYou bitch ass niggas ain't gettin' me\nSo why y'all sweatin' me, darin' me\nAin't nar' one of you motherfuckers scarin' me, this LBC\n\nIt's so heavy on my mind... all the time\nSo heavy on my mind, all the time\nIt's so heavy on my mind... all the time\nSo heavy on my mind, all the time\n\nI used to have a homie who would lend me cash\nLet me use his car and stay down for the mash\nAnd when the game came to me I did the same for his ass\nBut he just kept on bringin' up the past\nLet him ride out of town first-class\nHad him drinkin' champagne out a hundred dollar glass\nTalkin' bout things that a nigga never had\nBought him his first pad, now my nigga mad\nCalled up my dad, asked him what to do about it\nHe said \"Son, you need to pray for your enemies\"\nNow look at me, I'm puttin' it in God's hands\nAnd this nigga talkin' bout gettin' at me man\nShit, the names have been changed to protect us all\nCause on the real, y'all need to holler at me dogg\nI'm tryin' to put the West Coast back on the map\nAnd I ain't goin' for no hoodtraps by no motherfuckin' hoodrats\n\nIt's so heavy on my mind... all the time\nSo heavy on my mind, all the time\nIt's so heavy on my mind... all the time\nSo heavy on my mind, all the time\n\nY'all ain't ready for her, the hoodrat with the good cat\nI'll watch these fools like somethin' out of Hollywood\nThey act like they on top of the world\nY'all can't stop this girl from bringin' somethin' new to the world\nBoy, my G's is movin' ki's across borders\nI push dope through your tape recorders\nAnd everybody wanna hit but everybody ain't got this\nAt a show watch Big Chan rock it\nLike gangs my shit bang in the streets\nI hang with niggas who creep through hoods and keep heat\nUnder my pillow so I could sleep, good\nBig Chan make every party bounce like my homies Fleetwood\nUh, my mission is to move y'all, like I was a U-Haul\nEverybody claim to put in work, who with Ru Paul?\nThey comedians, and like Tony\nI'ma make sure they never breathe again\n\nIt's so heavy on my mind... all the time\nSo heavy on my mind, all the time\nIt's so heavy on my mind... all the time\nSo heavy on my mind, all the time\n\nSometimes I just sit alone in the dark\nAnd blaze a whole zone\nChronic fills my mind, whoa-whoa\nThinkin' bout stressful times\nThe world is gettin' colder\nMama said I'm a burden on myself\nWhoa-whoa, 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yeah, everybody gotta eat\n  But you ridin' with the Devil, in your motherfuckin' passengers seat\n  From bread and butter to bread and meat\n  You bitch ass niggas ain't gettin' me\n  So why y'all sweatin' me, darin' me\n  Ain't nar' one of you motherfuckers scarin' me, this LBC\n\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n\n  I used to have a homie who would lend me cash\n  Let me use his car and stay down for the mash\n  And when the game came to me I did the same for his ass\n  But he just kept on bringin' up the past\n  Let him ride out of town first-class\n  Had him drinkin' champagne out a hundred dollar glass\n  Talkin' bout things that a nigga never had\n  Bought him his first pad, now my nigga mad\n  Called up my dad, asked him what to do about it\n  He said \"Son, you need to pray for your enemies\"\n  Now look at me, I'm puttin' it in God's hands\n  And this nigga talkin' bout gettin' at me man\n  Shit, the names have been changed to protect us all\n  Cause on the real, y'all need to holler at me dogg\n  I'm tryin' to put the West Coast back on the map\n  And I ain't goin' for no hoodtraps by no motherfuckin' hoodrats\n\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n\n  Y'all ain't ready for her, the hoodrat with the good cat\n  I'll watch these fools like somethin' out of Hollywood\n  They act like they on top of the world\n  Y'all can't stop this girl from bringin' somethin' new to the world\n  Boy, my G's is movin' ki's across borders\n  I push dope through your tape recorders\n  And everybody wanna hit but everybody ain't got this\n  At a show watch Big Chan rock it\n  Like gangs my shit bang in the streets\n  I hang with niggas who creep through hoods and keep heat\n  Under my pillow so I could sleep, good\n  Big Chan make every party bounce like my homies Fleetwood\n  Uh, my mission is to move y'all, like I was a U-Haul\n  Everybody claim to put in work, who with Ru Paul?\n  They comedians, and like Tony\n  I'ma make sure they never breathe again\n\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n\n  Sometimes I just sit alone in the dark\n  And blaze a whole zone\n  Chronic fills my mind, whoa-whoa\n  Thinkin' bout stressful times\n  The world is gettin' colder\n  Mama said I'm a burden on myself\n  Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa\n"},{"id":6282091,"name":"Hoodtraps","trackName":"Hoodtraps","artistName":"Doggy’s Angels featuring Snoop Dogg and Kokane","albumName":"Pleezbaleevit!","duration":265.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sometimes I just sit alone in the dark\nAnd blaze a whole zone\nChronic fills my mind, whoa-whoa\nI'm thinkin' bout stressful times\nThe world is gettin' colder\nMy mama always said I would possess a burden on myself\nWhoa-whoa, whoa-whoa\n\nI'm stuck on stupid but I'm movin' again\nWe rock from the treetop, why you worryin' bout what we got?\nCurbs, birds, and homies slangin' peacocks\nHe plot, we plot, he cocked, we shot\nKarl Kani stomp these niggas like Reebok\nBlack folks is a mess, why we not\nPushin' for the same goals, boy you done sold your soul\nHowever do ya want it?\nA penny for your thought or a nickel for your kiss\nIf you ain't gettin' the millions why you fuckin' with it?\nHmm, hell yeah, everybody gotta eat\nBut you ridin' with the Devil, in your motherfuckin' passengers seat\nFrom bread and butter to bread and meat\nYou bitch ass niggas ain't gettin' me\nSo why y'all sweatin' me, darin' me\nAin't nar' one of you motherfuckers scarin' me, this LBC\n\nIt's so heavy on my mind... all the time\nSo heavy on my mind, all the time\nIt's so heavy on my mind... all the time\nSo heavy on my mind, all the time\n\nI used to have a homie who would lend me cash\nLet me use his car and stay down for the mash\nAnd when the game came to me I did the same for his ass\nBut he just kept on bringin' up the past\nLet him ride out of town first-class\nHad him drinkin' champagne out a hundred dollar glass\nTalkin' bout things that a nigga never had\nBought him his first pad, now my nigga mad\nCalled up my dad, asked him what to do about it\nHe said \"Son, you need to pray for your enemies\"\nNow look at me, I'm puttin' it in God's hands\nAnd this nigga talkin' bout gettin' at me man\nShit, the names have been changed to protect us all\nCause on the real, y'all need to holler at me dogg\nI'm tryin' to put the West Coast back on the map\nAnd I ain't goin' for no hoodtraps by no motherfuckin' hoodrats\n\nIt's so heavy on my mind... all the time\nSo heavy on my mind, all the time\nIt's so heavy on my mind... all the time\nSo heavy on my mind, all the time\n\nY'all ain't ready for her, the hoodrat with the good cat\nI'll watch these fools like somethin' out of Hollywood\nThey act like they on top of the world\nY'all can't stop this girl from bringin' somethin' new to the world\nBoy, my G's is movin' ki's across borders\nI push dope through your tape recorders\nAnd everybody wanna hit but everybody ain't got this\nAt a show watch Big Chan rock it\nLike gangs my shit bang in the streets\nI hang with niggas who creep through hoods and keep heat\nUnder my pillow so I could sleep, good\nBig Chan make every party bounce like my homies Fleetwood\nUh, my mission is to move y'all, like I was a U-Haul\nEverybody claim to put in work, who with Ru Paul?\nThey comedians, and like Tony\nI'ma make sure they never breathe again\n\nIt's so heavy on my mind... all the time\nSo heavy on my mind, all the time\nIt's so heavy on my mind... all the time\nSo heavy on my mind, all the time\n\nSometimes I just sit alone in the dark\nAnd blaze a whole zone\nChronic fills my mind, whoa-whoa\nThinkin' bout stressful times\nThe world is gettin' colder\nMama said I'm a burden on myself\nWhoa-whoa, whoa-whoa","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hoodtraps\n  artist: Doggy’s Angels featuring Snoop Dogg and Kokane\n  album: Pleezbaleevit!\n  duration_ms: 265000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Sometimes I just sit alone in the dark\n  And blaze a whole zone\n  Chronic fills my mind, whoa-whoa\n  I'm thinkin' bout stressful times\n  The world is gettin' colder\n  My mama always said I would possess a burden on myself\n  Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa\n\n  I'm stuck on stupid but I'm movin' again\n  We rock from the treetop, why you worryin' bout what we got?\n  Curbs, birds, and homies slangin' peacocks\n  He plot, we plot, he cocked, we shot\n  Karl Kani stomp these niggas like Reebok\n  Black folks is a mess, why we not\n  Pushin' for the same goals, boy you done sold your soul\n  However do ya want it?\n  A penny for your thought or a nickel for your kiss\n  If you ain't gettin' the millions why you fuckin' with it?\n  Hmm, hell yeah, everybody gotta eat\n  But you ridin' with the Devil, in your motherfuckin' passengers seat\n  From bread and butter to bread and meat\n  You bitch ass niggas ain't gettin' me\n  So why y'all sweatin' me, darin' me\n  Ain't nar' one of you motherfuckers scarin' me, this LBC\n\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n\n  I used to have a homie who would lend me cash\n  Let me use his car and stay down for the mash\n  And when the game came to me I did the same for his ass\n  But he just kept on bringin' up the past\n  Let him ride out of town first-class\n  Had him drinkin' champagne out a hundred dollar glass\n  Talkin' bout things that a nigga never had\n  Bought him his first pad, now my nigga mad\n  Called up my dad, asked him what to do about it\n  He said \"Son, you need to pray for your enemies\"\n  Now look at me, I'm puttin' it in God's hands\n  And this nigga talkin' bout gettin' at me man\n  Shit, the names have been changed to protect us all\n  Cause on the real, y'all need to holler at me dogg\n  I'm tryin' to put the West Coast back on the map\n  And I ain't goin' for no hoodtraps by no motherfuckin' hoodrats\n\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n\n  Y'all ain't ready for her, the hoodrat with the good cat\n  I'll watch these fools like somethin' out of Hollywood\n  They act like they on top of the world\n  Y'all can't stop this girl from bringin' somethin' new to the world\n  Boy, my G's is movin' ki's across borders\n  I push dope through your tape recorders\n  And everybody wanna hit but everybody ain't got this\n  At a show watch Big Chan rock it\n  Like gangs my shit bang in the streets\n  I hang with niggas who creep through hoods 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mind, whoa-whoa\nI'm thinkin' bout stressful times\nThe world is gettin' colder\nMy mama always said I would possess a burden on myself\nWhoa-whoa, whoa-whoa\n\nI'm stuck on stupid but I'm movin' again\nWe rock from the treetop, why you worryin' bout what we got?\nCurbs, birds, and homies slangin' peacocks\nHe plot, we plot, he cocked, we shot\nKarl Kani stomp these niggas like Reebok\nBlack folks is a mess, why we not\nPushin' for the same goals, boy you done sold your soul\nHowever do ya want it?\nA penny for your thought or a nickel for your kiss\nIf you ain't gettin' the millions why you fuckin' with it?\nHmm, hell yeah, everybody gotta eat\nBut you ridin' with the Devil, in your motherfuckin' passengers seat\nFrom bread and butter to bread and meat\nYou bitch ass niggas ain't gettin' me\nSo why y'all sweatin' me, darin' me\nAin't nar' one of you motherfuckers scarin' me, this LBC\n\nIt's so heavy on my mind... all the time\nSo heavy on my mind, all the time\nIt's so heavy on my mind... all the time\nSo heavy on my mind, all the time\n\nI used to have a homie who would lend me cash\nLet me use his car and stay down for the mash\nAnd when the game came to me I did the same for his ass\nBut he just kept on bringin' up the past\nLet him ride out of town first-class\nHad him drinkin' champagne out a hundred dollar glass\nTalkin' bout things that a nigga never had\nBought him his first pad, now my nigga mad\nCalled up my dad, asked him what to do about it\nHe said \"Son, you need to pray for your enemies\"\nNow look at me, I'm puttin' it in God's hands\nAnd this nigga talkin' bout gettin' at me man\nShit, the names have been changed to protect us all\nCause on the real, y'all need to holler at me dogg\nI'm tryin' to put the West Coast back on the map\nAnd I ain't goin' for no hoodtraps by no motherfuckin' hoodrats\n\nIt's so heavy on my mind... all the time\nSo heavy on my mind, all the time\nIt's so heavy on my mind... all the time\nSo heavy on my mind, all the time\n\nY'all ain't ready for her, the hoodrat with the good cat\nI'll watch these fools like somethin' out of Hollywood\nThey act like they on top of the world\nY'all can't stop this girl from bringin' somethin' new to the world\nBoy, my G's is movin' ki's across borders\nI push dope through your tape recorders\nAnd everybody wanna hit but everybody ain't got this\nAt a show watch Big Chan rock it\nLike gangs my shit bang in the streets\nI hang with niggas who creep through hoods and keep heat\nUnder my pillow so I could sleep, good\nBig Chan make every party bounce like my homies Fleetwood\nUh, my mission is to move y'all, like I was a U-Haul\nEverybody claim to put in work, who with Ru Paul?\nThey comedians, and like Tony\nI'ma make sure they never breathe again\n\nIt's so heavy on my mind... all the time\nSo heavy on my mind, all the time\nIt's so heavy on my mind... all the time\nSo heavy on my mind, all the time\n\nSometimes I just sit alone in the dark\nAnd blaze a whole zone\nChronic fills my mind, whoa-whoa\nThinkin' bout stressful times\nThe world is gettin' colder\nMama said I'm a burden on myself\nWhoa-whoa, whoa-whoa","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hoodtraps\n  artist: Doggy's Angels Feat․ Snoop Dogg And Kokane\n  album: Pleezbaleevit!\n  duration_ms: 265000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Sometimes I just sit alone in the dark\n  And blaze a whole zone\n  Chronic fills my mind, whoa-whoa\n  I'm thinkin' bout stressful times\n  The world is gettin' colder\n  My mama always said I would possess a burden on myself\n  Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa\n\n  I'm stuck on stupid but I'm movin' again\n  We rock from the treetop, why you worryin' bout what we got?\n  Curbs, birds, and homies slangin' peacocks\n  He plot, we plot, he cocked, we shot\n  Karl Kani stomp these niggas like Reebok\n  Black folks is a mess, why we not\n  Pushin' for the same goals, boy you done sold your soul\n  However do ya want it?\n  A penny for your thought or a nickel for your kiss\n  If you ain't gettin' the millions why you fuckin' with it?\n  Hmm, hell yeah, everybody gotta eat\n  But you ridin' with the Devil, in your motherfuckin' passengers seat\n  From bread and butter to bread and meat\n  You bitch ass niggas ain't gettin' me\n  So why y'all sweatin' me, darin' me\n  Ain't nar' one of you motherfuckers scarin' me, this LBC\n\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n\n  I used to have a homie who would lend me cash\n  Let me use his car and stay down for the mash\n  And when the game came to me I did the same for his ass\n  But he just kept on bringin' up the past\n  Let him ride out of town first-class\n  Had him drinkin' champagne out a hundred dollar glass\n  Talkin' bout things that a nigga never had\n  Bought him his first pad, now my nigga mad\n  Called up my dad, asked him what to do about it\n  He said \"Son, you need to pray for your enemies\"\n  Now look at me, I'm puttin' it in God's hands\n  And this nigga talkin' bout gettin' at me man\n  Shit, the names have been changed to protect us all\n  Cause on the real, y'all need to holler at me dogg\n  I'm tryin' to put the West Coast back on the map\n  And I ain't goin' for no hoodtraps by no motherfuckin' hoodrats\n\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n\n  Y'all ain't ready for her, the hoodrat with the good cat\n  I'll watch these fools like somethin' out of Hollywood\n  They act like they on top of the world\n  Y'all can't stop this girl from bringin' somethin' new to the world\n  Boy, my G's is movin' ki's across borders\n  I push dope through your tape recorders\n  And everybody wanna hit but everybody ain't got this\n  At a show watch Big Chan rock it\n  Like gangs my shit bang 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From bread and butter to bread and meat\n  You bitch ass niggas ain't gettin' me\n  So why y'all sweatin' me, darin' me\n  Ain't nar' one of you motherfuckers scarin' me, this LBC\n\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n  It's so heavy on my mind... all the time\n  So heavy on my mind, all the time\n\n  I used to have a homie who would lend me cash\n  Let me use his car and stay down for the mash\n  And when the game came to me I did the same for his ass\n  But he just kept on bringin' up the past\n  Let him ride out of town first-class\n  Had him drinkin' champagne out a hundred dollar glass\n  Talkin' bout things that a nigga never had\n  Bought him his first pad, now my nigga mad\n  Called up my dad, asked him what to do about it\n  He said \"Son, you need to pray for your enemies\"\n  Now look at me, I'm puttin' it in God's hands\n  And this nigga talkin' bout gettin' at me man\n  Shit, the names have been changed to protect us all\n  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