[{"id":31500553,"name":"All My Niggaz","trackName":"All My Niggaz","artistName":"E‐40","albumName":"The Block Brochure: Jumbo Pack (All Six Albums)","duration":197.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"All my niggas really want the money\nWe don't want nothing else nigga I promise\nAll my niggas really want the money\nAll my niggas really want the money\nAll we want is the money\nThe Mozzarella Galbani\nI got more guns than the army\nCan't let no bitch nigga harm me\nI got that purple like Barney\nI got two bitches that's horny\nThey say they niggas is corny\nThey never there and they lonely\nThey bought a bottle of 'trony\nAnd now they ready to blow me\nIf you know me you owe me\nThat's what I told her for sho'\nI'm a mac just like Goldie\nMe and my cronies and brodies\nRollies and stogies stay with the fifties and forties\nThat's us if you smell smoke\nCookies the antidote\nPuffing that rope-a-dope\nMy partner's they kinfolk\nThey rap and they sell coke\nBust ya head like a cantaloupe\nIn the summer a peacoat\nMy iPhone is jailbroke\nLeaning like the Tower of Pisa\nPromethazina\nSweatin' like we under a heater\nIt's hot in here\nAll them suckers that's talking crazy\nThey not in here\nNever tell my right ear what my left ear hear\nAll my niggas really want the money\nWe don't want nothing else nigga I promise\nAll my niggas really want the money\nAll my niggas really want the money\nWe don't want nothing else nigga I promise\nAll my niggas really want the money\nAll my niggas really want the money\nI'm up before the sun up, the work it be uncut\nI break it in pieces and tell your auntie to run up\nShooters keep guns up, snitches get tounges cut\nTalk to the peoples, and get your daughters and sons touched\nI'm up in the chevy, we bangin blow job Betty\nI just whip up a 80, so hit my phone when you're ready\nTurkey bag of the loud, we ain't fuckin with reggie\nTrump the trailer with pounds and touchdown out the So c'mon! About to hit another Lick\n'Bout a 150 bucks, for that tax on every zip\nGirl, I got bottles of that lean, tax on every sip\nCause they got the Qualitest and I got the Actavis\nSo Im rollin' (rollin'), thizzin' off that molly\nStuntin' (Stuntin'), no hands on the Ducati\nMy big homie E-40 put me on the Carlos Rossi\nI stay younger than the muscle\nGot the gang from Charlie hustle\nAll my niggas really want the money\nWe don't want nothing else nigga I promise\nAll my niggas really want the money\nAll my niggas really want the money\nWe don't want nothing else nigga I promise\nAll my niggas really want the money\nAll my niggas really want the money\nPockets will advance, clear the room\nIf the bitch ain't with the shit, then your boy don't approve\nSee, Hennessy, Bacardi turns the party\nBackwoods pre-rolled, club get foggy\nNiggas mean muggin', well leap then froggy\nThough I see why you mad, her ass applauding\nThat's your bitch, she flip like dolphins\nWe gon' work out and bounce the bed springs\nNo credit cards, just debit and large cash\nAnd a real big bag, smell like a forest\nI used to sell weight 'til gastric bypass\nPass with a Mac that smack your car glass\nAddicted to ballin', no Timbs, ate Wheaties\nLearn from Doo Dog, he taught big gritty\nKing East Bay, E-40, boss leany\nMoney all there, your money HoudiniAll my niggas really want the money\nWe don't want nothing else nigga I promise\nAll my niggas really want the money\nAll my niggas really want the money\nWe don't want nothing else nigga I promise\nAll my niggas really want the money\nAll my niggas really want the money","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: All My Niggaz\n  artist: E‐40\n  album: 'The Block Brochure: Jumbo Pack (All Six Albums)'\n  duration_ms: 197000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  We don't want nothing else nigga I promise\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  All we want is the money\n  The Mozzarella Galbani\n  I got more guns than the army\n  Can't let no bitch nigga harm me\n  I got that purple like Barney\n  I got two bitches that's horny\n  They say they niggas is corny\n  They never there and they lonely\n  They bought a bottle of 'trony\n  And now they ready to blow me\n  If you know me you owe me\n  That's what I told her for sho'\n  I'm a mac just like Goldie\n  Me and my cronies and brodies\n  Rollies and stogies stay with the fifties and forties\n  That's us if you smell smoke\n  Cookies the antidote\n  Puffing that rope-a-dope\n  My partner's they kinfolk\n  They rap and they sell coke\n  Bust ya head like a cantaloupe\n  In the summer a peacoat\n  My iPhone is jailbroke\n  Leaning like the Tower of Pisa\n  Promethazina\n  Sweatin' like we under a heater\n  It's hot in here\n  All them suckers that's talking crazy\n  They not in here\n  Never tell my right ear what my left ear hear\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  We don't want nothing else nigga I promise\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  We don't want nothing else nigga I promise\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  I'm up before the sun up, the work it be uncut\n  I break it in pieces and tell your auntie to run up\n  Shooters keep guns up, snitches get tounges cut\n  Talk to the peoples, and get your daughters and sons touched\n  I'm up in the chevy, we bangin blow job Betty\n  I just whip up a 80, so hit my phone when you're ready\n  Turkey bag of the loud, we ain't fuckin with reggie\n  Trump the trailer with pounds and touchdown out the So c'mon! About to hit another Lick\n  'Bout a 150 bucks, for that tax on every zip\n  Girl, I got bottles of that lean, tax on every sip\n  Cause they got the Qualitest and I got the Actavis\n  So Im rollin' (rollin'), thizzin' off that molly\n  Stuntin' (Stuntin'), no hands on the Ducati\n  My big homie E-40 put me on the Carlos Rossi\n  I stay younger than the muscle\n  Got the gang from Charlie hustle\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  We don't want nothing else nigga I promise\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  We don't want nothing else nigga I promise\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  Pockets will advance, clear the room\n  If the bitch ain't with the shit, then your boy don't approve\n  See, Hennessy, Bacardi turns the party\n  Backwoods pre-rolled, club get foggy\n  Niggas mean muggin', well leap then froggy\n  Though I see why you mad, her ass applauding\n  That's your bitch, she flip like dolphins\n  We gon' work out and bounce the bed springs\n  No credit cards, just debit and large cash\n  And a real big bag, smell like a forest\n  I used to sell weight 'til gastric bypass\n  Pass with a Mac that smack your car glass\n  Addicted to ballin', no Timbs, ate Wheaties\n  Learn from Doo Dog, he taught big gritty\n  King East Bay, E-40, boss leany\n  Money all there, your money HoudiniAll my niggas really want the money\n  We don't want nothing else nigga I promise\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  We don't want nothing else nigga I promise\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  All my niggas really want the money\n"},{"id":31508146,"name":"All My Niggaz","trackName":"All My Niggaz","artistName":"E‐40","albumName":"The Block Brochure: Welcome To The Soil 5","duration":279.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"All my niggas really want the money\nWe don't want nothing else nigga I promise\nAll my niggas really want the money\nAll my niggas really want the money\nAll we want is the money\nThe Mozzarella Galbani\nI got more guns than the army\nCan't let no bitch nigga harm me\nI got that purple like Barney\nI got two bitches that's horny\nThey say they niggas is corny\nThey never there and they lonely\nThey bought a bottle of 'trony\nAnd now they ready to blow me\nIf you know me you owe me\nThat's what I told her for sho'\nI'm a mac just like Goldie\nMe and my cronies and brodies\nRollies and stogies stay with the fifties and forties\nThat's us if you smell smoke\nCookies the antidote\nPuffing that rope-a-dope\nMy partner's they kinfolk\nThey rap and they sell coke\nBust ya head like a cantaloupe\nIn the summer a peacoat\nMy iPhone is jailbroke\nLeaning like the Tower of Pisa\nPromethazina\nSweatin' like we under a heater\nIt's hot in here\nAll them suckers that's talking crazy\nThey not in here\nNever tell my right ear what my left ear hear\nAll my niggas really want the money\nWe don't want nothing else nigga I promise\nAll my niggas really want the money\nAll my niggas really want the money\nWe don't want nothing else nigga I promise\nAll my niggas really want the money\nAll my niggas really want the money\nI'm up before the sun up, the work it be uncut\nI break it in pieces and tell your auntie to run up\nShooters keep guns up, snitches get tounges cut\nTalk to the peoples, and get your daughters and sons touched\nI'm up in the chevy, we bangin blow job Betty\nI just whip up a 80, so hit my phone when you're ready\nTurkey bag of the loud, we ain't fuckin with reggie\nTrump the trailer with pounds and touchdown out the So c'mon! About to hit another Lick\n'Bout a 150 bucks, for that tax on every zip\nGirl, I got bottles of that lean, tax on every sip\nCause they got the Qualitest and I got the Actavis\nSo Im rollin' (rollin'), thizzin' off that molly\nStuntin' (Stuntin'), no hands on the Ducati\nMy big homie E-40 put me on the Carlos Rossi\nI stay younger than the muscle\nGot the gang from Charlie hustle\nAll my niggas really want the money\nWe don't want nothing else nigga I promise\nAll my niggas really want the money\nAll my niggas really want the money\nWe don't want nothing else nigga I promise\nAll my niggas really want the money\nAll my niggas really want the money\nPockets will advance, clear the room\nIf the bitch ain't with the shit, then your boy don't approve\nSee, Hennessy, Bacardi turns the party\nBackwoods pre-rolled, club get foggy\nNiggas mean muggin', well leap then froggy\nThough I see why you mad, her ass applauding\nThat's your bitch, she flip like dolphins\nWe gon' work out and bounce the bed springs\nNo credit cards, just debit and large cash\nAnd a real big bag, smell like a forest\nI used to sell weight 'til gastric bypass\nPass with a Mac that smack your car glass\nAddicted to ballin', no Timbs, ate Wheaties\nLearn from Doo Dog, he taught big gritty\nKing East Bay, E-40, boss leany\nMoney all there, your money HoudiniAll my niggas really want the money\nWe don't want nothing else nigga I promise\nAll my niggas really want the money\nAll my niggas really want the money\nWe don't want nothing else nigga I promise\nAll my niggas really want the money\nAll my niggas really want the money","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: All My Niggaz\n  artist: E‐40\n  album: 'The Block Brochure: Welcome To The Soil 5'\n  duration_ms: 279000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  We don't want nothing else nigga I promise\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  All we want is the money\n  The Mozzarella Galbani\n  I got more guns than the army\n  Can't let no bitch nigga harm me\n  I got that purple like Barney\n  I got two bitches that's horny\n  They say they niggas is corny\n  They never there and they lonely\n  They bought a bottle of 'trony\n  And now they ready to blow me\n  If you know me you owe me\n  That's what I told her for sho'\n  I'm a mac just like Goldie\n  Me and my cronies and brodies\n  Rollies and stogies stay with the fifties and forties\n  That's us if you smell smoke\n  Cookies the antidote\n  Puffing that rope-a-dope\n  My partner's they kinfolk\n  They rap and they sell coke\n  Bust ya head like a cantaloupe\n  In the summer a peacoat\n  My iPhone is jailbroke\n  Leaning like the Tower of Pisa\n  Promethazina\n  Sweatin' like we under a heater\n  It's hot in here\n  All them suckers that's talking crazy\n  They not in here\n  Never tell my right ear what my left ear hear\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  We don't want nothing else nigga I promise\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  We don't want nothing else nigga I promise\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  I'm up before the sun up, the work it be uncut\n  I break it in pieces and tell your auntie to run up\n  Shooters keep guns up, snitches get tounges cut\n  Talk to the peoples, and get your daughters and sons touched\n  I'm up in the chevy, we bangin blow job Betty\n  I just whip up a 80, so hit my phone when you're ready\n  Turkey bag of the loud, we ain't fuckin with reggie\n  Trump the trailer with pounds and touchdown out the So c'mon! About to hit another Lick\n  'Bout a 150 bucks, for that tax on every zip\n  Girl, I got bottles of that lean, tax on every sip\n  Cause they got the Qualitest and I got the Actavis\n  So Im rollin' (rollin'), thizzin' off that molly\n  Stuntin' (Stuntin'), no hands on the Ducati\n  My big homie E-40 put me on the Carlos Rossi\n  I stay younger than the muscle\n  Got the gang from Charlie hustle\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  We don't want nothing else nigga I promise\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  We don't want nothing else nigga I promise\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  Pockets will advance, clear the room\n  If the bitch ain't with the shit, then your boy don't approve\n  See, Hennessy, Bacardi turns the party\n  Backwoods pre-rolled, club get foggy\n  Niggas mean muggin', well leap then froggy\n  Though I see why you mad, her ass applauding\n  That's your bitch, she flip like dolphins\n  We gon' work out and bounce the bed springs\n  No credit cards, just debit and large cash\n  And a real big bag, smell like a forest\n  I used to sell weight 'til gastric bypass\n  Pass with a Mac that smack your car glass\n  Addicted to ballin', no Timbs, ate Wheaties\n  Learn from Doo Dog, he taught big gritty\n  King East Bay, E-40, boss leany\n  Money all there, your money HoudiniAll my niggas really want the money\n  We don't want nothing else nigga I promise\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  We don't want nothing else nigga I promise\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  All my niggas really want the money\n"},{"id":10649980,"name":"All My Niggaz","trackName":"All My Niggaz","artistName":"E‐40 feat. Danny Brown & ScHoolboy Q","albumName":"The Block Brochure: Jumbo Pack (All Six Albums)","duration":197.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"All my niggas really want the money\nWe don't want nothing else nigga I promise\nAll my niggas really want the money\nAll my niggas really want the money\nAll we want is the money\nThe Mozzarella Galbani\nI got more guns than the army\nCan't let no bitch nigga harm me\nI got that purple like Barney\nI got two bitches that's horny\nThey say they niggas is corny\nThey never there and they lonely\nThey bought a bottle of 'trony\nAnd now they ready to blow me\nIf you know me you owe me\nThat's what I told her for sho'\nI'm a mac just like Goldie\nMe and my cronies and brodies\nRollies and stogies stay with the fifties and forties\nThat's us if you smell smoke\nCookies the antidote\nPuffing that rope-a-dope\nMy partner's they kinfolk\nThey rap and they sell coke\nBust ya head like a cantaloupe\nIn the summer a peacoat\nMy iPhone is jailbroke\nLeaning like the Tower of Pisa\nPromethazina\nSweatin' like we under a heater\nIt's hot in here\nAll them suckers that's talking crazy\nThey not in here\nNever tell my right ear what my left ear hear\nAll my niggas really want the money\nWe don't want nothing else nigga I promise\nAll my niggas really want the money\nAll my niggas really want the money\nWe don't want nothing else nigga I promise\nAll my niggas really want the money\nAll my niggas really want the money\nI'm up before the sun up, the work it be uncut\nI break it in pieces and tell your auntie to run up\nShooters keep guns up, snitches get tounges cut\nTalk to the peoples, and get your daughters and sons touched\nI'm up in the chevy, we bangin blow job Betty\nI just whip up a 80, so hit my phone when you're ready\nTurkey bag of the loud, we ain't fuckin with reggie\nTrump the trailer with pounds and touchdown out the So c'mon! About to hit another Lick\n'Bout a 150 bucks, for that tax on every zip\nGirl, I got bottles of that lean, tax on every sip\nCause they got the Qualitest and I got the Actavis\nSo Im rollin' (rollin'), thizzin' off that molly\nStuntin' (Stuntin'), no hands on the Ducati\nMy big homie E-40 put me on the Carlos Rossi\nI stay younger than the muscle\nGot the gang from Charlie hustle\nAll my niggas really want the money\nWe don't want nothing else nigga I promise\nAll my niggas really want the money\nAll my niggas really want the money\nWe don't want nothing else nigga I promise\nAll my niggas really want the money\nAll my niggas really want the money\nPockets will advance, clear the room\nIf the bitch ain't with the shit, then your boy don't approve\nSee, Hennessy, Bacardi turns the party\nBackwoods pre-rolled, club get foggy\nNiggas mean muggin', well leap then froggy\nThough I see why you mad, her ass applauding\nThat's your bitch, she flip like dolphins\nWe gon' work out and bounce the bed springs\nNo credit cards, just debit and large cash\nAnd a real big bag, smell like a forest\nI used to sell weight 'til gastric bypass\nPass with a Mac that smack your car glass\nAddicted to ballin', no Timbs, ate Wheaties\nLearn from Doo Dog, he taught big gritty\nKing East Bay, E-40, boss leany\nMoney all there, your money HoudiniAll my niggas really want the money\nWe don't want nothing else nigga I promise\nAll my niggas really want the money\nAll my niggas really want the money\nWe don't want nothing else nigga I promise\nAll my niggas really want the money\nAll my niggas really want the money","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: All My Niggaz\n  artist: E‐40 feat. Danny Brown & ScHoolboy Q\n  album: 'The Block Brochure: Jumbo Pack (All Six Albums)'\n  duration_ms: 197000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  We don't want nothing else nigga I promise\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  All we want is the money\n  The Mozzarella Galbani\n  I got more guns than the army\n  Can't let no bitch nigga harm me\n  I got that purple like Barney\n  I got two bitches that's horny\n  They say they niggas is corny\n  They never there and they lonely\n  They bought a bottle of 'trony\n  And now they ready to blow me\n  If you know me you owe me\n  That's what I told her for sho'\n  I'm a mac just like Goldie\n  Me and my cronies and brodies\n  Rollies and stogies stay with the fifties and forties\n  That's us if you smell smoke\n  Cookies the antidote\n  Puffing that rope-a-dope\n  My partner's they kinfolk\n  They rap and they sell coke\n  Bust ya head like a cantaloupe\n  In the summer a peacoat\n  My iPhone is jailbroke\n  Leaning like the Tower of Pisa\n  Promethazina\n  Sweatin' like we under a heater\n  It's hot in here\n  All them suckers that's talking crazy\n  They not in here\n  Never tell my right ear what my left ear hear\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  We don't want nothing else nigga I promise\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  We don't want nothing else nigga I promise\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  I'm up before the sun up, the work it be uncut\n  I break it in pieces and tell your auntie to run up\n  Shooters keep guns up, snitches get tounges cut\n  Talk to the peoples, and get your daughters and sons touched\n  I'm up in the chevy, we bangin blow job Betty\n  I just whip up a 80, so hit my phone when you're ready\n  Turkey bag of the loud, we ain't fuckin with reggie\n  Trump the trailer with pounds and touchdown out the So c'mon! About to hit another Lick\n  'Bout a 150 bucks, for that tax on every zip\n  Girl, I got bottles of that lean, tax on every sip\n  Cause they got the Qualitest and I got the Actavis\n  So Im rollin' (rollin'), thizzin' off that molly\n  Stuntin' (Stuntin'), no hands on the Ducati\n  My big homie E-40 put me on the Carlos Rossi\n  I stay younger than the muscle\n  Got the gang from Charlie hustle\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  We don't want nothing else nigga I promise\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  We don't want nothing else nigga I promise\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  Pockets will advance, clear the room\n  If the bitch ain't with the shit, then your boy don't approve\n  See, Hennessy, Bacardi turns the party\n  Backwoods pre-rolled, club get foggy\n  Niggas mean muggin', well leap then froggy\n  Though I see why you mad, her ass applauding\n  That's your bitch, she flip like dolphins\n  We gon' work out and bounce the bed springs\n  No credit cards, just debit and large cash\n  And a real big bag, smell like a forest\n  I used to sell weight 'til gastric bypass\n  Pass with a Mac that smack your car glass\n  Addicted to ballin', no Timbs, ate Wheaties\n  Learn from Doo Dog, he taught big gritty\n  King East Bay, E-40, boss leany\n  Money all there, your money HoudiniAll my niggas really want the money\n  We don't want nothing else nigga I promise\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  We don't want nothing else nigga I promise\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  All my niggas really want the money\n"},{"id":16549277,"name":"All My Niggaz (feat. Danny Brown & Schoolboy Q)","trackName":"All My Niggaz (feat. 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About to hit another Lick\n'Bout a 150 bucks, for that tax on every zip\nGirl, I got bottles of that lean, tax on every sip\nCause they got the Qualitest and I got the Actavis\nSo Im rollin' (rollin'), thizzin' off that molly\nStuntin' (Stuntin'), no hands on the Ducati\nMy big homie E-40 put me on the Carlos Rossi\nI stay younger than the muscle\nGot the gang from Charlie hustle\nAll my niggas really want the money\nWe don't want nothing else nigga I promise\nAll my niggas really want the money\nAll my niggas really want the money\nWe don't want nothing else nigga I promise\nAll my niggas really want the money\nAll my niggas really want the money\nPockets will advance, clear the room\nIf the bitch ain't with the shit, then your boy don't approve\nSee, Hennessy, Bacardi turns the party\nBackwoods pre-rolled, club get foggy\nNiggas mean muggin', well leap then froggy\nThough I see why you mad, her ass applauding\nThat's your bitch, she flip like dolphins\nWe gon' work out and bounce the bed springs\nNo credit cards, just debit and large cash\nAnd a real big bag, smell like a forest\nI used to sell weight 'til gastric bypass\nPass with a Mac that smack your car glass\nAddicted to ballin', no Timbs, ate Wheaties\nLearn from Doo Dog, he taught big gritty\nKing East Bay, E-40, boss leany\nMoney all there, your money HoudiniAll my niggas really want the money\nWe don't want nothing else nigga I promise\nAll my niggas really want the money\nAll my niggas really want the money\nWe don't want nothing else nigga I promise\nAll my niggas really want the money\nAll my niggas really want the money","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: All My Niggaz (feat. 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About to hit another Lick\n  'Bout a 150 bucks, for that tax on every zip\n  Girl, I got bottles of that lean, tax on every sip\n  Cause they got the Qualitest and I got the Actavis\n  So Im rollin' (rollin'), thizzin' off that molly\n  Stuntin' (Stuntin'), no hands on the Ducati\n  My big homie E-40 put me on the Carlos Rossi\n  I stay younger than the muscle\n  Got the gang from Charlie hustle\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  We don't want nothing else nigga I promise\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  We don't want nothing else nigga I promise\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  Pockets will advance, clear the room\n  If the bitch ain't with the shit, then your boy don't approve\n  See, Hennessy, Bacardi turns the party\n  Backwoods pre-rolled, club get foggy\n  Niggas mean muggin', well leap then froggy\n  Though I see why you mad, her ass applauding\n  That's your bitch, she flip like dolphins\n  We gon' work out and bounce the bed springs\n  No credit cards, just debit and large cash\n  And a real big bag, smell like a forest\n  I used to sell weight 'til gastric bypass\n  Pass with a Mac that smack your car glass\n  Addicted to ballin', no Timbs, ate Wheaties\n  Learn from Doo Dog, he taught big gritty\n  King East Bay, E-40, boss leany\n  Money all there, your money HoudiniAll my niggas really want the money\n  We don't want nothing else nigga I promise\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  We don't want nothing else nigga I promise\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  All my niggas really want the money\n"},{"id":26786467,"name":"All My Niggaz (feat. 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About to hit another Lick\n'Bout a 150 bucks, for that tax on every zip\nGirl, I got bottles of that lean, tax on every sip\nCause they got the Qualitest and I got the Actavis\nSo Im rollin' (rollin'), thizzin' off that molly\nStuntin' (Stuntin'), no hands on the Ducati\nMy big homie E-40 put me on the Carlos Rossi\nI stay younger than the muscle\nGot the gang from Charlie hustle\nAll my niggas really want the money\nWe don't want nothing else nigga I promise\nAll my niggas really want the money\nAll my niggas really want the money\nWe don't want nothing else nigga I promise\nAll my niggas really want the money\nAll my niggas really want the money\nPockets will advance, clear the room\nIf the bitch ain't with the shit, then your boy don't approve\nSee, Hennessy, Bacardi turns the party\nBackwoods pre-rolled, club get foggy\nNiggas mean muggin', well leap then froggy\nThough I see why you mad, her ass applauding\nThat's your bitch, she flip like dolphins\nWe gon' work out and bounce the bed springs\nNo credit cards, just debit and large cash\nAnd a real big bag, smell like a forest\nI used to sell weight 'til gastric bypass\nPass with a Mac that smack your car glass\nAddicted to ballin', no Timbs, ate Wheaties\nLearn from Doo Dog, he taught big gritty\nKing East Bay, E-40, boss leany\nMoney all there, your money HoudiniAll my niggas really want the money\nWe don't want nothing else nigga I promise\nAll my niggas really want the money\nAll my niggas really want the money\nWe don't want nothing else nigga I promise\nAll my niggas really want the money\nAll my niggas really want the money","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: All My Niggaz (feat. 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About to hit another Lick\n  'Bout a 150 bucks, for that tax on every zip\n  Girl, I got bottles of that lean, tax on every sip\n  Cause they got the Qualitest and I got the Actavis\n  So Im rollin' (rollin'), thizzin' off that molly\n  Stuntin' (Stuntin'), no hands on the Ducati\n  My big homie E-40 put me on the Carlos Rossi\n  I stay younger than the muscle\n  Got the gang from Charlie hustle\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  We don't want nothing else nigga I promise\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  We don't want nothing else nigga I promise\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  Pockets will advance, clear the room\n  If the bitch ain't with the shit, then your boy don't approve\n  See, Hennessy, Bacardi turns the party\n  Backwoods pre-rolled, club get foggy\n  Niggas mean muggin', well leap then froggy\n  Though I see why you mad, her ass applauding\n  That's your bitch, she flip like dolphins\n  We gon' work out and bounce the bed springs\n  No credit cards, just debit and large cash\n  And a real big bag, smell like a forest\n  I used to sell weight 'til gastric bypass\n  Pass with a Mac that smack your car glass\n  Addicted to ballin', no Timbs, ate Wheaties\n  Learn from Doo Dog, he taught big gritty\n  King East Bay, E-40, boss leany\n  Money all there, your money HoudiniAll my niggas really want the money\n  We don't want nothing else nigga I promise\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  We don't want nothing else nigga I promise\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  All my niggas really want the money\n"},{"id":39744289,"name":"All My Niggaz (feat. 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About to hit another Lick\n'Bout a 150 bucks, for that tax on every zip\nGirl, I got bottles of that lean, tax on every sip\nCause they got the Qualitest and I got the Actavis\nSo Im rollin' (rollin'), thizzin' off that molly\nStuntin' (Stuntin'), no hands on the Ducati\nMy big homie E-40 put me on the Carlos Rossi\nI stay younger than the muscle\nGot the gang from Charlie hustle\nAll my niggas really want the money\nWe don't want nothing else nigga I promise\nAll my niggas really want the money\nAll my niggas really want the money\nWe don't want nothing else nigga I promise\nAll my niggas really want the money\nAll my niggas really want the money\nPockets will advance, clear the room\nIf the bitch ain't with the shit, then your boy don't approve\nSee, Hennessy, Bacardi turns the party\nBackwoods pre-rolled, club get foggy\nNiggas mean muggin', well leap then froggy\nThough I see why you mad, her ass applauding\nThat's your bitch, she flip like dolphins\nWe gon' work out and bounce the bed springs\nNo credit cards, just debit and large cash\nAnd a real big bag, smell like a forest\nI used to sell weight 'til gastric bypass\nPass with a Mac that smack your car glass\nAddicted to ballin', no Timbs, ate Wheaties\nLearn from Doo Dog, he taught big gritty\nKing East Bay, E-40, boss leany\nMoney all there, your money HoudiniAll my niggas really want the money\nWe don't want nothing else nigga I promise\nAll my niggas really want the money\nAll my niggas really want the money\nWe don't want nothing else nigga I promise\nAll my niggas really want the money\nAll my niggas really want the money","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: All My Niggaz (feat. 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About to hit another Lick\n  'Bout a 150 bucks, for that tax on every zip\n  Girl, I got bottles of that lean, tax on every sip\n  Cause they got the Qualitest and I got the Actavis\n  So Im rollin' (rollin'), thizzin' off that molly\n  Stuntin' (Stuntin'), no hands on the Ducati\n  My big homie E-40 put me on the Carlos Rossi\n  I stay younger than the muscle\n  Got the gang from Charlie hustle\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  We don't want nothing else nigga I promise\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  We don't want nothing else nigga I promise\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  Pockets will advance, clear the room\n  If the bitch ain't with the shit, then your boy don't approve\n  See, Hennessy, Bacardi turns the party\n  Backwoods pre-rolled, club get foggy\n  Niggas mean muggin', well leap then froggy\n  Though I see why you mad, her ass applauding\n  That's your bitch, she flip like dolphins\n  We gon' work out and bounce the bed springs\n  No credit cards, just debit and large cash\n  And a real big bag, smell like a forest\n  I used to sell weight 'til gastric bypass\n  Pass with a Mac that smack your car glass\n  Addicted to ballin', no Timbs, ate Wheaties\n  Learn from Doo Dog, he taught big gritty\n  King East Bay, E-40, boss leany\n  Money all there, your money HoudiniAll my niggas really want the money\n  We don't want nothing else nigga I promise\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  We don't want nothing else nigga I promise\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  All my niggas really want the money\n"},{"id":16201727,"name":"All My Niggaz (feat. 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About to hit another Lick\n'Bout a 150 bucks, for that tax on every zip\nGirl, I got bottles of that lean, tax on every sip\nCause they got the Qualitest and I got the Actavis\nSo Im rollin' (rollin'), thizzin' off that molly\nStuntin' (Stuntin'), no hands on the Ducati\nMy big homie E-40 put me on the Carlos Rossi\nI stay younger than the muscle\nGot the gang from Charlie hustle\nAll my niggas really want the money\nWe don't want nothing else nigga I promise\nAll my niggas really want the money\nAll my niggas really want the money\nWe don't want nothing else nigga I promise\nAll my niggas really want the money\nAll my niggas really want the money\nPockets will advance, clear the room\nIf the bitch ain't with the shit, then your boy don't approve\nSee, Hennessy, Bacardi turns the party\nBackwoods pre-rolled, club get foggy\nNiggas mean muggin', well leap then froggy\nThough I see why you mad, her ass applauding\nThat's your bitch, she flip like dolphins\nWe gon' work out and bounce the bed springs\nNo credit cards, just debit and large cash\nAnd a real big bag, smell like a forest\nI used to sell weight 'til gastric bypass\nPass with a Mac that smack your car glass\nAddicted to ballin', no Timbs, ate Wheaties\nLearn from Doo Dog, he taught big gritty\nKing East Bay, E-40, boss leany\nMoney all there, your money HoudiniAll my niggas really want the money\nWe don't want nothing else nigga I promise\nAll my niggas really want the money\nAll my niggas really want the money\nWe don't want nothing else nigga I promise\nAll my niggas really want the money\nAll my niggas really want the money","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: All My Niggaz (feat. 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About to hit another Lick\n  'Bout a 150 bucks, for that tax on every zip\n  Girl, I got bottles of that lean, tax on every sip\n  Cause they got the Qualitest and I got the Actavis\n  So Im rollin' (rollin'), thizzin' off that molly\n  Stuntin' (Stuntin'), no hands on the Ducati\n  My big homie E-40 put me on the Carlos Rossi\n  I stay younger than the muscle\n  Got the gang from Charlie hustle\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  We don't want nothing else nigga I promise\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  We don't want nothing else nigga I promise\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  Pockets will advance, clear the room\n  If the bitch ain't with the shit, then your boy don't approve\n  See, Hennessy, Bacardi turns the party\n  Backwoods pre-rolled, club get foggy\n  Niggas mean muggin', well leap then froggy\n  Though I see why you mad, her ass applauding\n  That's your bitch, she flip like dolphins\n  We gon' work out and bounce the bed springs\n  No credit cards, just debit and large cash\n  And a real big bag, smell like a forest\n  I used to sell weight 'til gastric bypass\n  Pass with a Mac that smack your car glass\n  Addicted to ballin', no Timbs, ate Wheaties\n  Learn from Doo Dog, he taught big gritty\n  King East Bay, E-40, boss leany\n  Money all there, your money HoudiniAll my niggas really want the money\n  We don't want nothing else nigga I promise\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  We don't want nothing else nigga I promise\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  All my niggas really want the money\n"},{"id":14973577,"name":"All My Niggaz (feat. 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About to hit another Lick\n'Bout a 150 bucks, for that tax on every zip\nGirl, I got bottles of that lean, tax on every sip\nCause they got the Qualitest and I got the Actavis\nSo Im rollin' (rollin'), thizzin' off that molly\nStuntin' (Stuntin'), no hands on the Ducati\nMy big homie E-40 put me on the Carlos Rossi\nI stay younger than the muscle\nGot the gang from Charlie hustle\nAll my niggas really want the money\nWe don't want nothing else nigga I promise\nAll my niggas really want the money\nAll my niggas really want the money\nWe don't want nothing else nigga I promise\nAll my niggas really want the money\nAll my niggas really want the money\nPockets will advance, clear the room\nIf the bitch ain't with the shit, then your boy don't approve\nSee, Hennessy, Bacardi turns the party\nBackwoods pre-rolled, club get foggy\nNiggas mean muggin', well leap then froggy\nThough I see why you mad, her ass applauding\nThat's your bitch, she flip like dolphins\nWe gon' work out and bounce the bed springs\nNo credit cards, just debit and large cash\nAnd a real big bag, smell like a forest\nI used to sell weight 'til gastric bypass\nPass with a Mac that smack your car glass\nAddicted to ballin', no Timbs, ate Wheaties\nLearn from Doo Dog, he taught big gritty\nKing East Bay, E-40, boss leany\nMoney all there, your money HoudiniAll my niggas really want the money\nWe don't want nothing else nigga I promise\nAll my niggas really want the money\nAll my niggas really want the money\nWe don't want nothing else nigga I promise\nAll my niggas really want the money\nAll my niggas really want the money","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: All My Niggaz (feat. 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About to hit another Lick\n  'Bout a 150 bucks, for that tax on every zip\n  Girl, I got bottles of that lean, tax on every sip\n  Cause they got the Qualitest and I got the Actavis\n  So Im rollin' (rollin'), thizzin' off that molly\n  Stuntin' (Stuntin'), no hands on the Ducati\n  My big homie E-40 put me on the Carlos Rossi\n  I stay younger than the muscle\n  Got the gang from Charlie hustle\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  We don't want nothing else nigga I promise\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  We don't want nothing else nigga I promise\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  Pockets will advance, clear the room\n  If the bitch ain't with the shit, then your boy don't approve\n  See, Hennessy, Bacardi turns the party\n  Backwoods pre-rolled, club get foggy\n  Niggas mean muggin', well leap then froggy\n  Though I see why you mad, her ass applauding\n  That's your bitch, she flip like dolphins\n  We gon' work out and bounce the bed springs\n  No credit cards, just debit and large cash\n  And a real big bag, smell like a forest\n  I used to sell weight 'til gastric bypass\n  Pass with a Mac that smack your car glass\n  Addicted to ballin', no Timbs, ate Wheaties\n  Learn from Doo Dog, he taught big gritty\n  King East Bay, E-40, boss leany\n  Money all there, your money HoudiniAll my niggas really want the money\n  We don't want nothing else nigga I promise\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  We don't want nothing else nigga I promise\n  All my niggas really want the money\n  All my niggas really want the money\n"}]