[{"id":24807533,"name":"Automatic","trackName":"Automatic","artistName":"E-40","albumName":"The Best Of E-40","duration":283.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Automatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nPortable scales, checkin my mail\nAvoidin' the law, Stayin' out of jail\nPossesion of sales, Pocket all sales\nConspiracy charges, Hate betrayals\nCause I don't write nothin down I keep it all in my head, Intellegent\nAbout my business, Memory like an elephant\nChasin' the dream, Suit up for cream\nSpecial weapons and tactics team\nAR-15\nAnd infared beams, Pointed at domes, backs, and spleens\nFire hydrons, Ambulance sirens,\nSpittin\n' Licence, Police indicements\nRightiously what it all boils down to is basically who's the wisest\nUghhh, My heart made of granite\nSlow down my spit so you squares can understand it\nI didn't come in here empty handed\nI came in here on business and yall gone retrospecit dammit\nBeen out the game, Did that mane\nValejeo I claim, Made the name\nFeel my pain, Ghetto fame\nMagazine Street hustla mane\nMessin' around in the fast lane\nChevy, Cougars and Mustangs\nNovas, Granadas, and Falcons\nProject livin' and Public housin'\n(Kokane & Fabolous & E-40)\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind\n(I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind, Ughh)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (Ugh)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nBustas hate me cause I f'ed they breezies\nPlayboy, These techs spray easy\nLike you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy\nI get money on the grind\nSo if you ya mind on my money, I put some money on ya mind\nYa honey gone be mine\nCause ya diamond forecast is partly cloudly\nThe kids look sunny on the shine\nI'm gettin' ticked off again\nYa'll must like ridin' in long black caddy's that they stick coffins in\nBlowin' sticky, That come in the jars that they stick coffee in\nI got chicks offerin'\nBut I play hard to get, Unless they suck me 'til my dick soft again\nYou lookin' at the way the coast to coast g do it\nFrom the Brooklyn to the Bay\nBring the hook in by the way\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nIt don't matter if you lokin' or bleedin'\nWheather its backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in\nYou slow pokin' or speedin'\nAll that counts to these motherfuckers is if you broke or suceedin'\nI'm gettin used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin'\nStayin focused while feedin', so I don't choke what im eatin'\nI'm lookin' for towns to put the coke and the weed in\nTo sit with white folks in a meetin', pleasebaleaveit\nI used to sell tapes up out my truck and slang cain, (boom)\nRespected on the streets before the fame, (boom)\nAin't nothin' lame or game goofy about my game, (boom)\nPaid my dues, Obeyed the rules\nStuck to the script, Made a Click\nAll a my fellows and all a my dawgs\nRidin' mustard and mayonaise on vouges\nFeelin' em up, Sittin' em down\nFlossin' and Bossin' all over the town\nHardest state benzes ya ever heardin ya life man write that down\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Automatic\n  artist: E-40\n  album: The Best Of E-40\n  duration_ms: 283000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  Portable scales, checkin my mail\n  Avoidin' the law, Stayin' out of jail\n  Possesion of sales, Pocket all sales\n  Conspiracy charges, Hate betrayals\n  Cause I don't write nothin down I keep it all in my head, Intellegent\n  About my business, Memory like an elephant\n  Chasin' the dream, Suit up for cream\n  Special weapons and tactics team\n  AR-15\n  And infared beams, Pointed at domes, backs, and spleens\n  Fire hydrons, Ambulance sirens,\n  Spittin\n  ' Licence, Police indicements\n  Rightiously what it all boils down to is basically who's the wisest\n  Ughhh, My heart made of granite\n  Slow down my spit so you squares can understand it\n  I didn't come in here empty handed\n  I came in here on business and yall gone retrospecit dammit\n  Been out the game, Did that mane\n  Valejeo I claim, Made the name\n  Feel my pain, Ghetto fame\n  Magazine Street hustla mane\n  Messin' around in the fast lane\n  Chevy, Cougars and Mustangs\n  Novas, Granadas, and Falcons\n  Project livin' and Public housin'\n  (Kokane & Fabolous & E-40)\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind\n  (I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind, Ughh)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (Ugh)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  Bustas hate me cause I f'ed they breezies\n  Playboy, These techs spray easy\n  Like you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy\n  I get money on the grind\n  So if you ya mind on my money, I put some money on ya mind\n  Ya honey gone be mine\n  Cause ya diamond forecast is partly cloudly\n  The kids look sunny on the shine\n  I'm gettin' ticked off again\n  Ya'll must like ridin' in long black caddy's that they stick coffins in\n  Blowin' sticky, That come in the jars that they stick coffee in\n  I got chicks offerin'\n  But I play hard to get, Unless they suck me 'til my dick soft again\n  You lookin' at the way the coast to coast g do it\n  From the Brooklyn to the Bay\n  Bring the hook in by the way\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  It don't matter if you lokin' or bleedin'\n  Wheather its backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in\n  You slow pokin' or speedin'\n  All that counts to these motherfuckers is if you broke or suceedin'\n  I'm gettin used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin'\n  Stayin focused while feedin', so I don't choke what im eatin'\n  I'm lookin' for towns to put the coke and the weed in\n  To sit with white folks in a meetin', pleasebaleaveit\n  I used to sell tapes up out my truck and slang cain, (boom)\n  Respected on the streets before the fame, (boom)\n  Ain't nothin' lame or game goofy about my game, (boom)\n  Paid my dues, Obeyed the rules\n  Stuck to the script, Made a Click\n  All a my fellows and all a my dawgs\n  Ridin' mustard and mayonaise on vouges\n  Feelin' em up, Sittin' em down\n  Flossin' and Bossin' all over the town\n  Hardest state benzes ya ever heardin ya life man write that down\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n"},{"id":39917577,"name":"Automatic","trackName":"Automatic","artistName":"E-40","albumName":"Best of E-40: Yesterday, Today & Tomorrow","duration":283.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Automatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nPortable scales, checkin my mail\nAvoidin' the law, Stayin' out of jail\nPossesion of sales, Pocket all sales\nConspiracy charges, Hate betrayals\nCause I don't write nothin down I keep it all in my head, Intellegent\nAbout my business, Memory like an elephant\nChasin' the dream, Suit up for cream\nSpecial weapons and tactics team\nAR-15\nAnd infared beams, Pointed at domes, backs, and spleens\nFire hydrons, Ambulance sirens,\nSpittin\n' Licence, Police indicements\nRightiously what it all boils down to is basically who's the wisest\nUghhh, My heart made of granite\nSlow down my spit so you squares can understand it\nI didn't come in here empty handed\nI came in here on business and yall gone retrospecit dammit\nBeen out the game, Did that mane\nValejeo I claim, Made the name\nFeel my pain, Ghetto fame\nMagazine Street hustla mane\nMessin' around in the fast lane\nChevy, Cougars and Mustangs\nNovas, Granadas, and Falcons\nProject livin' and Public housin'\n(Kokane & Fabolous & E-40)\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind\n(I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind, Ughh)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (Ugh)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nBustas hate me cause I f'ed they breezies\nPlayboy, These techs spray easy\nLike you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy\nI get money on the grind\nSo if you ya mind on my money, I put some money on ya mind\nYa honey gone be mine\nCause ya diamond forecast is partly cloudly\nThe kids look sunny on the shine\nI'm gettin' ticked off again\nYa'll must like ridin' in long black caddy's that they stick coffins in\nBlowin' sticky, That come in the jars that they stick coffee in\nI got chicks offerin'\nBut I play hard to get, Unless they suck me 'til my dick soft again\nYou lookin' at the way the coast to coast g do it\nFrom the Brooklyn to the Bay\nBring the hook in by the way\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nIt don't matter if you lokin' or bleedin'\nWheather its backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in\nYou slow pokin' or speedin'\nAll that counts to these motherfuckers is if you broke or suceedin'\nI'm gettin used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin'\nStayin focused while feedin', so I don't choke what im eatin'\nI'm lookin' for towns to put the coke and the weed in\nTo sit with white folks in a meetin', pleasebaleaveit\nI used to sell tapes up out my truck and slang cain, (boom)\nRespected on the streets before the fame, (boom)\nAin't nothin' lame or game goofy about my game, (boom)\nPaid my dues, Obeyed the rules\nStuck to the script, Made a Click\nAll a my fellows and all a my dawgs\nRidin' mustard and mayonaise on vouges\nFeelin' em up, Sittin' em down\nFlossin' and Bossin' all over the town\nHardest state benzes ya ever heardin ya life man write that down\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Automatic\n  artist: E-40\n  album: 'Best of E-40: Yesterday, Today & Tomorrow'\n  duration_ms: 282972\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  Portable scales, checkin my mail\n  Avoidin' the law, Stayin' out of jail\n  Possesion of sales, Pocket all sales\n  Conspiracy charges, Hate betrayals\n  Cause I don't write nothin down I keep it all in my head, Intellegent\n  About my business, Memory like an elephant\n  Chasin' the dream, Suit up for cream\n  Special weapons and tactics team\n  AR-15\n  And infared beams, Pointed at domes, backs, and spleens\n  Fire hydrons, Ambulance sirens,\n  Spittin\n  ' Licence, Police indicements\n  Rightiously what it all boils down to is basically who's the wisest\n  Ughhh, My heart made of granite\n  Slow down my spit so you squares can understand it\n  I didn't come in here empty handed\n  I came in here on business and yall gone retrospecit dammit\n  Been out the game, Did that mane\n  Valejeo I claim, Made the name\n  Feel my pain, Ghetto fame\n  Magazine Street hustla mane\n  Messin' around in the fast lane\n  Chevy, Cougars and Mustangs\n  Novas, Granadas, and Falcons\n  Project livin' and Public housin'\n  (Kokane & Fabolous & E-40)\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind\n  (I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind, Ughh)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (Ugh)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  Bustas hate me cause I f'ed they breezies\n  Playboy, These techs spray easy\n  Like you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy\n  I get money on the grind\n  So if you ya mind on my money, I put some money on ya mind\n  Ya honey gone be mine\n  Cause ya diamond forecast is partly cloudly\n  The kids look sunny on the shine\n  I'm gettin' ticked off again\n  Ya'll must like ridin' in long black caddy's that they stick coffins in\n  Blowin' sticky, That come in the jars that they stick coffee in\n  I got chicks offerin'\n  But I play hard to get, Unless they suck me 'til my dick soft again\n  You lookin' at the way the coast to coast g do it\n  From the Brooklyn to the Bay\n  Bring the hook in by the way\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  It don't matter if you lokin' or bleedin'\n  Wheather its backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in\n  You slow pokin' or speedin'\n  All that counts to these motherfuckers is if you broke or suceedin'\n  I'm gettin used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin'\n  Stayin focused while feedin', so I don't choke what im eatin'\n  I'm lookin' for towns to put the coke and the weed in\n  To sit with white folks in a meetin', pleasebaleaveit\n  I used to sell tapes up out my truck and slang cain, (boom)\n  Respected on the streets before the fame, (boom)\n  Ain't nothin' lame or game goofy about my game, (boom)\n  Paid my dues, Obeyed the rules\n  Stuck to the script, Made a Click\n  All a my fellows and all a my dawgs\n  Ridin' mustard and mayonaise on vouges\n  Feelin' em up, Sittin' em down\n  Flossin' and Bossin' all over the town\n  Hardest state benzes ya ever heardin ya life man write that down\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n"},{"id":3068026,"name":"Automatic","trackName":"Automatic","artistName":"E‐40","albumName":"The Best of E-40: Yesterday, Today & Tomorrow","duration":283.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Automatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nPortable scales, checkin my mail\nAvoidin' the law, Stayin' out of jail\nPossesion of sales, Pocket all sales\nConspiracy charges, Hate betrayals\nCause I don't write nothin down I keep it all in my head, Intellegent\nAbout my business, Memory like an elephant\nChasin' the dream, Suit up for cream\nSpecial weapons and tactics team\nAR-15\nAnd infared beams, Pointed at domes, backs, and spleens\nFire hydrons, Ambulance sirens,\nSpittin\n' Licence, Police indicements\nRightiously what it all boils down to is basically who's the wisest\nUghhh, My heart made of granite\nSlow down my spit so you squares can understand it\nI didn't come in here empty handed\nI came in here on business and yall gone retrospecit dammit\nBeen out the game, Did that mane\nValejeo I claim, Made the name\nFeel my pain, Ghetto fame\nMagazine Street hustla mane\nMessin' around in the fast lane\nChevy, Cougars and Mustangs\nNovas, Granadas, and Falcons\nProject livin' and Public housin'\n(Kokane & Fabolous & E-40)\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind\n(I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind, Ughh)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (Ugh)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nBustas hate me cause I f'ed they breezies\nPlayboy, These techs spray easy\nLike you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy\nI get money on the grind\nSo if you ya mind on my money, I put some money on ya mind\nYa honey gone be mine\nCause ya diamond forecast is partly cloudly\nThe kids look sunny on the shine\nI'm gettin' ticked off again\nYa'll must like ridin' in long black caddy's that they stick coffins in\nBlowin' sticky, That come in the jars that they stick coffee in\nI got chicks offerin'\nBut I play hard to get, Unless they suck me 'til my dick soft again\nYou lookin' at the way the coast to coast g do it\nFrom the Brooklyn to the Bay\nBring the hook in by the way\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nIt don't matter if you lokin' or bleedin'\nWheather its backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in\nYou slow pokin' or speedin'\nAll that counts to these motherfuckers is if you broke or suceedin'\nI'm gettin used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin'\nStayin focused while feedin', so I don't choke what im eatin'\nI'm lookin' for towns to put the coke and the weed in\nTo sit with white folks in a meetin', pleasebaleaveit\nI used to sell tapes up out my truck and slang cain, (boom)\nRespected on the streets before the fame, (boom)\nAin't nothin' lame or game goofy about my game, (boom)\nPaid my dues, Obeyed the rules\nStuck to the script, Made a Click\nAll a my fellows and all a my dawgs\nRidin' mustard and mayonaise on vouges\nFeelin' em up, Sittin' em down\nFlossin' and Bossin' all over the town\nHardest state benzes ya ever heardin ya life man write that down\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Automatic\n  artist: E‐40\n  album: 'The Best of E-40: Yesterday, Today & Tomorrow'\n  duration_ms: 283000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  Portable scales, checkin my mail\n  Avoidin' the law, Stayin' out of jail\n  Possesion of sales, Pocket all sales\n  Conspiracy charges, Hate betrayals\n  Cause I don't write nothin down I keep it all in my head, Intellegent\n  About my business, Memory like an elephant\n  Chasin' the dream, Suit up for cream\n  Special weapons and tactics team\n  AR-15\n  And infared beams, Pointed at domes, backs, and spleens\n  Fire hydrons, Ambulance sirens,\n  Spittin\n  ' Licence, Police indicements\n  Rightiously what it all boils down to is basically who's the wisest\n  Ughhh, My heart made of granite\n  Slow down my spit so you squares can understand it\n  I didn't come in here empty handed\n  I came in here on business and yall gone retrospecit dammit\n  Been out the game, Did that mane\n  Valejeo I claim, Made the name\n  Feel my pain, Ghetto fame\n  Magazine Street hustla mane\n  Messin' around in the fast lane\n  Chevy, Cougars and Mustangs\n  Novas, Granadas, and Falcons\n  Project livin' and Public housin'\n  (Kokane & Fabolous & E-40)\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind\n  (I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind, Ughh)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (Ugh)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  Bustas hate me cause I f'ed they breezies\n  Playboy, These techs spray easy\n  Like you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy\n  I get money on the grind\n  So if you ya mind on my money, I put some money on ya mind\n  Ya honey gone be mine\n  Cause ya diamond forecast is partly cloudly\n  The kids look sunny on the shine\n  I'm gettin' ticked off again\n  Ya'll must like ridin' in long black caddy's that they stick coffins in\n  Blowin' sticky, That come in the jars that they stick coffee in\n  I got chicks offerin'\n  But I play hard to get, Unless they suck me 'til my dick soft again\n  You lookin' at the way the coast to coast g do it\n  From the Brooklyn to the Bay\n  Bring the hook in by the way\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  It don't matter if you lokin' or bleedin'\n  Wheather its backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in\n  You slow pokin' or speedin'\n  All that counts to these motherfuckers is if you broke or suceedin'\n  I'm gettin used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin'\n  Stayin focused while feedin', so I don't choke what im eatin'\n  I'm lookin' for towns to put the coke and the weed in\n  To sit with white folks in a meetin', pleasebaleaveit\n  I used to sell tapes up out my truck and slang cain, (boom)\n  Respected on the streets before the fame, (boom)\n  Ain't nothin' lame or game goofy about my game, (boom)\n  Paid my dues, Obeyed the rules\n  Stuck to the script, Made a Click\n  All a my fellows and all a my dawgs\n  Ridin' mustard and mayonaise on vouges\n  Feelin' em up, Sittin' em down\n  Flossin' and Bossin' all over the town\n  Hardest state benzes ya ever heardin ya life man write that down\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n"},{"id":10685591,"name":"Automatic","trackName":"Automatic","artistName":"E‐40","albumName":"The Best of E‐40: Yesterday, Today & Tomorrow","duration":283.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Automatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nPortable scales, checkin my mail\nAvoidin' the law, Stayin' out of jail\nPossesion of sales, Pocket all sales\nConspiracy charges, Hate betrayals\nCause I don't write nothin down I keep it all in my head, Intellegent\nAbout my business, Memory like an elephant\nChasin' the dream, Suit up for cream\nSpecial weapons and tactics team\nAR-15\nAnd infared beams, Pointed at domes, backs, and spleens\nFire hydrons, Ambulance sirens,\nSpittin\n' licence, Police indicements\nRightiously what it all boils down to is basically who's the wisest\nUghhh, My heart made of granite\nSlow down my spit so you squares can understand it\nI didn't come in here empty handed\nI came in here on business and yall gone retrospecit dammit\nBeen out the game, Did that mane\nValejeo I claim, Made the name\nFeel my pain, Ghetto fame\nMagazine Street hustla mane\nMessin' around in the fast lane\nChevy, Cougars and Mustangs\nNovas, Granadas, and Falcons\nProject livin' and Public housin'\n(Kokane & Fabolous & E-40)\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind\n(I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind, Ughh)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (Ugh)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nBustas hate me cause I f'ed they breezies\nPlayboy, These techs spray easy\nLike you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy\nI get money on the grind\nSo if you ya mind on my money, I put some money on ya mind\nYa honey gone be mine\nCause ya diamond forecast is partly cloudly\nThe kids look sunny on the shine\nI'm gettin' ticked off again\nYa'll must like ridin' in long black caddy's that they stick coffins in\nBlowin' sticky, That come in the jars that they stick coffee in\nI got chicks offerin'\nBut I play hard to get, Unless they suck me 'til my dick soft again\nYou lookin' at the way the coast to coast g do it\nFrom the Brooklyn to the Bay\nBring the hook in by the way\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nIt don't matter if you lokin' or bleedin'\nWheather its backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in\nYou slow pokin' or speedin'\nAll that counts to these motherfuckers is if you broke or suceedin'\nI'm gettin used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin'\nStayin focused while feedin', so I don't choke what im eatin'\nI'm lookin' for towns to put the coke and the weed in\nTo sit with white folks in a meetin', pleasebaleaveit\nI used to sell tapes up out my truck and slang cain, (boom)\nRespected on the streets before the fame, (boom)\nAin't nothin' lame or game goofy about my game, (boom)\nPaid my dues, Obeyed the rules\nStuck to the script, Made a Click\nAll a my fellows and all a my dawgs\nRidin' mustard and mayonaise on vouges\nFeelin' em up, Sittin' em down\nFlossin' and Bossin' all over the town\nHardest state benzes ya ever heardin ya life man write that down\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Automatic\n  artist: E‐40\n  album: 'The Best of E‐40: Yesterday, Today & Tomorrow'\n  duration_ms: 283000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  Portable scales, checkin my mail\n  Avoidin' the law, Stayin' out of jail\n  Possesion of sales, Pocket all sales\n  Conspiracy charges, Hate betrayals\n  Cause I don't write nothin down I keep it all in my head, Intellegent\n  About my business, Memory like an elephant\n  Chasin' the dream, Suit up for cream\n  Special weapons and tactics team\n  AR-15\n  And infared beams, Pointed at domes, backs, and spleens\n  Fire hydrons, Ambulance sirens,\n  Spittin\n  ' licence, Police indicements\n  Rightiously what it all boils down to is basically who's the wisest\n  Ughhh, My heart made of granite\n  Slow down my spit so you squares can understand it\n  I didn't come in here empty handed\n  I came in here on business and yall gone retrospecit dammit\n  Been out the game, Did that mane\n  Valejeo I claim, Made the name\n  Feel my pain, Ghetto fame\n  Magazine Street hustla mane\n  Messin' around in the fast lane\n  Chevy, Cougars and Mustangs\n  Novas, Granadas, and Falcons\n  Project livin' and Public housin'\n  (Kokane & Fabolous & E-40)\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind\n  (I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind, Ughh)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (Ugh)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  Bustas hate me cause I f'ed they breezies\n  Playboy, These techs spray easy\n  Like you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy\n  I get money on the grind\n  So if you ya mind on my money, I put some money on ya mind\n  Ya honey gone be mine\n  Cause ya diamond forecast is partly cloudly\n  The kids look sunny on the shine\n  I'm gettin' ticked off again\n  Ya'll must like ridin' in long black caddy's that they stick coffins in\n  Blowin' sticky, That come in the jars that they stick coffee in\n  I got chicks offerin'\n  But I play hard to get, Unless they suck me 'til my dick soft again\n  You lookin' at the way the coast to coast g do it\n  From the Brooklyn to the Bay\n  Bring the hook in by the way\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  It don't matter if you lokin' or bleedin'\n  Wheather its backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in\n  You slow pokin' or speedin'\n  All that counts to these motherfuckers is if you broke or suceedin'\n  I'm gettin used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin'\n  Stayin focused while feedin', so I don't choke what im eatin'\n  I'm lookin' for towns to put the coke and the weed in\n  To sit with white folks in a meetin', pleasebaleaveit\n  I used to sell tapes up out my truck and slang cain, (boom)\n  Respected on the streets before the fame, (boom)\n  Ain't nothin' lame or game goofy about my game, (boom)\n  Paid my dues, Obeyed the rules\n  Stuck to the script, Made a Click\n  All a my fellows and all a my dawgs\n  Ridin' mustard and mayonaise on vouges\n  Feelin' em up, Sittin' em down\n  Flossin' and Bossin' all over the town\n  Hardest state benzes ya ever heardin ya life man write that down\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n"},{"id":13027000,"name":"Automatic","trackName":"Automatic","artistName":"E-40","albumName":"The Best Of E-40: Yesterday,Today &Tomorrow","duration":283.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Automatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nPortable scales, checkin my mail\nAvoidin' the law, Stayin' out of jail\nPossesion of sales, Pocket all sales\nConspiracy charges, Hate betrayals\nCause I don't write nothin down I keep it all in my head, Intellegent\nAbout my business, Memory like an elephant\nChasin' the dream, Suit up for cream\nSpecial weapons and tactics team\nAR-15\nAnd infared beams, Pointed at domes, backs, and spleens\nFire hydrons, Ambulance sirens,\nSpittin\n' licence, Police indicements\nRightiously what it all boils down to is basically who's the wisest\nUghhh, My heart made of granite\nSlow down my spit so you squares can understand it\nI didn't come in here empty handed\nI came in here on business and yall gone retrospecit dammit\nBeen out the game, Did that mane\nValejeo I claim, Made the name\nFeel my pain, Ghetto fame\nMagazine Street hustla mane\nMessin' around in the fast lane\nChevy, Cougars and Mustangs\nNovas, Granadas, and Falcons\nProject livin' and Public housin'\n(Kokane & Fabolous & E-40)\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind\n(I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind, Ughh)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (Ugh)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nBustas hate me cause I f'ed they breezies\nPlayboy, These techs spray easy\nLike you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy\nI get money on the grind\nSo if you ya mind on my money, I put some money on ya mind\nYa honey gone be mine\nCause ya diamond forecast is partly cloudly\nThe kids look sunny on the shine\nI'm gettin' ticked off again\nYa'll must like ridin' in long black caddy's that they stick coffins in\nBlowin' sticky, That come in the jars that they stick coffee in\nI got chicks offerin'\nBut I play hard to get, Unless they suck me 'til my dick soft again\nYou lookin' at the way the coast to coast g do it\nFrom the Brooklyn to the Bay\nBring the hook in by the way\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nIt don't matter if you lokin' or bleedin'\nWheather its backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in\nYou slow pokin' or speedin'\nAll that counts to these motherfuckers is if you broke or suceedin'\nI'm gettin used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin'\nStayin focused while feedin', so I don't choke what im eatin'\nI'm lookin' for towns to put the coke and the weed in\nTo sit with white folks in a meetin', pleasebaleaveit\nI used to sell tapes up out my truck and slang cain, (boom)\nRespected on the streets before the fame, (boom)\nAin't nothin' lame or game goofy about my game, (boom)\nPaid my dues, Obeyed the rules\nStuck to the script, Made a Click\nAll a my fellows and all a my dawgs\nRidin' mustard and mayonaise on vouges\nFeelin' em up, Sittin' em down\nFlossin' and Bossin' all over the town\nHardest state benzes ya ever heardin ya life man write that down\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Automatic\n  artist: E-40\n  album: 'The Best Of E-40: Yesterday,Today &Tomorrow'\n  duration_ms: 283000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  Portable scales, checkin my mail\n  Avoidin' the law, Stayin' out of jail\n  Possesion of sales, Pocket all sales\n  Conspiracy charges, Hate betrayals\n  Cause I don't write nothin down I keep it all in my head, Intellegent\n  About my business, Memory like an elephant\n  Chasin' the dream, Suit up for cream\n  Special weapons and tactics team\n  AR-15\n  And infared beams, Pointed at domes, backs, and spleens\n  Fire hydrons, Ambulance sirens,\n  Spittin\n  ' licence, Police indicements\n  Rightiously what it all boils down to is basically who's the wisest\n  Ughhh, My heart made of granite\n  Slow down my spit so you squares can understand it\n  I didn't come in here empty handed\n  I came in here on business and yall gone retrospecit dammit\n  Been out the game, Did that mane\n  Valejeo I claim, Made the name\n  Feel my pain, Ghetto fame\n  Magazine Street hustla mane\n  Messin' around in the fast lane\n  Chevy, Cougars and Mustangs\n  Novas, Granadas, and Falcons\n  Project livin' and Public housin'\n  (Kokane & Fabolous & E-40)\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind\n  (I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind, Ughh)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (Ugh)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  Bustas hate me cause I f'ed they breezies\n  Playboy, These techs spray easy\n  Like you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy\n  I get money on the grind\n  So if you ya mind on my money, I put some money on ya mind\n  Ya honey gone be mine\n  Cause ya diamond forecast is partly cloudly\n  The kids look sunny on the shine\n  I'm gettin' ticked off again\n  Ya'll must like ridin' in long black caddy's that they stick coffins in\n  Blowin' sticky, That come in the jars that they stick coffee in\n  I got chicks offerin'\n  But I play hard to get, Unless they suck me 'til my dick soft again\n  You lookin' at the way the coast to coast g do it\n  From the Brooklyn to the Bay\n  Bring the hook in by the way\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  It don't matter if you lokin' or bleedin'\n  Wheather its backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in\n  You slow pokin' or speedin'\n  All that counts to these motherfuckers is if you broke or suceedin'\n  I'm gettin used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin'\n  Stayin focused while feedin', so I don't choke what im eatin'\n  I'm lookin' for towns to put the coke and the weed in\n  To sit with white folks in a meetin', pleasebaleaveit\n  I used to sell tapes up out my truck and slang cain, (boom)\n  Respected on the streets before the fame, (boom)\n  Ain't nothin' lame or game goofy about my game, (boom)\n  Paid my dues, Obeyed the rules\n  Stuck to the script, Made a Click\n  All a my fellows and all a my dawgs\n  Ridin' mustard and mayonaise on vouges\n  Feelin' em up, Sittin' em down\n  Flossin' and Bossin' all over the town\n  Hardest state benzes ya ever heardin ya life man write that down\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n"},{"id":34656847,"name":"Automatic","trackName":"Automatic","artistName":"E 40","albumName":"The Best of E-40: Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow","duration":283.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Automatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nPortable scales, checkin my mail\nAvoidin' the law, Stayin' out of jail\nPossesion of sales, Pocket all sales\nConspiracy charges, Hate betrayals\nCause I don't write nothin down I keep it all in my head, Intellegent\nAbout my business, Memory like an elephant\nChasin' the dream, Suit up for cream\nSpecial weapons and tactics team\nAR-15\nAnd infared beams, Pointed at domes, backs, and spleens\nFire hydrons, Ambulance sirens,\nSpittin\n' Licence, Police indicements\nRightiously what it all boils down to is basically who's the wisest\nUghhh, My heart made of granite\nSlow down my spit so you squares can understand it\nI didn't come in here empty handed\nI came in here on business and yall gone retrospecit dammit\nBeen out the game, Did that mane\nValejeo I claim, Made the name\nFeel my pain, Ghetto fame\nMagazine Street hustla mane\nMessin' around in the fast lane\nChevy, Cougars and Mustangs\nNovas, Granadas, and Falcons\nProject livin' and Public housin'\n(Kokane & Fabolous & E-40)\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind\n(I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind, Ughh)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (Ugh)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nBustas hate me cause I f'ed they breezies\nPlayboy, These techs spray easy\nLike you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy\nI get money on the grind\nSo if you ya mind on my money, I put some money on ya mind\nYa honey gone be mine\nCause ya diamond forecast is partly cloudly\nThe kids look sunny on the shine\nI'm gettin' ticked off again\nYa'll must like ridin' in long black caddy's that they stick coffins in\nBlowin' sticky, That come in the jars that they stick coffee in\nI got chicks offerin'\nBut I play hard to get, Unless they suck me 'til my dick soft again\nYou lookin' at the way the coast to coast g do it\nFrom the Brooklyn to the Bay\nBring the hook in by the way\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nIt don't matter if you lokin' or bleedin'\nWheather its backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in\nYou slow pokin' or speedin'\nAll that counts to these motherfuckers is if you broke or suceedin'\nI'm gettin used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin'\nStayin focused while feedin', so I don't choke what im eatin'\nI'm lookin' for towns to put the coke and the weed in\nTo sit with white folks in a meetin', pleasebaleaveit\nI used to sell tapes up out my truck and slang cain, (boom)\nRespected on the streets before the fame, (boom)\nAin't nothin' lame or game goofy about my game, (boom)\nPaid my dues, Obeyed the rules\nStuck to the script, Made a Click\nAll a my fellows and all a my dawgs\nRidin' mustard and mayonaise on vouges\nFeelin' em up, Sittin' em down\nFlossin' and Bossin' all over the town\nHardest state benzes ya ever heardin ya life man write that down\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Automatic\n  artist: E 40\n  album: 'The Best of E-40: Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow'\n  duration_ms: 283000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  Portable scales, checkin my mail\n  Avoidin' the law, Stayin' out of jail\n  Possesion of sales, Pocket all sales\n  Conspiracy charges, Hate betrayals\n  Cause I don't write nothin down I keep it all in my head, Intellegent\n  About my business, Memory like an elephant\n  Chasin' the dream, Suit up for cream\n  Special weapons and tactics team\n  AR-15\n  And infared beams, Pointed at domes, backs, and spleens\n  Fire hydrons, Ambulance sirens,\n  Spittin\n  ' Licence, Police indicements\n  Rightiously what it all boils down to is basically who's the wisest\n  Ughhh, My heart made of granite\n  Slow down my spit so you squares can understand it\n  I didn't come in here empty handed\n  I came in here on business and yall gone retrospecit dammit\n  Been out the game, Did that mane\n  Valejeo I claim, Made the name\n  Feel my pain, Ghetto fame\n  Magazine Street hustla mane\n  Messin' around in the fast lane\n  Chevy, Cougars and Mustangs\n  Novas, Granadas, and Falcons\n  Project livin' and Public housin'\n  (Kokane & Fabolous & E-40)\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind\n  (I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind, Ughh)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (Ugh)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  Bustas hate me cause I f'ed they breezies\n  Playboy, These techs spray easy\n  Like you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy\n  I get money on the grind\n  So if you ya mind on my money, I put some money on ya mind\n  Ya honey gone be mine\n  Cause ya diamond forecast is partly cloudly\n  The kids look sunny on the shine\n  I'm gettin' ticked off again\n  Ya'll must like ridin' in long black caddy's that they stick coffins in\n  Blowin' sticky, That come in the jars that they stick coffee in\n  I got chicks offerin'\n  But I play hard to get, Unless they suck me 'til my dick soft again\n  You lookin' at the way the coast to coast g do it\n  From the Brooklyn to the Bay\n  Bring the hook in by the way\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  It don't matter if you lokin' or bleedin'\n  Wheather its backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in\n  You slow pokin' or speedin'\n  All that counts to these motherfuckers is if you broke or suceedin'\n  I'm gettin used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin'\n  Stayin focused while feedin', so I don't choke what im eatin'\n  I'm lookin' for towns to put the coke and the weed in\n  To sit with white folks in a meetin', pleasebaleaveit\n  I used to sell tapes up out my truck and slang cain, (boom)\n  Respected on the streets before the fame, (boom)\n  Ain't nothin' lame or game goofy about my game, (boom)\n  Paid my dues, Obeyed the rules\n  Stuck to the script, Made a Click\n  All a my fellows and all a my dawgs\n  Ridin' mustard and mayonaise on vouges\n  Feelin' em up, Sittin' em down\n  Flossin' and Bossin' all over the town\n  Hardest state benzes ya ever heardin ya life man write that down\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n"},{"id":37431175,"name":"03 E-40 - Automatic feat. Fabolous","trackName":"03 E-40 - Automatic feat. Fabolous","artistName":"E-40","albumName":"Grit & Grind","duration":283.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Automatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nPortable scales, checkin my mail\nAvoidin' the law, Stayin' out of jail\nPossesion of sales, Pocket all sales\nConspiracy charges, Hate betrayals\nCause I don't write nothin down I keep it all in my head, Intellegent\nAbout my business, Memory like an elephant\nChasin' the dream, Suit up for cream\nSpecial weapons and tactics team\nAR-15\nAnd infared beams, Pointed at domes, backs, and spleens\nFire hydrons, Ambulance sirens,\nSpittin\n' licence, Police indicements\nRightiously what it all boils down to is basically who's the wisest\nUghhh, My heart made of granite\nSlow down my spit so you squares can understand it\nI didn't come in here empty handed\nI came in here on business and yall gone retrospecit dammit\nBeen out the game, Did that mane\nValejeo I claim, Made the name\nFeel my pain, Ghetto fame\nMagazine Street hustla mane\nMessin' around in the fast lane\nChevy, Cougars and Mustangs\nNovas, Granadas, and Falcons\nProject livin' and Public housin'\n(Kokane & Fabolous & E-40)\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind\n(I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind, Ughh)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (Ugh)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nBustas hate me cause I f'ed they breezies\nPlayboy, These techs spray easy\nLike you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy\nI get money on the grind\nSo if you ya mind on my money, I put some money on ya mind\nYa honey gone be mine\nCause ya diamond forecast is partly cloudly\nThe kids look sunny on the shine\nI'm gettin' ticked off again\nYa'll must like ridin' in long black caddy's that they stick coffins in\nBlowin' sticky, That come in the jars that they stick coffee in\nI got chicks offerin'\nBut I play hard to get, Unless they suck me 'til my dick soft again\nYou lookin' at the way the coast to coast g do it\nFrom the Brooklyn to the Bay\nBring the hook in by the way\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nIt don't matter if you lokin' or bleedin'\nWheather its backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in\nYou slow pokin' or speedin'\nAll that counts to these motherfuckers is if you broke or suceedin'\nI'm gettin used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin'\nStayin focused while feedin', so I don't choke what im eatin'\nI'm lookin' for towns to put the coke and the weed in\nTo sit with white folks in a meetin', pleasebaleaveit\nI used to sell tapes up out my truck and slang cain, (boom)\nRespected on the streets before the fame, (boom)\nAin't nothin' lame or game goofy about my game, (boom)\nPaid my dues, Obeyed the rules\nStuck to the script, Made a Click\nAll a my fellows and all a my dawgs\nRidin' mustard and mayonaise on vouges\nFeelin' em up, Sittin' em down\nFlossin' and Bossin' all over the town\nHardest state benzes ya ever heardin ya life man write that down\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 03 E-40 - Automatic feat. Fabolous\n  artist: E-40\n  album: Grit & Grind\n  duration_ms: 282600\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  Portable scales, checkin my mail\n  Avoidin' the law, Stayin' out of jail\n  Possesion of sales, Pocket all sales\n  Conspiracy charges, Hate betrayals\n  Cause I don't write nothin down I keep it all in my head, Intellegent\n  About my business, Memory like an elephant\n  Chasin' the dream, Suit up for cream\n  Special weapons and tactics team\n  AR-15\n  And infared beams, Pointed at domes, backs, and spleens\n  Fire hydrons, Ambulance sirens,\n  Spittin\n  ' licence, Police indicements\n  Rightiously what it all boils down to is basically who's the wisest\n  Ughhh, My heart made of granite\n  Slow down my spit so you squares can understand it\n  I didn't come in here empty handed\n  I came in here on business and yall gone retrospecit dammit\n  Been out the game, Did that mane\n  Valejeo I claim, Made the name\n  Feel my pain, Ghetto fame\n  Magazine Street hustla mane\n  Messin' around in the fast lane\n  Chevy, Cougars and Mustangs\n  Novas, Granadas, and Falcons\n  Project livin' and Public housin'\n  (Kokane & Fabolous & E-40)\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind\n  (I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind, Ughh)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (Ugh)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  Bustas hate me cause I f'ed they breezies\n  Playboy, These techs spray easy\n  Like you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy\n  I get money on the grind\n  So if you ya mind on my money, I put some money on ya mind\n  Ya honey gone be mine\n  Cause ya diamond forecast is partly cloudly\n  The kids look sunny on the shine\n  I'm gettin' ticked off again\n  Ya'll must like ridin' in long black caddy's that they stick coffins in\n  Blowin' sticky, That come in the jars that they stick coffee in\n  I got chicks offerin'\n  But I play hard to get, Unless they suck me 'til my dick soft again\n  You lookin' at the way the coast to coast g do it\n  From the Brooklyn to the Bay\n  Bring the hook in by the way\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  It don't matter if you lokin' or bleedin'\n  Wheather its backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in\n  You slow pokin' or speedin'\n  All that counts to these motherfuckers is if you broke or suceedin'\n  I'm gettin used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin'\n  Stayin focused while feedin', so I don't choke what im eatin'\n  I'm lookin' for towns to put the coke and the weed in\n  To sit with white folks in a meetin', pleasebaleaveit\n  I used to sell tapes up out my truck and slang cain, (boom)\n  Respected on the streets before the fame, (boom)\n  Ain't nothin' lame or game goofy about my game, (boom)\n  Paid my dues, Obeyed the rules\n  Stuck to the script, Made a Click\n  All a my fellows and all a my dawgs\n  Ridin' mustard and mayonaise on vouges\n  Feelin' em up, Sittin' em down\n  Flossin' and Bossin' all over the town\n  Hardest state benzes ya ever heardin ya life man write that down\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n"},{"id":15423107,"name":"Automatic (feat. Fabolous)","trackName":"Automatic (feat. Fabolous)","artistName":"E-40","albumName":"The Best of E-40: Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow","duration":282.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Automatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nPortable scales, checkin my mail\nAvoidin' the law, Stayin' out of jail\nPossesion of sales, Pocket all sales\nConspiracy charges, Hate betrayals\nCause I don't write nothin down I keep it all in my head, Intellegent\nAbout my business, Memory like an elephant\nChasin' the dream, Suit up for cream\nSpecial weapons and tactics team\nAR-15\nAnd infared beams, Pointed at domes, backs, and spleens\nFire hydrons, Ambulance sirens,\nSpittin\n' licence, Police indicements\nRightiously what it all boils down to is basically who's the wisest\nUghhh, My heart made of granite\nSlow down my spit so you squares can understand it\nI didn't come in here empty handed\nI came in here on business and yall gone retrospecit dammit\nBeen out the game, Did that mane\nValejeo I claim, Made the name\nFeel my pain, Ghetto fame\nMagazine Street hustla mane\nMessin' around in the fast lane\nChevy, Cougars and Mustangs\nNovas, Granadas, and Falcons\nProject livin' and Public housin'\n(Kokane & Fabolous & E-40)\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind\n(I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind, Ughh)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (Ugh)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nBustas hate me cause I f'ed they breezies\nPlayboy, These techs spray easy\nLike you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy\nI get money on the grind\nSo if you ya mind on my money, I put some money on ya mind\nYa honey gone be mine\nCause ya diamond forecast is partly cloudly\nThe kids look sunny on the shine\nI'm gettin' ticked off again\nYa'll must like ridin' in long black caddy's that they stick coffins in\nBlowin' sticky, That come in the jars that they stick coffee in\nI got chicks offerin'\nBut I play hard to get, Unless they suck me 'til my dick soft again\nYou lookin' at the way the coast to coast g do it\nFrom the Brooklyn to the Bay\nBring the hook in by the way\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nIt don't matter if you lokin' or bleedin'\nWheather its backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in\nYou slow pokin' or speedin'\nAll that counts to these motherfuckers is if you broke or suceedin'\nI'm gettin used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin'\nStayin focused while feedin', so I don't choke what im eatin'\nI'm lookin' for towns to put the coke and the weed in\nTo sit with white folks in a meetin', pleasebaleaveit\nI used to sell tapes up out my truck and slang cain, (boom)\nRespected on the streets before the fame, (boom)\nAin't nothin' lame or game goofy about my game, (boom)\nPaid my dues, Obeyed the rules\nStuck to the script, Made a Click\nAll a my fellows and all a my dawgs\nRidin' mustard and mayonaise on vouges\nFeelin' em up, Sittin' em down\nFlossin' and Bossin' all over the town\nHardest state benzes ya ever heardin ya life man write that down\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Automatic (feat. Fabolous)\n  artist: E-40\n  album: 'The Best of E-40: Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow'\n  duration_ms: 282000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  Portable scales, checkin my mail\n  Avoidin' the law, Stayin' out of jail\n  Possesion of sales, Pocket all sales\n  Conspiracy charges, Hate betrayals\n  Cause I don't write nothin down I keep it all in my head, Intellegent\n  About my business, Memory like an elephant\n  Chasin' the dream, Suit up for cream\n  Special weapons and tactics team\n  AR-15\n  And infared beams, Pointed at domes, backs, and spleens\n  Fire hydrons, Ambulance sirens,\n  Spittin\n  ' licence, Police indicements\n  Rightiously what it all boils down to is basically who's the wisest\n  Ughhh, My heart made of granite\n  Slow down my spit so you squares can understand it\n  I didn't come in here empty handed\n  I came in here on business and yall gone retrospecit dammit\n  Been out the game, Did that mane\n  Valejeo I claim, Made the name\n  Feel my pain, Ghetto fame\n  Magazine Street hustla mane\n  Messin' around in the fast lane\n  Chevy, Cougars and Mustangs\n  Novas, Granadas, and Falcons\n  Project livin' and Public housin'\n  (Kokane & Fabolous & E-40)\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind\n  (I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind, Ughh)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (Ugh)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  Bustas hate me cause I f'ed they breezies\n  Playboy, These techs spray easy\n  Like you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy\n  I get money on the grind\n  So if you ya mind on my money, I put some money on ya mind\n  Ya honey gone be mine\n  Cause ya diamond forecast is partly cloudly\n  The kids look sunny on the shine\n  I'm gettin' ticked off again\n  Ya'll must like ridin' in long black caddy's that they stick coffins in\n  Blowin' sticky, That come in the jars that they stick coffee in\n  I got chicks offerin'\n  But I play hard to get, Unless they suck me 'til my dick soft again\n  You lookin' at the way the coast to coast g do it\n  From the Brooklyn to the Bay\n  Bring the hook in by the way\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  It don't matter if you lokin' or bleedin'\n  Wheather its backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in\n  You slow pokin' or speedin'\n  All that counts to these motherfuckers is if you broke or suceedin'\n  I'm gettin used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin'\n  Stayin focused while feedin', so I don't choke what im eatin'\n  I'm lookin' for towns to put the coke and the weed in\n  To sit with white folks in a meetin', pleasebaleaveit\n  I used to sell tapes up out my truck and slang cain, (boom)\n  Respected on the streets before the fame, (boom)\n  Ain't nothin' lame or game goofy about my game, (boom)\n  Paid my dues, Obeyed the rules\n  Stuck to the script, Made a Click\n  All a my fellows and all a my dawgs\n  Ridin' mustard and mayonaise on vouges\n  Feelin' em up, Sittin' em down\n  Flossin' and Bossin' all over the town\n  Hardest state benzes ya ever heardin ya life man write that down\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n"},{"id":10685584,"name":"Automatic","trackName":"Automatic","artistName":"E‐40 feat. Fabolous","albumName":"The Best of E‐40: Yesterday, Today & Tomorrow","duration":283.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Automatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nPortable scales, checkin my mail\nAvoidin' the law, Stayin' out of jail\nPossesion of sales, Pocket all sales\nConspiracy charges, Hate betrayals\nCause I don't write nothin down I keep it all in my head, Intellegent\nAbout my business, Memory like an elephant\nChasin' the dream, Suit up for cream\nSpecial weapons and tactics team\nAR-15\nAnd infared beams, Pointed at domes, backs, and spleens\nFire hydrons, Ambulance sirens,\nSpittin\n' licence, Police indicements\nRightiously what it all boils down to is basically who's the wisest\nUghhh, My heart made of granite\nSlow down my spit so you squares can understand it\nI didn't come in here empty handed\nI came in here on business and yall gone retrospecit dammit\nBeen out the game, Did that mane\nValejeo I claim, Made the name\nFeel my pain, Ghetto fame\nMagazine Street hustla mane\nMessin' around in the fast lane\nChevy, Cougars and Mustangs\nNovas, Granadas, and Falcons\nProject livin' and Public housin'\n(Kokane & Fabolous & E-40)\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind\n(I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind, Ughh)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (Ugh)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nBustas hate me cause I f'ed they breezies\nPlayboy, These techs spray easy\nLike you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy\nI get money on the grind\nSo if you ya mind on my money, I put some money on ya mind\nYa honey gone be mine\nCause ya diamond forecast is partly cloudly\nThe kids look sunny on the shine\nI'm gettin' ticked off again\nYa'll must like ridin' in long black caddy's that they stick coffins in\nBlowin' sticky, That come in the jars that they stick coffee in\nI got chicks offerin'\nBut I play hard to get, Unless they suck me 'til my dick soft again\nYou lookin' at the way the coast to coast g do it\nFrom the Brooklyn to the Bay\nBring the hook in by the way\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nIt don't matter if you lokin' or bleedin'\nWheather its backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in\nYou slow pokin' or speedin'\nAll that counts to these motherfuckers is if you broke or suceedin'\nI'm gettin used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin'\nStayin focused while feedin', so I don't choke what im eatin'\nI'm lookin' for towns to put the coke and the weed in\nTo sit with white folks in a meetin', pleasebaleaveit\nI used to sell tapes up out my truck and slang cain, (boom)\nRespected on the streets before the fame, (boom)\nAin't nothin' lame or game goofy about my game, (boom)\nPaid my dues, Obeyed the rules\nStuck to the script, Made a Click\nAll a my fellows and all a my dawgs\nRidin' mustard and mayonaise on vouges\nFeelin' em up, Sittin' em down\nFlossin' and Bossin' all over the town\nHardest state benzes ya ever heardin ya life man write that down\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Automatic\n  artist: E‐40 feat. Fabolous\n  album: 'The Best of E‐40: Yesterday, Today & Tomorrow'\n  duration_ms: 283000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  Portable scales, checkin my mail\n  Avoidin' the law, Stayin' out of jail\n  Possesion of sales, Pocket all sales\n  Conspiracy charges, Hate betrayals\n  Cause I don't write nothin down I keep it all in my head, Intellegent\n  About my business, Memory like an elephant\n  Chasin' the dream, Suit up for cream\n  Special weapons and tactics team\n  AR-15\n  And infared beams, Pointed at domes, backs, and spleens\n  Fire hydrons, Ambulance sirens,\n  Spittin\n  ' licence, Police indicements\n  Rightiously what it all boils down to is basically who's the wisest\n  Ughhh, My heart made of granite\n  Slow down my spit so you squares can understand it\n  I didn't come in here empty handed\n  I came in here on business and yall gone retrospecit dammit\n  Been out the game, Did that mane\n  Valejeo I claim, Made the name\n  Feel my pain, Ghetto fame\n  Magazine Street hustla mane\n  Messin' around in the fast lane\n  Chevy, Cougars and Mustangs\n  Novas, Granadas, and Falcons\n  Project livin' and Public housin'\n  (Kokane & Fabolous & E-40)\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind\n  (I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind, Ughh)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (Ugh)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  Bustas hate me cause I f'ed they breezies\n  Playboy, These techs spray easy\n  Like you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy\n  I get money on the grind\n  So if you ya mind on my money, I put some money on ya mind\n  Ya honey gone be mine\n  Cause ya diamond forecast is partly cloudly\n  The kids look sunny on the shine\n  I'm gettin' ticked off again\n  Ya'll must like ridin' in long black caddy's that they stick coffins in\n  Blowin' sticky, That come in the jars that they stick coffee in\n  I got chicks offerin'\n  But I play hard to get, Unless they suck me 'til my dick soft again\n  You lookin' at the way the coast to coast g do it\n  From the Brooklyn to the Bay\n  Bring the hook in by the way\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  It don't matter if you lokin' or bleedin'\n  Wheather its backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in\n  You slow pokin' or speedin'\n  All that counts to these motherfuckers is if you broke or suceedin'\n  I'm gettin used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin'\n  Stayin focused while feedin', so I don't choke what im eatin'\n  I'm lookin' for towns to put the coke and the weed in\n  To sit with white folks in a meetin', pleasebaleaveit\n  I used to sell tapes up out my truck and slang cain, (boom)\n  Respected on the streets before the fame, (boom)\n  Ain't nothin' lame or game goofy about my game, (boom)\n  Paid my dues, Obeyed the rules\n  Stuck to the script, Made a Click\n  All a my fellows and all a my dawgs\n  Ridin' mustard and mayonaise on vouges\n  Feelin' em up, Sittin' em down\n  Flossin' and Bossin' all over the town\n  Hardest state benzes ya ever heardin ya life man write that down\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n"},{"id":12451441,"name":"Automatic","trackName":"Automatic","artistName":"E-40 Featuring Fabolous","albumName":"The Best of E-40: Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow","duration":282.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Automatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nPortable scales, checkin my mail\nAvoidin' the law, Stayin' out of jail\nPossesion of sales, Pocket all sales\nConspiracy charges, Hate betrayals\nCause I don't write nothin down I keep it all in my head, Intellegent\nAbout my business, Memory like an elephant\nChasin' the dream, Suit up for cream\nSpecial weapons and tactics team\nAR-15\nAnd infared beams, Pointed at domes, backs, and spleens\nFire hydrons, Ambulance sirens,\nSpittin\n' licence, Police indicements\nRightiously what it all boils down to is basically who's the wisest\nUghhh, My heart made of granite\nSlow down my spit so you squares can understand it\nI didn't come in here empty handed\nI came in here on business and yall gone retrospecit dammit\nBeen out the game, Did that mane\nValejeo I claim, Made the name\nFeel my pain, Ghetto fame\nMagazine Street hustla mane\nMessin' around in the fast lane\nChevy, Cougars and Mustangs\nNovas, Granadas, and Falcons\nProject livin' and Public housin'\n(Kokane & Fabolous & E-40)\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind\n(I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind, Ughh)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (Ugh)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nBustas hate me cause I f'ed they breezies\nPlayboy, These techs spray easy\nLike you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy\nI get money on the grind\nSo if you ya mind on my money, I put some money on ya mind\nYa honey gone be mine\nCause ya diamond forecast is partly cloudly\nThe kids look sunny on the shine\nI'm gettin' ticked off again\nYa'll must like ridin' in long black caddy's that they stick coffins in\nBlowin' sticky, That come in the jars that they stick coffee in\nI got chicks offerin'\nBut I play hard to get, Unless they suck me 'til my dick soft again\nYou lookin' at the way the coast to coast g do it\nFrom the Brooklyn to the Bay\nBring the hook in by the way\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nIt don't matter if you lokin' or bleedin'\nWheather its backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in\nYou slow pokin' or speedin'\nAll that counts to these motherfuckers is if you broke or suceedin'\nI'm gettin used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin'\nStayin focused while feedin', so I don't choke what im eatin'\nI'm lookin' for towns to put the coke and the weed in\nTo sit with white folks in a meetin', pleasebaleaveit\nI used to sell tapes up out my truck and slang cain, (boom)\nRespected on the streets before the fame, (boom)\nAin't nothin' lame or game goofy about my game, (boom)\nPaid my dues, Obeyed the rules\nStuck to the script, Made a Click\nAll a my fellows and all a my dawgs\nRidin' mustard and mayonaise on vouges\nFeelin' em up, Sittin' em down\nFlossin' and Bossin' all over the town\nHardest state benzes ya ever heardin ya life man write that down\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Automatic\n  artist: E-40 Featuring Fabolous\n  album: 'The Best of E-40: Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow'\n  duration_ms: 282000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  Portable scales, checkin my mail\n  Avoidin' the law, Stayin' out of jail\n  Possesion of sales, Pocket all sales\n  Conspiracy charges, Hate betrayals\n  Cause I don't write nothin down I keep it all in my head, Intellegent\n  About my business, Memory like an elephant\n  Chasin' the dream, Suit up for cream\n  Special weapons and tactics team\n  AR-15\n  And infared beams, Pointed at domes, backs, and spleens\n  Fire hydrons, Ambulance sirens,\n  Spittin\n  ' licence, Police indicements\n  Rightiously what it all boils down to is basically who's the wisest\n  Ughhh, My heart made of granite\n  Slow down my spit so you squares can understand it\n  I didn't come in here empty handed\n  I came in here on business and yall gone retrospecit dammit\n  Been out the game, Did that mane\n  Valejeo I claim, Made the name\n  Feel my pain, Ghetto fame\n  Magazine Street hustla mane\n  Messin' around in the fast lane\n  Chevy, Cougars and Mustangs\n  Novas, Granadas, and Falcons\n  Project livin' and Public housin'\n  (Kokane & Fabolous & E-40)\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind\n  (I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind, Ughh)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (Ugh)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  Bustas hate me cause I f'ed they breezies\n  Playboy, These techs spray easy\n  Like you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy\n  I get money on the grind\n  So if you ya mind on my money, I put some money on ya mind\n  Ya honey gone be mine\n  Cause ya diamond forecast is partly cloudly\n  The kids look sunny on the shine\n  I'm gettin' ticked off again\n  Ya'll must like ridin' in long black caddy's that they stick coffins in\n  Blowin' sticky, That come in the jars that they stick coffee in\n  I got chicks offerin'\n  But I play hard to get, Unless they suck me 'til my dick soft again\n  You lookin' at the way the coast to coast g do it\n  From the Brooklyn to the Bay\n  Bring the hook in by the way\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  It don't matter if you lokin' or bleedin'\n  Wheather its backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in\n  You slow pokin' or speedin'\n  All that counts to these motherfuckers is if you broke or suceedin'\n  I'm gettin used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin'\n  Stayin focused while feedin', so I don't choke what im eatin'\n  I'm lookin' for towns to put the coke and the weed in\n  To sit with white folks in a meetin', pleasebaleaveit\n  I used to sell tapes up out my truck and slang cain, (boom)\n  Respected on the streets before the fame, (boom)\n  Ain't nothin' lame or game goofy about my game, (boom)\n  Paid my dues, Obeyed the rules\n  Stuck to the script, Made a Click\n  All a my fellows and all a my dawgs\n  Ridin' mustard and mayonaise on vouges\n  Feelin' em up, Sittin' em down\n  Flossin' and Bossin' all over the town\n  Hardest state benzes ya ever heardin ya life man write that down\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n"},{"id":4195694,"name":"Automatic","trackName":"Automatic","artistName":"E 40","albumName":"The Ballatician - Grit & Grind","duration":283.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Automatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nPortable scales, checkin my mail\nAvoidin' the law, Stayin' out of jail\nPossesion of sales, Pocket all sales\nConspiracy charges, Hate betrayals\nCause I don't write nothin down I keep it all in my head, Intellegent\nAbout my business, Memory like an elephant\nChasin' the dream, Suit up for cream\nSpecial weapons and tactics team\nAR-15\nAnd infared beams, Pointed at domes, backs, and spleens\nFire hydrons, Ambulance sirens,\nSpittin\n' Licence, Police indicements\nRightiously what it all boils down to is basically who's the wisest\nUghhh, My heart made of granite\nSlow down my spit so you squares can understand it\nI didn't come in here empty handed\nI came in here on business and yall gone retrospecit dammit\nBeen out the game, Did that mane\nValejeo I claim, Made the name\nFeel my pain, Ghetto fame\nMagazine Street hustla mane\nMessin' around in the fast lane\nChevy, Cougars and Mustangs\nNovas, Granadas, and Falcons\nProject livin' and Public housin'\n(Kokane & Fabolous & E-40)\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind\n(I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind, Ughh)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (Ugh)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nBustas hate me cause I f'ed they breezies\nPlayboy, These techs spray easy\nLike you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy\nI get money on the grind\nSo if you ya mind on my money, I put some money on ya mind\nYa honey gone be mine\nCause ya diamond forecast is partly cloudly\nThe kids look sunny on the shine\nI'm gettin' ticked off again\nYa'll must like ridin' in long black caddy's that they stick coffins in\nBlowin' sticky, That come in the jars that they stick coffee in\nI got chicks offerin'\nBut I play hard to get, Unless they suck me 'til my dick soft again\nYou lookin' at the way the coast to coast g do it\nFrom the Brooklyn to the Bay\nBring the hook in by the way\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nIt don't matter if you lokin' or bleedin'\nWheather its backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in\nYou slow pokin' or speedin'\nAll that counts to these motherfuckers is if you broke or suceedin'\nI'm gettin used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin'\nStayin focused while feedin', so I don't choke what im eatin'\nI'm lookin' for towns to put the coke and the weed in\nTo sit with white folks in a meetin', pleasebaleaveit\nI used to sell tapes up out my truck and slang cain, (boom)\nRespected on the streets before the fame, (boom)\nAin't nothin' lame or game goofy about my game, (boom)\nPaid my dues, Obeyed the rules\nStuck to the script, Made a Click\nAll a my fellows and all a my dawgs\nRidin' mustard and mayonaise on vouges\nFeelin' em up, Sittin' em down\nFlossin' and Bossin' all over the town\nHardest state benzes ya ever heardin ya life man write that down\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Automatic\n  artist: E 40\n  album: The Ballatician - Grit & Grind\n  duration_ms: 283000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  Portable scales, checkin my mail\n  Avoidin' the law, Stayin' out of jail\n  Possesion of sales, Pocket all sales\n  Conspiracy charges, Hate betrayals\n  Cause I don't write nothin down I keep it all in my head, Intellegent\n  About my business, Memory like an elephant\n  Chasin' the dream, Suit up for cream\n  Special weapons and tactics team\n  AR-15\n  And infared beams, Pointed at domes, backs, and spleens\n  Fire hydrons, Ambulance sirens,\n  Spittin\n  ' Licence, Police indicements\n  Rightiously what it all boils down to is basically who's the wisest\n  Ughhh, My heart made of granite\n  Slow down my spit so you squares can understand it\n  I didn't come in here empty handed\n  I came in here on business and yall gone retrospecit dammit\n  Been out the game, Did that mane\n  Valejeo I claim, Made the name\n  Feel my pain, Ghetto fame\n  Magazine Street hustla mane\n  Messin' around in the fast lane\n  Chevy, Cougars and Mustangs\n  Novas, Granadas, and Falcons\n  Project livin' and Public housin'\n  (Kokane & Fabolous & E-40)\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind\n  (I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind, Ughh)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (Ugh)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  Bustas hate me cause I f'ed they breezies\n  Playboy, These techs spray easy\n  Like you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy\n  I get money on the grind\n  So if you ya mind on my money, I put some money on ya mind\n  Ya honey gone be mine\n  Cause ya diamond forecast is partly cloudly\n  The kids look sunny on the shine\n  I'm gettin' ticked off again\n  Ya'll must like ridin' in long black caddy's that they stick coffins in\n  Blowin' sticky, That come in the jars that they stick coffee in\n  I got chicks offerin'\n  But I play hard to get, Unless they suck me 'til my dick soft again\n  You lookin' at the way the coast to coast g do it\n  From the Brooklyn to the Bay\n  Bring the hook in by the way\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  It don't matter if you lokin' or bleedin'\n  Wheather its backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in\n  You slow pokin' or speedin'\n  All that counts to these motherfuckers is if you broke or suceedin'\n  I'm gettin used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin'\n  Stayin focused while feedin', so I don't choke what im eatin'\n  I'm lookin' for towns to put the coke and the weed in\n  To sit with white folks in a meetin', pleasebaleaveit\n  I used to sell tapes up out my truck and slang cain, (boom)\n  Respected on the streets before the fame, (boom)\n  Ain't nothin' lame or game goofy about my game, (boom)\n  Paid my dues, Obeyed the rules\n  Stuck to the script, Made a Click\n  All a my fellows and all a my dawgs\n  Ridin' mustard and mayonaise on vouges\n  Feelin' em up, Sittin' em down\n  Flossin' and Bossin' all over the town\n  Hardest state benzes ya ever heardin ya life man write that down\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n"},{"id":30242243,"name":"Automatic","trackName":"Automatic","artistName":"E‐40","albumName":"Vinyl Combat II: Attack of the Clones","duration":148.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Automatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nPortable scales, checkin my mail\nAvoidin' the law, Stayin' out of jail\nPossesion of sales, Pocket all sales\nConspiracy charges, Hate betrayals\nCause I don't write nothin down I keep it all in my head, Intellegent\nAbout my business, Memory like an elephant\nChasin' the dream, Suit up for cream\nSpecial weapons and tactics team\nAR-15\nAnd infared beams, Pointed at domes, backs, and spleens\nFire hydrons, Ambulance sirens,\nSpittin\n' Licence, Police indicements\nRightiously what it all boils down to is basically who's the wisest\nUghhh, My heart made of granite\nSlow down my spit so you squares can understand it\nI didn't come in here empty handed\nI came in here on business and yall gone retrospecit dammit\nBeen out the game, Did that mane\nValejeo I claim, Made the name\nFeel my pain, Ghetto fame\nMagazine Street hustla mane\nMessin' around in the fast lane\nChevy, Cougars and Mustangs\nNovas, Granadas, and Falcons\nProject livin' and Public housin'\n(Kokane & Fabolous & E-40)\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind\n(I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind, Ughh)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (Ugh)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nBustas hate me cause I f'ed they breezies\nPlayboy, These techs spray easy\nLike you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy\nI get money on the grind\nSo if you ya mind on my money, I put some money on ya mind\nYa honey gone be mine\nCause ya diamond forecast is partly cloudly\nThe kids look sunny on the shine\nI'm gettin' ticked off again\nYa'll must like ridin' in long black caddy's that they stick coffins in\nBlowin' sticky, That come in the jars that they stick coffee in\nI got chicks offerin'\nBut I play hard to get, Unless they suck me 'til my dick soft again\nYou lookin' at the way the coast to coast g do it\nFrom the Brooklyn to the Bay\nBring the hook in by the way\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nIt don't matter if you lokin' or bleedin'\nWheather its backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in\nYou slow pokin' or speedin'\nAll that counts to these motherfuckers is if you broke or suceedin'\nI'm gettin used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin'\nStayin focused while feedin', so I don't choke what im eatin'\nI'm lookin' for towns to put the coke and the weed in\nTo sit with white folks in a meetin', pleasebaleaveit\nI used to sell tapes up out my truck and slang cain, (boom)\nRespected on the streets before the fame, (boom)\nAin't nothin' lame or game goofy about my game, (boom)\nPaid my dues, Obeyed the rules\nStuck to the script, Made a Click\nAll a my fellows and all a my dawgs\nRidin' mustard and mayonaise on vouges\nFeelin' em up, Sittin' em down\nFlossin' and Bossin' all over the town\nHardest state benzes ya ever heardin ya life man write that down\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Automatic\n  artist: E‐40\n  album: 'Vinyl Combat II: Attack of the Clones'\n  duration_ms: 148000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  Portable scales, checkin my mail\n  Avoidin' the law, Stayin' out of jail\n  Possesion of sales, Pocket all sales\n  Conspiracy charges, Hate betrayals\n  Cause I don't write nothin down I keep it all in my head, Intellegent\n  About my business, Memory like an elephant\n  Chasin' the dream, Suit up for cream\n  Special weapons and tactics team\n  AR-15\n  And infared beams, Pointed at domes, backs, and spleens\n  Fire hydrons, Ambulance sirens,\n  Spittin\n  ' Licence, Police indicements\n  Rightiously what it all boils down to is basically who's the wisest\n  Ughhh, My heart made of granite\n  Slow down my spit so you squares can understand it\n  I didn't come in here empty handed\n  I came in here on business and yall gone retrospecit dammit\n  Been out the game, Did that mane\n  Valejeo I claim, Made the name\n  Feel my pain, Ghetto fame\n  Magazine Street hustla mane\n  Messin' around in the fast lane\n  Chevy, Cougars and Mustangs\n  Novas, Granadas, and Falcons\n  Project livin' and Public housin'\n  (Kokane & Fabolous & E-40)\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind\n  (I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind, Ughh)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (Ugh)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  Bustas hate me cause I f'ed they breezies\n  Playboy, These techs spray easy\n  Like you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy\n  I get money on the grind\n  So if you ya mind on my money, I put some money on ya mind\n  Ya honey gone be mine\n  Cause ya diamond forecast is partly cloudly\n  The kids look sunny on the shine\n  I'm gettin' ticked off again\n  Ya'll must like ridin' in long black caddy's that they stick coffins in\n  Blowin' sticky, That come in the jars that they stick coffee in\n  I got chicks offerin'\n  But I play hard to get, Unless they suck me 'til my dick soft again\n  You lookin' at the way the coast to coast g do it\n  From the Brooklyn to the Bay\n  Bring the hook in by the way\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  It don't matter if you lokin' or bleedin'\n  Wheather its backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in\n  You slow pokin' or speedin'\n  All that counts to these motherfuckers is if you broke or suceedin'\n  I'm gettin used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin'\n  Stayin focused while feedin', so I don't choke what im eatin'\n  I'm lookin' for towns to put the coke and the weed in\n  To sit with white folks in a meetin', pleasebaleaveit\n  I used to sell tapes up out my truck and slang cain, (boom)\n  Respected on the streets before the fame, (boom)\n  Ain't nothin' lame or game goofy about my game, (boom)\n  Paid my dues, Obeyed the rules\n  Stuck to the script, Made a Click\n  All a my fellows and all a my dawgs\n  Ridin' mustard and mayonaise on vouges\n  Feelin' em up, Sittin' em down\n  Flossin' and Bossin' all over the town\n  Hardest state benzes ya ever heardin ya life man write that down\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n"},{"id":10714497,"name":"Automatic","trackName":"Automatic","artistName":"E‐40","albumName":"The Ballatician - Grit & Grind","duration":283.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Automatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nPortable scales, checkin my mail\nAvoidin' the law, Stayin' out of jail\nPossesion of sales, Pocket all sales\nConspiracy charges, Hate betrayals\nCause I don't write nothin down I keep it all in my head, Intellegent\nAbout my business, Memory like an elephant\nChasin' the dream, Suit up for cream\nSpecial weapons and tactics team\nAR-15\nAnd infared beams, Pointed at domes, backs, and spleens\nFire hydrons, Ambulance sirens,\nSpittin\n' licence, Police indicements\nRightiously what it all boils down to is basically who's the wisest\nUghhh, My heart made of granite\nSlow down my spit so you squares can understand it\nI didn't come in here empty handed\nI came in here on business and yall gone retrospecit dammit\nBeen out the game, Did that mane\nValejeo I claim, Made the name\nFeel my pain, Ghetto fame\nMagazine Street hustla mane\nMessin' around in the fast lane\nChevy, Cougars and Mustangs\nNovas, Granadas, and Falcons\nProject livin' and Public housin'\n(Kokane & Fabolous & E-40)\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind\n(I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind, Ughh)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (Ugh)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nBustas hate me cause I f'ed they breezies\nPlayboy, These techs spray easy\nLike you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy\nI get money on the grind\nSo if you ya mind on my money, I put some money on ya mind\nYa honey gone be mine\nCause ya diamond forecast is partly cloudly\nThe kids look sunny on the shine\nI'm gettin' ticked off again\nYa'll must like ridin' in long black caddy's that they stick coffins in\nBlowin' sticky, That come in the jars that they stick coffee in\nI got chicks offerin'\nBut I play hard to get, Unless they suck me 'til my dick soft again\nYou lookin' at the way the coast to coast g do it\nFrom the Brooklyn to the Bay\nBring the hook in by the way\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nIt don't matter if you lokin' or bleedin'\nWheather its backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in\nYou slow pokin' or speedin'\nAll that counts to these motherfuckers is if you broke or suceedin'\nI'm gettin used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin'\nStayin focused while feedin', so I don't choke what im eatin'\nI'm lookin' for towns to put the coke and the weed in\nTo sit with white folks in a meetin', pleasebaleaveit\nI used to sell tapes up out my truck and slang cain, (boom)\nRespected on the streets before the fame, (boom)\nAin't nothin' lame or game goofy about my game, (boom)\nPaid my dues, Obeyed the rules\nStuck to the script, Made a Click\nAll a my fellows and all a my dawgs\nRidin' mustard and mayonaise on vouges\nFeelin' em up, Sittin' em down\nFlossin' and Bossin' all over the town\nHardest state benzes ya ever heardin ya life man write that down\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Automatic\n  artist: E‐40\n  album: The Ballatician - Grit & Grind\n  duration_ms: 283000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  Portable scales, checkin my mail\n  Avoidin' the law, Stayin' out of jail\n  Possesion of sales, Pocket all sales\n  Conspiracy charges, Hate betrayals\n  Cause I don't write nothin down I keep it all in my head, Intellegent\n  About my business, Memory like an elephant\n  Chasin' the dream, Suit up for cream\n  Special weapons and tactics team\n  AR-15\n  And infared beams, Pointed at domes, backs, and spleens\n  Fire hydrons, Ambulance sirens,\n  Spittin\n  ' licence, Police indicements\n  Rightiously what it all boils down to is basically who's the wisest\n  Ughhh, My heart made of granite\n  Slow down my spit so you squares can understand it\n  I didn't come in here empty handed\n  I came in here on business and yall gone retrospecit dammit\n  Been out the game, Did that mane\n  Valejeo I claim, Made the name\n  Feel my pain, Ghetto fame\n  Magazine Street hustla mane\n  Messin' around in the fast lane\n  Chevy, Cougars and Mustangs\n  Novas, Granadas, and Falcons\n  Project livin' and Public housin'\n  (Kokane & Fabolous & E-40)\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind\n  (I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind, Ughh)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (Ugh)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  Bustas hate me cause I f'ed they breezies\n  Playboy, These techs spray easy\n  Like you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy\n  I get money on the grind\n  So if you ya mind on my money, I put some money on ya mind\n  Ya honey gone be mine\n  Cause ya diamond forecast is partly cloudly\n  The kids look sunny on the shine\n  I'm gettin' ticked off again\n  Ya'll must like ridin' in long black caddy's that they stick coffins in\n  Blowin' sticky, That come in the jars that they stick coffee in\n  I got chicks offerin'\n  But I play hard to get, Unless they suck me 'til my dick soft again\n  You lookin' at the way the coast to coast g do it\n  From the Brooklyn to the Bay\n  Bring the hook in by the way\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  It don't matter if you lokin' or bleedin'\n  Wheather its backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in\n  You slow pokin' or speedin'\n  All that counts to these motherfuckers is if you broke or suceedin'\n  I'm gettin used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin'\n  Stayin focused while feedin', so I don't choke what im eatin'\n  I'm lookin' for towns to put the coke and the weed in\n  To sit with white folks in a meetin', pleasebaleaveit\n  I used to sell tapes up out my truck and slang cain, (boom)\n  Respected on the streets before the fame, (boom)\n  Ain't nothin' lame or game goofy about my game, (boom)\n  Paid my dues, Obeyed the rules\n  Stuck to the script, Made a Click\n  All a my fellows and all a my dawgs\n  Ridin' mustard and mayonaise on vouges\n  Feelin' em up, Sittin' em down\n  Flossin' and Bossin' all over the town\n  Hardest state benzes ya ever heardin ya life man write that down\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n"},{"id":13146287,"name":"Automatic","trackName":"Automatic","artistName":"E‐40","albumName":"Grit & Grind","duration":282.644898,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Automatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nPortable scales, checkin my mail\nAvoidin' the law, Stayin' out of jail\nPossesion of sales, Pocket all sales\nConspiracy charges, Hate betrayals\nCause I don't write nothin down I keep it all in my head, Intellegent\nAbout my business, Memory like an elephant\nChasin' the dream, Suit up for cream\nSpecial weapons and tactics team\nAR-15\nAnd infared beams, Pointed at domes, backs, and spleens\nFire hydrons, Ambulance sirens,\nSpittin\n' licence, Police indicements\nRightiously what it all boils down to is basically who's the wisest\nUghhh, My heart made of granite\nSlow down my spit so you squares can understand it\nI didn't come in here empty handed\nI came in here on business and yall gone retrospecit dammit\nBeen out the game, Did that mane\nValejeo I claim, Made the name\nFeel my pain, Ghetto fame\nMagazine Street hustla mane\nMessin' around in the fast lane\nChevy, Cougars and Mustangs\nNovas, Granadas, and Falcons\nProject livin' and Public housin'\n(Kokane & Fabolous & E-40)\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind\n(I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind, Ughh)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (Ugh)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nBustas hate me cause I f'ed they breezies\nPlayboy, These techs spray easy\nLike you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy\nI get money on the grind\nSo if you ya mind on my money, I put some money on ya mind\nYa honey gone be mine\nCause ya diamond forecast is partly cloudly\nThe kids look sunny on the shine\nI'm gettin' ticked off again\nYa'll must like ridin' in long black caddy's that they stick coffins in\nBlowin' sticky, That come in the jars that they stick coffee in\nI got chicks offerin'\nBut I play hard to get, Unless they suck me 'til my dick soft again\nYou lookin' at the way the coast to coast g do it\nFrom the Brooklyn to the Bay\nBring the hook in by the way\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nIt don't matter if you lokin' or bleedin'\nWheather its backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in\nYou slow pokin' or speedin'\nAll that counts to these motherfuckers is if you broke or suceedin'\nI'm gettin used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin'\nStayin focused while feedin', so I don't choke what im eatin'\nI'm lookin' for towns to put the coke and the weed in\nTo sit with white folks in a meetin', pleasebaleaveit\nI used to sell tapes up out my truck and slang cain, (boom)\nRespected on the streets before the fame, (boom)\nAin't nothin' lame or game goofy about my game, (boom)\nPaid my dues, Obeyed the rules\nStuck to the script, Made a Click\nAll a my fellows and all a my dawgs\nRidin' mustard and mayonaise on vouges\nFeelin' em up, Sittin' em down\nFlossin' and Bossin' all over the town\nHardest state benzes ya ever heardin ya life man write that down\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Automatic\n  artist: E‐40\n  album: Grit & Grind\n  duration_ms: 282645\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  Portable scales, checkin my mail\n  Avoidin' the law, Stayin' out of jail\n  Possesion of sales, Pocket all sales\n  Conspiracy charges, Hate betrayals\n  Cause I don't write nothin down I keep it all in my head, Intellegent\n  About my business, Memory like an elephant\n  Chasin' the dream, Suit up for cream\n  Special weapons and tactics team\n  AR-15\n  And infared beams, Pointed at domes, backs, and spleens\n  Fire hydrons, Ambulance sirens,\n  Spittin\n  ' licence, Police indicements\n  Rightiously what it all boils down to is basically who's the wisest\n  Ughhh, My heart made of granite\n  Slow down my spit so you squares can understand it\n  I didn't come in here empty handed\n  I came in here on business and yall gone retrospecit dammit\n  Been out the game, Did that mane\n  Valejeo I claim, Made the name\n  Feel my pain, Ghetto fame\n  Magazine Street hustla mane\n  Messin' around in the fast lane\n  Chevy, Cougars and Mustangs\n  Novas, Granadas, and Falcons\n  Project livin' and Public housin'\n  (Kokane & Fabolous & E-40)\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind\n  (I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind, Ughh)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (Ugh)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  Bustas hate me cause I f'ed they breezies\n  Playboy, These techs spray easy\n  Like you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy\n  I get money on the grind\n  So if you ya mind on my money, I put some money on ya mind\n  Ya honey gone be mine\n  Cause ya diamond forecast is partly cloudly\n  The kids look sunny on the shine\n  I'm gettin' ticked off again\n  Ya'll must like ridin' in long black caddy's that they stick coffins in\n  Blowin' sticky, That come in the jars that they stick coffee in\n  I got chicks offerin'\n  But I play hard to get, Unless they suck me 'til my dick soft again\n  You lookin' at the way the coast to coast g do it\n  From the Brooklyn to the Bay\n  Bring the hook in by the way\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  It don't matter if you lokin' or bleedin'\n  Wheather its backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in\n  You slow pokin' or speedin'\n  All that counts to these motherfuckers is if you broke or suceedin'\n  I'm gettin used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin'\n  Stayin focused while feedin', so I don't choke what im eatin'\n  I'm lookin' for towns to put the coke and the weed in\n  To sit with white folks in a meetin', pleasebaleaveit\n  I used to sell tapes up out my truck and slang cain, (boom)\n  Respected on the streets before the fame, (boom)\n  Ain't nothin' lame or game goofy about my game, (boom)\n  Paid my dues, Obeyed the rules\n  Stuck to the script, Made a Click\n  All a my fellows and all a my dawgs\n  Ridin' mustard and mayonaise on vouges\n  Feelin' em up, Sittin' em down\n  Flossin' and Bossin' all over the town\n  Hardest state benzes ya ever heardin ya life man write that down\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n"},{"id":12597726,"name":"automatic","trackName":"automatic","artistName":"e-40","albumName":"Ballatician - Grit And Grind","duration":282.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Automatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nPortable scales, checkin my mail\nAvoidin' the law, Stayin' out of jail\nPossesion of sales, Pocket all sales\nConspiracy charges, Hate betrayals\nCause I don't write nothin down I keep it all in my head, Intellegent\nAbout my business, Memory like an elephant\nChasin' the dream, Suit up for cream\nSpecial weapons and tactics team\nAR-15\nAnd infared beams, Pointed at domes, backs, and spleens\nFire hydrons, Ambulance sirens,\nSpittin\n' licence, Police indicements\nRightiously what it all boils down to is basically who's the wisest\nUghhh, My heart made of granite\nSlow down my spit so you squares can understand it\nI didn't come in here empty handed\nI came in here on business and yall gone retrospecit dammit\nBeen out the game, Did that mane\nValejeo I claim, Made the name\nFeel my pain, Ghetto fame\nMagazine Street hustla mane\nMessin' around in the fast lane\nChevy, Cougars and Mustangs\nNovas, Granadas, and Falcons\nProject livin' and Public housin'\n(Kokane & Fabolous & E-40)\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind\n(I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind, Ughh)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (Ugh)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nBustas hate me cause I f'ed they breezies\nPlayboy, These techs spray easy\nLike you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy\nI get money on the grind\nSo if you ya mind on my money, I put some money on ya mind\nYa honey gone be mine\nCause ya diamond forecast is partly cloudly\nThe kids look sunny on the shine\nI'm gettin' ticked off again\nYa'll must like ridin' in long black caddy's that they stick coffins in\nBlowin' sticky, That come in the jars that they stick coffee in\nI got chicks offerin'\nBut I play hard to get, Unless they suck me 'til my dick soft again\nYou lookin' at the way the coast to coast g do it\nFrom the Brooklyn to the Bay\nBring the hook in by the way\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nIt don't matter if you lokin' or bleedin'\nWheather its backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in\nYou slow pokin' or speedin'\nAll that counts to these motherfuckers is if you broke or suceedin'\nI'm gettin used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin'\nStayin focused while feedin', so I don't choke what im eatin'\nI'm lookin' for towns to put the coke and the weed in\nTo sit with white folks in a meetin', pleasebaleaveit\nI used to sell tapes up out my truck and slang cain, (boom)\nRespected on the streets before the fame, (boom)\nAin't nothin' lame or game goofy about my game, (boom)\nPaid my dues, Obeyed the rules\nStuck to the script, Made a Click\nAll a my fellows and all a my dawgs\nRidin' mustard and mayonaise on vouges\nFeelin' em up, Sittin' em down\nFlossin' and Bossin' all over the town\nHardest state benzes ya ever heardin ya life man write that down\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: automatic\n  artist: e-40\n  album: Ballatician - Grit And Grind\n  duration_ms: 282000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  Portable scales, checkin my mail\n  Avoidin' the law, Stayin' out of jail\n  Possesion of sales, Pocket all sales\n  Conspiracy charges, Hate betrayals\n  Cause I don't write nothin down I keep it all in my head, Intellegent\n  About my business, Memory like an elephant\n  Chasin' the dream, Suit up for cream\n  Special weapons and tactics team\n  AR-15\n  And infared beams, Pointed at domes, backs, and spleens\n  Fire hydrons, Ambulance sirens,\n  Spittin\n  ' licence, Police indicements\n  Rightiously what it all boils down to is basically who's the wisest\n  Ughhh, My heart made of granite\n  Slow down my spit so you squares can understand it\n  I didn't come in here empty handed\n  I came in here on business and yall gone retrospecit dammit\n  Been out the game, Did that mane\n  Valejeo I claim, Made the name\n  Feel my pain, Ghetto fame\n  Magazine Street hustla mane\n  Messin' around in the fast lane\n  Chevy, Cougars and Mustangs\n  Novas, Granadas, and Falcons\n  Project livin' and Public housin'\n  (Kokane & Fabolous & E-40)\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind\n  (I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind, Ughh)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (Ugh)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  Bustas hate me cause I f'ed they breezies\n  Playboy, These techs spray easy\n  Like you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy\n  I get money on the grind\n  So if you ya mind on my money, I put some money on ya mind\n  Ya honey gone be mine\n  Cause ya diamond forecast is partly cloudly\n  The kids look sunny on the shine\n  I'm gettin' ticked off again\n  Ya'll must like ridin' in long black caddy's that they stick coffins in\n  Blowin' sticky, That come in the jars that they stick coffee in\n  I got chicks offerin'\n  But I play hard to get, Unless they suck me 'til my dick soft again\n  You lookin' at the way the coast to coast g do it\n  From the Brooklyn to the Bay\n  Bring the hook in by the way\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  It don't matter if you lokin' or bleedin'\n  Wheather its backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in\n  You slow pokin' or speedin'\n  All that counts to these motherfuckers is if you broke or suceedin'\n  I'm gettin used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin'\n  Stayin focused while feedin', so I don't choke what im eatin'\n  I'm lookin' for towns to put the coke and the weed in\n  To sit with white folks in a meetin', pleasebaleaveit\n  I used to sell tapes up out my truck and slang cain, (boom)\n  Respected on the streets before the fame, (boom)\n  Ain't nothin' lame or game goofy about my game, (boom)\n  Paid my dues, Obeyed the rules\n  Stuck to the script, Made a Click\n  All a my fellows and all a my dawgs\n  Ridin' mustard and mayonaise on vouges\n  Feelin' em up, Sittin' em down\n  Flossin' and Bossin' all over the town\n  Hardest state benzes ya ever heardin ya life man write that down\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n"},{"id":9395337,"name":"Automatic","trackName":"Automatic","artistName":"E-40","albumName":"Grit & Grind","duration":283.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Automatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nPortable scales, checkin my mail\nAvoidin' the law, Stayin' out of jail\nPossesion of sales, Pocket all sales\nConspiracy charges, Hate betrayals\nCause I don't write nothin down I keep it all in my head, Intellegent\nAbout my business, Memory like an elephant\nChasin' the dream, Suit up for cream\nSpecial weapons and tactics team\nAR-15\nAnd infared beams, Pointed at domes, backs, and spleens\nFire hydrons, Ambulance sirens,\nSpittin\n' licence, Police indicements\nRightiously what it all boils down to is basically who's the wisest\nUghhh, My heart made of granite\nSlow down my spit so you squares can understand it\nI didn't come in here empty handed\nI came in here on business and yall gone retrospecit dammit\nBeen out the game, Did that mane\nValejeo I claim, Made the name\nFeel my pain, Ghetto fame\nMagazine Street hustla mane\nMessin' around in the fast lane\nChevy, Cougars and Mustangs\nNovas, Granadas, and Falcons\nProject livin' and Public housin'\n(Kokane & Fabolous & E-40)\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind\n(I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind, Ughh)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (Ugh)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nBustas hate me cause I f'ed they breezies\nPlayboy, These techs spray easy\nLike you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy\nI get money on the grind\nSo if you ya mind on my money, I put some money on ya mind\nYa honey gone be mine\nCause ya diamond forecast is partly cloudly\nThe kids look sunny on the shine\nI'm gettin' ticked off again\nYa'll must like ridin' in long black caddy's that they stick coffins in\nBlowin' sticky, That come in the jars that they stick coffee in\nI got chicks offerin'\nBut I play hard to get, Unless they suck me 'til my dick soft again\nYou lookin' at the way the coast to coast g do it\nFrom the Brooklyn to the Bay\nBring the hook in by the way\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nIt don't matter if you lokin' or bleedin'\nWheather its backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in\nYou slow pokin' or speedin'\nAll that counts to these motherfuckers is if you broke or suceedin'\nI'm gettin used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin'\nStayin focused while feedin', so I don't choke what im eatin'\nI'm lookin' for towns to put the coke and the weed in\nTo sit with white folks in a meetin', pleasebaleaveit\nI used to sell tapes up out my truck and slang cain, (boom)\nRespected on the streets before the fame, (boom)\nAin't nothin' lame or game goofy about my game, (boom)\nPaid my dues, Obeyed the rules\nStuck to the script, Made a Click\nAll a my fellows and all a my dawgs\nRidin' mustard and mayonaise on vouges\nFeelin' em up, Sittin' em down\nFlossin' and Bossin' all over the town\nHardest state benzes ya ever heardin ya life man write that down\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Automatic\n  artist: E-40\n  album: Grit & Grind\n  duration_ms: 283000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  Portable scales, checkin my mail\n  Avoidin' the law, Stayin' out of jail\n  Possesion of sales, Pocket all sales\n  Conspiracy charges, Hate betrayals\n  Cause I don't write nothin down I keep it all in my head, Intellegent\n  About my business, Memory like an elephant\n  Chasin' the dream, Suit up for cream\n  Special weapons and tactics team\n  AR-15\n  And infared beams, Pointed at domes, backs, and spleens\n  Fire hydrons, Ambulance sirens,\n  Spittin\n  ' licence, Police indicements\n  Rightiously what it all boils down to is basically who's the wisest\n  Ughhh, My heart made of granite\n  Slow down my spit so you squares can understand it\n  I didn't come in here empty handed\n  I came in here on business and yall gone retrospecit dammit\n  Been out the game, Did that mane\n  Valejeo I claim, Made the name\n  Feel my pain, Ghetto fame\n  Magazine Street hustla mane\n  Messin' around in the fast lane\n  Chevy, Cougars and Mustangs\n  Novas, Granadas, and Falcons\n  Project livin' and Public housin'\n  (Kokane & Fabolous & E-40)\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind\n  (I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind, Ughh)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (Ugh)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  Bustas hate me cause I f'ed they breezies\n  Playboy, These techs spray easy\n  Like you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy\n  I get money on the grind\n  So if you ya mind on my money, I put some money on ya mind\n  Ya honey gone be mine\n  Cause ya diamond forecast is partly cloudly\n  The kids look sunny on the shine\n  I'm gettin' ticked off again\n  Ya'll must like ridin' in long black caddy's that they stick coffins in\n  Blowin' sticky, That come in the jars that they stick coffee in\n  I got chicks offerin'\n  But I play hard to get, Unless they suck me 'til my dick soft again\n  You lookin' at the way the coast to coast g do it\n  From the Brooklyn to the Bay\n  Bring the hook in by the way\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  It don't matter if you lokin' or bleedin'\n  Wheather its backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in\n  You slow pokin' or speedin'\n  All that counts to these motherfuckers is if you broke or suceedin'\n  I'm gettin used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin'\n  Stayin focused while feedin', so I don't choke what im eatin'\n  I'm lookin' for towns to put the coke and the weed in\n  To sit with white folks in a meetin', pleasebaleaveit\n  I used to sell tapes up out my truck and slang cain, (boom)\n  Respected on the streets before the fame, (boom)\n  Ain't nothin' lame or game goofy about my game, (boom)\n  Paid my dues, Obeyed the rules\n  Stuck to the script, Made a Click\n  All a my fellows and all a my dawgs\n  Ridin' mustard and mayonaise on vouges\n  Feelin' em up, Sittin' em down\n  Flossin' and Bossin' all over the town\n  Hardest state benzes ya ever heardin ya life man write that down\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n"},{"id":14355030,"name":"03 Automatic","trackName":"03 Automatic","artistName":"E-40","albumName":"The Ballatician - Grit & Grind","duration":282.3236999,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Automatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nPortable scales, checkin my mail\nAvoidin' the law, Stayin' out of jail\nPossesion of sales, Pocket all sales\nConspiracy charges, Hate betrayals\nCause I don't write nothin down I keep it all in my head, Intellegent\nAbout my business, Memory like an elephant\nChasin' the dream, Suit up for cream\nSpecial weapons and tactics team\nAR-15\nAnd infared beams, Pointed at domes, backs, and spleens\nFire hydrons, Ambulance sirens,\nSpittin\n' licence, Police indicements\nRightiously what it all boils down to is basically who's the wisest\nUghhh, My heart made of granite\nSlow down my spit so you squares can understand it\nI didn't come in here empty handed\nI came in here on business and yall gone retrospecit dammit\nBeen out the game, Did that mane\nValejeo I claim, Made the name\nFeel my pain, Ghetto fame\nMagazine Street hustla mane\nMessin' around in the fast lane\nChevy, Cougars and Mustangs\nNovas, Granadas, and Falcons\nProject livin' and Public housin'\n(Kokane & Fabolous & E-40)\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind\n(I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind, Ughh)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (Ugh)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nBustas hate me cause I f'ed they breezies\nPlayboy, These techs spray easy\nLike you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy\nI get money on the grind\nSo if you ya mind on my money, I put some money on ya mind\nYa honey gone be mine\nCause ya diamond forecast is partly cloudly\nThe kids look sunny on the shine\nI'm gettin' ticked off again\nYa'll must like ridin' in long black caddy's that they stick coffins in\nBlowin' sticky, That come in the jars that they stick coffee in\nI got chicks offerin'\nBut I play hard to get, Unless they suck me 'til my dick soft again\nYou lookin' at the way the coast to coast g do it\nFrom the Brooklyn to the Bay\nBring the hook in by the way\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nIt don't matter if you lokin' or bleedin'\nWheather its backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in\nYou slow pokin' or speedin'\nAll that counts to these motherfuckers is if you broke or suceedin'\nI'm gettin used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin'\nStayin focused while feedin', so I don't choke what im eatin'\nI'm lookin' for towns to put the coke and the weed in\nTo sit with white folks in a meetin', pleasebaleaveit\nI used to sell tapes up out my truck and slang cain, (boom)\nRespected on the streets before the fame, (boom)\nAin't nothin' lame or game goofy about my game, (boom)\nPaid my dues, Obeyed the rules\nStuck to the script, Made a Click\nAll a my fellows and all a my dawgs\nRidin' mustard and mayonaise on vouges\nFeelin' em up, Sittin' em down\nFlossin' and Bossin' all over the town\nHardest state benzes ya ever heardin ya life man write that down\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 03 Automatic\n  artist: E-40\n  album: The Ballatician - Grit & Grind\n  duration_ms: 282324\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  Portable scales, checkin my mail\n  Avoidin' the law, Stayin' out of jail\n  Possesion of sales, Pocket all sales\n  Conspiracy charges, Hate betrayals\n  Cause I don't write nothin down I keep it all in my head, Intellegent\n  About my business, Memory like an elephant\n  Chasin' the dream, Suit up for cream\n  Special weapons and tactics team\n  AR-15\n  And infared beams, Pointed at domes, backs, and spleens\n  Fire hydrons, Ambulance sirens,\n  Spittin\n  ' licence, Police indicements\n  Rightiously what it all boils down to is basically who's the wisest\n  Ughhh, My heart made of granite\n  Slow down my spit so you squares can understand it\n  I didn't come in here empty handed\n  I came in here on business and yall gone retrospecit dammit\n  Been out the game, Did that mane\n  Valejeo I claim, Made the name\n  Feel my pain, Ghetto fame\n  Magazine Street hustla mane\n  Messin' around in the fast lane\n  Chevy, Cougars and Mustangs\n  Novas, Granadas, and Falcons\n  Project livin' and Public housin'\n  (Kokane & Fabolous & E-40)\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind\n  (I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind, Ughh)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (Ugh)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  Bustas hate me cause I f'ed they breezies\n  Playboy, These techs spray easy\n  Like you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy\n  I get money on the grind\n  So if you ya mind on my money, I put some money on ya mind\n  Ya honey gone be mine\n  Cause ya diamond forecast is partly cloudly\n  The kids look sunny on the shine\n  I'm gettin' ticked off again\n  Ya'll must like ridin' in long black caddy's that they stick coffins in\n  Blowin' sticky, That come in the jars that they stick coffee in\n  I got chicks offerin'\n  But I play hard to get, Unless they suck me 'til my dick soft again\n  You lookin' at the way the coast to coast g do it\n  From the Brooklyn to the Bay\n  Bring the hook in by the way\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  It don't matter if you lokin' or bleedin'\n  Wheather its backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in\n  You slow pokin' or speedin'\n  All that counts to these motherfuckers is if you broke or suceedin'\n  I'm gettin used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin'\n  Stayin focused while feedin', so I don't choke what im eatin'\n  I'm lookin' for towns to put the coke and the weed in\n  To sit with white folks in a meetin', pleasebaleaveit\n  I used to sell tapes up out my truck and slang cain, (boom)\n  Respected on the streets before the fame, (boom)\n  Ain't nothin' lame or game goofy about my game, (boom)\n  Paid my dues, Obeyed the rules\n  Stuck to the script, Made a Click\n  All a my fellows and all a my dawgs\n  Ridin' mustard and mayonaise on vouges\n  Feelin' em up, Sittin' em down\n  Flossin' and Bossin' all over the town\n  Hardest state benzes ya ever heardin ya life man write that down\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n"},{"id":29500373,"name":"Automatic","trackName":"Automatic","artistName":"E-40 & Fabolous","albumName":"Vinyl Combat II: Attack of the Clones","duration":148.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Automatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nPortable scales, checkin my mail\nAvoidin' the law, Stayin' out of jail\nPossesion of sales, Pocket all sales\nConspiracy charges, Hate betrayals\nCause I don't write nothin down I keep it all in my head, Intellegent\nAbout my business, Memory like an elephant\nChasin' the dream, Suit up for cream\nSpecial weapons and tactics team\nAR-15\nAnd infared beams, Pointed at domes, backs, and spleens\nFire hydrons, Ambulance sirens,\nSpittin\n' licence, Police indicements\nRightiously what it all boils down to is basically who's the wisest\nUghhh, My heart made of granite\nSlow down my spit so you squares can understand it\nI didn't come in here empty handed\nI came in here on business and yall gone retrospecit dammit\nBeen out the game, Did that mane\nValejeo I claim, Made the name\nFeel my pain, Ghetto fame\nMagazine Street hustla mane\nMessin' around in the fast lane\nChevy, Cougars and Mustangs\nNovas, Granadas, and Falcons\nProject livin' and Public housin'\n(Kokane & Fabolous & E-40)\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind\n(I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind, Ughh)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (Ugh)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nBustas hate me cause I f'ed they breezies\nPlayboy, These techs spray easy\nLike you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy\nI get money on the grind\nSo if you ya mind on my money, I put some money on ya mind\nYa honey gone be mine\nCause ya diamond forecast is partly cloudly\nThe kids look sunny on the shine\nI'm gettin' ticked off again\nYa'll must like ridin' in long black caddy's that they stick coffins in\nBlowin' sticky, That come in the jars that they stick coffee in\nI got chicks offerin'\nBut I play hard to get, Unless they suck me 'til my dick soft again\nYou lookin' at the way the coast to coast g do it\nFrom the Brooklyn to the Bay\nBring the hook in by the way\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nIt don't matter if you lokin' or bleedin'\nWheather its backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in\nYou slow pokin' or speedin'\nAll that counts to these motherfuckers is if you broke or suceedin'\nI'm gettin used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin'\nStayin focused while feedin', so I don't choke what im eatin'\nI'm lookin' for towns to put the coke and the weed in\nTo sit with white folks in a meetin', pleasebaleaveit\nI used to sell tapes up out my truck and slang cain, (boom)\nRespected on the streets before the fame, (boom)\nAin't nothin' lame or game goofy about my game, (boom)\nPaid my dues, Obeyed the rules\nStuck to the script, Made a Click\nAll a my fellows and all a my dawgs\nRidin' mustard and mayonaise on vouges\nFeelin' em up, Sittin' em down\nFlossin' and Bossin' all over the town\nHardest state benzes ya ever heardin ya life man write that down\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Automatic\n  artist: E-40 & Fabolous\n  album: 'Vinyl Combat II: Attack of the Clones'\n  duration_ms: 148000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  Portable scales, checkin my mail\n  Avoidin' the law, Stayin' out of jail\n  Possesion of sales, Pocket all sales\n  Conspiracy charges, Hate betrayals\n  Cause I don't write nothin down I keep it all in my head, Intellegent\n  About my business, Memory like an elephant\n  Chasin' the dream, Suit up for cream\n  Special weapons and tactics team\n  AR-15\n  And infared beams, Pointed at domes, backs, and spleens\n  Fire hydrons, Ambulance sirens,\n  Spittin\n  ' licence, Police indicements\n  Rightiously what it all boils down to is basically who's the wisest\n  Ughhh, My heart made of granite\n  Slow down my spit so you squares can understand it\n  I didn't come in here empty handed\n  I came in here on business and yall gone retrospecit dammit\n  Been out the game, Did that mane\n  Valejeo I claim, Made the name\n  Feel my pain, Ghetto fame\n  Magazine Street hustla mane\n  Messin' around in the fast lane\n  Chevy, Cougars and Mustangs\n  Novas, Granadas, and Falcons\n  Project livin' and Public housin'\n  (Kokane & Fabolous & E-40)\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind\n  (I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind, Ughh)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (Ugh)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  Bustas hate me cause I f'ed they breezies\n  Playboy, These techs spray easy\n  Like you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy\n  I get money on the grind\n  So if you ya mind on my money, I put some money on ya mind\n  Ya honey gone be mine\n  Cause ya diamond forecast is partly cloudly\n  The kids look sunny on the shine\n  I'm gettin' ticked off again\n  Ya'll must like ridin' in long black caddy's that they stick coffins in\n  Blowin' sticky, That come in the jars that they stick coffee in\n  I got chicks offerin'\n  But I play hard to get, Unless they suck me 'til my dick soft again\n  You lookin' at the way the coast to coast g do it\n  From the Brooklyn to the Bay\n  Bring the hook in by the way\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  It don't matter if you lokin' or bleedin'\n  Wheather its backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in\n  You slow pokin' or speedin'\n  All that counts to these motherfuckers is if you broke or suceedin'\n  I'm gettin used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin'\n  Stayin focused while feedin', so I don't choke what im eatin'\n  I'm lookin' for towns to put the coke and the weed in\n  To sit with white folks in a meetin', pleasebaleaveit\n  I used to sell tapes up out my truck and slang cain, (boom)\n  Respected on the streets before the fame, (boom)\n  Ain't nothin' lame or game goofy about my game, (boom)\n  Paid my dues, Obeyed the rules\n  Stuck to the script, Made a Click\n  All a my fellows and all a my dawgs\n  Ridin' mustard and mayonaise on vouges\n  Feelin' em up, Sittin' em down\n  Flossin' and Bossin' all over the town\n  Hardest state benzes ya ever heardin ya life man write that down\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n"},{"id":31636967,"name":"Automatic","trackName":"Automatic","artistName":"E-40, Fabolous","albumName":"INSTRUMENTALS","duration":125.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Automatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nPortable scales, checkin my mail\nAvoidin' the law, Stayin' out of jail\nPossesion of sales, Pocket all sales\nConspiracy charges, Hate betrayals\nCause I don't write nothin down I keep it all in my head, Intellegent\nAbout my business, Memory like an elephant\nChasin' the dream, Suit up for cream\nSpecial weapons and tactics team\nAR-15\nAnd infared beams, Pointed at domes, backs, and spleens\nFire hydrons, Ambulance sirens,\nSpittin\n' licence, Police indicements\nRightiously what it all boils down to is basically who's the wisest\nUghhh, My heart made of granite\nSlow down my spit so you squares can understand it\nI didn't come in here empty handed\nI came in here on business and yall gone retrospecit dammit\nBeen out the game, Did that mane\nValejeo I claim, Made the name\nFeel my pain, Ghetto fame\nMagazine Street hustla mane\nMessin' around in the fast lane\nChevy, Cougars and Mustangs\nNovas, Granadas, and Falcons\nProject livin' and Public housin'\n(Kokane & Fabolous & E-40)\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind\n(I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind, Ughh)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (Ugh)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nBustas hate me cause I f'ed they breezies\nPlayboy, These techs spray easy\nLike you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy\nI get money on the grind\nSo if you ya mind on my money, I put some money on ya mind\nYa honey gone be mine\nCause ya diamond forecast is partly cloudly\nThe kids look sunny on the shine\nI'm gettin' ticked off again\nYa'll must like ridin' in long black caddy's that they stick coffins in\nBlowin' sticky, That come in the jars that they stick coffee in\nI got chicks offerin'\nBut I play hard to get, Unless they suck me 'til my dick soft again\nYou lookin' at the way the coast to coast g do it\nFrom the Brooklyn to the Bay\nBring the hook in by the way\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nIt don't matter if you lokin' or bleedin'\nWheather its backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in\nYou slow pokin' or speedin'\nAll that counts to these motherfuckers is if you broke or suceedin'\nI'm gettin used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin'\nStayin focused while feedin', so I don't choke what im eatin'\nI'm lookin' for towns to put the coke and the weed in\nTo sit with white folks in a meetin', pleasebaleaveit\nI used to sell tapes up out my truck and slang cain, (boom)\nRespected on the streets before the fame, (boom)\nAin't nothin' lame or game goofy about my game, (boom)\nPaid my dues, Obeyed the rules\nStuck to the script, Made a Click\nAll a my fellows and all a my dawgs\nRidin' mustard and mayonaise on vouges\nFeelin' em up, Sittin' em down\nFlossin' and Bossin' all over the town\nHardest state benzes ya ever heardin ya life man write that down\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Automatic\n  artist: E-40, Fabolous\n  album: INSTRUMENTALS\n  duration_ms: 125000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  Portable scales, checkin my mail\n  Avoidin' the law, Stayin' out of jail\n  Possesion of sales, Pocket all sales\n  Conspiracy charges, Hate betrayals\n  Cause I don't write nothin down I keep it all in my head, Intellegent\n  About my business, Memory like an elephant\n  Chasin' the dream, Suit up for cream\n  Special weapons and tactics team\n  AR-15\n  And infared beams, Pointed at domes, backs, and spleens\n  Fire hydrons, Ambulance sirens,\n  Spittin\n  ' licence, Police indicements\n  Rightiously what it all boils down to is basically who's the wisest\n  Ughhh, My heart made of granite\n  Slow down my spit so you squares can understand it\n  I didn't come in here empty handed\n  I came in here on business and yall gone retrospecit dammit\n  Been out the game, Did that mane\n  Valejeo I claim, Made the name\n  Feel my pain, Ghetto fame\n  Magazine Street hustla mane\n  Messin' around in the fast lane\n  Chevy, Cougars and Mustangs\n  Novas, Granadas, and Falcons\n  Project livin' and Public housin'\n  (Kokane & Fabolous & E-40)\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind\n  (I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind, Ughh)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (Ugh)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  Bustas hate me cause I f'ed they breezies\n  Playboy, These techs spray easy\n  Like you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy\n  I get money on the grind\n  So if you ya mind on my money, I put some money on ya mind\n  Ya honey gone be mine\n  Cause ya diamond forecast is partly cloudly\n  The kids look sunny on the shine\n  I'm gettin' ticked off again\n  Ya'll must like ridin' in long black caddy's that they stick coffins in\n  Blowin' sticky, That come in the jars that they stick coffee in\n  I got chicks offerin'\n  But I play hard to get, Unless they suck me 'til my dick soft again\n  You lookin' at the way the coast to coast g do it\n  From the Brooklyn to the Bay\n  Bring the hook in by the way\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  It don't matter if you lokin' or bleedin'\n  Wheather its backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in\n  You slow pokin' or speedin'\n  All that counts to these motherfuckers is if you broke or suceedin'\n  I'm gettin used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin'\n  Stayin focused while feedin', so I don't choke what im eatin'\n  I'm lookin' for towns to put the coke and the weed in\n  To sit with white folks in a meetin', pleasebaleaveit\n  I used to sell tapes up out my truck and slang cain, (boom)\n  Respected on the streets before the fame, (boom)\n  Ain't nothin' lame or game goofy about my game, (boom)\n  Paid my dues, Obeyed the rules\n  Stuck to the script, Made a Click\n  All a my fellows and all a my dawgs\n  Ridin' mustard and mayonaise on vouges\n  Feelin' em up, Sittin' em down\n  Flossin' and Bossin' all over the town\n  Hardest state benzes ya ever heardin ya life man write that down\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n"},{"id":21403074,"name":"Automatic","trackName":"Automatic","artistName":"E-40, Fabolous","albumName":"The Ballatician - Grit & Grind","duration":282.624,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Automatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nPortable scales, checkin my mail\nAvoidin' the law, Stayin' out of jail\nPossesion of sales, Pocket all sales\nConspiracy charges, Hate betrayals\nCause I don't write nothin down I keep it all in my head, Intellegent\nAbout my business, Memory like an elephant\nChasin' the dream, Suit up for cream\nSpecial weapons and tactics team\nAR-15\nAnd infared beams, Pointed at domes, backs, and spleens\nFire hydrons, Ambulance sirens,\nSpittin\n' licence, Police indicements\nRightiously what it all boils down to is basically who's the wisest\nUghhh, My heart made of granite\nSlow down my spit so you squares can understand it\nI didn't come in here empty handed\nI came in here on business and yall gone retrospecit dammit\nBeen out the game, Did that mane\nValejeo I claim, Made the name\nFeel my pain, Ghetto fame\nMagazine Street hustla mane\nMessin' around in the fast lane\nChevy, Cougars and Mustangs\nNovas, Granadas, and Falcons\nProject livin' and Public housin'\n(Kokane & Fabolous & E-40)\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind\n(I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind, Ughh)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (Ugh)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nBustas hate me cause I f'ed they breezies\nPlayboy, These techs spray easy\nLike you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy\nI get money on the grind\nSo if you ya mind on my money, I put some money on ya mind\nYa honey gone be mine\nCause ya diamond forecast is partly cloudly\nThe kids look sunny on the shine\nI'm gettin' ticked off again\nYa'll must like ridin' in long black caddy's that they stick coffins in\nBlowin' sticky, That come in the jars that they stick coffee in\nI got chicks offerin'\nBut I play hard to get, Unless they suck me 'til my dick soft again\nYou lookin' at the way the coast to coast g do it\nFrom the Brooklyn to the Bay\nBring the hook in by the way\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nIt don't matter if you lokin' or bleedin'\nWheather its backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in\nYou slow pokin' or speedin'\nAll that counts to these motherfuckers is if you broke or suceedin'\nI'm gettin used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin'\nStayin focused while feedin', so I don't choke what im eatin'\nI'm lookin' for towns to put the coke and the weed in\nTo sit with white folks in a meetin', pleasebaleaveit\nI used to sell tapes up out my truck and slang cain, (boom)\nRespected on the streets before the fame, (boom)\nAin't nothin' lame or game goofy about my game, (boom)\nPaid my dues, Obeyed the rules\nStuck to the script, Made a Click\nAll a my fellows and all a my dawgs\nRidin' mustard and mayonaise on vouges\nFeelin' em up, Sittin' em down\nFlossin' and Bossin' all over the town\nHardest state benzes ya ever heardin ya life man write that down\nAutomatic, Systematic\nJust keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\nIn the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\nDo what you do playa, (what you do)\nJust keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\nTo all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\nAnd all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Automatic\n  artist: E-40, Fabolous\n  album: The Ballatician - Grit & Grind\n  duration_ms: 282624\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  Portable scales, checkin my mail\n  Avoidin' the law, Stayin' out of jail\n  Possesion of sales, Pocket all sales\n  Conspiracy charges, Hate betrayals\n  Cause I don't write nothin down I keep it all in my head, Intellegent\n  About my business, Memory like an elephant\n  Chasin' the dream, Suit up for cream\n  Special weapons and tactics team\n  AR-15\n  And infared beams, Pointed at domes, backs, and spleens\n  Fire hydrons, Ambulance sirens,\n  Spittin\n  ' licence, Police indicements\n  Rightiously what it all boils down to is basically who's the wisest\n  Ughhh, My heart made of granite\n  Slow down my spit so you squares can understand it\n  I didn't come in here empty handed\n  I came in here on business and yall gone retrospecit dammit\n  Been out the game, Did that mane\n  Valejeo I claim, Made the name\n  Feel my pain, Ghetto fame\n  Magazine Street hustla mane\n  Messin' around in the fast lane\n  Chevy, Cougars and Mustangs\n  Novas, Granadas, and Falcons\n  Project livin' and Public housin'\n  (Kokane & Fabolous & E-40)\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind\n  (I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind, Ughh)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (Ugh)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  Bustas hate me cause I f'ed they breezies\n  Playboy, These techs spray easy\n  Like you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy\n  I get money on the grind\n  So if you ya mind on my money, I put some money on ya mind\n  Ya honey gone be mine\n  Cause ya diamond forecast is partly cloudly\n  The kids look sunny on the shine\n  I'm gettin' ticked off again\n  Ya'll must like ridin' in long black caddy's that they stick coffins in\n  Blowin' sticky, That come in the jars that they stick coffee in\n  I got chicks offerin'\n  But I play hard to get, Unless they suck me 'til my dick soft again\n  You lookin' at the way the coast to coast g do it\n  From the Brooklyn to the Bay\n  Bring the hook in by the way\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  It don't matter if you lokin' or bleedin'\n  Wheather its backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in\n  You slow pokin' or speedin'\n  All that counts to these motherfuckers is if you broke or suceedin'\n  I'm gettin used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin'\n  Stayin focused while feedin', so I don't choke what im eatin'\n  I'm lookin' for towns to put the coke and the weed in\n  To sit with white folks in a meetin', pleasebaleaveit\n  I used to sell tapes up out my truck and slang cain, (boom)\n  Respected on the streets before the fame, (boom)\n  Ain't nothin' lame or game goofy about my game, (boom)\n  Paid my dues, Obeyed the rules\n  Stuck to the script, Made a Click\n  All a my fellows and all a my dawgs\n  Ridin' mustard and mayonaise on vouges\n  Feelin' em up, Sittin' em down\n  Flossin' and Bossin' all over the town\n  Hardest state benzes ya ever heardin ya life man write that down\n  Automatic, Systematic\n  Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)\n  In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)\n  Do what you do playa, (what you do)\n  Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n  To all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)\n  And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)\n"}]