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light?)\nHella diamonds on my wrist (bling!)\nYou can call me your highness cause I'm hella high in this\nPlay with their mind like a shrink like I'm a psychiatrist\nNo dryness, I make your chick hella climax, scream\nEven nicer wet, she telling me that I'm the best\nYou don't want her, I'll take her off your hands and do you a favour\nYou might not regret it now but you gon'a regret it later\nI'm about my paper, stapler right on the side of my hip\nIn case a hater want it, in case he decide to trip\nPlatinum planning, shipping and handling, see these are digital sales\nUsed to push E up from the scale but now it's legitimate skrill\nYou ain't understand it, that this game evolved from the heels\nVallejo Cali RB the H-I double L's\n\nDon't compare me to niggas, I'm the last of my kind\nGet forever through these bars, ever lasting my grind\nIf it ain't about money, then you wasting my time\nMix the molly with the liquor now get out of your mind\nGotta do is one for the town, it's town business\nI don't even fuck with these clowns, the clown niggas\nIn the city where the dealers go broke they turn killers\nAnd all the bad bitches got all the hoes they like niggas\nIn the city where we gonna do broke, we like figures\nGet that bag then we going to work like Jay Bilas\nWe out here tryna function, tryna maintain\nThey said to don't judge me, told the judge the same thang\nSo guess who is up in the club with the four nickel\nMan I stay on the point like icicle\nIf I die tonight bring me back at the Coachella\nSick and tired of killing these hoes, I'm that nigga\n\nLook, got bad bitches, they ratchet\nBet the ding make them sing like an ad-lib\nAnd all this money watch me flip it like a back flip\nI'mma go to work on a pussy no practice\nHa, I'm a real niggas in the photo\nBottles in the air, we don't care about no ho, no ho\nYeah, shout out my nigga dilo\nGirl I know you want to but I need about 3-4\nYeah, pretty girls in the crib\nI know they all models, that's just how a nigga live\nI'm like whoa, when she do the splits\nAnd when she throw it back nigga don't act like a bitch!\nMy niggas in the club with the 40\nWe just showed up with E-40, we like what's happening woadie?\nIn the function ain't a competition, killing opponents\nAnd I be killing the pussy but this is just for the moment, yikes\n\nRocking the roller, 'til 5 in the morning\nShe popping the pill, then she busting it open\nLike bitch try this, I'm a high risk\nA bank roll, 4-5-6\nShe chasing the act, with a clip in the mac\nFor my Oakland niggas that be pimping the rap\nI'm a New York nigga with a bailey\nKept it in the hood, fuck the mainstream\nWrist rocky, I'm talking Adrian\nMe and 40 run opponent like the A train\nMan we out here tryna function, fuck all the fuck shit\nRip it off the rack, fuck what it cost ya, Montana\n\nReal nigga from born day\n42 10 hoes to your soirée\nWhole team in this hole looking saucy\nBitches off the molly, my niggas on the Marley\nHold up, we out here tryna function bitch\nAll this jewellery a nigga got from hustling bitch\nGot them thank pass coming through custom bitch\nSee the money on the table no touching it, what else?\nCafe, I'm the pimp of the decade, yeah\nYoung g's write about me in they essay\nKill Def Jams, in my Cool-Js\nHave my paper or they mopping up your cule\nI like Yokos, them live hoes\nBeat it up, beat it up, make em my hoes\nIt's bossed up on the east side\nDubs up, that's how them G's rock, shakedown\n\nDurrty Water AMR\n\n3 years ago\n\nHey, hey bitch, try this!\nGuarantee turn a square to a bi bitch\nYou ain't down, bye bitc","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Function (Remix)\n  artist: E-40\n  album: Function (Remix)\n  duration_ms: 386000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Aye, aye bitch, try this\n  Guaranteed to turn a square to a bi bitch\n  You ain't down, b-b-bye bitch\n  I ain't got time for playing, I'm just saying man\n  We out here trying to 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favour\n  You might not regret it now but you gon'a regret it later\n  I'm about my paper, stapler right on the side of my hip\n  In case a hater want it, in case he decide to trip\n  Platinum planning, shipping and handling, see these are digital sales\n  Used to push E up from the scale but now it's legitimate skrill\n  You ain't understand it, that this game evolved from the heels\n  Vallejo Cali RB the H-I double L's\n\n  Don't compare me to niggas, I'm the last of my kind\n  Get forever through these bars, ever lasting my grind\n  If it ain't about money, then you wasting my time\n  Mix the molly with the liquor now get out of your mind\n  Gotta do is one for the town, it's town business\n  I don't even fuck with these clowns, the clown niggas\n  In the city where the dealers go broke they turn killers\n  And all the bad bitches got all the hoes they like niggas\n  In the city where we gonna do broke, we like figures\n  Get that bag then we going to work like Jay Bilas\n  We out here tryna function, tryna maintain\n  They said to don't judge me, told the judge the same thang\n  So guess who is up in the club with the four nickel\n  Man I stay on the point like icicle\n  If I die tonight bring me back at the Coachella\n  Sick and tired of killing these hoes, I'm that nigga\n\n  Look, got bad bitches, they ratchet\n  Bet the ding make them sing like an ad-lib\n  And all this money watch me flip it like a back flip\n  I'mma go to work on a pussy no practice\n  Ha, I'm a real niggas in the photo\n  Bottles in the air, we don't care about no ho, no ho\n  Yeah, shout out my nigga dilo\n  Girl I know you want to but I need about 3-4\n  Yeah, pretty girls in the crib\n  I know they all models, that's just how a nigga live\n  I'm like whoa, when she do the splits\n  And when she throw it back nigga don't act like a bitch!\n  My niggas in the club with the 40\n  We just showed up with E-40, we like what's happening woadie?\n  In the function ain't a competition, killing opponents\n  And I be killing the pussy but this is just for the moment, yikes\n\n  Rocking the roller, 'til 5 in the morning\n  She popping the pill, then she busting it open\n  Like bitch try this, I'm a high risk\n  A bank roll, 4-5-6\n  She chasing the act, with a clip in the mac\n  For my Oakland niggas that be pimping the rap\n  I'm a New York nigga with a bailey\n  Kept it in the hood, fuck the mainstream\n  Wrist rocky, I'm talking Adrian\n  Me and 40 run opponent like the A train\n  Man we out here tryna function, fuck all the fuck shit\n  Rip it off the rack, fuck what it cost ya, Montana\n\n  Real nigga from born day\n  42 10 hoes to your soirée\n  Whole team in this hole looking saucy\n  Bitches off the molly, my niggas on the Marley\n  Hold up, we out here tryna function bitch\n  All this jewellery a nigga got from hustling bitch\n  Got them thank pass coming through custom bitch\n  See the money on the table no touching it, what else?\n  Cafe, I'm the pimp of the decade, 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playing, I'm just saying man\nWe out here trying to function, man we out here trying to function\nWe out here trying to function, man we out here trying to function\nWe out here trying to function, man we out here trying to function\nI ain't got time for playing, I'm just saying man\n\nWe out here trying to function\n\nI slid into the function (the throw)\nLooking hella dipped (saucy)\nLit like a strobe light (like a strobe light?)\nHella diamonds on my wrist (bling!)\nYou can call me your highness cause I'm hella high in this\nPlay with their mind like a shrink like I'm a psychiatrist\nNo dryness, I make your chick hella climax, scream\nEven nicer wet, she telling me that I'm the best\nYou don't want her, I'll take her off your hands and do you a favour\nYou might not regret it now but you gon'a regret it later\nI'm about my paper, stapler right on the side of my hip\nIn case a hater want it, in case he decide to trip\nPlatinum planning, shipping and handling, see these are digital sales\nUsed to push E up from the scale but now it's legitimate skrill\nYou ain't understand it, that this game evolved from the heels\nVallejo Cali RB the H-I double L's\n\nDon't compare me to niggas, I'm the last of my kind\n\nGet forever through these bars, ever lasting my grind\nIf it ain't about money, then you wasting my time\nMix the molly with the liquor now get out of your mind\nGotta do is one for the town, it's town business\nI don't even fuck with these clowns, the clown niggas\nIn the city where the dealers go broke they turn killers\nAnd all the bad bitches got all the hoes they like niggas\nIn the city where we gonna do broke, we like figures\nGet that bag then we going to work like Jay Bilas\nWe out here tryna function, tryna maintain\nThey said to don't judge me, told the judge the same thang\nSo guess who is up in the club with the four nickel\nMan I stay on the point like icicle\nIf I die tonight bring me back at the Coachella\nSick and tired of killing these hoes, I'm that nigga\n\nLook, got bad bitches, they ratchet\nBet the ding make them sing like an ad-lib\nAnd all this money watch me flip it like a back flip\nI'mma go to work on a pussy no practice\nHa, I'm a real niggas in the photo\nBottles in the air, we don't care about no ho, no ho\nYeah, shout out my nigga dilo\nGirl I know you want to but I need about 3-4\nYeah, pretty girls in the crib\nI know they all models, that's just how a nigga live\nI'm like whoa, when she do the splits\nAnd when she throw it back nigga don't act like a bitch!\nMy niggas in the club with the 40\nWe just showed up with E-40, we like what's happening woadie?\nIn the function ain't a competition, killing opponents\nAnd I be killing the pussy but this is just for the moment, yikes\n\nRocking the roller, 'til 5 in the morning\n\nShe popping the pill, then she busting it open\nLike bitch try this, I'm a high risk\nA bank roll, 4-5-6\nShe chasing the act, with a clip in the mac\nFor my Oakland niggas that be pimping the rap\nI'm a New York nigga with a bailey\nKept it in the hood, fuck the mainstream\nWrist rocky, I'm talking Adrian\nMe and 40 run opponent like the A train\nMan we out here tryna function, fuck all the fuck shit\nRip it off the rack, fuck what it cost ya, Montana\n\nReal nigga from born day\n\n42 10 hoes to your soirée\nWhole team in this hole looking saucy\nBitches off the molly, my niggas on the Marley\nHold up, we out here tryna function bitch\nAll this jewellery a nigga got from hustling bitch\nGot them thank pass coming through custom bitch\nSee the money on the table no touching it, what else?\nCafe, I'm the pimp of the decade, yeah\nYoung g's write about me in they essay\nKill Def Jams, in my Cool-Js\nHave my paper or they mopping up your cule\nI like Yokos, them live hoes\nBeat it up, beat it up, make em my hoes\nIt's bossed up on the east side\nDubs up, that's how them G's rock, shakedown","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Function 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(bling!)\n  You can call me your highness cause I'm hella high in this\n  Play with their mind like a shrink like I'm a psychiatrist\n  No dryness, I make your chick hella climax, scream\n  Even nicer wet, she telling me that I'm the best\n  You don't want her, I'll take her off your hands and do you a favour\n  You might not regret it now but you gon'a regret it later\n  I'm about my paper, stapler right on the side of my hip\n  In case a hater want it, in case he decide to trip\n  Platinum planning, shipping and handling, see these are digital sales\n  Used to push E up from the scale but now it's legitimate skrill\n  You ain't understand it, that this game evolved from the heels\n  Vallejo Cali RB the H-I double L's\n\n  Don't compare me to niggas, I'm the last of my kind\n\n  Get forever through these bars, ever lasting my grind\n  If it ain't about money, then you wasting my time\n  Mix the molly with the liquor now get out of your mind\n  Gotta do is one for the town, it's town business\n  I don't even fuck with these clowns, the clown niggas\n  In the city where the dealers go broke they turn killers\n  And all the bad bitches got all the hoes they like niggas\n  In the city where we gonna do broke, we like figures\n  Get that bag then we going to work like Jay Bilas\n  We out here tryna function, tryna maintain\n  They said to don't judge me, told the judge the same thang\n  So guess who is up in the club with the four nickel\n  Man I stay on the point like icicle\n  If I die tonight bring me back at the Coachella\n  Sick and tired of killing these hoes, I'm that nigga\n\n  Look, got bad bitches, they ratchet\n  Bet the ding make them sing like an ad-lib\n  And all this money watch me flip it like a back flip\n  I'mma go to work on a pussy no practice\n  Ha, I'm a real niggas in the photo\n  Bottles in the air, we don't care about no ho, no ho\n  Yeah, shout out my nigga dilo\n  Girl I know you want to but I need about 3-4\n  Yeah, pretty girls in the crib\n  I know they all models, that's just how a nigga live\n  I'm like whoa, when she do the splits\n  And when she throw it back nigga don't act like a bitch!\n  My niggas in the club with the 40\n  We just showed up with E-40, we like what's happening woadie?\n  In the function ain't a competition, killing opponents\n  And I be killing the pussy but this is just for the moment, yikes\n\n  Rocking the roller, 'til 5 in the morning\n\n  She popping the pill, then she busting it open\n  Like bitch try this, I'm a high risk\n  A bank roll, 4-5-6\n  She chasing the act, with a clip in the mac\n  For my Oakland niggas that be pimping the rap\n  I'm a New York nigga with a bailey\n  Kept it in the hood, fuck the mainstream\n  Wrist rocky, I'm talking Adrian\n  Me and 40 run opponent like the A train\n  Man we out here tryna function, fuck all the fuck shit\n  Rip it off the rack, fuck what it cost ya, Montana\n\n  Real nigga from born day\n\n  42 10 hoes to your soirée\n  Whole team in 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trying to function\nWe out here trying to function, man we out here trying to function\nWe out here trying to function, man we out here trying to function\nI ain't got time for playing, I'm just saying man\nWe out here trying to function, man we out here trying to function\nWe out here trying to function, man we out here trying to function\nWe out here trying to function, man we out here trying to function\nI ain't got time for playing, I'm just saying man\n\nWe out here trying to function\n\nI slid into the function (the throw)\nLooking hella dipped (saucy)\nLit like a strobe light (like a strobe light?)\nHella diamonds on my wrist (bling!)\nYou can call me your highness cause I'm hella high in this\nPlay with their mind like a shrink like I'm a psychiatrist\nNo dryness, I make your chick hella climax, scream\nEven nicer wet, she telling me that I'm the best\nYou don't want her, I'll take her off your hands and do you a favour\nYou might not regret it now but you gon'a regret it 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thang\nSo guess who is up in the club with the four nickel\nMan I stay on the point like icicle\nIf I die tonight bring me back at the Coachella\nSick and tired of killing these hoes, I'm that nigga\n\nLook, got bad bitches, they ratchet\nBet the ding make them sing like an ad-lib\nAnd all this money watch me flip it like a back flip\nI'mma go to work on a pussy no practice\nHa, I'm a real niggas in the photo\nBottles in the air, we don't care about no ho, no ho\nYeah, shout out my nigga dilo\nGirl I know you want to but I need about 3-4\nYeah, pretty girls in the crib\nI know they all models, that's just how a nigga live\nI'm like whoa, when she do the splits\nAnd when she throw it back nigga don't act like a bitch!\nMy niggas in the club with the 40\nWe just showed up with E-40, we like what's happening woadie?\nIn the function ain't a competition, killing opponents\nAnd I be killing the pussy but this is just for the moment, yikes\n\nRocking the roller, 'til 5 in the morning\n\nShe 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110050\n  end_ms: 112640\n- text: Back there with hustler, bust you with the Ruger (with the Ruger)\n  start_ms: 112640\n  end_ms: 114700\n- text: Ain't no big hims and little them in my parliament (in my parliament)\n  start_ms: 114700\n  end_ms: 117160\n- text: We all icy diamonds up in our ornaments (up in our ornaments)\n  start_ms: 117160\n  end_ms: 119410\n- text: If you help me make money, I'ma make sure you make money (money)\n  start_ms: 119410\n  end_ms: 122170\n- text: California ain't always hot, California cold nose runny (bitch)\n  start_ms: 122170\n  end_ms: 125430\n- text: This some West Coast shit\n  start_ms: 125430\n  end_ms: 127780\n- text: We on some West Coast shit\n  start_ms: 127780\n  end_ms: 130310\n- text: Some West Coast shit\n  start_ms: 130310\n  end_ms: 132350\n- text: You know you love this West Coast shit (biatch!)\n  start_ms: 132350\n  end_ms: 134930\n- text: We on some West Coast shit\n  start_ms: 134930\n  end_ms: 137510\n- text: This some West 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195220\n- text: This some West Coast shit (uh)\n  start_ms: 195220\n  end_ms: 197440\n- text: It's some West Coast shit\n  start_ms: 197440\n  end_ms: 199140\n- text: Bitch, you know you love this West Coast shit (get back, bitch)\n  start_ms: 199140\n  end_ms: 202210\n- text: Cube, what's happening pimping, tell 'em who it is, man\n  start_ms: 202210\n  end_ms: 204850\n- text: West Coast shit\n  start_ms: 204850\n  end_ms: 206180\n- text: E-40 ounce and the Too, mm-hm\n  start_ms: 206180\n  end_ms: 208930\n- text: My nigga, Too $hort\n  start_ms: 208930\n  end_ms: 211060\n- text: Still too big for half of y'all niggas\n  start_ms: 211060\n  end_ms: 213350\n- text: Yeah, we on some West Coast shit\n  start_ms: 213350\n  end_ms: 215690\n- text: West Coast, nigga\n  start_ms: 215690\n  end_ms: 216920\n- text: West Coast shit\n  start_ms: 216920\n  end_ms: 217960\n- text: Kick back bitch, you know you love it\n  start_ms: 217960\n  end_ms: 223170\n- text: Mm, yeah\n  start_ms: 223170\n  end_ms: 227350\n- text: Kick back, bitch\n  start_ms: 227350\n  end_ms: 228760\n- text: Kick back, bitch\n  start_ms: 228760\n  end_ms: 230400\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 230400\nplain: |-\n  This some West Coast shit\n  We on some West Coast shit\n  Some West Coast shit\n  You know you love this West Coast shit (biatch!)\n  We on some West Coast shit\n  This some West Coast shit\n  It's some West Coast shit\n  Bitch, you know you love this West Coast shit\n\n  I'm in a custom car (car), music loud (loud)\n  20 years later, move the crowd (move the crowd)\n  Same motherfucker from the olden days (olden days)\n  Tops down through the Golden State (tell 'em)\n  I'm from the five one o (tell 'em)\n  Town business every time I flow (holla)\n  Me and 40 Water real OG's baby (holla)\n  Taught you how to hustle way back in the '80s (biatch)\n\n  You wanna be like us (speak)\n  California niggas get a lot of love (speak)\n  Bitches give it up, but it's not enough (speak)\n  In the middle of the night when I call to fuck\n  I want all or nothing, got it from the Town\n  Game from the Bay tend to move around (move around)\n  Years go by, you can't stop the vultures (stop the vultures)\n  It's embedded in pop culture (bitch)\n\n  This some West Coast shit\n  We on some West Coast shit\n  Some West Coast shit\n  You know you love this West Coast shit (biatch!)\n  We on some West Coast shit\n  This some West Coast shit\n  It's some West Coast shit\n  Bitch, you know you love this West Coast shit\n\n  If there was a trophy for spitting game, me and $hort would get an award (get an award)\n  We from the West, where they dope deal, bikinis and girls (bikinis and girls)\n  Where the cost of living high, and it's hard to afford (hard to afford)\n  Houses and cars, we got 'em never get bored (never get bored)\n  Don't let the palm trees mislead, you'll get removed (get removed)\n  Tryna play tough guy, get shot in the eye, get schooled (get schooled)\n  We got some big shit, cinnamon rolls, banana clips (banana clips)\n  100 round cartridges, a lot of this (a lot of this)\n\n  Gotta stay heated like a broiler finger on my SIG Sauer\n  Auntie read me some scriptures, you my prayer warrior\n  'Cause the closest to ya probably be the one to do ya (one to do ya)\n  Back there with hustler, bust you with the Ruger (with the Ruger)\n  Ain't no big hims and little them in my parliament (in my parliament)\n  We all icy diamonds up in our ornaments (up in our ornaments)\n  If you help me make money, I'ma make sure you make money (money)\n  California ain't always hot, California cold nose runny (bitch)\n\n  This some West Coast shit\n  We on some West Coast shit\n  Some West Coast shit\n  You know you love this West Coast shit (biatch!)\n  We on some West Coast shit\n  This some West Coast shit\n  It's some West Coast shit\n  Bitch, you know you love this West Coast shit\n\n  You know the shit that I'm on\n  And after I hit it, bitch, then I'm gone\n  Get out the business 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Too, mm-hm\n  My nigga, Too $hort\n  Still too big for half of y'all niggas\n  Yeah, we on some West Coast shit\n  West Coast, nigga\n  West Coast shit\n  Kick back bitch, you know you love it\n\n  Mm, yeah\n  Kick back, bitch\n  Kick back, bitch\n"},{"id":23366796,"name":"Say I","trackName":"Say I","artistName":"E-40","albumName":"History: Function Music","duration":231.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"all in favor of giving ripped on it\nAnd you're gonna have to call someone to drive you home\nI'm say I I I I I I I\nAll in favor of getting super high\nYou might start to feel like a bird that can fly\nSay I I I I I I I\nBrought me in and watch me go, bad on the hard ass nigga\nDon't give me no more I'm on my second fifth of liquor\nWants some power up and start for me to power down\nI fuck a nigga up and put tears on the grounds\nI went from racks to riches, riches to racks,\nThat convertibles benzes and jack\nSmoking me herbal sipping me wine,\nWhy should I say turn 'cause this green in his line\nEver since he was.he was raised around.\nHe took his first step, he walked with Olympin,\nMan I should go hard hit a damn fool,\nHis teacher sucked his dick in high school\nSuper califragilistic ex be .who again\nBreakin down the diesel mixing cookies with the.\ni went to jail on the Friday, didn't get out til tuesday\nGot deal you off and drinking too much loo, bitch\nI gotta deal you I, why didn't even have to drive\nNow I'm in jail for a crime, may bell and I pay the fine\nMy lawyer trust me high ass prices,\nDMV bout to take my license\nInsurance is going up and when I go to court I know I'm fucked\nAll this shit just for drinking\nNeed a designated driver I'm too drunk for thinking\nTwo hands on the steerin wheel\nDon't let the friend drink and drive if you being real\nMight crash to whip, might lose your life\nIf I get too high tonight just make sure\nI'm making home safe and you do the same\nUnless get fucked up and lose it man, bitch\nall in favor of giving ripped and drawn\nAnd you're gonna have to call someone to drive you home\nI'm say I I I I I I I\nAll in favor of getting super high\nYou might start to feel like a bird that can fly\nSay I I I I I I I\nUgh, roll the paper so lot wake up the neighbors\nThe boss I don't need no favor\nYou pussy so fuck I hate her bitch\nMy crib got an elevator, my new shoes is alligator\nAnd ever mill got a waiter bitch\nAnd I'm all about pour drink up\nWhile I'm rolling the stake up\nSwerve my wife without the make up,\nBlow a pound when I wake up,\nSee the cars down want to race us, I do it big nigga do it aker\nWalk up in the club then gonna bring for champagne\nI'ma ball lot of drugs, I put money on it,\nSpin it all this bank let it fuck nigga hate\nReal nigga show love sound funny done it\nAll this money think I locked up,\nAll this G ain't got me fucked up\nMan I live life to tail the way\nDrinking bomb eliminate rolling up some paper planes.\nall in favor of giving ripped on it\nAnd you're gonna have to call someone to drive you home\nI'm say I I I I I I I\nall in favor of getting superhigh\nYou might start to feel like a bird I can fly\nSay I I I I I I I","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Say I\n  artist: E-40\n  album: 'History: Function Music'\n  duration_ms: 231000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  all in favor of giving ripped on it\n  And you're gonna have to call someone to drive you home\n  I'm say I I I I I I I\n  All in favor of getting super high\n  You might start to feel like a bird that can fly\n  Say I I I I I I I\n  Brought me in and watch me go, bad on the hard ass nigga\n  Don't give me no more I'm on my second fifth of liquor\n  Wants some power up and start for me to power down\n  I fuck a nigga up and put tears on the grounds\n  I went from racks to riches, riches to racks,\n  That convertibles benzes and jack\n  Smoking me herbal sipping me wine,\n  Why should I say turn 'cause this green in his line\n  Ever since he was.he was raised around.\n  He took his first step, he walked with Olympin,\n  Man I should go hard hit a damn fool,\n  His teacher sucked his dick in high school\n  Super califragilistic ex be .who again\n  Breakin down the diesel mixing cookies with the.\n  i went to jail on the Friday, didn't get out til tuesday\n  Got deal you off and drinking too much loo, bitch\n  I gotta deal you I, why didn't even have to drive\n  Now I'm in jail for a crime, may bell and I pay the fine\n  My lawyer trust me high ass prices,\n  DMV bout to take my license\n  Insurance is going up and when I go to court I know I'm fucked\n  All this shit just for drinking\n  Need a designated driver I'm too drunk for thinking\n  Two hands on the steerin wheel\n  Don't let the friend drink and drive if you being real\n  Might crash to whip, might lose your life\n  If I get too high tonight just make sure\n  I'm making home safe and you do the same\n  Unless get fucked up and lose it man, bitch\n  all in favor of giving ripped and drawn\n  And you're gonna have to call someone to drive you home\n  I'm say I I I I I I I\n  All in favor of getting super high\n  You might start to feel like a bird that can fly\n  Say I I I I I I I\n  Ugh, roll the paper so lot wake up the neighbors\n  The boss I don't need no favor\n  You pussy so fuck I hate her bitch\n  My crib got an elevator, my new shoes is alligator\n  And ever mill got a waiter bitch\n  And I'm all about pour drink up\n  While I'm rolling the stake up\n  Swerve my wife without the make up,\n  Blow a pound when I wake up,\n  See the cars down want to race us, I do it big nigga do it aker\n  Walk up in the club then gonna bring for champagne\n  I'ma ball lot of drugs, I put money on it,\n  Spin it all this bank let it fuck nigga hate\n  Real nigga show love sound funny done it\n  All this money think I locked up,\n  All this G ain't got me fucked up\n  Man I live life to tail the way\n  Drinking bomb eliminate rolling up some paper planes.\n  all in favor of giving ripped on it\n  And you're gonna have to call someone to drive you home\n  I'm say I I I I I I I\n  all in favor of getting superhigh\n  You might start to feel like a bird I can fly\n  Say I I I I I I I\n"},{"id":11332513,"name":"This Shit Pound","trackName":"This Shit Pound","artistName":"E‐40","albumName":"History: Function Music","duration":238.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"1: E-40]\nWhen I entered the world and took my first breath of air\nThe doctor gave me a blunt and a 40 ounce of beer\nSat me in the chair, told me to prepare for the worst\nHe said, \"Life can be good and life can stink like a berth\"\nThere's gon' be a lot of back-stabbin and betrayal\nSo always pack a hammer and some nails\nAs I got older I hung around older folk\nThat's why I'm so dope and spit the game I quote\nI used to practice lookin hard but now I practice bein silent\nI keep [?], can't let 'em catch me out of pocket\nHaters'd love to sneak me and try to remove me from Earth\nBut if I find out who's schemin, they gon' get hauled off in a hearse\nI'd rather be judged by twelve than to be carried by six\nI said it befo' and I meant it\nThis thing wringin, it's rotten, it's beatin they ass like a belt\nIf you ain't slappin' E-40, you need to slap yourself\n\nMy partner from the V, my nigga from the Town\nRoll that shit up, nigga, pass it around\nAll in the game like we pitchin off the mound\nFour in the box and you know that shit pound\n\nIf you don't like it you're a sucker\nYou dont' bump this, you a stupid motherfucker\nAll these years makin all these songs\nYou never heard 'em? What planet you been on?\nThe old ladies and the lil' kids\nLove 40 and Short, we so real with this\nYou think about the game and what we sayin\nSince elementary school, what the fuck they playin?\nBorn to Mack In a Major Way\n75 Girls, Tha Hall of Game\nLife Is... 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What planet you been on?\n  The old ladies and the lil' kids\n  Love 40 and Short, we so real with this\n  You think about the game and what we sayin\n  Since elementary school, what the fuck they playin?\n  Born to Mack In a Major Way\n  75 Girls, Tha Hall of Game\n  Life Is... 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Shock glocker, neck boppers, Phantom driver\n  All white ghost, no opera\n  Street mobber, bitch want to kick like shocka\n  Riding with a thing on my thing; let it chop her\n  Fuck coppers, 'bang bang' at yo partna\n  We body, you body boys no problem\n  Sick Wid It, no liers\n  Admit it, Forty Water, we on fire\n  Wet pussy, now I'm going diving\n  Full of that drink, now I'm driving\n  I'm a beast bitch, on ya knees bitch\n  Off the Hennessey, now we looking for a freak bitch\n  Like Lil B said, 'I can fuck yo bitch'\n  So I'm a fuck yo bitch\n"},{"id":10716384,"name":"West Coast Shit","trackName":"West Coast Shit","artistName":"E‐40","albumName":"History: Function Music","duration":235.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This some West Coast shit\nWe on some West Coast shit\nSome West Coast shit\nYou know you love this West Coast shit (BIATCH)\nWe on some West Coast shit\nThis some West Coast shit\nIt's some West Coast shit\nBitch, you know you love this West 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If there was a trophy for spitting game me\n  and Short would get an award (get an award)\n  We from the West,\n  where they dope deal, bikinis and girls (bikinis and girls)\n  Where the cost of living high and it's hard to afford (hard to afford)\n  Houses and cars we gottem never get bored (never get bored)\n  Don't let the palm trees mislead you'll get removed (get removed)\n  Tryna play tough guy get shot in the eye get schooled (get schooled)\n  We got some big shit, cinnamon rolls, banana clips (banana clips)\n  Hundred round cartridges, a lot of this (a lot of this)\n  Gotta stay heated like a broiler finger on my Sig Sauer\n  Auntie read me some scriptures, you my prayer warrior\n  Cause the closest to ya probably be the one to do ya (one to do ya)\n  Back there with hustler, bust you with the Ruger (with the Ruger)\n  Ain't no big hims and little them in my parliament (in my parliament)\n  We all icey diamonds up in our ornaments (up in our ornaments)\n  If you help me make 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license\nInsurance is going up and when I go to court I know I'm fucked\nAll this shit just for drinking\nNeed a designated driver I'm too drunk for thinking\nTwo hands on the steerin wheel\nDon't let the friend drink and drive if you being real\nMight crash to whip, might lose your life\nIf I get too high tonight just make sure\nI'm making home safe and you do the same\nUnless get fucked up and lose it man, bitch\nall in favor of giving ripped and drawn\nAnd you're gonna have to call someone to drive you home\nI'm say I I I I I I I\nAll in favor of getting super high\nYou might start to feel like a bird that can fly\nSay I I I I I I I\nUgh, roll the paper so lot wake up the neighbors\nThe boss I don't need no favor\nYou pussy so fuck I hate her bitch\nMy crib got an elevator, my new shoes is alligator\nAnd ever mill got a waiter bitch\nAnd I'm all about pour drink up\nWhile I'm rolling the stake up\nSwerve my wife without the make up,\nBlow a pound when I wake up,\nSee the cars down 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I'm feelin' this shit\nIt's so funky\nSomebody said that's right baby girl bounce that back side\nIt ain't real that's her new butt\nI don't give a fuck bitch toot it up\n[Hook x2]\nBack it up like a dump truck (dump truck,dump truck)\nBack it up like a dump truck (dump truck,dump truck)\nBack it up like a dump truck (dump truck,dump truck)\nBack it up like a dump truck (dump truck,dump truck)\n[Verse]\nBack that ass up like a dump truck\nWe don't go crazy in the club, we go dumb fuck\nLook , looking at her dance I know shawty want it\nI had to go crazy E-40 on it\nAnd shawty stupid bad but her man a mart'\nGon' tell his stupid ass you had a change of heart\nYou don't smoke weed girl you better start\nThen she back that ass up in paralel\n[Verse]\nLike them big booty girls with that long hop\nSaid she a cali girl but she never ever duck\nShe be traveling she be say coming from Brazil\nLooking like a bag full of hundred dollar bills\nAnd ah, shaking like a B12 in the air\nChilling with me ,we smoke a bill out of gas\nNow let me see you back it up like a dump truck\nWe're looking for a high girl we don't give a fuck\n[Verse]\nShorty I might be your first but I will not be your worst\nAnd if you give me a chance I bet I make your shit squirt\nI take my dick out my pants and then she lift up her skirt\nI told her back her the fuck at me I put that thing in reverse\nNow can I drop a reverse , hell yeah\nBeat the pussy up why you understand with\nShawty said I'm crazy as hell and she's scared\nBut she said it feels real good oh yeah\n[Hook x2]\nBack it up like a dump truck (dump truck,dump truck)\nBack it up like a dump truck (dump truck,dump truck)\nBack it up like a dump truck (dump truck,dump truck)\nBack it up like a dump truck (dump truck,dump truck)","syncedLyrics":"[00:18.68] Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck, dump truck)\n[00:21.84] Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck, dump truck)\n[00:24.28] Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck, dump truck)\n[00:26.52] Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck, dump truck)\n[00:28.65] Easy back it up uh, easy back it up uh\n[00:30.26] Easy back it up uh, easy back it up uh\n[00:32.11] Easy back it up bring it back come rewind\n[00:35.25] Double D top, 43 inch behind\n[00:37.65] Booty duty onion booty\n[00:39.23] Baby do your dance drop it like a hot potato\n[00:40.98] Do a full point stance both hands on the ground ass in the air\n[00:44.24] I'm a make you feel it through your pants, hand full of hair\n[00:46.39] I met this stick ass broad her name was Momo\n[00:49.72] She live in Sacramento in the town\n[00:51.74] I was on a pine of tuna while squeezing coronas\n[00:54.58] She was on a tree took her home and I bong bong\n[00:56.85] God damn the sex was good, she was from the hood\n[00:59.23] Got me hard as wood hit it like I should\n[01:01.43] I ain't gotta front get it understood\n[01:04.28] I do what I want, suckers do what they could\n[01:06.36] Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck, dump truck)\n[01:09.15] Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck, dump truck)\n[01:11.58] Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck, dump truck)\n[01:13.72] Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck, dump truck)\n[01:25.01] A regular party is some fake shit\n[01:27.31] Come find me where the girls dance naked, try\n[01:29.64] I wanna get my dick sucked in the VIP in the stripclub\n[01:34.06] Looked around and found me one\n[01:36.92] My flavour I'm trying to pound on some\n[01:39.52] She got nice titties (nice titties), long weave kinda pretty\n[01:44.13] She turned around, damn, too much booty in the pass\n[01:49.51] I told her shake that monkey! I'm feelin' this shit\n[01:52.87] It's so funky\n[01:54.62] Somebody said that's right baby girl bounce that back side\n[01:58.53] It ain't real that's her new butt\n[02:01.33] I don't give a fuck bitch toot it up\n[02:04.08] Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck, dump truck)\n[02:06.25] Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck, dump truck)\n[02:08.49] Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck, dump truck)\n[02:10.94] Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck, dump truck)\n[02:21.89] Back that ass up like a dump truck\n[02:24.57] We don't go crazy in the club, we go dumb fuck\n[02:27.08] Look, looking at her dance I know shawty want it\n[02:29.58] I had to go crazy E-40 on it\n[02:32.00] And shawty stupid bad but her man a mart'\n[02:34.23] Gon' tell his stupid ass you had a change of heart\n[02:36.87] You don't smoke weed girl you better start\n[02:39.06] Then she back that ass up in paralel\n[02:41.36] Like them big booty girls with that long hop\n[02:43.11] Said she a cali girl but she never ever duck\n[02:45.44] She be traveling she be say coming from Brazil\n[02:48.22] Looking like a bag full of hundred dollar bills\n[02:50.37] And ah, shaking like a B12 in the air\n[02:52.81] Chilling with me, we smoke a bill out of gas\n[02:55.25] Now let me see you back it up like a dump truck\n[02:57.98] We're looking for a high girl we don't give a fuck\n[03:00.43] Shorty I might be your first but I will not be your worst\n[03:02.29] And if you give me a chance I bet I make your shit squirt\n[03:04.55] I take my dick out my pants and then she lift up her skirt\n[03:07.06] I told her back her the fuck at me I put that thing in reverse\n[03:09.71] Now can I drop a reverse, hell yeah\n[03:11.68] Beat the pussy up why you understand with\n[03:14.17] Shawty said I'm crazy as hell and she's scared\n[03:16.39] But she said it feels real good oh yeah\n[03:18.51] Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck, dump truck)\n[03:22.20] Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck, dump truck)\n[03:24.52] Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck, dump truck)\n[03:27.19] Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck, dump truck)\n[03:45.56] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dump Truck (feat. 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What planet you been on?\nThe old ladies and the lil' kids\nLove 40 and Short, we so real with this\nYou think about the game and what we sayin\nSince elementary school, what the fuck they playin?\nBorn to Mack In a Major Way\n75 Girls, Tha Hall of Game\nLife Is... 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What planet you been on?\n  The old ladies and the lil' kids\n  Love 40 and Short, we so real with this\n  You think about the game and what we sayin\n  Since elementary school, what the fuck they playin?\n  Born to Mack In a Major Way\n  75 Girls, Tha Hall of Game\n  Life Is... 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Out here we got the best tree (tree)\nThe 707, Humboldt County (that's right)\nFa sheezy (fa sheezy), I made that word famous\nAsk my potnas Jeezy and Weezy what they nicknamed us (them my folks)\n\nShake, shake it, baby, baby, baby\nShake it mama, shake it mama, shake it mama\nYeah, yeah, Cali\nShake, shake it, baby, baby, baby\nShake it mama, shake it mama, shake it mama ($hort, $hort)\nYeah, yeah, Cali (fornia)\n\nI smoke it, live it, dress it\nBeen all the around the world, all I bang is this West shit\nIt's East Oakland all day, even though L.A. is 400 miles from the Bay\nI'ma ride for the whole state\nFuck what these motherfuckin' ho say\nI don't wanna be in no Hollywood flick\nAnd I don't wanna date no hot blonde chick with fake tits (yes, I do)\n\nI'ma keep it hood, in Beverly Hills or Hollywood\nIf it's snowin', I might go skiin'\nPull up in the mansion, say \"Bitch, let me in\"\nA lot of weed, yeah, we smoke bigger\nIt's just Vallejo and East Oakland niggas\nSo bitch, open the door\nShake that ass and let's smoke some more\n\nShake, shake (bitch, bitch) it, baby, baby, baby\nShake it mama, shake it mama, shake it mama\nYeah, yeah, Cali\nShake, shake it, baby, baby, baby\nShake it mama, shake it mama, shake it mama\nYeah (look), yeah, Cali\n\nFirst off, arch your back, make your chest poke (then)\nShake it for my bros, shake it for the West Coast\nSheesh, from the hoods to the valley\nSeems wherever I go, they all love Cali, bruh\n\nThis is where I'm born, this is where I'm raised\nThey in the mix, my dead bruh added the DJ\nSan Diego raised me, I rep the O-A-K\nMy state doin' numbers, got dots on the murder rate (woo)\n\nShake it for Burger, Yellow Boy, and 2-11\nThey in the heavens, may God bless 'em\nTake the pain away, hold up one leg\nShow me that smile, now I see ya girl, ya doin' it\n\nDown south, they wanna fuck with a Cali boy\nMake it clap like homecoming rally noise\nP.A. to V.A., B.K. to D-Day (Wifey)\nDo it like the Dirty Dirty, low-key, inebri' (yeah, hey)\n\nHe want a Cali girl swag, heels, and handbags (bag)\nHollywood life, all type of lights flash\nYeah, they love me with a passion (uh-huh)\nThe way we do it got the whole world on the bandwagon\n\nI ain't braggin', I tell him how it is\nWanna tell his homeboys that I'm all his\nHe got a West Coast queen, I'm West Coast clean\nI look good, but I look way better with a ring\n\nGot him walkin' like me, talkin' like me (me)\nTryna wonder how the hell the car start without a key (yeah)\nL.A. to the Bay, Westside where I be (Westside)\nMy name say Wifey on my Cali ID (D)\n\nDudes wanna taste it, copy and paste it\nBitches want the blueprint, go home and trace it (sucker)\nThese niggas love me, that's a well-known fact\nOnce you go Cali, you'll never go back (Yeah)\n\nCali\nCali\nShake, shake it, baby, baby, baby\nShake it mama, shake it mama, shake it mama\nYeah, yeah, Cali\nShake, shake it, baby, baby, baby\nShake it mama, shake it mama, shake it mama\nYeah, yeah, Cali","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.80] Keep on rockin'\n[00:04.30] We keep 'em rockin'\n[00:06.61] We keep 'em rockin'\n[00:08.93] We keep 'em rockin'\n[00:11.73] Just come on, shake, shake it, baby, baby, baby\n[00:16.09] Shake it mama, shake it mama, shake it mama\n[00:19.89] Yeah, yeah, Cali\n[00:23.27] Shake, shake it baby, baby, baby\n[00:26.25] Shake it mama, shake it mama, shake it mama\n[00:30.10] Yeah, yeah, Cali\n[00:33.43] I like a lot of places, don't get me wrong\n[00:35.64] But at the end of the day, California my home (California my home)\n[00:38.87] DJs better play this song\n[00:40.89] When you're at a Cali party, if you don't, it's on (it's on)\n[00:43.68] We some trendsetters (trendsetters), but the haters (haters)\n[00:46.10] Talk about us then they duplicate us later (duplicate us later) (bitch!)\n[00:49.49] We been sellin' dope on wax\n[00:51.26] Cookin' ki's of crack, sellin' trees and sacks\n[00:54.14] Shake it for me mama, baby girl, don't play (girl, don't play)\n[00:56.79] Born in the Bay, go to school in L.A. 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start_ms: 97900\n  end_ms: 100630\n- text: It's East Oakland all day, even though L.A. is 400 miles from the Bay\n  start_ms: 100630\n  end_ms: 106050\n- text: I'ma ride for the whole state\n  start_ms: 106050\n  end_ms: 108100\n- text: Fuck what these motherfuckin' ho say\n  start_ms: 108100\n  end_ms: 110820\n- text: I don't wanna be in no Hollywood flick\n  start_ms: 110820\n  end_ms: 113220\n- text: And I don't wanna date no hot blonde chick with fake tits (yes, I do)\n  start_ms: 113220\n  end_ms: 116950\n- text: I'ma keep it hood, in Beverly Hills or Hollywood\n  start_ms: 116950\n  end_ms: 120520\n- text: If it's snowin', I might go skiin'\n  start_ms: 120520\n  end_ms: 123660\n- text: Pull up in the mansion, say \"Bitch, let me in\"\n  start_ms: 123660\n  end_ms: 126100\n- text: A lot of weed, yeah, we smoke bigger\n  start_ms: 126100\n  end_ms: 129090\n- text: It's just Vallejo and East Oakland niggas\n  start_ms: 129090\n  end_ms: 131850\n- text: So bitch, open the door\n  start_ms: 131850\n  end_ms: 134080\n- text: Shake that ass and let's smoke some more\n  start_ms: 134080\n  end_ms: 136590\n- text: Shake, shake (bitch, bitch) it, baby, baby, baby\n  start_ms: 136590\n  end_ms: 139550\n- text: Shake it mama, shake it mama, shake it mama\n  start_ms: 139550\n  end_ms: 143440\n- text: Yeah, yeah, Cali\n  start_ms: 143440\n  end_ms: 147040\n- text: Shake, shake it, baby, baby, baby\n  start_ms: 147040\n  end_ms: 150040\n- text: Shake it mama, shake it mama, shake it mama\n  start_ms: 150040\n  end_ms: 153840\n- text: Yeah (look), yeah, Cali\n  start_ms: 153840\n  end_ms: 157680\n- text: First off, arch your back, make your chest poke (then)\n  start_ms: 157680\n  end_ms: 160240\n- text: Shake it for my bros, shake it for the West Coast\n  start_ms: 160240\n  end_ms: 162910\n- text: Sheesh, from the hoods to the valley\n  start_ms: 162910\n  end_ms: 164670\n- text: Seems wherever I go, they all love Cali, bruh\n  start_ms: 164670\n  end_ms: 167920\n- text: This is where I'm born, this is where I'm raised\n  start_ms: 167920\n  end_ms: 170420\n- text: They in the mix, my dead bruh added the DJ\n  start_ms: 170420\n  end_ms: 173040\n- text: San Diego raised me, I rep the O-A-K\n  start_ms: 173040\n  end_ms: 175060\n- text: My state doin' numbers, got dots on the murder rate (woo)\n  start_ms: 175060\n  end_ms: 178170\n- text: Shake it for Burger, Yellow Boy, and 2-11\n  start_ms: 178170\n  end_ms: 180990\n- text: They in the heavens, may God bless 'em\n  start_ms: 180990\n  end_ms: 183580\n- text: Take the pain away, hold up one leg\n  start_ms: 183580\n  end_ms: 185820\n- text: Show me that smile, now I see ya girl, ya doin' it\n  start_ms: 185820\n  end_ms: 188720\n- text: Down south, they wanna fuck with a Cali boy\n  start_ms: 188720\n  end_ms: 191280\n- text: Make it clap like homecoming rally noise\n  start_ms: 191280\n  end_ms: 193480\n- text: P.A. to V.A., B.K. to D-Day (Wifey)\n  start_ms: 193480\n  end_ms: 195900\n- text: Do it like the Dirty Dirty, low-key, inebri' (yeah, hey)\n  start_ms: 195900\n  end_ms: 198200\n- text: He want a Cali girl swag, heels, and handbags (bag)\n  start_ms: 198200\n  end_ms: 201360\n- text: Hollywood life, all type of lights flash\n  start_ms: 201360\n  end_ms: 204130\n- text: Yeah, they love me with a passion (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 204130\n  end_ms: 206460\n- text: The way we do it got the whole world on the bandwagon\n  start_ms: 206460\n  end_ms: 209320\n- text: I ain't braggin', I tell him how it is\n  start_ms: 209320\n  end_ms: 211550\n- text: Wanna tell his homeboys that I'm all his\n  start_ms: 211550\n  end_ms: 213650\n- text: He got a West Coast queen, I'm West Coast clean\n  start_ms: 213650\n  end_ms: 216480\n- text: I look good, but I look way better with a ring\n  start_ms: 216480\n  end_ms: 218470\n- text: Got him walkin' like me, talkin' like me (me)\n  start_ms: 218470\n  end_ms: 221360\n- text: Tryna wonder how the hell the car start without a key (yeah)\n  start_ms: 221360\n  end_ms: 224470\n- text: L.A. to the Bay, Westside where I be (Westside)\n  start_ms: 224470\n  end_ms: 227170\n- text: My name say Wifey on my Cali ID (D)\n  start_ms: 227170\n  end_ms: 229620\n- text: Dudes wanna taste it, copy and paste it\n  start_ms: 229620\n  end_ms: 232210\n- text: Bitches want the blueprint, go home and trace it (sucker)\n  start_ms: 232210\n  end_ms: 234750\n- text: These niggas love me, that's a well-known fact\n  start_ms: 234750\n  end_ms: 237440\n- text: Once you go Cali, you'll never go back (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 237440\n  end_ms: 244280\n- text: Cali\n  start_ms: 244280\n  end_ms: 249650\n- text: Cali\n  start_ms: 249650\n  end_ms: 250490\n- text: Shake, shake it, baby, baby, baby\n  start_ms: 250490\n  end_ms: 253320\n- text: Shake it mama, shake it mama, shake it mama\n  start_ms: 253320\n  end_ms: 257380\n- text: Yeah, yeah, Cali\n  start_ms: 257380\n  end_ms: 260530\n- text: Shake, shake it, baby, baby, baby\n  start_ms: 260530\n  end_ms: 263880\n- text: Shake it mama, shake it mama, shake it mama\n  start_ms: 263880\n  end_ms: 267750\n- text: Yeah, yeah, Cali\n  start_ms: 267750\n  end_ms: 270930\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 270930\nplain: |-\n  Keep on rockin'\n  We keep 'em rockin'\n  We keep 'em rockin'\n  We keep 'em rockin'\n  Just come on, shake, shake it, baby, baby, baby\n\n  Shake it mama, shake it mama, shake it mama\n  Yeah, yeah, Cali\n  Shake, shake it baby, baby, baby\n  Shake it mama, shake it mama, shake it mama\n  Yeah, yeah, Cali\n\n  I like a lot of places, don't get me wrong\n  But at the end of the day, California my home (California my home)\n  DJs better play this song\n  When you're at a Cali party, if you don't, it's on (it's on)\n\n  We some trendsetters (trendsetters), but the haters (haters)\n  Talk about us then they duplicate us later (duplicate us later) (bitch!)\n  We been sellin' dope on wax\n  Cookin' ki's of crack, sellin' trees and sacks\n\n  Shake it for me mama, baby girl, don't play (girl, don't play)\n  Born in the Bay, go to school in L.A. (school in L.A.)\n  Sophisticated, but not no bopper (bopper)\n  When she go down south, they say she talk hella proper\n\n  (What we got here, mayne?) Out here we got the best tree (tree)\n  The 707, Humboldt County (that's right)\n  Fa sheezy (fa sheezy), I made that word famous\n  Ask my potnas Jeezy and Weezy what they nicknamed us (them my folks)\n\n  Shake, shake it, baby, baby, baby\n  Shake it mama, shake it mama, shake it mama\n  Yeah, yeah, Cali\n  Shake, shake it, baby, baby, baby\n  Shake it mama, shake it mama, shake it mama ($hort, $hort)\n  Yeah, yeah, Cali (fornia)\n\n  I smoke it, live it, dress it\n  Been all the around the world, all I bang is this West shit\n  It's East Oakland all day, even though L.A. is 400 miles from the Bay\n  I'ma ride for the whole state\n  Fuck what these motherfuckin' ho say\n  I don't wanna be in no Hollywood flick\n  And I don't wanna date no hot blonde chick with fake tits (yes, I do)\n\n  I'ma keep it hood, in Beverly Hills or Hollywood\n  If it's snowin', I might go skiin'\n  Pull up in the mansion, say \"Bitch, let me in\"\n  A lot of weed, yeah, we smoke bigger\n  It's just Vallejo and East Oakland niggas\n  So bitch, open the door\n  Shake that ass and let's smoke some more\n\n  Shake, shake (bitch, bitch) it, baby, baby, baby\n  Shake it mama, shake it mama, shake it mama\n  Yeah, yeah, Cali\n  Shake, shake it, baby, baby, baby\n  Shake it mama, shake it mama, shake it mama\n  Yeah (look), yeah, Cali\n\n  First off, arch your back, make your chest poke (then)\n  Shake it for my bros, shake it for the West Coast\n  Sheesh, from the hoods to the valley\n  Seems wherever I go, they all love Cali, bruh\n\n  This is where I'm born, this is where I'm raised\n  They in the mix, my dead bruh added the DJ\n  San Diego raised me, I rep the O-A-K\n  My state doin' numbers, got dots on the murder rate (woo)\n\n  Shake it for Burger, Yellow Boy, and 2-11\n  They in the heavens, may God bless 'em\n  Take the pain away, hold up one leg\n  Show me that smile, now I see ya girl, ya doin' it\n\n  Down south, they wanna fuck with a Cali boy\n  Make it clap like homecoming rally noise\n  P.A. to V.A., B.K. to D-Day (Wifey)\n  Do it like the Dirty Dirty, low-key, inebri' (yeah, hey)\n\n  He want a Cali girl swag, heels, and handbags (bag)\n  Hollywood life, all type of lights flash\n  Yeah, they love me with a passion (uh-huh)\n  The way we do it got the whole world on the bandwagon\n\n  I ain't braggin', I tell him how it is\n  Wanna tell his homeboys that I'm all his\n  He got a West Coast queen, I'm West Coast clean\n  I look good, but I look way better with a ring\n\n  Got him walkin' like me, talkin' like me (me)\n  Tryna wonder how the hell the car start without a key (yeah)\n  L.A. to the Bay, Westside where I be (Westside)\n  My name say Wifey on my Cali ID (D)\n\n  Dudes wanna taste it, copy and paste it\n  Bitches want the blueprint, go home and trace it (sucker)\n  These niggas love me, that's a well-known fact\n  Once you go Cali, you'll never go back (Yeah)\n\n  Cali\n  Cali\n  Shake, shake it, baby, baby, baby\n  Shake it mama, shake it mama, shake it mama\n  Yeah, yeah, Cali\n  Shake, shake it, baby, baby, baby\n  Shake it mama, shake it mama, shake it mama\n  Yeah, yeah, Cali\n"}]