[{"id":4860662,"name":"Programmin’","trackName":"Programmin’","artistName":"E‐40","albumName":"Sharp on All 4 Corners (deluxe edition)","duration":185.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Poppin my P's all over poppers, never stop my propers\nDollar days flip on my profits, shaking the coppers\nFollow protocol when you from the ghetto stand tall\nSome got a job, some hustle, ball, and end it all\nSome of these rappers gonna give it to you fake\nBut me? Imma give it to you straight\nMama and daddy divorced when I was eight\nWalking on thin ice, hoping that it don't break\nNow I'm over here on the hillside of the V\nRe-established ourselves, me and D\nShot sugar T and Mug Z\nThinkin how can we beat the streets, and get up on our feet?\nEven though my wisdom tooth pulled out I still got my wisdom\nKnow when the bitch choosing and when to spit my ism\nVallejo boy got hella kin folk in Richmond\nIf you a sucker, you probably don't want to listen\n\nWe out here programmin\n(Niggas scrabbling shit can handle gang gallens, no famine)\nWe out here programmin\n(Suckers sham and I got the cannon I'm a handle it, niggas ain't understand it)\nWe out here programmin\n(Operatin and orchestratin and I could care less about your jealousy or your hatin)\nWe out here programmin\n(So you better get with it bout to show that I'm forever sick with it)\n\nPat yourself on the back congratulate you\nFor being solid to the streets and loyal to your crew\nPut the good lord first and never lose your faith\nBless your food always say your grace\nIt's the way I was taught when I was a little boy\nCutting the grass ain't no time to play with toys\nClowning in class me and my nigga Bubba\nTry to make a little cash starting selling hubba's\nWhen you ballin, when you shoot the ball shoot your best shot\nWhen you fallin, and you finna get caught, snitch you better not\nThat's gravel rule number 1\nIf you ain't intending on using it, never pull a gun\nThe more I learn the more I lose my learn\nThinkin about growin back my perm\nWhen I was skinny out there looking shady\nI'll pistol whip you with my .380\n\nMaking monumnental moves with monumental dudes\nFar from a square I'm not a pack of cools\nPuffin on my Vape pen blowing grass\nResidue from the hit, concentrated hash\nCross-examine that ho before you decide to stay with her\nUse a rubber, or you gonna need a babysitter\nThis my advice to my little nigga\nThese bitches brains getting smaller but they ass getting bigger\nI don't sign bubblegum rap in my boat (nope)\nI listen to 40 cause he a voice of hope (yep)\nFree all of my people in Acerd, getting them home\nProgrammin, never told or sold they soul\nWe out here putting it together like a Lego\nJust got back from San Diego\nLanded in the town touch down east bound phone rang soon as I hit the ground\nBiatch!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.98] Poppin my P's all over poppers, never stop my propers\n[00:02.75] Dollar days flip on my profits, shaking the coppers\n[00:04.51] Follow protocol when you from the ghetto stand tall\n[00:07.23] Some got a job, some hustle, ball, and end it all\n[00:10.01] Some of these rappers gonna give it to you fake\n[00:11.87] But me? Imma give it to you straight\n[00:14.59] Mama and daddy divorced when I was eight\n[00:16.40] Walking on thin ice, hoping that it don't break\n[00:19.19] Now I'm over here on the hillside of the V\n[00:21.82] Re-established ourselves, me and D\n[00:23.63] Shot sugar T and Mug Z\n[00:26.48] Thinkin how can we beat the streets, and get up on our feet?\n[00:29.15] Even though my wisdom tooth pulled out I still got my wisdom\n[00:31.94] Know when the bitch choosing and when to spit my ism\n[00:33.70] Vallejo boy got hella kin folk in Richmond\n[00:36.49] If you a sucker, you probably don't want to listen\n[00:38.23] We out here programmin\n[00:41.08] (Niggas scrabbling shit can handle gang gallens, no famine)\n[00:43.75] We out here programmin\n[00:44.62] (Suckers sham and I got the cannon I'm a handle it, niggas ain't understand it)\n[00:48.31] We out here programmin\n[00:50.12] (Operatin and orchestratin and I could care less about your jealousy or your hatin)\n[00:53.79] We out here programmin\n[00:54.67] (So you better get with it bout to show that I'm forever sick with it)\n[00:57.45] Pat yourself on the back congratulate you\n[01:00.14] For being solid to the streets and loyal to your crew\n[01:02.91] Put the good lord first and never lose your faith\n[01:05.65] Bless your food always say your grace\n[01:07.41] It's the way I was taught when I was a little boy\n[01:10.29] Cutting the grass ain't no time to play with toys\n[01:12.06] Clowning in class me and my nigga Bubba\n[01:14.79] Try to make a little cash starting selling hubba's\n[01:16.54] When you ballin, when you shoot the ball shoot your best shot\n[01:20.18] When you fallin, and you finna get caught, snitch you better not\n[01:22.02] That's gravel rule number 1\n[01:24.75] If you ain't intending on using it, never pull a gun\n[01:27.46] The more I learn the more I lose my learn\n[01:29.31] Thinkin about growin back my perm\n[01:32.05] When I was skinny out there looking shady\n[01:34.75] I'll pistol whip you with my .380\n[01:37.53] Making monumnental moves with monumental dudes\n[01:58.58] Far from a square I'm not a pack of cools\n[02:01.24] Puffin on my Vape pen blowing grass\n[02:03.99] Residue from the hit, concentrated hash\n[02:06.72] Cross-examine that ho before you decide to stay with her\n[02:08.54] Use a rubber, or you gonna need a babysitter\n[02:11.28] This my advice to my little nigga\n[02:13.05] These bitches brains getting smaller but they ass getting bigger\n[02:16.73] I don't sign bubblegum rap in my boat (nope)\n[02:18.53] I listen to 40 cause he a voice of hope (yep)\n[02:20.38] Free all of my people in Acerd, getting them home\n[02:23.15] Programmin, never told or sold they soul\n[02:24.95] We out here putting it together like a Lego\n[02:27.67] Just got back from San Diego\n[02:30.32] Landed in the town touch down east bound phone rang soon as I hit the ground\n[02:34.92] Biatch!\n[02:58.61] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Programmin’\n  artist: E‐40\n  album: Sharp on All 4 Corners (deluxe edition)\n  duration_ms: 185000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Poppin my P's all over poppers, never stop my propers\n  start_ms: 980\n  end_ms: 2750\n- text: Dollar days flip on my profits, shaking the coppers\n  start_ms: 2750\n  end_ms: 4510\n- text: Follow protocol when you from the ghetto stand tall\n  start_ms: 4510\n  end_ms: 7230\n- text: Some got a job, some hustle, ball, and end it all\n  start_ms: 7230\n  end_ms: 10010\n- text: Some of these rappers gonna give it to you fake\n  start_ms: 10010\n  end_ms: 11870\n- text: But me? 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Imma give it to you straight\n  Mama and daddy divorced when I was eight\n  Walking on thin ice, hoping that it don't break\n  Now I'm over here on the hillside of the V\n  Re-established ourselves, me and D\n  Shot sugar T and Mug Z\n  Thinkin how can we beat the streets, and get up on our feet?\n  Even though my wisdom tooth pulled out I still got my wisdom\n  Know when the bitch choosing and when to spit my ism\n  Vallejo boy got hella kin folk in Richmond\n  If you a sucker, you probably don't want to listen\n\n  We out here programmin\n  (Niggas scrabbling shit can handle gang gallens, no famine)\n  We out here programmin\n  (Suckers sham and I got the cannon I'm a handle it, niggas ain't understand it)\n  We out here programmin\n  (Operatin and orchestratin and I could care less about your jealousy or your hatin)\n  We out here programmin\n  (So you better get with it bout to show that I'm forever sick with it)\n\n  Pat yourself on the back congratulate you\n  For being solid to the streets and loyal to your crew\n  Put the good lord first and never lose your faith\n  Bless your food always say your grace\n  It's the way I was taught when I was a little boy\n  Cutting the grass ain't no time to play with toys\n  Clowning in class me and my nigga Bubba\n  Try to make a little cash starting selling hubba's\n  When you ballin, when you shoot the ball shoot your best shot\n  When you fallin, and you finna get caught, snitch you better not\n  That's gravel rule number 1\n  If you ain't intending on using it, never pull a gun\n  The more I learn the more I lose my learn\n  Thinkin about growin back my perm\n  When I was skinny out there looking shady\n  I'll pistol whip you with my .380\n\n  Making monumnental moves with monumental dudes\n  Far from a square I'm not a pack of cools\n  Puffin on my Vape pen blowing grass\n  Residue from the hit, concentrated hash\n  Cross-examine that ho before you decide to stay with her\n  Use a rubber, or you gonna need a babysitter\n  This my advice to my little nigga\n  These bitches brains getting smaller but they ass getting bigger\n  I don't sign bubblegum rap in my boat (nope)\n  I listen to 40 cause he a voice of hope (yep)\n  Free all of my people in Acerd, getting them home\n  Programmin, never told or sold they soul\n  We out here putting it together like a Lego\n  Just got back from San Diego\n  Landed in the town touch down east bound phone rang soon as I hit the ground\n  Biatch!\n"},{"id":1149753,"name":"Programmin","trackName":"Programmin","artistName":"E-40","albumName":"Sharp On All 4 Corners: Corner 1","duration":185.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Poppin my P's all over poppers, never stop my propers\nDollar days flip on my profits, shaking the coppers\nFollow protocol when you from the ghetto stand tall\nSome got a job, some hustle, ball, and end it all\nSome of these rappers gonna give it to you fake\nBut me? 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