[{"id":2296436,"name":"Sell Everything","trackName":"Sell Everything","artistName":"E-40","albumName":"The Block Brochure: Welcome To The Soil 2","duration":271.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Boss moves man, Chess moves man\nUh huh!\nWe out here getting paper, we trying to have our money Pot, pills, heroin, cocaine\nSpeed, crack, crystal, the fast lane\nTrains, boats, beaches and airplanes\nWhat we sell? We sell everything. I'm just as hard headed as I want to be\nMe and my entourage, my faculty\nCrazy like the glue, promethazine and Mountain Dew\nSometimes I act my age, sometimes the size of my shoe\nRight now I'm hella paid, but I used to be broke like you\nBankroll overweight from selling weight, wait?\nDid you say bankroll overweight from pushing weight?\nDid I? Ignorant ass slap when I skate, slide by\nMade a whole lotta money from pushing cake, dead right\nI'm a whole 'nother gr'animal from those\nGrew up with hella hoes in my clothes, your clothes?\nDig in those dirty clothes to come out clean, know what I mean?\nSo I hopped in the yola game and bought a beemer, a triple-beamer?\nDidn't have no income, but this is the outcome\nReal life, not a sitcom\nHustlers up, busters down\nPartner this the re-up, not the runaround\n\nGorilla in it, killing it\nMaking my presence felt\nBeating they fucking ass, without the fucking belt\nPanini a motherfucker, toast him like a patty melt\nIn an old school duster, and I'm doing it by myself\nI got a proposition legal, not like the others\nLets put out bread together and build like the toll brothers\nThe banks denying modifications, foreclosures\nShort sales, lets turn our money over\nInvest in a couple of condos, real estate, elevate\nA couple of years from now you gonna be thanking me, lets celebrate\nUsed to mean mug but now I smile\nEveryday is a balladay\nTurning heads just like a owl\nDirect TV in my Escalade\n\nI still got the keys so I'm driving it\nIf y'all keep buying it, I'mma keep supplying it\nDeliver, distribute and whipping and selling these microphone candy bars\nNigga did you just say whipping and selling these microphone candy bars?\nYee I did\nI got three phones, that's why I don't ever answer the phone\nI got three guns, a black one, grey one and a chrome\nThree homes, that's prolly why I'm never home\nThree lungs, like Michael Phelps smoke the bong\nThere's three sides to every story: mines yours and the truth\nNiggas lose their lives every day over a booch\nNiggas get popped with nines and AKs and caught loose\nTrying to get their ham and green eggs like Dr. Seuss\nBitch!\n\nWe out here getting paper, we trying to have our money","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Sell Everything\n  artist: E-40\n  album: 'The Block Brochure: Welcome To The Soil 2'\n  duration_ms: 271000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Boss moves man, Chess moves man\n  Uh huh!\n  We out here getting paper, we trying to have our money Pot, pills, heroin, cocaine\n  Speed, crack, crystal, the fast lane\n  Trains, boats, beaches and airplanes\n  What we sell? We sell everything. I'm just as hard headed as I want to be\n  Me and my entourage, my faculty\n  Crazy like the glue, promethazine and Mountain Dew\n  Sometimes I act my age, sometimes the size of my shoe\n  Right now I'm hella paid, but I used to be broke like you\n  Bankroll overweight from selling weight, wait?\n  Did you say bankroll overweight from pushing weight?\n  Did I? Ignorant ass slap when I skate, slide by\n  Made a whole lotta money from pushing cake, dead right\n  I'm a whole 'nother gr'animal from those\n  Grew up with hella hoes in my clothes, your clothes?\n  Dig in those dirty clothes to come out clean, know what I mean?\n  So I hopped in the yola game and bought a beemer, a triple-beamer?\n  Didn't have no income, but this is the outcome\n  Real life, not a sitcom\n  Hustlers up, busters down\n  Partner this the re-up, not the runaround\n\n  Gorilla in it, killing it\n  Making my presence felt\n  Beating they fucking ass, without the fucking belt\n  Panini a motherfucker, toast him like a patty melt\n  In an old school duster, and I'm doing it by myself\n  I got a proposition legal, not like the others\n  Lets put out bread together and build like the toll brothers\n  The banks denying modifications, foreclosures\n  Short sales, lets turn our money over\n  Invest in a couple of condos, real estate, elevate\n  A couple of years from now you gonna be thanking me, lets celebrate\n  Used to mean mug but now I smile\n  Everyday is a balladay\n  Turning heads just like a owl\n  Direct TV in my Escalade\n\n  I still got the keys so I'm driving it\n  If y'all keep buying it, I'mma keep supplying it\n  Deliver, distribute and whipping and selling these microphone candy bars\n  Nigga did you just say whipping and selling these microphone candy bars?\n  Yee I did\n  I got three phones, that's why I don't ever answer the phone\n  I got three guns, a black one, grey one and a chrome\n  Three homes, that's prolly why I'm never home\n  Three lungs, like Michael Phelps smoke the bong\n  There's three sides to every story: mines yours and the truth\n  Niggas lose their lives every day over a booch\n  Niggas get popped with nines and AKs and caught loose\n  Trying to get their ham and green eggs like Dr. Seuss\n  Bitch!\n\n  We out here getting paper, we trying to have our money\n"},{"id":2296437,"name":"Sell Everything","trackName":"Sell Everything","artistName":"E‐40","albumName":"The Block Brochure: Welcome To The Soil 2","duration":271.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Boss moves man, Chess moves man\nUh huh!\nWe out here getting paper, we trying to have our money Pot, pills, heroin, cocaine\nSpeed, crack, crystal, the fast lane\nTrains, boats, beaches and airplanes\nWhat we sell? We sell everything. I'm just as hard headed as I want to be\nMe and my entourage, my faculty\nCrazy like the glue, promethazine and Mountain Dew\nSometimes I act my age, sometimes the size of my shoe\nRight now I'm hella paid, but I used to be broke like you\nBankroll overweight from selling weight, wait?\nDid you say bankroll overweight from pushing weight?\nDid I? Ignorant ass slap when I skate, slide by\nMade a whole lotta money from pushing cake, dead right\nI'm a whole 'nother gr'animal from those\nGrew up with hella hoes in my clothes, your clothes?\nDig in those dirty clothes to come out clean, know what I mean?\nSo I hopped in the yola game and bought a beemer, a triple-beamer?\nDidn't have no income, but this is the outcome\nReal life, not a sitcom\nHustlers up, busters down\nPartner this the re-up, not the runaround\n\nGorilla in it, killing it\nMaking my presence felt\nBeating they fucking ass, without the fucking belt\nPanini a motherfucker, toast him like a patty melt\nIn an old school duster, and I'm doing it by myself\nI got a proposition legal, not like the others\nLets put out bread together and build like the toll brothers\nThe banks denying modifications, foreclosures\nShort sales, lets turn our money over\nInvest in a couple of condos, real estate, elevate\nA couple of years from now you gonna be thanking me, lets celebrate\nUsed to mean mug but now I smile\nEveryday is a balladay\nTurning heads just like a owl\nDirect TV in my Escalade\n\nI still got the keys so I'm driving it\nIf y'all keep buying it, I'mma keep supplying it\nDeliver, distribute and whipping and selling these microphone candy bars\nNigga did you just say whipping and selling these microphone candy bars?\nYee I did\nI got three phones, that's why I don't ever answer the phone\nI got three guns, a black one, grey one and a chrome\nThree homes, that's prolly why I'm never home\nThree lungs, like Michael Phelps smoke the bong\nThere's three sides to every story: mines yours and the truth\nNiggas lose their lives every day over a booch\nNiggas get popped with nines and AKs and caught loose\nTrying to get their ham and green eggs like Dr. Seuss\nBitch!\n\nWe out here getting paper, we trying to have our money","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Sell Everything\n  artist: E‐40\n  album: 'The Block Brochure: Welcome To The Soil 2'\n  duration_ms: 271000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Boss moves man, Chess moves man\n  Uh huh!\n  We out here getting paper, we trying to have our money Pot, pills, heroin, cocaine\n  Speed, crack, crystal, the fast lane\n  Trains, boats, beaches and airplanes\n  What we sell? We sell everything. I'm just as hard headed as I want to be\n  Me and my entourage, my faculty\n  Crazy like the glue, promethazine and Mountain Dew\n  Sometimes I act my age, sometimes the size of my shoe\n  Right now I'm hella paid, but I used to be broke like you\n  Bankroll overweight from selling weight, wait?\n  Did you say bankroll overweight from pushing weight?\n  Did I? Ignorant ass slap when I skate, slide by\n  Made a whole lotta money from pushing cake, dead right\n  I'm a whole 'nother gr'animal from those\n  Grew up with hella hoes in my clothes, your clothes?\n  Dig in those dirty clothes to come out clean, know what I mean?\n  So I hopped in the yola game and bought a beemer, a triple-beamer?\n  Didn't have no income, but this is the outcome\n  Real life, not a sitcom\n  Hustlers up, busters down\n  Partner this the re-up, not the runaround\n\n  Gorilla in it, killing it\n  Making my presence felt\n  Beating they fucking ass, without the fucking belt\n  Panini a motherfucker, toast him like a patty melt\n  In an old school duster, and I'm doing it by myself\n  I got a proposition legal, not like the others\n  Lets put out bread together and build like the toll brothers\n  The banks denying modifications, foreclosures\n  Short sales, lets turn our money over\n  Invest in a couple of condos, real estate, elevate\n  A couple of years from now you gonna be thanking me, lets celebrate\n  Used to mean mug but now I smile\n  Everyday is a balladay\n  Turning heads just like a owl\n  Direct TV in my Escalade\n\n  I still got the keys so I'm driving it\n  If y'all keep buying it, I'mma keep supplying it\n  Deliver, distribute and whipping and selling these microphone candy bars\n  Nigga did you just say whipping and selling these microphone candy bars?\n  Yee I did\n  I got three phones, that's why I don't ever answer the phone\n  I got three guns, a black one, grey one and a chrome\n  Three homes, that's prolly why I'm never home\n  Three lungs, like Michael Phelps smoke the bong\n  There's three sides to every story: mines yours and the truth\n  Niggas lose their lives every day over a booch\n  Niggas get popped with nines and AKs and caught loose\n  Trying to get their ham and green eggs like Dr. Seuss\n  Bitch!\n\n  We out here getting paper, we trying to have our money\n"},{"id":21547219,"name":"Sell Everything","trackName":"Sell Everything","artistName":"E-40","albumName":"The Block Brochure: Welcome to the Soil 1, 2 & 3","duration":271.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Boss moves man, Chess moves man\nUh huh!\nWe out here getting paper, we trying to have our money Pot, pills, heroin, cocaine\nSpeed, crack, crystal, the fast lane\nTrains, boats, beaches and airplanes\nWhat we sell? We sell everything. I'm just as hard headed as I want to be\nMe and my entourage, my faculty\nCrazy like the glue, promethazine and Mountain Dew\nSometimes I act my age, sometimes the size of my shoe\nRight now I'm hella paid, but I used to be broke like you\nBankroll overweight from selling weight, wait?\nDid you say bankroll overweight from pushing weight?\nDid I? Ignorant ass slap when I skate, slide by\nMade a whole lotta money from pushing cake, dead right\nI'm a whole 'nother gr'animal from those\nGrew up with hella hoes in my clothes, your clothes?\nDig in those dirty clothes to come out clean, know what I mean?\nSo I hopped in the yola game and bought a beemer, a triple-beamer?\nDidn't have no income, but this is the outcome\nReal life, not a sitcom\nHustlers up, busters down\nPartner this the re-up, not the runaround\n\nGorilla in it, killing it\nMaking my presence felt\nBeating they fucking ass, without the fucking belt\nPanini a motherfucker, toast him like a patty melt\nIn an old school duster, and I'm doing it by myself\nI got a proposition legal, not like the others\nLets put out bread together and build like the toll brothers\nThe banks denying modifications, foreclosures\nShort sales, lets turn our money over\nInvest in a couple of condos, real estate, elevate\nA couple of years from now you gonna be thanking me, lets celebrate\nUsed to mean mug but now I smile\nEveryday is a balladay\nTurning heads just like a owl\nDirect TV in my Escalade\n\nI still got the keys so I'm driving it\nIf y'all keep buying it, I'mma keep supplying it\nDeliver, distribute and whipping and selling these microphone candy bars\nNigga did you just say whipping and selling these microphone candy bars?\nYee I did\nI got three phones, that's why I don't ever answer the phone\nI got three guns, a black one, grey one and a chrome\nThree homes, that's prolly why I'm never home\nThree lungs, like Michael Phelps smoke the bong\nThere's three sides to every story: mines yours and the truth\nNiggas lose their lives every day over a booch\nNiggas get popped with nines and AKs and caught loose\nTrying to get their ham and green eggs like Dr. Seuss\nBitch!\n\nWe out here getting paper, we trying to have our money","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Sell Everything\n  artist: E-40\n  album: 'The Block Brochure: Welcome to the Soil 1, 2 & 3'\n  duration_ms: 271000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Boss moves man, Chess moves man\n  Uh huh!\n  We out here getting paper, we trying to have our money Pot, pills, heroin, cocaine\n  Speed, crack, crystal, the fast lane\n  Trains, boats, beaches and airplanes\n  What we sell? We sell everything. I'm just as hard headed as I want to be\n  Me and my entourage, my faculty\n  Crazy like the glue, promethazine and Mountain Dew\n  Sometimes I act my age, sometimes the size of my shoe\n  Right now I'm hella paid, but I used to be broke like you\n  Bankroll overweight from selling weight, wait?\n  Did you say bankroll overweight from pushing weight?\n  Did I? Ignorant ass slap when I skate, slide by\n  Made a whole lotta money from pushing cake, dead right\n  I'm a whole 'nother gr'animal from those\n  Grew up with hella hoes in my clothes, your clothes?\n  Dig in those dirty clothes to come out clean, know what I mean?\n  So I hopped in the yola game and bought a beemer, a triple-beamer?\n  Didn't have no income, but this is the outcome\n  Real life, not a sitcom\n  Hustlers up, busters down\n  Partner this the re-up, not the runaround\n\n  Gorilla in it, killing it\n  Making my presence felt\n  Beating they fucking ass, without the fucking belt\n  Panini a motherfucker, toast him like a patty melt\n  In an old school duster, and I'm doing it by myself\n  I got a proposition legal, not like the others\n  Lets put out bread together and build like the toll brothers\n  The banks denying modifications, foreclosures\n  Short sales, lets turn our money over\n  Invest in a couple of condos, real estate, elevate\n  A couple of years from now you gonna be thanking me, lets celebrate\n  Used to mean mug but now I smile\n  Everyday is a balladay\n  Turning heads just like a owl\n  Direct TV in my Escalade\n\n  I still got the keys so I'm driving it\n  If y'all keep buying it, I'mma keep supplying it\n  Deliver, distribute and whipping and selling these microphone candy bars\n  Nigga did you just say whipping and selling these microphone candy bars?\n  Yee I did\n  I got three phones, that's why I don't ever answer the phone\n  I got three guns, a black one, grey one and a chrome\n  Three homes, that's prolly why I'm never home\n  Three lungs, like Michael Phelps smoke the bong\n  There's three sides to every story: mines yours and the truth\n  Niggas lose their lives every day over a booch\n  Niggas get popped with nines and AKs and caught loose\n  Trying to get their ham and green eggs like Dr. Seuss\n  Bitch!\n\n  We out here getting paper, we trying to have our money\n"},{"id":13143748,"name":"Sell Everything","trackName":"Sell Everything","artistName":"E‐40","albumName":"The Block Brochure: Welcome to the Soil 1, 2 & 3","duration":270.6863,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Boss moves man, Chess moves man\nUh huh!\nWe out here getting paper, we trying to have our money Pot, pills, heroin, cocaine\nSpeed, crack, crystal, the fast lane\nTrains, boats, beaches and airplanes\nWhat we sell? We sell everything. I'm just as hard headed as I want to be\nMe and my entourage, my faculty\nCrazy like the glue, promethazine and Mountain Dew\nSometimes I act my age, sometimes the size of my shoe\nRight now I'm hella paid, but I used to be broke like you\nBankroll overweight from selling weight, wait?\nDid you say bankroll overweight from pushing weight?\nDid I? Ignorant ass slap when I skate, slide by\nMade a whole lotta money from pushing cake, dead right\nI'm a whole 'nother gr'animal from those\nGrew up with hella hoes in my clothes, your clothes?\nDig in those dirty clothes to come out clean, know what I mean?\nSo I hopped in the yola game and bought a beemer, a triple-beamer?\nDidn't have no income, but this is the outcome\nReal life, not a sitcom\nHustlers up, busters down\nPartner this the re-up, not the runaround\n\nGorilla in it, killing it\nMaking my presence felt\nBeating they fucking ass, without the fucking belt\nPanini a motherfucker, toast him like a patty melt\nIn an old school duster, and I'm doing it by myself\nI got a proposition legal, not like the others\nLets put out bread together and build like the toll brothers\nThe banks denying modifications, foreclosures\nShort sales, lets turn our money over\nInvest in a couple of condos, real estate, elevate\nA couple of years from now you gonna be thanking me, lets celebrate\nUsed to mean mug but now I smile\nEveryday is a balladay\nTurning heads just like a owl\nDirect TV in my Escalade\n\nI still got the keys so I'm driving it\nIf y'all keep buying it, I'mma keep supplying it\nDeliver, distribute and whipping and selling these microphone candy bars\nNigga did you just say whipping and selling these microphone candy bars?\nYee I did\nI got three phones, that's why I don't ever answer the phone\nI got three guns, a black one, grey one and a chrome\nThree homes, that's prolly why I'm never home\nThree lungs, like Michael Phelps smoke the bong\nThere's three sides to every story: mines yours and the truth\nNiggas lose their lives every day over a booch\nNiggas get popped with nines and AKs and caught loose\nTrying to get their ham and green eggs like Dr. Seuss\nBitch!\n\nWe out here getting paper, we trying to have our money","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Sell Everything\n  artist: E‐40\n  album: 'The Block Brochure: Welcome to the Soil 1, 2 & 3'\n  duration_ms: 270686\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Boss moves man, Chess moves man\n  Uh huh!\n  We out here getting paper, we trying to have our money Pot, pills, heroin, cocaine\n  Speed, crack, crystal, the fast lane\n  Trains, boats, beaches and airplanes\n  What we sell? We sell everything. I'm just as hard headed as I want to be\n  Me and my entourage, my faculty\n  Crazy like the glue, promethazine and Mountain Dew\n  Sometimes I act my age, sometimes the size of my shoe\n  Right now I'm hella paid, but I used to be broke like you\n  Bankroll overweight from selling weight, wait?\n  Did you say bankroll overweight from pushing weight?\n  Did I? Ignorant ass slap when I skate, slide by\n  Made a whole lotta money from pushing cake, dead right\n  I'm a whole 'nother gr'animal from those\n  Grew up with hella hoes in my clothes, your clothes?\n  Dig in those dirty clothes to come out clean, know what I mean?\n  So I hopped in the yola game and bought a beemer, a triple-beamer?\n  Didn't have no income, but this is the outcome\n  Real life, not a sitcom\n  Hustlers up, busters down\n  Partner this the re-up, not the runaround\n\n  Gorilla in it, killing it\n  Making my presence felt\n  Beating they fucking ass, without the fucking belt\n  Panini a motherfucker, toast him like a patty melt\n  In an old school duster, and I'm doing it by myself\n  I got a proposition legal, not like the others\n  Lets put out bread together and build like the toll brothers\n  The banks denying modifications, foreclosures\n  Short sales, lets turn our money over\n  Invest in a couple of condos, real estate, elevate\n  A couple of years from now you gonna be thanking me, lets celebrate\n  Used to mean mug but now I smile\n  Everyday is a balladay\n  Turning heads just like a owl\n  Direct TV in my Escalade\n\n  I still got the keys so I'm driving it\n  If y'all keep buying it, I'mma keep supplying it\n  Deliver, distribute and whipping and selling these microphone candy bars\n  Nigga did you just say whipping and selling these microphone candy bars?\n  Yee I did\n  I got three phones, that's why I don't ever answer the phone\n  I got three guns, a black one, grey one and a chrome\n  Three homes, that's prolly why I'm never home\n  Three lungs, like Michael Phelps smoke the bong\n  There's three sides to every story: mines yours and the truth\n  Niggas lose their lives every day over a booch\n  Niggas get popped with nines and AKs and caught loose\n  Trying to get their ham and green eggs like Dr. Seuss\n  Bitch!\n\n  We out here getting paper, we trying to have our money\n"},{"id":11366200,"name":"Sell Everything","trackName":"Sell Everything","artistName":"E‐40","albumName":"The Block Brochure: Jumbo Pack (All Six Albums)","duration":271.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Boss moves man, Chess moves man\nUh huh!\nWe out here getting paper, we trying to have our money Pot, pills, heroin, cocaine\nSpeed, crack, crystal, the fast lane\nTrains, boats, beaches and airplanes\nWhat we sell? We sell everything. I'm just as hard headed as I want to be\nMe and my entourage, my faculty\nCrazy like the glue, promethazine and Mountain Dew\nSometimes I act my age, sometimes the size of my shoe\nRight now I'm hella paid, but I used to be broke like you\nBankroll overweight from selling weight, wait?\nDid you say bankroll overweight from pushing weight?\nDid I? Ignorant ass slap when I skate, slide by\nMade a whole lotta money from pushing cake, dead right\nI'm a whole 'nother gr'animal from those\nGrew up with hella hoes in my clothes, your clothes?\nDig in those dirty clothes to come out clean, know what I mean?\nSo I hopped in the yola game and bought a beemer, a triple-beamer?\nDidn't have no income, but this is the outcome\nReal life, not a sitcom\nHustlers up, busters down\nPartner this the re-up, not the runaround\n\nGorilla in it, killing it\nMaking my presence felt\nBeating they fucking ass, without the fucking belt\nPanini a motherfucker, toast him like a patty melt\nIn an old school duster, and I'm doing it by myself\nI got a proposition legal, not like the others\nLets put out bread together and build like the toll brothers\nThe banks denying modifications, foreclosures\nShort sales, lets turn our money over\nInvest in a couple of condos, real estate, elevate\nA couple of years from now you gonna be thanking me, lets celebrate\nUsed to mean mug but now I smile\nEveryday is a balladay\nTurning heads just like a owl\nDirect TV in my Escalade\n\nI still got the keys so I'm driving it\nIf y'all keep buying it, I'mma keep supplying it\nDeliver, distribute and whipping and selling these microphone candy bars\nNigga did you just say whipping and selling these microphone candy bars?\nYee I did\nI got three phones, that's why I don't ever answer the phone\nI got three guns, a black one, grey one and a chrome\nThree homes, that's prolly why I'm never home\nThree lungs, like Michael Phelps smoke the bong\nThere's three sides to every story: mines yours and the truth\nNiggas lose their lives every day over a booch\nNiggas get popped with nines and AKs and caught loose\nTrying to get their ham and green eggs like Dr. Seuss\nBitch!\n\nWe out here getting paper, we trying to have our money","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Sell Everything\n  artist: E‐40\n  album: 'The Block Brochure: Jumbo Pack (All Six Albums)'\n  duration_ms: 271000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Boss moves man, Chess moves man\n  Uh huh!\n  We out here getting paper, we trying to have our money Pot, pills, heroin, cocaine\n  Speed, crack, crystal, the fast lane\n  Trains, boats, beaches and airplanes\n  What we sell? We sell everything. I'm just as hard headed as I want to be\n  Me and my entourage, my faculty\n  Crazy like the glue, promethazine and Mountain Dew\n  Sometimes I act my age, sometimes the size of my shoe\n  Right now I'm hella paid, but I used to be broke like you\n  Bankroll overweight from selling weight, wait?\n  Did you say bankroll overweight from pushing weight?\n  Did I? Ignorant ass slap when I skate, slide by\n  Made a whole lotta money from pushing cake, dead right\n  I'm a whole 'nother gr'animal from those\n  Grew up with hella hoes in my clothes, your clothes?\n  Dig in those dirty clothes to come out clean, know what I mean?\n  So I hopped in the yola game and bought a beemer, a triple-beamer?\n  Didn't have no income, but this is the outcome\n  Real life, not a sitcom\n  Hustlers up, busters down\n  Partner this the re-up, not the runaround\n\n  Gorilla in it, killing it\n  Making my presence felt\n  Beating they fucking ass, without the fucking belt\n  Panini a motherfucker, toast him like a patty melt\n  In an old school duster, and I'm doing it by myself\n  I got a proposition legal, not like the others\n  Lets put out bread together and build like the toll brothers\n  The banks denying modifications, foreclosures\n  Short sales, lets turn our money over\n  Invest in a couple of condos, real estate, elevate\n  A couple of years from now you gonna be thanking me, lets celebrate\n  Used to mean mug but now I smile\n  Everyday is a balladay\n  Turning heads just like a owl\n  Direct TV in my Escalade\n\n  I still got the keys so I'm driving it\n  If y'all keep buying it, I'mma keep supplying it\n  Deliver, distribute and whipping and selling these microphone candy bars\n  Nigga did you just say whipping and selling these microphone candy bars?\n  Yee I did\n  I got three phones, that's why I don't ever answer the phone\n  I got three guns, a black one, grey one and a chrome\n  Three homes, that's prolly why I'm never home\n  Three lungs, like Michael Phelps smoke the bong\n  There's three sides to every story: mines yours and the truth\n  Niggas lose their lives every day over a booch\n  Niggas get popped with nines and AKs and caught loose\n  Trying to get their ham and green eggs like Dr. Seuss\n  Bitch!\n\n  We out here getting paper, we trying to have our money\n"},{"id":11672726,"name":"Sell Everything","trackName":"Sell Everything","artistName":"E-40","albumName":"The Block Brochure: Jumbo Pack (All Six Albums)","duration":270.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Boss moves man, Chess moves man\nUh huh!\nWe out here getting paper, we trying to have our money Pot, pills, heroin, cocaine\nSpeed, crack, crystal, the fast lane\nTrains, boats, beaches and airplanes\nWhat we sell? We sell everything. I'm just as hard headed as I want to be\nMe and my entourage, my faculty\nCrazy like the glue, promethazine and Mountain Dew\nSometimes I act my age, sometimes the size of my shoe\nRight now I'm hella paid, but I used to be broke like you\nBankroll overweight from selling weight, wait?\nDid you say bankroll overweight from pushing weight?\nDid I? Ignorant ass slap when I skate, slide by\nMade a whole lotta money from pushing cake, dead right\nI'm a whole 'nother gr'animal from those\nGrew up with hella hoes in my clothes, your clothes?\nDig in those dirty clothes to come out clean, know what I mean?\nSo I hopped in the yola game and bought a beemer, a triple-beamer?\nDidn't have no income, but this is the outcome\nReal life, not a sitcom\nHustlers up, busters down\nPartner this the re-up, not the runaround\n\nGorilla in it, killing it\nMaking my presence felt\nBeating they fucking ass, without the fucking belt\nPanini a motherfucker, toast him like a patty melt\nIn an old school duster, and I'm doing it by myself\nI got a proposition legal, not like the others\nLets put out bread together and build like the toll brothers\nThe banks denying modifications, foreclosures\nShort sales, lets turn our money over\nInvest in a couple of condos, real estate, elevate\nA couple of years from now you gonna be thanking me, lets celebrate\nUsed to mean mug but now I smile\nEveryday is a balladay\nTurning heads just like a owl\nDirect TV in my Escalade\n\nI still got the keys so I'm driving it\nIf y'all keep buying it, I'mma keep supplying it\nDeliver, distribute and whipping and selling these microphone candy bars\nNigga did you just say whipping and selling these microphone candy bars?\nYee I did\nI got three phones, that's why I don't ever answer the phone\nI got three guns, a black one, grey one and a chrome\nThree homes, that's prolly why I'm never home\nThree lungs, like Michael Phelps smoke the bong\nThere's three sides to every story: mines yours and the truth\nNiggas lose their lives every day over a booch\nNiggas get popped with nines and AKs and caught loose\nTrying to get their ham and green eggs like Dr. Seuss\nBitch!\n\nWe out here getting paper, we trying to have our money","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Sell Everything\n  artist: E-40\n  album: 'The Block Brochure: Jumbo Pack (All Six Albums)'\n  duration_ms: 270000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Boss moves man, Chess moves man\n  Uh huh!\n  We out here getting paper, we trying to have our money Pot, pills, heroin, cocaine\n  Speed, crack, crystal, the fast lane\n  Trains, boats, beaches and airplanes\n  What we sell? We sell everything. I'm just as hard headed as I want to be\n  Me and my entourage, my faculty\n  Crazy like the glue, promethazine and Mountain Dew\n  Sometimes I act my age, sometimes the size of my shoe\n  Right now I'm hella paid, but I used to be broke like you\n  Bankroll overweight from selling weight, wait?\n  Did you say bankroll overweight from pushing weight?\n  Did I? Ignorant ass slap when I skate, slide by\n  Made a whole lotta money from pushing cake, dead right\n  I'm a whole 'nother gr'animal from those\n  Grew up with hella hoes in my clothes, your clothes?\n  Dig in those dirty clothes to come out clean, know what I mean?\n  So I hopped in the yola game and bought a beemer, a triple-beamer?\n  Didn't have no income, but this is the outcome\n  Real life, not a sitcom\n  Hustlers up, busters down\n  Partner this the re-up, not the runaround\n\n  Gorilla in it, killing it\n  Making my presence felt\n  Beating they fucking ass, without the fucking belt\n  Panini a motherfucker, toast him like a patty melt\n  In an old school duster, and I'm doing it by myself\n  I got a proposition legal, not like the others\n  Lets put out bread together and build like the toll brothers\n  The banks denying modifications, foreclosures\n  Short sales, lets turn our money over\n  Invest in a couple of condos, real estate, elevate\n  A couple of years from now you gonna be thanking me, lets celebrate\n  Used to mean mug but now I smile\n  Everyday is a balladay\n  Turning heads just like a owl\n  Direct TV in my Escalade\n\n  I still got the keys so I'm driving it\n  If y'all keep buying it, I'mma keep supplying it\n  Deliver, distribute and whipping and selling these microphone candy bars\n  Nigga did you just say whipping and selling these microphone candy bars?\n  Yee I did\n  I got three phones, that's why I don't ever answer the phone\n  I got three guns, a black one, grey one and a chrome\n  Three homes, that's prolly why I'm never home\n  Three lungs, like Michael Phelps smoke the bong\n  There's three sides to every story: mines yours and the truth\n  Niggas lose their lives every day over a booch\n  Niggas get popped with nines and AKs and caught loose\n  Trying to get their ham and green eggs like Dr. Seuss\n  Bitch!\n\n  We out here getting paper, we trying to have our money\n"},{"id":36030123,"name":"Sell Everything","trackName":"Sell Everything","artistName":"E-40","albumName":"The Block Brochure: Jumbo Pack (All Six Albums)  (Compilation)","duration":271.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Boss moves man, Chess moves man\nUh huh!\nWe out here getting paper, we trying to have our money Pot, pills, heroin, cocaine\nSpeed, crack, crystal, the fast lane\nTrains, boats, beaches and airplanes\nWhat we sell? We sell everything. I'm just as hard headed as I want to be\nMe and my entourage, my faculty\nCrazy like the glue, promethazine and Mountain Dew\nSometimes I act my age, sometimes the size of my shoe\nRight now I'm hella paid, but I used to be broke like you\nBankroll overweight from selling weight, wait?\nDid you say bankroll overweight from pushing weight?\nDid I? Ignorant ass slap when I skate, slide by\nMade a whole lotta money from pushing cake, dead right\nI'm a whole 'nother gr'animal from those\nGrew up with hella hoes in my clothes, your clothes?\nDig in those dirty clothes to come out clean, know what I mean?\nSo I hopped in the yola game and bought a beemer, a triple-beamer?\nDidn't have no income, but this is the outcome\nReal life, not a sitcom\nHustlers up, busters down\nPartner this the re-up, not the runaround\n\nGorilla in it, killing it\nMaking my presence felt\nBeating they fucking ass, without the fucking belt\nPanini a motherfucker, toast him like a patty melt\nIn an old school duster, and I'm doing it by myself\nI got a proposition legal, not like the others\nLets put out bread together and build like the toll brothers\nThe banks denying modifications, foreclosures\nShort sales, lets turn our money over\nInvest in a couple of condos, real estate, elevate\nA couple of years from now you gonna be thanking me, lets celebrate\nUsed to mean mug but now I smile\nEveryday is a balladay\nTurning heads just like a owl\nDirect TV in my Escalade\n\nI still got the keys so I'm driving it\nIf y'all keep buying it, I'mma keep supplying it\nDeliver, distribute and whipping and selling these microphone candy bars\nNigga did you just say whipping and selling these microphone candy bars?\nYee I did\nI got three phones, that's why I don't ever answer the phone\nI got three guns, a black one, grey one and a chrome\nThree homes, that's prolly why I'm never home\nThree lungs, like Michael Phelps smoke the bong\nThere's three sides to every story: mines yours and the truth\nNiggas lose their lives every day over a booch\nNiggas get popped with nines and AKs and caught loose\nTrying to get their ham and green eggs like Dr. Seuss\nBitch!\n\nWe out here getting paper, we trying to have our money","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Sell Everything\n  artist: E-40\n  album: 'The Block Brochure: Jumbo Pack (All Six Albums)  (Compilation)'\n  duration_ms: 271000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Boss moves man, Chess moves man\n  Uh huh!\n  We out here getting paper, we trying to have our money Pot, pills, heroin, cocaine\n  Speed, crack, crystal, the fast lane\n  Trains, boats, beaches and airplanes\n  What we sell? We sell everything. I'm just as hard headed as I want to be\n  Me and my entourage, my faculty\n  Crazy like the glue, promethazine and Mountain Dew\n  Sometimes I act my age, sometimes the size of my shoe\n  Right now I'm hella paid, but I used to be broke like you\n  Bankroll overweight from selling weight, wait?\n  Did you say bankroll overweight from pushing weight?\n  Did I? Ignorant ass slap when I skate, slide by\n  Made a whole lotta money from pushing cake, dead right\n  I'm a whole 'nother gr'animal from those\n  Grew up with hella hoes in my clothes, your clothes?\n  Dig in those dirty clothes to come out clean, know what I mean?\n  So I hopped in the yola game and bought a beemer, a triple-beamer?\n  Didn't have no income, but this is the outcome\n  Real life, not a sitcom\n  Hustlers up, busters down\n  Partner this the re-up, not the runaround\n\n  Gorilla in it, killing it\n  Making my presence felt\n  Beating they fucking ass, without the fucking belt\n  Panini a motherfucker, toast him like a patty melt\n  In an old school duster, and I'm doing it by myself\n  I got a proposition legal, not like the others\n  Lets put out bread together and build like the toll brothers\n  The banks denying modifications, foreclosures\n  Short sales, lets turn our money over\n  Invest in a couple of condos, real estate, elevate\n  A couple of years from now you gonna be thanking me, lets celebrate\n  Used to mean mug but now I smile\n  Everyday is a balladay\n  Turning heads just like a owl\n  Direct TV in my Escalade\n\n  I still got the keys so I'm driving it\n  If y'all keep buying it, I'mma keep supplying it\n  Deliver, distribute and whipping and selling these microphone candy bars\n  Nigga did you just say whipping and selling these microphone candy bars?\n  Yee I did\n  I got three phones, that's why I don't ever answer the phone\n  I got three guns, a black one, grey one and a chrome\n  Three homes, that's prolly why I'm never home\n  Three lungs, like Michael Phelps smoke the bong\n  There's three sides to every story: mines yours and the truth\n  Niggas lose their lives every day over a booch\n  Niggas get popped with nines and AKs and caught loose\n  Trying to get their ham and green eggs like Dr. Seuss\n  Bitch!\n\n  We out here getting paper, we trying to have our money\n"},{"id":38300897,"name":"Sell Everything","trackName":"Sell Everything","artistName":"E-40","albumName":"The Block Brochure: Welcome To the Soil (Parts 1, 2 & 3)","duration":271.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Boss moves man, Chess moves man\nUh huh!\nWe out here getting paper, we trying to have our money Pot, pills, heroin, cocaine\nSpeed, crack, crystal, the fast lane\nTrains, boats, beaches and airplanes\nWhat we sell? We sell everything. I'm just as hard headed as I want to be\nMe and my entourage, my faculty\nCrazy like the glue, promethazine and Mountain Dew\nSometimes I act my age, sometimes the size of my shoe\nRight now I'm hella paid, but I used to be broke like you\nBankroll overweight from selling weight, wait?\nDid you say bankroll overweight from pushing weight?\nDid I? Ignorant ass slap when I skate, slide by\nMade a whole lotta money from pushing cake, dead right\nI'm a whole 'nother gr'animal from those\nGrew up with hella hoes in my clothes, your clothes?\nDig in those dirty clothes to come out clean, know what I mean?\nSo I hopped in the yola game and bought a beemer, a triple-beamer?\nDidn't have no income, but this is the outcome\nReal life, not a sitcom\nHustlers up, busters down\nPartner this the re-up, not the runaround\n\nGorilla in it, killing it\nMaking my presence felt\nBeating they fucking ass, without the fucking belt\nPanini a motherfucker, toast him like a patty melt\nIn an old school duster, and I'm doing it by myself\nI got a proposition legal, not like the others\nLets put out bread together and build like the toll brothers\nThe banks denying modifications, foreclosures\nShort sales, lets turn our money over\nInvest in a couple of condos, real estate, elevate\nA couple of years from now you gonna be thanking me, lets celebrate\nUsed to mean mug but now I smile\nEveryday is a balladay\nTurning heads just like a owl\nDirect TV in my Escalade\n\nI still got the keys so I'm driving it\nIf y'all keep buying it, I'mma keep supplying it\nDeliver, distribute and whipping and selling these microphone candy bars\nNigga did you just say whipping and selling these microphone candy bars?\nYee I did\nI got three phones, that's why I don't ever answer the phone\nI got three guns, a black one, grey one and a chrome\nThree homes, that's prolly why I'm never home\nThree lungs, like Michael Phelps smoke the bong\nThere's three sides to every story: mines yours and the truth\nNiggas lose their lives every day over a booch\nNiggas get popped with nines and AKs and caught loose\nTrying to get their ham and green eggs like Dr. Seuss\nBitch!\n\nWe out here getting paper, we trying to have our money","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Sell Everything\n  artist: E-40\n  album: 'The Block Brochure: Welcome To the Soil (Parts 1, 2 & 3)'\n  duration_ms: 270947\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Boss moves man, Chess moves man\n  Uh huh!\n  We out here getting paper, we trying to have our money Pot, pills, heroin, cocaine\n  Speed, crack, crystal, the fast lane\n  Trains, boats, beaches and airplanes\n  What we sell? We sell everything. I'm just as hard headed as I want to be\n  Me and my entourage, my faculty\n  Crazy like the glue, promethazine and Mountain Dew\n  Sometimes I act my age, sometimes the size of my shoe\n  Right now I'm hella paid, but I used to be broke like you\n  Bankroll overweight from selling weight, wait?\n  Did you say bankroll overweight from pushing weight?\n  Did I? Ignorant ass slap when I skate, slide by\n  Made a whole lotta money from pushing cake, dead right\n  I'm a whole 'nother gr'animal from those\n  Grew up with hella hoes in my clothes, your clothes?\n  Dig in those dirty clothes to come out clean, know what I mean?\n  So I hopped in the yola game and bought a beemer, a triple-beamer?\n  Didn't have no income, but this is the outcome\n  Real life, not a sitcom\n  Hustlers up, busters down\n  Partner this the re-up, not the runaround\n\n  Gorilla in it, killing it\n  Making my presence felt\n  Beating they fucking ass, without the fucking belt\n  Panini a motherfucker, toast him like a patty melt\n  In an old school duster, and I'm doing it by myself\n  I got a proposition legal, not like the others\n  Lets put out bread together and build like the toll brothers\n  The banks denying modifications, foreclosures\n  Short sales, lets turn our money over\n  Invest in a couple of condos, real estate, elevate\n  A couple of years from now you gonna be thanking me, lets celebrate\n  Used to mean mug but now I smile\n  Everyday is a balladay\n  Turning heads just like a owl\n  Direct TV in my Escalade\n\n  I still got the keys so I'm driving it\n  If y'all keep buying it, I'mma keep supplying it\n  Deliver, distribute and whipping and selling these microphone candy bars\n  Nigga did you just say whipping and selling these microphone candy bars?\n  Yee I did\n  I got three phones, that's why I don't ever answer the phone\n  I got three guns, a black one, grey one and a chrome\n  Three homes, that's prolly why I'm never home\n  Three lungs, like Michael Phelps smoke the bong\n  There's three sides to every story: mines yours and the truth\n  Niggas lose their lives every day over a booch\n  Niggas get popped with nines and AKs and caught loose\n  Trying to get their ham and green eggs like Dr. Seuss\n  Bitch!\n\n  We out here getting paper, we trying to have our money\n"}]