[{"id":29994970,"name":"This Shit Pound","trackName":"This Shit Pound","artistName":"E-40","albumName":"History: Function & Mob Music (Deluxe Version)","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... Federal\nGame Related, Turn it Up - there they go\nOur shit been poundin all yo life\nMost of y'all niggas, we raised y'all right\nGamed-up hustlers, you ain't no chump\nWe some real OG's, tell 'em where we from\n\nWe some bad motherfuckers\nE-40 and $hort, two brothers from another mother\nWe just laugh at the suckers\nThey hate on real niggas cause they some couch potato hustlers\nTreat the rap game like the dope game\nSubstitute verse licks for the cocaine\nSome of you niggas need to be potty-trained\nI'll beat you with my belt like Pootie Tang\nIt's just another sunny day in the Golden State\nMy other money's made when the hoes get paid\nI keep it in my sock, spend it when I shop\nEverything you want is everything I got\nWhy you stallin, won't you gimme the scratch\nNever ask how a real pimp gets sacks\nWhen you get it from the Bay you just got it like that\nIf you grew up on E-40 and them Short Dog raps, you a mack\n\nYou remember\nwhen you was a lil-ass kid\nin the car seat listenin to some E-40\nMom and daddy bumpin Too $hort\nin the old school\nI know you remember\nYou grew up on that shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: This Shit Pound\n  artist: E-40\n  album: 'History: Function & Mob Music (Deluxe Version)'\n  duration_ms: 238000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  1: E-40]\n  When I entered the world and took my first breath of air\n  The doctor gave me a blunt and a 40 ounce of beer\n  Sat me in the chair, told me to prepare for the worst\n  He said, \"Life can be good and life can stink like a berth\"\n  There's gon' be a lot of back-stabbin and betrayal\n  So always pack a hammer and some nails\n  As I got older I hung around older folk\n  That's why I'm so dope and spit the game I quote\n  I used to practice lookin hard but now I practice bein silent\n  I keep [?], can't let 'em catch me out of pocket\n  Haters'd love to sneak me and try to remove me from Earth\n  But if I find out who's schemin, they gon' get hauled off in a hearse\n  I'd rather be judged by twelve than to be carried by six\n  I said it befo' and I meant it\n  This thing wringin, it's rotten, it's beatin they ass like a belt\n  If you ain't slappin' E-40, you need to slap yourself\n\n  My partner from the V, my nigga from the Town\n  Roll that shit up, nigga, pass it around\n  All in the game like we pitchin off the mound\n  Four in the box and you know that shit pound\n\n  If you don't like it you're a sucker\n  You dont' bump this, you a stupid motherfucker\n  All these years makin all these songs\n  You never heard 'em? 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... Federal\n  Game Related, Turn it Up - there they go\n  Our shit been poundin all yo life\n  Most of y'all niggas, we raised y'all right\n  Gamed-up hustlers, you ain't no chump\n  We some real OG's, tell 'em where we from\n\n  We some bad motherfuckers\n  E-40 and $hort, two brothers from another mother\n  We just laugh at the suckers\n  They hate on real niggas cause they some couch potato hustlers\n  Treat the rap game like the dope game\n  Substitute verse licks for the cocaine\n  Some of you niggas need to be potty-trained\n  I'll beat you with my belt like Pootie Tang\n  It's just another sunny day in the Golden State\n  My other money's made when the hoes get paid\n  I keep it in my sock, spend it when I shop\n  Everything you want is everything I got\n  Why you stallin, won't you gimme the scratch\n  Never ask how a real pimp gets sacks\n  When you get it from the Bay you just got it like that\n  If you grew up on E-40 and them Short Dog raps, you a mack\n\n  You remember\n  when you was a lil-ass kid\n  in the car seat listenin to some E-40\n  Mom and daddy bumpin Too $hort\n  in the old school\n  I know you remember\n  You grew up on that shit\n"},{"id":11134438,"name":"This Shit Pound","trackName":"This Shit Pound","artistName":"E‐40","albumName":"History: Function & Mob 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... Federal\nGame Related, Turn it Up - there they go\nOur shit been poundin all yo life\nMost of y'all niggas, we raised y'all right\nGamed-up hustlers, you ain't no chump\nWe some real OG's, tell 'em where we from\n\nWe some bad motherfuckers\nE-40 and $hort, two brothers from another mother\nWe just laugh at the suckers\nThey hate on real niggas cause they some couch potato hustlers\nTreat the rap game like the dope game\nSubstitute verse licks for the cocaine\nSome of you niggas need to be potty-trained\nI'll beat you with my belt like Pootie Tang\nIt's just another sunny day in the Golden State\nMy other money's made when the hoes get paid\nI keep it in my sock, spend it when I shop\nEverything you want is everything I got\nWhy you stallin, won't you gimme the scratch\nNever ask how a real pimp gets sacks\nWhen you get it from the Bay you just got it like that\nIf you grew up on E-40 and them Short Dog raps, you a mack\n\nYou remember\nwhen you was a lil-ass kid\nin the car seat listenin to some E-40\nMom and daddy bumpin Too $hort\nin the old school\nI know you remember\nYou grew up on that shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: This Shit Pound\n  artist: E‐40\n  album: 'History: Function & Mob Music'\n  duration_ms: 238000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  1: E-40]\n  When I entered the world and took my first breath of air\n  The doctor gave me a blunt and a 40 ounce of beer\n  Sat me in the chair, told me to prepare for the worst\n  He said, \"Life can be good and life can stink like a berth\"\n  There's gon' be a lot of back-stabbin and betrayal\n  So always pack a hammer and some nails\n  As I got older I hung around older folk\n  That's why I'm so dope and spit the game I quote\n  I used to practice lookin hard but now I practice bein silent\n  I keep [?], can't let 'em catch me out of pocket\n  Haters'd love to sneak me and try to remove me from Earth\n  But if I find out who's schemin, they gon' get hauled off in a hearse\n  I'd rather be judged by twelve than to be carried by six\n  I said it befo' and I meant it\n  This thing wringin, it's rotten, it's beatin they ass like a belt\n  If you ain't slappin' E-40, you need to slap yourself\n\n  My partner from the V, my nigga from the Town\n  Roll that shit up, nigga, pass it around\n  All in the game like we pitchin off the mound\n  Four in the box and you know that shit pound\n\n  If you don't like it you're a sucker\n  You dont' bump this, you a stupid motherfucker\n  All these years makin all these songs\n  You never heard 'em? 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... Federal\n  Game Related, Turn it Up - there they go\n  Our shit been poundin all yo life\n  Most of y'all niggas, we raised y'all right\n  Gamed-up hustlers, you ain't no chump\n  We some real OG's, tell 'em where we from\n\n  We some bad motherfuckers\n  E-40 and $hort, two brothers from another mother\n  We just laugh at the suckers\n  They hate on real niggas cause they some couch potato hustlers\n  Treat the rap game like the dope game\n  Substitute verse licks for the cocaine\n  Some of you niggas need to be potty-trained\n  I'll beat you with my belt like Pootie Tang\n  It's just another sunny day in the Golden State\n  My other money's made when the hoes get paid\n  I keep it in my sock, spend it when I shop\n  Everything you want is everything I got\n  Why you stallin, won't you gimme the scratch\n  Never ask how a real pimp gets sacks\n  When you get it from the Bay you just got it like that\n  If you grew up on E-40 and them Short Dog raps, you a mack\n\n  You remember\n  when you was a lil-ass kid\n  in the car seat listenin to some E-40\n  Mom and daddy bumpin Too $hort\n  in the old school\n  I know you remember\n  You grew up on that shit\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... Federal\nGame Related, Turn it Up - there they go\nOur shit been poundin all yo life\nMost of y'all niggas, we raised y'all right\nGamed-up hustlers, you ain't no chump\nWe some real OG's, tell 'em where we from\n\nWe some bad motherfuckers\nE-40 and $hort, two brothers from another mother\nWe just laugh at the suckers\nThey hate on real niggas cause they some couch potato hustlers\nTreat the rap game like the dope game\nSubstitute verse licks for the cocaine\nSome of you niggas need to be potty-trained\nI'll beat you with my belt like Pootie Tang\nIt's just another sunny day in the Golden State\nMy other money's made when the hoes get paid\nI keep it in my sock, spend it when I shop\nEverything you want is everything I got\nWhy you stallin, won't you gimme the scratch\nNever ask how a real pimp gets sacks\nWhen you get it from the Bay you just got it like that\nIf you grew up on E-40 and them Short Dog raps, you a mack\n\nYou remember\nwhen you was a lil-ass kid\nin the car seat listenin to some E-40\nMom and daddy bumpin Too $hort\nin the old school\nI know you remember\nYou grew up on that shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: This Shit Pound\n  artist: E‐40\n  album: 'History: Function Music'\n  duration_ms: 238000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  1: E-40]\n  When I entered the world and took my first breath of air\n  The doctor gave me a blunt and a 40 ounce of beer\n  Sat me in the chair, told me to prepare for the worst\n  He said, \"Life can be good and life can stink like a berth\"\n  There's gon' be a lot of back-stabbin and betrayal\n  So always pack a hammer and some nails\n  As I got older I hung around older folk\n  That's why I'm so dope and spit the game I quote\n  I used to practice lookin hard but now I practice bein silent\n  I keep [?], can't let 'em catch me out of pocket\n  Haters'd love to sneak me and try to remove me from Earth\n  But if I find out who's schemin, they gon' get hauled off in a hearse\n  I'd rather be judged by twelve than to be carried by six\n  I said it befo' and I meant it\n  This thing wringin, it's rotten, it's beatin they ass like a belt\n  If you ain't slappin' E-40, you need to slap yourself\n\n  My partner from the V, my nigga from the Town\n  Roll that shit up, nigga, pass it around\n  All in the game like we pitchin off the mound\n  Four in the box and you know that shit pound\n\n  If you don't like it you're a sucker\n  You dont' bump this, you a stupid motherfucker\n  All these years makin all these songs\n  You never heard 'em? 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... Federal\n  Game Related, Turn it Up - there they go\n  Our shit been poundin all yo life\n  Most of y'all niggas, we raised y'all right\n  Gamed-up hustlers, you ain't no chump\n  We some real OG's, tell 'em where we from\n\n  We some bad motherfuckers\n  E-40 and $hort, two brothers from another mother\n  We just laugh at the suckers\n  They hate on real niggas cause they some couch potato hustlers\n  Treat the rap game like the dope game\n  Substitute verse licks for the cocaine\n  Some of you niggas need to be potty-trained\n  I'll beat you with my belt like Pootie Tang\n  It's just another sunny day in the Golden State\n  My other money's made when the hoes get paid\n  I keep it in my sock, spend it when I shop\n  Everything you want is everything I got\n  Why you stallin, won't you gimme the scratch\n  Never ask how a real pimp gets sacks\n  When you get it from the Bay you just got it like that\n  If you grew up on E-40 and them Short Dog raps, you a mack\n\n  You remember\n  when you was a lil-ass kid\n  in the car seat listenin to some E-40\n  Mom and daddy bumpin Too $hort\n  in the old school\n  I know you remember\n  You grew up on that shit\n"},{"id":34055820,"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... Federal\nGame Related, Turn it Up - there they go\nOur shit been poundin all yo life\nMost of y'all niggas, we raised y'all right\nGamed-up hustlers, you ain't no chump\nWe some real OG's, tell 'em where we from\n\nWe some bad motherfuckers\nE-40 and $hort, two brothers from another mother\nWe just laugh at the suckers\nThey hate on real niggas cause they some couch potato hustlers\nTreat the rap game like the dope game\nSubstitute verse licks for the cocaine\nSome of you niggas need to be potty-trained\nI'll beat you with my belt like Pootie Tang\nIt's just another sunny day in the Golden State\nMy other money's made when the hoes get paid\nI keep it in my sock, spend it when I shop\nEverything you want is everything I got\nWhy you stallin, won't you gimme the scratch\nNever ask how a real pimp gets sacks\nWhen you get it from the Bay you just got it like that\nIf you grew up on E-40 and them Short Dog raps, you a mack\n\nYou remember\nwhen you was a lil-ass kid\nin the car seat listenin to some E-40\nMom and daddy bumpin Too $hort\nin the old school\nI know you remember\nYou grew up on that shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: This Shit Pound\n  artist: E-40\n  album: History - Function Music\n  duration_ms: 238000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  1: E-40]\n  When I entered the world and took my first breath of air\n  The doctor gave me a blunt and a 40 ounce of beer\n  Sat me in the chair, told me to prepare for the worst\n  He said, \"Life can be good and life can stink like a berth\"\n  There's gon' be a lot of back-stabbin and betrayal\n  So always pack a hammer and some nails\n  As I got older I hung around older folk\n  That's why I'm so dope and spit the game I quote\n  I used to practice lookin hard but now I practice bein silent\n  I keep [?], can't let 'em catch me out of pocket\n  Haters'd love to sneak me and try to remove me from Earth\n  But if I find out who's schemin, they gon' get hauled off in a hearse\n  I'd rather be judged by twelve than to be carried by six\n  I said it befo' and I meant it\n  This thing wringin, it's rotten, it's beatin they ass like a belt\n  If you ain't slappin' E-40, you need to slap yourself\n\n  My partner from the V, my nigga from the Town\n  Roll that shit up, nigga, pass it around\n  All in the game like we pitchin off the mound\n  Four in the box and you know that shit pound\n\n  If you don't like it you're a sucker\n  You dont' bump this, you a stupid motherfucker\n  All these years makin all these songs\n  You never heard 'em? 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... Federal\n  Game Related, Turn it Up - there they go\n  Our shit been poundin all yo life\n  Most of y'all niggas, we raised y'all right\n  Gamed-up hustlers, you ain't no chump\n  We some real OG's, tell 'em where we from\n\n  We some bad motherfuckers\n  E-40 and $hort, two brothers from another mother\n  We just laugh at the suckers\n  They hate on real niggas cause they some couch potato hustlers\n  Treat the rap game like the dope game\n  Substitute verse licks for the cocaine\n  Some of you niggas need to be potty-trained\n  I'll beat you with my belt like Pootie Tang\n  It's just another sunny day in the Golden State\n  My other money's made when the hoes get paid\n  I keep it in my sock, spend it when I shop\n  Everything you want is everything I got\n  Why you stallin, won't you gimme the scratch\n  Never ask how a real pimp gets sacks\n  When you get it from the Bay you just got it like that\n  If you grew up on E-40 and them Short Dog raps, you a mack\n\n  You remember\n  when you was a lil-ass kid\n  in the car seat listenin to some E-40\n  Mom and daddy bumpin Too $hort\n  in the old school\n  I know you remember\n  You grew up on that shit\n"},{"id":24720116,"name":"This Shit Pound","trackName":"This Shit Pound","artistName":"E-40, Too $hort","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... Federal\nGame Related, Turn it Up - there they go\nOur shit been poundin all yo life\nMost of y'all niggas, we raised y'all right\nGamed-up hustlers, you ain't no chump\nWe some real OG's, tell 'em where we from\n\nWe some bad motherfuckers\nE-40 and $hort, two brothers from another mother\nWe just laugh at the suckers\nThey hate on real niggas cause they some couch potato hustlers\nTreat the rap game like the dope game\nSubstitute verse licks for the cocaine\nSome of you niggas need to be potty-trained\nI'll beat you with my belt like Pootie Tang\nIt's just another sunny day in the Golden State\nMy other money's made when the hoes get paid\nI keep it in my sock, spend it when I shop\nEverything you want is everything I got\nWhy you stallin, won't you gimme the scratch\nNever ask how a real pimp gets sacks\nWhen you get it from the Bay you just got it like that\nIf you grew up on E-40 and them Short Dog raps, you a mack\n\nYou remember\nwhen you was a lil-ass kid\nin the car seat listenin to some E-40\nMom and daddy bumpin Too $hort\nin the old school\nI know you remember\nYou grew up on that shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: This Shit Pound\n  artist: E-40, Too $hort\n  album: 'History: Function Music'\n  duration_ms: 238000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  1: E-40]\n  When I entered the world and took my first breath of air\n  The doctor gave me a blunt and a 40 ounce of beer\n  Sat me in the chair, told me to prepare for the worst\n  He said, \"Life can be good and life can stink like a berth\"\n  There's gon' be a lot of back-stabbin and betrayal\n  So always pack a hammer and some nails\n  As I got older I hung around older folk\n  That's why I'm so dope and spit the game I quote\n  I used to practice lookin hard but now I practice bein silent\n  I keep [?], can't let 'em catch me out of pocket\n  Haters'd love to sneak me and try to remove me from Earth\n  But if I find out who's schemin, they gon' get hauled off in a hearse\n  I'd rather be judged by twelve than to be carried by six\n  I said it befo' and I meant it\n  This thing wringin, it's rotten, it's beatin they ass like a belt\n  If you ain't slappin' E-40, you need to slap yourself\n\n  My partner from the V, my nigga from the Town\n  Roll that shit up, nigga, pass it around\n  All in the game like we pitchin off the mound\n  Four in the box and you know that shit pound\n\n  If you don't like it you're a sucker\n  You dont' bump this, you a stupid motherfucker\n  All these years makin all these songs\n  You never heard 'em? 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... Federal\n  Game Related, Turn it Up - there they go\n  Our shit been poundin all yo life\n  Most of y'all niggas, we raised y'all right\n  Gamed-up hustlers, you ain't no chump\n  We some real OG's, tell 'em where we from\n\n  We some bad motherfuckers\n  E-40 and $hort, two brothers from another mother\n  We just laugh at the suckers\n  They hate on real niggas cause they some couch potato hustlers\n  Treat the rap game like the dope game\n  Substitute verse licks for the cocaine\n  Some of you niggas need to be potty-trained\n  I'll beat you with my belt like Pootie Tang\n  It's just another sunny day in the Golden State\n  My other money's made when the hoes get paid\n  I keep it in my sock, spend it when I shop\n  Everything you want is everything I got\n  Why you stallin, won't you gimme the scratch\n  Never ask how a real pimp gets sacks\n  When you get it from the Bay you just got it like that\n  If you grew up on E-40 and them Short Dog raps, you a mack\n\n  You remember\n  when you was a lil-ass kid\n  in the car seat listenin to some E-40\n  Mom and daddy bumpin Too $hort\n  in the old school\n  I know you remember\n  You grew up on that shit\n"},{"id":25042720,"name":"This Shit Pound (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... Federal\nGame Related, Turn it Up - there they go\nOur shit been poundin all yo life\nMost of y'all niggas, we raised y'all right\nGamed-up hustlers, you ain't no chump\nWe some real OG's, tell 'em where we from\n\nWe some bad motherfuckers\nE-40 and $hort, two brothers from another mother\nWe just laugh at the suckers\nThey hate on real niggas cause they some couch potato hustlers\nTreat the rap game like the dope game\nSubstitute verse licks for the cocaine\nSome of you niggas need to be potty-trained\nI'll beat you with my belt like Pootie Tang\nIt's just another sunny day in the Golden State\nMy other money's made when the hoes get paid\nI keep it in my sock, spend it when I shop\nEverything you want is everything I got\nWhy you stallin, won't you gimme the scratch\nNever ask how a real pimp gets sacks\nWhen you get it from the Bay you just got it like that\nIf you grew up on E-40 and them Short Dog raps, you a mack\n\nYou remember\nwhen you was a lil-ass kid\nin the car seat listenin to some E-40\nMom and daddy bumpin Too $hort\nin the old school\nI know you remember\nYou grew up on that shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: This Shit Pound (feat. 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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... Federal\n  Game Related, Turn it Up - there they go\n  Our shit been poundin all yo life\n  Most of y'all niggas, we raised y'all right\n  Gamed-up hustlers, you ain't no chump\n  We some real OG's, tell 'em where we from\n\n  We some bad motherfuckers\n  E-40 and $hort, two brothers from another mother\n  We just laugh at the suckers\n  They hate on real niggas cause they some couch potato hustlers\n  Treat the rap game like the dope game\n  Substitute verse licks for the cocaine\n  Some of you niggas need to be potty-trained\n  I'll beat you with my belt like Pootie Tang\n  It's just another sunny day in the Golden State\n  My other money's made when the hoes get paid\n  I keep it in my sock, spend it when I shop\n  Everything you want is everything I got\n  Why you stallin, won't you gimme the scratch\n  Never ask how a real pimp gets sacks\n  When you get it from the Bay you just got it like that\n  If you grew up on E-40 and them Short Dog raps, you a mack\n\n  You remember\n  when you was a lil-ass kid\n  in the car seat listenin to some E-40\n  Mom and daddy bumpin Too $hort\n  in the old school\n  I know you remember\n  You grew up on that shit\n"},{"id":12641222,"name":"This Shit Pound (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... Federal\nGame Related, Turn it Up - there they go\nOur shit been poundin all yo life\nMost of y'all niggas, we raised y'all right\nGamed-up hustlers, you ain't no chump\nWe some real OG's, tell 'em where we from\n\nWe some bad motherfuckers\nE-40 and $hort, two brothers from another mother\nWe just laugh at the suckers\nThey hate on real niggas cause they some couch potato hustlers\nTreat the rap game like the dope game\nSubstitute verse licks for the cocaine\nSome of you niggas need to be potty-trained\nI'll beat you with my belt like Pootie Tang\nIt's just another sunny day in the Golden State\nMy other money's made when the hoes get paid\nI keep it in my sock, spend it when I shop\nEverything you want is everything I got\nWhy you stallin, won't you gimme the scratch\nNever ask how a real pimp gets sacks\nWhen you get it from the Bay you just got it like that\nIf you grew up on E-40 and them Short Dog raps, you a mack\n\nYou remember\nwhen you was a lil-ass kid\nin the car seat listenin to some E-40\nMom and daddy bumpin Too $hort\nin the old school\nI know you remember\nYou grew up on that shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: This Shit Pound (feat. 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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... Federal\n  Game Related, Turn it Up - there they go\n  Our shit been poundin all yo life\n  Most of y'all niggas, we raised y'all right\n  Gamed-up hustlers, you ain't no chump\n  We some real OG's, tell 'em where we from\n\n  We some bad motherfuckers\n  E-40 and $hort, two brothers from another mother\n  We just laugh at the suckers\n  They hate on real niggas cause they some couch potato hustlers\n  Treat the rap game like the dope game\n  Substitute verse licks for the cocaine\n  Some of you niggas need to be potty-trained\n  I'll beat you with my belt like Pootie Tang\n  It's just another sunny day in the Golden State\n  My other money's made when the hoes get paid\n  I keep it in my sock, spend it when I shop\n  Everything you want is everything I got\n  Why you stallin, won't you gimme the scratch\n  Never ask how a real pimp gets sacks\n  When you get it from the Bay you just got it like that\n  If you grew up on E-40 and them Short Dog raps, you a mack\n\n  You remember\n  when you was a lil-ass kid\n  in the car seat listenin to some E-40\n  Mom and daddy bumpin Too $hort\n  in the old school\n  I know you remember\n  You grew up on that shit\n"},{"id":38715378,"name":"This Shit Pound Ft. 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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... Federal\nGame Related, Turn it Up - there they go\nOur shit been poundin all yo life\nMost of y'all niggas, we raised y'all right\nGamed-up hustlers, you ain't no chump\nWe some real OG's, tell 'em where we from\n\nWe some bad motherfuckers\nE-40 and $hort, two brothers from another mother\nWe just laugh at the suckers\nThey hate on real niggas cause they some couch potato hustlers\nTreat the rap game like the dope game\nSubstitute verse licks for the cocaine\nSome of you niggas need to be potty-trained\nI'll beat you with my belt like Pootie Tang\nIt's just another sunny day in the Golden State\nMy other money's made when the hoes get paid\nI keep it in my sock, spend it when I shop\nEverything you want is everything I got\nWhy you stallin, won't you gimme the scratch\nNever ask how a real pimp gets sacks\nWhen you get it from the Bay you just got it like that\nIf you grew up on E-40 and them Short Dog raps, you a mack\n\nYou remember\nwhen you was a lil-ass kid\nin the car seat listenin to some E-40\nMom and daddy bumpin Too $hort\nin the old school\nI know you remember\nYou grew up on that shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: This Shit Pound Ft. 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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... Federal\n  Game Related, Turn it Up - there they go\n  Our shit been poundin all yo life\n  Most of y'all niggas, we raised y'all right\n  Gamed-up hustlers, you ain't no chump\n  We some real OG's, tell 'em where we from\n\n  We some bad motherfuckers\n  E-40 and $hort, two brothers from another mother\n  We just laugh at the suckers\n  They hate on real niggas cause they some couch potato hustlers\n  Treat the rap game like the dope game\n  Substitute verse licks for the cocaine\n  Some of you niggas need to be potty-trained\n  I'll beat you with my belt like Pootie Tang\n  It's just another sunny day in the Golden State\n  My other money's made when the hoes get paid\n  I keep it in my sock, spend it when I shop\n  Everything you want is everything I got\n  Why you stallin, won't you gimme the scratch\n  Never ask how a real pimp gets sacks\n  When you get it from the Bay you just got it like that\n  If you grew up on E-40 and them Short Dog raps, you a mack\n\n  You remember\n  when you was a lil-ass kid\n  in the car seat listenin to some E-40\n  Mom and daddy bumpin Too $hort\n  in the old school\n  I know you remember\n  You grew up on that shit\n"},{"id":11134436,"name":"This Shit Pound","trackName":"This Shit Pound","artistName":"E‐40 and Too $hort","albumName":"History: Function & Mob 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... Federal\nGame Related, Turn it Up - there they go\nOur shit been poundin all yo life\nMost of y'all niggas, we raised y'all right\nGamed-up hustlers, you ain't no chump\nWe some real OG's, tell 'em where we from\n\nWe some bad motherfuckers\nE-40 and $hort, two brothers from another mother\nWe just laugh at the suckers\nThey hate on real niggas cause they some couch potato hustlers\nTreat the rap game like the dope game\nSubstitute verse licks for the cocaine\nSome of you niggas need to be potty-trained\nI'll beat you with my belt like Pootie Tang\nIt's just another sunny day in the Golden State\nMy other money's made when the hoes get paid\nI keep it in my sock, spend it when I shop\nEverything you want is everything I got\nWhy you stallin, won't you gimme the scratch\nNever ask how a real pimp gets sacks\nWhen you get it from the Bay you just got it like that\nIf you grew up on E-40 and them Short Dog raps, you a mack\n\nYou remember\nwhen you was a lil-ass kid\nin the car seat listenin to some E-40\nMom and daddy bumpin Too $hort\nin the old school\nI know you remember\nYou grew up on that shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: This Shit Pound\n  artist: E‐40 and Too $hort\n  album: 'History: Function & Mob Music'\n  duration_ms: 238000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  1: E-40]\n  When I entered the world and took my first breath of air\n  The doctor gave me a blunt and a 40 ounce of beer\n  Sat me in the chair, told me to prepare for the worst\n  He said, \"Life can be good and life can stink like a berth\"\n  There's gon' be a lot of back-stabbin and betrayal\n  So always pack a hammer and some nails\n  As I got older I hung around older folk\n  That's why I'm so dope and spit the game I quote\n  I used to practice lookin hard but now I practice bein silent\n  I keep [?], can't let 'em catch me out of pocket\n  Haters'd love to sneak me and try to remove me from Earth\n  But if I find out who's schemin, they gon' get hauled off in a hearse\n  I'd rather be judged by twelve than to be carried by six\n  I said it befo' and I meant it\n  This thing wringin, it's rotten, it's beatin they ass like a belt\n  If you ain't slappin' E-40, you need to slap yourself\n\n  My partner from the V, my nigga from the Town\n  Roll that shit up, nigga, pass it around\n  All in the game like we pitchin off the mound\n  Four in the box and you know that shit pound\n\n  If you don't like it you're a sucker\n  You dont' bump this, you a stupid motherfucker\n  All these years makin all these songs\n  You never heard 'em? 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... Federal\n  Game Related, Turn it Up - there they go\n  Our shit been poundin all yo life\n  Most of y'all niggas, we raised y'all right\n  Gamed-up hustlers, you ain't no chump\n  We some real OG's, tell 'em where we from\n\n  We some bad motherfuckers\n  E-40 and $hort, two brothers from another mother\n  We just laugh at the suckers\n  They hate on real niggas cause they some couch potato hustlers\n  Treat the rap game like the dope game\n  Substitute verse licks for the cocaine\n  Some of you niggas need to be potty-trained\n  I'll beat you with my belt like Pootie Tang\n  It's just another sunny day in the Golden State\n  My other money's made when the hoes get paid\n  I keep it in my sock, spend it when I shop\n  Everything you want is everything I got\n  Why you stallin, won't you gimme the scratch\n  Never ask how a real pimp gets sacks\n  When you get it from the Bay you just got it like that\n  If you grew up on E-40 and them Short Dog raps, you a mack\n\n  You remember\n  when you was a lil-ass kid\n  in the car seat listenin to some E-40\n  Mom and daddy bumpin Too $hort\n  in the old school\n  I know you remember\n  You grew up on that shit\n"},{"id":35126035,"name":"This Shit Pound","trackName":"This Shit Pound","artistName":"E‐40; Too $hort; Stressmatic","albumName":"History: Function Music","duration":238.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"When 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... Federal\nGame Related, Turn it Up - there they go\nOur shit been poundin all yo life\nMost of y'all niggas, we raised y'all right\nGamed-up hustlers, you ain't no chump\nWe some real OG's, tell 'em where we from\n\nWe some bad motherfuckers\nE-40 and $hort, two brothers from another mother\nWe just laugh at the suckers\nThey hate on real niggas cause they some couch potato hustlers\nTreat the rap game like the dope game\nSubstitute verse licks for the cocaine\nSome of you niggas need to be potty-trained\nI'll beat you with my belt like Pootie Tang\nIt's just another sunny day in the Golden State\nMy other money's made when the hoes get paid\nI keep it in my sock, spend it when I shop\nEverything you want is everything I got\nWhy you stallin, won't you gimme the scratch\nNever ask how a real pimp gets sacks\nWhen you get it from the Bay you just got it like that\nIf you grew up on E-40 and them Short Dog raps, you a mack\n\nYou remember\nwhen you was a lil-ass kid\nin the car seat listenin to some E-40\nMom and daddy bumpin Too $hort\nin the old school\nI know you remember\nYou grew up on that shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: This Shit Pound\n  artist: E‐40; Too $hort; Stressmatic\n  album: 'History: Function Music'\n  duration_ms: 238000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  When I entered the world and took my first breath of air\n  The doctor gave me a blunt and a 40 ounce of beer\n  Sat me in the chair, told me to prepare for the worst\n  He said, \"Life can be good and life can stink like a berth\"\n  There's gon' be a lot of back-stabbin and betrayal\n  So always pack a hammer and some nails\n  As I got older I hung around older folk\n  That's why I'm so dope and spit the game I quote\n  I used to practice lookin hard but now I practice bein silent\n  I keep [?], can't let 'em catch me out of pocket\n  Haters'd love to sneak me and try to remove me from Earth\n  But if I find out who's schemin, they gon' get hauled off in a hearse\n  I'd rather be judged by twelve than to be carried by six\n  I said it befo' and I meant it\n  This thing wringin, it's rotten, it's beatin they ass like a belt\n  If you ain't slappin' E-40, you need to slap yourself\n\n  My partner from the V, my nigga from the Town\n  Roll that shit up, nigga, pass it around\n  All in the game like we pitchin off the mound\n  Four in the box and you know that shit pound\n\n  If you don't like it you're a sucker\n  You dont' bump this, you a stupid motherfucker\n  All these years makin all these songs\n  You never heard 'em? 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... Federal\n  Game Related, Turn it Up - there they go\n  Our shit been poundin all yo life\n  Most of y'all niggas, we raised y'all right\n  Gamed-up hustlers, you ain't no chump\n  We some real OG's, tell 'em where we from\n\n  We some bad motherfuckers\n  E-40 and $hort, two brothers from another mother\n  We just laugh at the suckers\n  They hate on real niggas cause they some couch potato hustlers\n  Treat the rap game like the dope game\n  Substitute verse licks for the cocaine\n  Some of you niggas need to be potty-trained\n  I'll beat you with my belt like Pootie Tang\n  It's just another sunny day in the Golden State\n  My other money's made when the hoes get paid\n  I keep it in my sock, spend it when I shop\n  Everything you want is everything I got\n  Why you stallin, won't you gimme the scratch\n  Never ask how a real pimp gets sacks\n  When you get it from the Bay you just got it like that\n  If you grew up on E-40 and them Short Dog raps, you a mack\n\n  You remember\n  when you was a lil-ass kid\n  in the car seat listenin to some E-40\n  Mom and daddy bumpin Too $hort\n  in the old school\n  I know you remember\n  You grew up on that shit\n"},{"id":10716372,"name":"This Shit Pound","trackName":"This Shit Pound","artistName":"E‐40 & Too $hort 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... Federal\nGame Related, Turn it Up - there they go\nOur shit been poundin all yo life\nMost of y'all niggas, we raised y'all right\nGamed-up hustlers, you ain't no chump\nWe some real OG's, tell 'em where we from\n\nWe some bad motherfuckers\nE-40 and $hort, two brothers from another mother\nWe just laugh at the suckers\nThey hate on real niggas cause they some couch potato hustlers\nTreat the rap game like the dope game\nSubstitute verse licks for the cocaine\nSome of you niggas need to be potty-trained\nI'll beat you with my belt like Pootie Tang\nIt's just another sunny day in the Golden State\nMy other money's made when the hoes get paid\nI keep it in my sock, spend it when I shop\nEverything you want is everything I got\nWhy you stallin, won't you gimme the scratch\nNever ask how a real pimp gets sacks\nWhen you get it from the Bay you just got it like that\nIf you grew up on E-40 and them Short Dog raps, you a mack\n\nYou remember\nwhen you was a lil-ass kid\nin the car seat listenin to some E-40\nMom and daddy bumpin Too $hort\nin the old school\nI know you remember\nYou grew up on that shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: This Shit Pound\n  artist: E‐40 & Too $hort feat. 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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... Federal\n  Game Related, Turn it Up - there they go\n  Our shit been poundin all yo life\n  Most of y'all niggas, we raised y'all right\n  Gamed-up hustlers, you ain't no chump\n  We some real OG's, tell 'em where we from\n\n  We some bad motherfuckers\n  E-40 and $hort, two brothers from another mother\n  We just laugh at the suckers\n  They hate on real niggas cause they some couch potato hustlers\n  Treat the rap game like the dope game\n  Substitute verse licks for the cocaine\n  Some of you niggas need to be potty-trained\n  I'll beat you with my belt like Pootie Tang\n  It's just another sunny day in the Golden State\n  My other money's made when the hoes get paid\n  I keep it in my sock, spend it when I shop\n  Everything you want is everything I got\n  Why you stallin, won't you gimme the scratch\n  Never ask how a real pimp gets sacks\n  When you get it from the Bay you just got it like that\n  If you grew up on E-40 and them Short Dog raps, you a mack\n\n  You remember\n  when you was a lil-ass kid\n  in the car seat listenin to some E-40\n  Mom and daddy bumpin Too $hort\n  in the old school\n  I know you remember\n  You grew up on that shit\n"},{"id":11778515,"name":"This Shit Pound","trackName":"This Shit Pound","artistName":"E‐40 & Too Short 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... Federal\nGame Related, Turn it Up - there they go\nOur shit been poundin all yo life\nMost of y'all niggas, we raised y'all right\nGamed-up hustlers, you ain't no chump\nWe some real OG's, tell 'em where we from\n\nWe some bad motherfuckers\nE-40 and $hort, two brothers from another mother\nWe just laugh at the suckers\nThey hate on real niggas cause they some couch potato hustlers\nTreat the rap game like the dope game\nSubstitute verse licks for the cocaine\nSome of you niggas need to be potty-trained\nI'll beat you with my belt like Pootie Tang\nIt's just another sunny day in the Golden State\nMy other money's made when the hoes get paid\nI keep it in my sock, spend it when I shop\nEverything you want is everything I got\nWhy you stallin, won't you gimme the scratch\nNever ask how a real pimp gets sacks\nWhen you get it from the Bay you just got it like that\nIf you grew up on E-40 and them Short Dog raps, you a mack\n\nYou remember\nwhen you was a lil-ass kid\nin the car seat listenin to some E-40\nMom and daddy bumpin Too $hort\nin the old school\nI know you remember\nYou grew up on that shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: This Shit Pound\n  artist: E‐40 & Too Short feat. 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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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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... Federal\nGame Related, Turn it Up - there they go\nOur shit been poundin all yo life\nMost of y'all niggas, we raised y'all right\nGamed-up hustlers, you ain't no chump\nWe some real OG's, tell 'em where we from\n\nWe some bad motherfuckers\nE-40 and $hort, two brothers from another mother\nWe just laugh at the suckers\nThey hate on real niggas cause they some couch potato hustlers\nTreat the rap game like the dope game\nSubstitute verse licks for the cocaine\nSome of you niggas need to be potty-trained\nI'll beat you with my belt like Pootie Tang\nIt's just another sunny day in the Golden State\nMy other money's made when the hoes get paid\nI keep it in my sock, spend it when I shop\nEverything you want is everything I got\nWhy you stallin, won't you gimme the scratch\nNever ask how a real pimp gets sacks\nWhen you get it from the Bay you just got it like that\nIf you grew up on E-40 and them Short Dog raps, you a mack\n\nYou remember\nwhen you was a lil-ass kid\nin the car seat listenin to some E-40\nMom and daddy bumpin Too $hort\nin the old school\nI know you remember\nYou grew up on that shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: This Shit Pound (feat. 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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... Federal\n  Game Related, Turn it Up - there they go\n  Our shit been poundin all yo life\n  Most of y'all niggas, we raised y'all right\n  Gamed-up hustlers, you ain't no chump\n  We some real OG's, tell 'em where we from\n\n  We some bad motherfuckers\n  E-40 and $hort, two brothers from another mother\n  We just laugh at the suckers\n  They hate on real niggas cause they some couch potato hustlers\n  Treat the rap game like the dope game\n  Substitute verse licks for the cocaine\n  Some of you niggas need to be potty-trained\n  I'll beat you with my belt like Pootie Tang\n  It's just another sunny day in the Golden State\n  My other money's made when the hoes get paid\n  I keep it in my sock, spend it when I shop\n  Everything you want is everything I got\n  Why you stallin, won't you gimme the scratch\n  Never ask how a real pimp gets sacks\n  When you get it from the Bay you just got it like that\n  If you grew up on E-40 and them Short Dog raps, you a mack\n\n  You remember\n  when you was a lil-ass kid\n  in the car seat listenin to some E-40\n  Mom and daddy bumpin Too $hort\n  in the old school\n  I know you remember\n  You grew up on that shit\n"},{"id":16657528,"name":"This Shit Pound (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... Federal\nGame Related, Turn it Up - there they go\nOur shit been poundin all yo life\nMost of y'all niggas, we raised y'all right\nGamed-up hustlers, you ain't no chump\nWe some real OG's, tell 'em where we from\n\nWe some bad motherfuckers\nE-40 and $hort, two brothers from another mother\nWe just laugh at the suckers\nThey hate on real niggas cause they some couch potato hustlers\nTreat the rap game like the dope game\nSubstitute verse licks for the cocaine\nSome of you niggas need to be potty-trained\nI'll beat you with my belt like Pootie Tang\nIt's just another sunny day in the Golden State\nMy other money's made when the hoes get paid\nI keep it in my sock, spend it when I shop\nEverything you want is everything I got\nWhy you stallin, won't you gimme the scratch\nNever ask how a real pimp gets sacks\nWhen you get it from the Bay you just got it like that\nIf you grew up on E-40 and them Short Dog raps, you a mack\n\nYou remember\nwhen you was a lil-ass kid\nin the car seat listenin to some E-40\nMom and daddy bumpin Too $hort\nin the old school\nI know you remember\nYou grew up on that shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: This Shit Pound (feat. 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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... Federal\n  Game Related, Turn it Up - there they go\n  Our shit been poundin all yo life\n  Most of y'all niggas, we raised y'all right\n  Gamed-up hustlers, you ain't no chump\n  We some real OG's, tell 'em where we from\n\n  We some bad motherfuckers\n  E-40 and $hort, two brothers from another mother\n  We just laugh at the suckers\n  They hate on real niggas cause they some couch potato hustlers\n  Treat the rap game like the dope game\n  Substitute verse licks for the cocaine\n  Some of you niggas need to be potty-trained\n  I'll beat you with my belt like Pootie Tang\n  It's just another sunny day in the Golden State\n  My other money's made when the hoes get paid\n  I keep it in my sock, spend it when I shop\n  Everything you want is everything I got\n  Why you stallin, won't you gimme the scratch\n  Never ask how a real pimp gets sacks\n  When you get it from the Bay you just got it like that\n  If you grew up on E-40 and them Short Dog raps, you a mack\n\n  You remember\n  when you was a lil-ass kid\n  in the car seat listenin to some E-40\n  Mom and daddy bumpin Too $hort\n  in the old school\n  I know you remember\n  You grew up on that shit\n"},{"id":34980318,"name":"This Shit Pound (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... Federal\nGame Related, Turn it Up - there they go\nOur shit been poundin all yo life\nMost of y'all niggas, we raised y'all right\nGamed-up hustlers, you ain't no chump\nWe some real OG's, tell 'em where we from\n\nWe some bad motherfuckers\nE-40 and $hort, two brothers from another mother\nWe just laugh at the suckers\nThey hate on real niggas cause they some couch potato hustlers\nTreat the rap game like the dope game\nSubstitute verse licks for the cocaine\nSome of you niggas need to be potty-trained\nI'll beat you with my belt like Pootie Tang\nIt's just another sunny day in the Golden State\nMy other money's made when the hoes get paid\nI keep it in my sock, spend it when I shop\nEverything you want is everything I got\nWhy you stallin, won't you gimme the scratch\nNever ask how a real pimp gets sacks\nWhen you get it from the Bay you just got it like that\nIf you grew up on E-40 and them Short Dog raps, you a mack\n\nYou remember\nwhen you was a lil-ass kid\nin the car seat listenin to some E-40\nMom and daddy bumpin Too $hort\nin the old school\nI know you remember\nYou grew up on that shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: This Shit Pound (feat. 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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... Federal\n  Game Related, Turn it Up - there they go\n  Our shit been poundin all yo life\n  Most of y'all niggas, we raised y'all right\n  Gamed-up hustlers, you ain't no chump\n  We some real OG's, tell 'em where we from\n\n  We some bad motherfuckers\n  E-40 and $hort, two brothers from another mother\n  We just laugh at the suckers\n  They hate on real niggas cause they some couch potato hustlers\n  Treat the rap game like the dope game\n  Substitute verse licks for the cocaine\n  Some of you niggas need to be potty-trained\n  I'll beat you with my belt like Pootie Tang\n  It's just another sunny day in the Golden State\n  My other money's made when the hoes get paid\n  I keep it in my sock, spend it when I shop\n  Everything you want is everything I got\n  Why you stallin, won't you gimme the scratch\n  Never ask how a real pimp gets sacks\n  When you get it from the Bay you just got it like that\n  If you grew up on E-40 and them Short Dog raps, you a mack\n\n  You remember\n  when you was a lil-ass kid\n  in the car seat listenin to some E-40\n  Mom and daddy bumpin Too $hort\n  in the old school\n  I know you remember\n  You grew up on that shit\n"},{"id":34105958,"name":"This Shit Pound (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... Federal\nGame Related, Turn it Up - there they go\nOur shit been poundin all yo life\nMost of y'all niggas, we raised y'all right\nGamed-up hustlers, you ain't no chump\nWe some real OG's, tell 'em where we from\n\nWe some bad motherfuckers\nE-40 and $hort, two brothers from another mother\nWe just laugh at the suckers\nThey hate on real niggas cause they some couch potato hustlers\nTreat the rap game like the dope game\nSubstitute verse licks for the cocaine\nSome of you niggas need to be potty-trained\nI'll beat you with my belt like Pootie Tang\nIt's just another sunny day in the Golden State\nMy other money's made when the hoes get paid\nI keep it in my sock, spend it when I shop\nEverything you want is everything I got\nWhy you stallin, won't you gimme the scratch\nNever ask how a real pimp gets sacks\nWhen you get it from the Bay you just got it like that\nIf you grew up on E-40 and them Short Dog raps, you a mack\n\nYou remember\nwhen you was a lil-ass kid\nin the car seat listenin to some E-40\nMom and daddy bumpin Too $hort\nin the old school\nI know you remember\nYou grew up on that shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: This Shit Pound (feat. 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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... Federal\n  Game Related, Turn it Up - there they go\n  Our shit been poundin all yo life\n  Most of y'all niggas, we raised y'all right\n  Gamed-up hustlers, you ain't no chump\n  We some real OG's, tell 'em where we from\n\n  We some bad motherfuckers\n  E-40 and $hort, two brothers from another mother\n  We just laugh at the suckers\n  They hate on real niggas cause they some couch potato hustlers\n  Treat the rap game like the dope game\n  Substitute verse licks for the cocaine\n  Some of you niggas need to be potty-trained\n  I'll beat you with my belt like Pootie Tang\n  It's just another sunny day in the Golden State\n  My other money's made when the hoes get paid\n  I keep it in my sock, spend it when I shop\n  Everything you want is everything I got\n  Why you stallin, won't you gimme the scratch\n  Never ask how a real pimp gets sacks\n  When you get it from the Bay you just got it like that\n  If you grew up on E-40 and them Short Dog raps, you a mack\n\n  You remember\n  when you was a lil-ass kid\n  in the car seat listenin to some E-40\n  Mom and daddy bumpin Too $hort\n  in the old school\n  I know you remember\n  You grew up on that shit\n"},{"id":22011369,"name":"This Shit Pound (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... Federal\nGame Related, Turn it Up - there they go\nOur shit been poundin all yo life\nMost of y'all niggas, we raised y'all right\nGamed-up hustlers, you ain't no chump\nWe some real OG's, tell 'em where we from\n\nWe some bad motherfuckers\nE-40 and $hort, two brothers from another mother\nWe just laugh at the suckers\nThey hate on real niggas cause they some couch potato hustlers\nTreat the rap game like the dope game\nSubstitute verse licks for the cocaine\nSome of you niggas need to be potty-trained\nI'll beat you with my belt like Pootie Tang\nIt's just another sunny day in the Golden State\nMy other money's made when the hoes get paid\nI keep it in my sock, spend it when I shop\nEverything you want is everything I got\nWhy you stallin, won't you gimme the scratch\nNever ask how a real pimp gets sacks\nWhen you get it from the Bay you just got it like that\nIf you grew up on E-40 and them Short Dog raps, you a mack\n\nYou remember\nwhen you was a lil-ass kid\nin the car seat listenin to some E-40\nMom and daddy bumpin Too $hort\nin the old school\nI know you remember\nYou grew up on that shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: This Shit Pound (feat. Stresmatic)\n  artist: E-40, Too $hort, Stresmatic\n  album: 'History: Function & Mob Music'\n  duration_ms: 237936\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  When I entered the world and took my first breath of air\n  The doctor gave me a blunt and a 40 ounce of beer\n  Sat me in the chair, told me to prepare for the worst\n  He said, \"Life can be good and life can stink like a berth\"\n  There's gon' be a lot of back-stabbin and betrayal\n  So always pack a hammer and some nails\n  As I got older I hung around older folk\n  That's why I'm so dope and spit the game I quote\n  I used to practice lookin hard but now I practice bein silent\n  I keep [?], can't let 'em catch me out of pocket\n  Haters'd love to sneak me and try to remove me from Earth\n  But if I find out who's schemin, they gon' get hauled off in a hearse\n  I'd rather be judged by twelve than to be carried by six\n  I said it befo' and I meant it\n  This thing wringin, it's rotten, it's beatin they ass like a belt\n  If you ain't slappin' E-40, you need to slap yourself\n\n  My partner from the V, my nigga from the Town\n  Roll that shit up, nigga, pass it around\n  All in the game like we pitchin off the mound\n  Four in the box and you know that shit pound\n\n  If you don't like it you're a sucker\n  You dont' bump this, you a stupid motherfucker\n  All these years makin all these songs\n  You never heard 'em? 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... Federal\n  Game Related, Turn it Up - there they go\n  Our shit been poundin all yo life\n  Most of y'all niggas, we raised y'all right\n  Gamed-up hustlers, you ain't no chump\n  We some real OG's, tell 'em where we from\n\n  We some bad motherfuckers\n  E-40 and $hort, two brothers from another mother\n  We just laugh at the suckers\n  They hate on real niggas cause they some couch potato hustlers\n  Treat the rap game like the dope game\n  Substitute verse licks for the cocaine\n  Some of you niggas need to be potty-trained\n  I'll beat you with my belt like Pootie Tang\n  It's just another sunny day in the Golden State\n  My other money's made when the hoes get paid\n  I keep it in my sock, spend it when I shop\n  Everything you want is everything I got\n  Why you stallin, won't you gimme the scratch\n  Never ask how a real pimp gets sacks\n  When you get it from the Bay you just got it like that\n  If you grew up on E-40 and them Short Dog raps, you a mack\n\n  You remember\n  when you was a lil-ass kid\n  in the car seat listenin to some E-40\n  Mom and daddy bumpin Too $hort\n  in the old school\n  I know you remember\n  You grew up on that shit\n"}]