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Get your money, don't let it change you\nAnd don't trust shit -- even the devil was an angel","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.01]Showtime, yeah (Rap City, baby)\n[00:03.75]It's Black Entertainment Television, baby\n[00:05.54]Gangsta Grillz, you bastards (Best of both)\n[00:10.48]Gangsta Gri-Zillz\n[00:11.95]Chrome thing on me, chrome on the Lotus\n[00:15.09]I don't trust a motherfucking soul and you know this\n[00:17.73]'Cause all these niggas be having is ulterior motives\n[00:20.68]It be the ones closest to you that hit you the lowest\n[00:23.93]That's why you gotta watch niggas like BET\n[00:27.18]Little stupid niggas, they ain't got they GED\n[00:30.35]But they'll do anything for a fee\n[00:33.23]And damn near anything for a ki'\n[00:36.07]Yeah, so I keep 'em in my rearview\n[00:38.68]You acting like you ready to die (Be prepared to)\n[00:41.55]They gon' think you had a deal with Nike how I'ma Air you\n[00:44.56]Coming through, knocking that black rod (I dare you)\n[00:47.96]Yeah, I'll send flowers to your wake\n[00:50.15](I'll park a hundred and six bullets in your face)\n[00:53.76]I got a bunch of Roxies and freeze with me\n[00:56.42]I even gotta watch the niggas that be with me\n[00:59.79]Gotta watch niggas, BET\n[01:02.43]You gotta watch niggas, BET\n[01:05.25]Friends at a distance, enemies close\n[01:07.64]Sometimes the ones you call friends be who envy the most\n[01:10.78]Look, you gotta watch niggas, BET\n[01:14.33]You gotta watch niggas, BET\n[01:17.03]Friends at a distance, enemies close\n[01:19.45]Sometimes the ones you call friends be who envy the most\n[01:23.20]You gotta watch niggas, BET\n[01:26.18]And keep your gun every day, I got my GED\n[01:28.97]Everything's believable, anything's possible\n[01:31.82]Don't take it from me, ask the niggas in the hospital (Hold up)\n[01:35.43]You holding up your right hand on the stand (Hold up)\n[01:38.32]And then you put your right hand in the can\n[01:41.11]Friends like that, who needs enemies?\n[01:43.79]I'm fucking successful, I do breed enemies\n[01:46.91]Talking all that fly shit lead to gunplay\n[01:50.03]Tear your ass apart, rip the runway\n[01:52.77]I ain't with none of the sucker shit that they be with\n[01:55.75]Want you to pick 'em up all the time, that's baby shit\n[01:58.62]That's why when I breeze past, I'm with a broad\n[02:01.52]That reminds you of Freeze ass at the awards\n[02:04.48]My advice, get your money, don't let it change you\n[02:07.29]And don't trust shit, even the devil was an angel\n[02:10.80]Gotta watch niggas, BET\n[02:13.63]You gotta watch niggas, BET\n[02:16.27]Friends at a distance, enemies close\n[02:18.76]Sometimes the ones you call friends be who envy the most\n[02:21.99]Look, you gotta watch niggas, BET\n[02:25.42]You gotta watch niggas, BET\n[02:28.18]Friends at a distance, enemies close\n[02:30.58]Sometimes the ones you call friends be who envy the most\n[02:33.67]You niggas is comedy, man\n[02:33.67]Comedy\n[02:33.73]Don't watch me, watch me on TV\n[02:38.64]Rest in peace","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: B.E.T.\n  artist: Fabolous\n  album: 'There Is No Competition 3: Death Comes in 3''s'\n  duration_ms: 165000\n  instrumental: false\n  language: en\nlines:\n- text: Showtime, yeah (Rap City, baby)\n  start_ms: 1010\n  end_ms: 3610\n  words:\n  - 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(I got love)\nAnd all the homies round up, throw the pound up\nKurupt out to show y'all how to strut like what (I got love)\nPros - they adore me, I keep all pros lookin for me\nAlive to tell this story, and I\nAnd who am I, be the agostra Gotti\nSinatra sloss sling, soldiers\n\n(Nate Dogg)\nCap-tain Save\nCaptain Save A, Hooker cuz she hangin on me\nShe can't hang\nShe can't hang cuz, I ain't lookin for a wifey\nJust in-case\nJust incase I, better take a weapon with me\nWhen these hoes\nWhen these hoes get clever, down for whatever\nIf she stress me some more\nI'll leave the heffer down in the street\n\n(B.R.E.T.T.)\n(I got love) For chucktailors and Converse\nC'mere let's con-verse, I mean where you heard those words first\n(I got blunts) . My niggaz put in hard work\nTwenty four hours and packs go like front work\n(I got love) Crips and Bloods, chick who'll split'cha mugs\nSame bitches that strip for bucks\n(Got no love) For half these dudes spittin\nOther half don't live it see. I talk about it bitch\n(I got slugs) Play Brutus, Popeye your ass, reach for my spinach\nYou see how I'm eatin contenders\n(I'm grown up) Y'all children, I'm more original\nmore lyrical, plus dogg.\n(I got hugs) For fans wavin they hands, repeatin my sentence\nMy times now, eat when I'm finished\n(As for y'all) You? You oppose no threat\nGot your chick hollering B.R.E.T.T.!\n\n(Nate Dogg)\nI got love\nI got game cuz, the game was given to me\nSay my name\nSay my name cuz, ain't nobody tighter than me\nGive it up\nGive it up if, you like the way I'm rockin this beat\nI don't know\nKnow nothin better, chasin my cheddar\nIf you ain't lovin the boy, you ain't never listened to me","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Got Love (feat. Fabolous, B.R.E.T.T., Kurupt) (Remix)\n  artist: Nate Dogg, B.R.E.T.T., Fabolous, Kurupt\n  album: Music and Me\n  duration_ms: 240168\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (feat. Fabolous, B.R.E.T.T., Kurupt)\n\n  Intro: Nate Dogg (Kurupt)\n\n  I got love\n  (Yeah for all y'all unaware)\n  (Kurupt!)Fab-u-lous\n  (Smash through, do whatcha do, and whatcha want to)\n  Gang-sta Nate\n  (Nate Dogg, remix with Bink)\n  (Doin what we wanna...)\n  Young Got-ti\n\n  (Fabolous)\n  Ok, that's right, Ghetto! (F-A-B)\n  With the D-O double G, three fo' bubblies\n  Three fo dubs and trees\n  Chinky eyes, B-Low double G's\n  Hit three fo' clubs and breeze\n  The tree flow double trees\n  Don't speak, the deez host publicly\n  Dee low rubber knees, ski-o's double D's\n  Don't know what these broads trouble grief\n  For these roll double V's, please no slugs to squeeze\n  (F-A-B) Told you I'm a rider, but you can thank the green\n  For the gangsta lean, when I roll through in a rider\n  You lookin at a \"coast to coast G\"\n  I got love, but I still stash the toaster closely\n  We bailin on police rides, cuz Nate\n  Got some sticky so strong you could smell it on the Eastside\n  Please believe it, believe it please\n  You gon' see arms come out, like sleeveless T's\n\n  (Nate Dogg)\n  I got love\n  I got love for, my homies who be rollin with me\n  Play no games\n  Play no games cuz, ain't nobody playin with me\n  I got love\n  I got love for, my niggaz on my family tree\n  Down with the ghetto, down for whatever\n  If you was down before then you still gon' be down with me\n\n  (Kurupt)\n  Format ya doormat\n  Stomp and stampede on emcees like doormats (Yeah)\n  Contriceptic, unload and get swallowed like anestheptic\n  Step up and accept it\n  You wanna see the shells shift\n  Wiggle ya torso or make ya bottom or ya hips slip\n  like a slick disc and twist\n  Buster boy Bobby, sockin all y'all is a hobby\n  Got 'em loungin in the lobby\n  Automatic tacts automatically cause tragedies and catastrophies\n  Suckers! (I got love)\n  And all the homies round up, throw the pound up\n  Kurupt out to show y'all how to strut like what (I got love)\n  Pros - they adore me, I keep all pros lookin for me\n  Alive to tell this story, and I\n  And who am I, be the agostra Gotti\n  Sinatra sloss sling, soldiers\n\n  (Nate Dogg)\n  Cap-tain Save\n  Captain Save A, Hooker cuz she hangin on me\n  She can't hang\n  She can't hang cuz, I ain't lookin for a wifey\n  Just in-case\n  Just incase I, better take a weapon with me\n  When these hoes\n  When these hoes get clever, down for whatever\n  If she stress me some more\n  I'll leave the heffer down in the street\n\n  (B.R.E.T.T.)\n  (I got love) For chucktailors and Converse\n  C'mere let's con-verse, I mean where you heard those words first\n  (I got blunts) . My niggaz put in hard work\n  Twenty four hours and packs go like front work\n  (I got love) Crips and Bloods, chick who'll split'cha mugs\n  Same bitches that strip for bucks\n  (Got no love) For half these dudes spittin\n  Other half don't live it see. I talk about it bitch\n  (I got slugs) Play Brutus, Popeye your ass, reach for my spinach\n  You see how I'm eatin contenders\n  (I'm grown up) Y'all children, I'm more original\n  more lyrical, plus dogg.\n  (I got hugs) For fans wavin they hands, repeatin my sentence\n  My times now, eat when I'm finished\n  (As for y'all) You? You oppose no threat\n  Got your chick hollering B.R.E.T.T.!\n\n  (Nate Dogg)\n  I got love\n  I got game cuz, the game was given to me\n  Say my name\n  Say my name cuz, ain't nobody tighter than me\n  Give it up\n  Give it up if, you like the way I'm rockin this beat\n  I don't know\n  Know nothin better, chasin my cheddar\n  If you ain't lovin the boy, you ain't never listened to me\n"},{"id":7476525,"name":"I Got Love (feat. Fabolous, B.R.E.T.T. & Kurupt) [Remix]","trackName":"I Got Love (feat. Fabolous, B.R.E.T.T. & Kurupt) [Remix]","artistName":"Nate Dogg feat. Fabolous, B.R.E.T.T. & Kurupt","albumName":"Music and Me","duration":240.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Feat. Fabolous, B.R.E.T.T., Kurupt)\n\nIntro: Nate Dogg (Kurupt)\n\nI got love\n(Yeah for all y'all unaware)\n(Kurupt!)Fab-u-lous\n(Smash through, do whatcha do, and whatcha want to)\nGang-sta Nate\n(Nate Dogg, remix with Bink)\n(Doin what we wanna...)\nYoung Got-ti\n\n(Fabolous)\nOk, that's right, Ghetto! (F-A-B)\nWith the D-O double G, three fo' bubblies\nThree fo dubs and trees\nChinky eyes, B-Low double G's\nHit three fo' clubs and breeze\nThe tree flow double trees\nDon't speak, the deez host publicly\nDee low rubber knees, ski-o's double D's\nDon't know what these broads trouble grief\nFor these roll double V's, please no slugs to squeeze\n(F-A-B) Told you I'm a rider, but you can thank the green\nFor the gangsta lean, when I roll through in a rider\nYou lookin at a \"coast to coast G\"\nI got love, but I still stash the toaster closely\nWe bailin on police rides, cuz Nate\nGot some sticky so strong you could smell it on the Eastside\nPlease believe it, believe it please\nYou gon' see arms come out, like sleeveless T's\n\n(Nate Dogg)\nI got love\nI got love for, my homies who be rollin with me\nPlay no games\nPlay no games cuz, ain't nobody playin with me\nI got love\nI got love for, my niggaz on my family tree\nDown with the ghetto, down for whatever\nIf you was down before then you still gon' be down with me\n\n(Kurupt)\nFormat ya doormat\nStomp and stampede on emcees like doormats (Yeah)\nContriceptic, unload and get swallowed like anestheptic\nStep up and accept it\nYou wanna see the shells shift\nWiggle ya torso or make ya bottom or ya hips slip\nLike a slick disc and twist\nBuster boy Bobby, sockin all y'all is a hobby\nGot 'em loungin in the lobby\nAutomatic tacts automatically cause tragedies and catastrophies\nSuckers! (I got love)\nAnd all the homies round up, throw the pound up\nKurupt out to show y'all how to strut like what (I got love)\nPros - they adore me, I keep all pros lookin for me\nAlive to tell this story, and I\nAnd who am I, be the agostra Gotti\nSinatra sloss sling, soldiers\n\n(Nate Dogg)\nCap-tain Save\nCaptain Save A, Hooker cuz she hangin on me\nShe can't hang\nShe can't hang cuz, I ain't lookin for a wifey\nJust in-case\nJust incase I, better take a weapon with me\nWhen these hoes\nWhen these hoes get clever, down for whatever\nIf she stress me some more\nI'll leave the heffer down in the street\n\n(B.R.E.T.T.)\n(I got love) For chucktailors and Converse\nC'mere let's con-verse, I mean where you heard those words first\n(I got blunts) . My niggaz put in hard work\nTwenty four hours and packs go like front work\n(I got love) Crips and Bloods, chick who'll split'cha mugs\nSame bitches that strip for bucks\n(Got no love) For half these dudes spittin\nOther half don't live it see. I talk about it bitch\n(I got slugs) Play Brutus, Popeye your ass, reach for my spinach\nYou see how I'm eatin contenders\n(I'm grown up) Y'all children, I'm more original\nMore lyrical, plus dogg.\n(I got hugs) For fans wavin they hands, repeatin my sentence\nMy times now, eat when I'm finished\n(As for y'all) You? You oppose no threat\nGot your chick hollering B.R.E.T.T.!\n\n(Nate Dogg)\nI got love\nI got game cuz, the game was given to me\nSay my name\nSay my name cuz, ain't nobody tighter than me\nGive it up\nGive it up if, you like the way I'm rockin this beat\nI don't know\nKnow nothin better, chasin my cheddar\nIf you ain't lovin the boy, you ain't never listened to me","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Got Love (feat. Fabolous, B.R.E.T.T. & Kurupt) [Remix]\n  artist: Nate Dogg feat. Fabolous, B.R.E.T.T. & Kurupt\n  album: Music and Me\n  duration_ms: 240000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Feat. Fabolous, B.R.E.T.T., Kurupt)\n\n  Intro: Nate Dogg (Kurupt)\n\n  I got love\n  (Yeah for all y'all unaware)\n  (Kurupt!)Fab-u-lous\n  (Smash through, do whatcha do, and whatcha want to)\n  Gang-sta Nate\n  (Nate Dogg, remix with Bink)\n  (Doin what we wanna...)\n  Young Got-ti\n\n  (Fabolous)\n  Ok, that's right, Ghetto! (F-A-B)\n  With the D-O double G, three fo' bubblies\n  Three fo dubs and trees\n  Chinky eyes, B-Low double G's\n  Hit three fo' clubs and breeze\n  The tree flow double trees\n  Don't speak, the deez host publicly\n  Dee low rubber knees, ski-o's double D's\n  Don't know what these broads trouble grief\n  For these roll double V's, please no slugs to squeeze\n  (F-A-B) Told you I'm a rider, but you can thank the green\n  For the gangsta lean, when I roll through in a rider\n  You lookin at a \"coast to coast G\"\n  I got love, but I still stash the toaster closely\n  We bailin on police rides, cuz Nate\n  Got some sticky so strong you could smell it on the Eastside\n  Please believe it, believe it please\n  You gon' see arms come out, like sleeveless T's\n\n  (Nate Dogg)\n  I got love\n  I got love for, my homies who be rollin with me\n  Play no games\n  Play no games cuz, ain't nobody playin with me\n  I got love\n  I got love for, my niggaz on my family tree\n  Down with the ghetto, down for whatever\n  If you was down before then you still gon' be down with me\n\n  (Kurupt)\n  Format ya doormat\n  Stomp and stampede on emcees like doormats (Yeah)\n  Contriceptic, unload and get swallowed like anestheptic\n  Step up and accept it\n  You wanna see the shells shift\n  Wiggle ya torso or make ya bottom or ya hips slip\n  Like a slick disc and twist\n  Buster boy Bobby, sockin all y'all is a hobby\n  Got 'em loungin in the lobby\n  Automatic tacts automatically cause tragedies and catastrophies\n  Suckers! (I got love)\n  And all the homies round up, throw the pound up\n  Kurupt out to show y'all how to strut like what (I got love)\n  Pros - they adore me, I keep all pros lookin for me\n  Alive to tell this story, and I\n  And who am I, be the agostra Gotti\n  Sinatra sloss sling, soldiers\n\n  (Nate Dogg)\n  Cap-tain Save\n  Captain Save A, Hooker cuz she hangin on me\n  She can't hang\n  She can't hang cuz, I ain't lookin for a wifey\n  Just in-case\n  Just incase I, better take a weapon with me\n  When these hoes\n  When these hoes get clever, down for whatever\n  If she stress me some more\n  I'll leave the heffer down in the street\n\n  (B.R.E.T.T.)\n  (I got love) For chucktailors and Converse\n  C'mere let's con-verse, I mean where you heard those words first\n  (I got blunts) . My niggaz put in hard work\n  Twenty four hours and packs go like front work\n  (I got love) Crips and Bloods, chick who'll split'cha mugs\n  Same bitches that strip for bucks\n  (Got no love) For half these dudes spittin\n  Other half don't live it see. I talk about it bitch\n  (I got slugs) Play Brutus, Popeye your ass, reach for my spinach\n  You see how I'm eatin contenders\n  (I'm grown up) Y'all children, I'm more original\n  More lyrical, plus dogg.\n  (I got hugs) For fans wavin they hands, repeatin my sentence\n  My times now, eat when I'm finished\n  (As for y'all) You? You oppose no threat\n  Got your chick hollering B.R.E.T.T.!\n\n  (Nate Dogg)\n  I got love\n  I got game cuz, the game was given to me\n  Say my name\n  Say my name cuz, ain't nobody tighter than me\n  Give it up\n  Give it up if, you like the way I'm rockin this beat\n  I don't know\n  Know nothin better, chasin my cheddar\n  If you ain't lovin the boy, you ain't never listened to me\n"},{"id":18246998,"name":"B.E.T","trackName":"B.E.T","artistName":"Fabolous, Jadakiss, Styles P","albumName":"There Is No Competition: Death Comes In 3s","duration":165.4073469,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Chrome thing on me, chrome on the Lotus\nI don't trust a motherfucking soul, and you know this\nCause all these niggas be having is ulterior motives\nIt be the ones closest to you that hit you the lowest\nThat's why you gotta watch niggas like B.E.T\nLittle stupid niggas, they ain't got their G.E.D\nBut they'll do anything for a fee\nAnd damn near anything for a key\nYeah, so I keep em in my rearview\nYou acting like you ready to die\n\nBe prepared to\n\nThey gonna think you had a deal with Nike, I'm air you\nComing through, knocking that Black Rob\n\nI dare you, yeah\n\nI'll send flowers to your wake\n\nI'll park a hundred and six bullets in your face\n\nI got a bunch of Rocsi's and Frees with me\nI even gotta watch the niggas that be with me\n\nGotta watch niggas, B.E.T\nYou gotta watch niggas, B.E.T\nFriends at a distance, enemies close\nSometimes the ones you call friends be who envy the most\n\nYou gotta watch niggas, B.E.T\nYou keep your gun every day, I got my G.E.D\nEverything's believable, anything's possible\nDon't take it from me, ask the niggas in the hospital\nYou holding up your right hand on the stand\nAnd then you put your right hand in the can\nFriends like that, who needs enemies?\nI'm fucking successful, it do breed enemies\nTalking all that fly shit lead to gunplay\nTear your ass apart, rip the runway\nI ain't with none of the sucker shit that they be with\nWant you to pick em up all the time, that's baby shit\nThat's why when I breeze past, I'm with a broad\nThat reminds you of Free's ass at the Awards\nMy advice? Get your money, don't let it change you\nAnd don't trust shit -- even the devil was an angel","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: B.E.T\n  artist: Fabolous, Jadakiss, Styles P\n  album: 'There Is No Competition: Death Comes In 3s'\n  duration_ms: 165407\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Chrome thing on me, chrome on the Lotus\n  I don't trust a motherfucking soul, and you know this\n  Cause all these niggas be having is ulterior motives\n  It be the ones closest to you that hit you the lowest\n  That's why you gotta watch niggas like B.E.T\n  Little stupid niggas, they ain't got their G.E.D\n  But they'll do anything for a fee\n  And damn near anything for a key\n  Yeah, so I keep em in my rearview\n  You acting like you ready to die\n\n  Be prepared to\n\n  They gonna think you had a deal with Nike, I'm air you\n  Coming through, knocking that Black Rob\n\n  I dare you, yeah\n\n  I'll send flowers to your wake\n\n  I'll park a hundred and six bullets in your face\n\n  I got a bunch of Rocsi's and Frees with me\n  I even gotta watch the niggas that be with me\n\n  Gotta watch niggas, B.E.T\n  You gotta watch niggas, B.E.T\n  Friends at a distance, enemies close\n  Sometimes the ones you call friends be who envy the most\n\n  You gotta watch niggas, B.E.T\n  You keep your gun every day, I got my G.E.D\n  Everything's believable, anything's possible\n  Don't take it from me, ask the niggas in the hospital\n  You holding up your right hand on the stand\n  And then you put your right hand in the can\n  Friends like that, who needs enemies?\n  I'm fucking successful, it do breed enemies\n  Talking all that fly shit lead to gunplay\n  Tear your ass apart, rip the runway\n  I ain't with none of the sucker shit that they be with\n  Want you to pick em up all the time, that's baby shit\n  That's why when I breeze past, I'm with a broad\n  That reminds you of Free's ass at the Awards\n  My advice? 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Get your money, don't let it change you\n  And don't trust shit -- even the devil was an angel\n"},{"id":13655635,"name":"B.E.T feat Jadakiss & Styles P","trackName":"B.E.T feat Jadakiss & Styles P","artistName":"Fabolous","albumName":"There Is No Competition 3 (Hosted by DJ Drama)","duration":165.438792,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Chrome thing on me, chrome on the Lotus\nI don't trust a motherfucking soul, and you know this\nCause all these niggas be having is ulterior motives\nIt be the ones closest to you that hit you the lowest\nThat's why you gotta watch niggas like B.E.T\nLittle stupid niggas, they ain't got their G.E.D\nBut they'll do anything for a fee\nAnd damn near anything for a key\nYeah, so I keep em in my rearview\nYou acting like you ready to die\n\nBe prepared to\n\nThey gonna think you had a deal with Nike, I'm air you\nComing through, knocking that Black Rob\n\nI dare you, yeah\n\nI'll send flowers to your wake\n\nI'll park a hundred and six bullets in your face\n\nI got a bunch of Rocsi's and Frees with me\nI even gotta watch the niggas that be with me\n\nGotta watch niggas, B.E.T\nYou gotta watch niggas, B.E.T\nFriends at a distance, enemies close\nSometimes the ones you call friends be who envy the most\n\nYou gotta watch niggas, B.E.T\nYou keep your gun every day, I got my G.E.D\nEverything's believable, anything's possible\nDon't take it from me, ask the niggas in the hospital\nYou holding up your right hand on the stand\nAnd then you put your right hand in the can\nFriends like that, who needs enemies?\nI'm fucking successful, it do breed enemies\nTalking all that fly shit lead to gunplay\nTear your ass apart, rip the runway\nI ain't with none of the sucker shit that they be with\nWant you to pick em up all the time, that's baby shit\nThat's why when I breeze past, I'm with a broad\nThat reminds you of Free's ass at the Awards\nMy advice? Get your money, don't let it change you\nAnd don't trust shit -- even the devil was an angel","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: B.E.T feat Jadakiss & Styles P\n  artist: Fabolous\n  album: There Is No Competition 3 (Hosted by DJ Drama)\n  duration_ms: 165439\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Chrome thing on me, chrome on the Lotus\n  I don't trust a motherfucking soul, and you know this\n  Cause all these niggas be having is ulterior motives\n  It be the ones closest to you that hit you the lowest\n  That's why you gotta watch niggas like B.E.T\n  Little stupid niggas, they ain't got their G.E.D\n  But they'll do anything for a fee\n  And damn near anything for a key\n  Yeah, so I keep em in my rearview\n  You acting like you ready to die\n\n  Be prepared to\n\n  They gonna think you had a deal with Nike, I'm air you\n  Coming through, knocking that Black Rob\n\n  I dare you, yeah\n\n  I'll send flowers to your wake\n\n  I'll park a hundred and six bullets in your face\n\n  I got a bunch of Rocsi's and Frees with me\n  I even gotta watch the niggas that be with me\n\n  Gotta watch niggas, B.E.T\n  You gotta watch niggas, B.E.T\n  Friends at a distance, enemies close\n  Sometimes the ones you call friends be who envy the most\n\n  You gotta watch niggas, B.E.T\n  You keep your gun every day, I got my G.E.D\n  Everything's believable, anything's possible\n  Don't take it from me, ask the niggas in the hospital\n  You holding up your right hand on the stand\n  And then you put your right hand in the can\n  Friends like that, who needs enemies?\n  I'm fucking successful, it do breed enemies\n  Talking all that fly shit lead to gunplay\n  Tear your ass apart, rip the runway\n  I ain't with none of the sucker shit that they be with\n  Want you to pick em up all the time, that's baby shit\n  That's why when I breeze past, I'm with a broad\n  That reminds you of Free's ass at the Awards\n  My advice? Get your money, don't let it change you\n  And don't trust shit -- even the devil was an angel\n"},{"id":15550280,"name":"B.e.t ft Fabolous & Jadakiss","trackName":"B.e.t ft Fabolous & Jadakiss","artistName":"Styles P","albumName":"Ghost Protocol","duration":165.4112,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Chrome thing on me, chrome on the Lotus\nI don't trust a motherfucking soul, and you know this\nCause all these niggas be having is ulterior motives\nIt be the ones closest to you that hit you the lowest\nThat's why you gotta watch niggas like B.E.T\nLittle stupid niggas, they ain't got their G.E.D\nBut they'll do anything for a fee\nAnd damn near anything for a key\nYeah, so I keep em in my rearview\nYou acting like you ready to die\n\nBe prepared to\n\nThey gonna think you had a deal with Nike, I'm air you\nComing through, knocking that Black Rob\n\nI dare you, yeah\n\nI'll send flowers to your wake\n\nI'll park a hundred and six bullets in your face\n\nI got a bunch of Rocsi's and Frees with me\nI even gotta watch the niggas that be with me\n\nGotta watch niggas, B.E.T\nYou gotta watch niggas, B.E.T\nFriends at a distance, enemies close\nSometimes the ones you call friends be who envy the most\n\nYou gotta watch niggas, B.E.T\nYou keep your gun every day, I got my G.E.D\nEverything's believable, anything's possible\nDon't take it from me, ask the niggas in the hospital\nYou holding up your right hand on the stand\nAnd then you put your right hand in the can\nFriends like that, who needs enemies?\nI'm fucking successful, it do breed enemies\nTalking all that fly shit lead to gunplay\nTear your ass apart, rip the runway\nI ain't with none of the sucker shit that they be with\nWant you to pick em up all the time, that's baby shit\nThat's why when I breeze past, I'm with a broad\nThat reminds you of Free's ass at the Awards\nMy advice? Get your money, don't let it change you\nAnd don't trust shit -- even the devil was an angel","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: B.e.t ft Fabolous & Jadakiss\n  artist: Styles P\n  album: Ghost Protocol\n  duration_ms: 165411\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Chrome thing on me, chrome on the Lotus\n  I don't trust a motherfucking soul, and you know this\n  Cause all these niggas be having is ulterior motives\n  It be the ones closest to you that hit you the lowest\n  That's why you gotta watch niggas like B.E.T\n  Little stupid niggas, they ain't got their G.E.D\n  But they'll do anything for a fee\n  And damn near anything for a key\n  Yeah, so I keep em in my rearview\n  You acting like you ready to die\n\n  Be prepared to\n\n  They gonna think you had a deal with Nike, I'm air you\n  Coming through, knocking that Black Rob\n\n  I dare you, yeah\n\n  I'll send flowers to your wake\n\n  I'll park a hundred and six bullets in your face\n\n  I got a bunch of Rocsi's and Frees with me\n  I even gotta watch the niggas that be with me\n\n  Gotta watch niggas, B.E.T\n  You gotta watch niggas, B.E.T\n  Friends at a distance, enemies close\n  Sometimes the ones you call friends be who envy the most\n\n  You gotta watch niggas, B.E.T\n  You keep your gun every day, I got my G.E.D\n  Everything's believable, anything's possible\n  Don't take it from me, ask the niggas in the hospital\n  You holding up your right hand on the stand\n  And then you put your right hand in the can\n  Friends like that, who needs enemies?\n  I'm fucking successful, it do breed enemies\n  Talking all that fly shit lead to gunplay\n  Tear your ass apart, rip the runway\n  I ain't with none of the sucker shit that they be with\n  Want you to pick em up all the time, that's baby shit\n  That's why when I breeze past, I'm with a broad\n  That reminds you of Free's ass at the Awards\n  My advice? Get your money, don't let it change you\n  And don't trust shit -- even the devil was an angel\n"},{"id":6820029,"name":"I Got Love [Remix] (Feat. Fabolous, B.R.E.T.T. & Kurupt)","trackName":"I Got Love [Remix] (Feat. Fabolous, B.R.E.T.T. & Kurupt)","artistName":"Nate Dogg","albumName":"Music & Me","duration":240.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nate Dogg (Kurupt)\n\nI got love\n(Yeah for all y'all unaware)\n(Kurupt!)Fab-u-lous\n(Smash through, do whatcha do, and whatcha want to)\nGang-sta Nate\n(Nate Dogg, remix with Bink)\n(Doin what we wanna...)\nYoung Got-ti\n\nOk, that's right, Ghetto! (F-A-B)\nWith the D-O double G, three fo' bubblies\nThree fo dubs and trees\nChinky eyes, B-Low double G's\nHit three fo' clubs and breeze\nThe tree flow double trees\nDon't speak, the deez host publicly\nDee low rubber knees, ski-o's double D's\nDon't know what these broads trouble grief\nFor these roll double V's, please no slugs to squeeze\n(F-A-B) Told you I'm a rider, but you can thank the green\nFor the gangsta lean, when I roll through in a rider\nYou lookin at a \"coast to coast G\"\nI got love, but I still stash the toaster closely\nWe bailin on police rides, cuz Nate\nGot some sticky so strong you could smell it on the Eastside\nPlease believe it, believe it please\nYou gon' see arms come out, like sleeveless T's\n\nI got love\nI got love for, my homies who be rollin with me\nPlay no games\nPlay no games cuz, ain't nobody playin with me\nI got love\nI got love for, my niggas on my family tree\nDown with the ghetto, down for whatever\nIf you was down before then you still gon' be down with me\n\nFormat ya doormat\nStomp and stampede on emcees like doormats (Yeah)\nContriceptic, unload and get swallowed like anestheptic\nStep up and accept it\nYou wanna see the shells shift\nWiggle ya torso or make ya bottom or ya hips slip\nLike a slick disc and twist\nBuster boy Bobby, sockin all y'all is a hobby\nGot 'em loungin in the lobby\nAutomatic tacts automatically cause tragedies and catastrophies\nSuckers! (I got love)\nAnd all the homies round up, throw the pound up\nKurupt out to show y'all how to strut like what (I got love)\nPros - they adore me, I keep all pros lookin for me\nAlive to tell this story, and I\nAnd who am I, be the agostra Gotti\nSinatra sloss sling, soldiers\n\nCap-tain Save\nCaptain Save A, Hooker cuz she hangin on me\nShe can't hang\nShe can't hang cuz, I ain't lookin for a wifey\nJust in-case\nJust incase I, better take a weapon with me\nWhen these hoes\nWhen these hoes get clever, down for whatever\nIf she stress me some more\nI'll leave the heffer down in the street\n\n(I got love) For chucktailors and Converse\nC'mere let's con-verse, I mean where you heard those words first\n(I got blunts) . My niggas put in hard work\nTwenty four hours and packs go like front work\n(I got love) Crips and Bloods, chick who'll split'cha mugs\nSame bitches that strip for bucks\n(Got no love) For half these dudes spittin\nOther half don't live it see. I talk about it bitch\n(I got slugs) Play Brutus, Popeye your ass, reach for my spinach\nYou see how I'm eatin contenders\n(I'm grown up) Y'all children, I'm more original\nMore lyrical, plus dogg.\n(I got hugs) For fans wavin they hands, repeatin my sentence\nMy times now, eat when I'm finished\n(As for y'all) You?? You oppose no threat\nGot your chick hollering B.R.E.T.T.!\n\nI got love\nI got game cuz, the game was given to me\nSay my name\nSay my name cuz, ain't nobody tighter than me\nGive it up\nGive it up if, you like the way I'm rockin this beat\nI don't know\nKnow nothin better, chasin my cheddar\nIf you ain't lovin the boy, you ain't never listened to me","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Got Love [Remix] (Feat. Fabolous, B.R.E.T.T. & Kurupt)\n  artist: Nate Dogg\n  album: Music & Me\n  duration_ms: 240000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Nate Dogg (Kurupt)\n\n  I got love\n  (Yeah for all y'all unaware)\n  (Kurupt!)Fab-u-lous\n  (Smash through, do whatcha do, and whatcha want to)\n  Gang-sta Nate\n  (Nate Dogg, remix with Bink)\n  (Doin what we wanna...)\n  Young Got-ti\n\n  Ok, that's right, Ghetto! (F-A-B)\n  With the D-O double G, three fo' bubblies\n  Three fo dubs and trees\n  Chinky eyes, B-Low double G's\n  Hit three fo' clubs and breeze\n  The tree flow double trees\n  Don't speak, the deez host publicly\n  Dee low rubber knees, ski-o's double D's\n  Don't know what these broads trouble grief\n  For these roll double V's, please no slugs to squeeze\n  (F-A-B) Told you I'm a rider, but you can thank the green\n  For the gangsta lean, when I roll through in a rider\n  You lookin at a \"coast to coast G\"\n  I got love, but I still stash the toaster closely\n  We bailin on police rides, cuz Nate\n  Got some sticky so strong you could smell it on the Eastside\n  Please believe it, believe it please\n  You gon' see arms come out, like sleeveless T's\n\n  I got love\n  I got love for, my homies who be rollin with me\n  Play no games\n  Play no games cuz, ain't nobody playin with me\n  I got love\n  I got love for, my niggas on my family tree\n  Down with the ghetto, down for whatever\n  If you was down before then you still gon' be down with me\n\n  Format ya doormat\n  Stomp and stampede on emcees like doormats (Yeah)\n  Contriceptic, unload and get swallowed like anestheptic\n  Step up and accept it\n  You wanna see the shells shift\n  Wiggle ya torso or make ya bottom or ya hips slip\n  Like a slick disc and twist\n  Buster boy Bobby, sockin all y'all is a hobby\n  Got 'em loungin in the lobby\n  Automatic tacts automatically cause tragedies and catastrophies\n  Suckers! (I got love)\n  And all the homies round up, throw the pound up\n  Kurupt out to show y'all how to strut like what (I got love)\n  Pros - they adore me, I keep all pros lookin for me\n  Alive to tell this story, and I\n  And who am I, be the agostra Gotti\n  Sinatra sloss sling, soldiers\n\n  Cap-tain Save\n  Captain Save A, Hooker cuz she hangin on me\n  She can't hang\n  She can't hang cuz, I ain't lookin for a wifey\n  Just in-case\n  Just incase I, better take a weapon with me\n  When these hoes\n  When these hoes get clever, down for whatever\n  If she stress me some more\n  I'll leave the heffer down in the street\n\n  (I got love) For chucktailors and Converse\n  C'mere let's con-verse, I mean where you heard those words first\n  (I got blunts) . My niggas put in hard work\n  Twenty four hours and packs go like front work\n  (I got love) Crips and Bloods, chick who'll split'cha mugs\n  Same bitches that strip for bucks\n  (Got no love) For half these dudes spittin\n  Other half don't live it see. I talk about it bitch\n  (I got slugs) Play Brutus, Popeye your ass, reach for my spinach\n  You see how I'm eatin contenders\n  (I'm grown up) Y'all children, I'm more original\n  More lyrical, plus dogg.\n  (I got hugs) For fans wavin they hands, repeatin my sentence\n  My times now, eat when I'm finished\n  (As for y'all) You?? You oppose no threat\n  Got your chick hollering B.R.E.T.T.!\n\n  I got love\n  I got game cuz, the game was given to me\n  Say my name\n  Say my name cuz, ain't nobody tighter than me\n  Give it up\n  Give it up if, you like the way I'm rockin this beat\n  I don't know\n  Know nothin better, chasin my cheddar\n  If you ain't lovin the boy, you ain't never listened to me\n"},{"id":9370186,"name":"I Got Love (feat. Fabolous, B.R.E.T.T., Kurupt) (Remix)","trackName":"I Got Love (feat. Fabolous, B.R.E.T.T., Kurupt) (Remix)","artistName":"Nate Dogg","albumName":"Music and Me","duration":240.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nate Dogg (Kurupt)\n\nI got love\n(Yeah for all y'all unaware)\n(Kurupt!)Fab-u-lous\n(Smash through, do whatcha do, and whatcha want to)\nGang-sta Nate\n(Nate Dogg, remix with Bink)\n(Doin what we wanna...)\nYoung Got-ti\n\nOk, that's right, Ghetto! (F-A-B)\nWith the D-O double G, three fo' bubblies\nThree fo dubs and trees\nChinky eyes, B-Low double G's\nHit three fo' clubs and breeze\nThe tree flow double trees\nDon't speak, the deez host publicly\nDee low rubber knees, ski-o's double D's\nDon't know what these broads trouble grief\nFor these roll double V's, please no slugs to squeeze\n(F-A-B) Told you I'm a rider, but you can thank the green\nFor the gangsta lean, when I roll through in a rider\nYou lookin at a \"coast to coast G\"\nI got love, but I still stash the toaster closely\nWe bailin on police rides, cuz Nate\nGot some sticky so strong you could smell it on the Eastside\nPlease believe it, believe it please\nYou gon' see arms come out, like sleeveless T's\n\nI got love\nI got love for, my homies who be rollin with me\nPlay no games\nPlay no games cuz, ain't nobody playin with me\nI got love\nI got love for, my niggas on my family tree\nDown with the ghetto, down for whatever\nIf you was down before then you still gon' be down with me\n\nFormat ya doormat\nStomp and stampede on emcees like doormats (Yeah)\nContriceptic, unload and get swallowed like anestheptic\nStep up and accept it\nYou wanna see the shells shift\nWiggle ya torso or make ya bottom or ya hips slip\nLike a slick disc and twist\nBuster boy Bobby, sockin all y'all is a hobby\nGot 'em loungin in the lobby\nAutomatic tacts automatically cause tragedies and catastrophies\nSuckers! (I got love)\nAnd all the homies round up, throw the pound up\nKurupt out to show y'all how to strut like what (I got love)\nPros - they adore me, I keep all pros lookin for me\nAlive to tell this story, and I\nAnd who am I, be the agostra Gotti\nSinatra sloss sling, soldiers\n\nCap-tain Save\nCaptain Save A, Hooker cuz she hangin on me\nShe can't hang\nShe can't hang cuz, I ain't lookin for a wifey\nJust in-case\nJust incase I, better take a weapon with me\nWhen these hoes\nWhen these hoes get clever, down for whatever\nIf she stress me some more\nI'll leave the heffer down in the street\n\n(I got love) For chucktailors and Converse\nC'mere let's con-verse, I mean where you heard those words first\n(I got blunts) . My niggas put in hard work\nTwenty four hours and packs go like front work\n(I got love) Crips and Bloods, chick who'll split'cha mugs\nSame bitches that strip for bucks\n(Got no love) For half these dudes spittin\nOther half don't live it see. I talk about it bitch\n(I got slugs) Play Brutus, Popeye your ass, reach for my spinach\nYou see how I'm eatin contenders\n(I'm grown up) Y'all children, I'm more original\nMore lyrical, plus dogg.\n(I got hugs) For fans wavin they hands, repeatin my sentence\nMy times now, eat when I'm finished\n(As for y'all) You?? You oppose no threat\nGot your chick hollering B.R.E.T.T.!\n\nI got love\nI got game cuz, the game was given to me\nSay my name\nSay my name cuz, ain't nobody tighter than me\nGive it up\nGive it up if, you like the way I'm rockin this beat\nI don't know\nKnow nothin better, chasin my cheddar\nIf you ain't lovin the boy, you ain't never listened to me","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Got Love (feat. Fabolous, B.R.E.T.T., Kurupt) (Remix)\n  artist: Nate Dogg\n  album: Music and Me\n  duration_ms: 240000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Nate Dogg (Kurupt)\n\n  I got love\n  (Yeah for all y'all unaware)\n  (Kurupt!)Fab-u-lous\n  (Smash through, do whatcha do, and whatcha want to)\n  Gang-sta Nate\n  (Nate Dogg, remix with Bink)\n  (Doin what we wanna...)\n  Young Got-ti\n\n  Ok, that's right, Ghetto! (F-A-B)\n  With the D-O double G, three fo' bubblies\n  Three fo dubs and trees\n  Chinky eyes, B-Low double G's\n  Hit three fo' clubs and breeze\n  The tree flow double trees\n  Don't speak, the deez host publicly\n  Dee low rubber knees, ski-o's double D's\n  Don't know what these broads trouble grief\n  For these roll double V's, please no slugs to squeeze\n  (F-A-B) Told you I'm a rider, but you can thank the green\n  For the gangsta lean, when I roll through in a rider\n  You lookin at a \"coast to coast G\"\n  I got love, but I still stash the toaster closely\n  We bailin on police rides, cuz Nate\n  Got some sticky so strong you could smell it on the Eastside\n  Please believe it, believe it please\n  You gon' see arms come out, like sleeveless T's\n\n  I got love\n  I got love for, my homies who be rollin with me\n  Play no games\n  Play no games cuz, ain't nobody playin with me\n  I got love\n  I got love for, my niggas on my family tree\n  Down with the ghetto, down for whatever\n  If you was down before then you still gon' be down with me\n\n  Format ya doormat\n  Stomp and stampede on emcees like doormats (Yeah)\n  Contriceptic, unload and get swallowed like anestheptic\n  Step up and accept it\n  You wanna see the shells shift\n  Wiggle ya torso or make ya bottom or ya hips slip\n  Like a slick disc and twist\n  Buster boy Bobby, sockin all y'all is a hobby\n  Got 'em loungin in the lobby\n  Automatic tacts automatically cause tragedies and catastrophies\n  Suckers! (I got love)\n  And all the homies round up, throw the pound up\n  Kurupt out to show y'all how to strut like what (I got love)\n  Pros - they adore me, I keep all pros lookin for me\n  Alive to tell this story, and I\n  And who am I, be the agostra Gotti\n  Sinatra sloss sling, soldiers\n\n  Cap-tain Save\n  Captain Save A, Hooker cuz she hangin on me\n  She can't hang\n  She can't hang cuz, I ain't lookin for a wifey\n  Just in-case\n  Just incase I, better take a weapon with me\n  When these hoes\n  When these hoes get clever, down for whatever\n  If she stress me some more\n  I'll leave the heffer down in the street\n\n  (I got love) For chucktailors and Converse\n  C'mere let's con-verse, I mean where you heard those words first\n  (I got blunts) . My niggas put in hard work\n  Twenty four hours and packs go like front work\n  (I got love) Crips and Bloods, chick who'll split'cha mugs\n  Same bitches that strip for bucks\n  (Got no love) For half these dudes spittin\n  Other half don't live it see. I talk about it bitch\n  (I got slugs) Play Brutus, Popeye your ass, reach for my spinach\n  You see how I'm eatin contenders\n  (I'm grown up) Y'all children, I'm more original\n  More lyrical, plus dogg.\n  (I got hugs) For fans wavin they hands, repeatin my sentence\n  My times now, eat when I'm finished\n  (As for y'all) You?? You oppose no threat\n  Got your chick hollering B.R.E.T.T.!\n\n  I got love\n  I got game cuz, the game was given to me\n  Say my name\n  Say my name cuz, ain't nobody tighter than me\n  Give it up\n  Give it up if, you like the way I'm rockin this beat\n  I don't know\n  Know nothin better, chasin my cheddar\n  If you ain't lovin the boy, you ain't never listened to me\n"},{"id":9643389,"name":"I Got Love (Remix) (feat. Fabolous, B.R.E.T.T. & Kurupt)","trackName":"I Got Love (Remix) (feat. Fabolous, B.R.E.T.T. & Kurupt)","artistName":"Nate Dogg","albumName":"Music And Me","duration":240.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nate Dogg (Kurupt)\n\nI got love\n(Yeah for all y'all unaware)\n(Kurupt!)Fab-u-lous\n(Smash through, do whatcha do, and whatcha want to)\nGang-sta Nate\n(Nate Dogg, remix with Bink)\n(Doin what we wanna...)\nYoung Got-ti\n\nOk, that's right, Ghetto! (F-A-B)\nWith the D-O double G, three fo' bubblies\nThree fo dubs and trees\nChinky eyes, B-Low double G's\nHit three fo' clubs and breeze\nThe tree flow double trees\nDon't speak, the deez host publicly\nDee low rubber knees, ski-o's double D's\nDon't know what these broads trouble grief\nFor these roll double V's, please no slugs to squeeze\n(F-A-B) Told you I'm a rider, but you can thank the green\nFor the gangsta lean, when I roll through in a rider\nYou lookin at a \"coast to coast G\"\nI got love, but I still stash the toaster closely\nWe bailin on police rides, cuz Nate\nGot some sticky so strong you could smell it on the Eastside\nPlease believe it, believe it please\nYou gon' see arms come out, like sleeveless T's\n\nI got love\nI got love for, my homies who be rollin with me\nPlay no games\nPlay no games cuz, ain't nobody playin with me\nI got love\nI got love for, my niggas on my family tree\nDown with the ghetto, down for whatever\nIf you was down before then you still gon' be down with me\n\nFormat ya doormat\nStomp and stampede on emcees like doormats (Yeah)\nContriceptic, unload and get swallowed like anestheptic\nStep up and accept it\nYou wanna see the shells shift\nWiggle ya torso or make ya bottom or ya hips slip\nLike a slick disc and twist\nBuster boy Bobby, sockin all y'all is a hobby\nGot 'em loungin in the lobby\nAutomatic tacts automatically cause tragedies and catastrophies\nSuckers! (I got love)\nAnd all the homies round up, throw the pound up\nKurupt out to show y'all how to strut like what (I got love)\nPros - they adore me, I keep all pros lookin for me\nAlive to tell this story, and I\nAnd who am I, be the agostra Gotti\nSinatra sloss sling, soldiers\n\nCap-tain Save\nCaptain Save A, Hooker cuz she hangin on me\nShe can't hang\nShe can't hang cuz, I ain't lookin for a wifey\nJust in-case\nJust incase I, better take a weapon with me\nWhen these hoes\nWhen these hoes get clever, down for whatever\nIf she stress me some more\nI'll leave the heffer down in the street\n\n(I got love) For chucktailors and Converse\nC'mere let's con-verse, I mean where you heard those words first\n(I got blunts) . My niggas put in hard work\nTwenty four hours and packs go like front work\n(I got love) Crips and Bloods, chick who'll split'cha mugs\nSame bitches that strip for bucks\n(Got no love) For half these dudes spittin\nOther half don't live it see. I talk about it bitch\n(I got slugs) Play Brutus, Popeye your ass, reach for my spinach\nYou see how I'm eatin contenders\n(I'm grown up) Y'all children, I'm more original\nMore lyrical, plus dogg.\n(I got hugs) For fans wavin they hands, repeatin my sentence\nMy times now, eat when I'm finished\n(As for y'all) You?? You oppose no threat\nGot your chick hollering B.R.E.T.T.!\n\nI got love\nI got game cuz, the game was given to me\nSay my name\nSay my name cuz, ain't nobody tighter than me\nGive it up\nGive it up if, you like the way I'm rockin this beat\nI don't know\nKnow nothin better, chasin my cheddar\nIf you ain't lovin the boy, you ain't never listened to me","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Got Love (Remix) (feat. Fabolous, B.R.E.T.T. & Kurupt)\n  artist: Nate Dogg\n  album: Music And Me\n  duration_ms: 240000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Nate Dogg (Kurupt)\n\n  I got love\n  (Yeah for all y'all unaware)\n  (Kurupt!)Fab-u-lous\n  (Smash through, do whatcha do, and whatcha want to)\n  Gang-sta Nate\n  (Nate Dogg, remix with Bink)\n  (Doin what we wanna...)\n  Young Got-ti\n\n  Ok, that's right, Ghetto! (F-A-B)\n  With the D-O double G, three fo' bubblies\n  Three fo dubs and trees\n  Chinky eyes, B-Low double G's\n  Hit three fo' clubs and breeze\n  The tree flow double trees\n  Don't speak, the deez host publicly\n  Dee low rubber knees, ski-o's double D's\n  Don't know what these broads trouble grief\n  For these roll double V's, please no slugs to squeeze\n  (F-A-B) Told you I'm a rider, but you can thank the green\n  For the gangsta lean, when I roll through in a rider\n  You lookin at a \"coast to coast G\"\n  I got love, but I still stash the toaster closely\n  We bailin on police rides, cuz Nate\n  Got some sticky so strong you could smell it on the Eastside\n  Please believe it, believe it please\n  You gon' see arms come out, like sleeveless T's\n\n  I got love\n  I got love for, my homies who be rollin with me\n  Play no games\n  Play no games cuz, ain't nobody playin with me\n  I got love\n  I got love for, my niggas on my family tree\n  Down with the ghetto, down for whatever\n  If you was down before then you still gon' be down with me\n\n  Format ya doormat\n  Stomp and stampede on emcees like doormats (Yeah)\n  Contriceptic, unload and get swallowed like anestheptic\n  Step up and accept it\n  You wanna see the shells shift\n  Wiggle ya torso or make ya bottom or ya hips slip\n  Like a slick disc and twist\n  Buster boy Bobby, sockin all y'all is a hobby\n  Got 'em loungin in the lobby\n  Automatic tacts automatically cause tragedies and catastrophies\n  Suckers! (I got love)\n  And all the homies round up, throw the pound up\n  Kurupt out to show y'all how to strut like what (I got love)\n  Pros - they adore me, I keep all pros lookin for me\n  Alive to tell this story, and I\n  And who am I, be the agostra Gotti\n  Sinatra sloss sling, soldiers\n\n  Cap-tain Save\n  Captain Save A, Hooker cuz she hangin on me\n  She can't hang\n  She can't hang cuz, I ain't lookin for a wifey\n  Just in-case\n  Just incase I, better take a weapon with me\n  When these hoes\n  When these hoes get clever, down for whatever\n  If she stress me some more\n  I'll leave the heffer down in the street\n\n  (I got love) For chucktailors and Converse\n  C'mere let's con-verse, I mean where you heard those words first\n  (I got blunts) . My niggas put in hard work\n  Twenty four hours and packs go like front work\n  (I got love) Crips and Bloods, chick who'll split'cha mugs\n  Same bitches that strip for bucks\n  (Got no love) For half these dudes spittin\n  Other half don't live it see. I talk about it bitch\n  (I got slugs) Play Brutus, Popeye your ass, reach for my spinach\n  You see how I'm eatin contenders\n  (I'm grown up) Y'all children, I'm more original\n  More lyrical, plus dogg.\n  (I got hugs) For fans wavin they hands, repeatin my sentence\n  My times now, eat when I'm finished\n  (As for y'all) You?? You oppose no threat\n  Got your chick hollering B.R.E.T.T.!\n\n  I got love\n  I got game cuz, the game was given to me\n  Say my name\n  Say my name cuz, ain't nobody tighter than me\n  Give it up\n  Give it up if, you like the way I'm rockin this beat\n  I don't know\n  Know nothin better, chasin my cheddar\n  If you ain't lovin the boy, you ain't never listened to me\n"},{"id":9681182,"name":"I Got Love (Remix) (feat. B.R.E.T.T., Fabolous & Kurupt)","trackName":"I Got Love (Remix) (feat. B.R.E.T.T., Fabolous & Kurupt)","artistName":"Nate Dogg","albumName":"Music and Me","duration":241.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nate Dogg (Kurupt)\n\nI got love\n(Yeah for all y'all unaware)\n(Kurupt!)Fab-u-lous\n(Smash through, do whatcha do, and whatcha want to)\nGang-sta Nate\n(Nate Dogg, remix with Bink)\n(Doin what we wanna...)\nYoung Got-ti\n\nOk, that's right, Ghetto! (F-A-B)\nWith the D-O double G, three fo' bubblies\nThree fo dubs and trees\nChinky eyes, B-Low double G's\nHit three fo' clubs and breeze\nThe tree flow double trees\nDon't speak, the deez host publicly\nDee low rubber knees, ski-o's double D's\nDon't know what these broads trouble grief\nFor these roll double V's, please no slugs to squeeze\n(F-A-B) Told you I'm a rider, but you can thank the green\nFor the gangsta lean, when I roll through in a rider\nYou lookin at a \"coast to coast G\"\nI got love, but I still stash the toaster closely\nWe bailin on police rides, cuz Nate\nGot some sticky so strong you could smell it on the Eastside\nPlease believe it, believe it please\nYou gon' see arms come out, like sleeveless T's\n\nI got love\nI got love for, my homies who be rollin with me\nPlay no games\nPlay no games cuz, ain't nobody playin with me\nI got love\nI got love for, my niggas on my family tree\nDown with the ghetto, down for whatever\nIf you was down before then you still gon' be down with me\n\nFormat ya doormat\nStomp and stampede on emcees like doormats (Yeah)\nContriceptic, unload and get swallowed like anestheptic\nStep up and accept it\nYou wanna see the shells shift\nWiggle ya torso or make ya bottom or ya hips slip\nLike a slick disc and twist\nBuster boy Bobby, sockin all y'all is a hobby\nGot 'em loungin in the lobby\nAutomatic tacts automatically cause tragedies and catastrophies\nSuckers! (I got love)\nAnd all the homies round up, throw the pound up\nKurupt out to show y'all how to strut like what (I got love)\nPros - they adore me, I keep all pros lookin for me\nAlive to tell this story, and I\nAnd who am I, be the agostra Gotti\nSinatra sloss sling, soldiers\n\nCap-tain Save\nCaptain Save A, Hooker cuz she hangin on me\nShe can't hang\nShe can't hang cuz, I ain't lookin for a wifey\nJust in-case\nJust incase I, better take a weapon with me\nWhen these hoes\nWhen these hoes get clever, down for whatever\nIf she stress me some more\nI'll leave the heffer down in the street\n\n(I got love) For chucktailors and Converse\nC'mere let's con-verse, I mean where you heard those words first\n(I got blunts) . My niggas put in hard work\nTwenty four hours and packs go like front work\n(I got love) Crips and Bloods, chick who'll split'cha mugs\nSame bitches that strip for bucks\n(Got no love) For half these dudes spittin\nOther half don't live it see. I talk about it bitch\n(I got slugs) Play Brutus, Popeye your ass, reach for my spinach\nYou see how I'm eatin contenders\n(I'm grown up) Y'all children, I'm more original\nMore lyrical, plus dogg.\n(I got hugs) For fans wavin they hands, repeatin my sentence\nMy times now, eat when I'm finished\n(As for y'all) You?? You oppose no threat\nGot your chick hollering B.R.E.T.T.!\n\nI got love\nI got game cuz, the game was given to me\nSay my name\nSay my name cuz, ain't nobody tighter than me\nGive it up\nGive it up if, you like the way I'm rockin this beat\nI don't know\nKnow nothin better, chasin my cheddar\nIf you ain't lovin the boy, you ain't never listened to me","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Got Love (Remix) (feat. B.R.E.T.T., Fabolous & Kurupt)\n  artist: Nate Dogg\n  album: Music and Me\n  duration_ms: 241000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Nate Dogg (Kurupt)\n\n  I got love\n  (Yeah for all y'all unaware)\n  (Kurupt!)Fab-u-lous\n  (Smash through, do whatcha do, and whatcha want to)\n  Gang-sta Nate\n  (Nate Dogg, remix with Bink)\n  (Doin what we wanna...)\n  Young Got-ti\n\n  Ok, that's right, Ghetto! (F-A-B)\n  With the D-O double G, three fo' bubblies\n  Three fo dubs and trees\n  Chinky eyes, B-Low double G's\n  Hit three fo' clubs and breeze\n  The tree flow double trees\n  Don't speak, the deez host publicly\n  Dee low rubber knees, ski-o's double D's\n  Don't know what these broads trouble grief\n  For these roll double V's, please no slugs to squeeze\n  (F-A-B) Told you I'm a rider, but you can thank the green\n  For the gangsta lean, when I roll through in a rider\n  You lookin at a \"coast to coast G\"\n  I got love, but I still stash the toaster closely\n  We bailin on police rides, cuz Nate\n  Got some sticky so strong you could smell it on the Eastside\n  Please believe it, believe it please\n  You gon' see arms come out, like sleeveless T's\n\n  I got love\n  I got love for, my homies who be rollin with me\n  Play no games\n  Play no games cuz, ain't nobody playin with me\n  I got love\n  I got love for, my niggas on my family tree\n  Down with the ghetto, down for whatever\n  If you was down before then you still gon' be down with me\n\n  Format ya doormat\n  Stomp and stampede on emcees like doormats (Yeah)\n  Contriceptic, unload and get swallowed like anestheptic\n  Step up and accept it\n  You wanna see the shells shift\n  Wiggle ya torso or make ya bottom or ya hips slip\n  Like a slick disc and twist\n  Buster boy Bobby, sockin all y'all is a hobby\n  Got 'em loungin in the lobby\n  Automatic tacts automatically cause tragedies and catastrophies\n  Suckers! (I got love)\n  And all the homies round up, throw the pound up\n  Kurupt out to show y'all how to strut like what (I got love)\n  Pros - they adore me, I keep all pros lookin for me\n  Alive to tell this story, and I\n  And who am I, be the agostra Gotti\n  Sinatra sloss sling, soldiers\n\n  Cap-tain Save\n  Captain Save A, Hooker cuz she hangin on me\n  She can't hang\n  She can't hang cuz, I ain't lookin for a wifey\n  Just in-case\n  Just incase I, better take a weapon with me\n  When these hoes\n  When these hoes get clever, down for whatever\n  If she stress me some more\n  I'll leave the heffer down in the street\n\n  (I got love) For chucktailors and Converse\n  C'mere let's con-verse, I mean where you heard those words first\n  (I got blunts) . My niggas put in hard work\n  Twenty four hours and packs go like front work\n  (I got love) Crips and Bloods, chick who'll split'cha mugs\n  Same bitches that strip for bucks\n  (Got no love) For half these dudes spittin\n  Other half don't live it see. I talk about it bitch\n  (I got slugs) Play Brutus, Popeye your ass, reach for my spinach\n  You see how I'm eatin contenders\n  (I'm grown up) Y'all children, I'm more original\n  More lyrical, plus dogg.\n  (I got hugs) For fans wavin they hands, repeatin my sentence\n  My times now, eat when I'm finished\n  (As for y'all) You?? You oppose no threat\n  Got your chick hollering B.R.E.T.T.!\n\n  I got love\n  I got game cuz, the game was given to me\n  Say my name\n  Say my name cuz, ain't nobody tighter than me\n  Give it up\n  Give it up if, you like the way I'm rockin this beat\n  I don't know\n  Know nothin better, chasin my cheddar\n  If you ain't lovin the boy, you ain't never listened to me\n"},{"id":34582708,"name":"I Got Love (Remix) ft. Fabolous, B.R.E.T.T., Kurupt","trackName":"I Got Love (Remix) ft. Fabolous, B.R.E.T.T., Kurupt","artistName":"Nate Dogg","albumName":"Music and Me","duration":240.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I got love\nI got love for my homies who be rollin with me\nPlay no games\nPlay no games cuz ain't nobody playin with me\nI got love\nI got love for my niggas on my family tree\nI got love\nLove for the ghetto, down for whatever\nI was down before, niggas still gon' be down with me\n\nYeah, all y'all unaware\nCrash through, do what you do\nDo what you want to\nNate Dogg, remix, what up Bink?\nDo what we wanna, what's on fire?\nOk, that's right, ghetto\n\nWith the D-O double G\nThree, four bubblies, three, four dubs of trees\nChinky eyes, be low double G's\nHit three, four clubs and breeze\nThe three, four double trees\nDon't speak to these hoes publicly\nDee low rubbin these, skee-ohs double D's\n\nDon't know what these bros trouble we\nFor these row double V's, please no slugs to squeeze\nTold you I'm a rider, but you could thank the green\nFor the gangsta lean, when I roll through in a rider\nYou lookin at a coast to coast G\nI got love, but I still stash the toaster closely\nWe bailin on police rides, cuz Nate\n\nGot some sticky so strong you could smell it on the east side\nPlease believe it, believe it please\n\nYou gon' see arms come out like sleeve-less T's\n\nI got love\nI got love for my homies who be rollin with me\nPlay no games\nPlay no games cuz ain't nobody playin with me\nI got love\nI got love for my niggas on my family tree\nI got love\nLove for the ghetto, down for whatever\nI was down before, niggas still gon' be down with me\n\nFormat your doormat\nStomp and stampede on MC's like doormats\n\nContraceptic, unload and get swallowed like antiseptic\nStep up and accept it\n\nYou wanna see the shells shift?\nWiggle your torso, make the bottom of your hip\nSlip like a slip disc twist\nBust a boy bobby, sockin all y'all is a hobby\n\nGot the homies roundin in the lobby\nAutomatic attacks, automatically cause\nTragedies and catastrophes, suckers\nAnd all the homies round up, throw the pound up\nKurupt bout to show y'all how to strut like what?\nPros, they adore me\nI keep all the pros lookin for me alive to tell their story\nAnd I, am who and I be\nYoung Godstra, Gotti, Sinatra, Slauson Lean\n\nCaptain Save A\nCaptain Save A, hook her cuz she hangin on me\nShe can't hang\nShe can't hang cuz I ain't lookin for a wifey\nJust in case\nJust in case I better take a weapon with me\nAnd these hoes\nHoes get clever, down for whatever\nIf she stress me some more, I leave the heffa in the street\n\nI got love for Chuck Taylors and Converse\nCome here, let's converse\nI mean, where you heard those lyrics first?\nI got blunts\n\nMy niggas put in hard work\nTwenty-four hours, packs go like clockwork\nI got thugs\nCrips and Bloods, chicks who'll snitch and mug\n\nSame bitches that strip for bucks\nGot no love\nFor half these dudes spittin, other half don't live it\nSee, I talk about it, you dig it?\nI got slugs\nPlay Brutus, Popeye your ass, reach for my spinach\nSee how I'm eatin cucumbers\nI'm grown up\nY'all children, I'm more original, more lyrical\n\nPlus dog\n\nI got hugs\nFor fans wavin they hands, repeatin my sentence\nMy time's now, eat when I finish\nAs for y'all\n\nYou? Well you oppose no threat\n\nGot your chick hollerin \"Brett!\"\nI got love\n\nI got game cuz the game was given to me\nSay my name\nSay my name cuz ain't nobody tighter than me\nGive it up\nGive it up if you like the way I'm rockin this beat\nI don't know\nKnow nothin better, I'm talkin bout cheddar\nIf you in love with a whore, you ain't never listen to me","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Got Love (Remix) ft. Fabolous, B.R.E.T.T., Kurupt\n  artist: Nate Dogg\n  album: Music and Me\n  duration_ms: 240000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I got love\n  I got love for my homies who be rollin with me\n  Play no games\n  Play no games cuz ain't nobody playin with me\n  I got love\n  I got love for my niggas on my family tree\n  I got love\n  Love for the ghetto, down for whatever\n  I was down before, niggas still gon' be down with me\n\n  Yeah, all y'all unaware\n  Crash through, do what you do\n  Do what you want to\n  Nate Dogg, remix, what up Bink?\n  Do what we wanna, what's on fire?\n  Ok, that's right, ghetto\n\n  With the D-O double G\n  Three, four bubblies, three, four dubs of trees\n  Chinky eyes, be low double G's\n  Hit three, four clubs and breeze\n  The three, four double trees\n  Don't speak to these hoes publicly\n  Dee low rubbin these, skee-ohs double D's\n\n  Don't know what these bros trouble we\n  For these row double V's, please no slugs to squeeze\n  Told you I'm a rider, but you could thank the green\n  For the gangsta lean, when I roll through in a rider\n  You lookin at a coast to coast G\n  I got love, but I still stash the toaster closely\n  We bailin on police rides, cuz Nate\n\n  Got some sticky so strong you could smell it on the east side\n  Please believe it, believe it please\n\n  You gon' see arms come out like sleeve-less T's\n\n  I got love\n  I got love for my homies who be rollin with me\n  Play no games\n  Play no games cuz ain't nobody playin with me\n  I got love\n  I got love for my niggas on my family tree\n  I got love\n  Love for the ghetto, down for whatever\n  I was down before, niggas still gon' be down with me\n\n  Format your doormat\n  Stomp and stampede on MC's like doormats\n\n  Contraceptic, unload and get swallowed like antiseptic\n  Step up and accept it\n\n  You wanna see the shells shift?\n  Wiggle your torso, make the bottom of your hip\n  Slip like a slip disc twist\n  Bust a boy bobby, sockin all y'all is a hobby\n\n  Got the homies roundin in the lobby\n  Automatic attacks, automatically cause\n  Tragedies and catastrophes, suckers\n  And all the homies round up, throw the pound up\n  Kurupt bout to show y'all how to strut like what?\n  Pros, they adore me\n  I keep all the pros lookin for me alive to tell their story\n  And I, am who and I be\n  Young Godstra, Gotti, Sinatra, Slauson Lean\n\n  Captain Save A\n  Captain Save A, hook her cuz she hangin on me\n  She can't hang\n  She can't hang cuz I ain't lookin for a wifey\n  Just in case\n  Just in case I better take a weapon with me\n  And these hoes\n  Hoes get clever, down for whatever\n  If she stress me some more, I leave the heffa in the street\n\n  I got love for Chuck Taylors and Converse\n  Come here, let's converse\n  I mean, where you heard those lyrics first?\n  I got blunts\n\n  My niggas put in hard work\n  Twenty-four hours, packs go like clockwork\n  I got thugs\n  Crips and Bloods, chicks who'll snitch and mug\n\n  Same bitches that strip for bucks\n  Got no love\n  For half these dudes spittin, other half don't live it\n  See, I talk about it, you dig it?\n  I got slugs\n  Play Brutus, Popeye your ass, reach for my spinach\n  See how I'm eatin cucumbers\n  I'm grown up\n  Y'all children, I'm more original, more lyrical\n\n  Plus dog\n\n  I got hugs\n  For fans wavin they hands, repeatin my sentence\n  My time's now, eat when I finish\n  As for y'all\n\n  You? Well you oppose no threat\n\n  Got your chick hollerin \"Brett!\"\n  I got love\n\n  I got game cuz the game was given to me\n  Say my name\n  Say my name cuz ain't nobody tighter than me\n  Give it up\n  Give it up if you like the way I'm rockin this beat\n  I don't know\n  Know nothin better, I'm talkin bout cheddar\n  If you in love with a whore, you ain't never listen to me\n"},{"id":26114432,"name":"I Got Love (feat. Fabolous, B.R.E.T.T., Kurupt) (Remix)","trackName":"I Got Love (feat. Fabolous, B.R.E.T.T., Kurupt) (Remix)","artistName":"Nate Dogg","albumName":"The Very Best Of","duration":240.169796,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nate Dogg (Kurupt)\n\nI got love\n(Yeah for all y'all unaware)\n(Kurupt!)Fab-u-lous\n(Smash through, do whatcha do, and whatcha want to)\nGang-sta Nate\n(Nate Dogg, remix with Bink)\n(Doin what we wanna...)\nYoung Got-ti\n\nOk, that's right, Ghetto! (F-A-B)\nWith the D-O double G, three fo' bubblies\nThree fo dubs and trees\nChinky eyes, B-Low double G's\nHit three fo' clubs and breeze\nThe tree flow double trees\nDon't speak, the deez host publicly\nDee low rubber knees, ski-o's double D's\nDon't know what these broads trouble grief\nFor these roll double V's, please no slugs to squeeze\n(F-A-B) Told you I'm a rider, but you can thank the green\nFor the gangsta lean, when I roll through in a rider\nYou lookin at a \"coast to coast G\"\nI got love, but I still stash the toaster closely\nWe bailin on police rides, cuz Nate\nGot some sticky so strong you could smell it on the Eastside\nPlease believe it, believe it please\nYou gon' see arms come out, like sleeveless T's\n\nI got love\nI got love for, my homies who be rollin with me\nPlay no games\nPlay no games cuz, ain't nobody playin with me\nI got love\nI got love for, my niggas on my family tree\nDown with the ghetto, down for whatever\nIf you was down before then you still gon' be down with me\n\nFormat ya doormat\nStomp and stampede on emcees like doormats (Yeah)\nContriceptic, unload and get swallowed like anestheptic\nStep up and accept it\nYou wanna see the shells shift\nWiggle ya torso or make ya bottom or ya hips slip\nLike a slick disc and twist\nBuster boy Bobby, sockin all y'all is a hobby\nGot 'em loungin in the lobby\nAutomatic tacts automatically cause tragedies and catastrophies\nSuckers! (I got love)\nAnd all the homies round up, throw the pound up\nKurupt out to show y'all how to strut like what (I got love)\nPros - they adore me, I keep all pros lookin for me\nAlive to tell this story, and I\nAnd who am I, be the agostra Gotti\nSinatra sloss sling, soldiers\n\nCap-tain Save\nCaptain Save A, Hooker cuz she hangin on me\nShe can't hang\nShe can't hang cuz, I ain't lookin for a wifey\nJust in-case\nJust incase I, better take a weapon with me\nWhen these hoes\nWhen these hoes get clever, down for whatever\nIf she stress me some more\nI'll leave the heffer down in the street\n\n(I got love) For chucktailors and Converse\nC'mere let's con-verse, I mean where you heard those words first\n(I got blunts) . My niggas put in hard work\nTwenty four hours and packs go like front work\n(I got love) Crips and Bloods, chick who'll split'cha mugs\nSame bitches that strip for bucks\n(Got no love) For half these dudes spittin\nOther half don't live it see. I talk about it bitch\n(I got slugs) Play Brutus, Popeye your ass, reach for my spinach\nYou see how I'm eatin contenders\n(I'm grown up) Y'all children, I'm more original\nMore lyrical, plus dogg.\n(I got hugs) For fans wavin they hands, repeatin my sentence\nMy times now, eat when I'm finished\n(As for y'all) You?? You oppose no threat\nGot your chick hollering B.R.E.T.T.!\n\nI got love\nI got game cuz, the game was given to me\nSay my name\nSay my name cuz, ain't nobody tighter than me\nGive it up\nGive it up if, you like the way I'm rockin this beat\nI don't know\nKnow nothin better, chasin my cheddar\nIf you ain't lovin the boy, you ain't never listened to me","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Got Love (feat. Fabolous, B.R.E.T.T., Kurupt) (Remix)\n  artist: Nate Dogg\n  album: The Very Best Of\n  duration_ms: 240170\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Nate Dogg (Kurupt)\n\n  I got love\n  (Yeah for all y'all unaware)\n  (Kurupt!)Fab-u-lous\n  (Smash through, do whatcha do, and whatcha want to)\n  Gang-sta Nate\n  (Nate Dogg, remix with Bink)\n  (Doin what we wanna...)\n  Young Got-ti\n\n  Ok, that's right, Ghetto! (F-A-B)\n  With the D-O double G, three fo' bubblies\n  Three fo dubs and trees\n  Chinky eyes, B-Low double G's\n  Hit three fo' clubs and breeze\n  The tree flow double trees\n  Don't speak, the deez host publicly\n  Dee low rubber knees, ski-o's double D's\n  Don't know what these broads trouble grief\n  For these roll double V's, please no slugs to squeeze\n  (F-A-B) Told you I'm a rider, but you can thank the green\n  For the gangsta lean, when I roll through in a rider\n  You lookin at a \"coast to coast G\"\n  I got love, but I still stash the toaster closely\n  We bailin on police rides, cuz Nate\n  Got some sticky so strong you could smell it on the Eastside\n  Please believe it, believe it please\n  You gon' see arms come out, like sleeveless T's\n\n  I got love\n  I got love for, my homies who be rollin with me\n  Play no games\n  Play no games cuz, ain't nobody playin with me\n  I got love\n  I got love for, my niggas on my family tree\n  Down with the ghetto, down for whatever\n  If you was down before then you still gon' be down with me\n\n  Format ya doormat\n  Stomp and stampede on emcees like doormats (Yeah)\n  Contriceptic, unload and get swallowed like anestheptic\n  Step up and accept it\n  You wanna see the shells shift\n  Wiggle ya torso or make ya bottom or ya hips slip\n  Like a slick disc and twist\n  Buster boy Bobby, sockin all y'all is a hobby\n  Got 'em loungin in the lobby\n  Automatic tacts automatically cause tragedies and catastrophies\n  Suckers! (I got love)\n  And all the homies round up, throw the pound up\n  Kurupt out to show y'all how to strut like what (I got love)\n  Pros - they adore me, I keep all pros lookin for me\n  Alive to tell this story, and I\n  And who am I, be the agostra Gotti\n  Sinatra sloss sling, soldiers\n\n  Cap-tain Save\n  Captain Save A, Hooker cuz she hangin on me\n  She can't hang\n  She can't hang cuz, I ain't lookin for a wifey\n  Just in-case\n  Just incase I, better take a weapon with me\n  When these hoes\n  When these hoes get clever, down for whatever\n  If she stress me some more\n  I'll leave the heffer down in the street\n\n  (I got love) For chucktailors and Converse\n  C'mere let's con-verse, I mean where you heard those words first\n  (I got blunts) . My niggas put in hard work\n  Twenty four hours and packs go like front work\n  (I got love) Crips and Bloods, chick who'll split'cha mugs\n  Same bitches that strip for bucks\n  (Got no love) For half these dudes spittin\n  Other half don't live it see. I talk about it bitch\n  (I got slugs) Play Brutus, Popeye your ass, reach for my spinach\n  You see how I'm eatin contenders\n  (I'm grown up) Y'all children, I'm more original\n  More lyrical, plus dogg.\n  (I got hugs) For fans wavin they hands, repeatin my sentence\n  My times now, eat when I'm finished\n  (As for y'all) You?? You oppose no threat\n  Got your chick hollering B.R.E.T.T.!\n\n  I got love\n  I got game cuz, the game was given to me\n  Say my name\n  Say my name cuz, ain't nobody tighter than me\n  Give it up\n  Give it up if, you like the way I'm rockin this beat\n  I don't know\n  Know nothin better, chasin my cheddar\n  If you ain't lovin the boy, you ain't never listened to me\n"},{"id":28270076,"name":"I Got Love (Remix) (Ft. Fabolous, B.R.E.T.T. & Kurupt)","trackName":"I Got Love (Remix) (Ft. 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Well you oppose no threat\n\nGot your chick hollerin \"Brett!\"\nI got love\n\nI got game cuz the game was given to me\nSay my name\nSay my name cuz ain't nobody tighter than me\nGive it up\nGive it up if you like the way I'm rockin this beat\nI don't know\nKnow nothin better, I'm talkin bout cheddar\nIf you in love with a whore, you ain't never listen to me","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Got Love (Remix) (Ft. Fabolous, B.R.E.T.T. & Kurupt)\n  artist: Nate Dogg\n  album: Music & Me\n  duration_ms: 240000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I got love\n  I got love for my homies who be rollin with me\n  Play no games\n  Play no games cuz ain't nobody playin with me\n  I got love\n  I got love for my niggas on my family tree\n  I got love\n  Love for the ghetto, down for whatever\n  I was down before, niggas still gon' be down with me\n\n  Yeah, all y'all unaware\n  Crash through, do what you do\n  Do what you want to\n  Nate Dogg, remix, what up Bink?\n  Do what we wanna, what's on fire?\n  Ok, that's right, ghetto\n\n  With the D-O double G\n  Three, four bubblies, three, four dubs of trees\n  Chinky eyes, be low double G's\n  Hit three, four clubs and breeze\n  The three, four double trees\n  Don't speak to these hoes publicly\n  Dee low rubbin these, skee-ohs double D's\n\n  Don't know what these bros trouble we\n  For these row double V's, please no slugs to squeeze\n  Told you I'm a rider, but you could thank the green\n  For the gangsta lean, when I roll through in a rider\n  You lookin at a coast to coast G\n  I got love, but I still stash the toaster closely\n  We bailin on police rides, cuz Nate\n\n  Got some sticky so strong you could smell it on the east side\n  Please believe it, believe it please\n\n  You gon' see arms come out like sleeve-less T's\n\n  I got love\n  I got love for my homies who be rollin with me\n  Play no games\n  Play no games cuz ain't nobody playin with me\n  I got love\n  I got love for my niggas on my family tree\n  I got love\n  Love for the ghetto, down for whatever\n  I was down before, niggas still gon' be down with me\n\n  Format your doormat\n  Stomp and stampede on MC's like doormats\n\n  Contraceptic, unload and get swallowed like antiseptic\n  Step up and accept it\n\n  You wanna see the shells shift?\n  Wiggle your torso, make the bottom of your hip\n  Slip like a slip disc twist\n  Bust a boy bobby, sockin all y'all is a hobby\n\n  Got the homies roundin in the lobby\n  Automatic attacks, automatically cause\n  Tragedies and catastrophes, suckers\n  And all the homies round up, throw the pound up\n  Kurupt bout to show y'all how to strut like what?\n  Pros, they adore me\n  I keep all the pros lookin for me alive to tell their story\n  And I, am who and I be\n  Young Godstra, Gotti, Sinatra, Slauson Lean\n\n  Captain Save A\n  Captain Save A, hook her cuz she hangin on me\n  She can't hang\n  She can't hang cuz I ain't lookin for a wifey\n  Just in case\n  Just in case I better take a weapon with me\n  And these hoes\n  Hoes get clever, down for whatever\n  If she stress me some more, I leave the heffa in the street\n\n  I got love for Chuck Taylors and Converse\n  Come here, let's converse\n  I mean, where you heard those lyrics first?\n  I got blunts\n\n  My niggas put in hard work\n  Twenty-four hours, packs go like clockwork\n  I got thugs\n  Crips and Bloods, chicks who'll snitch and mug\n\n  Same bitches that strip for bucks\n  Got no love\n  For half these dudes spittin, other half don't live it\n  See, I talk about it, you dig it?\n  I got slugs\n  Play Brutus, Popeye your ass, reach for my spinach\n  See how I'm eatin cucumbers\n  I'm grown up\n  Y'all children, I'm more original, more lyrical\n\n  Plus dog\n\n  I got hugs\n  For fans wavin they hands, repeatin my sentence\n  My time's now, eat when I finish\n  As for y'all\n\n  You? Well you oppose no threat\n\n  Got your chick hollerin \"Brett!\"\n  I got love\n\n  I got game cuz the game was given to me\n  Say my name\n  Say my name cuz ain't nobody tighter than me\n  Give it up\n  Give it up if you like the way I'm rockin this beat\n  I don't know\n  Know nothin better, I'm talkin bout cheddar\n  If you in love with a whore, you ain't never listen to me\n"},{"id":40259654,"name":"I Got Love (Remix ftg Fabolous, B.R.E.T.T. & Kurupt)","trackName":"I Got Love (Remix ftg Fabolous, B.R.E.T.T. & Kurupt)","artistName":"Nate Dogg","albumName":"Music & Me","duration":239.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I got love\nI got love for my homies who be rollin with me\nPlay no games\nPlay no games cuz ain't nobody playin with me\nI got love\nI got love for my niggas on my family tree\nI got love\nLove for the ghetto, down for whatever\nI was down before, niggas still gon' be down with me\n\nYeah, all y'all unaware\nCrash through, do what you do\nDo what you want to\nNate Dogg, remix, what up Bink?\nDo what we wanna, what's on fire?\nOk, that's right, ghetto\n\nWith the D-O double G\nThree, four bubblies, three, four dubs of trees\nChinky eyes, be low double G's\nHit three, four clubs and breeze\nThe three, four double trees\nDon't speak to these hoes publicly\nDee low rubbin these, skee-ohs double D's\n\nDon't know what these bros trouble we\nFor these row double V's, please no slugs to squeeze\nTold you I'm a rider, but you could thank the green\nFor the gangsta lean, when I roll through in a rider\nYou lookin at a coast to coast G\nI got love, but I still stash the toaster closely\nWe bailin on police rides, cuz Nate\n\nGot some sticky so strong you could smell it on the east side\nPlease believe it, believe it please\n\nYou gon' see arms come out like sleeve-less T's\n\nI got love\nI got love for my homies who be rollin with me\nPlay no games\nPlay no games cuz ain't nobody playin with me\nI got love\nI got love for my niggas on my family tree\nI got love\nLove for the ghetto, down for whatever\nI was down before, niggas still gon' be down with me\n\nFormat your doormat\nStomp and stampede on MC's like doormats\n\nContraceptic, unload and get swallowed like antiseptic\nStep up and accept it\n\nYou wanna see the shells shift?\nWiggle your torso, make the bottom of your hip\nSlip like a slip disc twist\nBust a boy bobby, sockin all y'all is a hobby\n\nGot the homies roundin in the lobby\nAutomatic attacks, automatically cause\nTragedies and catastrophes, suckers\nAnd all the homies round up, throw the pound up\nKurupt bout to show y'all how to strut like what?\nPros, they adore me\nI keep all the pros lookin for me alive to tell their story\nAnd I, am who and I be\nYoung Godstra, Gotti, Sinatra, Slauson Lean\n\nCaptain Save A\nCaptain Save A, hook her cuz she hangin on me\nShe can't hang\nShe can't hang cuz I ain't lookin for a wifey\nJust in case\nJust in case I better take a weapon with me\nAnd these hoes\nHoes get clever, down for whatever\nIf she stress me some more, I leave the heffa in the street\n\nI got love for Chuck Taylors and Converse\nCome here, let's converse\nI mean, where you heard those lyrics first?\nI got blunts\n\nMy niggas put in hard work\nTwenty-four hours, packs go like clockwork\nI got thugs\nCrips and Bloods, chicks who'll snitch and mug\n\nSame bitches that strip for bucks\nGot no love\nFor half these dudes spittin, other half don't live it\nSee, I talk about it, you dig it?\nI got slugs\nPlay Brutus, Popeye your ass, reach for my spinach\nSee how I'm eatin cucumbers\nI'm grown up\nY'all children, I'm more original, more lyrical\n\nPlus dog\n\nI got hugs\nFor fans wavin they hands, repeatin my sentence\nMy time's now, eat when I finish\nAs for y'all\n\nYou? Well you oppose no threat\n\nGot your chick hollerin \"Brett!\"\nI got love\n\nI got game cuz the game was given to me\nSay my name\nSay my name cuz ain't nobody tighter than me\nGive it up\nGive it up if you like the way I'm rockin this beat\nI don't know\nKnow nothin better, I'm talkin bout cheddar\nIf you in love with a whore, you ain't never listen to me","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Got Love (Remix ftg Fabolous, B.R.E.T.T. & Kurupt)\n  artist: Nate Dogg\n  album: Music & Me\n  duration_ms: 239386\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I got love\n  I got love for my homies who be rollin with me\n  Play no games\n  Play no games cuz ain't nobody playin with me\n  I got love\n  I got love for my niggas on my family tree\n  I got love\n  Love for the ghetto, down for whatever\n  I was down before, niggas still gon' be down with me\n\n  Yeah, all y'all unaware\n  Crash through, do what you do\n  Do what you want to\n  Nate Dogg, remix, what up Bink?\n  Do what we wanna, what's on fire?\n  Ok, that's right, ghetto\n\n  With the D-O double G\n  Three, four bubblies, three, four dubs of trees\n  Chinky eyes, be low double G's\n  Hit three, four clubs and breeze\n  The three, four double trees\n  Don't speak to these hoes publicly\n  Dee low rubbin these, skee-ohs double D's\n\n  Don't know what these bros trouble we\n  For these row double V's, please no slugs to squeeze\n  Told you I'm a rider, but you could thank the green\n  For the gangsta lean, when I roll through in a rider\n  You lookin at a coast to coast G\n  I got love, but I still stash the toaster closely\n  We bailin on police rides, cuz Nate\n\n  Got some sticky so strong you could smell it on the east side\n  Please believe it, believe it please\n\n  You gon' see arms come out like sleeve-less T's\n\n  I got love\n  I got love for my homies who be rollin with me\n  Play no games\n  Play no games cuz ain't nobody playin with me\n  I got love\n  I got love for my niggas on my family tree\n  I got love\n  Love for the ghetto, down for whatever\n  I was down before, niggas still gon' be down with me\n\n  Format your doormat\n  Stomp and stampede on MC's like doormats\n\n  Contraceptic, unload and get swallowed like antiseptic\n  Step up and accept it\n\n  You wanna see the shells shift?\n  Wiggle your torso, make the bottom of your hip\n  Slip like a slip disc twist\n  Bust a boy bobby, sockin all y'all is a hobby\n\n  Got the homies roundin in the lobby\n  Automatic attacks, automatically cause\n  Tragedies and catastrophes, suckers\n  And all the homies round up, throw the pound up\n  Kurupt bout to show y'all how to strut like what?\n  Pros, they adore me\n  I keep all the pros lookin for me alive to tell their story\n  And I, am who and I be\n  Young Godstra, Gotti, Sinatra, Slauson Lean\n\n  Captain Save A\n  Captain Save A, hook her cuz she hangin on me\n  She can't hang\n  She can't hang cuz I ain't lookin for a wifey\n  Just in case\n  Just in case I better take a weapon with me\n  And these hoes\n  Hoes get clever, down for whatever\n  If she stress me some more, I leave the heffa in the street\n\n  I got love for Chuck Taylors and Converse\n  Come here, let's converse\n  I mean, where you heard those lyrics first?\n  I got blunts\n\n  My niggas put in hard work\n  Twenty-four hours, packs go like clockwork\n  I got thugs\n  Crips and Bloods, chicks who'll snitch and mug\n\n  Same bitches that strip for bucks\n  Got no love\n  For half these dudes spittin, other half don't live it\n  See, I talk about it, you dig it?\n  I got slugs\n  Play Brutus, Popeye your ass, reach for my spinach\n  See how I'm eatin cucumbers\n  I'm grown up\n  Y'all children, I'm more original, more lyrical\n\n  Plus dog\n\n  I got hugs\n  For fans wavin they hands, repeatin my sentence\n  My time's now, eat when I finish\n  As for y'all\n\n  You? Well you oppose no threat\n\n  Got your chick hollerin \"Brett!\"\n  I got love\n\n  I got game cuz the game was given to me\n  Say my name\n  Say my name cuz ain't nobody tighter than me\n  Give it up\n  Give it up if you like the way I'm rockin this beat\n  I don't know\n  Know nothin better, I'm talkin bout cheddar\n  If you in love with a whore, you ain't never listen to me\n"},{"id":12650698,"name":"14 - I Got Love (Remix) (Feat. Fabolous, Kurupt & B.R.E.T.T.)","trackName":"14 - I Got Love (Remix) (Feat. Fabolous, Kurupt & B.R.E.T.T.)","artistName":"Nate Dogg","albumName":"Music & Me","duration":240.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nate Dogg (Kurupt)\n\nI got love\n(Yeah for all y'all unaware)\n(Kurupt!)Fab-u-lous\n(Smash through, do whatcha do, and whatcha want to)\nGang-sta Nate\n(Nate Dogg, remix with Bink)\n(Doin what we wanna...)\nYoung Got-ti\n\nOk, that's right, Ghetto! (F-A-B)\nWith the D-O double G, three fo' bubblies\nThree fo dubs and trees\nChinky eyes, B-Low double G's\nHit three fo' clubs and breeze\nThe tree flow double trees\nDon't speak, the deez host publicly\nDee low rubber knees, ski-o's double D's\nDon't know what these broads trouble grief\nFor these roll double V's, please no slugs to squeeze\n(F-A-B) Told you I'm a rider, but you can thank the green\nFor the gangsta lean, when I roll through in a rider\nYou lookin at a \"coast to coast G\"\nI got love, but I still stash the toaster closely\nWe bailin on police rides, cuz Nate\nGot some sticky so strong you could smell it on the Eastside\nPlease believe it, believe it please\nYou gon' see arms come out, like sleeveless T's\n\nI got love\nI got love for, my homies who be rollin with me\nPlay no games\nPlay no games cuz, ain't nobody playin with me\nI got love\nI got love for, my niggas on my family tree\nDown with the ghetto, down for whatever\nIf you was down before then you still gon' be down with me\n\nFormat ya doormat\nStomp and stampede on emcees like doormats (Yeah)\nContriceptic, unload and get swallowed like anestheptic\nStep up and accept it\nYou wanna see the shells shift\nWiggle ya torso or make ya bottom or ya hips slip\nLike a slick disc and twist\nBuster boy Bobby, sockin all y'all is a hobby\nGot 'em loungin in the lobby\nAutomatic tacts automatically cause tragedies and catastrophies\nSuckers! (I got love)\nAnd all the homies round up, throw the pound up\nKurupt out to show y'all how to strut like what (I got love)\nPros - they adore me, I keep all pros lookin for me\nAlive to tell this story, and I\nAnd who am I, be the agostra Gotti\nSinatra sloss sling, soldiers\n\nCap-tain Save\nCaptain Save A, Hooker cuz she hangin on me\nShe can't hang\nShe can't hang cuz, I ain't lookin for a wifey\nJust in-case\nJust incase I, better take a weapon with me\nWhen these hoes\nWhen these hoes get clever, down for whatever\nIf she stress me some more\nI'll leave the heffer down in the street\n\n(I got love) For chucktailors and Converse\nC'mere let's con-verse, I mean where you heard those words first\n(I got blunts) . My niggas put in hard work\nTwenty four hours and packs go like front work\n(I got love) Crips and Bloods, chick who'll split'cha mugs\nSame bitches that strip for bucks\n(Got no love) For half these dudes spittin\nOther half don't live it see. I talk about it bitch\n(I got slugs) Play Brutus, Popeye your ass, reach for my spinach\nYou see how I'm eatin contenders\n(I'm grown up) Y'all children, I'm more original\nMore lyrical, plus dogg.\n(I got hugs) For fans wavin they hands, repeatin my sentence\nMy times now, eat when I'm finished\n(As for y'all) You?? You oppose no threat\nGot your chick hollering B.R.E.T.T.!\n\nI got love\nI got game cuz, the game was given to me\nSay my name\nSay my name cuz, ain't nobody tighter than me\nGive it up\nGive it up if, you like the way I'm rockin this beat\nI don't know\nKnow nothin better, chasin my cheddar\nIf you ain't lovin the boy, you ain't never listened to me","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 14 - I Got Love (Remix) (Feat. Fabolous, Kurupt & B.R.E.T.T.)\n  artist: Nate Dogg\n  album: Music & Me\n  duration_ms: 240000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Nate Dogg (Kurupt)\n\n  I got love\n  (Yeah for all y'all unaware)\n  (Kurupt!)Fab-u-lous\n  (Smash through, do whatcha do, and whatcha want to)\n  Gang-sta Nate\n  (Nate Dogg, remix with Bink)\n  (Doin what we wanna...)\n  Young Got-ti\n\n  Ok, that's right, Ghetto! (F-A-B)\n  With the D-O double G, three fo' bubblies\n  Three fo dubs and trees\n  Chinky eyes, B-Low double G's\n  Hit three fo' clubs and breeze\n  The tree flow double trees\n  Don't speak, the deez host publicly\n  Dee low rubber knees, ski-o's double D's\n  Don't know what these broads trouble grief\n  For these roll double V's, please no slugs to squeeze\n  (F-A-B) Told you I'm a rider, but you can thank the green\n  For the gangsta lean, when I roll through in a rider\n  You lookin at a \"coast to coast G\"\n  I got love, but I still stash the toaster closely\n  We bailin on police rides, cuz Nate\n  Got some sticky so strong you could smell it on the Eastside\n  Please believe it, believe it please\n  You gon' see arms come out, like sleeveless T's\n\n  I got love\n  I got love for, my homies who be rollin with me\n  Play no games\n  Play no games cuz, ain't nobody playin with me\n  I got love\n  I got love for, my niggas on my family tree\n  Down with the ghetto, down for whatever\n  If you was down before then you still gon' be down with me\n\n  Format ya doormat\n  Stomp and stampede on emcees like doormats (Yeah)\n  Contriceptic, unload and get swallowed like anestheptic\n  Step up and accept it\n  You wanna see the shells shift\n  Wiggle ya torso or make ya bottom or ya hips slip\n  Like a slick disc and twist\n  Buster boy Bobby, sockin all y'all is a hobby\n  Got 'em loungin in the lobby\n  Automatic tacts automatically cause tragedies and catastrophies\n  Suckers! (I got love)\n  And all the homies round up, throw the pound up\n  Kurupt out to show y'all how to strut like what (I got love)\n  Pros - they adore me, I keep all pros lookin for me\n  Alive to tell this story, and I\n  And who am I, be the agostra Gotti\n  Sinatra sloss sling, soldiers\n\n  Cap-tain Save\n  Captain Save A, Hooker cuz she hangin on me\n  She can't hang\n  She can't hang cuz, I ain't lookin for a wifey\n  Just in-case\n  Just incase I, better take a weapon with me\n  When these hoes\n  When these hoes get clever, down for whatever\n  If she stress me some more\n  I'll leave the heffer down in the street\n\n  (I got love) For chucktailors and Converse\n  C'mere let's con-verse, I mean where you heard those words first\n  (I got blunts) . My niggas put in hard work\n  Twenty four hours and packs go like front work\n  (I got love) Crips and Bloods, chick who'll split'cha mugs\n  Same bitches that strip for bucks\n  (Got no love) For half these dudes spittin\n  Other half don't live it see. I talk about it bitch\n  (I got slugs) Play Brutus, Popeye your ass, reach for my spinach\n  You see how I'm eatin contenders\n  (I'm grown up) Y'all children, I'm more original\n  More lyrical, plus dogg.\n  (I got hugs) For fans wavin they hands, repeatin my sentence\n  My times now, eat when I'm finished\n  (As for y'all) You?? You oppose no threat\n  Got your chick hollering B.R.E.T.T.!\n\n  I got love\n  I got game cuz, the game was given to me\n  Say my name\n  Say my name cuz, ain't nobody tighter than me\n  Give it up\n  Give it up if, you like the way I'm rockin this beat\n  I don't know\n  Know nothin better, chasin my cheddar\n  If you ain't lovin the boy, you ain't never listened to me\n"}]