[{"id":20351810,"name":"Up on Things - Fabolous feat. Snoop Dogg","trackName":"Up on Things - Fabolous feat. Snoop Dogg","artistName":"Fabolous","albumName":"Street Dreams","duration":222.484898,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nWalk with me west coast\nYeah\nIt's the coast to coast G on the check in\nYeah ride ride ride\n\nIf you ain't up on things\nFabulous is the name, street fam's the game\nScreamin' seven one eight while them hammers bang\nLike bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca\n\nKick game like I know a little bit of socca\nSpic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas\nGive them nick names and a little bit of vodka\nThen I'm game change a very freaky girl\n\nYou know who got the gold like the kid from the last dragon\nYou know who got the low on the spokes and the ass saggin'\nYou know who got the gold that'll have your ass gaggin'\nYou know who got the boat that'll have the task naggin'\n\nBut I fuck bitches and get money\nMy truck switches, you gotta duck bitches\nWhen you get twenties and plug switches\nThat make you sit funny, I'm a rider\n\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you banging like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you gangsta like you supposed to be)\n\nC'mon you know its g's up C.O.'s down\nIf I freeze up, its kilos now\nPick trees up its three four pounds\nFill the bees up 'til these bro's drown\nI snatch a few G's up and flea those towns\nBusta's freeze up when my V slow down\nI ease up with these four pounds\nSqueeze up to three four rounds\nI pick these up its G code now\nY'all better call the D's up before I reload now\n\nI'm the boss somethin' like Springsteen\nI got somethin' that bring green, that look somethin' like stringbeans\nI make sure the hustlers keep somethin' to sling the fiends\nWhite, yellow, and a little somethin' that bling green\n\nWe going to blast if we going I been doing\nThis since Jabber was hooking off the glass in the forum\nYour grandparents has to assume\n'Cuz the face look like a magnifying glass on the poem\n(Oh boy!)\n\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n\nSo my niggas, they get money\nThrow your motherfucking hand in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah oh yeah\nAnd all my bitches, they get money\nThrow your motherfuckin' hand in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\nIt's the kid with the D O double G\nAfter blowing three four dubs of trees\nMy eyes are below double G's\nAfter sipping pin O bubbly skee O rubbing me\nWe'll probably go below publically\nI'm a coast to coast G, I keep the toast to mostly\nFor those who pose to closely backup\nKeep a piece in the vest, that's how we ride\nFrom the north to the south to the east to the west\n\nSo my niggas, they get money\nThrow your motherfucking hand in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all niggas scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\nAll my bitches, they get money\nThrow your motherfuckin' hands in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah oh yeah\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Up on Things - Fabolous feat. Snoop Dogg\n artist: Fabolous\n album: Street Dreams\n duration_ms: 222485\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yeah\n Walk with me west coast\n Yeah\n It's the coast to coast G on the check in\n Yeah ride ride ride\n\n If you ain't up on things\n Fabulous is the name, street fam's the game\n Screamin' seven one eight while them hammers bang\n Like bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca\n\n Kick game like I know a little bit of socca\n Spic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas\n Give them nick names and a little bit of vodka\n Then I'm game change a very freaky girl\n\n You know who got the gold like the kid from the last dragon\n You know who got the low on the spokes and the ass saggin'\n You know who got the gold that'll have your ass gaggin'\n You know who got the boat that'll have the task naggin'\n\n But I fuck bitches and get money\n My truck switches, you gotta duck bitches\n When you get twenties and plug switches\n That make you sit funny, I'm a rider\n\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you banging like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you gangsta like you supposed to be)\n\n C'mon you know its g's up C.O.'s down\n If I freeze up, its kilos now\n Pick trees up its three four pounds\n Fill the bees up 'til these bro's drown\n I snatch a few G's up and flea those towns\n Busta's freeze up when my V slow down\n I ease up with these four pounds\n Squeeze up to three four rounds\n I pick these up its G code now\n Y'all better call the D's up before I reload now\n\n I'm the boss somethin' like Springsteen\n I got somethin' that bring green, that look somethin' like stringbeans\n I make sure the hustlers keep somethin' to sling the fiends\n White, yellow, and a little somethin' that bling green\n\n We going to blast if we going I been doing\n This since Jabber was hooking off the glass in the forum\n Your grandparents has to assume\n 'Cuz the face look like a magnifying glass on the poem\n (Oh boy!)\n\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n\n So my niggas, they get money\n Throw your motherfucking hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah oh yeah\n And all my bitches, they get money\n Throw your motherfuckin' hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\n It's the kid with the D O double G\n After blowing three four dubs of trees\n My eyes are below double G's\n After sipping pin O bubbly skee O rubbing me\n We'll probably go below publically\n I'm a coast to coast G, I keep the toast to mostly\n For those who pose to closely backup\n Keep a piece in the vest, that's how we ride\n From the north to the south to the east to the west\n\n So my niggas, they get money\n Throw your motherfucking hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all niggas scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\n All my bitches, they get money\n Throw your motherfuckin' hands in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah oh yeah\"\n"},{"id":12025391,"name":"Up on Things","trackName":"Up on Things","artistName":"Fabolous","albumName":"Playlist","duration":222.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nWalk with me west coast\nYeah\nIt's the coast to coast G on the check in\nYeah ride ride ride\n\nIf you ain't up on things\nFabulous is the name, street fam's the game\nScreamin' seven one eight while them hammers bang\nLike bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca\n\nKick game like I know a little bit of socca\nSpic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas\nGive them nick names and a little bit of vodka\nThen I'm game change a very freaky girl\n\nYou know who got the gold like the kid from the last dragon\nYou know who got the low on the spokes and the ass saggin'\nYou know who got the gold that'll have your ass gaggin'\nYou know who got the boat that'll have the task naggin'\n\nBut I fuck bitches and get money\nMy truck switches, you gotta duck bitches\nWhen you get twenties and plug switches\nThat make you sit funny, I'm a rider\n\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you banging like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you gangsta like you supposed to be)\n\nC'mon you know its g's up C.O.'s down\nIf I freeze up, its kilos now\nPick trees up its three four pounds\nFill the bees up 'til these bro's drown\nI snatch a few G's up and flea those towns\nBusta's freeze up when my V slow down\nI ease up with these four pounds\nSqueeze up to three four rounds\nI pick these up its G code now\nY'all better call the D's up before I reload now\n\nI'm the boss somethin' like Springsteen\nI got somethin' that bring green, that look somethin' like stringbeans\nI make sure the hustlers keep somethin' to sling the fiends\nWhite, yellow, and a little somethin' that bling green\n\nWe going to blast if we going I been doing\nThis since Jabber was hooking off the glass in the forum\nYour grandparents has to assume\n'Cuz the face look like a magnifying glass on the poem\n(Oh boy!)\n\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n\nSo my niggas, they get money\nThrow your motherfucking hand in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah oh yeah\nAnd all my bitches, they get money\nThrow your motherfuckin' hand in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\nIt's the kid with the D O double G\nAfter blowing three four dubs of trees\nMy eyes are below double G's\nAfter sipping pin O bubbly skee O rubbing me\nWe'll probably go below publically\nI'm a coast to coast G, I keep the toast to mostly\nFor those who pose to closely backup\nKeep a piece in the vest, that's how we ride\nFrom the north to the south to the east to the west\n\nSo my niggas, they get money\nThrow your motherfucking hand in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all niggas scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\nAll my bitches, they get money\nThrow your motherfuckin' hands in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah oh yeah\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Up on Things\n artist: Fabolous\n album: Playlist\n duration_ms: 222000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yeah\n Walk with me west coast\n Yeah\n It's the coast to coast G on the check in\n Yeah ride ride ride\n\n If you ain't up on things\n Fabulous is the name, street fam's the game\n Screamin' seven one eight while them hammers bang\n Like bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca\n\n Kick game like I know a little bit of socca\n Spic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas\n Give them nick names and a little bit of vodka\n Then I'm game change a very freaky girl\n\n You know who got the gold like the kid from the last dragon\n You know who got the low on the spokes and the ass saggin'\n You know who got the gold that'll have your ass gaggin'\n You know who got the boat that'll have the task naggin'\n\n But I fuck bitches and get money\n My truck switches, you gotta duck bitches\n When you get twenties and plug switches\n That make you sit funny, I'm a rider\n\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you banging like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you gangsta like you supposed to be)\n\n C'mon you know its g's up C.O.'s down\n If I freeze up, its kilos now\n Pick trees up its three four pounds\n Fill the bees up 'til these bro's drown\n I snatch a few G's up and flea those towns\n Busta's freeze up when my V slow down\n I ease up with these four pounds\n Squeeze up to three four rounds\n I pick these up its G code now\n Y'all better call the D's up before I reload now\n\n I'm the boss somethin' like Springsteen\n I got somethin' that bring green, that look somethin' like stringbeans\n I make sure the hustlers keep somethin' to sling the fiends\n White, yellow, and a little somethin' that bling green\n\n We going to blast if we going I been doing\n This since Jabber was hooking off the glass in the forum\n Your grandparents has to assume\n 'Cuz the face look like a magnifying glass on the poem\n (Oh boy!)\n\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n\n So my niggas, they get money\n Throw your motherfucking hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah oh yeah\n And all my bitches, they get money\n Throw your motherfuckin' hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\n It's the kid with the D O double G\n After blowing three four dubs of trees\n My eyes are below double G's\n After sipping pin O bubbly skee O rubbing me\n We'll probably go below publically\n I'm a coast to coast G, I keep the toast to mostly\n For those who pose to closely backup\n Keep a piece in the vest, that's how we ride\n From the north to the south to the east to the west\n\n So my niggas, they get money\n Throw your motherfucking hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all niggas scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\n All my bitches, they get money\n Throw your motherfuckin' hands in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah oh yeah\"\n"},{"id":9473057,"name":"Up On Things","trackName":"Up On Things","artistName":"Fabolous","albumName":"Street Dreams","duration":223.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nWalk with me west coast\nYeah\nIt's the coast to coast G on the check in\nYeah ride ride ride\n\nIf you ain't up on things\nFabulous is the name, street fam's the game\nScreamin' seven one eight while them hammers bang\nLike bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca\n\nKick game like I know a little bit of socca\nSpic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas\nGive them nick names and a little bit of vodka\nThen I'm game change a very freaky girl\n\nYou know who got the gold like the kid from the last dragon\nYou know who got the low on the spokes and the ass saggin'\nYou know who got the gold that'll have your ass gaggin'\nYou know who got the boat that'll have the task naggin'\n\nBut I fuck bitches and get money\nMy truck switches, you gotta duck bitches\nWhen you get twenties and plug switches\nThat make you sit funny, I'm a rider\n\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you banging like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you gangsta like you supposed to be)\n\nC'mon you know its g's up C.O.'s down\nIf I freeze up, its kilos now\nPick trees up its three four pounds\nFill the bees up 'til these bro's drown\nI snatch a few G's up and flea those towns\nBusta's freeze up when my V slow down\nI ease up with these four pounds\nSqueeze up to three four rounds\nI pick these up its G code now\nY'all better call the D's up before I reload now\n\nI'm the boss somethin' like Springsteen\nI got somethin' that bring green, that look somethin' like stringbeans\nI make sure the hustlers keep somethin' to sling the fiends\nWhite, yellow, and a little somethin' that bling green\n\nWe going to blast if we going I been doing\nThis since Jabber was hooking off the glass in the forum\nYour grandparents has to assume\n'Cuz the face look like a magnifying glass on the poem\n(Oh boy!)\n\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n\nSo my niggas, they get money\nThrow your motherfucking hand in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah oh yeah\nAnd all my bitches, they get money\nThrow your motherfuckin' hand in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\nIt's the kid with the D O double G\nAfter blowing three four dubs of trees\nMy eyes are below double G's\nAfter sipping pin O bubbly skee O rubbing me\nWe'll probably go below publically\nI'm a coast to coast G, I keep the toast to mostly\nFor those who pose to closely backup\nKeep a piece in the vest, that's how we ride\nFrom the north to the south to the east to the west\n\nSo my niggas, they get money\nThrow your motherfucking hand in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all niggas scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\nAll my bitches, they get money\nThrow your motherfuckin' hands in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah oh yeah\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Up On Things\n artist: Fabolous\n album: Street Dreams\n duration_ms: 223000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yeah\n Walk with me west coast\n Yeah\n It's the coast to coast G on the check in\n Yeah ride ride ride\n\n If you ain't up on things\n Fabulous is the name, street fam's the game\n Screamin' seven one eight while them hammers bang\n Like bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca\n\n Kick game like I know a little bit of socca\n Spic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas\n Give them nick names and a little bit of vodka\n Then I'm game change a very freaky girl\n\n You know who got the gold like the kid from the last dragon\n You know who got the low on the spokes and the ass saggin'\n You know who got the gold that'll have your ass gaggin'\n You know who got the boat that'll have the task naggin'\n\n But I fuck bitches and get money\n My truck switches, you gotta duck bitches\n When you get twenties and plug switches\n That make you sit funny, I'm a rider\n\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you banging like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you gangsta like you supposed to be)\n\n C'mon you know its g's up C.O.'s down\n If I freeze up, its kilos now\n Pick trees up its three four pounds\n Fill the bees up 'til these bro's drown\n I snatch a few G's up and flea those towns\n Busta's freeze up when my V slow down\n I ease up with these four pounds\n Squeeze up to three four rounds\n I pick these up its G code now\n Y'all better call the D's up before I reload now\n\n I'm the boss somethin' like Springsteen\n I got somethin' that bring green, that look somethin' like stringbeans\n I make sure the hustlers keep somethin' to sling the fiends\n White, yellow, and a little somethin' that bling green\n\n We going to blast if we going I been doing\n This since Jabber was hooking off the glass in the forum\n Your grandparents has to assume\n 'Cuz the face look like a magnifying glass on the poem\n (Oh boy!)\n\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n\n So my niggas, they get money\n Throw your motherfucking hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah oh yeah\n And all my bitches, they get money\n Throw your motherfuckin' hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\n It's the kid with the D O double G\n After blowing three four dubs of trees\n My eyes are below double G's\n After sipping pin O bubbly skee O rubbing me\n We'll probably go below publically\n I'm a coast to coast G, I keep the toast to mostly\n For those who pose to closely backup\n Keep a piece in the vest, that's how we ride\n From the north to the south to the east to the west\n\n So my niggas, they get money\n Throw your motherfucking hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all niggas scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\n All my bitches, they get money\n Throw your motherfuckin' hands in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah oh yeah\"\n"},{"id":28167934,"name":"Up On Things","trackName":"Up On Things","artistName":"Fabolous","albumName":"A Gangster And A Gentleman Vol. 6 Bootleg","duration":78.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nWalk with me west coast\nYeah\nIt's the coast to coast G on the check in\nYeah ride ride ride\n\nIf you ain't up on things\nFabulous is the name, street fam's the game\nScreamin' seven one eight while them hammers bang\nLike bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca\n\nKick game like I know a little bit of socca\nSpic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas\nGive them nick names and a little bit of vodka\nThen I'm game change a very freaky girl\n\nYou know who got the gold like the kid from the last dragon\nYou know who got the low on the spokes and the ass saggin'\nYou know who got the gold that'll have your ass gaggin'\nYou know who got the boat that'll have the task naggin'\n\nBut I fuck bitches and get money\nMy truck switches, you gotta duck bitches\nWhen you get twenties and plug switches\nThat make you sit funny, I'm a rider\n\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you banging like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you gangsta like you supposed to be)\n\nC'mon you know its g's up C.O.'s down\nIf I freeze up, its kilos now\nPick trees up its three four pounds\nFill the bees up 'til these bro's drown\nI snatch a few G's up and flea those towns\nBusta's freeze up when my V slow down\nI ease up with these four pounds\nSqueeze up to three four rounds\nI pick these up its G code now\nY'all better call the D's up before I reload now\n\nI'm the boss somethin' like Springsteen\nI got somethin' that bring green, that look somethin' like stringbeans\nI make sure the hustlers keep somethin' to sling the fiends\nWhite, yellow, and a little somethin' that bling green\n\nWe going to blast if we going I been doing\nThis since Jabber was hooking off the glass in the forum\nYour grandparents has to assume\n'Cuz the face look like a magnifying glass on the poem\n(Oh boy!)\n\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n\nSo my niggas, they get money\nThrow your motherfucking hand in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah oh yeah\nAnd all my bitches, they get money\nThrow your motherfuckin' hand in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\nIt's the kid with the D O double G\nAfter blowing three four dubs of trees\nMy eyes are below double G's\nAfter sipping pin O bubbly skee O rubbing me\nWe'll probably go below publically\nI'm a coast to coast G, I keep the toast to mostly\nFor those who pose to closely backup\nKeep a piece in the vest, that's how we ride\nFrom the north to the south to the east to the west\n\nSo my niggas, they get money\nThrow your motherfucking hand in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all niggas scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\nAll my bitches, they get money\nThrow your motherfuckin' hands in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah oh yeah\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Up On Things\n artist: Fabolous\n album: A Gangster And A Gentleman Vol. 6 Bootleg\n duration_ms: 78000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yeah\n Walk with me west coast\n Yeah\n It's the coast to coast G on the check in\n Yeah ride ride ride\n\n If you ain't up on things\n Fabulous is the name, street fam's the game\n Screamin' seven one eight while them hammers bang\n Like bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca\n\n Kick game like I know a little bit of socca\n Spic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas\n Give them nick names and a little bit of vodka\n Then I'm game change a very freaky girl\n\n You know who got the gold like the kid from the last dragon\n You know who got the low on the spokes and the ass saggin'\n You know who got the gold that'll have your ass gaggin'\n You know who got the boat that'll have the task naggin'\n\n But I fuck bitches and get money\n My truck switches, you gotta duck bitches\n When you get twenties and plug switches\n That make you sit funny, I'm a rider\n\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you banging like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you gangsta like you supposed to be)\n\n C'mon you know its g's up C.O.'s down\n If I freeze up, its kilos now\n Pick trees up its three four pounds\n Fill the bees up 'til these bro's drown\n I snatch a few G's up and flea those towns\n Busta's freeze up when my V slow down\n I ease up with these four pounds\n Squeeze up to three four rounds\n I pick these up its G code now\n Y'all better call the D's up before I reload now\n\n I'm the boss somethin' like Springsteen\n I got somethin' that bring green, that look somethin' like stringbeans\n I make sure the hustlers keep somethin' to sling the fiends\n White, yellow, and a little somethin' that bling green\n\n We going to blast if we going I been doing\n This since Jabber was hooking off the glass in the forum\n Your grandparents has to assume\n 'Cuz the face look like a magnifying glass on the poem\n (Oh boy!)\n\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n\n So my niggas, they get money\n Throw your motherfucking hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah oh yeah\n And all my bitches, they get money\n Throw your motherfuckin' hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\n It's the kid with the D O double G\n After blowing three four dubs of trees\n My eyes are below double G's\n After sipping pin O bubbly skee O rubbing me\n We'll probably go below publically\n I'm a coast to coast G, I keep the toast to mostly\n For those who pose to closely backup\n Keep a piece in the vest, that's how we ride\n From the north to the south to the east to the west\n\n So my niggas, they get money\n Throw your motherfucking hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all niggas scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\n All my bitches, they get money\n Throw your motherfuckin' hands in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah oh yeah\"\n"},{"id":13654952,"name":"Up on Things","trackName":"Up on Things","artistName":"Fabolous & Snoop Dogg","albumName":"Playlist","duration":222.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nWalk with me west coast\nYeah\nIt's the coast to coast G on the check in\nYeah ride ride ride\n\nIf you ain't up on things\nFabulous is the name, street fam's the game\nScreamin' seven one eight while them hammers bang\nLike bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca\n\nKick game like I know a little bit of socca\nSpic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas\nGive them nick names and a little bit of vodka\nThen I'm game change a very freaky girl\n\nYou know who got the gold like the kid from the last dragon\nYou know who got the low on the spokes and the ass saggin'\nYou know who got the gold that'll have your ass gaggin'\nYou know who got the boat that'll have the task naggin'\n\nBut I fuck bitches and get money\nMy truck switches, you gotta duck bitches\nWhen you get twenties and plug switches\nThat make you sit funny, I'm a rider\n\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you banging like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you gangsta like you supposed to be)\n\nC'mon you know its g's up C.O.'s down\nIf I freeze up, its kilos now\nPick trees up its three four pounds\nFill the bees up 'til these bro's drown\nI snatch a few G's up and flea those towns\nBusta's freeze up when my V slow down\nI ease up with these four pounds\nSqueeze up to three four rounds\nI pick these up its G code now\nY'all better call the D's up before I reload now\n\nI'm the boss somethin' like Springsteen\nI got somethin' that bring green, that look somethin' like stringbeans\nI make sure the hustlers keep somethin' to sling the fiends\nWhite, yellow, and a little somethin' that bling green\n\nWe going to blast if we going I been doing\nThis since Jabber was hooking off the glass in the forum\nYour grandparents has to assume\n'Cuz the face look like a magnifying glass on the poem\n(Oh boy!)\n\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n\nSo my niggas, they get money\nThrow your motherfucking hand in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah oh yeah\nAnd all my bitches, they get money\nThrow your motherfuckin' hand in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\nIt's the kid with the D O double G\nAfter blowing three four dubs of trees\nMy eyes are below double G's\nAfter sipping pin O bubbly skee O rubbing me\nWe'll probably go below publically\nI'm a coast to coast G, I keep the toast to mostly\nFor those who pose to closely backup\nKeep a piece in the vest, that's how we ride\nFrom the north to the south to the east to the west\n\nSo my niggas, they get money\nThrow your motherfucking hand in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all niggas scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\nAll my bitches, they get money\nThrow your motherfuckin' hands in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah oh yeah\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Up on Things\n artist: Fabolous & Snoop Dogg\n album: Playlist\n duration_ms: 222000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yeah\n Walk with me west coast\n Yeah\n It's the coast to coast G on the check in\n Yeah ride ride ride\n\n If you ain't up on things\n Fabulous is the name, street fam's the game\n Screamin' seven one eight while them hammers bang\n Like bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca\n\n Kick game like I know a little bit of socca\n Spic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas\n Give them nick names and a little bit of vodka\n Then I'm game change a very freaky girl\n\n You know who got the gold like the kid from the last dragon\n You know who got the low on the spokes and the ass saggin'\n You know who got the gold that'll have your ass gaggin'\n You know who got the boat that'll have the task naggin'\n\n But I fuck bitches and get money\n My truck switches, you gotta duck bitches\n When you get twenties and plug switches\n That make you sit funny, I'm a rider\n\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you banging like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you gangsta like you supposed to be)\n\n C'mon you know its g's up C.O.'s down\n If I freeze up, its kilos now\n Pick trees up its three four pounds\n Fill the bees up 'til these bro's drown\n I snatch a few G's up and flea those towns\n Busta's freeze up when my V slow down\n I ease up with these four pounds\n Squeeze up to three four rounds\n I pick these up its G code now\n Y'all better call the D's up before I reload now\n\n I'm the boss somethin' like Springsteen\n I got somethin' that bring green, that look somethin' like stringbeans\n I make sure the hustlers keep somethin' to sling the fiends\n White, yellow, and a little somethin' that bling green\n\n We going to blast if we going I been doing\n This since Jabber was hooking off the glass in the forum\n Your grandparents has to assume\n 'Cuz the face look like a magnifying glass on the poem\n (Oh boy!)\n\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n\n So my niggas, they get money\n Throw your motherfucking hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah oh yeah\n And all my bitches, they get money\n Throw your motherfuckin' hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\n It's the kid with the D O double G\n After blowing three four dubs of trees\n My eyes are below double G's\n After sipping pin O bubbly skee O rubbing me\n We'll probably go below publically\n I'm a coast to coast G, I keep the toast to mostly\n For those who pose to closely backup\n Keep a piece in the vest, that's how we ride\n From the north to the south to the east to the west\n\n So my niggas, they get money\n Throw your motherfucking hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all niggas scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\n All my bitches, they get money\n Throw your motherfuckin' hands in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah oh yeah\"\n"},{"id":12745144,"name":"Up on Things","trackName":"Up on Things","artistName":"Fabolous / Snoop Dogg","albumName":"Street Dreams","duration":223.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nWalk with me west coast\nYeah\nIt's the coast to coast G on the check in\nYeah ride ride ride\n\nIf you ain't up on things\nFabulous is the name, street fam's the game\nScreamin' seven one eight while them hammers bang\nLike bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca\n\nKick game like I know a little bit of socca\nSpic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas\nGive them nick names and a little bit of vodka\nThen I'm game change a very freaky girl\n\nYou know who got the gold like the kid from the last dragon\nYou know who got the low on the spokes and the ass saggin'\nYou know who got the gold that'll have your ass gaggin'\nYou know who got the boat that'll have the task naggin'\n\nBut I fuck bitches and get money\nMy truck switches, you gotta duck bitches\nWhen you get twenties and plug switches\nThat make you sit funny, I'm a rider\n\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you banging like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you gangsta like you supposed to be)\n\nC'mon you know its g's up C.O.'s down\nIf I freeze up, its kilos now\nPick trees up its three four pounds\nFill the bees up 'til these bro's drown\nI snatch a few G's up and flea those towns\nBusta's freeze up when my V slow down\nI ease up with these four pounds\nSqueeze up to three four rounds\nI pick these up its G code now\nY'all better call the D's up before I reload now\n\nI'm the boss somethin' like Springsteen\nI got somethin' that bring green, that look somethin' like stringbeans\nI make sure the hustlers keep somethin' to sling the fiends\nWhite, yellow, and a little somethin' that bling green\n\nWe going to blast if we going I been doing\nThis since Jabber was hooking off the glass in the forum\nYour grandparents has to assume\n'Cuz the face look like a magnifying glass on the poem\n(Oh boy!)\n\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n\nSo my niggas, they get money\nThrow your motherfucking hand in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah oh yeah\nAnd all my bitches, they get money\nThrow your motherfuckin' hand in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\nIt's the kid with the D O double G\nAfter blowing three four dubs of trees\nMy eyes are below double G's\nAfter sipping pin O bubbly skee O rubbing me\nWe'll probably go below publically\nI'm a coast to coast G, I keep the toast to mostly\nFor those who pose to closely backup\nKeep a piece in the vest, that's how we ride\nFrom the north to the south to the east to the west\n\nSo my niggas, they get money\nThrow your motherfucking hand in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all niggas scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\nAll my bitches, they get money\nThrow your motherfuckin' hands in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah oh yeah\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Up on Things\n artist: Fabolous / Snoop Dogg\n album: Street Dreams\n duration_ms: 223000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yeah\n Walk with me west coast\n Yeah\n It's the coast to coast G on the check in\n Yeah ride ride ride\n\n If you ain't up on things\n Fabulous is the name, street fam's the game\n Screamin' seven one eight while them hammers bang\n Like bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca\n\n Kick game like I know a little bit of socca\n Spic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas\n Give them nick names and a little bit of vodka\n Then I'm game change a very freaky girl\n\n You know who got the gold like the kid from the last dragon\n You know who got the low on the spokes and the ass saggin'\n You know who got the gold that'll have your ass gaggin'\n You know who got the boat that'll have the task naggin'\n\n But I fuck bitches and get money\n My truck switches, you gotta duck bitches\n When you get twenties and plug switches\n That make you sit funny, I'm a rider\n\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you banging like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you gangsta like you supposed to be)\n\n C'mon you know its g's up C.O.'s down\n If I freeze up, its kilos now\n Pick trees up its three four pounds\n Fill the bees up 'til these bro's drown\n I snatch a few G's up and flea those towns\n Busta's freeze up when my V slow down\n I ease up with these four pounds\n Squeeze up to three four rounds\n I pick these up its G code now\n Y'all better call the D's up before I reload now\n\n I'm the boss somethin' like Springsteen\n I got somethin' that bring green, that look somethin' like stringbeans\n I make sure the hustlers keep somethin' to sling the fiends\n White, yellow, and a little somethin' that bling green\n\n We going to blast if we going I been doing\n This since Jabber was hooking off the glass in the forum\n Your grandparents has to assume\n 'Cuz the face look like a magnifying glass on the poem\n (Oh boy!)\n\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n\n So my niggas, they get money\n Throw your motherfucking hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah oh yeah\n And all my bitches, they get money\n Throw your motherfuckin' hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\n It's the kid with the D O double G\n After blowing three four dubs of trees\n My eyes are below double G's\n After sipping pin O bubbly skee O rubbing me\n We'll probably go below publically\n I'm a coast to coast G, I keep the toast to mostly\n For those who pose to closely backup\n Keep a piece in the vest, that's how we ride\n From the north to the south to the east to the west\n\n So my niggas, they get money\n Throw your motherfucking hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all niggas scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\n All my bitches, they get money\n Throw your motherfuckin' hands in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah oh yeah\"\n"},{"id":5693783,"name":"Up On Things (feat. Snoop Dogg)","trackName":"Up On Things (feat. Snoop Dogg)","artistName":"Fabolous","albumName":"Street Dreams","duration":223.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nWalk with me west coast\nYeah\nIt's the coast to coast G on the check in\nYeah ride ride ride\n\nIf you ain't up on things\nFabulous is the name, street fam's the game\nScreamin' seven one eight while them hammers bang\nLike bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca\n\nKick game like I know a little bit of socca\nSpic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas\nGive them nick names and a little bit of vodka\nThen I'm game change a very freaky girl\n\nYou know who got the gold like the kid from the last dragon\nYou know who got the low on the spokes and the ass saggin'\nYou know who got the gold that'll have your ass gaggin'\nYou know who got the boat that'll have the task naggin'\n\nBut I fuck bitches and get money\nMy truck switches, you gotta duck bitches\nWhen you get twenties and plug switches\nThat make you sit funny, I'm a rider\n\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you banging like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you gangsta like you supposed to be)\n\nC'mon you know its g's up C.O.'s down\nIf I freeze up, its kilos now\nPick trees up its three four pounds\nFill the bees up 'til these bro's drown\nI snatch a few G's up and flea those towns\nBusta's freeze up when my V slow down\nI ease up with these four pounds\nSqueeze up to three four rounds\nI pick these up its G code now\nY'all better call the D's up before I reload now\n\nI'm the boss somethin' like Springsteen\nI got somethin' that bring green, that look somethin' like stringbeans\nI make sure the hustlers keep somethin' to sling the fiends\nWhite, yellow, and a little somethin' that bling green\n\nWe going to blast if we going I been doing\nThis since Jabber was hooking off the glass in the forum\nYour grandparents has to assume\n'Cuz the face look like a magnifying glass on the poem\n(Oh boy!)\n\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n\nSo my niggas, they get money\nThrow your motherfucking hand in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah oh yeah\nAnd all my bitches, they get money\nThrow your motherfuckin' hand in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\nIt's the kid with the D O double G\nAfter blowing three four dubs of trees\nMy eyes are below double G's\nAfter sipping pin O bubbly skee O rubbing me\nWe'll probably go below publically\nI'm a coast to coast G, I keep the toast to mostly\nFor those who pose to closely backup\nKeep a piece in the vest, that's how we ride\nFrom the north to the south to the east to the west\n\nSo my niggas, they get money\nThrow your motherfucking hand in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all niggas scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\nAll my bitches, they get money\nThrow your motherfuckin' hands in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah oh yeah\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Up On Things (feat. Snoop Dogg)\n artist: Fabolous\n album: Street Dreams\n duration_ms: 223000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yeah\n Walk with me west coast\n Yeah\n It's the coast to coast G on the check in\n Yeah ride ride ride\n\n If you ain't up on things\n Fabulous is the name, street fam's the game\n Screamin' seven one eight while them hammers bang\n Like bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca\n\n Kick game like I know a little bit of socca\n Spic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas\n Give them nick names and a little bit of vodka\n Then I'm game change a very freaky girl\n\n You know who got the gold like the kid from the last dragon\n You know who got the low on the spokes and the ass saggin'\n You know who got the gold that'll have your ass gaggin'\n You know who got the boat that'll have the task naggin'\n\n But I fuck bitches and get money\n My truck switches, you gotta duck bitches\n When you get twenties and plug switches\n That make you sit funny, I'm a rider\n\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you banging like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you gangsta like you supposed to be)\n\n C'mon you know its g's up C.O.'s down\n If I freeze up, its kilos now\n Pick trees up its three four pounds\n Fill the bees up 'til these bro's drown\n I snatch a few G's up and flea those towns\n Busta's freeze up when my V slow down\n I ease up with these four pounds\n Squeeze up to three four rounds\n I pick these up its G code now\n Y'all better call the D's up before I reload now\n\n I'm the boss somethin' like Springsteen\n I got somethin' that bring green, that look somethin' like stringbeans\n I make sure the hustlers keep somethin' to sling the fiends\n White, yellow, and a little somethin' that bling green\n\n We going to blast if we going I been doing\n This since Jabber was hooking off the glass in the forum\n Your grandparents has to assume\n 'Cuz the face look like a magnifying glass on the poem\n (Oh boy!)\n\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n\n So my niggas, they get money\n Throw your motherfucking hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah oh yeah\n And all my bitches, they get money\n Throw your motherfuckin' hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\n It's the kid with the D O double G\n After blowing three four dubs of trees\n My eyes are below double G's\n After sipping pin O bubbly skee O rubbing me\n We'll probably go below publically\n I'm a coast to coast G, I keep the toast to mostly\n For those who pose to closely backup\n Keep a piece in the vest, that's how we ride\n From the north to the south to the east to the west\n\n So my niggas, they get money\n Throw your motherfucking hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all niggas scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\n All my bitches, they get money\n Throw your motherfuckin' hands in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah oh yeah\"\n"},{"id":16870622,"name":"Up on Things (feat. 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Snoop Dogg)\n artist: Fabolous\n album: Playlist\n duration_ms: 222000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yeah\n Walk with me west coast\n Yeah\n It's the coast to coast G on the check in\n Yeah ride ride ride\n\n If you ain't up on things\n Fabulous is the name, street fam's the game\n Screamin' seven one eight while them hammers bang\n Like bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca\n\n Kick game like I know a little bit of socca\n Spic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas\n Give them nick names and a little bit of vodka\n Then I'm game change a very freaky girl\n\n You know who got the gold like the kid from the last dragon\n You know who got the low on the spokes and the ass saggin'\n You know who got the gold that'll have your ass gaggin'\n You know who got the boat that'll have the task naggin'\n\n But I fuck bitches and get money\n My truck switches, you gotta duck bitches\n When you get twenties and plug switches\n That make you sit funny, I'm a rider\n\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you banging like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you gangsta like you supposed to be)\n\n C'mon you know its g's up C.O.'s down\n If I freeze up, its kilos now\n Pick trees up its three four pounds\n Fill the bees up 'til these bro's drown\n I snatch a few G's up and flea those towns\n Busta's freeze up when my V slow down\n I ease up with these four pounds\n Squeeze up to three four rounds\n I pick these up its G code now\n Y'all better call the D's up before I reload now\n\n I'm the boss somethin' like Springsteen\n I got somethin' that bring green, that look somethin' like stringbeans\n I make sure the hustlers keep somethin' to sling the fiends\n White, yellow, and a little somethin' that bling green\n\n We going to blast if we going I been doing\n This since Jabber was hooking off the glass in the forum\n Your grandparents has to assume\n 'Cuz the face look like a magnifying glass on the poem\n (Oh boy!)\n\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n\n So my niggas, they get money\n Throw your motherfucking hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah oh yeah\n And all my bitches, they get money\n Throw your motherfuckin' hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\n It's the kid with the D O double G\n After blowing three four dubs of trees\n My eyes are below double G's\n After sipping pin O bubbly skee O rubbing me\n We'll probably go below publically\n I'm a coast to coast G, I keep the toast to mostly\n For those who pose to closely backup\n Keep a piece in the vest, that's how we ride\n From the north to the south to the east to the west\n\n So my niggas, they get money\n Throw your motherfucking hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all niggas scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\n All my bitches, they get money\n Throw your motherfuckin' hands in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah oh yeah\"\n"},{"id":10656504,"name":"Up On Things ft. 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Snoop Dogg\n artist: Fabolous\n album: Street Dreams\n duration_ms: 221000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yeah\n Walk with me west coast\n Yeah\n It's the coast to coast G on the check in\n Yeah ride ride ride\n\n If you ain't up on things\n Fabulous is the name, street fam's the game\n Screamin' seven one eight while them hammers bang\n Like bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca\n\n Kick game like I know a little bit of socca\n Spic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas\n Give them nick names and a little bit of vodka\n Then I'm game change a very freaky girl\n\n You know who got the gold like the kid from the last dragon\n You know who got the low on the spokes and the ass saggin'\n You know who got the gold that'll have your ass gaggin'\n You know who got the boat that'll have the task naggin'\n\n But I fuck bitches and get money\n My truck switches, you gotta duck bitches\n When you get twenties and plug switches\n That make you sit funny, I'm a rider\n\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you banging like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you gangsta like you supposed to be)\n\n C'mon you know its g's up C.O.'s down\n If I freeze up, its kilos now\n Pick trees up its three four pounds\n Fill the bees up 'til these bro's drown\n I snatch a few G's up and flea those towns\n Busta's freeze up when my V slow down\n I ease up with these four pounds\n Squeeze up to three four rounds\n I pick these up its G code now\n Y'all better call the D's up before I reload now\n\n I'm the boss somethin' like Springsteen\n I got somethin' that bring green, that look somethin' like stringbeans\n I make sure the hustlers keep somethin' to sling the fiends\n White, yellow, and a little somethin' that bling green\n\n We going to blast if we going I been doing\n This since Jabber was hooking off the glass in the forum\n Your grandparents has to assume\n 'Cuz the face look like a magnifying glass on the poem\n (Oh boy!)\n\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n\n So my niggas, they get money\n Throw your motherfucking hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah oh yeah\n And all my bitches, they get money\n Throw your motherfuckin' hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\n It's the kid with the D O double G\n After blowing three four dubs of trees\n My eyes are below double G's\n After sipping pin O bubbly skee O rubbing me\n We'll probably go below publically\n I'm a coast to coast G, I keep the toast to mostly\n For those who pose to closely backup\n Keep a piece in the vest, that's how we ride\n From the north to the south to the east to the west\n\n So my niggas, they get money\n Throw your motherfucking hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all niggas scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\n All my bitches, they get money\n Throw your motherfuckin' hands in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah oh yeah\"\n"},{"id":10134833,"name":"Up on Things (feat. 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Snoop Dogg)\n artist: Fabolous\n album: Street Dreams (Bonus Track)\n duration_ms: 222000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yeah\n Walk with me west coast\n Yeah\n It's the coast to coast G on the check in\n Yeah ride ride ride\n\n If you ain't up on things\n Fabulous is the name, street fam's the game\n Screamin' seven one eight while them hammers bang\n Like bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca\n\n Kick game like I know a little bit of socca\n Spic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas\n Give them nick names and a little bit of vodka\n Then I'm game change a very freaky girl\n\n You know who got the gold like the kid from the last dragon\n You know who got the low on the spokes and the ass saggin'\n You know who got the gold that'll have your ass gaggin'\n You know who got the boat that'll have the task naggin'\n\n But I fuck bitches and get money\n My truck switches, you gotta duck bitches\n When you get twenties and plug switches\n That make you sit funny, I'm a rider\n\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you banging like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you gangsta like you supposed to be)\n\n C'mon you know its g's up C.O.'s down\n If I freeze up, its kilos now\n Pick trees up its three four pounds\n Fill the bees up 'til these bro's drown\n I snatch a few G's up and flea those towns\n Busta's freeze up when my V slow down\n I ease up with these four pounds\n Squeeze up to three four rounds\n I pick these up its G code now\n Y'all better call the D's up before I reload now\n\n I'm the boss somethin' like Springsteen\n I got somethin' that bring green, that look somethin' like stringbeans\n I make sure the hustlers keep somethin' to sling the fiends\n White, yellow, and a little somethin' that bling green\n\n We going to blast if we going I been doing\n This since Jabber was hooking off the glass in the forum\n Your grandparents has to assume\n 'Cuz the face look like a magnifying glass on the poem\n (Oh boy!)\n\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n\n So my niggas, they get money\n Throw your motherfucking hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah oh yeah\n And all my bitches, they get money\n Throw your motherfuckin' hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\n It's the kid with the D O double G\n After blowing three four dubs of trees\n My eyes are below double G's\n After sipping pin O bubbly skee O rubbing me\n We'll probably go below publically\n I'm a coast to coast G, I keep the toast to mostly\n For those who pose to closely backup\n Keep a piece in the vest, that's how we ride\n From the north to the south to the east to the west\n\n So my niggas, they get money\n Throw your motherfucking hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all niggas scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\n All my bitches, they get money\n Throw your motherfuckin' hands in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah oh yeah\"\n"},{"id":26776055,"name":"Up on Things Ft. 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Snoop Dogg","artistName":"Fabolous","albumName":"Street Dreams","duration":223.52,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nWalk with me west coast\nYeah\nIt's the coast to coast G on the check in\nYeah ride ride ride\n\nIf you ain't up on things\nFabulous is the name, street fam's the game\nScreamin' seven one eight while them hammers bang\nLike bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca\n\nKick game like I know a little bit of socca\nSpic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas\nGive them nick names and a little bit of vodka\nThen I'm game change a very freaky girl\n\nYou know who got the gold like the kid from the last dragon\nYou know who got the low on the spokes and the ass saggin'\nYou know who got the gold that'll have your ass gaggin'\nYou know who got the boat that'll have the task naggin'\n\nBut I fuck bitches and get money\nMy truck switches, you gotta duck bitches\nWhen you get twenties and plug switches\nThat make you sit funny, I'm a rider\n\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you banging like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you gangsta like you supposed to be)\n\nC'mon you know its g's up C.O.'s down\nIf I freeze up, its kilos now\nPick trees up its three four pounds\nFill the bees up 'til these bro's drown\nI snatch a few G's up and flea those towns\nBusta's freeze up when my V slow down\nI ease up with these four pounds\nSqueeze up to three four rounds\nI pick these up its G code now\nY'all better call the D's up before I reload now\n\nI'm the boss somethin' like Springsteen\nI got somethin' that bring green, that look somethin' like stringbeans\nI make sure the hustlers keep somethin' to sling the fiends\nWhite, yellow, and a little somethin' that bling green\n\nWe going to blast if we going I been doing\nThis since Jabber was hooking off the glass in the forum\nYour grandparents has to assume\n'Cuz the face look like a magnifying glass on the poem\n(Oh boy!)\n\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n\nSo my niggas, they get money\nThrow your motherfucking hand in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah oh yeah\nAnd all my bitches, they get money\nThrow your motherfuckin' hand in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\nIt's the kid with the D O double G\nAfter blowing three four dubs of trees\nMy eyes are below double G's\nAfter sipping pin O bubbly skee O rubbing me\nWe'll probably go below publically\nI'm a coast to coast G, I keep the toast to mostly\nFor those who pose to closely backup\nKeep a piece in the vest, that's how we ride\nFrom the north to the south to the east to the west\n\nSo my niggas, they get money\nThrow your motherfucking hand in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all niggas scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\nAll my bitches, they get money\nThrow your motherfuckin' hands in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah oh yeah\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Up on Things Ft. Snoop Dogg\n artist: Fabolous\n album: Street Dreams\n duration_ms: 223520\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yeah\n Walk with me west coast\n Yeah\n It's the coast to coast G on the check in\n Yeah ride ride ride\n\n If you ain't up on things\n Fabulous is the name, street fam's the game\n Screamin' seven one eight while them hammers bang\n Like bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca\n\n Kick game like I know a little bit of socca\n Spic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas\n Give them nick names and a little bit of vodka\n Then I'm game change a very freaky girl\n\n You know who got the gold like the kid from the last dragon\n You know who got the low on the spokes and the ass saggin'\n You know who got the gold that'll have your ass gaggin'\n You know who got the boat that'll have the task naggin'\n\n But I fuck bitches and get money\n My truck switches, you gotta duck bitches\n When you get twenties and plug switches\n That make you sit funny, I'm a rider\n\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you banging like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you gangsta like you supposed to be)\n\n C'mon you know its g's up C.O.'s down\n If I freeze up, its kilos now\n Pick trees up its three four pounds\n Fill the bees up 'til these bro's drown\n I snatch a few G's up and flea those towns\n Busta's freeze up when my V slow down\n I ease up with these four pounds\n Squeeze up to three four rounds\n I pick these up its G code now\n Y'all better call the D's up before I reload now\n\n I'm the boss somethin' like Springsteen\n I got somethin' that bring green, that look somethin' like stringbeans\n I make sure the hustlers keep somethin' to sling the fiends\n White, yellow, and a little somethin' that bling green\n\n We going to blast if we going I been doing\n This since Jabber was hooking off the glass in the forum\n Your grandparents has to assume\n 'Cuz the face look like a magnifying glass on the poem\n (Oh boy!)\n\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n\n So my niggas, they get money\n Throw your motherfucking hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah oh yeah\n And all my bitches, they get money\n Throw your motherfuckin' hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\n It's the kid with the D O double G\n After blowing three four dubs of trees\n My eyes are below double G's\n After sipping pin O bubbly skee O rubbing me\n We'll probably go below publically\n I'm a coast to coast G, I keep the toast to mostly\n For those who pose to closely backup\n Keep a piece in the vest, that's how we ride\n From the north to the south to the east to the west\n\n So my niggas, they get money\n Throw your motherfucking hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all niggas scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\n All my bitches, they get money\n Throw your motherfuckin' hands in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah oh yeah\"\n"},{"id":40135352,"name":"Up On Things (Feat Snoop Dogg)","trackName":"Up On Things (Feat Snoop Dogg)","artistName":"Fabolous","albumName":"Street Dreams (Clean)","duration":223.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nWalk with me west coast\nYeah\nIt's the coast to coast G on the check in\nYeah ride ride ride\n\nIf you ain't up on things\nFabulous is the name, street fam's the game\nScreamin' seven one eight while them hammers bang\nLike bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca\n\nKick game like I know a little bit of socca\nSpic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas\nGive them nick names and a little bit of vodka\nThen I'm game change a very freaky girl\n\nYou know who got the gold like the kid from the last dragon\nYou know who got the low on the spokes and the ass saggin'\nYou know who got the gold that'll have your ass gaggin'\nYou know who got the boat that'll have the task naggin'\n\nBut I fuck bitches and get money\nMy truck switches, you gotta duck bitches\nWhen you get twenties and plug switches\nThat make you sit funny, I'm a rider\n\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you banging like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you gangsta like you supposed to be)\n\nC'mon you know its g's up C.O.'s down\nIf I freeze up, its kilos now\nPick trees up its three four pounds\nFill the bees up 'til these bro's drown\nI snatch a few G's up and flea those towns\nBusta's freeze up when my V slow down\nI ease up with these four pounds\nSqueeze up to three four rounds\nI pick these up its G code now\nY'all better call the D's up before I reload now\n\nI'm the boss somethin' like Springsteen\nI got somethin' that bring green, that look somethin' like stringbeans\nI make sure the hustlers keep somethin' to sling the fiends\nWhite, yellow, and a little somethin' that bling green\n\nWe going to blast if we going I been doing\nThis since Jabber was hooking off the glass in the forum\nYour grandparents has to assume\n'Cuz the face look like a magnifying glass on the poem\n(Oh boy!)\n\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n\nSo my niggas, they get money\nThrow your motherfucking hand in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah oh yeah\nAnd all my bitches, they get money\nThrow your motherfuckin' hand in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\nIt's the kid with the D O double G\nAfter blowing three four dubs of trees\nMy eyes are below double G's\nAfter sipping pin O bubbly skee O rubbing me\nWe'll probably go below publically\nI'm a coast to coast G, I keep the toast to mostly\nFor those who pose to closely backup\nKeep a piece in the vest, that's how we ride\nFrom the north to the south to the east to the west\n\nSo my niggas, they get money\nThrow your motherfucking hand in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all niggas scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\nAll my bitches, they get money\nThrow your motherfuckin' hands in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah oh yeah\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Up On Things (Feat Snoop Dogg)\n artist: Fabolous\n album: Street Dreams (Clean)\n duration_ms: 222569\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yeah\n Walk with me west coast\n Yeah\n It's the coast to coast G on the check in\n Yeah ride ride ride\n\n If you ain't up on things\n Fabulous is the name, street fam's the game\n Screamin' seven one eight while them hammers bang\n Like bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca\n\n Kick game like I know a little bit of socca\n Spic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas\n Give them nick names and a little bit of vodka\n Then I'm game change a very freaky girl\n\n You know who got the gold like the kid from the last dragon\n You know who got the low on the spokes and the ass saggin'\n You know who got the gold that'll have your ass gaggin'\n You know who got the boat that'll have the task naggin'\n\n But I fuck bitches and get money\n My truck switches, you gotta duck bitches\n When you get twenties and plug switches\n That make you sit funny, I'm a rider\n\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you banging like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you gangsta like you supposed to be)\n\n C'mon you know its g's up C.O.'s down\n If I freeze up, its kilos now\n Pick trees up its three four pounds\n Fill the bees up 'til these bro's drown\n I snatch a few G's up and flea those towns\n Busta's freeze up when my V slow down\n I ease up with these four pounds\n Squeeze up to three four rounds\n I pick these up its G code now\n Y'all better call the D's up before I reload now\n\n I'm the boss somethin' like Springsteen\n I got somethin' that bring green, that look somethin' like stringbeans\n I make sure the hustlers keep somethin' to sling the fiends\n White, yellow, and a little somethin' that bling green\n\n We going to blast if we going I been doing\n This since Jabber was hooking off the glass in the forum\n Your grandparents has to assume\n 'Cuz the face look like a magnifying glass on the poem\n (Oh boy!)\n\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n\n So my niggas, they get money\n Throw your motherfucking hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah oh yeah\n And all my bitches, they get money\n Throw your motherfuckin' hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\n It's the kid with the D O double G\n After blowing three four dubs of trees\n My eyes are below double G's\n After sipping pin O bubbly skee O rubbing me\n We'll probably go below publically\n I'm a coast to coast G, I keep the toast to mostly\n For those who pose to closely backup\n Keep a piece in the vest, that's how we ride\n From the north to the south to the east to the west\n\n So my niggas, they get money\n Throw your motherfucking hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all niggas scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\n All my bitches, they get money\n Throw your motherfuckin' hands in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah oh yeah\"\n"},{"id":20314542,"name":"Up on Things","trackName":"Up on Things","artistName":"Fabolous feat. Snoop Dogg","albumName":"Street Dreams (bonus track)","duration":222.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nWalk with me west coast\nYeah\nIt's the coast to coast G on the check in\nYeah ride ride ride\n\nIf you ain't up on things\nFabulous is the name, street fam's the game\nScreamin' seven one eight while them hammers bang\nLike bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca\n\nKick game like I know a little bit of socca\nSpic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas\nGive them nick names and a little bit of vodka\nThen I'm game change a very freaky girl\n\nYou know who got the gold like the kid from the last dragon\nYou know who got the low on the spokes and the ass saggin'\nYou know who got the gold that'll have your ass gaggin'\nYou know who got the boat that'll have the task naggin'\n\nBut I fuck bitches and get money\nMy truck switches, you gotta duck bitches\nWhen you get twenties and plug switches\nThat make you sit funny, I'm a rider\n\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you banging like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you gangsta like you supposed to be)\n\nC'mon you know its g's up C.O.'s down\nIf I freeze up, its kilos now\nPick trees up its three four pounds\nFill the bees up 'til these bro's drown\nI snatch a few G's up and flea those towns\nBusta's freeze up when my V slow down\nI ease up with these four pounds\nSqueeze up to three four rounds\nI pick these up its G code now\nY'all better call the D's up before I reload now\n\nI'm the boss somethin' like Springsteen\nI got somethin' that bring green, that look somethin' like stringbeans\nI make sure the hustlers keep somethin' to sling the fiends\nWhite, yellow, and a little somethin' that bling green\n\nWe going to blast if we going I been doing\nThis since Jabber was hooking off the glass in the forum\nYour grandparents has to assume\n'Cuz the face look like a magnifying glass on the poem\n(Oh boy!)\n\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n\nSo my niggas, they get money\nThrow your motherfucking hand in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah oh yeah\nAnd all my bitches, they get money\nThrow your motherfuckin' hand in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\nIt's the kid with the D O double G\nAfter blowing three four dubs of trees\nMy eyes are below double G's\nAfter sipping pin O bubbly skee O rubbing me\nWe'll probably go below publically\nI'm a coast to coast G, I keep the toast to mostly\nFor those who pose to closely backup\nKeep a piece in the vest, that's how we ride\nFrom the north to the south to the east to the west\n\nSo my niggas, they get money\nThrow your motherfucking hand in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all niggas scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\nAll my bitches, they get money\nThrow your motherfuckin' hands in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah oh yeah\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Up on Things\n artist: Fabolous feat. Snoop Dogg\n album: Street Dreams (bonus track)\n duration_ms: 222000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yeah\n Walk with me west coast\n Yeah\n It's the coast to coast G on the check in\n Yeah ride ride ride\n\n If you ain't up on things\n Fabulous is the name, street fam's the game\n Screamin' seven one eight while them hammers bang\n Like bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca\n\n Kick game like I know a little bit of socca\n Spic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas\n Give them nick names and a little bit of vodka\n Then I'm game change a very freaky girl\n\n You know who got the gold like the kid from the last dragon\n You know who got the low on the spokes and the ass saggin'\n You know who got the gold that'll have your ass gaggin'\n You know who got the boat that'll have the task naggin'\n\n But I fuck bitches and get money\n My truck switches, you gotta duck bitches\n When you get twenties and plug switches\n That make you sit funny, I'm a rider\n\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you banging like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you gangsta like you supposed to be)\n\n C'mon you know its g's up C.O.'s down\n If I freeze up, its kilos now\n Pick trees up its three four pounds\n Fill the bees up 'til these bro's drown\n I snatch a few G's up and flea those towns\n Busta's freeze up when my V slow down\n I ease up with these four pounds\n Squeeze up to three four rounds\n I pick these up its G code now\n Y'all better call the D's up before I reload now\n\n I'm the boss somethin' like Springsteen\n I got somethin' that bring green, that look somethin' like stringbeans\n I make sure the hustlers keep somethin' to sling the fiends\n White, yellow, and a little somethin' that bling green\n\n We going to blast if we going I been doing\n This since Jabber was hooking off the glass in the forum\n Your grandparents has to assume\n 'Cuz the face look like a magnifying glass on the poem\n (Oh boy!)\n\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n\n So my niggas, they get money\n Throw your motherfucking hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah oh yeah\n And all my bitches, they get money\n Throw your motherfuckin' hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\n It's the kid with the D O double G\n After blowing three four dubs of trees\n My eyes are below double G's\n After sipping pin O bubbly skee O rubbing me\n We'll probably go below publically\n I'm a coast to coast G, I keep the toast to mostly\n For those who pose to closely backup\n Keep a piece in the vest, that's how we ride\n From the north to the south to the east to the west\n\n So my niggas, they get money\n Throw your motherfucking hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all niggas scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\n All my bitches, they get money\n Throw your motherfuckin' hands in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah oh yeah\"\n"},{"id":9968302,"name":"Up on Things","trackName":"Up on Things","artistName":"Fabolous feat. Snoop Dogg","albumName":"Street Dreams","duration":223.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nWalk with me west coast\nYeah\nIt's the coast to coast G on the check in\nYeah ride ride ride\n\nIf you ain't up on things\nFabulous is the name, street fam's the game\nScreamin' seven one eight while them hammers bang\nLike bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca\n\nKick game like I know a little bit of socca\nSpic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas\nGive them nick names and a little bit of vodka\nThen I'm game change a very freaky girl\n\nYou know who got the gold like the kid from the last dragon\nYou know who got the low on the spokes and the ass saggin'\nYou know who got the gold that'll have your ass gaggin'\nYou know who got the boat that'll have the task naggin'\n\nBut I fuck bitches and get money\nMy truck switches, you gotta duck bitches\nWhen you get twenties and plug switches\nThat make you sit funny, I'm a rider\n\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you banging like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you gangsta like you supposed to be)\n\nC'mon you know its g's up C.O.'s down\nIf I freeze up, its kilos now\nPick trees up its three four pounds\nFill the bees up 'til these bro's drown\nI snatch a few G's up and flea those towns\nBusta's freeze up when my V slow down\nI ease up with these four pounds\nSqueeze up to three four rounds\nI pick these up its G code now\nY'all better call the D's up before I reload now\n\nI'm the boss somethin' like Springsteen\nI got somethin' that bring green, that look somethin' like stringbeans\nI make sure the hustlers keep somethin' to sling the fiends\nWhite, yellow, and a little somethin' that bling green\n\nWe going to blast if we going I been doing\nThis since Jabber was hooking off the glass in the forum\nYour grandparents has to assume\n'Cuz the face look like a magnifying glass on the poem\n(Oh boy!)\n\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n\nSo my niggas, they get money\nThrow your motherfucking hand in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah oh yeah\nAnd all my bitches, they get money\nThrow your motherfuckin' hand in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\nIt's the kid with the D O double G\nAfter blowing three four dubs of trees\nMy eyes are below double G's\nAfter sipping pin O bubbly skee O rubbing me\nWe'll probably go below publically\nI'm a coast to coast G, I keep the toast to mostly\nFor those who pose to closely backup\nKeep a piece in the vest, that's how we ride\nFrom the north to the south to the east to the west\n\nSo my niggas, they get money\nThrow your motherfucking hand in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all niggas scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\nAll my bitches, they get money\nThrow your motherfuckin' hands in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah oh yeah\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Up on Things\n artist: Fabolous feat. Snoop Dogg\n album: Street Dreams\n duration_ms: 223000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yeah\n Walk with me west coast\n Yeah\n It's the coast to coast G on the check in\n Yeah ride ride ride\n\n If you ain't up on things\n Fabulous is the name, street fam's the game\n Screamin' seven one eight while them hammers bang\n Like bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca\n\n Kick game like I know a little bit of socca\n Spic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas\n Give them nick names and a little bit of vodka\n Then I'm game change a very freaky girl\n\n You know who got the gold like the kid from the last dragon\n You know who got the low on the spokes and the ass saggin'\n You know who got the gold that'll have your ass gaggin'\n You know who got the boat that'll have the task naggin'\n\n But I fuck bitches and get money\n My truck switches, you gotta duck bitches\n When you get twenties and plug switches\n That make you sit funny, I'm a rider\n\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you banging like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you gangsta like you supposed to be)\n\n C'mon you know its g's up C.O.'s down\n If I freeze up, its kilos now\n Pick trees up its three four pounds\n Fill the bees up 'til these bro's drown\n I snatch a few G's up and flea those towns\n Busta's freeze up when my V slow down\n I ease up with these four pounds\n Squeeze up to three four rounds\n I pick these up its G code now\n Y'all better call the D's up before I reload now\n\n I'm the boss somethin' like Springsteen\n I got somethin' that bring green, that look somethin' like stringbeans\n I make sure the hustlers keep somethin' to sling the fiends\n White, yellow, and a little somethin' that bling green\n\n We going to blast if we going I been doing\n This since Jabber was hooking off the glass in the forum\n Your grandparents has to assume\n 'Cuz the face look like a magnifying glass on the poem\n (Oh boy!)\n\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n\n So my niggas, they get money\n Throw your motherfucking hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah oh yeah\n And all my bitches, they get money\n Throw your motherfuckin' hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\n It's the kid with the D O double G\n After blowing three four dubs of trees\n My eyes are below double G's\n After sipping pin O bubbly skee O rubbing me\n We'll probably go below publically\n I'm a coast to coast G, I keep the toast to mostly\n For those who pose to closely backup\n Keep a piece in the vest, that's how we ride\n From the north to the south to the east to the west\n\n So my niggas, they get money\n Throw your motherfucking hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all niggas scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\n All my bitches, they get money\n Throw your motherfuckin' hands in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah oh yeah\"\n"},{"id":35268450,"name":"Up On Things","trackName":"Up On Things","artistName":"Fabolous Feat․ Snoop Dogg","albumName":"Street Dreams","duration":223.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nWalk with me west coast\nYeah\nIt's the coast to coast G on the check in\nYeah ride ride ride\n\nIf you ain't up on things\nFabulous is the name, street fam's the game\nScreamin' seven one eight while them hammers bang\nLike bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca\n\nKick game like I know a little bit of socca\nSpic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas\nGive them nick names and a little bit of vodka\nThen I'm game change a very freaky girl\n\nYou know who got the gold like the kid from the last dragon\nYou know who got the low on the spokes and the ass saggin'\nYou know who got the gold that'll have your ass gaggin'\nYou know who got the boat that'll have the task naggin'\n\nBut I fuck bitches and get money\nMy truck switches, you gotta duck bitches\nWhen you get twenties and plug switches\nThat make you sit funny, I'm a rider\n\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you banging like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you gangsta like you supposed to be)\n\nC'mon you know its g's up C.O.'s down\nIf I freeze up, its kilos now\nPick trees up its three four pounds\nFill the bees up 'til these bro's drown\nI snatch a few G's up and flea those towns\nBusta's freeze up when my V slow down\nI ease up with these four pounds\nSqueeze up to three four rounds\nI pick these up its G code now\nY'all better call the D's up before I reload now\n\nI'm the boss somethin' like Springsteen\nI got somethin' that bring green, that look somethin' like stringbeans\nI make sure the hustlers keep somethin' to sling the fiends\nWhite, yellow, and a little somethin' that bling green\n\nWe going to blast if we going I been doing\nThis since Jabber was hooking off the glass in the forum\nYour grandparents has to assume\n'Cuz the face look like a magnifying glass on the poem\n(Oh boy!)\n\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n\nSo my niggas, they get money\nThrow your motherfucking hand in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah oh yeah\nAnd all my bitches, they get money\nThrow your motherfuckin' hand in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\nIt's the kid with the D O double G\nAfter blowing three four dubs of trees\nMy eyes are below double G's\nAfter sipping pin O bubbly skee O rubbing me\nWe'll probably go below publically\nI'm a coast to coast G, I keep the toast to mostly\nFor those who pose to closely backup\nKeep a piece in the vest, that's how we ride\nFrom the north to the south to the east to the west\n\nSo my niggas, they get money\nThrow your motherfucking hand in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all niggas scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\nAll my bitches, they get money\nThrow your motherfuckin' hands in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah oh yeah\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Up On Things\n artist: Fabolous Feat․ Snoop Dogg\n album: Street Dreams\n duration_ms: 223000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yeah\n Walk with me west coast\n Yeah\n It's the coast to coast G on the check in\n Yeah ride ride ride\n\n If you ain't up on things\n Fabulous is the name, street fam's the game\n Screamin' seven one eight while them hammers bang\n Like bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca\n\n Kick game like I know a little bit of socca\n Spic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas\n Give them nick names and a little bit of vodka\n Then I'm game change a very freaky girl\n\n You know who got the gold like the kid from the last dragon\n You know who got the low on the spokes and the ass saggin'\n You know who got the gold that'll have your ass gaggin'\n You know who got the boat that'll have the task naggin'\n\n But I fuck bitches and get money\n My truck switches, you gotta duck bitches\n When you get twenties and plug switches\n That make you sit funny, I'm a rider\n\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you banging like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you gangsta like you supposed to be)\n\n C'mon you know its g's up C.O.'s down\n If I freeze up, its kilos now\n Pick trees up its three four pounds\n Fill the bees up 'til these bro's drown\n I snatch a few G's up and flea those towns\n Busta's freeze up when my V slow down\n I ease up with these four pounds\n Squeeze up to three four rounds\n I pick these up its G code now\n Y'all better call the D's up before I reload now\n\n I'm the boss somethin' like Springsteen\n I got somethin' that bring green, that look somethin' like stringbeans\n I make sure the hustlers keep somethin' to sling the fiends\n White, yellow, and a little somethin' that bling green\n\n We going to blast if we going I been doing\n This since Jabber was hooking off the glass in the forum\n Your grandparents has to assume\n 'Cuz the face look like a magnifying glass on the poem\n (Oh boy!)\n\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n\n So my niggas, they get money\n Throw your motherfucking hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah oh yeah\n And all my bitches, they get money\n Throw your motherfuckin' hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\n It's the kid with the D O double G\n After blowing three four dubs of trees\n My eyes are below double G's\n After sipping pin O bubbly skee O rubbing me\n We'll probably go below publically\n I'm a coast to coast G, I keep the toast to mostly\n For those who pose to closely backup\n Keep a piece in the vest, that's how we ride\n From the north to the south to the east to the west\n\n So my niggas, they get money\n Throw your motherfucking hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all niggas scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\n All my bitches, they get money\n Throw your motherfuckin' hands in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah oh yeah\"\n"},{"id":17935687,"name":"Up on Things (feat. Snoop Dogg) (Explicit Version)","trackName":"Up on Things (feat. Snoop Dogg) (Explicit Version)","artistName":"Fabolous","albumName":"Street Dreams (Bonus Track)","duration":222.4,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nWalk with me west coast\nYeah\nIt's the coast to coast G on the check in\nYeah ride ride ride\n\nIf you ain't up on things\nFabulous is the name, street fam's the game\nScreamin' seven one eight while them hammers bang\nLike bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca\n\nKick game like I know a little bit of socca\nSpic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas\nGive them nick names and a little bit of vodka\nThen I'm game change a very freaky girl\n\nYou know who got the gold like the kid from the last dragon\nYou know who got the low on the spokes and the ass saggin'\nYou know who got the gold that'll have your ass gaggin'\nYou know who got the boat that'll have the task naggin'\n\nBut I fuck bitches and get money\nMy truck switches, you gotta duck bitches\nWhen you get twenties and plug switches\nThat make you sit funny, I'm a rider\n\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you banging like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you gangsta like you supposed to be)\n\nC'mon you know its g's up C.O.'s down\nIf I freeze up, its kilos now\nPick trees up its three four pounds\nFill the bees up 'til these bro's drown\nI snatch a few G's up and flea those towns\nBusta's freeze up when my V slow down\nI ease up with these four pounds\nSqueeze up to three four rounds\nI pick these up its G code now\nY'all better call the D's up before I reload now\n\nI'm the boss somethin' like Springsteen\nI got somethin' that bring green, that look somethin' like stringbeans\nI make sure the hustlers keep somethin' to sling the fiends\nWhite, yellow, and a little somethin' that bling green\n\nWe going to blast if we going I been doing\nThis since Jabber was hooking off the glass in the forum\nYour grandparents has to assume\n'Cuz the face look like a magnifying glass on the poem\n(Oh boy!)\n\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n\nSo my niggas, they get money\nThrow your motherfucking hand in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah oh yeah\nAnd all my bitches, they get money\nThrow your motherfuckin' hand in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\nIt's the kid with the D O double G\nAfter blowing three four dubs of trees\nMy eyes are below double G's\nAfter sipping pin O bubbly skee O rubbing me\nWe'll probably go below publically\nI'm a coast to coast G, I keep the toast to mostly\nFor those who pose to closely backup\nKeep a piece in the vest, that's how we ride\nFrom the north to the south to the east to the west\n\nSo my niggas, they get money\nThrow your motherfucking hand in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all niggas scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\nAll my bitches, they get money\nThrow your motherfuckin' hands in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah oh yeah\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Up on Things (feat. Snoop Dogg) (Explicit Version)\n artist: Fabolous\n album: Street Dreams (Bonus Track)\n duration_ms: 222400\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yeah\n Walk with me west coast\n Yeah\n It's the coast to coast G on the check in\n Yeah ride ride ride\n\n If you ain't up on things\n Fabulous is the name, street fam's the game\n Screamin' seven one eight while them hammers bang\n Like bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca\n\n Kick game like I know a little bit of socca\n Spic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas\n Give them nick names and a little bit of vodka\n Then I'm game change a very freaky girl\n\n You know who got the gold like the kid from the last dragon\n You know who got the low on the spokes and the ass saggin'\n You know who got the gold that'll have your ass gaggin'\n You know who got the boat that'll have the task naggin'\n\n But I fuck bitches and get money\n My truck switches, you gotta duck bitches\n When you get twenties and plug switches\n That make you sit funny, I'm a rider\n\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you banging like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you gangsta like you supposed to be)\n\n C'mon you know its g's up C.O.'s down\n If I freeze up, its kilos now\n Pick trees up its three four pounds\n Fill the bees up 'til these bro's drown\n I snatch a few G's up and flea those towns\n Busta's freeze up when my V slow down\n I ease up with these four pounds\n Squeeze up to three four rounds\n I pick these up its G code now\n Y'all better call the D's up before I reload now\n\n I'm the boss somethin' like Springsteen\n I got somethin' that bring green, that look somethin' like stringbeans\n I make sure the hustlers keep somethin' to sling the fiends\n White, yellow, and a little somethin' that bling green\n\n We going to blast if we going I been doing\n This since Jabber was hooking off the glass in the forum\n Your grandparents has to assume\n 'Cuz the face look like a magnifying glass on the poem\n (Oh boy!)\n\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n\n So my niggas, they get money\n Throw your motherfucking hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah oh yeah\n And all my bitches, they get money\n Throw your motherfuckin' hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\n It's the kid with the D O double G\n After blowing three four dubs of trees\n My eyes are below double G's\n After sipping pin O bubbly skee O rubbing me\n We'll probably go below publically\n I'm a coast to coast G, I keep the toast to mostly\n For those who pose to closely backup\n Keep a piece in the vest, that's how we ride\n From the north to the south to the east to the west\n\n So my niggas, they get money\n Throw your motherfucking hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all niggas scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\n All my bitches, they get money\n Throw your motherfuckin' hands in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah oh yeah\"\n"},{"id":13400754,"name":"Up On Things (Feat. 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Snoop Dogg) (Produced By DJ Clue & DURO)\n artist: Fabolous\n album: Street Dreams\n duration_ms: 222507\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yeah\n Walk with me west coast\n Yeah\n It's the coast to coast G on the check in\n Yeah ride ride ride\n\n If you ain't up on things\n Fabulous is the name, street fam's the game\n Screamin' seven one eight while them hammers bang\n Like bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca\n\n Kick game like I know a little bit of socca\n Spic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas\n Give them nick names and a little bit of vodka\n Then I'm game change a very freaky girl\n\n You know who got the gold like the kid from the last dragon\n You know who got the low on the spokes and the ass saggin'\n You know who got the gold that'll have your ass gaggin'\n You know who got the boat that'll have the task naggin'\n\n But I fuck bitches and get money\n My truck switches, you gotta duck bitches\n When you get twenties and plug switches\n That make you sit funny, I'm a rider\n\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you banging like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you gangsta like you supposed to be)\n\n C'mon you know its g's up C.O.'s down\n If I freeze up, its kilos now\n Pick trees up its three four pounds\n Fill the bees up 'til these bro's drown\n I snatch a few G's up and flea those towns\n Busta's freeze up when my V slow down\n I ease up with these four pounds\n Squeeze up to three four rounds\n I pick these up its G code now\n Y'all better call the D's up before I reload now\n\n I'm the boss somethin' like Springsteen\n I got somethin' that bring green, that look somethin' like stringbeans\n I make sure the hustlers keep somethin' to sling the fiends\n White, yellow, and a little somethin' that bling green\n\n We going to blast if we going I been doing\n This since Jabber was hooking off the glass in the forum\n Your grandparents has to assume\n 'Cuz the face look like a magnifying glass on the poem\n (Oh boy!)\n\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n\n So my niggas, they get money\n Throw your motherfucking hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah oh yeah\n And all my bitches, they get money\n Throw your motherfuckin' hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\n It's the kid with the D O double G\n After blowing three four dubs of trees\n My eyes are below double G's\n After sipping pin O bubbly skee O rubbing me\n We'll probably go below publically\n I'm a coast to coast G, I keep the toast to mostly\n For those who pose to closely backup\n Keep a piece in the vest, that's how we ride\n From the north to the south to the east to the west\n\n So my niggas, they get money\n Throw your motherfucking hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all niggas scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\n All my bitches, they get money\n Throw your motherfuckin' hands in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah oh yeah\"\n"},{"id":30415661,"name":"Up On Things (feat. 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Snoop Dogg)\n artist: Fabolous, Snoop Dogg\n album: Street Dreams\n duration_ms: 222000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yeah\n Walk with me west coast\n Yeah\n It's the coast to coast G on the check in\n Yeah ride ride ride\n\n If you ain't up on things\n Fabulous is the name, street fam's the game\n Screamin' seven one eight while them hammers bang\n Like bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca\n\n Kick game like I know a little bit of socca\n Spic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas\n Give them nick names and a little bit of vodka\n Then I'm game change a very freaky girl\n\n You know who got the gold like the kid from the last dragon\n You know who got the low on the spokes and the ass saggin'\n You know who got the gold that'll have your ass gaggin'\n You know who got the boat that'll have the task naggin'\n\n But I fuck bitches and get money\n My truck switches, you gotta duck bitches\n When you get twenties and plug switches\n That make you sit funny, I'm a rider\n\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you banging like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you gangsta like you supposed to be)\n\n C'mon you know its g's up C.O.'s down\n If I freeze up, its kilos now\n Pick trees up its three four pounds\n Fill the bees up 'til these bro's drown\n I snatch a few G's up and flea those towns\n Busta's freeze up when my V slow down\n I ease up with these four pounds\n Squeeze up to three four rounds\n I pick these up its G code now\n Y'all better call the D's up before I reload now\n\n I'm the boss somethin' like Springsteen\n I got somethin' that bring green, that look somethin' like stringbeans\n I make sure the hustlers keep somethin' to sling the fiends\n White, yellow, and a little somethin' that bling green\n\n We going to blast if we going I been doing\n This since Jabber was hooking off the glass in the forum\n Your grandparents has to assume\n 'Cuz the face look like a magnifying glass on the poem\n (Oh boy!)\n\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n\n So my niggas, they get money\n Throw your motherfucking hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah oh yeah\n And all my bitches, they get money\n Throw your motherfuckin' hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\n It's the kid with the D O double G\n After blowing three four dubs of trees\n My eyes are below double G's\n After sipping pin O bubbly skee O rubbing me\n We'll probably go below publically\n I'm a coast to coast G, I keep the toast to mostly\n For those who pose to closely backup\n Keep a piece in the vest, that's how we ride\n From the north to the south to the east to the west\n\n So my niggas, they get money\n Throw your motherfucking hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all niggas scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\n All my bitches, they get money\n Throw your motherfuckin' hands in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah oh yeah\"\n"},{"id":31490436,"name":"Up on Things (feat. 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Snoop Dogg)\n artist: Fabolous, Snoop Dogg\n album: Street Dreams (Bonus Track)\n duration_ms: 222000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yeah\n Walk with me west coast\n Yeah\n It's the coast to coast G on the check in\n Yeah ride ride ride\n\n If you ain't up on things\n Fabulous is the name, street fam's the game\n Screamin' seven one eight while them hammers bang\n Like bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca\n\n Kick game like I know a little bit of socca\n Spic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas\n Give them nick names and a little bit of vodka\n Then I'm game change a very freaky girl\n\n You know who got the gold like the kid from the last dragon\n You know who got the low on the spokes and the ass saggin'\n You know who got the gold that'll have your ass gaggin'\n You know who got the boat that'll have the task naggin'\n\n But I fuck bitches and get money\n My truck switches, you gotta duck bitches\n When you get twenties and plug switches\n That make you sit funny, I'm a rider\n\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you banging like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you gangsta like you supposed to be)\n\n C'mon you know its g's up C.O.'s down\n If I freeze up, its kilos now\n Pick trees up its three four pounds\n Fill the bees up 'til these bro's drown\n I snatch a few G's up and flea those towns\n Busta's freeze up when my V slow down\n I ease up with these four pounds\n Squeeze up to three four rounds\n I pick these up its G code now\n Y'all better call the D's up before I reload now\n\n I'm the boss somethin' like Springsteen\n I got somethin' that bring green, that look somethin' like stringbeans\n I make sure the hustlers keep somethin' to sling the fiends\n White, yellow, and a little somethin' that bling green\n\n We going to blast if we going I been doing\n This since Jabber was hooking off the glass in the forum\n Your grandparents has to assume\n 'Cuz the face look like a magnifying glass on the poem\n (Oh boy!)\n\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n\n So my niggas, they get money\n Throw your motherfucking hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah oh yeah\n And all my bitches, they get money\n Throw your motherfuckin' hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\n It's the kid with the D O double G\n After blowing three four dubs of trees\n My eyes are below double G's\n After sipping pin O bubbly skee O rubbing me\n We'll probably go below publically\n I'm a coast to coast G, I keep the toast to mostly\n For those who pose to closely backup\n Keep a piece in the vest, that's how we ride\n From the north to the south to the east to the west\n\n So my niggas, they get money\n Throw your motherfucking hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all niggas scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\n All my bitches, they get money\n Throw your motherfuckin' hands in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah oh yeah\"\n"},{"id":5693782,"name":"Up on Things (feat. Snoop Dogg)","trackName":"Up on Things (feat. Snoop Dogg)","artistName":"Fabolous feat. Snoop Dogg","albumName":"Street Dreams","duration":223.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nWalk with me west coast\nYeah\nIt's the coast to coast G on the check in\nYeah ride ride ride\n\nIf you ain't up on things\nFabulous is the name, street fam's the game\nScreamin' seven one eight while them hammers bang\nLike bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca\n\nKick game like I know a little bit of socca\nSpic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas\nGive them nick names and a little bit of vodka\nThen I'm game change a very freaky girl\n\nYou know who got the gold like the kid from the last dragon\nYou know who got the low on the spokes and the ass saggin'\nYou know who got the gold that'll have your ass gaggin'\nYou know who got the boat that'll have the task naggin'\n\nBut I fuck bitches and get money\nMy truck switches, you gotta duck bitches\nWhen you get twenties and plug switches\nThat make you sit funny, I'm a rider\n\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you banging like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you gangsta like you supposed to be)\n\nC'mon you know its g's up C.O.'s down\nIf I freeze up, its kilos now\nPick trees up its three four pounds\nFill the bees up 'til these bro's drown\nI snatch a few G's up and flea those towns\nBusta's freeze up when my V slow down\nI ease up with these four pounds\nSqueeze up to three four rounds\nI pick these up its G code now\nY'all better call the D's up before I reload now\n\nI'm the boss somethin' like Springsteen\nI got somethin' that bring green, that look somethin' like stringbeans\nI make sure the hustlers keep somethin' to sling the fiends\nWhite, yellow, and a little somethin' that bling green\n\nWe going to blast if we going I been doing\nThis since Jabber was hooking off the glass in the forum\nYour grandparents has to assume\n'Cuz the face look like a magnifying glass on the poem\n(Oh boy!)\n\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\nIf you ain't up on things\n(Don't come close to me)\n(Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n\nSo my niggas, they get money\nThrow your motherfucking hand in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah oh yeah\nAnd all my bitches, they get money\nThrow your motherfuckin' hand in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\nIt's the kid with the D O double G\nAfter blowing three four dubs of trees\nMy eyes are below double G's\nAfter sipping pin O bubbly skee O rubbing me\nWe'll probably go below publically\nI'm a coast to coast G, I keep the toast to mostly\nFor those who pose to closely backup\nKeep a piece in the vest, that's how we ride\nFrom the north to the south to the east to the west\n\nSo my niggas, they get money\nThrow your motherfucking hand in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all niggas scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\nAll my bitches, they get money\nThrow your motherfuckin' hands in the air\nAnd if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\nLet me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah oh yeah\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Up on Things (feat. Snoop Dogg)\n artist: Fabolous feat. Snoop Dogg\n album: Street Dreams\n duration_ms: 223000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yeah\n Walk with me west coast\n Yeah\n It's the coast to coast G on the check in\n Yeah ride ride ride\n\n If you ain't up on things\n Fabulous is the name, street fam's the game\n Screamin' seven one eight while them hammers bang\n Like bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca\n\n Kick game like I know a little bit of socca\n Spic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas\n Give them nick names and a little bit of vodka\n Then I'm game change a very freaky girl\n\n You know who got the gold like the kid from the last dragon\n You know who got the low on the spokes and the ass saggin'\n You know who got the gold that'll have your ass gaggin'\n You know who got the boat that'll have the task naggin'\n\n But I fuck bitches and get money\n My truck switches, you gotta duck bitches\n When you get twenties and plug switches\n That make you sit funny, I'm a rider\n\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you banging like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you gangsta like you supposed to be)\n\n C'mon you know its g's up C.O.'s down\n If I freeze up, its kilos now\n Pick trees up its three four pounds\n Fill the bees up 'til these bro's drown\n I snatch a few G's up and flea those towns\n Busta's freeze up when my V slow down\n I ease up with these four pounds\n Squeeze up to three four rounds\n I pick these up its G code now\n Y'all better call the D's up before I reload now\n\n I'm the boss somethin' like Springsteen\n I got somethin' that bring green, that look somethin' like stringbeans\n I make sure the hustlers keep somethin' to sling the fiends\n White, yellow, and a little somethin' that bling green\n\n We going to blast if we going I been doing\n This since Jabber was hooking off the glass in the forum\n Your grandparents has to assume\n 'Cuz the face look like a magnifying glass on the poem\n (Oh boy!)\n\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you ride like you supposed to be)\n If you ain't up on things\n (Don't come close to me)\n (Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)\n\n So my niggas, they get money\n Throw your motherfucking hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah oh yeah\n And all my bitches, they get money\n Throw your motherfuckin' hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\n It's the kid with the D O double G\n After blowing three four dubs of trees\n My eyes are below double G's\n After sipping pin O bubbly skee O rubbing me\n We'll probably go below publically\n I'm a coast to coast G, I keep the toast to mostly\n For those who pose to closely backup\n Keep a piece in the vest, that's how we ride\n From the north to the south to the east to the west\n\n So my niggas, they get money\n Throw your motherfucking hand in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all niggas scream \"Oh yeah\"\n\n All my bitches, they get money\n Throw your motherfuckin' hands in the air\n And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck\n Let me hear y'all bitches scream \"Oh yeah oh yeah\"\n"}]