[{"id":37905185,"name":"Yellow Tape","trackName":"Yellow Tape","artistName":"Fat Joe","albumName":"Yellow Tape","duration":257.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Attention please, attention please\nThis feel like the whole entire world collapsed\nUh, this that yellow tape shit, they keep running out of it\nWe just sold like 8 bricks, we ain't running out of it\nThis our fucking hood, bitch, run yo' ass up out of it\nThis gun come with eight clips, shoot 'til I run out of it\nWork, work, work, I got it\nWork, work, work, I got it\nWork, work, work, I got it\nI got it, I got it\nThis that yellow tape shit, me, I'm 'bout to go ape shit\nGot eight chicks on eight molly's and they about to take eight trips\nDice game, eight trips, got a Houston Rocket from J Prince\nShe get it poppin', I'm a send her shopping and that ain't even my main bitch\nHome invasions, live action, smoker Joe, I'm hijacking\nWrote the dope had my dough, I'll be there, Five Jackson\nSin City, K.O.D., hundred thousand all in one's\nVersace jacket, Versace shoes, Versace shades, I got a rhousand son's\nMama, you the shit, I'll pay your car note\nWhy you fucking with him? Even his car broke\nWe rocking Balmain's down to the cargo's\nYour bitch so thirsty, Murcielago\nThis that yellow tape shit, they keep running out of it\nWe just sold like 8 bricks, we ain't running out of it\nThis our fucking hood, bitch, run yo' ass up out of it\nThis gun come with eight clips, shoot 'til I run out of it\nWork, work, work, I got it\nWork, work, work, I got it\nWork, work, work, I got it (yeah, whoop, whoop)\nI got it, I got it (whoop)\nCall me Joey, I'm a Bada$$, Harlem world like Baghdad\nCome through with a black flag and Supreme Vans, the Half Cabs\nBitches on that Pad-ad, fuck her with her fat ass\nI get-gets my dick licked, my friends hit (that's swag swag)\nWhat the fuck you mean, I be sitting clean, sipping lean\nAlexander Wang, that's the fucking jeans, triple beam\nWhen I serve the fiends, hit you with the beam, chopper scream\nLeave a nigga dead fucking with the team, magazine\nChoo-choo that train go, drink slow, my chain gold\nSoo-woo or you true blue, don't get your block yellow taped off\nEight bricks get it shaved off, yeen' ho yeen' know\nRange Rove or the bankroll\nI'll shoot you, then change clothes\nThis that yellow tape shit, they keep running out of it\nWe just sold like 8 bricks, we ain't running out of it\nThis our fucking hood, bitch, run yo' ass up out of it\nThis gun come with eight clips, shoot 'til I run out of it\nWork, work, work, I got it\nWork, work, work, I got it\nWork, work, work, I got it (Montana)\nI got it, I got it\nYou know we loaded with them choppers by the hundred, boy\nWhen you talk about that work, you niggas unemployed\nWhite work, I got it, brown work, I got it\nTwo chains, show your titty, ho, damn right, I got it\nJust copped about 8 bricks, just copped about 8 whips\nCopped work from Saint Nick, your whole stash like eight nicks\nSmoke that loud and keep it quiet, let that money talk (haan)\nGet that brown bag and I skate off like I'm Tony Hawk\nBenz drop my top back, your bitch look, I slide that\nTo the South Bronx and I pop that\nShe call you for that ride back (haan)\nSouth Bronx we got it, Joe Crack we got it\nBlack card no limit, ho, damn right we 'bout it\nCoke Boy (Joe Crack)\nThis that yellow tape shit, they keep running out of it\nWe just sold like 8 bricks, we ain't running out of it\nThis our fucking hood, bitch, run yo' ass up out of it\nThis gun come with eight clips, shoot 'til I run out of it\nWork, work, work, I got it\nWork, work, work, I got it\nWork, work, work, I got it\nI got it, I got it","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.33]Attention please, attention please\n[00:03.44]This feel like the whole entire world collapsed\n[00:06.13]Uh, this that yellow tape shit, they keep running out of it\n[00:10.02]We just sold like 8 bricks, we ain't running out of it\n[00:13.31]This our fucking hood, bitch, run yo' ass up out of it\n[00:16.72]This gun come with eight clips, shoot 'til I run out of it\n[00:20.60]Work, work, work, I got it\n[00:23.99]Work, work, work, I got it\n[00:27.45]Work, work, work, I got it\n[00:31.58]I got it, I got it\n[00:34.11]This that yellow tape shit, me, I'm 'bout to go ape shit\n[00:37.35]Got eight chicks on eight molly's and they about to take eight trips\n[00:40.65]Dice game, eight trips, got a Houston Rocket from J Prince\n[00:44.06]She get it poppin', I'm a send her shopping and that ain't even my main bitch\n[00:47.53]Home invasions, live action, smoker Joe, I'm hijacking\n[00:50.74]Wrote the dope had my dough, I'll be there, Five Jackson\n[00:54.38]Sin City, K.O.D., hundred thousand all in one's\n[00:57.79]Versace jacket, Versace shoes, Versace shades, I got a rhousand son's\n[01:02.38]Mama, you the shit, I'll pay your car note\n[01:05.07]Why you fucking with him? Even his car broke\n[01:08.84]We rocking Balmain's down to the cargo's\n[01:12.29]Your bitch so thirsty, Murcielago\n[01:15.23]This that yellow tape shit, they keep running out of it\n[01:18.45]We just sold like 8 bricks, we ain't running out of it\n[01:21.82]This our fucking hood, bitch, run yo' ass up out of it\n[01:25.38]This gun come with eight clips, shoot 'til I run out of it\n[01:29.05]Work, work, work, I got it\n[01:32.60]Work, work, work, I got it\n[01:35.93]Work, work, work, I got it (yeah, whoop, whoop)\n[01:40.26]I got it, I got it (whoop)\n[01:42.43]Call me Joey, I'm a Bada$$, Harlem world like Baghdad\n[01:45.78]Come through with a black flag and Supreme Vans, the Half Cabs\n[01:49.28]Bitches on that Pad-ad, fuck her with her fat ass\n[01:53.01]I get-gets my dick licked, my friends hit (that's swag swag)\n[01:56.30]What the fuck you mean, I be sitting clean, sipping lean\n[01:59.63]Alexander Wang, that's the fucking jeans, triple beam\n[02:03.03]When I serve the fiends, hit you with the beam, chopper scream\n[02:06.46]Leave a nigga dead fucking with the team, magazine\n[02:09.78]Choo-choo that train go, drink slow, my chain gold\n[02:13.26]Soo-woo or you true blue, don't get your block yellow taped off\n[02:16.72]Eight bricks get it shaved off, yeen' ho yeen' know\n[02:20.15]Range Rove or the bankroll\n[02:21.96]I'll shoot you, then change clothes\n[02:23.71]This that yellow tape shit, they keep running out of it\n[02:27.02]We just sold like 8 bricks, we ain't running out of it\n[02:30.43]This our fucking hood, bitch, run yo' ass up out of it\n[02:33.91]This gun come with eight clips, shoot 'til I run out of it\n[02:37.74]Work, work, work, I got it\n[02:41.09]Work, work, work, I got it\n[02:44.52]Work, work, work, I got it (Montana)\n[02:49.00]I got it, I got it\n[02:51.46]You know we loaded with them choppers by the hundred, boy\n[02:54.85]When you talk about that work, you niggas unemployed\n[02:58.00]White work, I got it, brown work, I got it\n[03:01.28]Two chains, show your titty, ho, damn right, I got it\n[03:04.50]Just copped about 8 bricks, just copped about 8 whips\n[03:08.00]Copped work from Saint Nick, your whole stash like eight nicks\n[03:12.02]Smoke that loud and keep it quiet, let that money talk (haan)\n[03:15.17]Get that brown bag and I skate off like I'm Tony Hawk\n[03:18.47]Benz drop my top back, your bitch look, I slide that\n[03:21.74]To the South Bronx and I pop that\n[03:23.37]She call you for that ride back (haan)\n[03:25.28]South Bronx we got it, Joe Crack we got it\n[03:28.52]Black card no limit, ho, damn right we 'bout it\n[03:32.00]Coke Boy (Joe Crack)\n[03:32.48]This that yellow tape shit, they keep running out of it\n[03:35.62]We just sold like 8 bricks, we ain't running out of it\n[03:38.97]This our fucking hood, bitch, run yo' ass up out of it\n[03:42.44]This gun come with eight clips, shoot 'til I run out of it\n[03:46.39]Work, work, work, I got it\n[03:49.88]Work, work, work, I got it\n[03:53.21]Work, work, work, I got it\n[03:57.48]I got it, I got it","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Yellow Tape\n  artist: Fat Joe\n  album: Yellow Tape\n  duration_ms: 257000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Attention please, attention please\n  start_ms: 330\n  end_ms: 3440\n- text: This feel like the whole entire world collapsed\n  start_ms: 3440\n  end_ms: 6130\n- text: Uh, this that yellow tape shit, they keep running out of it\n  start_ms: 6130\n  end_ms: 10020\n- text: We just sold like 8 bricks, we ain't running out of it\n  start_ms: 10020\n  end_ms: 13310\n- text: This our fucking hood, bitch, run yo' ass up out of it\n  start_ms: 13310\n  end_ms: 16720\n- text: This gun come with eight clips, shoot 'til I run out of it\n  start_ms: 16720\n  end_ms: 20600\n- text: Work, work, work, I got it\n  start_ms: 20600\n  end_ms: 23990\n- text: Work, work, work, I got it\n  start_ms: 23990\n  end_ms: 27450\n- text: Work, work, work, I got it\n  start_ms: 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please, attention please\n  This feel like the whole entire world collapsed\n  Uh, this that yellow tape shit, they keep running out of it\n  We just sold like 8 bricks, we ain't running out of it\n  This our fucking hood, bitch, run yo' ass up out of it\n  This gun come with eight clips, shoot 'til I run out of it\n  Work, work, work, I got it\n  Work, work, work, I got it\n  Work, work, work, I got it\n  I got it, I got it\n  This that yellow tape shit, me, I'm 'bout to go ape shit\n  Got eight chicks on eight molly's and they about to take eight trips\n  Dice game, eight trips, got a Houston Rocket from J Prince\n  She get it poppin', I'm a send her shopping and that ain't even my main bitch\n  Home invasions, live action, smoker Joe, I'm hijacking\n  Wrote the dope had my dough, I'll be there, Five Jackson\n  Sin City, K.O.D., hundred thousand all in one's\n  Versace jacket, Versace shoes, Versace shades, I got a rhousand son's\n  Mama, you the shit, I'll pay your car note\n  Why 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Even his car broke\n  We rocking Balmain's down to the cargo's\n  Your bitch so thirsty, Murcielago\n  This that yellow tape shit, they keep running out of it\n  We just sold like 8 bricks, we ain't running out of it\n  This our fucking hood, bitch, run yo' ass up out of it\n  This gun come with eight clips, shoot 'til I run out of it\n  Work, work, work, I got it\n  Work, work, work, I got it\n  Work, work, work, I got it (yeah, whoop, whoop)\n  I got it, I got it (whoop)\n  Call me Joey, I'm a Bada$$, Harlem world like Baghdad\n  Come through with a black flag and Supreme Vans, the Half Cabs\n  Bitches on that Pad-ad, fuck her with her fat ass\n  I get-gets my dick licked, my friends hit (that's swag swag)\n  What the fuck you mean, I be sitting clean, sipping lean\n  Alexander Wang, that's the fucking jeans, triple beam\n  When I serve the fiends, hit you with the beam, chopper scream\n  Leave a nigga dead fucking with the team, magazine\n  Choo-choo that train go, drink slow, my chain gold\n  Soo-woo or you true blue, don't get your block yellow taped off\n  Eight bricks get it shaved off, yeen' ho yeen' know\n  Range Rove or the bankroll\n  I'll shoot you, then change clothes\n  This that yellow tape shit, they keep running out of it\n  We just sold like 8 bricks, we ain't running out of it\n  This our fucking hood, bitch, run yo' ass up out of it\n  This gun come with eight clips, shoot 'til I run out of it\n  Work, work, work, I got it\n  Work, work, work, I got it\n  Work, work, work, I got it (Montana)\n  I got it, I got it\n  You know we loaded with them choppers by the hundred, boy\n  When you talk about that work, you niggas unemployed\n  White work, I got it, brown work, I got it\n  Two chains, show your titty, ho, damn right, I got it\n  Just copped about 8 bricks, just copped about 8 whips\n  Copped work from Saint Nick, your whole stash like eight nicks\n  Smoke that loud and keep it quiet, let that money talk (haan)\n  Get that brown bag and I skate off like I'm Tony Hawk\n  Benz drop my top back, your bitch look, I slide that\n  To the South Bronx and I pop that\n  She call you for that ride back (haan)\n  South Bronx we got it, Joe Crack we got it\n  Black card no limit, ho, damn right we 'bout it\n  Coke Boy (Joe Crack)\n  This that yellow tape shit, they keep running out of it\n  We just sold like 8 bricks, we ain't running out of it\n  This our fucking hood, bitch, run yo' ass up out of it\n  This gun come with eight clips, shoot 'til I run out of it\n  Work, work, work, I got it\n  Work, work, work, I got it\n  Work, work, work, I got it\n  I got it, I got it\n"},{"id":2328283,"name":"Yellow Tape","trackName":"Yellow Tape","artistName":"Fat Joe feat. 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