[{"id":3249493,"name":"Situations","trackName":"Situations","artistName":"Freddie Gibbs","albumName":"Bandana","duration":228.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, yeah\nRepresenter\nStreet niggas, I'm a representer\nEast Gary, I'm a representer\nRest in peace, granny, I'ma represent her\nMade it through the summer with no air conditioner\nCatch a shudder 'round the kitchen in the winter\nJust a youngin thuggin', tryna check a million\nYoungin thuggin', tryna check a million\nWindows tinted with the killer in my system\nMore than weed and liquor in my system\nGot the brand new whip, might see the solar system\nOn my seventh figure, niggas know the feelin'\nNecklace flooded, it's a situation (Yeah)\nAll my bitches got a situation (Yeah)\nCounty lockup or the police station (Yeah)\nWe was in some shitty situations (Uh)\n'Bout to smoke it up, pour it up\nI'm a thug and smokin' lethal warrior\nCopped a brick of yay West Side of Florida\nSpent a hundred-twenty on a Rover truck\nI had bitches when a nigga rode the bus\n'Fore the money, bitches never noticed you\nWay back when, they wouldn't do a show with us\nNow they callin' me so they can open up\nI put you niggas on game\nPut some respect on my name\nFreddie Kane a livin' legend\nI hit a stain\nCousin took two to the brain\nBullets missed me, it's a blessing\nI can see the day like it was yesterday, I'll never forget it\nSo rest in peace, good Lord, you was caught in the system\nI made my lane up in this game, and upped the winning percentage\nSo fuck a record deal, a nigga need a bigger percentage\nI'm like\nHaha\nLabel cut my check, nigga (Brrt, brrt, brrt, nigga)\nYeah\nRepresenter\nInsane, I'm a representer\nVN, I'm a representer\nI'm a 20-2-12 representer\nWhat you know 'bout stuffin' kilos in the engine?\nYou a sidewalk nigga, street ain't in you\n'Bout to stretch this coca like the seventh inning\nYoung and thuggin', tryna check a million\nWindows tinted with the killer in my system\nMore than weed and liquor in my system\nGot the brand new whip, might see the solar system\nOn my seventh figure, niggas know the feelin'\nNecklace flooded, it's a situation\nAll my bitches got a situation\nCounty lockup or the police station\nWe was in some shitty situations\n1989, I seen a nigga bleed\nUncle stabbed him in the neck and hit his knees\nTurned the arcade to a stampede\nI was playin' Pac-Man, Centipede\nPut me on some shit I never should've seen\nRobbin', killin', drug dealin' in my genes\nI was livin' in Atlanta, juggin' bean\nDre'll hit a nigga with the Billie Jean\nJosh The Goon got a nigga back to flowin'\nBought the plane ticket, first I wasn't open\nFrom that moment I was West Coastin'\nLivin' out of city apartments, smokin' all the roaches\nStraight survivin' off of Wendy's, Pollo Loco\nForty thirty, man, I'm 'posed to serve the smokers\nDid my re-up la famila with my cholo\nTwenty for the chicken, that's some pollo loco (Yeah, yeah)\nObama got elected today, and I got arrested\nLA County literally strippin' a nigga naked\nAnd I never tell on none of my enemies or connection\nMotherfuck Jeff Sessions, I'm sellin' dope with a weapon\nOnly union some of me and my niggas got is the Western\nI'm they favorite rapper when niggas fucked up and they stressin'\nLot of niggas feel like I got my bucks up and I left 'em\nTell them pussy niggas come get the fuck up on my level, yeah\nThis how it feel to wake up and you don't owe nobody shit\nNot an explanation, not no conversation, Drug Administration, suck a nigga dick\nWhen my daddy ran over Eddie with that motorcycle, he ain't been that nigga since\nSeen him transform to crackhead, \"If I got twenty, Fred, can I get a hit?\"\nNigga, damn\nFuck You Friday was such a great holiday\nThat I thought I would extend the holiday season\nAnd let's call it I Don't Give A Shit Saturday\nI don't give a shit about what you think about me\nI don't give a shit about who you think I ought to be\nI don't give a shit about, you don't like me cussin'?\nI don't give a shit what you like\nI'm doing what is best for me\nI'm doing those things that makes me happy\nThose things that I think are positive with me\nAnd that's what you need to say to anyone today who comes into your life\nTryna bring negative shit into your life\nTell 'em, \"I don't give a shit\"\nIn fact, tell them, \"If you not feedin' me, financing me, or fuckin' me, I just don't give a shit\"\nIn fact, go out on this holiday\nGet you some ribs, put it the grill\nAnd let's call it Fuck-A-Que\nLet's have a Fuck-A-Que holiday\nAnd not give a shit about what people have to say about you and your life\nThis is your morning message from the cussing pastor\nHave a great day","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.10] Yeah, yeah\n[00:04.80] Representer\n[00:05.55] Street niggas, I'm a representer\n[00:07.35] East Gary, I'm a representer\n[00:09.28] Rest in peace, granny, I'ma represent her\n[00:11.21] Made it through the summer with no air conditioner\n[00:13.21] Catch a shudder 'round the kitchen in the winter\n[00:15.12] Just a youngin thuggin', tryna check a million\n[00:16.98] Youngin thuggin', tryna check a million\n[00:19.22] Windows tinted with the killer in my system\n[00:21.03] More than weed and liquor in my system\n[00:23.00] Got the brand new whip, might see the solar system\n[00:24.82] On my seventh figure, niggas know the feelin'\n[00:26.80] Necklace flooded, it's a situation (Yeah)\n[00:28.85] All my bitches got a situation (Yeah)\n[00:30.74] County lockup or the police station (Yeah)\n[00:32.91] We was in some shitty situations (Uh)\n[00:35.03] 'Bout to smoke it up, pour it up\n[00:36.72] I'm a thug and smokin' lethal warrior\n[00:38.33] Copped a brick of yay West Side of Florida\n[00:40.22] Spent a hundred-twenty on a Rover truck\n[00:42.20] I had bitches when a nigga rode the bus\n[00:44.12] 'Fore the money, bitches never noticed you\n[00:46.13] Way back when, they wouldn't do a show with us\n[00:48.01] Now they callin' me so they can open up\n[00:50.07] I put you niggas on game\n[00:51.24] Put some respect on my name\n[00:52.90] Freddie Kane a livin' legend\n[00:54.29] I hit a stain\n[00:55.31] Cousin took two to the brain\n[00:56.73] Bullets missed me, it's a blessing\n[00:58.34] I can see the day like it was yesterday, I'll never forget it\n[01:00.59] So rest in peace, good Lord, you was caught in the system\n[01:02.45] I made my lane up in this game, and upped the winning percentage\n[01:04.40] So fuck a record deal, a nigga need a bigger percentage\n[01:06.39] I'm like\n[01:06.95] Haha\n[01:08.14] Label cut my check, nigga (Brrt, brrt, brrt, nigga)\n[01:10.36] Yeah\n[01:11.16] Representer\n[01:12.49] Insane, I'm a representer\n[01:14.25] VN, I'm a representer\n[01:16.17] I'm a 20-2-12 representer\n[01:18.26] What you know 'bout stuffin' kilos in the engine?\n[01:20.17] You a sidewalk nigga, street ain't in you\n[01:22.15] 'Bout to stretch this coca like the seventh inning\n[01:24.01] Young and thuggin', tryna check a million\n[01:26.22] Windows tinted with the killer in my system\n[01:28.12] More than weed and liquor in my system\n[01:30.14] Got the brand new whip, might see the solar system\n[01:31.95] On my seventh figure, niggas know the feelin'\n[01:33.96] Necklace flooded, it's a situation\n[01:35.81] All my bitches got a situation\n[01:38.01] County lockup or the police station\n[01:39.81] We was in some shitty situations\n[01:41.95] 1989, I seen a nigga bleed\n[01:44.04] Uncle stabbed him in the neck and hit his knees\n[01:46.01] Turned the arcade to a stampede\n[01:48.05] I was playin' Pac-Man, Centipede\n[01:50.01] Put me on some shit I never should've seen\n[01:51.92] Robbin', killin', drug dealin' in my genes\n[01:53.96] I was livin' in Atlanta, juggin' bean\n[01:55.95] Dre'll hit a nigga with the Billie Jean\n[01:57.94] Josh The Goon got a nigga back to flowin'\n[02:00.10] Bought the plane ticket, first I wasn't open\n[02:01.93] From that moment I was West Coastin'\n[02:03.84] Livin' out of city apartments, smokin' all the roaches\n[02:05.73] Straight survivin' off of Wendy's, Pollo Loco\n[02:07.81] Forty thirty, man, I'm 'posed to serve the smokers\n[02:09.73] Did my re-up la famila with my cholo\n[02:11.68] Twenty for the chicken, that's some pollo loco (Yeah, yeah)\n[02:13.76] Obama got elected today, and I got arrested\n[02:15.62] LA County literally strippin' a nigga naked\n[02:17.46] And I never tell on none of my enemies or connection\n[02:19.36] Motherfuck Jeff Sessions, I'm sellin' dope with a weapon\n[02:21.48] Only union some of me and my niggas got is the Western\n[02:23.38] I'm they favorite rapper when niggas fucked up and they stressin'\n[02:25.39] Lot of niggas feel like I got my bucks up and I left 'em\n[02:27.35] Tell them pussy niggas come get the fuck up on my level, yeah\n[02:29.95] This how it feel to wake up and you don't owe nobody shit\n[02:33.26] Not an explanation, not no conversation, Drug Administration, suck a nigga dick\n[02:37.11] When my daddy ran over Eddie with that motorcycle, he ain't been that nigga since\n[02:40.96] Seen him transform to crackhead, \"If I got twenty, Fred, can I get a hit?\"\n[02:44.99] Nigga, damn\n[02:46.21] Fuck You Friday was such a great holiday\n[02:49.60] That I thought I would extend the holiday season\n[02:52.54] And let's call it I Don't Give A Shit Saturday\n[02:55.66] I don't give a shit about what you think about me\n[02:57.64] I don't give a shit about who you think I ought to be\n[02:59.99] I don't give a shit about, you don't like me cussin'?\n[03:02.30] I don't give a shit what you like\n[03:04.03] I'm doing what is best for me\n[03:06.09] I'm doing those things that makes me happy\n[03:07.79] Those things that I think are positive with me\n[03:10.10] And that's what you need to say to anyone today who comes into your life\n[03:14.28] Tryna bring negative shit into your life\n[03:16.83] Tell 'em, \"I don't give a shit\"\n[03:18.14] In fact, tell them, \"If you not feedin' me, financing me, or fuckin' me, I just don't give a shit\"\n[03:24.84] In fact, go out on this holiday\n[03:27.20] Get you some ribs, put it the grill\n[03:29.47] And let's call it Fuck-A-Que\n[03:31.88] Let's have a Fuck-A-Que holiday\n[03:33.91] And not give a shit about what people have to say about you and your life\n[03:39.26] This is your morning message from the cussing pastor\n[03:42.75] Have a great day","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Situations\n  artist: Freddie Gibbs\n  album: Bandana\n  duration_ms: 228000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 1100\n  end_ms: 4800\n- text: Representer\n  start_ms: 4800\n  end_ms: 5550\n- text: Street niggas, I'm a representer\n  start_ms: 5550\n  end_ms: 7350\n- text: East Gary, I'm a representer\n  start_ms: 7350\n  end_ms: 9280\n- text: Rest in peace, granny, I'ma represent her\n  start_ms: 9280\n  end_ms: 11210\n- text: Made it 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I'm a representer\n  Rest in peace, granny, I'ma represent her\n  Made it through the summer with no air conditioner\n  Catch a shudder 'round the kitchen in the winter\n  Just a youngin thuggin', tryna check a million\n  Youngin thuggin', tryna check a million\n  Windows tinted with the killer in my system\n  More than weed and liquor in my system\n  Got the brand new whip, might see the solar system\n  On my seventh figure, niggas know the feelin'\n  Necklace flooded, it's a situation (Yeah)\n  All my bitches got a situation (Yeah)\n  County lockup or the police station (Yeah)\n  We was in some shitty situations (Uh)\n  'Bout to smoke it up, pour it up\n  I'm a thug and smokin' lethal warrior\n  Copped a brick of yay West Side of Florida\n  Spent a hundred-twenty on a Rover truck\n  I had bitches when a nigga rode the bus\n  'Fore the money, bitches never noticed you\n  Way back when, they wouldn't do a show with us\n  Now they callin' me so they can open up\n  I put you niggas on game\n  Put some respect on my name\n  Freddie Kane a livin' legend\n  I hit a stain\n  Cousin took two to the brain\n  Bullets missed me, it's a blessing\n  I can see the day like it was yesterday, I'll never forget it\n  So rest in peace, good Lord, you was caught in the system\n  I made my lane up in this game, and upped the winning percentage\n  So fuck a record deal, a nigga need a bigger percentage\n  I'm like\n  Haha\n  Label cut my check, nigga (Brrt, brrt, brrt, nigga)\n  Yeah\n  Representer\n  Insane, I'm a representer\n  VN, I'm a representer\n  I'm a 20-2-12 representer\n  What you know 'bout stuffin' kilos in the engine?\n  You a sidewalk nigga, street ain't in you\n  'Bout to stretch this coca like the seventh inning\n  Young and thuggin', tryna check a million\n  Windows tinted with the killer in my system\n  More than weed and liquor in my system\n  Got the brand new whip, might see the solar system\n  On my seventh figure, niggas know the feelin'\n  Necklace flooded, it's a situation\n  All my bitches got a situation\n  County lockup or the police station\n  We was in some shitty situations\n  1989, I seen a nigga bleed\n  Uncle stabbed him in the neck and hit his knees\n  Turned the arcade to a stampede\n  I was playin' Pac-Man, Centipede\n  Put me on some shit I never should've seen\n  Robbin', killin', drug dealin' in my genes\n  I was livin' in Atlanta, juggin' bean\n  Dre'll hit a nigga with the Billie Jean\n  Josh The Goon got a nigga back to flowin'\n  Bought the plane ticket, first I wasn't open\n  From that moment I was West Coastin'\n  Livin' out of city apartments, smokin' all the roaches\n  Straight survivin' off of Wendy's, Pollo Loco\n  Forty thirty, man, I'm 'posed to serve the smokers\n  Did my re-up la famila with my cholo\n  Twenty for the chicken, that's some pollo loco (Yeah, yeah)\n  Obama got elected today, and I got arrested\n  LA County literally strippin' a nigga naked\n  And I never tell on none of my enemies or connection\n  Motherfuck Jeff Sessions, I'm sellin' dope with a weapon\n  Only union some of me and my niggas got is the Western\n  I'm they favorite rapper when niggas fucked up and they stressin'\n  Lot of niggas feel like I got my bucks up and I left 'em\n  Tell them pussy niggas come get the fuck up on my level, yeah\n  This how it feel to wake up and you don't owe nobody shit\n  Not an explanation, not no conversation, Drug Administration, suck a nigga dick\n  When my daddy ran over Eddie with that motorcycle, he ain't been that nigga since\n  Seen him transform to crackhead, \"If I got twenty, Fred, can I get a hit?\"\n  Nigga, damn\n  Fuck You Friday was such a great holiday\n  That I thought I would extend the holiday season\n  And let's call it I Don't Give A Shit Saturday\n  I don't give a shit about what you think about me\n  I don't give a shit about who you think I ought to be\n  I don't give a shit about, you don't like me cussin'?\n  I don't give a shit what you like\n  I'm doing what is best for me\n  I'm doing those things that makes me happy\n  Those things that I think are positive with me\n  And that's what you need to say to anyone today who comes into your life\n  Tryna bring negative shit into your life\n  Tell 'em, \"I don't give a shit\"\n  In fact, tell them, \"If you not feedin' me, financing me, or fuckin' me, I just don't give a shit\"\n  In fact, go out on this holiday\n  Get you some ribs, put it the grill\n  And let's call it Fuck-A-Que\n  Let's have a Fuck-A-Que holiday\n  And not give a shit about what people have to say about you and your life\n  This is your morning message from the cussing pastor\n  Have a great day\n"},{"id":19659199,"name":"Situations","trackName":"Situations","artistName":"Freddie Gibbs","albumName":"Bandana","duration":196.153469,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, yeah\n\nRepresenter\n\nStreet niggas, I'm a representer\nEast Gary, I'm a representer\nRest in peace, granny, I'ma 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legend\n\nI hit a stain\nCousin took two to the brain\nBullets missed me, it's a blessing\n\nI can see the day like it was yesterday, I'll never forget it\nSo rest in peace, good Lord, you was caught in the system\n\nI made my lane up in this game, and upped the winning percentage\n\nSo fuck a record deal, a nigga need a bigger percentage\nI'm like\n\nHaha\nLabel cut my check, nigga (Brrt, brrt, brrt, nigga)\nYeah\n\nRepresenter\n\nInsane, I'm a representer\nVN, I'm a representer\nI'm a 20-2-12 representer\n\nWhat you know 'bout stuffin' kilos in the engine?\nYou a sidewalk nigga, street ain't in you\n\n'Bout to stretch this coca like the seventh inning\nYoung and thuggin', tryna check a million\n\nWindows tinted with the killer in my system\nMore than weed and liquor in my system\nGot the brand new whip, might see the solar system\n\nOn my seventh figure, niggas know the feelin'\n\nNecklace flooded, it's a situation\nAll my bitches got a situation\n\nCounty lockup or the police 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is the Western\nI'm they favorite rapper when niggas fucked up and they stressin'\n\nLot of niggas feel like I got my bucks up and I left 'em\nTell them pussy niggas come get the fuck up on my level, yeah\n\nThis how it feel to wake up and you don't owe nobody shit\nNot an explanation, not no conversation, Drug\n\nAdministration, suck a nigga dick\nWhen my daddy ran over Eddie with that\nMotorcycle, he ain't been that nigga since\n\nSeen him transform to crackhead,\n\"If I got twenty, Fred, can I get a hit?\"\nNigga, damn\n\nFuck You Friday was such a great holiday\nThat I thought I would extend the holiday season\n\nAnd let's call it I Don't Give A Shit Saturday\n\nI don't give a shit about what you think about me\nI don't give a shit about who you think I ought to be\n\nI don't give a shit about, you don't like me cussin'?\nI don't give a shit what you like\nI'm doing what is best for me\n\nI'm doing those things that makes me happy\nThose things that I think are positive with me\nAnd that's what you need to say to\nAnyone today who comes into your life\n\nTryna bring negative shit into your life\nTell 'em, \"I don't give a shit\"\n\nIn fact, tell them, \"If you not feedin' me,\nFinancing me, or fuckin' me, I just don't give a shit\"\n\nIn fact, go out on this holiday\nGet you some ribs, put it the grill\n\nAnd let's call it Fuck-A-Que\nLet's have a Fuck-A-Que holiday\n\nAnd not give a shit about what\nPeople have to say about you and your life\n\nThis is your morning message from the cussing pastor\nHave a great day","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.17] Yeah, yeah\n[00:04.40] Representer\n[00:05.98] Street niggas, I'm a representer\n[00:07.92] East Gary, I'm a representer\n[00:09.92] Rest in peace, granny, I'ma represent her\n[00:11.88] Made it through the summer with no air conditioner\n[00:13.88] Catch a shudder 'round the kitchen in the winter\n[00:15.60] Just a youngin thuggin', tryna check a million\n[00:17.51] Youngin thuggin', tryna check a million\n[00:19.87] Windows tinted with the killer in my system\n[00:21.53] More than weed and liquor in my system\n[00:23.66] Got the brand new whip, might see the solar system\n[00:25.52] On my seventh figure, niggas know the feelin'\n[00:27.45] Necklace flooded, it's a situation (Yeah)\n[00:29.75] All my bitches got a situation (Yeah)\n[00:31.68] County lockup or the police station (Yeah)\n[00:33.57] We was in some shitty situations (Uh)\n[00:35.47] 'Bout to smoke it up, pour it up\n[00:36.77] I'm a thug and smokin' lethal warrior\n[00:38.76] Copped a brick of yay West Side of Florida\n[00:40.53] Spent a hundred-twenty on a Rover truck\n[00:42.71] I had bitches when a nigga rode the bus\n[00:44.55] 'Fore the money, bitches never noticed you\n[00:46.64] Way back when, they wouldn't do a show with us\n[00:48.58] Now they callin' me so they can open up\n[00:50.45] I put you niggas on game\n[00:51.99] Put some respect on my name\n[00:53.32] Freddie Kane a livin' legend\n[00:54.88] I hit a stain\n[00:55.93] 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crackhead,\n[02:43.38] \"If I got twenty, Fred, can I get a hit?\"\n[02:45.51] Nigga, damn\n[02:47.67] Fuck You Friday was such a great holiday\n[02:50.20] That I thought I would extend the holiday season\n[02:53.15] And let's call it I Don't Give A Shit Saturday\n[02:56.04] I don't give a shit about what you think about me\n[02:58.15] I don't give a shit about who you think I ought to be\n[03:00.77] I don't give a shit about, you don't like me cussin'?\n[03:03.07] I don't give a shit what you like\n[03:04.64] I'm doing what is best for me\n[03:06.57] I'm doing those things that makes me happy\n[03:08.37] Those things that I think are positive with me\n[03:10.48] And that's what you need to say to\n[03:12.73] Anyone today who comes into your life\n[03:14.73] Tryna bring negative shit into your life\n[03:17.08] Tell 'em, \"I don't give a shit\"\n[03:18.76] In fact, tell them, \"If you not feedin' me,\n[03:20.82] Financing me, or fuckin' me, I just don't give a shit\"\n[03:25.57] In 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start_ms: 219660\n  end_ms: 223260\n- text: Have a great day\n  start_ms: 223260\n  end_ms: 225110\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 225110\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, yeah\n\n  Representer\n\n  Street niggas, I'm a representer\n  East Gary, I'm a representer\n  Rest in peace, granny, I'ma represent her\n\n  Made it through the summer with no air conditioner\n  Catch a shudder 'round the kitchen in the winter\n\n  Just a youngin thuggin', tryna check a million\n  Youngin thuggin', tryna check a million\n\n  Windows tinted with the killer in my system\n  More than weed and liquor in my system\n  Got the brand new whip, might see the solar system\n\n  On my seventh figure, niggas know the feelin'\n\n  Necklace flooded, it's a situation (Yeah)\n  All my bitches got a situation (Yeah)\n  County lockup or the police station (Yeah)\n\n  We was in some shitty situations (Uh)\n\n  'Bout to smoke it up, pour it up\n\n  I'm a thug and smokin' lethal warrior\n  Copped a brick of yay West Side of Florida\n\n  Spent a hundred-twenty on a Rover truck\n  I had bitches when a nigga rode the bus\n\n  'Fore the money, bitches never noticed you\n  Way back when, they wouldn't do a show with us\n\n  Now they callin' me so they can open up\n\n  I put you niggas on game\n  Put some respect on my name\n\n  Freddie Kane a livin' legend\n\n  I hit a stain\n  Cousin took two to the brain\n  Bullets missed me, it's a blessing\n\n  I can see the day like it was yesterday, I'll never forget it\n  So rest in peace, good Lord, you was caught in the system\n\n  I made my lane up in this game, and upped the winning percentage\n\n  So fuck a record deal, a nigga need a bigger percentage\n  I'm like\n\n  Haha\n  Label cut my check, nigga (Brrt, brrt, brrt, nigga)\n  Yeah\n\n  Representer\n\n  Insane, I'm a representer\n  VN, I'm a representer\n  I'm a 20-2-12 representer\n\n  What you know 'bout stuffin' kilos in the engine?\n  You a sidewalk nigga, street ain't in you\n\n  'Bout to stretch this coca like the 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holiday\n  That I thought I would extend the holiday season\n\n  And let's call it I Don't Give A Shit Saturday\n\n  I don't give a shit about what you think about me\n  I don't give a shit about who you think I ought to be\n\n  I don't give a shit about, you don't like me cussin'?\n  I don't give a shit what you like\n  I'm doing what is best for me\n\n  I'm doing those things that makes me happy\n  Those things that I think are positive with me\n  And that's what you need to say to\n  Anyone today who comes into your life\n\n  Tryna bring negative shit into your life\n  Tell 'em, \"I don't give a shit\"\n\n  In fact, tell them, \"If you not feedin' me,\n  Financing me, or fuckin' me, I just don't give a shit\"\n\n  In fact, go out on this holiday\n  Get you some ribs, put it the grill\n\n  And let's call it Fuck-A-Que\n  Let's have a Fuck-A-Que holiday\n\n  And not give a shit about what\n  People have to say about you and your life\n\n  This is your morning message from the cussing pastor\n  Have a great day\n"},{"id":24460964,"name":"Situations","trackName":"Situations","artistName":"Freddie Gibbs","albumName":"Bandana Beats","duration":166.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, yeah\nRepresenter\nStreet niggas, I'm a representer\nEast Gary, I'm a representer\nRest in peace, granny, I'ma represent her\nMade it through the summer with no air conditioner\nCatch a shudder 'round the kitchen in the winter\nJust a youngin thuggin', tryna check a million\nYoungin thuggin', tryna check a million\nWindows tinted with the killer in my system\nMore than weed and liquor in my system\nGot the brand new whip, might see the solar system\nOn my seventh figure, niggas know the feelin'\nNecklace flooded, it's a situation (Yeah)\nAll my bitches got a situation (Yeah)\nCounty lockup or the police station (Yeah)\nWe was in some shitty situations (Uh)\n'Bout to smoke it up, pour it up\nI'm a thug and smokin' lethal warrior\nCopped a brick of yay West Side of 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with no air conditioner\n[00:13.21] Catch a shudder 'round the kitchen in the winter\n[00:15.12] Just a youngin thuggin', tryna check a million\n[00:16.98] Youngin thuggin', tryna check a million\n[00:19.22] Windows tinted with the killer in my system\n[00:21.03] More than weed and liquor in my system\n[00:23.00] Got the brand new whip, might see the solar system\n[00:24.82] On my seventh figure, niggas know the feelin'\n[00:26.80] Necklace flooded, it's a situation (Yeah)\n[00:28.85] All my bitches got a situation (Yeah)\n[00:30.74] County lockup or the police station (Yeah)\n[00:32.91] We was in some shitty situations (Uh)\n[00:35.03] 'Bout to smoke it up, pour it up\n[00:36.72] I'm a thug and smokin' lethal warrior\n[00:38.33] Copped a brick of yay West Side of Florida\n[00:40.22] Spent a hundred-twenty on a Rover truck\n[00:42.20] I had bitches when a nigga rode the bus\n[00:44.12] 'Fore the money, bitches never noticed you\n[00:46.13] Way back when, they wouldn't do a show with 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194280\n- text: Tryna bring negative shit into your life\n  start_ms: 194280\n  end_ms: 196830\n- text: Tell 'em, \"I don't give a shit\"\n  start_ms: 196830\n  end_ms: 198140\n- text: In fact, tell them, \"If you not feedin' me, financing me, or fuckin' me, I just don't give a shit\"\n  start_ms: 198140\n  end_ms: 204840\n- text: In fact, go out on this holiday\n  start_ms: 204840\n  end_ms: 207200\n- text: Get you some ribs, put it the grill\n  start_ms: 207200\n  end_ms: 209470\n- text: And let's call it Fuck-A-Que\n  start_ms: 209470\n  end_ms: 211880\n- text: Let's have a Fuck-A-Que holiday\n  start_ms: 211880\n  end_ms: 213910\n- text: And not give a shit about what people have to say about you and your life\n  start_ms: 213910\n  end_ms: 219260\n- text: This is your morning message from the cussing pastor\n  start_ms: 219260\n  end_ms: 222750\n- text: Have a great day\n  start_ms: 222750\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, yeah\n  Representer\n  Street niggas, I'm a representer\n  East Gary, I'm a representer\n  Rest in peace, granny, I'ma represent her\n  Made it through the summer with no air conditioner\n  Catch a shudder 'round the kitchen in the winter\n  Just a youngin thuggin', tryna check a million\n  Youngin thuggin', tryna check a million\n  Windows tinted with the killer in my system\n  More than weed and liquor in my system\n  Got the brand new whip, might see the solar system\n  On my seventh figure, niggas know the feelin'\n  Necklace flooded, it's a situation (Yeah)\n  All my bitches got a situation (Yeah)\n  County lockup or the police station (Yeah)\n  We was in some shitty situations (Uh)\n  'Bout to smoke it up, pour it up\n  I'm a thug and smokin' lethal warrior\n  Copped a brick of yay West Side of Florida\n  Spent a hundred-twenty on a Rover truck\n  I had bitches when a nigga rode the bus\n  'Fore the money, bitches never noticed you\n  Way back when, they wouldn't do a show with us\n  Now they callin' me so they can open up\n  I put you niggas on game\n  Put some respect on my name\n  Freddie Kane a livin' legend\n  I hit a stain\n  Cousin took two to the brain\n  Bullets missed me, it's a blessing\n  I can see the day like it was yesterday, I'll never forget it\n  So rest in peace, good Lord, you was caught in the system\n  I made my lane up in this game, and upped the winning percentage\n  So fuck a record deal, a nigga need a bigger percentage\n  I'm like\n  Haha\n  Label cut my check, nigga (Brrt, brrt, brrt, nigga)\n  Yeah\n  Representer\n  Insane, I'm a representer\n  VN, I'm a representer\n  I'm a 20-2-12 representer\n  What you know 'bout stuffin' kilos in the engine?\n  You a sidewalk nigga, street ain't in you\n  'Bout to stretch this coca like the seventh inning\n  Young and thuggin', tryna check a million\n  Windows tinted with the killer in my system\n  More than weed and liquor in my system\n  Got the brand new whip, might see the solar system\n  On my seventh figure, niggas know the feelin'\n  Necklace flooded, it's a situation\n  All my bitches got a situation\n  County lockup or the police station\n  We was in some shitty situations\n  1989, I seen a nigga bleed\n  Uncle stabbed him in the neck and hit his knees\n  Turned the arcade to a stampede\n  I was playin' Pac-Man, Centipede\n  Put me on some shit I never should've seen\n  Robbin', killin', drug dealin' in my genes\n  I was livin' in Atlanta, juggin' bean\n  Dre'll hit a nigga with the Billie Jean\n  Josh The Goon got a nigga back to flowin'\n  Bought the plane ticket, first I wasn't open\n  From that moment I was West Coastin'\n  Livin' out of city apartments, smokin' all the roaches\n  Straight survivin' off of Wendy's, Pollo Loco\n  Forty thirty, man, I'm 'posed to serve the smokers\n  Did my re-up la famila with my cholo\n  Twenty for the chicken, that's some pollo loco (Yeah, yeah)\n  Obama got elected today, and I got arrested\n  LA County literally strippin' a nigga naked\n  And I never tell on none of my enemies or connection\n  Motherfuck Jeff Sessions, I'm sellin' dope with a weapon\n  Only union some of me and my niggas got is the Western\n  I'm they favorite rapper when niggas fucked up and they stressin'\n  Lot of niggas feel like I got my bucks up and I left 'em\n  Tell them pussy niggas come get the fuck up on my level, yeah\n  This how it feel to wake up and you don't owe nobody shit\n  Not an explanation, not no conversation, Drug Administration, suck a nigga dick\n  When my daddy ran over Eddie with that motorcycle, he ain't been that nigga since\n  Seen him transform to crackhead, \"If I got twenty, Fred, can I get a hit?\"\n  Nigga, damn\n  Fuck You Friday was such a great holiday\n  That I thought I would extend the holiday season\n  And let's call it I Don't Give A Shit Saturday\n  I don't give a shit about what you think about me\n  I don't give a shit about who you think I ought to be\n  I don't give a shit about, you don't like me cussin'?\n  I don't give a shit what you like\n  I'm doing what is best for me\n  I'm doing those things that makes me happy\n  Those things that I think are positive with me\n  And that's what you need to say to anyone today who comes into your life\n  Tryna bring negative shit into your life\n  Tell 'em, \"I don't give a shit\"\n  In fact, tell them, \"If you not feedin' me, financing me, or fuckin' me, I just don't give a shit\"\n  In fact, go out on this holiday\n  Get you some ribs, put it the grill\n  And let's call it Fuck-A-Que\n  Let's have a Fuck-A-Que holiday\n  And not give a shit about what people have to say about you and your life\n  This is your morning message from the cussing pastor\n  Have a great day\n"},{"id":28752367,"name":"Situations","trackName":"Situations","artistName":"Freddie Gibbs","albumName":"Bandana","duration":167.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, yeah\nRepresenter\nStreet niggas, I'm a representer\nEast Gary, I'm a representer\nRest in peace, granny, I'ma represent 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loco (Yeah, yeah)\n[02:13.76] Obama got elected today, and I got arrested\n[02:15.62] LA County literally strippin' a nigga naked\n[02:17.46] And I never tell on none of my enemies or connection\n[02:19.36] Motherfuck Jeff Sessions, I'm sellin' dope with a weapon\n[02:21.48] Only union some of me and my niggas got is the Western\n[02:23.38] I'm they favorite rapper when niggas fucked up and they stressin'\n[02:25.39] Lot of niggas feel like I got my bucks up and I left 'em\n[02:27.35] Tell them pussy niggas come get the fuck up on my level, yeah\n[02:29.95] This how it feel to wake up and you don't owe nobody shit\n[02:33.26] Not an explanation, not no conversation, Drug Administration, suck a nigga dick\n[02:37.11] When my daddy ran over Eddie with that motorcycle, he ain't been that nigga since\n[02:40.96] Seen him transform to crackhead, \"If I got twenty, Fred, can I get a hit?\"\n[02:44.99] Nigga, damn\n[02:46.21] Fuck You Friday was such a great holiday\n[02:49.60] That I thought 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the brand new whip, might see the solar system\n  On my seventh figure, niggas know the feelin'\n  Necklace flooded, it's a situation (Yeah)\n  All my bitches got a situation (Yeah)\n  County lockup or the police station (Yeah)\n  We was in some shitty situations (Uh)\n  'Bout to smoke it up, pour it up\n  I'm a thug and smokin' lethal warrior\n  Copped a brick of yay West Side of Florida\n  Spent a hundred-twenty on a Rover truck\n  I had bitches when a nigga rode the bus\n  'Fore the money, bitches never noticed you\n  Way back when, they wouldn't do a show with us\n  Now they callin' me so they can open up\n  I put you niggas on game\n  Put some respect on my name\n  Freddie Kane a livin' legend\n  I hit a stain\n  Cousin took two to the brain\n  Bullets missed me, it's a blessing\n  I can see the day like it was yesterday, I'll never forget it\n  So rest in peace, good Lord, you was caught in the system\n  I made my lane up in this game, and upped the winning percentage\n  So fuck a record deal, a nigga need a bigger percentage\n  I'm like\n  Haha\n  Label cut my check, nigga (Brrt, brrt, brrt, nigga)\n  Yeah\n  Representer\n  Insane, I'm a representer\n  VN, I'm a representer\n  I'm a 20-2-12 representer\n  What you know 'bout stuffin' kilos in the engine?\n  You a sidewalk nigga, street ain't in you\n  'Bout to stretch this coca like the seventh inning\n  Young and thuggin', tryna check a million\n  Windows tinted with the killer in my system\n  More than weed and liquor in my system\n  Got the brand new whip, might see the solar system\n  On my seventh figure, niggas know the feelin'\n  Necklace flooded, it's a situation\n  All my bitches got a situation\n  County lockup or the police station\n  We was in some shitty situations\n  1989, I seen a nigga bleed\n  Uncle stabbed him in the neck and hit his knees\n  Turned the arcade to a stampede\n  I was playin' Pac-Man, Centipede\n  Put me on some shit I never should've seen\n  Robbin', killin', drug dealin' in 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like\n[01:07.76] Haha\n[01:09.26] Label cut my check, nigga (Brrt, brrt, brrt, nigga)\n[01:10.95] Yeah\n[01:12.06] Representer\n[01:13.02] Insane, I'm a representer\n[01:14.99] VN, I'm a representer\n[01:16.83] I'm a 20-2-12 representer\n[01:18.75] What you know 'bout stuffin' kilos in the engine?\n[01:20.84] You a sidewalk nigga, street ain't in you\n[01:22.78] 'Bout to stretch this coca like the seventh inning\n[01:24.63] Young and thuggin', tryna check a million\n[01:26.82] Windows tinted with the killer in my system\n[01:28.64] More than weed and liquor in my system\n[01:30.70] Got the brand new whip, might see the solar system\n[01:32.58] On my seventh figure, niggas know the feelin'\n[01:34.57] Necklace flooded, it's a situation\n[01:36.62] All my bitches got a situation\n[01:38.63] County lockup or the police station\n[01:40.62] We was in some shitty situations\n[01:42.61] 1989, I seen a nigga bleed\n[01:44.69] Uncle stabbed him in the neck and hit his knees\n[01:46.61] Turned the arcade to a stampede\n[01:48.53] I was playin' Pac-Man, Centipede\n[01:50.57] Put me on some shit I never should've seen\n[01:52.45] Robbin', killin', drug dealin' in my genes\n[01:54.32] I was livin' in Atlanta, juggin' bean\n[01:56.42] Dre'll hit a nigga with the Billie Jean\n[01:58.48] Josh The Goon got a nigga back to flowin'\n[02:00.49] Bought the plane ticket, first I wasn't open\n[02:02.30] From that moment I was West Coastin'\n[02:04.23] Livin' out of city apartments, smokin' all the roaches\n[02:06.46] Straight survivin' off of Wendy's, Pollo Loco\n[02:08.46] Forty thirty, man, I'm 'posed to serve the smokers\n[02:10.29] Did my re-up la famila with my cholo\n[02:12.32] Twenty for the chicken, that's some pollo loco (Yeah, yeah)\n[02:14.48] Obama got elected today, and I got arrested\n[02:16.18] LA County literally strippin' a nigga naked\n[02:18.06] And I never tell on none of my enemies or connection\n[02:19.94] Motherfuck Jeff Sessions, I'm sellin' dope with a weapon\n[02:22.03] Only union some of me and my niggas got is the Western\n[02:23.94] I'm they favorite rapper when niggas fucked up and they stressin'\n[02:25.97] Lot of niggas feel like I got my bucks up and I left 'em\n[02:27.86] Tell them pussy niggas come get the fuck up on my level, yeah\n[02:29.89] This how it feel to wake up and you don't owe nobody shit\n[02:33.68] Not an explanation, not no conversation, Drug\n[02:35.83] Administration, suck a nigga dick\n[02:37.56] When my daddy ran over Eddie with that\n[02:39.60] Motorcycle, he ain't been that nigga since\n[02:41.47] Seen him transform to crackhead,\n[02:43.38] \"If I got twenty, Fred, can I get a hit?\"\n[02:45.51] Nigga, damn\n[02:47.67] Fuck You Friday was such a great holiday\n[02:50.20] That I thought I would extend the holiday season\n[02:53.15] And let's call it I Don't Give A Shit Saturday\n[02:56.04] I don't give a shit about what you think about me\n[02:58.15] I don't give a shit about who you think I ought to be\n[03:00.77] I don't give a shit about, you don't like me cussin'?\n[03:03.07] I don't give a shit what you like\n[03:04.64] I'm doing what is best for me\n[03:06.57] I'm doing those things that makes me happy\n[03:08.37] Those things that I think are positive with me\n[03:10.48] And that's what you need to say to\n[03:12.73] Anyone today who comes into your life\n[03:14.73] Tryna bring negative shit into your life\n[03:17.08] Tell 'em, \"I don't give a shit\"\n[03:18.76] In fact, tell them, \"If you not feedin' me,\n[03:20.82] Financing me, or fuckin' me, I just don't give a shit\"\n[03:25.57] In fact, go out on this holiday\n[03:27.82] Get you some ribs, put it the grill\n[03:30.06] And let's call it Fuck-A-Que\n[03:32.50] Let's have a Fuck-A-Que holiday\n[03:34.77] And not give a shit about what\n[03:36.63] People have to say about you and your life\n[03:39.66] This is your morning message from the cussing pastor\n[03:43.26] Have a great day\n[03:45.11] ","lyricsfile":"version: 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More than weed and liquor in my system\n[00:23.66] Got the brand new whip, might see the solar system\n[00:25.52] On my seventh figure, niggas know the feelin'\n[00:27.45] Necklace flooded, it's a situation (Yeah)\n[00:29.75] All my bitches got a situation (Yeah)\n[00:31.68] County lockup or the police station (Yeah)\n[00:33.57] We was in some shitty situations (Uh)\n[00:35.47] 'Bout to smoke it up, pour it up\n[00:36.77] I'm a thug and smokin' lethal warrior\n[00:38.76] Copped a brick of yay West Side of Florida\n[00:40.53] Spent a hundred-twenty on a Rover truck\n[00:42.71] I had bitches when a nigga rode the bus\n[00:44.55] 'Fore the money, bitches never noticed you\n[00:46.64] Way back when, they wouldn't do a show with us\n[00:48.58] Now they callin' me so they can open up\n[00:50.45] I put you niggas on game\n[00:51.99] Put some respect on my name\n[00:53.32] Freddie Kane a livin' legend\n[00:54.88] I hit a stain\n[00:55.93] Cousin took two to the brain\n[00:57.28] Bullets missed me, it's a blessing\n[00:58.85] I can see the day like it was yesterday, I'll never forget it\n[01:01.03] So rest in peace, good Lord, you was caught in the system\n[01:03.07] I made my lane up in this game, and upped the winning percentage\n[01:04.97] So fuck a record deal, a nigga need a bigger percentage\n[01:06.85] I'm like\n[01:07.76] Haha\n[01:09.26] Label cut my check, nigga (Brrt, brrt, brrt, nigga)\n[01:10.95] Yeah\n[01:12.06] Representer\n[01:13.02] Insane, I'm a representer\n[01:14.99] VN, I'm a representer\n[01:16.83] I'm a 20-2-12 representer\n[01:18.75] What you know 'bout stuffin' kilos in the engine?\n[01:20.84] You a sidewalk nigga, street ain't in you\n[01:22.78] 'Bout to stretch this coca like the seventh inning\n[01:24.63] Young and thuggin', tryna check a million\n[01:26.82] Windows tinted with the killer in my system\n[01:28.64] More than weed and liquor in my system\n[01:30.70] Got the brand new whip, might see the solar system\n[01:32.58] On my seventh figure, 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Windows tinted with the killer in my system\n  More than weed and liquor in my system\n  Got the brand new whip, might see the solar system\n\n  On my seventh figure, niggas know the feelin'\n\n  Necklace flooded, it's a situation\n  All my bitches got a situation\n\n  County lockup or the police station\n  We was in some shitty situations\n\n  1989, I seen a nigga bleed\n  Uncle stabbed him in the neck and hit his knees\n\n  Turned the arcade to a stampede\n  I was playin' Pac-Man, Centipede\n\n  Put me on some shit I never should've seen\n  Robbin', killin', drug dealin' in my genes\n\n  I was livin' in Atlanta, juggin' bean\n  Dre'll hit a nigga with the Billie Jean\n\n  Josh The Goon got a nigga back to flowin'\n  Bought the plane ticket, first I wasn't open\n\n  From that moment I was West Coastin'\n  Livin' out of city apartments, smokin' all the roaches\n\n  Straight survivin' off of Wendy's, Pollo Loco\n  Forty thirty, man, I'm 'posed to serve the smokers\n\n  Did my re-up la 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feelin'\n\n  Necklace flooded, it's a situation (Yeah)\n  All my bitches got a situation (Yeah)\n  County lockup or the police station (Yeah)\n\n  We was in some shitty situations (Uh)\n\n  'Bout to smoke it up, pour it up\n\n  I'm a thug and smokin' lethal warrior\n  Copped a brick of yay West Side of Florida\n\n  Spent a hundred-twenty on a Rover truck\n  I had bitches when a nigga rode the bus\n\n  'Fore the money, bitches never noticed you\n  Way back when, they wouldn't do a show with us\n\n  Now they callin' me so they can open up\n\n  I put you niggas on game\n  Put some respect on my name\n\n  Freddie Kane a livin' legend\n\n  I hit a stain\n  Cousin took two to the brain\n  Bullets missed me, it's a blessing\n\n  I can see the day like it was yesterday, I'll never forget it\n  So rest in peace, good Lord, you was caught in the system\n\n  I made my lane up in this game, and upped the winning percentage\n\n  So fuck a record deal, a nigga need a bigger percentage\n  I'm like\n\n  Haha\n  Label cut my check, nigga (Brrt, brrt, brrt, nigga)\n  Yeah\n\n  Representer\n\n  Insane, I'm a representer\n  VN, I'm a representer\n  I'm a 20-2-12 representer\n\n  What you know 'bout stuffin' kilos in the engine?\n  You a sidewalk nigga, street ain't in you\n\n  'Bout to stretch this coca like the seventh inning\n  Young and thuggin', tryna check a million\n\n  Windows tinted with the killer in my system\n  More than weed and liquor in my system\n  Got the brand new whip, might see the solar system\n\n  On my seventh figure, niggas know the feelin'\n\n  Necklace flooded, it's a situation\n  All my bitches got a situation\n\n  County lockup or the police station\n  We was in some shitty situations\n\n  1989, I seen a nigga bleed\n  Uncle stabbed him in the neck and hit his knees\n\n  Turned the arcade to a stampede\n  I was playin' Pac-Man, Centipede\n\n  Put me on some shit I never should've seen\n  Robbin', killin', drug dealin' in my genes\n\n  I was livin' in 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shit\n  Not an explanation, not no conversation, Drug\n\n  Administration, suck a nigga dick\n  When my daddy ran over Eddie with that\n  motorcycle, he ain't been that nigga since\n\n  Seen him transform to crackhead,\n  \"If I got twenty, Fred, can I get a hit?\"\n  Nigga, damn\n\n  Fuck You Friday was such a great holiday\n  That I thought I would extend the holiday season\n\n  And let's call it I Don't Give A Shit Saturday\n\n  I don't give a shit about what you think about me\n  I don't give a shit about who you think I ought to be\n\n  I don't give a shit about, you don't like me cussin'?\n  I don't give a shit what you like\n  I'm doing what is best for me\n\n  I'm doing those things that makes me happy\n  Those things that I think are positive with me\n  And that's what you need to say to\n  anyone today who comes into your life\n\n  Tryna bring negative shit into your life\n  Tell 'em, \"I don't give a shit\"\n\n  In fact, tell them, \"If you not feedin' me,\n  financing me, 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Made it through the summer with no air conditioner\n  Catch a shudder 'round the kitchen in the winter\n\n  Just a youngin thuggin', tryna check a million\n  Youngin thuggin', tryna check a million\n\n  Windows tinted with the killer in my system\n  More than weed and liquor in my system\n  Got the brand new whip, might see the solar system\n\n  On my seventh figure, niggas know the feelin'\n\n  Necklace flooded, it's a situation (Yeah)\n  All my bitches got a situation (Yeah)\n  County lockup or the police station (Yeah)\n\n  We was in some shitty situations (Uh)\n\n  'Bout to smoke it up, pour it up\n\n  I'm a thug and smokin' lethal warrior\n  Copped a brick of yay West Side of Florida\n\n  Spent a hundred-twenty on a Rover truck\n  I had bitches when a nigga rode the bus\n\n  'Fore the money, bitches never noticed you\n  Way back when, they wouldn't do a show with us\n\n  Now they callin' me so they can open up\n\n  I put you niggas on game\n  Put some respect on my name\n\n  Freddie Kane a livin' legend\n\n  I hit a stain\n  Cousin took two to the brain\n  Bullets missed me, it's a blessing\n\n  I can see the day like it was yesterday, I'll never forget it\n  So rest in peace, good Lord, you was caught in the system\n\n  I made my lane up in this game, and upped the winning percentage\n\n  So fuck a record deal, a nigga need a bigger percentage\n  I'm like\n\n  Haha\n  Label cut my check, nigga (Brrt, brrt, brrt, nigga)\n  Yeah\n\n  Representer\n\n  Insane, I'm a representer\n  VN, I'm a representer\n  I'm a 20-2-12 representer\n\n  What you know 'bout stuffin' kilos in the engine?\n  You a sidewalk nigga, street ain't in you\n\n  'Bout to stretch this coca like the seventh inning\n  Young and thuggin', tryna check a million\n\n  Windows tinted with the killer in my system\n  More than weed and liquor in my system\n  Got the brand new whip, might see the solar system\n\n  On my seventh figure, niggas know the feelin'\n\n  Necklace flooded, it's a situation\n  All my bitches got a situation\n\n  County lockup or the police station\n  We was in some shitty situations\n\n  1989, I seen a nigga bleed\n  Uncle stabbed him in the neck and hit his knees\n\n  Turned the arcade to a stampede\n  I was playin' Pac-Man, Centipede\n\n  Put me on some shit I never should've seen\n  Robbin', killin', drug dealin' in my genes\n\n  I was livin' in Atlanta, juggin' bean\n  Dre'll hit a nigga with the Billie Jean\n\n  Josh The Goon got a nigga back to flowin'\n  Bought the plane ticket, first I wasn't open\n\n  From that moment I was West Coastin'\n  Livin' out of city apartments, smokin' all the roaches\n\n  Straight survivin' off of Wendy's, Pollo Loco\n  Forty thirty, man, I'm 'posed to serve the smokers\n\n  Did my re-up la famila with my cholo\n  Twenty for the chicken, that's some pollo loco (Yeah, yeah)\n\n  Obama got elected today, and I got arrested\n  LA County literally strippin' a nigga naked\n\n  And I never tell on none of my enemies or connection\n  Motherfuck Jeff Sessions, I'm sellin' dope with a weapon\n\n  Only union some of me and my niggas got is the Western\n  I'm they favorite rapper when niggas fucked up and they stressin'\n\n  Lot of niggas feel like I got my bucks up and I left 'em\n  Tell them pussy niggas come get the fuck up on my level, yeah\n\n  This how it feel to wake up and you don't owe nobody shit\n  Not an explanation, not no conversation, Drug\n\n  Administration, suck a nigga dick\n  When my daddy ran over Eddie with that\n  Motorcycle, he ain't been that nigga since\n\n  Seen him transform to crackhead,\n  \"If I got twenty, Fred, can I get a hit?\"\n  Nigga, damn\n\n  Fuck You Friday was such a great holiday\n  That I thought I would extend the holiday season\n\n  And let's call it I Don't Give A Shit Saturday\n\n  I don't give a shit about what you think about me\n  I don't give a shit about who you think I ought to be\n\n  I don't give a shit about, you don't like me cussin'?\n  I don't give a shit what you like\n  I'm doing what is best for me\n\n  I'm doing those things that makes me happy\n  Those things that I think are positive with me\n  And that's what you need to say to\n  Anyone today who comes into your life\n\n  Tryna bring negative shit into your life\n  Tell 'em, \"I don't give a shit\"\n\n  In fact, tell them, \"If you not feedin' me,\n  Financing me, or fuckin' me, I just don't give a shit\"\n\n  In fact, go out on this holiday\n  Get you some ribs, put it the grill\n\n  And let's call it Fuck-A-Que\n  Let's have a Fuck-A-Que holiday\n\n  And not give a shit about what\n  People have to say about you and your life\n\n  This is your morning message from the cussing pastor\n  Have a great day\n"},{"id":22193075,"name":"Situations","trackName":"Situations","artistName":"Freddie Gibbs & Madlib","albumName":"Bandana","duration":213.390469,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, yeah\n\nRepresenter\n\nStreet niggas, I'm a 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with a weapon\n\nOnly union some of me and my niggas got is the Western\nI'm they favorite rapper when niggas fucked up and they stressin'\n\nLot of niggas feel like I got my bucks up and I left 'em\nTell them pussy niggas come get the fuck up on my level, yeah\n\nThis how it feel to wake up and you don't owe nobody shit\nNot an explanation, not no conversation, Drug\n\nAdministration, suck a nigga dick\nWhen my daddy ran over Eddie with that\nMotorcycle, he ain't been that nigga since\n\nSeen him transform to crackhead,\n\"If I got twenty, Fred, can I get a hit?\"\nNigga, damn\n\nFuck You Friday was such a great holiday\nThat I thought I would extend the holiday season\n\nAnd let's call it I Don't Give A Shit Saturday\n\nI don't give a shit about what you think about me\nI don't give a shit about who you think I ought to be\n\nI don't give a shit about, you don't like me cussin'?\nI don't give a shit what you like\nI'm doing what is best for me\n\nI'm doing those things that makes me 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Youngin thuggin', tryna check a million\n[00:19.87] Windows tinted with the killer in my system\n[00:21.53] More than weed and liquor in my system\n[00:23.66] Got the brand new whip, might see the solar system\n[00:25.52] On my seventh figure, niggas know the feelin'\n[00:27.45] Necklace flooded, it's a situation (Yeah)\n[00:29.75] All my bitches got a situation (Yeah)\n[00:31.68] County lockup or the police station (Yeah)\n[00:33.57] We was in some shitty situations (Uh)\n[00:35.47] 'Bout to smoke it up, pour it up\n[00:36.77] I'm a thug and smokin' lethal warrior\n[00:38.76] Copped a brick of yay West Side of Florida\n[00:40.53] Spent a hundred-twenty on a Rover truck\n[00:42.71] I had bitches when a nigga rode the bus\n[00:44.55] 'Fore the money, bitches never noticed you\n[00:46.64] Way back when, they wouldn't do a show with us\n[00:48.58] Now they callin' me so they can open up\n[00:50.45] I put you niggas on game\n[00:51.99] Put some respect on my name\n[00:53.32] Freddie Kane a livin' legend\n[00:54.88] I hit a stain\n[00:55.93] Cousin took two to the brain\n[00:57.28] Bullets missed me, it's a blessing\n[00:58.85] I can see the day like it was yesterday, I'll never forget it\n[01:01.03] So rest in peace, good Lord, you was caught in the system\n[01:03.07] I made my lane up in this game, and upped the winning percentage\n[01:04.97] So fuck a record deal, a nigga need a bigger percentage\n[01:06.85] I'm like\n[01:07.76] Haha\n[01:09.26] Label cut my check, nigga (Brrt, brrt, brrt, nigga)\n[01:10.95] Yeah\n[01:12.06] Representer\n[01:13.02] Insane, I'm a representer\n[01:14.99] VN, I'm a representer\n[01:16.83] I'm a 20-2-12 representer\n[01:18.75] What you know 'bout stuffin' kilos in the engine?\n[01:20.84] You a sidewalk nigga, street ain't in you\n[01:22.78] 'Bout to stretch this coca like the seventh inning\n[01:24.63] Young and thuggin', tryna check a million\n[01:26.82] Windows tinted with the killer in my system\n[01:28.64] More than weed and liquor in my system\n[01:30.70] Got the brand new whip, might see the solar system\n[01:32.58] On my seventh figure, niggas know the feelin'\n[01:34.57] Necklace flooded, it's a situation\n[01:36.62] All my bitches got a situation\n[01:38.63] County lockup or the police station\n[01:40.62] We was in some shitty situations\n[01:42.61] 1989, I seen a nigga bleed\n[01:44.69] Uncle stabbed him in the neck and hit his knees\n[01:46.61] Turned the arcade to a stampede\n[01:48.53] I was playin' Pac-Man, Centipede\n[01:50.57] Put me on some shit I never should've seen\n[01:52.45] Robbin', killin', drug dealin' in my genes\n[01:54.32] I was livin' in Atlanta, juggin' bean\n[01:56.42] Dre'll hit a nigga with the Billie Jean\n[01:58.48] Josh The Goon got a nigga back to flowin'\n[02:00.49] Bought the plane ticket, first I wasn't open\n[02:02.30] From that moment I was West Coastin'\n[02:04.23] Livin' out of city apartments, smokin' all the roaches\n[02:06.46] Straight survivin' off of Wendy's, Pollo Loco\n[02:08.46] Forty thirty, man, I'm 'posed to serve the smokers\n[02:10.29] Did my re-up la famila with my cholo\n[02:12.32] Twenty for the chicken, that's some pollo loco (Yeah, yeah)\n[02:14.48] Obama got elected today, and I got arrested\n[02:16.18] LA County literally strippin' a nigga naked\n[02:18.06] And I never tell on none of my enemies or connection\n[02:19.94] Motherfuck Jeff Sessions, I'm sellin' dope with a weapon\n[02:22.03] Only union some of me and my niggas got is the Western\n[02:23.94] I'm they favorite rapper when niggas fucked up and they stressin'\n[02:25.97] Lot of niggas feel like I got my bucks up and I left 'em\n[02:27.86] Tell them pussy niggas come get the fuck up on my level, yeah\n[02:29.89] This how it feel to wake up and you don't owe nobody shit\n[02:33.68] Not an explanation, not no conversation, Drug\n[02:35.83] Administration, suck a nigga dick\n[02:37.56] When my daddy ran over Eddie with that\n[02:39.60] Motorcycle, he ain't been that nigga since\n[02:41.47] Seen him transform to crackhead,\n[02:43.38] \"If I got twenty, Fred, can I get a hit?\"\n[02:45.51] Nigga, damn\n[02:47.67] Fuck You Friday was such a great holiday\n[02:50.20] That I thought I would extend the holiday season\n[02:53.15] And let's call it I Don't Give A Shit Saturday\n[02:56.04] I don't give a shit about what you think about me\n[02:58.15] I don't give a shit about who you think I ought to be\n[03:00.77] I don't give a shit about, you don't like me cussin'?\n[03:03.07] I don't give a shit what you like\n[03:04.64] I'm doing what is best for me\n[03:06.57] I'm doing those things that makes me happy\n[03:08.37] Those things that I think are positive with me\n[03:10.48] And that's what you need to say to\n[03:12.73] Anyone today who comes into your life\n[03:14.73] Tryna bring negative shit into your life\n[03:17.08] Tell 'em, \"I don't give a shit\"\n[03:18.76] In fact, tell them, \"If you not feedin' me,\n[03:20.82] Financing me, or fuckin' me, I just 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brick of yay West Side of Florida\n\n  Spent a hundred-twenty on a Rover truck\n  I had bitches when a nigga rode the bus\n\n  'Fore the money, bitches never noticed you\n  Way back when, they wouldn't do a show with us\n\n  Now they callin' me so they can open up\n\n  I put you niggas on game\n  Put some respect on my name\n\n  Freddie Kane a livin' legend\n\n  I hit a stain\n  Cousin took two to the brain\n  Bullets missed me, it's a blessing\n\n  I can see the day like it was yesterday, I'll never forget it\n  So rest in peace, good Lord, you was caught in the system\n\n  I made my lane up in this game, and upped the winning percentage\n\n  So fuck a record deal, a nigga need a bigger percentage\n  I'm like\n\n  Haha\n  Label cut my check, nigga (Brrt, brrt, brrt, nigga)\n  Yeah\n\n  Representer\n\n  Insane, I'm a representer\n  VN, I'm a representer\n  I'm a 20-2-12 representer\n\n  What you know 'bout stuffin' kilos in the engine?\n  You a sidewalk nigga, street ain't in you\n\n  'Bout to stretch this coca like the seventh inning\n  Young and thuggin', tryna check a million\n\n  Windows tinted with the killer in my system\n  More than weed and liquor in my system\n  Got the brand new whip, might see the solar system\n\n  On my seventh figure, niggas know the feelin'\n\n  Necklace flooded, it's a situation\n  All my bitches got a situation\n\n  County lockup or the police station\n  We was in some shitty situations\n\n  1989, I seen a nigga bleed\n  Uncle stabbed him in the neck and hit his knees\n\n  Turned the arcade to a stampede\n  I was playin' Pac-Man, Centipede\n\n  Put me on some shit I never should've seen\n  Robbin', killin', drug dealin' in my genes\n\n  I was livin' in Atlanta, juggin' bean\n  Dre'll hit a nigga with the Billie Jean\n\n  Josh The Goon got a nigga back to flowin'\n  Bought the plane ticket, first I wasn't open\n\n  From that moment I was West Coastin'\n  Livin' out of city apartments, smokin' all the roaches\n\n  Straight survivin' off of Wendy's, Pollo Loco\n  Forty thirty, man, I'm 'posed to serve the smokers\n\n  Did my re-up la famila with my cholo\n  Twenty for the chicken, that's some pollo loco (Yeah, yeah)\n\n  Obama got elected today, and I got arrested\n  LA County literally strippin' a nigga naked\n\n  And I never tell on none of my enemies or connection\n  Motherfuck Jeff Sessions, I'm sellin' dope with a weapon\n\n  Only union some of me and my niggas got is the Western\n  I'm they favorite rapper when niggas fucked up and they stressin'\n\n  Lot of niggas feel like I got my bucks up and I left 'em\n  Tell them pussy niggas come get the fuck up on my level, yeah\n\n  This how it feel to wake up and you don't owe nobody shit\n  Not an explanation, not no conversation, Drug\n\n  Administration, suck a nigga dick\n  When my daddy ran over Eddie with that\n  Motorcycle, he ain't been that nigga since\n\n  Seen him transform to crackhead,\n  \"If I got twenty, Fred, can I get a hit?\"\n  Nigga, damn\n\n  Fuck You Friday was such a great holiday\n  That I thought I would extend the holiday season\n\n  And let's call it I Don't Give A Shit Saturday\n\n  I don't give a shit about what you think about me\n  I don't give a shit about who you think I ought to be\n\n  I don't give a shit about, you don't like me cussin'?\n  I don't give a shit what you like\n  I'm doing what is best for me\n\n  I'm doing those things that makes me happy\n  Those things that I think are positive with me\n  And that's what you need to say to\n  Anyone today who comes into your life\n\n  Tryna bring negative shit into your life\n  Tell 'em, \"I don't give a shit\"\n\n  In fact, tell them, \"If you not feedin' me,\n  Financing me, or fuckin' me, I just don't give a shit\"\n\n  In fact, go out on this holiday\n  Get you some ribs, put it the grill\n\n  And let's call it Fuck-A-Que\n  Let's have a Fuck-A-Que holiday\n\n  And not give a shit about what\n  People have to say about you and your life\n\n  This is your 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put you niggas on game\n  Put some respect on my name\n\n  Freddie Kane a livin' legend\n\n  I hit a stain\n  Cousin took two to the brain\n  Bullets missed me, it's a blessing\n\n  I can see the day like it was yesterday, I'll never forget it\n  So rest in peace, good Lord, you was caught in the system\n\n  I made my lane up in this game, and upped the winning percentage\n\n  So fuck a record deal, a nigga need a bigger percentage\n  I'm like\n\n  Haha\n  Label cut my check, nigga (Brrt, brrt, brrt, nigga)\n  Yeah\n\n  Representer\n\n  Insane, I'm a representer\n  VN, I'm a representer\n  I'm a 20-2-12 representer\n\n  What you know 'bout stuffin' kilos in the engine?\n  You a sidewalk nigga, street ain't in you\n\n  'Bout to stretch this coca like the seventh inning\n  Young and thuggin', tryna check a million\n\n  Windows tinted with the killer in my system\n  More than weed and liquor in my system\n  Got the brand new whip, might see the solar system\n\n  On my seventh figure, 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yeah\n\nRepresenter\n\nStreet niggas, I'm a representer\nEast Gary, I'm a representer\nRest in peace, granny, I'ma represent her\n\nMade it through the summer with no air conditioner\nCatch a shudder 'round the kitchen in the winter\n\nJust a youngin thuggin', tryna check a million\nYoungin thuggin', tryna check a million\n\nWindows tinted with the killer in my system\nMore than weed and liquor in my system\nGot the brand new whip, might see the solar system\n\nOn my seventh figure, niggas know the feelin'\n\nNecklace flooded, it's a situation (Yeah)\nAll my bitches got a situation (Yeah)\nCounty lockup or the police station (Yeah)\n\nWe was in some shitty situations (Uh)\n\n'Bout to smoke it up, pour it up\n\nI'm a thug and smokin' lethal warrior\nCopped a brick of yay West Side of Florida\n\nSpent a hundred-twenty on a Rover truck\nI had bitches when a nigga rode the bus\n\n'Fore the money, bitches never noticed you\nWay back when, they wouldn't do a show with us\n\nNow they callin' 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with that\n[02:39.60] Motorcycle, he ain't been that nigga since\n[02:41.47] Seen him transform to crackhead,\n[02:43.38] \"If I got twenty, Fred, can I get a hit?\"\n[02:45.51] Nigga, damn\n[02:47.67] Fuck You Friday was such a great holiday\n[02:50.20] That I thought I would extend the holiday season\n[02:53.15] And let's call it I Don't Give A Shit Saturday\n[02:56.04] I don't give a shit about what you think about me\n[02:58.15] I don't give a shit about who you think I ought to be\n[03:00.77] I don't give a shit about, you don't like me cussin'?\n[03:03.07] I don't give a shit what you like\n[03:04.64] I'm doing what is best for me\n[03:06.57] I'm doing those things that makes me happy\n[03:08.37] Those things that I think are positive with me\n[03:10.48] And that's what you need to say to\n[03:12.73] Anyone today who comes into your life\n[03:14.73] Tryna bring negative shit into your life\n[03:17.08] Tell 'em, \"I don't give a shit\"\n[03:18.76] In fact, tell them, \"If you not 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You a sidewalk nigga, street ain't in you\n\n  'Bout to stretch this coca like the seventh inning\n  Young and thuggin', tryna check a million\n\n  Windows tinted with the killer in my system\n  More than weed and liquor in my system\n  Got the brand new whip, might see the solar system\n\n  On my seventh figure, niggas know the feelin'\n\n  Necklace flooded, it's a situation\n  All my bitches got a situation\n\n  County lockup or the police station\n  We was in some shitty situations\n\n  1989, I seen a nigga bleed\n  Uncle stabbed him in the neck and hit his knees\n\n  Turned the arcade to a stampede\n  I was playin' Pac-Man, Centipede\n\n  Put me on some shit I never should've seen\n  Robbin', killin', drug dealin' in my genes\n\n  I was livin' in Atlanta, juggin' bean\n  Dre'll hit a nigga with the Billie Jean\n\n  Josh The Goon got a nigga back to flowin'\n  Bought the plane ticket, first I wasn't open\n\n  From that moment I was West Coastin'\n  Livin' out of city apartments, smokin' all the roaches\n\n  Straight survivin' off of Wendy's, Pollo Loco\n  Forty thirty, man, I'm 'posed to serve the smokers\n\n  Did my re-up la famila with my cholo\n  Twenty for the chicken, that's some pollo loco (Yeah, yeah)\n\n  Obama got elected today, and I got arrested\n  LA County literally strippin' a nigga naked\n\n  And I never tell on none of my enemies or connection\n  Motherfuck Jeff Sessions, I'm sellin' dope with a weapon\n\n  Only union some of me and my niggas got is the Western\n  I'm they favorite rapper when niggas fucked up and they stressin'\n\n  Lot of niggas feel like I got my bucks up and I left 'em\n  Tell them pussy niggas come get the fuck up on my level, yeah\n\n  This how it feel to wake up and you don't owe nobody shit\n  Not an explanation, not no conversation, Drug\n\n  Administration, suck a nigga dick\n  When my daddy ran over Eddie with that\n  Motorcycle, he ain't been that nigga since\n\n  Seen him transform to crackhead,\n  \"If I got twenty, Fred, can I get a hit?\"\n  Nigga, damn\n\n  Fuck You Friday was such a great holiday\n  That I thought I would extend the holiday season\n\n  And let's call it I Don't Give A Shit Saturday\n\n  I don't give a shit about what you think about me\n  I don't give a shit about who you think I ought to be\n\n  I don't give a shit about, you don't like me cussin'?\n  I don't give a shit what you like\n  I'm doing what is best for me\n\n  I'm doing those things that makes me happy\n  Those things that I think are positive with me\n  And that's what you need to say to\n  Anyone today who comes into your life\n\n  Tryna bring negative shit into your life\n  Tell 'em, \"I don't give a shit\"\n\n  In fact, tell them, \"If you not feedin' me,\n  Financing me, or fuckin' me, I just don't give a shit\"\n\n  In fact, go out on this holiday\n  Get you some ribs, put it the grill\n\n  And let's call it Fuck-A-Que\n  Let's have a Fuck-A-Que holiday\n\n  And not give a shit about what\n  People 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Florida\n[00:40.53]Spent a hundred-twenty on a Rover truck\n[00:42.71]I had bitches when a nigga rode the bus\n[00:44.55]'Fore the money, bitches never noticed you\n[00:46.64]Way back when, they wouldn't do a show with us\n[00:48.58]Now they callin' me so they can open up\n[00:50.45]I put you niggas on game\n[00:51.99]Put some respect on my name\n[00:53.32]Freddie Kane a livin' legend\n[00:54.88]I hit a stain\n[00:55.93]Cousin took two to the brain\n[00:57.28]Bullets missed me, it's a blessing\n[00:58.85]I can see the day like it was yesterday, I'll never forget it\n[01:01.03]So rest in peace, good Lord, you was caught in the system\n[01:03.07]I made my lane up in this game, and upped the winning percentage\n[01:04.97]So fuck a record deal, a nigga need a bigger percentage\n[01:06.85]I'm like\n[01:07.76]Haha\n[01:09.26]Label cut my check, nigga (Brrt, brrt, brrt, nigga)\n[01:10.95]Yeah\n[01:12.06]Representer\n[01:13.02]Insane, I'm a representer\n[01:14.99]VN, I'm a representer\n[01:16.83]I'm a 20-2-12 representer\n[01:18.75]What you know 'bout stuffin' kilos in the engine?\n[01:20.84]You a sidewalk nigga, street ain't in you\n[01:22.78]'Bout to stretch this coca like the seventh inning\n[01:24.63]Young and thuggin', tryna check a million\n[01:26.82]Windows tinted with the killer in my system\n[01:28.64]More than weed and liquor in my system\n[01:30.70]Got the brand new whip, might see the solar system\n[01:32.58]On my seventh figure, niggas know the feelin'\n[01:34.57]Necklace flooded, it's a situation\n[01:36.62]All my bitches got a situation\n[01:38.63]County lockup or the police station\n[01:40.62]We was in some shitty situations\n[01:42.61]1989, I seen a nigga bleed\n[01:44.69]Uncle stabbed him in the neck and hit his knees\n[01:46.61]Turned the arcade to a stampede\n[01:48.53]I was playin' Pac-Man, Centipede\n[01:50.57]Put me on some shit I never should've seen\n[01:52.45]Robbin', killin', drug dealin' in my genes\n[01:54.32]I was livin' in 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'em\n[02:27.86]Tell them pussy niggas come get the fuck up on my level, yeah\n[02:29.89]This how it feel to wake up and you don't owe nobody shit\n[02:33.68]Not an explanation, not no conversation, Drug\n[02:35.83]Administration, suck a nigga dick\n[02:37.56]When my daddy ran over Eddie with that\n[02:39.60]Motorcycle, he ain't been that nigga since\n[02:41.47]Seen him transform to crackhead,\n[02:43.38]\"If I got twenty, Fred, can I get a hit?\"\n[02:45.51]Nigga, damn\n[02:47.67]Fuck You Friday was such a great holiday\n[02:50.20]That I thought I would extend the holiday season\n[02:53.15]And let's call it I Don't Give A Shit Saturday\n[02:56.04]I don't give a shit about what you think about me\n[02:58.15]I don't give a shit about who you think I ought to be\n[03:00.77]I don't give a shit about, you don't like me cussin'?\n[03:03.07]I don't give a shit what you like\n[03:04.64]I'm doing what is best for me\n[03:06.57]I'm doing those things that makes me happy\n[03:08.37]Those things 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 On my seventh figure, niggas know the feelin'\n\n  Necklace flooded, it's a situation (Yeah)\n  All my bitches got a situation (Yeah)\n  County lockup or the police station (Yeah)\n\n  We was in some shitty situations (Uh)\n\n  'Bout to smoke it up, pour it up\n\n  I'm a thug and smokin' lethal warrior\n  Copped a brick of yay West Side of Florida\n\n  Spent a hundred-twenty on a Rover truck\n  I had bitches when a nigga rode the bus\n\n  'Fore the money, bitches never noticed you\n  Way back when, they wouldn't do a show with us\n\n  Now they callin' me so they can open up\n\n  I put you niggas on game\n  Put some respect on my name\n\n  Freddie Kane a livin' legend\n\n  I hit a stain\n  Cousin took two to the brain\n  Bullets missed me, it's a blessing\n\n  I can see the day like it was yesterday, I'll never forget it\n  So rest in peace, good Lord, you was caught in the system\n\n  I made my lane up in this game, and upped the winning percentage\n\n  So fuck a record deal, a nigga need a bigger percentage\n  I'm like\n\n  Haha\n  Label cut my check, nigga (Brrt, brrt, brrt, nigga)\n  Yeah\n\n  Representer\n\n  Insane, I'm a representer\n  VN, I'm a representer\n  I'm a 20-2-12 representer\n\n  What you know 'bout stuffin' kilos in the engine?\n  You a sidewalk nigga, street ain't in you\n\n  'Bout to stretch this coca like the seventh inning\n  Young and thuggin', tryna check a million\n\n  Windows tinted with the killer in my system\n  More than weed and liquor in my system\n  Got the brand new whip, might see the solar system\n\n  On my seventh figure, niggas know the feelin'\n\n  Necklace flooded, it's a situation\n  All my bitches got a situation\n\n  County lockup or the police station\n  We was in some shitty situations\n\n  1989, I seen a nigga bleed\n  Uncle stabbed him in the neck and hit his knees\n\n  Turned the arcade to a stampede\n  I was playin' Pac-Man, Centipede\n\n  Put me on some shit I never should've seen\n  Robbin', killin', drug dealin' in 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feedin' me,\n  Financing me, or fuckin' me, I just don't give a shit\"\n\n  In fact, go out on this holiday\n  Get you some ribs, put it the grill\n\n  And let's call it Fuck-A-Que\n  Let's have a Fuck-A-Que holiday\n\n  And not give a shit about what\n  People have to say about you and your life\n\n  This is your morning message from the cussing pastor\n  Have a great day\n"},{"id":34588976,"name":"Situations ft. 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the bus\n'Fore the money, bitches never noticed you\nWay back when, they wouldn't do a show with us\nNow they callin' me so they can open up\n\nI put you niggas on game, put some respect on my name\nFreddie Kane a livin' legend, I hit a stain\nCousin took two to the brain\nBullets missed me, it's a blessing\nI can see the day like it was yesterday, I'll never forget it\nSo rest in peace, good Lord, you was caught in the system\nI made my lane up in this game, and upped the winning percentage\nSo fuck a record deal, a nigga need a bigger percentage, I'm like\n\nLabel cut my check, nigga (brrt, brrt, brrt, nigga)\nYeah\n\nRepresenter\nInsane, I'm a representer\nVL, I'm a representer\nI'm a 22-12 representer\nWhat you know 'bout stuffin' kilos in the engine?\nYou a sidewalk nigga, street ain't in you\n'Bout to stretch this coca like the seventh inning\nYoung and thuggin', tryna check a million\n\nWindows tinted with the killer in my system\nMore than weed and liquor in my system\nGot the 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strippin' a nigga naked\nAnd I never tell on none of my enemies or connection\nMotherfuck Jeff Sessions, I'm sellin' dope with a weapon\nOnly union some of me and my niggas got is the Western\nI'm they favorite rapper when niggas fucked up and they stressin'\nLot of niggas feel like I got my bucks up and I left 'em\nTell them pussy niggas come get the fuck up on my level, yeah\n\nThis how it feel to wake up and you don't owe nobody shit\nNot an explanation, not no conversation, Drug Administration, suck a nigga dick\nWhen my daddy ran over Eddie with that motorcycle, he ain't been that nigga since\nSeen him transform to crackhead, \"If I got 20, Fred, can I get a hit?\"\nNigga, damn\n\nFuck You Friday was such a great holiday\nThat I thought I would extend the holiday season\nAnd let's call it I Don't Give A Shit Saturday\nI don't give a shit about what you think about me\nI don't give a shit about who you think I ought to be\nI don't give a shit about, you don't like me cussin'?\nI don't give a shit what you like\nI'm doing what is best for me\nI'm doing those things that makes me happy\nThose things that I think are positive with me\n\nAnd that's what you need to say to anyone today who comes into your life\nTryna bring negative shit into your life\nTell 'em, \"I don't give a shit\"\nIn fact, tell them, \"If you not feedin' me\nFinancing me, or fuckin' me, I just don't give a shit\"\nIn fact, go out on this holiday, get you some ribs, put it the grill\nAnd let's call it fuck-A-Que, let's have a fuck-A-Que holiday\nAnd not give a shit about what people have to say about you and your life\nThis is your morning message from the cussing pastor\nHave a great day","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.37] Yeah, yeah\n[00:04.92] Representer\n[00:05.73] Street niggas, I'm a representer\n[00:07.84] East Gary, I'm a representer\n[00:09.79] Rest in peace, granny, I'ma represent her\n[00:11.46] Made it through the summer with no air conditioner\n[00:13.59] Catch a shudder 'round the 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a nigga bleed\n  start_ms: 102310\n  end_ms: 104440\n- text: Uncle stabbed him in the neck and hit his knees\n  start_ms: 104440\n  end_ms: 106490\n- text: Turned the arcade to a stampede\n  start_ms: 106490\n  end_ms: 108310\n- text: I was playin' Pac-Man, Centipede\n  start_ms: 108310\n  end_ms: 110380\n- text: Put me on some shit I never should've seen\n  start_ms: 110380\n  end_ms: 112390\n- text: Robbin', killin', drug dealin' in my genes\n  start_ms: 112390\n  end_ms: 114260\n- text: I was livin' in Atlanta, juggin' bean\n  start_ms: 114260\n  end_ms: 116350\n- text: Dre'll hit a nigga with the Billie Jean\n  start_ms: 116350\n  end_ms: 118290\n- text: Josh The Goon got a nigga back to flowin'\n  start_ms: 118290\n  end_ms: 120240\n- text: Bought the plane ticket, first I wasn't open\n  start_ms: 120240\n  end_ms: 122120\n- text: From that moment I was West Coastin'\n  start_ms: 122120\n  end_ms: 124100\n- text: Livin' out of city apartments, smokin' all the roaches\n  start_ms: 124100\n  end_ms: 126050\n- text: Straight survivin' off of Wendy's, Pollo Loco\n  start_ms: 126050\n  end_ms: 128220\n- text: 43rd and Main, I'm 'posed to serve the smokers\n  start_ms: 128220\n  end_ms: 130020\n- text: Did my re-up la famila with my cholo\n  start_ms: 130020\n  end_ms: 131940\n- text: 20 for the chicken, that's some pollo loco (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 131940\n  end_ms: 134180\n- text: Obama got elected today, and I got arrested\n  start_ms: 134180\n  end_ms: 135950\n- text: LA County literally strippin' a nigga naked\n  start_ms: 135950\n  end_ms: 137880\n- text: And I never tell on none of my enemies or connection\n  start_ms: 137880\n  end_ms: 139740\n- text: Motherfuck Jeff Sessions, I'm sellin' dope with a weapon\n  start_ms: 139740\n  end_ms: 141840\n- text: Only union some of me and my niggas got is the Western\n  start_ms: 141840\n  end_ms: 143790\n- text: I'm they favorite rapper when niggas fucked up and they stressin'\n  start_ms: 143790\n  end_ms: 145700\n- text: Lot of niggas feel like I got my bucks up and I left 'em\n  start_ms: 145700\n  end_ms: 147660\n- text: Tell them pussy niggas come get the fuck up on my level, yeah\n  start_ms: 147660\n  end_ms: 150740\n- text: This how it feel to wake up and you don't owe nobody shit\n  start_ms: 150740\n  end_ms: 153520\n- text: Not an explanation, not no conversation, Drug Administration, suck a nigga dick\n  start_ms: 153520\n  end_ms: 157340\n- text: When my daddy ran over Eddie with that motorcycle, he ain't been that nigga since\n  start_ms: 157340\n  end_ms: 161370\n- text: Seen him transform to crackhead, \"If I got 20, Fred, can I get a hit?\"\n  start_ms: 161370\n  end_ms: 165260\n- text: Nigga, damn\n  start_ms: 165260\n  end_ms: 167060\n- text: Fuck You Friday was such a great holiday\n  start_ms: 167060\n  end_ms: 169800\n- text: That I thought I would extend the holiday season\n  start_ms: 169800\n  end_ms: 172760\n- text: And let's call it I Don't Give A Shit Saturday\n  start_ms: 172760\n  end_ms: 175800\n- text: I don't give a shit about what you think about me\n  start_ms: 175800\n  end_ms: 177890\n- text: I don't give a shit about who you think I ought to be\n  start_ms: 177890\n  end_ms: 180470\n- text: I don't give a shit about, you don't like me cussin'?\n  start_ms: 180470\n  end_ms: 182880\n- text: I don't give a shit what you like\n  start_ms: 182880\n  end_ms: 184270\n- text: I'm doing what is best for me\n  start_ms: 184270\n  end_ms: 186330\n- text: I'm doing those things that makes me happy\n  start_ms: 186330\n  end_ms: 188120\n- text: Those things that I think are positive with me\n  start_ms: 188120\n  end_ms: 190070\n- text: And that's what you need to say to anyone today who comes into your life\n  start_ms: 190070\n  end_ms: 194470\n- text: Tryna bring negative shit into your life\n  start_ms: 194470\n  end_ms: 196940\n- text: Tell 'em, \"I don't give a shit\"\n  start_ms: 196940\n  end_ms: 198570\n- text: In fact, tell them, \"If you not feedin' me\n  start_ms: 198570\n  end_ms: 200410\n- text: Financing me, or fuckin' me, I just don't give a shit\"\n  start_ms: 200410\n  end_ms: 205360\n- text: In fact, go out on this holiday, get you some ribs, put it the grill\n  start_ms: 205360\n  end_ms: 209790\n- text: And let's call it fuck-A-Que, let's have a fuck-A-Que holiday\n  start_ms: 209790\n  end_ms: 214270\n- text: And not give a shit about what people have to say about you and your life\n  start_ms: 214270\n  end_ms: 219550\n- text: This is your morning message from the cussing pastor\n  start_ms: 219550\n  end_ms: 223040\n- text: Have a great day\n  start_ms: 223040\n  end_ms: 224750\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 224750\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, yeah\n\n  Representer\n  Street niggas, I'm a representer\n  East Gary, I'm a representer\n  Rest in peace, granny, I'ma represent her\n  Made it through the summer with no air conditioner\n  Catch a shudder 'round the kitchen in the winter\n  Just a youngin thuggin', tryna check a million\n  Youngin thuggin', tryna check a million\n\n  Windows tinted with the killer in my system\n  More than weed and liquor in my system\n  Got the brand-new whip, might see the solar system\n  On my seventh figure, niggas know the feelin'\n  Necklace flooded, it's a situation (yeah)\n  All my bitches got a situation (yeah)\n  County lockup or the police station (yeah)\n  We was in some shitty situations (uh)\n\n  'Bout to smoke it up, pour it up\n  I'm a thug and smokin' lethal warrior\n  Copped a brick of yay West Side of Florida\n  Spent a hundred-twenty on a Rover truck\n  I had bitches when a nigga rode the bus\n  'Fore the money, bitches never noticed you\n  Way back when, they wouldn't do a show with us\n  Now they callin' me so they can open up\n\n  I put you niggas on game, put some respect on my name\n  Freddie Kane a livin' legend, I hit a stain\n  Cousin took two to the brain\n  Bullets missed me, it's a blessing\n  I can see the day like it was yesterday, I'll never forget it\n  So rest in peace, good Lord, you was caught in the system\n  I made my lane up in this game, and upped the winning percentage\n  So fuck a record deal, a nigga need a bigger percentage, I'm like\n\n  Label cut my check, nigga (brrt, brrt, brrt, nigga)\n  Yeah\n\n  Representer\n  Insane, I'm a representer\n  VL, I'm a representer\n  I'm a 22-12 representer\n  What you know 'bout stuffin' kilos in the engine?\n  You a sidewalk nigga, street ain't in you\n  'Bout to stretch this coca like the seventh inning\n  Young and thuggin', tryna check a million\n\n  Windows tinted with the killer in my system\n  More than weed and liquor in my system\n  Got the brand-new whip, might see the solar system\n  On my seventh figure, niggas know the feelin'\n  Necklace flooded, it's a situation\n  All my bitches got a situation\n  County lockup or the police station\n  We was in some shitty situations (yeah, yeah)\n\n  1989, I seen a nigga bleed\n  Uncle stabbed him in the neck and hit his knees\n  Turned the arcade to a stampede\n  I was playin' Pac-Man, Centipede\n  Put me on some shit I never should've seen\n  Robbin', killin', drug dealin' in my genes\n  I was livin' in Atlanta, juggin' bean\n  Dre'll hit a nigga with the Billie Jean\n\n  Josh The Goon got a nigga back to flowin'\n  Bought the plane ticket, first I wasn't open\n  From that moment I was West Coastin'\n  Livin' out of city apartments, smokin' all the roaches\n  Straight survivin' off of Wendy's, Pollo Loco\n  43rd and Main, I'm 'posed to serve the smokers\n  Did my re-up la famila with my cholo\n  20 for the chicken, that's some pollo loco (yeah, yeah)\n\n  Obama got elected today, and I got arrested\n  LA County literally strippin' a nigga naked\n  And I never tell on none of my enemies or connection\n  Motherfuck Jeff Sessions, I'm sellin' dope with a weapon\n  Only union some of me and my niggas got is the Western\n  I'm they favorite rapper when niggas fucked up and they stressin'\n  Lot of niggas feel like I got my bucks up and I left 'em\n  Tell them pussy niggas come get the fuck up on my level, yeah\n\n  This how it feel to wake up and you don't owe nobody shit\n  Not an explanation, not no conversation, Drug Administration, suck a nigga dick\n  When my daddy ran over Eddie with that motorcycle, he ain't been that nigga since\n  Seen him transform to crackhead, \"If I got 20, Fred, can I get a hit?\"\n  Nigga, damn\n\n  Fuck You Friday was such a great holiday\n  That I thought I would extend the holiday season\n  And let's call it I Don't Give A Shit Saturday\n  I don't give a shit about what you think about me\n  I don't give a shit about who you think I ought to be\n  I don't give a shit about, you don't like me cussin'?\n  I don't give a shit what you like\n  I'm doing what is best for me\n  I'm doing those things that makes me happy\n  Those things that I think are positive with me\n\n  And that's what you need to say to anyone today who comes into your life\n  Tryna bring negative shit into your life\n  Tell 'em, \"I don't give a shit\"\n  In fact, tell them, \"If you not feedin' me\n  Financing me, or fuckin' me, I just don't give a shit\"\n  In fact, go out on this holiday, get you some ribs, put it the grill\n  And let's call it fuck-A-Que, let's have a fuck-A-Que holiday\n  And not give a shit about what people have to say about you and your life\n  This is your morning message from the cussing pastor\n  Have a great day\n"}]