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turn Irie to a jail baby\n[01:27.68] Bitch, I weigh that shit up in my crib, I think your scale shady\n[01:31.48] Pass it off and drop it like Stockton, bitch, I facilitate\n[01:34.30] Fucked some niggas off but I also done set some niggas straight\n[01:37.20] Way back when we had rows and Lincolns is all a nigga ate\n[01:40.26] And every day I fuck up a bulletproof glass chicken plate, uh\n[01:43.93] Empty stomach, broken heart, and empty pocket\n[01:46.36] Three things that occur to show you if you and your niggas solid\n[01:49.02] Know that they won't prosper but the devil still gon' form the weapon\n[01:51.95] I can't hold no grudges,\n[01:53.05] My hands is too busy catching blessings, yeah (Blessings, blessings)\n[01:55.78] Yeah, and I been struggling my whole life, yeah\n[02:03.57] Yeah, I pour it up and get my soul right, yeah\n[02:10.97] 'Cause I been struggling my whole life, yeah\n[02:17.07] So I broke it down and it was all white, yeah\n[02:22.26] Mama always told me it'd 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bitch, yeah\n[00:16.60] Yeah, Kane\n[00:23.79] Here to motherfuckin' remain, yeah\n[00:26.15] Uh, bitch nigga\n[00:28.08] It's still fuck police, too\n[00:31.69] Yeah, nigga, yeah\n[00:33.55] Rest in peace Terrence Crutcher,\n[00:34.44] Motherfuck Betty Shelby (Fuck that bitch)\n[00:36.14] I never wish death but bitch, find a hollow tip and inhale it\n[00:38.64] When Taz drove off with two kilos, I told him we should mail it\n[00:41.34] And now we gone up the river, they seen my nigga sellin'\n[00:45.88] Nigga killed the police in Dallas, that's probably fake news\n[00:47.64] While they knock 'em off with robotics, R2D2's\n[00:50.11] Everything on me icy, Snow White, it's just like I skiied through\n[00:53.07] I sit back in the trap with them rats and I watch the cheese move\n[00:56.32] Shakin all these nutso niggas off the roof, off the record\n[00:59.32] Ball without a motherfuckin' ball like I was Tommy Sheppard\n[01:02.24] Life a bachelor party, we with them strippers on O's and X's\n[01:05.36] I can't hold no grudges, my hands is too busy catching blessings, yeah\n[01:08.78] Yeah, and I been struggling my whole life, yeah\n[01:17.89] I pour it up and get my soul right\n[01:20.78] East side boy, my mama was the mail lady (Yeah)\n[01:23.22] Brother and my sister got degrees but I got the yayo, baby (Yeah)\n[01:26.02] Had to beat my case, I can't turn Irie to a jail baby\n[01:27.68] Bitch, I weigh that shit up in my crib, I think your scale shady\n[01:31.48] Pass it off and drop it like Stockton, bitch, I facilitate\n[01:34.30] Fucked some niggas off but I also done set some niggas straight\n[01:37.20] Way back when we had rows and Lincolns is all a nigga ate\n[01:40.26] And every day I fuck up a bulletproof glass chicken plate, uh\n[01:43.93] Empty stomach, broken heart, and empty pocket\n[01:46.36] Three things that occur to show you if you and your niggas solid\n[01:49.02] Know that they won't prosper but the devil still gon' form the weapon\n[01:51.95] I can't hold no grudges,\n[01:53.05] My hands is too busy catching blessings, yeah (Blessings, blessings)\n[01:55.78] Yeah, and I been struggling my whole life, yeah\n[02:03.57] Yeah, I pour it up and get my soul right, yeah\n[02:10.97] 'Cause I been struggling my whole life, yeah\n[02:17.07] So I broke it down and it was all white, yeah\n[02:22.26] Mama always told me it'd be alright, yeah\n[02:27.92] I still broke it down and it was all white, yeah\n[02:33.81] I pray the Lord'll get my soul right, yeah\n[02:40.36] I still pray to Lord'll get my soul right\n[02:48.84] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Soul Right\n artist: Freddie Gibbs & Madlib\n album: Bandana [Deluxe Version]\n duration_ms: 206000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Smooth, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?\n start_ms: 4950\n end_ms: 8020\n- text: Too motherfuckin' smooth, bitch, yeah\n start_ms: 8020\n end_ms: 11660\n- text: Bald head, head like a baby, a baby ass, bitch, yeah\n start_ms: 11660\n 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83220\n end_ms: 86020\n- text: Had to beat my case, I can't turn Irie to a jail baby\n start_ms: 86020\n end_ms: 87680\n- text: Bitch, I weigh that shit up in my crib, I think your scale shady\n start_ms: 87680\n end_ms: 91480\n- text: Pass it off and drop it like Stockton, bitch, I facilitate\n start_ms: 91480\n end_ms: 94300\n- text: Fucked some niggas off but I also done set some niggas straight\n start_ms: 94300\n end_ms: 97200\n- text: Way back when we had rows and Lincolns is all a nigga ate\n start_ms: 97200\n end_ms: 100260\n- text: And every day I fuck up a bulletproof glass chicken plate, uh\n start_ms: 100260\n end_ms: 103930\n- text: Empty stomach, broken heart, and empty pocket\n start_ms: 103930\n end_ms: 106360\n- text: Three things that occur to show you if you and your niggas solid\n start_ms: 106360\n end_ms: 109020\n- text: Know that they won't prosper but the devil still gon' form the weapon\n start_ms: 109020\n end_ms: 111950\n- text: I can't hold no grudges,\n 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blessings, yeah\n[01:08.78] Yeah, and I been struggling my whole life, yeah\n[01:17.89] I pour it up and get my soul right\n[01:20.78] East side boy, my mama was the mail lady (Yeah)\n[01:23.22] Brother and my sister got degrees but I got the yayo, baby (Yeah)\n[01:26.02] Had to beat my case, I can't turn Irie to a jail baby\n[01:27.68] Bitch, I weigh that shit up in my crib, I think your scale shady\n[01:31.48] Pass it off and drop it like Stockton, bitch, I facilitate\n[01:34.30] Fucked some niggas off but I also done set some niggas straight\n[01:37.20] Way back when we had rows and Lincolns is all a nigga ate\n[01:40.26] And every day I fuck up a bulletproof glass chicken plate, uh\n[01:43.93] Empty stomach, broken heart, and empty pocket\n[01:46.36] Three things that occur to show you if you and your niggas solid\n[01:49.02] Know that they won't prosper but the devil still gon' form the weapon\n[01:51.95] I can't hold no grudges,\n[01:53.05] My hands is too busy catching 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R2D2's\nEverything on me icy, Snow White, it's just like I skiied through\n\nI sit back in the trap with them rats and I watch the cheese move\n\nShakin all these nutso niggas off the roof, off the record\nBall without a motherfuckin' ball like I was Tommy Sheppard\n\nLife a bachelor party, we with them strippers on O's and X's\nI can't hold no grudges, my hands is too busy catching blessings, yeah\n\nYeah, and I been struggling my whole life, yeah\nI pour it up and get my soul right\n\nEast side boy, my mama was the mail lady (Yeah)\nBrother and my sister got degrees but I got the yayo, baby (Yeah)\n\nHad to beat my case, I can't turn Irie to a jail baby\nBitch, I weigh that shit up in my crib, I think your scale shady\n\nPass it off and drop it like Stockton, bitch, I facilitate\nFucked some niggas off but I also done set some niggas straight\n\nWay back when we had rows and Lincolns is all a nigga ate\nAnd every day I fuck up a bulletproof glass chicken plate, uh\n\nEmpty stomach, 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yeah\n[00:32.73] Rest in peace Terrence Crutcher,\n[00:34.43] motherfuck Betty Shelby (Fuck that bitch)\n[00:35.54] I never wish death but bitch, find a hollow tip and inhale it\n[00:38.46] When Taz drove off with two kilos, I told him we should mail it\n[00:41.47] And now we gone up the river, they seen my nigga sellin'\n[00:44.19] Nigga killed the police in Dallas, that's probably fake news\n[00:47.18] While they knock 'em off with robotics, R2D2's\n[00:50.02] Everything on me icy, Snow White, it's just like I skiied through\n[00:52.82] I sit back in the trap with them rats and I watch the cheese move\n[00:55.88] Shakin all these nutso niggas off the roof, off the record\n[00:58.88] Ball without a motherfuckin' ball like I was Tommy Sheppard\n[01:01.70] Life a bachelor party, we with them strippers on O's and X's\n[01:04.71] I can't hold no grudges, my hands is too busy catching blessings, yeah\n[01:10.16] Yeah, and I been struggling my whole life, yeah\n[01:17.63] I pour it up and get my soul right\n[01:20.07] East side boy, my mama was the mail lady (Yeah)\n[01:22.22] Brother and my sister got degrees but I got the yayo, baby (Yeah)\n[01:25.25] Had to beat my case, I can't turn Irie to a jail baby\n[01:28.15] Bitch, I weigh that shit up in my crib, I think your scale shady\n[01:31.08] Pass it off and drop it like Stockton, bitch, I facilitate\n[01:33.97] Fucked some niggas off but I also done set some niggas straight\n[01:36.96] Way back when we had rows and Lincolns is all a nigga ate\n[01:39.97] And every day I fuck up a bulletproof glass chicken plate, uh\n[01:43.56] Empty stomach, broken heart, and empty pocket\n[01:45.72] Three things that occur to show you if you and your niggas solid\n[01:48.61] Know that they won't prosper but the devil still gon' form the weapon\n[01:51.75] I can't hold no grudges,\n[01:52.74] my hands is too busy catching blessings, yeah (Blessings, blessings)\n[01:57.28] Yeah, and I been struggling my whole life, yeah\n[02:03.15] Yeah, I pour it up and get my soul right, yeah\n[02:10.69] 'Cause I been struggling my whole life, yeah\n[02:16.22] So I broke it down and it was all white, yeah\n[02:22.19] Mama always told me it'd be alright, yeah\n[02:28.14] I still broke it down and it was all white, yeah\n[02:34.19] I pray the Lord'll get my soul right, yeah\n[02:39.85] I still pray to Lord'll get my soul right\n[02:42.23] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Soul Right\n artist: Gibbs Freddie & Madlib\n album: Bandana\n duration_ms: 206267\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Smooth, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?\n start_ms: 3640\n end_ms: 6640\n- text: Too motherfuckin' smooth, bitch, yeah\n start_ms: 6640\n end_ms: 10640\n- text: Bald head, head like a baby, a baby ass, bitch, yeah\n start_ms: 10640\n end_ms: 17840\n- text: Yeah, Kane\n start_ms: 17840\n end_ms: 21380\n- text: Here to motherfuckin' remain, yeah\n start_ms: 21380\n end_ms: 25540\n- text: Uh, bitch nigga\n start_ms: 25540\n 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head, head like a baby, a baby ass, bitch, yeah\n[00:17.83] Yeah, Kane\n[00:21.36] Here to motherfuckin' remain, yeah\n[00:25.55] Uh, bitch nigga\n[00:26.29] It's still fuck police, too\n[00:31.02] Yeah, nigga, yeah\n[00:32.77] Rest in peace Terrence Crutcher,\n[00:34.48] motherfuck Betty Shelby (Fuck that bitch)\n[00:35.55] I never wish death but bitch, find a hollow tip and inhale it\n[00:38.46] When Taz drove off with two kilos, I told him we should mail it\n[00:41.40] And now we gone up the river, they seen my nigga sellin'\n[00:44.17] Nigga killed the police in Dallas, that's probably fake news\n[00:47.13] While they knock 'em off with robotics, R2D2's\n[00:50.00] Everything on me icy, Snow White, it's just like I skiied through\n[00:52.87] I sit back in the trap with them rats and I watch the cheese move\n[00:55.85] Shakin all these nutso niggas off the roof, off the record\n[00:58.82] Ball without a motherfuckin' ball like I was Tommy Sheppard\n[01:01.70] Life a bachelor party, we with them strippers on O's and X's\n[01:04.76] I can't hold no grudges, my hands is too busy catching blessings, yeah\n[01:10.11] Yeah, and I been struggling my whole life, yeah\n[01:17.67] I pour it up and get my soul right\n[01:20.02] East side boy, my mama was the mail lady (Yeah)\n[01:22.26] Brother and my sister got degrees but I got the yayo, baby (Yeah)\n[01:25.28] Had to beat my case, I can't turn Irie to a jail baby\n[01:28.19] Bitch, I weigh that shit up in my crib, I think your scale shady\n[01:31.07] Pass it off and drop it like Stockton, bitch, I facilitate\n[01:33.90] Fucked some niggas off but I also done set some niggas straight\n[01:36.93] Way back when we had rows and Lincolns is all a nigga ate\n[01:39.91] And every day I fuck up a bulletproof glass chicken plate, uh\n[01:43.51] Empty stomach, broken heart, and empty pocket\n[01:45.78] Three things that occur to show you if you and your niggas solid\n[01:48.60] Know that they won't prosper but the devil still gon' 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