[{"id":12613435,"name":"Geto Boys - 10 - Life in the Fast Lane","trackName":"Geto Boys - 10 - Life in the Fast Lane","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"Grip It! On That Other Level","duration":197.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Scarface:]\nLife in the fast lane, no time for the slow\nSome people slang 'caine, thinkin the money'll flow\nBut brothers gangbang, robbin people for dough\nGet out the chain gang, or your freedom'll go\nStand on the sidewalks, with a fistful of crack\nWatchin the guys talk, your boys watch your back\nThis game is dangerous, you're livin in fear\nYou pack a 9 for insurance to give the geekers a scare\nHe needs a 20, sell him a 10 and a half\nAnd he'll be fiendin and dreamin you'll take his 20 and laugh\nContinue slangin, makin all you can make\nYou hear a [sirens] that's the law gotta break\nHop in the Beemer, and roll up the glass\nYou put your car in reverse to make your getaway fast\nNow they're suspicious - how could he be clean?\nHe packs a beeper, drives a Beemer, and he's only 19\nYo let's harass him, to see what he's got\nWhat started off as a game ended the lives of 2 cops\nLife in the fast lane\n\nAnother hot spot, you screech to a halt\nYo look what I've got, then reach for the wall\nThey find the product, and the cops'll say OHHHHHHH~!\nThey'll put your butt in the bump\nRoll to the station, yo captain whassup?\nI caught this brother on the cut, we gotta lock this boy up\nStraight to the jail cell, no 9 or a clip\nAnd the ones you triple-crossed'll want revenge so get hip\nOut in an hour, on your way to the pad\nA copper starts to trail you, now you're sweatin bad\nTurn on his flashers, you stop Tommy Tucker\nHe stuck his head in the window so you shot him like a sucker\nFell to the pavement, blood pourin on the cement\nThere's witnesses standin by and you knew that he seen it\nBack on the run again, and the boys on your block\nWas blabbin all to the cops about the people you shot\nDid you get nervous, well why continue your route?\nWhen you know that normal folks don't chill with blood on their suits\nTook off his jacket, flung to the back\nGrabbin a pull from the pack, I gotta break I get back\nRight to his rock spot, before the brother got shot\nHe tried to sell 2 ki's to Tony that was filled full of sheet rock\nBumped off~! They ain't let him slide\nNow his family's tryin to figure out the reason he died\n... But that's the name of the game\nWay he died was a shame, pushin 'caine\n... Life in the fast lane\n\nI remember fast times, sellin dope was my pasttime\nLife in the fast lane, while countin cash I'd\nSit back and wonder, what would become of me\nThe fiends would see the Beemer comin, and then they'd run to me\nStep out the vehicle, yo what you need Joe?\nI need a 20 and a nickel bag of weed bro\nMake the sale then I'd bail out\nNow it's time to get the hell out\nEvery day was the same thing, dopefiends named me\nBig Crack Ak cause I sold 'caine mainly\nOut of the big I had the biggest\nRocks on the block, so check it out yo money dig this\nIt was the purest in the rock form, the only way I sell it\nNo cuts, uh-uh, no B-12 to swell it\nI got lucky made it out of the game\n... Life in the fast lane","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Geto Boys - 10 - Life in the Fast Lane\n  artist: Geto Boys\n  album: Grip It! On That Other Level\n  duration_ms: 197000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Scarface:]\n  Life in the fast lane, no time for the slow\n  Some people slang 'caine, thinkin the money'll flow\n  But brothers gangbang, robbin people for dough\n  Get out the chain gang, or your freedom'll go\n  Stand on the sidewalks, with a fistful of crack\n  Watchin the guys talk, your boys watch your back\n  This game is dangerous, you're livin in fear\n  You pack a 9 for insurance to give the geekers a scare\n  He needs a 20, sell him a 10 and a half\n  And he'll be fiendin and dreamin you'll take his 20 and laugh\n  Continue slangin, makin all you can make\n  You hear a [sirens] that's the law gotta break\n  Hop in the Beemer, and roll up the glass\n  You put your car in reverse to make your getaway fast\n  Now they're suspicious - how could he be clean?\n  He packs a beeper, drives a Beemer, and he's only 19\n  Yo let's harass him, to see what he's got\n  What started off as a game ended the lives of 2 cops\n  Life in the fast lane\n\n  Another hot spot, you screech to a halt\n  Yo look what I've got, then reach for the wall\n  They find the product, and the cops'll say OHHHHHHH~!\n  They'll put your butt in the bump\n  Roll to the station, yo captain whassup?\n  I caught this brother on the cut, we gotta lock this boy up\n  Straight to the jail cell, no 9 or a clip\n  And the ones you triple-crossed'll want revenge so get hip\n  Out in an hour, on your way to the pad\n  A copper starts to trail you, now you're sweatin bad\n  Turn on his flashers, you stop Tommy Tucker\n  He stuck his head in the window so you shot him like a sucker\n  Fell to the pavement, blood pourin on the cement\n  There's witnesses standin by and you knew that he seen it\n  Back on the run again, and the boys on your block\n  Was blabbin all to the cops about the people you shot\n  Did you get nervous, well why continue your route?\n  When you know that normal folks don't chill with blood on their suits\n  Took off his jacket, flung to the back\n  Grabbin a pull from the pack, I gotta break I get back\n  Right to his rock spot, before the brother got shot\n  He tried to sell 2 ki's to Tony that was filled full of sheet rock\n  Bumped off~! They ain't let him slide\n  Now his family's tryin to figure out the reason he died\n  ... But that's the name of the game\n  Way he died was a shame, pushin 'caine\n  ... Life in the fast lane\n\n  I remember fast times, sellin dope was my pasttime\n  Life in the fast lane, while countin cash I'd\n  Sit back and wonder, what would become of me\n  The fiends would see the Beemer comin, and then they'd run to me\n  Step out the vehicle, yo what you need Joe?\n  I need a 20 and a nickel bag of weed bro\n  Make the sale then I'd bail out\n  Now it's time to get the hell out\n  Every day was the same thing, dopefiends named me\n  Big Crack Ak cause I sold 'caine mainly\n  Out of the big I had the biggest\n  Rocks on the block, so check it out yo money dig this\n  It was the purest in the rock form, the only way I sell it\n  No cuts, uh-uh, no B-12 to swell it\n  I got lucky made it out of the game\n  ... Life in the fast lane\n"},{"id":2199948,"name":"The Other Level","trackName":"The Other Level","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"We Can't Be Stopped","duration":359.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Bushwick Bill]\nAnd fuckin two of the finest bitches around G;\nIt used to be fun, but now it's gettin borin to me\nConstantly fuckin, fuckin, fuckin, fuckin\nRidin my dick like a horse, buckin, buckin\nNow I'm gettin that enlightenment, in my life\nI'm missin that excitement\nThinkin about, how these two girls could excite me\nThen it hit me -- both of them liked me\nHuh, HAHA, yeah that's the lick\nListen and learn, while I kick some more serious shit\n\n.\n\nDiggin deep into my mind, you understand\nI came up with a dope-ass master plan\nThinkin while I sip on a 40\nI got it! I'ma throw myself a private party\nI called up one, and said, \"Whassup?\nWhat's goin on?\" She said, \"Nuthin much\"\nI said, \"Hey, I got a very close friend, who wants to meet cha\nShe thinks you're pretty, and from what I told her, she too\"\nShe thought about it and said, \"Cool, it's on\"\nPick me up at eight -- then I hung up the phone\nI called up the other, dropped a little know-how\nKicked it to her smoooooth, that other level style\nThen I dropped the second step of my plan\nAsked her had she ever been with two men, or a woman and man?\n(\"Say what?\") It's just a question, I'm not out to diss you\nShe said, \"Yeah baby it's cool, but yo, I'm heterosexual\"\nShe was frontin man, trust me\nCause she's the type of hoe who like to taste her own pussy\nWhen we're fuckin she takes the dick out, licks it all over\nThen she puts it in her mouth\nNow after doin that type of shit\nShe could be talkin the other things REAL quick\nI said, \"I got another friend, I wanna party with\nAnd we can all get into the hot tub and have a little bit of fun\nYou know baby? Hahaha!\nConsider this a test and if you pass you'll be my number one\"\nShe said, \"Okay it's a date\nI gotta make a few runs, so pick me up at eight\"\n\"Huh, better make it eight thirty! Give me some time to wash up,\nAnd take a bath because I'm kinda dirty\"\nBefore she hung up the phone, I said, \"Wait!\nIf you wasn't special to me, I wouldn'ta invited you on the date\"\nShe said, \"Yeah, I know - I love you see you later\"\nThings are gettin good but in the end they'll be much greater\n\n.\n\nPick em up, then I make em feel comfortable\nCrackin jokes, as if I was Cliff Huxtable\nGet into the crib, things are hype\nFix em a couple of drinks, to get their heads right\nBut not too much cause I don't wanna make em woozy\nThirty minutes later, let's jump into the jacuzzi\nOne said, \"I didn't even bring a swimsuit\"\nThe other said, \"Don't worry about it - ain't nobody gonna bite you;\nCause I don't have one either.\"\nThe shit was gettin dope! I had to take a breather\nStep into the water and it's showtime\nI'm a nigga -- so I GOTS to go for mine\nBut the key's to have patience\nBut with two of the finest girls in the world, who wouldn't be anxious?\nBut I kept my cool, grinnin like a devil\nKnow I'm bout to put these two bitches on that other level\nHayeah yeah yeah, I'm just your typical horny little devil\n\n.\n\nI make them both suck on my chest like Mr. Slick\nThen I took one's head, and pushed it down to the dick\nNow I got one on the dick, one on the nipples\nSqueezin on they asses, the shit is so simple!\nThen another smooth move real quick\nI pushed the other bitch's head down to the dick\nNow they're suckin on my dick like a lollipop\nIn and out of each other's mouth, when will they ever stop?\nOooh! Suckin on my pole; and while they suckin on my pole\nI'm runnin my fingers through their pussyholes\nThen back up to the chest again - YES!\nEverything is cool, cause I'm the best my friend\nNow they're lickin on my chest, my nipples rather die\nJimmy pushed both of their heads together\nNow they kissin one another - oooh!\nFifty minutes later, they were eatin each other\nI got these bitches so much into themselves they forgot about me\nAnd I'm sittin here, butt-motherfuckin-naked G\nBut after time went by, yo\nYou know a nigga like me, had to get down for mines\nAnd I shoulda won a fuckin medal\nFor takin both of these bitches, to the other level\n\nBushwick Bill, the other level, part one\nListen and learn, and you'll be aight\nGeto Boys outta here, 1991\nYear two thousand and forever","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Other Level\n  artist: Geto Boys\n  album: We Can't Be Stopped\n  duration_ms: 359000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Bushwick Bill]\n  And fuckin two of the finest bitches around G;\n  It used to be fun, but now it's gettin borin to me\n  Constantly fuckin, fuckin, fuckin, fuckin\n  Ridin my dick like a horse, buckin, buckin\n  Now I'm gettin that enlightenment, in my life\n  I'm missin that excitement\n  Thinkin about, how these two girls could excite me\n  Then it hit me -- both of them liked me\n  Huh, HAHA, yeah that's the lick\n  Listen and learn, while I kick some more serious shit\n\n  .\n\n  Diggin deep into my mind, you understand\n  I came up with a dope-ass master plan\n  Thinkin while I sip on a 40\n  I got it! I'ma throw myself a private party\n  I called up one, and said, \"Whassup?\n  What's goin on?\" She said, \"Nuthin much\"\n  I said, \"Hey, I got a very close friend, who wants to meet cha\n  She thinks you're pretty, and from what I told her, she too\"\n  She thought about it and said, \"Cool, it's on\"\n  Pick me up at eight -- then I hung up the phone\n  I called up the other, dropped a little know-how\n  Kicked it to her smoooooth, that other level style\n  Then I dropped the second step of my plan\n  Asked her had she ever been with two men, or a woman and man?\n  (\"Say what?\") It's just a question, I'm not out to diss you\n  She said, \"Yeah baby it's cool, but yo, I'm heterosexual\"\n  She was frontin man, trust me\n  Cause she's the type of hoe who like to taste her own pussy\n  When we're fuckin she takes the dick out, licks it all over\n  Then she puts it in her mouth\n  Now after doin that type of shit\n  She could be talkin the other things REAL quick\n  I said, \"I got another friend, I wanna party with\n  And we can all get into the hot tub and have a little bit of fun\n  You know baby? Hahaha!\n  Consider this a test and if you pass you'll be my number one\"\n  She said, \"Okay it's a date\n  I gotta make a few runs, so pick me up at eight\"\n  \"Huh, better make it eight thirty! Give me some time to wash up,\n  And take a bath because I'm kinda dirty\"\n  Before she hung up the phone, I said, \"Wait!\n  If you wasn't special to me, I wouldn'ta invited you on the date\"\n  She said, \"Yeah, I know - I love you see you later\"\n  Things are gettin good but in the end they'll be much greater\n\n  .\n\n  Pick em up, then I make em feel comfortable\n  Crackin jokes, as if I was Cliff Huxtable\n  Get into the crib, things are hype\n  Fix em a couple of drinks, to get their heads right\n  But not too much cause I don't wanna make em woozy\n  Thirty minutes later, let's jump into the jacuzzi\n  One said, \"I didn't even bring a swimsuit\"\n  The other said, \"Don't worry about it - ain't nobody gonna bite you;\n  Cause I don't have one either.\"\n  The shit was gettin dope! I had to take a breather\n  Step into the water and it's showtime\n  I'm a nigga -- so I GOTS to go for mine\n  But the key's to have patience\n  But with two of the finest girls in the world, who wouldn't be anxious?\n  But I kept my cool, grinnin like a devil\n  Know I'm bout to put these two bitches on that other level\n  Hayeah yeah yeah, I'm just your typical horny little devil\n\n  .\n\n  I make them both suck on my chest like Mr. Slick\n  Then I took one's head, and pushed it down to the dick\n  Now I got one on the dick, one on the nipples\n  Squeezin on they asses, the shit is so simple!\n  Then another smooth move real quick\n  I pushed the other bitch's head down to the dick\n  Now they're suckin on my dick like a lollipop\n  In and out of each other's mouth, when will they ever stop?\n  Oooh! Suckin on my pole; and while they suckin on my pole\n  I'm runnin my fingers through their pussyholes\n  Then back up to the chest again - YES!\n  Everything is cool, cause I'm the best my friend\n  Now they're lickin on my chest, my nipples rather die\n  Jimmy pushed both of their heads together\n  Now they kissin one another - oooh!\n  Fifty minutes later, they were eatin each other\n  I got these bitches so much into themselves they forgot about me\n  And I'm sittin here, butt-motherfuckin-naked G\n  But after time went by, yo\n  You know a nigga like me, had to get down for mines\n  And I shoulda won a fuckin medal\n  For takin both of these bitches, to the other level\n\n  Bushwick Bill, the other level, part one\n  Listen and learn, and you'll be aight\n  Geto Boys outta here, 1991\n  Year two thousand and forever\n"},{"id":20003451,"name":"The Other Level","trackName":"The Other Level","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"We Can't Be Stopped","duration":361.508571,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Bushwick Bill]\nAnd fuckin two of the finest bitches around G;\nIt used to be fun, but now it's gettin borin to me\nConstantly fuckin, fuckin, fuckin, fuckin\nRidin my dick like a horse, buckin, buckin\nNow I'm gettin that enlightenment, in my life\nI'm missin that excitement\nThinkin about, how these two girls could excite me\nThen it hit me -- both of them liked me\nHuh, HAHA, yeah that's the lick\nListen and learn, while I kick some more serious shit\n\n.\n\nDiggin deep into my mind, you understand\nI came up with a dope-ass master plan\nThinkin while I sip on a 40\nI got it! I'ma throw myself a private party\nI called up one, and said, \"Whassup?\nWhat's goin on?\" She said, \"Nuthin much\"\nI said, \"Hey, I got a very close friend, who wants to meet cha\nShe thinks you're pretty, and from what I told her, she too\"\nShe thought about it and said, \"Cool, it's on\"\nPick me up at eight -- then I hung up the phone\nI called up the other, dropped a little know-how\nKicked it to her smoooooth, that other level style\nThen I dropped the second step of my plan\nAsked her had she ever been with two men, or a woman and man?\n(\"Say what?\") It's just a question, I'm not out to diss you\nShe said, \"Yeah baby it's cool, but yo, I'm heterosexual\"\nShe was frontin man, trust me\nCause she's the type of hoe who like to taste her own pussy\nWhen we're fuckin she takes the dick out, licks it all over\nThen she puts it in her mouth\nNow after doin that type of shit\nShe could be talkin the other things REAL quick\nI said, \"I got another friend, I wanna party with\nAnd we can all get into the hot tub and have a little bit of fun\nYou know baby? Hahaha!\nConsider this a test and if you pass you'll be my number one\"\nShe said, \"Okay it's a date\nI gotta make a few runs, so pick me up at eight\"\n\"Huh, better make it eight thirty! Give me some time to wash up,\nAnd take a bath because I'm kinda dirty\"\nBefore she hung up the phone, I said, \"Wait!\nIf you wasn't special to me, I wouldn'ta invited you on the date\"\nShe said, \"Yeah, I know - I love you see you later\"\nThings are gettin good but in the end they'll be much greater\n\n.\n\nPick em up, then I make em feel comfortable\nCrackin jokes, as if I was Cliff Huxtable\nGet into the crib, things are hype\nFix em a couple of drinks, to get their heads right\nBut not too much cause I don't wanna make em woozy\nThirty minutes later, let's jump into the jacuzzi\nOne said, \"I didn't even bring a swimsuit\"\nThe other said, \"Don't worry about it - ain't nobody gonna bite you;\nCause I don't have one either.\"\nThe shit was gettin dope! I had to take a breather\nStep into the water and it's showtime\nI'm a nigga -- so I GOTS to go for mine\nBut the key's to have patience\nBut with two of the finest girls in the world, who wouldn't be anxious?\nBut I kept my cool, grinnin like a devil\nKnow I'm bout to put these two bitches on that other level\nHayeah yeah yeah, I'm just your typical horny little devil\n\n.\n\nI make them both suck on my chest like Mr. Slick\nThen I took one's head, and pushed it down to the dick\nNow I got one on the dick, one on the nipples\nSqueezin on they asses, the shit is so simple!\nThen another smooth move real quick\nI pushed the other bitch's head down to the dick\nNow they're suckin on my dick like a lollipop\nIn and out of each other's mouth, when will they ever stop?\nOooh! Suckin on my pole; and while they suckin on my pole\nI'm runnin my fingers through their pussyholes\nThen back up to the chest again - YES!\nEverything is cool, cause I'm the best my friend\nNow they're lickin on my chest, my nipples rather die\nJimmy pushed both of their heads together\nNow they kissin one another - oooh!\nFifty minutes later, they were eatin each other\nI got these bitches so much into themselves they forgot about me\nAnd I'm sittin here, butt-motherfuckin-naked G\nBut after time went by, yo\nYou know a nigga like me, had to get down for mines\nAnd I shoulda won a fuckin medal\nFor takin both of these bitches, to the other level\n\nBushwick Bill, the other level, part one\nListen and learn, and you'll be aight\nGeto Boys outta here, 1991\nYear two thousand and forever","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Other Level\n  artist: Geto Boys\n  album: We Can't Be Stopped\n  duration_ms: 361509\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Bushwick Bill]\n  And fuckin two of the finest bitches around G;\n  It used to be fun, but now it's gettin borin to me\n  Constantly fuckin, fuckin, fuckin, fuckin\n  Ridin my dick like a horse, buckin, buckin\n  Now I'm gettin that enlightenment, in my life\n  I'm missin that excitement\n  Thinkin about, how these two girls could excite me\n  Then it hit me -- both of them liked me\n  Huh, HAHA, yeah that's the lick\n  Listen and learn, while I kick some more serious shit\n\n  .\n\n  Diggin deep into my mind, you understand\n  I came up with a dope-ass master plan\n  Thinkin while I sip on a 40\n  I got it! I'ma throw myself a private party\n  I called up one, and said, \"Whassup?\n  What's goin on?\" She said, \"Nuthin much\"\n  I said, \"Hey, I got a very close friend, who wants to meet cha\n  She thinks you're pretty, and from what I told her, she too\"\n  She thought about it and said, \"Cool, it's on\"\n  Pick me up at eight -- then I hung up the phone\n  I called up the other, dropped a little know-how\n  Kicked it to her smoooooth, that other level style\n  Then I dropped the second step of my plan\n  Asked her had she ever been with two men, or a woman and man?\n  (\"Say what?\") It's just a question, I'm not out to diss you\n  She said, \"Yeah baby it's cool, but yo, I'm heterosexual\"\n  She was frontin man, trust me\n  Cause she's the type of hoe who like to taste her own pussy\n  When we're fuckin she takes the dick out, licks it all over\n  Then she puts it in her mouth\n  Now after doin that type of shit\n  She could be talkin the other things REAL quick\n  I said, \"I got another friend, I wanna party with\n  And we can all get into the hot tub and have a little bit of fun\n  You know baby? Hahaha!\n  Consider this a test and if you pass you'll be my number one\"\n  She said, \"Okay it's a date\n  I gotta make a few runs, so pick me up at eight\"\n  \"Huh, better make it eight thirty! Give me some time to wash up,\n  And take a bath because I'm kinda dirty\"\n  Before she hung up the phone, I said, \"Wait!\n  If you wasn't special to me, I wouldn'ta invited you on the date\"\n  She said, \"Yeah, I know - I love you see you later\"\n  Things are gettin good but in the end they'll be much greater\n\n  .\n\n  Pick em up, then I make em feel comfortable\n  Crackin jokes, as if I was Cliff Huxtable\n  Get into the crib, things are hype\n  Fix em a couple of drinks, to get their heads right\n  But not too much cause I don't wanna make em woozy\n  Thirty minutes later, let's jump into the jacuzzi\n  One said, \"I didn't even bring a swimsuit\"\n  The other said, \"Don't worry about it - ain't nobody gonna bite you;\n  Cause I don't have one either.\"\n  The shit was gettin dope! I had to take a breather\n  Step into the water and it's showtime\n  I'm a nigga -- so I GOTS to go for mine\n  But the key's to have patience\n  But with two of the finest girls in the world, who wouldn't be anxious?\n  But I kept my cool, grinnin like a devil\n  Know I'm bout to put these two bitches on that other level\n  Hayeah yeah yeah, I'm just your typical horny little devil\n\n  .\n\n  I make them both suck on my chest like Mr. Slick\n  Then I took one's head, and pushed it down to the dick\n  Now I got one on the dick, one on the nipples\n  Squeezin on they asses, the shit is so simple!\n  Then another smooth move real quick\n  I pushed the other bitch's head down to the dick\n  Now they're suckin on my dick like a lollipop\n  In and out of each other's mouth, when will they ever stop?\n  Oooh! Suckin on my pole; and while they suckin on my pole\n  I'm runnin my fingers through their pussyholes\n  Then back up to the chest again - YES!\n  Everything is cool, cause I'm the best my friend\n  Now they're lickin on my chest, my nipples rather die\n  Jimmy pushed both of their heads together\n  Now they kissin one another - oooh!\n  Fifty minutes later, they were eatin each other\n  I got these bitches so much into themselves they forgot about me\n  And I'm sittin here, butt-motherfuckin-naked G\n  But after time went by, yo\n  You know a nigga like me, had to get down for mines\n  And I shoulda won a fuckin medal\n  For takin both of these bitches, to the other level\n\n  Bushwick Bill, the other level, part one\n  Listen and learn, and you'll be aight\n  Geto Boys outta here, 1991\n  Year two thousand and forever\n"},{"id":20731857,"name":"The Other Level","trackName":"The Other Level","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"We Can't Be Stopped (Screwed)","duration":470.987755,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Bushwick Bill]\nAnd fuckin two of the finest bitches around G;\nIt used to be fun, but now it's gettin borin to me\nConstantly fuckin, fuckin, fuckin, fuckin\nRidin my dick like a horse, buckin, buckin\nNow I'm gettin that enlightenment, in my life\nI'm missin that excitement\nThinkin about, how these two girls could excite me\nThen it hit me -- both of them liked me\nHuh, HAHA, yeah that's the lick\nListen and learn, while I kick some more serious shit\n\n.\n\nDiggin deep into my mind, you understand\nI came up with a dope-ass master plan\nThinkin while I sip on a 40\nI got it! I'ma throw myself a private party\nI called up one, and said, \"Whassup?\nWhat's goin on?\" She said, \"Nuthin much\"\nI said, \"Hey, I got a very close friend, who wants to meet cha\nShe thinks you're pretty, and from what I told her, she too\"\nShe thought about it and said, \"Cool, it's on\"\nPick me up at eight -- then I hung up the phone\nI called up the other, dropped a little know-how\nKicked it to her smoooooth, that other level style\nThen I dropped the second step of my plan\nAsked her had she ever been with two men, or a woman and man?\n(\"Say what?\") It's just a question, I'm not out to diss you\nShe said, \"Yeah baby it's cool, but yo, I'm heterosexual\"\nShe was frontin man, trust me\nCause she's the type of hoe who like to taste her own pussy\nWhen we're fuckin she takes the dick out, licks it all over\nThen she puts it in her mouth\nNow after doin that type of shit\nShe could be talkin the other things REAL quick\nI said, \"I got another friend, I wanna party with\nAnd we can all get into the hot tub and have a little bit of fun\nYou know baby? Hahaha!\nConsider this a test and if you pass you'll be my number one\"\nShe said, \"Okay it's a date\nI gotta make a few runs, so pick me up at eight\"\n\"Huh, better make it eight thirty! Give me some time to wash up,\nAnd take a bath because I'm kinda dirty\"\nBefore she hung up the phone, I said, \"Wait!\nIf you wasn't special to me, I wouldn'ta invited you on the date\"\nShe said, \"Yeah, I know - I love you see you later\"\nThings are gettin good but in the end they'll be much greater\n\n.\n\nPick em up, then I make em feel comfortable\nCrackin jokes, as if I was Cliff Huxtable\nGet into the crib, things are hype\nFix em a couple of drinks, to get their heads right\nBut not too much cause I don't wanna make em woozy\nThirty minutes later, let's jump into the jacuzzi\nOne said, \"I didn't even bring a swimsuit\"\nThe other said, \"Don't worry about it - ain't nobody gonna bite you;\nCause I don't have one either.\"\nThe shit was gettin dope! I had to take a breather\nStep into the water and it's showtime\nI'm a nigga -- so I GOTS to go for mine\nBut the key's to have patience\nBut with two of the finest girls in the world, who wouldn't be anxious?\nBut I kept my cool, grinnin like a devil\nKnow I'm bout to put these two bitches on that other level\nHayeah yeah yeah, I'm just your typical horny little devil\n\n.\n\nI make them both suck on my chest like Mr. Slick\nThen I took one's head, and pushed it down to the dick\nNow I got one on the dick, one on the nipples\nSqueezin on they asses, the shit is so simple!\nThen another smooth move real quick\nI pushed the other bitch's head down to the dick\nNow they're suckin on my dick like a lollipop\nIn and out of each other's mouth, when will they ever stop?\nOooh! Suckin on my pole; and while they suckin on my pole\nI'm runnin my fingers through their pussyholes\nThen back up to the chest again - YES!\nEverything is cool, cause I'm the best my friend\nNow they're lickin on my chest, my nipples rather die\nJimmy pushed both of their heads together\nNow they kissin one another - oooh!\nFifty minutes later, they were eatin each other\nI got these bitches so much into themselves they forgot about me\nAnd I'm sittin here, butt-motherfuckin-naked G\nBut after time went by, yo\nYou know a nigga like me, had to get down for mines\nAnd I shoulda won a fuckin medal\nFor takin both of these bitches, to the other level\n\nBushwick Bill, the other level, part one\nListen and learn, and you'll be aight\nGeto Boys outta here, 1991\nYear two thousand and forever","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Other Level\n  artist: Geto Boys\n  album: We Can't Be Stopped (Screwed)\n  duration_ms: 470988\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Bushwick Bill]\n  And fuckin two of the finest bitches around G;\n  It used to be fun, but now it's gettin borin to me\n  Constantly fuckin, fuckin, fuckin, fuckin\n  Ridin my dick like a horse, buckin, buckin\n  Now I'm gettin that enlightenment, in my life\n  I'm missin that excitement\n  Thinkin about, how these two girls could excite me\n  Then it hit me -- both of them liked me\n  Huh, HAHA, yeah that's the lick\n  Listen and learn, while I kick some more serious shit\n\n  .\n\n  Diggin deep into my mind, you understand\n  I came up with a dope-ass master plan\n  Thinkin while I sip on a 40\n  I got it! I'ma throw myself a private party\n  I called up one, and said, \"Whassup?\n  What's goin on?\" She said, \"Nuthin much\"\n  I said, \"Hey, I got a very close friend, who wants to meet cha\n  She thinks you're pretty, and from what I told her, she too\"\n  She thought about it and said, \"Cool, it's on\"\n  Pick me up at eight -- then I hung up the phone\n  I called up the other, dropped a little know-how\n  Kicked it to her smoooooth, that other level style\n  Then I dropped the second step of my plan\n  Asked her had she ever been with two men, or a woman and man?\n  (\"Say what?\") It's just a question, I'm not out to diss you\n  She said, \"Yeah baby it's cool, but yo, I'm heterosexual\"\n  She was frontin man, trust me\n  Cause she's the type of hoe who like to taste her own pussy\n  When we're fuckin she takes the dick out, licks it all over\n  Then she puts it in her mouth\n  Now after doin that type of shit\n  She could be talkin the other things REAL quick\n  I said, \"I got another friend, I wanna party with\n  And we can all get into the hot tub and have a little bit of fun\n  You know baby? Hahaha!\n  Consider this a test and if you pass you'll be my number one\"\n  She said, \"Okay it's a date\n  I gotta make a few runs, so pick me up at eight\"\n  \"Huh, better make it eight thirty! Give me some time to wash up,\n  And take a bath because I'm kinda dirty\"\n  Before she hung up the phone, I said, \"Wait!\n  If you wasn't special to me, I wouldn'ta invited you on the date\"\n  She said, \"Yeah, I know - I love you see you later\"\n  Things are gettin good but in the end they'll be much greater\n\n  .\n\n  Pick em up, then I make em feel comfortable\n  Crackin jokes, as if I was Cliff Huxtable\n  Get into the crib, things are hype\n  Fix em a couple of drinks, to get their heads right\n  But not too much cause I don't wanna make em woozy\n  Thirty minutes later, let's jump into the jacuzzi\n  One said, \"I didn't even bring a swimsuit\"\n  The other said, \"Don't worry about it - ain't nobody gonna bite you;\n  Cause I don't have one either.\"\n  The shit was gettin dope! I had to take a breather\n  Step into the water and it's showtime\n  I'm a nigga -- so I GOTS to go for mine\n  But the key's to have patience\n  But with two of the finest girls in the world, who wouldn't be anxious?\n  But I kept my cool, grinnin like a devil\n  Know I'm bout to put these two bitches on that other level\n  Hayeah yeah yeah, I'm just your typical horny little devil\n\n  .\n\n  I make them both suck on my chest like Mr. Slick\n  Then I took one's head, and pushed it down to the dick\n  Now I got one on the dick, one on the nipples\n  Squeezin on they asses, the shit is so simple!\n  Then another smooth move real quick\n  I pushed the other bitch's head down to the dick\n  Now they're suckin on my dick like a lollipop\n  In and out of each other's mouth, when will they ever stop?\n  Oooh! Suckin on my pole; and while they suckin on my pole\n  I'm runnin my fingers through their pussyholes\n  Then back up to the chest again - YES!\n  Everything is cool, cause I'm the best my friend\n  Now they're lickin on my chest, my nipples rather die\n  Jimmy pushed both of their heads together\n  Now they kissin one another - oooh!\n  Fifty minutes later, they were eatin each other\n  I got these bitches so much into themselves they forgot about me\n  And I'm sittin here, butt-motherfuckin-naked G\n  But after time went by, yo\n  You know a nigga like me, had to get down for mines\n  And I shoulda won a fuckin medal\n  For takin both of these bitches, to the other level\n\n  Bushwick Bill, the other level, part one\n  Listen and learn, and you'll be aight\n  Geto Boys outta here, 1991\n  Year two thousand and forever\n"},{"id":20798602,"name":"the other level","trackName":"the other level","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"Uncut Dope","duration":336.30975,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Bushwick Bill]\nAnd fuckin two of the finest bitches around G;\nIt used to be fun, but now it's gettin borin to me\nConstantly fuckin, fuckin, fuckin, fuckin\nRidin my dick like a horse, buckin, buckin\nNow I'm gettin that enlightenment, in my life\nI'm missin that excitement\nThinkin about, how these two girls could excite me\nThen it hit me -- both of them liked me\nHuh, HAHA, yeah that's the lick\nListen and learn, while I kick some more serious shit\n\n.\n\nDiggin deep into my mind, you understand\nI came up with a dope-ass master plan\nThinkin while I sip on a 40\nI got it! I'ma throw myself a private party\nI called up one, and said, \"Whassup?\nWhat's goin on?\" She said, \"Nuthin much\"\nI said, \"Hey, I got a very close friend, who wants to meet cha\nShe thinks you're pretty, and from what I told her, she too\"\nShe thought about it and said, \"Cool, it's on\"\nPick me up at eight -- then I hung up the phone\nI called up the other, dropped a little know-how\nKicked it to her smoooooth, that other level style\nThen I dropped the second step of my plan\nAsked her had she ever been with two men, or a woman and man?\n(\"Say what?\") It's just a question, I'm not out to diss you\nShe said, \"Yeah baby it's cool, but yo, I'm heterosexual\"\nShe was frontin man, trust me\nCause she's the type of hoe who like to taste her own pussy\nWhen we're fuckin she takes the dick out, licks it all over\nThen she puts it in her mouth\nNow after doin that type of shit\nShe could be talkin the other things REAL quick\nI said, \"I got another friend, I wanna party with\nAnd we can all get into the hot tub and have a little bit of fun\nYou know baby? Hahaha!\nConsider this a test and if you pass you'll be my number one\"\nShe said, \"Okay it's a date\nI gotta make a few runs, so pick me up at eight\"\n\"Huh, better make it eight thirty! Give me some time to wash up,\nAnd take a bath because I'm kinda dirty\"\nBefore she hung up the phone, I said, \"Wait!\nIf you wasn't special to me, I wouldn'ta invited you on the date\"\nShe said, \"Yeah, I know - I love you see you later\"\nThings are gettin good but in the end they'll be much greater\n\n.\n\nPick em up, then I make em feel comfortable\nCrackin jokes, as if I was Cliff Huxtable\nGet into the crib, things are hype\nFix em a couple of drinks, to get their heads right\nBut not too much cause I don't wanna make em woozy\nThirty minutes later, let's jump into the jacuzzi\nOne said, \"I didn't even bring a swimsuit\"\nThe other said, \"Don't worry about it - ain't nobody gonna bite you;\nCause I don't have one either.\"\nThe shit was gettin dope! I had to take a breather\nStep into the water and it's showtime\nI'm a nigga -- so I GOTS to go for mine\nBut the key's to have patience\nBut with two of the finest girls in the world, who wouldn't be anxious?\nBut I kept my cool, grinnin like a devil\nKnow I'm bout to put these two bitches on that other level\nHayeah yeah yeah, I'm just your typical horny little devil\n\n.\n\nI make them both suck on my chest like Mr. Slick\nThen I took one's head, and pushed it down to the dick\nNow I got one on the dick, one on the nipples\nSqueezin on they asses, the shit is so simple!\nThen another smooth move real quick\nI pushed the other bitch's head down to the dick\nNow they're suckin on my dick like a lollipop\nIn and out of each other's mouth, when will they ever stop?\nOooh! Suckin on my pole; and while they suckin on my pole\nI'm runnin my fingers through their pussyholes\nThen back up to the chest again - YES!\nEverything is cool, cause I'm the best my friend\nNow they're lickin on my chest, my nipples rather die\nJimmy pushed both of their heads together\nNow they kissin one another - oooh!\nFifty minutes later, they were eatin each other\nI got these bitches so much into themselves they forgot about me\nAnd I'm sittin here, butt-motherfuckin-naked G\nBut after time went by, yo\nYou know a nigga like me, had to get down for mines\nAnd I shoulda won a fuckin medal\nFor takin both of these bitches, to the other level\n\nBushwick Bill, the other level, part one\nListen and learn, and you'll be aight\nGeto Boys outta here, 1991\nYear two thousand and forever","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: the other level\n  artist: Geto Boys\n  album: Uncut Dope\n  duration_ms: 336310\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Bushwick Bill]\n  And fuckin two of the finest bitches around G;\n  It used to be fun, but now it's gettin borin to me\n  Constantly fuckin, fuckin, fuckin, fuckin\n  Ridin my dick like a horse, buckin, buckin\n  Now I'm gettin that enlightenment, in my life\n  I'm missin that excitement\n  Thinkin about, how these two girls could excite me\n  Then it hit me -- both of them liked me\n  Huh, HAHA, yeah that's the lick\n  Listen and learn, while I kick some more serious shit\n\n  .\n\n  Diggin deep into my mind, you understand\n  I came up with a dope-ass master plan\n  Thinkin while I sip on a 40\n  I got it! I'ma throw myself a private party\n  I called up one, and said, \"Whassup?\n  What's goin on?\" She said, \"Nuthin much\"\n  I said, \"Hey, I got a very close friend, who wants to meet cha\n  She thinks you're pretty, and from what I told her, she too\"\n  She thought about it and said, \"Cool, it's on\"\n  Pick me up at eight -- then I hung up the phone\n  I called up the other, dropped a little know-how\n  Kicked it to her smoooooth, that other level style\n  Then I dropped the second step of my plan\n  Asked her had she ever been with two men, or a woman and man?\n  (\"Say what?\") It's just a question, I'm not out to diss you\n  She said, \"Yeah baby it's cool, but yo, I'm heterosexual\"\n  She was frontin man, trust me\n  Cause she's the type of hoe who like to taste her own pussy\n  When we're fuckin she takes the dick out, licks it all over\n  Then she puts it in her mouth\n  Now after doin that type of shit\n  She could be talkin the other things REAL quick\n  I said, \"I got another friend, I wanna party with\n  And we can all get into the hot tub and have a little bit of fun\n  You know baby? Hahaha!\n  Consider this a test and if you pass you'll be my number one\"\n  She said, \"Okay it's a date\n  I gotta make a few runs, so pick me up at eight\"\n  \"Huh, better make it eight thirty! Give me some time to wash up,\n  And take a bath because I'm kinda dirty\"\n  Before she hung up the phone, I said, \"Wait!\n  If you wasn't special to me, I wouldn'ta invited you on the date\"\n  She said, \"Yeah, I know - I love you see you later\"\n  Things are gettin good but in the end they'll be much greater\n\n  .\n\n  Pick em up, then I make em feel comfortable\n  Crackin jokes, as if I was Cliff Huxtable\n  Get into the crib, things are hype\n  Fix em a couple of drinks, to get their heads right\n  But not too much cause I don't wanna make em woozy\n  Thirty minutes later, let's jump into the jacuzzi\n  One said, \"I didn't even bring a swimsuit\"\n  The other said, \"Don't worry about it - ain't nobody gonna bite you;\n  Cause I don't have one either.\"\n  The shit was gettin dope! I had to take a breather\n  Step into the water and it's showtime\n  I'm a nigga -- so I GOTS to go for mine\n  But the key's to have patience\n  But with two of the finest girls in the world, who wouldn't be anxious?\n  But I kept my cool, grinnin like a devil\n  Know I'm bout to put these two bitches on that other level\n  Hayeah yeah yeah, I'm just your typical horny little devil\n\n  .\n\n  I make them both suck on my chest like Mr. Slick\n  Then I took one's head, and pushed it down to the dick\n  Now I got one on the dick, one on the nipples\n  Squeezin on they asses, the shit is so simple!\n  Then another smooth move real quick\n  I pushed the other bitch's head down to the dick\n  Now they're suckin on my dick like a lollipop\n  In and out of each other's mouth, when will they ever stop?\n  Oooh! Suckin on my pole; and while they suckin on my pole\n  I'm runnin my fingers through their pussyholes\n  Then back up to the chest again - YES!\n  Everything is cool, cause I'm the best my friend\n  Now they're lickin on my chest, my nipples rather die\n  Jimmy pushed both of their heads together\n  Now they kissin one another - oooh!\n  Fifty minutes later, they were eatin each other\n  I got these bitches so much into themselves they forgot about me\n  And I'm sittin here, butt-motherfuckin-naked G\n  But after time went by, yo\n  You know a nigga like me, had to get down for mines\n  And I shoulda won a fuckin medal\n  For takin both of these bitches, to the other level\n\n  Bushwick Bill, the other level, part one\n  Listen and learn, and you'll be aight\n  Geto Boys outta here, 1991\n  Year two thousand and forever\n"},{"id":22539836,"name":"The Other Level","trackName":"The Other Level","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"We Can't Be Stopped","duration":363.605833,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Bushwick Bill]\nAnd fuckin two of the finest bitches around G;\nIt used to be fun, but now it's gettin borin to me\nConstantly fuckin, fuckin, fuckin, fuckin\nRidin my dick like a horse, buckin, buckin\nNow I'm gettin that enlightenment, in my life\nI'm missin that excitement\nThinkin about, how these two girls could excite me\nThen it hit me -- both of them liked me\nHuh, HAHA, yeah that's the lick\nListen and learn, while I kick some more serious shit\n\n.\n\nDiggin deep into my mind, you understand\nI came up with a dope-ass master plan\nThinkin while I sip on a 40\nI got it! I'ma throw myself a private party\nI called up one, and said, \"Whassup?\nWhat's goin on?\" She said, \"Nuthin much\"\nI said, \"Hey, I got a very close friend, who wants to meet cha\nShe thinks you're pretty, and from what I told her, she too\"\nShe thought about it and said, \"Cool, it's on\"\nPick me up at eight -- then I hung up the phone\nI called up the other, dropped a little know-how\nKicked it to her smoooooth, that other level style\nThen I dropped the second step of my plan\nAsked her had she ever been with two men, or a woman and man?\n(\"Say what?\") It's just a question, I'm not out to diss you\nShe said, \"Yeah baby it's cool, but yo, I'm heterosexual\"\nShe was frontin man, trust me\nCause she's the type of hoe who like to taste her own pussy\nWhen we're fuckin she takes the dick out, licks it all over\nThen she puts it in her mouth\nNow after doin that type of shit\nShe could be talkin the other things REAL quick\nI said, \"I got another friend, I wanna party with\nAnd we can all get into the hot tub and have a little bit of fun\nYou know baby? Hahaha!\nConsider this a test and if you pass you'll be my number one\"\nShe said, \"Okay it's a date\nI gotta make a few runs, so pick me up at eight\"\n\"Huh, better make it eight thirty! Give me some time to wash up,\nAnd take a bath because I'm kinda dirty\"\nBefore she hung up the phone, I said, \"Wait!\nIf you wasn't special to me, I wouldn'ta invited you on the date\"\nShe said, \"Yeah, I know - I love you see you later\"\nThings are gettin good but in the end they'll be much greater\n\n.\n\nPick em up, then I make em feel comfortable\nCrackin jokes, as if I was Cliff Huxtable\nGet into the crib, things are hype\nFix em a couple of drinks, to get their heads right\nBut not too much cause I don't wanna make em woozy\nThirty minutes later, let's jump into the jacuzzi\nOne said, \"I didn't even bring a swimsuit\"\nThe other said, \"Don't worry about it - ain't nobody gonna bite you;\nCause I don't have one either.\"\nThe shit was gettin dope! I had to take a breather\nStep into the water and it's showtime\nI'm a nigga -- so I GOTS to go for mine\nBut the key's to have patience\nBut with two of the finest girls in the world, who wouldn't be anxious?\nBut I kept my cool, grinnin like a devil\nKnow I'm bout to put these two bitches on that other level\nHayeah yeah yeah, I'm just your typical horny little devil\n\n.\n\nI make them both suck on my chest like Mr. Slick\nThen I took one's head, and pushed it down to the dick\nNow I got one on the dick, one on the nipples\nSqueezin on they asses, the shit is so simple!\nThen another smooth move real quick\nI pushed the other bitch's head down to the dick\nNow they're suckin on my dick like a lollipop\nIn and out of each other's mouth, when will they ever stop?\nOooh! Suckin on my pole; and while they suckin on my pole\nI'm runnin my fingers through their pussyholes\nThen back up to the chest again - YES!\nEverything is cool, cause I'm the best my friend\nNow they're lickin on my chest, my nipples rather die\nJimmy pushed both of their heads together\nNow they kissin one another - oooh!\nFifty minutes later, they were eatin each other\nI got these bitches so much into themselves they forgot about me\nAnd I'm sittin here, butt-motherfuckin-naked G\nBut after time went by, yo\nYou know a nigga like me, had to get down for mines\nAnd I shoulda won a fuckin medal\nFor takin both of these bitches, to the other level\n\nBushwick Bill, the other level, part one\nListen and learn, and you'll be aight\nGeto Boys outta here, 1991\nYear two thousand and forever","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Other Level\n  artist: Geto Boys\n  album: We Can't Be Stopped\n  duration_ms: 363606\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Bushwick Bill]\n  And fuckin two of the finest bitches around G;\n  It used to be fun, but now it's gettin borin to me\n  Constantly fuckin, fuckin, fuckin, fuckin\n  Ridin my dick like a horse, buckin, buckin\n  Now I'm gettin that enlightenment, in my life\n  I'm missin that excitement\n  Thinkin about, how these two girls could excite me\n  Then it hit me -- both of them liked me\n  Huh, HAHA, yeah that's the lick\n  Listen and learn, while I kick some more serious shit\n\n  .\n\n  Diggin deep into my mind, you understand\n  I came up with a dope-ass master plan\n  Thinkin while I sip on a 40\n  I got it! I'ma throw myself a private party\n  I called up one, and said, \"Whassup?\n  What's goin on?\" She said, \"Nuthin much\"\n  I said, \"Hey, I got a very close friend, who wants to meet cha\n  She thinks you're pretty, and from what I told her, she too\"\n  She thought about it and said, \"Cool, it's on\"\n  Pick me up at eight -- then I hung up the phone\n  I called up the other, dropped a little know-how\n  Kicked it to her smoooooth, that other level style\n  Then I dropped the second step of my plan\n  Asked her had she ever been with two men, or a woman and man?\n  (\"Say what?\") It's just a question, I'm not out to diss you\n  She said, \"Yeah baby it's cool, but yo, I'm heterosexual\"\n  She was frontin man, trust me\n  Cause she's the type of hoe who like to taste her own pussy\n  When we're fuckin she takes the dick out, licks it all over\n  Then she puts it in her mouth\n  Now after doin that type of shit\n  She could be talkin the other things REAL quick\n  I said, \"I got another friend, I wanna party with\n  And we can all get into the hot tub and have a little bit of fun\n  You know baby? Hahaha!\n  Consider this a test and if you pass you'll be my number one\"\n  She said, \"Okay it's a date\n  I gotta make a few runs, so pick me up at eight\"\n  \"Huh, better make it eight thirty! Give me some time to wash up,\n  And take a bath because I'm kinda dirty\"\n  Before she hung up the phone, I said, \"Wait!\n  If you wasn't special to me, I wouldn'ta invited you on the date\"\n  She said, \"Yeah, I know - I love you see you later\"\n  Things are gettin good but in the end they'll be much greater\n\n  .\n\n  Pick em up, then I make em feel comfortable\n  Crackin jokes, as if I was Cliff Huxtable\n  Get into the crib, things are hype\n  Fix em a couple of drinks, to get their heads right\n  But not too much cause I don't wanna make em woozy\n  Thirty minutes later, let's jump into the jacuzzi\n  One said, \"I didn't even bring a swimsuit\"\n  The other said, \"Don't worry about it - ain't nobody gonna bite you;\n  Cause I don't have one either.\"\n  The shit was gettin dope! I had to take a breather\n  Step into the water and it's showtime\n  I'm a nigga -- so I GOTS to go for mine\n  But the key's to have patience\n  But with two of the finest girls in the world, who wouldn't be anxious?\n  But I kept my cool, grinnin like a devil\n  Know I'm bout to put these two bitches on that other level\n  Hayeah yeah yeah, I'm just your typical horny little devil\n\n  .\n\n  I make them both suck on my chest like Mr. Slick\n  Then I took one's head, and pushed it down to the dick\n  Now I got one on the dick, one on the nipples\n  Squeezin on they asses, the shit is so simple!\n  Then another smooth move real quick\n  I pushed the other bitch's head down to the dick\n  Now they're suckin on my dick like a lollipop\n  In and out of each other's mouth, when will they ever stop?\n  Oooh! Suckin on my pole; and while they suckin on my pole\n  I'm runnin my fingers through their pussyholes\n  Then back up to the chest again - YES!\n  Everything is cool, cause I'm the best my friend\n  Now they're lickin on my chest, my nipples rather die\n  Jimmy pushed both of their heads together\n  Now they kissin one another - oooh!\n  Fifty minutes later, they were eatin each other\n  I got these bitches so much into themselves they forgot about me\n  And I'm sittin here, butt-motherfuckin-naked G\n  But after time went by, yo\n  You know a nigga like me, had to get down for mines\n  And I shoulda won a fuckin medal\n  For takin both of these bitches, to the other level\n\n  Bushwick Bill, the other level, part one\n  Listen and learn, and you'll be aight\n  Geto Boys outta here, 1991\n  Year two thousand and forever\n"},{"id":29186954,"name":"The Other Level","trackName":"The Other Level","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"We Can’t Be Stopped","duration":337.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Bushwick Bill]\nAnd fuckin two of the finest bitches around G;\nIt used to be fun, but now it's gettin borin to me\nConstantly fuckin, fuckin, fuckin, fuckin\nRidin my dick like a horse, buckin, buckin\nNow I'm gettin that enlightenment, in my life\nI'm missin that excitement\nThinkin about, how these two girls could excite me\nThen it hit me -- both of them liked me\nHuh, HAHA, yeah that's the lick\nListen and learn, while I kick some more serious shit\n\n.\n\nDiggin deep into my mind, you understand\nI came up with a dope-ass master plan\nThinkin while I sip on a 40\nI got it! I'ma throw myself a private party\nI called up one, and said, \"Whassup?\nWhat's goin on?\" She said, \"Nuthin much\"\nI said, \"Hey, I got a very close friend, who wants to meet cha\nShe thinks you're pretty, and from what I told her, she too\"\nShe thought about it and said, \"Cool, it's on\"\nPick me up at eight -- then I hung up the phone\nI called up the other, dropped a little know-how\nKicked it to her smoooooth, that other level style\nThen I dropped the second step of my plan\nAsked her had she ever been with two men, or a woman and man?\n(\"Say what?\") It's just a question, I'm not out to diss you\nShe said, \"Yeah baby it's cool, but yo, I'm heterosexual\"\nShe was frontin man, trust me\nCause she's the type of hoe who like to taste her own pussy\nWhen we're fuckin she takes the dick out, licks it all over\nThen she puts it in her mouth\nNow after doin that type of shit\nShe could be talkin the other things REAL quick\nI said, \"I got another friend, I wanna party with\nAnd we can all get into the hot tub and have a little bit of fun\nYou know baby? Hahaha!\nConsider this a test and if you pass you'll be my number one\"\nShe said, \"Okay it's a date\nI gotta make a few runs, so pick me up at eight\"\n\"Huh, better make it eight thirty! Give me some time to wash up,\nAnd take a bath because I'm kinda dirty\"\nBefore she hung up the phone, I said, \"Wait!\nIf you wasn't special to me, I wouldn'ta invited you on the date\"\nShe said, \"Yeah, I know - I love you see you later\"\nThings are gettin good but in the end they'll be much greater\n\n.\n\nPick em up, then I make em feel comfortable\nCrackin jokes, as if I was Cliff Huxtable\nGet into the crib, things are hype\nFix em a couple of drinks, to get their heads right\nBut not too much cause I don't wanna make em woozy\nThirty minutes later, let's jump into the jacuzzi\nOne said, \"I didn't even bring a swimsuit\"\nThe other said, \"Don't worry about it - ain't nobody gonna bite you;\nCause I don't have one either.\"\nThe shit was gettin dope! I had to take a breather\nStep into the water and it's showtime\nI'm a nigga -- so I GOTS to go for mine\nBut the key's to have patience\nBut with two of the finest girls in the world, who wouldn't be anxious?\nBut I kept my cool, grinnin like a devil\nKnow I'm bout to put these two bitches on that other level\nHayeah yeah yeah, I'm just your typical horny little devil\n\n.\n\nI make them both suck on my chest like Mr. Slick\nThen I took one's head, and pushed it down to the dick\nNow I got one on the dick, one on the nipples\nSqueezin on they asses, the shit is so simple!\nThen another smooth move real quick\nI pushed the other bitch's head down to the dick\nNow they're suckin on my dick like a lollipop\nIn and out of each other's mouth, when will they ever stop?\nOooh! Suckin on my pole; and while they suckin on my pole\nI'm runnin my fingers through their pussyholes\nThen back up to the chest again - YES!\nEverything is cool, cause I'm the best my friend\nNow they're lickin on my chest, my nipples rather die\nJimmy pushed both of their heads together\nNow they kissin one another - oooh!\nFifty minutes later, they were eatin each other\nI got these bitches so much into themselves they forgot about me\nAnd I'm sittin here, butt-motherfuckin-naked G\nBut after time went by, yo\nYou know a nigga like me, had to get down for mines\nAnd I shoulda won a fuckin medal\nFor takin both of these bitches, to the other level\n\nBushwick Bill, the other level, part one\nListen and learn, and you'll be aight\nGeto Boys outta here, 1991\nYear two thousand and forever","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Other Level\n  artist: Geto Boys\n  album: We Can’t Be Stopped\n  duration_ms: 337000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Bushwick Bill]\n  And fuckin two of the finest bitches around G;\n  It used to be fun, but now it's gettin borin to me\n  Constantly fuckin, fuckin, fuckin, fuckin\n  Ridin my dick like a horse, buckin, buckin\n  Now I'm gettin that enlightenment, in my life\n  I'm missin that excitement\n  Thinkin about, how these two girls could excite me\n  Then it hit me -- both of them liked me\n  Huh, HAHA, yeah that's the lick\n  Listen and learn, while I kick some more serious shit\n\n  .\n\n  Diggin deep into my mind, you understand\n  I came up with a dope-ass master plan\n  Thinkin while I sip on a 40\n  I got it! I'ma throw myself a private party\n  I called up one, and said, \"Whassup?\n  What's goin on?\" She said, \"Nuthin much\"\n  I said, \"Hey, I got a very close friend, who wants to meet cha\n  She thinks you're pretty, and from what I told her, she too\"\n  She thought about it and said, \"Cool, it's on\"\n  Pick me up at eight -- then I hung up the phone\n  I called up the other, dropped a little know-how\n  Kicked it to her smoooooth, that other level style\n  Then I dropped the second step of my plan\n  Asked her had she ever been with two men, or a woman and man?\n  (\"Say what?\") It's just a question, I'm not out to diss you\n  She said, \"Yeah baby it's cool, but yo, I'm heterosexual\"\n  She was frontin man, trust me\n  Cause she's the type of hoe who like to taste her own pussy\n  When we're fuckin she takes the dick out, licks it all over\n  Then she puts it in her mouth\n  Now after doin that type of shit\n  She could be talkin the other things REAL quick\n  I said, \"I got another friend, I wanna party with\n  And we can all get into the hot tub and have a little bit of fun\n  You know baby? Hahaha!\n  Consider this a test and if you pass you'll be my number one\"\n  She said, \"Okay it's a date\n  I gotta make a few runs, so pick me up at eight\"\n  \"Huh, better make it eight thirty! Give me some time to wash up,\n  And take a bath because I'm kinda dirty\"\n  Before she hung up the phone, I said, \"Wait!\n  If you wasn't special to me, I wouldn'ta invited you on the date\"\n  She said, \"Yeah, I know - I love you see you later\"\n  Things are gettin good but in the end they'll be much greater\n\n  .\n\n  Pick em up, then I make em feel comfortable\n  Crackin jokes, as if I was Cliff Huxtable\n  Get into the crib, things are hype\n  Fix em a couple of drinks, to get their heads right\n  But not too much cause I don't wanna make em woozy\n  Thirty minutes later, let's jump into the jacuzzi\n  One said, \"I didn't even bring a swimsuit\"\n  The other said, \"Don't worry about it - ain't nobody gonna bite you;\n  Cause I don't have one either.\"\n  The shit was gettin dope! I had to take a breather\n  Step into the water and it's showtime\n  I'm a nigga -- so I GOTS to go for mine\n  But the key's to have patience\n  But with two of the finest girls in the world, who wouldn't be anxious?\n  But I kept my cool, grinnin like a devil\n  Know I'm bout to put these two bitches on that other level\n  Hayeah yeah yeah, I'm just your typical horny little devil\n\n  .\n\n  I make them both suck on my chest like Mr. Slick\n  Then I took one's head, and pushed it down to the dick\n  Now I got one on the dick, one on the nipples\n  Squeezin on they asses, the shit is so simple!\n  Then another smooth move real quick\n  I pushed the other bitch's head down to the dick\n  Now they're suckin on my dick like a lollipop\n  In and out of each other's mouth, when will they ever stop?\n  Oooh! Suckin on my pole; and while they suckin on my pole\n  I'm runnin my fingers through their pussyholes\n  Then back up to the chest again - YES!\n  Everything is cool, cause I'm the best my friend\n  Now they're lickin on my chest, my nipples rather die\n  Jimmy pushed both of their heads together\n  Now they kissin one another - oooh!\n  Fifty minutes later, they were eatin each other\n  I got these bitches so much into themselves they forgot about me\n  And I'm sittin here, butt-motherfuckin-naked G\n  But after time went by, yo\n  You know a nigga like me, had to get down for mines\n  And I shoulda won a fuckin medal\n  For takin both of these bitches, to the other level\n\n  Bushwick Bill, the other level, part one\n  Listen and learn, and you'll be aight\n  Geto Boys outta here, 1991\n  Year two thousand and forever\n"},{"id":12618589,"name":"13 - The Other Level","trackName":"13 - The Other Level","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"We Can't Be Stopped","duration":361.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Bushwick Bill]\nAnd fuckin two of the finest bitches around G;\nit used to be fun, but now it's gettin borin to me\nConstantly fuckin, fuckin, fuckin, fuckin\nRidin my dick like a horse, buckin, buckin\nNow I'm gettin that enlightenment, in my life\nI'm missin that excitement\nThinkin about, how these two girls could excite me\nThen it hit me -- both of them liked me\nHuh, HAHA, yeah that's the lick\nListen and learn, while I kick some more serious shit\n\n.\n\nDiggin deep into my mind, you understand\nI came up with a dope-ass master plan\nThinkin while I sip on a 40\nI got it! I'ma throw myself a private party\nI called up one, and said, \"Whassup?\nWhat's goin on?\" She said, \"Nuthin much\"\nI said, \"Hey, I got a very close friend, who wants to meet cha\nShe thinks you're pretty, and from what I told her, she too\"\nShe thought about it and said, \"Cool, it's on\"\nPick me up at eight -- then I hung up the phone\nI called up the other, dropped a little know-how\nKicked it to her smoooooth, that other level style\nThen I dropped the second step of my plan\nAsked her had she ever been with two men, or a woman and man?\n(\"Say what?\") It's just a question, I'm not out to diss you\nShe said, \"Yeah baby it's cool, but yo, I'm heterosexual\"\nShe was frontin man, trust me\nCause she's the type of hoe who like to taste her own pussy\nWhen we're fuckin she takes the dick out, licks it all over\nthen she puts it in her mouth\nNow after doin that type of shit\nShe could be talkin the other things REAL quick\nI said, \"I got another friend, I wanna party with\nand we can all get into the hot tub and have a little bit of fun\nYou know baby? Hahaha!\nConsider this a test and if you pass you'll be my number one\"\nShe said, \"Okay it's a date\nI gotta make a few runs, so pick me up at eight\"\n\"Huh, better make it eight thirty! Give me some time to wash up,\nand take a bath because I'm kinda dirty\"\nBefore she hung up the phone, I said, \"Wait!\nIf you wasn't special to me, I wouldn'ta invited you on the date\"\nShe said, \"Yeah, I know - I love you see you later\"\nThings are gettin good but in the end they'll be much greater\n\n.\n\nPick em up, then I make em feel comfortable\nCrackin jokes, as if I was Cliff Huxtable\nGet into the crib, things are hype\nFix em a couple of drinks, to get their heads right\nbut not too much cause I don't wanna make em woozy\nThirty minutes later, let's jump into the jacuzzi\nOne said, \"I didn't even bring a swimsuit\"\nThe other said, \"Don't worry about it - ain't nobody gonna bite you;\ncause I don't have one either.\"\nThe shit was gettin dope! I had to take a breather\nStep into the water and it's showtime\nI'm a nigga -- so I GOTS to go for mine\nBut the key's to have patience\nBut with two of the finest girls in the world, who wouldn't be anxious?\nBut I kept my cool, grinnin like a devil\nKnow I'm bout to put these two bitches on that other level\nHayeah yeah yeah, I'm just your typical horny little devil\n\n.\n\nI make them both suck on my chest like Mr. Slick\nThen I took one's head, and pushed it down to the dick\nNow I got one on the dick, one on the nipples\nSqueezin on they asses, the shit is so simple!\nThen another smooth move real quick\nI pushed the other bitch's head down to the dick\nNow they're suckin on my dick like a lollipop\nIn and out of each other's mouth, when will they ever stop?\nOooh! Suckin on my pole; and while they suckin on my pole\nI'm runnin my fingers through their pussyholes\nThen back up to the chest again - YES!\nEverything is cool, cause I'm the best my friend\nNow they're lickin on my chest, my nipples rather die\nJimmy pushed both of their heads together\nNow they kissin one another - oooh!\nFifty minutes later, they were eatin each other\nI got these bitches so much into themselves they forgot about me\nAnd I'm sittin here, butt-motherfuckin-naked G\nBut after time went by, yo\nYou know a nigga like me, had to get down for mines\nAnd I shoulda won a fuckin medal\nFor takin both of these bitches, to the other level\n\nBushwick Bill, the other level, part one\nListen and learn, and you'll be aight\nGeto Boys outta here, 1991\nYear two thousand and forever","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 13 - The Other Level\n  artist: Geto Boys\n  album: We Can't Be Stopped\n  duration_ms: 361000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Bushwick Bill]\n  And fuckin two of the finest bitches around G;\n  it used to be fun, but now it's gettin borin to me\n  Constantly fuckin, fuckin, fuckin, fuckin\n  Ridin my dick like a horse, buckin, buckin\n  Now I'm gettin that enlightenment, in my life\n  I'm missin that excitement\n  Thinkin about, how these two girls could excite me\n  Then it hit me -- both of them liked me\n  Huh, HAHA, yeah that's the lick\n  Listen and learn, while I kick some more serious shit\n\n  .\n\n  Diggin deep into my mind, you understand\n  I came up with a dope-ass master plan\n  Thinkin while I sip on a 40\n  I got it! I'ma throw myself a private party\n  I called up one, and said, \"Whassup?\n  What's goin on?\" She said, \"Nuthin much\"\n  I said, \"Hey, I got a very close friend, who wants to meet cha\n  She thinks you're pretty, and from what I told her, she too\"\n  She thought about it and said, \"Cool, it's on\"\n  Pick me up at eight -- then I hung up the phone\n  I called up the other, dropped a little know-how\n  Kicked it to her smoooooth, that other level style\n  Then I dropped the second step of my plan\n  Asked her had she ever been with two men, or a woman and man?\n  (\"Say what?\") It's just a question, I'm not out to diss you\n  She said, \"Yeah baby it's cool, but yo, I'm heterosexual\"\n  She was frontin man, trust me\n  Cause she's the type of hoe who like to taste her own pussy\n  When we're fuckin she takes the dick out, licks it all over\n  then she puts it in her mouth\n  Now after doin that type of shit\n  She could be talkin the other things REAL quick\n  I said, \"I got another friend, I wanna party with\n  and we can all get into the hot tub and have a little bit of fun\n  You know baby? Hahaha!\n  Consider this a test and if you pass you'll be my number one\"\n  She said, \"Okay it's a date\n  I gotta make a few runs, so pick me up at eight\"\n  \"Huh, better make it eight thirty! Give me some time to wash up,\n  and take a bath because I'm kinda dirty\"\n  Before she hung up the phone, I said, \"Wait!\n  If you wasn't special to me, I wouldn'ta invited you on the date\"\n  She said, \"Yeah, I know - I love you see you later\"\n  Things are gettin good but in the end they'll be much greater\n\n  .\n\n  Pick em up, then I make em feel comfortable\n  Crackin jokes, as if I was Cliff Huxtable\n  Get into the crib, things are hype\n  Fix em a couple of drinks, to get their heads right\n  but not too much cause I don't wanna make em woozy\n  Thirty minutes later, let's jump into the jacuzzi\n  One said, \"I didn't even bring a swimsuit\"\n  The other said, \"Don't worry about it - ain't nobody gonna bite you;\n  cause I don't have one either.\"\n  The shit was gettin dope! I had to take a breather\n  Step into the water and it's showtime\n  I'm a nigga -- so I GOTS to go for mine\n  But the key's to have patience\n  But with two of the finest girls in the world, who wouldn't be anxious?\n  But I kept my cool, grinnin like a devil\n  Know I'm bout to put these two bitches on that other level\n  Hayeah yeah yeah, I'm just your typical horny little devil\n\n  .\n\n  I make them both suck on my chest like Mr. Slick\n  Then I took one's head, and pushed it down to the dick\n  Now I got one on the dick, one on the nipples\n  Squeezin on they asses, the shit is so simple!\n  Then another smooth move real quick\n  I pushed the other bitch's head down to the dick\n  Now they're suckin on my dick like a lollipop\n  In and out of each other's mouth, when will they ever stop?\n  Oooh! Suckin on my pole; and while they suckin on my pole\n  I'm runnin my fingers through their pussyholes\n  Then back up to the chest again - YES!\n  Everything is cool, cause I'm the best my friend\n  Now they're lickin on my chest, my nipples rather die\n  Jimmy pushed both of their heads together\n  Now they kissin one another - oooh!\n  Fifty minutes later, they were eatin each other\n  I got these bitches so much into themselves they forgot about me\n  And I'm sittin here, butt-motherfuckin-naked G\n  But after time went by, yo\n  You know a nigga like me, had to get down for mines\n  And I shoulda won a fuckin medal\n  For takin both of these bitches, to the other level\n\n  Bushwick Bill, the other level, part one\n  Listen and learn, and you'll be aight\n  Geto Boys outta here, 1991\n  Year two thousand and forever\n"},{"id":37215416,"name":"Life_In_The_Fast_Lane","trackName":"Life_In_The_Fast_Lane","artistName":"Geto_Boys","albumName":"Grip_It_On_The_Other_Level","duration":197.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Scarface:]\nLife in the fast lane, no time for the slow\nSome people slang 'caine, thinkin the money'll flow\nBut brothers gangbang, robbin people for dough\nGet out the chain gang, or your freedom'll go\nStand on the sidewalks, with a fistful of crack\nWatchin the guys talk, your boys watch your back\nThis game is dangerous, you're livin in fear\nYou pack a 9 for insurance to give the geekers a scare\nHe needs a 20, sell him a 10 and a half\nAnd he'll be fiendin and dreamin you'll take his 20 and laugh\nContinue slangin, makin all you can make\nYou hear a [sirens] that's the law gotta break\nHop in the Beemer, and roll up the glass\nYou put your car in reverse to make your getaway fast\nNow they're suspicious - how could he be clean?\nHe packs a beeper, drives a Beemer, and he's only 19\nYo let's harass him, to see what he's got\nWhat started off as a game ended the lives of 2 cops\nLife in the fast lane\n\nAnother hot spot, you screech to a halt\nYo look what I've got, then reach for the wall\nThey find the product, and the cops'll say OHHHHHHH~!\nThey'll put your butt in the bump\nRoll to the station, yo captain whassup?\nI caught this brother on the cut, we gotta lock this boy up\nStraight to the jail cell, no 9 or a clip\nAnd the ones you triple-crossed'll want revenge so get hip\nOut in an hour, on your way to the pad\nA copper starts to trail you, now you're sweatin bad\nTurn on his flashers, you stop Tommy Tucker\nHe stuck his head in the window so you shot him like a sucker\nFell to the pavement, blood pourin on the cement\nThere's witnesses standin by and you knew that he seen it\nBack on the run again, and the boys on your block\nWas blabbin all to the cops about the people you shot\nDid you get nervous, well why continue your route?\nWhen you know that normal folks don't chill with blood on their suits\nTook off his jacket, flung to the back\nGrabbin a pull from the pack, I gotta break I get back\nRight to his rock spot, before the brother got shot\nHe tried to sell 2 ki's to Tony that was filled full of sheet rock\nBumped off~! They ain't let him slide\nNow his family's tryin to figure out the reason he died\n... But that's the name of the game\nWay he died was a shame, pushin 'caine\n... Life in the fast lane\n\nI remember fast times, sellin dope was my pasttime\nLife in the fast lane, while countin cash I'd\nSit back and wonder, what would become of me\nThe fiends would see the Beemer comin, and then they'd run to me\nStep out the vehicle, yo what you need Joe?\nI need a 20 and a nickel bag of weed bro\nMake the sale then I'd bail out\nNow it's time to get the hell out\nEvery day was the same thing, dopefiends named me\nBig Crack Ak cause I sold 'caine mainly\nOut of the big I had the biggest\nRocks on the block, so check it out yo money dig this\nIt was the purest in the rock form, the only way I sell it\nNo cuts, uh-uh, no B-12 to swell it\nI got lucky made it out of the game\n... Life in the fast lane","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Life_In_The_Fast_Lane\n  artist: Geto_Boys\n  album: Grip_It_On_The_Other_Level\n  duration_ms: 197000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Scarface:]\n  Life in the fast lane, no time for the slow\n  Some people slang 'caine, thinkin the money'll flow\n  But brothers gangbang, robbin people for dough\n  Get out the chain gang, or your freedom'll go\n  Stand on the sidewalks, with a fistful of crack\n  Watchin the guys talk, your boys watch your back\n  This game is dangerous, you're livin in fear\n  You pack a 9 for insurance to give the geekers a scare\n  He needs a 20, sell him a 10 and a half\n  And he'll be fiendin and dreamin you'll take his 20 and laugh\n  Continue slangin, makin all you can make\n  You hear a [sirens] that's the law gotta break\n  Hop in the Beemer, and roll up the glass\n  You put your car in reverse to make your getaway fast\n  Now they're suspicious - how could he be clean?\n  He packs a beeper, drives a Beemer, and he's only 19\n  Yo let's harass him, to see what he's got\n  What started off as a game ended the lives of 2 cops\n  Life in the fast lane\n\n  Another hot spot, you screech to a halt\n  Yo look what I've got, then reach for the wall\n  They find the product, and the cops'll say OHHHHHHH~!\n  They'll put your butt in the bump\n  Roll to the station, yo captain whassup?\n  I caught this brother on the cut, we gotta lock this boy up\n  Straight to the jail cell, no 9 or a clip\n  And the ones you triple-crossed'll want revenge so get hip\n  Out in an hour, on your way to the pad\n  A copper starts to trail you, now you're sweatin bad\n  Turn on his flashers, you stop Tommy Tucker\n  He stuck his head in the window so you shot him like a sucker\n  Fell to the pavement, blood pourin on the cement\n  There's witnesses standin by and you knew that he seen it\n  Back on the run again, and the boys on your block\n  Was blabbin all to the cops about the people you shot\n  Did you get nervous, well why continue your route?\n  When you know that normal folks don't chill with blood on their suits\n  Took off his jacket, flung to the back\n  Grabbin a pull from the pack, I gotta break I get back\n  Right to his rock spot, before the brother got shot\n  He tried to sell 2 ki's to Tony that was filled full of sheet rock\n  Bumped off~! They ain't let him slide\n  Now his family's tryin to figure out the reason he died\n  ... But that's the name of the game\n  Way he died was a shame, pushin 'caine\n  ... Life in the fast lane\n\n  I remember fast times, sellin dope was my pasttime\n  Life in the fast lane, while countin cash I'd\n  Sit back and wonder, what would become of me\n  The fiends would see the Beemer comin, and then they'd run to me\n  Step out the vehicle, yo what you need Joe?\n  I need a 20 and a nickel bag of weed bro\n  Make the sale then I'd bail out\n  Now it's time to get the hell out\n  Every day was the same thing, dopefiends named me\n  Big Crack Ak cause I sold 'caine mainly\n  Out of the big I had the biggest\n  Rocks on the block, so check it out yo money dig this\n  It was the purest in the rock form, the only way I sell it\n  No cuts, uh-uh, no B-12 to swell it\n  I got lucky made it out of the game\n  ... Life in the fast lane\n"},{"id":2191938,"name":"Life in the Fast Lane","trackName":"Life in the Fast Lane","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"Grip It on That Other Level","duration":195.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Scarface:]\nLife in the fast lane, no time for the slow\nSome people slang 'caine, thinkin the money'll flow\nBut brothers gangbang, robbin people for dough\nGet out the chain gang, or your freedom'll go\nStand on the sidewalks, with a fistful of crack\nWatchin the guys talk, your boys watch your back\nThis game is dangerous, you're livin in fear\nYou pack a 9 for insurance to give the geekers a scare\nHe needs a 20, sell him a 10 and a half\nAnd he'll be fiendin and dreamin you'll take his 20 and laugh\nContinue slangin, makin all you can make\nYou hear a [sirens] that's the law gotta break\nHop in the Beemer, and roll up the glass\nYou put your car in reverse to make your getaway fast\nNow they're suspicious - how could he be clean?\nHe packs a beeper, drives a Beemer, and he's only 19\nYo let's harass him, to see what he's got\nWhat started off as a game ended the lives of 2 cops\nLife in the fast lane\n\nAnother hot spot, you screech to a halt\nYo look what I've got, then reach for the wall\nThey find the product, and the cops'll say OHHHHHHH~!\nThey'll put your butt in the bump\nRoll to the station, yo captain whassup?\nI caught this brother on the cut, we gotta lock this boy up\nStraight to the jail cell, no 9 or a clip\nAnd the ones you triple-crossed'll want revenge so get hip\nOut in an hour, on your way to the pad\nA copper starts to trail you, now you're sweatin bad\nTurn on his flashers, you stop Tommy Tucker\nHe stuck his head in the window so you shot him like a sucker\nFell to the pavement, blood pourin on the cement\nThere's witnesses standin by and you knew that he seen it\nBack on the run again, and the boys on your block\nWas blabbin all to the cops about the people you shot\nDid you get nervous, well why continue your route?\nWhen you know that normal folks don't chill with blood on their suits\nTook off his jacket, flung to the back\nGrabbin a pull from the pack, I gotta break I get back\nRight to his rock spot, before the brother got shot\nHe tried to sell 2 ki's to Tony that was filled full of sheet rock\nBumped off~! They ain't let him slide\nNow his family's tryin to figure out the reason he died\n... But that's the name of the game\nWay he died was a shame, pushin 'caine\n... Life in the fast lane\n\nI remember fast times, sellin dope was my pasttime\nLife in the fast lane, while countin cash I'd\nSit back and wonder, what would become of me\nThe fiends would see the Beemer comin, and then they'd run to me\nStep out the vehicle, yo what you need Joe?\nI need a 20 and a nickel bag of weed bro\nMake the sale then I'd bail out\nNow it's time to get the hell out\nEvery day was the same thing, dopefiends named me\nBig Crack Ak cause I sold 'caine mainly\nOut of the big I had the biggest\nRocks on the block, so check it out yo money dig this\nIt was the purest in the rock form, the only way I sell it\nNo cuts, uh-uh, no B-12 to swell it\nI got lucky made it out of the game\n... Life in the fast lane","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Life in the Fast Lane\n  artist: Geto Boys\n  album: Grip It on That Other Level\n  duration_ms: 195000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Scarface:]\n  Life in the fast lane, no time for the slow\n  Some people slang 'caine, thinkin the money'll flow\n  But brothers gangbang, robbin people for dough\n  Get out the chain gang, or your freedom'll go\n  Stand on the sidewalks, with a fistful of crack\n  Watchin the guys talk, your boys watch your back\n  This game is dangerous, you're livin in fear\n  You pack a 9 for insurance to give the geekers a scare\n  He needs a 20, sell him a 10 and a half\n  And he'll be fiendin and dreamin you'll take his 20 and laugh\n  Continue slangin, makin all you can make\n  You hear a [sirens] that's the law gotta break\n  Hop in the Beemer, and roll up the glass\n  You put your car in reverse to make your getaway fast\n  Now they're suspicious - how could he be clean?\n  He packs a beeper, drives a Beemer, and he's only 19\n  Yo let's harass him, to see what he's got\n  What started off as a game ended the lives of 2 cops\n  Life in the fast lane\n\n  Another hot spot, you screech to a halt\n  Yo look what I've got, then reach for the wall\n  They find the product, and the cops'll say OHHHHHHH~!\n  They'll put your butt in the bump\n  Roll to the station, yo captain whassup?\n  I caught this brother on the cut, we gotta lock this boy up\n  Straight to the jail cell, no 9 or a clip\n  And the ones you triple-crossed'll want revenge so get hip\n  Out in an hour, on your way to the pad\n  A copper starts to trail you, now you're sweatin bad\n  Turn on his flashers, you stop Tommy Tucker\n  He stuck his head in the window so you shot him like a sucker\n  Fell to the pavement, blood pourin on the cement\n  There's witnesses standin by and you knew that he seen it\n  Back on the run again, and the boys on your block\n  Was blabbin all to the cops about the people you shot\n  Did you get nervous, well why continue your route?\n  When you know that normal folks don't chill with blood on their suits\n  Took off his jacket, flung to the back\n  Grabbin a pull from the pack, I gotta break I get back\n  Right to his rock spot, before the brother got shot\n  He tried to sell 2 ki's to Tony that was filled full of sheet rock\n  Bumped off~! They ain't let him slide\n  Now his family's tryin to figure out the reason he died\n  ... But that's the name of the game\n  Way he died was a shame, pushin 'caine\n  ... Life in the fast lane\n\n  I remember fast times, sellin dope was my pasttime\n  Life in the fast lane, while countin cash I'd\n  Sit back and wonder, what would become of me\n  The fiends would see the Beemer comin, and then they'd run to me\n  Step out the vehicle, yo what you need Joe?\n  I need a 20 and a nickel bag of weed bro\n  Make the sale then I'd bail out\n  Now it's time to get the hell out\n  Every day was the same thing, dopefiends named me\n  Big Crack Ak cause I sold 'caine mainly\n  Out of the big I had the biggest\n  Rocks on the block, so check it out yo money dig this\n  It was the purest in the rock form, the only way I sell it\n  No cuts, uh-uh, no B-12 to swell it\n  I got lucky made it out of the game\n  ... Life in the fast lane\n"},{"id":13706545,"name":"Life In The Fasat Lane","trackName":"Life In The Fasat Lane","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"Grip It On That Other Level","duration":195.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Scarface:]\nLife in the fast lane, no time for the slow\nSome people slang 'caine, thinkin the money'll flow\nBut brothers gangbang, robbin people for dough\nGet out the chain gang, or your freedom'll go\nStand on the sidewalks, with a fistful of crack\nWatchin the guys talk, your boys watch your back\nThis game is dangerous, you're livin in fear\nYou pack a 9 for insurance to give the geekers a scare\nHe needs a 20, sell him a 10 and a half\nAnd he'll be fiendin and dreamin you'll take his 20 and laugh\nContinue slangin, makin all you can make\nYou hear a [sirens] that's the law gotta break\nHop in the Beemer, and roll up the glass\nYou put your car in reverse to make your getaway fast\nNow they're suspicious - how could he be clean?\nHe packs a beeper, drives a Beemer, and he's only 19\nYo let's harass him, to see what he's got\nWhat started off as a game ended the lives of 2 cops\nLife in the fast lane\n\nAnother hot spot, you screech to a halt\nYo look what I've got, then reach for the wall\nThey find the product, and the cops'll say OHHHHHHH~!\nThey'll put your butt in the bump\nRoll to the station, yo captain whassup?\nI caught this brother on the cut, we gotta lock this boy up\nStraight to the jail cell, no 9 or a clip\nAnd the ones you triple-crossed'll want revenge so get hip\nOut in an hour, on your way to the pad\nA copper starts to trail you, now you're sweatin bad\nTurn on his flashers, you stop Tommy Tucker\nHe stuck his head in the window so you shot him like a sucker\nFell to the pavement, blood pourin on the cement\nThere's witnesses standin by and you knew that he seen it\nBack on the run again, and the boys on your block\nWas blabbin all to the cops about the people you shot\nDid you get nervous, well why continue your route?\nWhen you know that normal folks don't chill with blood on their suits\nTook off his jacket, flung to the back\nGrabbin a pull from the pack, I gotta break I get back\nRight to his rock spot, before the brother got shot\nHe tried to sell 2 ki's to Tony that was filled full of sheet rock\nBumped off~! They ain't let him slide\nNow his family's tryin to figure out the reason he died\n... But that's the name of the game\nWay he died was a shame, pushin 'caine\n... Life in the fast lane\n\nI remember fast times, sellin dope was my pasttime\nLife in the fast lane, while countin cash I'd\nSit back and wonder, what would become of me\nThe fiends would see the Beemer comin, and then they'd run to me\nStep out the vehicle, yo what you need Joe?\nI need a 20 and a nickel bag of weed bro\nMake the sale then I'd bail out\nNow it's time to get the hell out\nEvery day was the same thing, dopefiends named me\nBig Crack Ak cause I sold 'caine mainly\nOut of the big I had the biggest\nRocks on the block, so check it out yo money dig this\nIt was the purest in the rock form, the only way I sell it\nNo cuts, uh-uh, no B-12 to swell it\nI got lucky made it out of the game\n... Life in the fast lane","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Life In The Fasat Lane\n  artist: Geto Boys\n  album: Grip It On That Other Level\n  duration_ms: 195000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Scarface:]\n  Life in the fast lane, no time for the slow\n  Some people slang 'caine, thinkin the money'll flow\n  But brothers gangbang, robbin people for dough\n  Get out the chain gang, or your freedom'll go\n  Stand on the sidewalks, with a fistful of crack\n  Watchin the guys talk, your boys watch your back\n  This game is dangerous, you're livin in fear\n  You pack a 9 for insurance to give the geekers a scare\n  He needs a 20, sell him a 10 and a half\n  And he'll be fiendin and dreamin you'll take his 20 and laugh\n  Continue slangin, makin all you can make\n  You hear a [sirens] that's the law gotta break\n  Hop in the Beemer, and roll up the glass\n  You put your car in reverse to make your getaway fast\n  Now they're suspicious - how could he be clean?\n  He packs a beeper, drives a Beemer, and he's only 19\n  Yo let's harass him, to see what he's got\n  What started off as a game ended the lives of 2 cops\n  Life in the fast lane\n\n  Another hot spot, you screech to a halt\n  Yo look what I've got, then reach for the wall\n  They find the product, and the cops'll say OHHHHHHH~!\n  They'll put your butt in the bump\n  Roll to the station, yo captain whassup?\n  I caught this brother on the cut, we gotta lock this boy up\n  Straight to the jail cell, no 9 or a clip\n  And the ones you triple-crossed'll want revenge so get hip\n  Out in an hour, on your way to the pad\n  A copper starts to trail you, now you're sweatin bad\n  Turn on his flashers, you stop Tommy Tucker\n  He stuck his head in the window so you shot him like a sucker\n  Fell to the pavement, blood pourin on the cement\n  There's witnesses standin by and you knew that he seen it\n  Back on the run again, and the boys on your block\n  Was blabbin all to the cops about the people you shot\n  Did you get nervous, well why continue your route?\n  When you know that normal folks don't chill with blood on their suits\n  Took off his jacket, flung to the back\n  Grabbin a pull from the pack, I gotta break I get back\n  Right to his rock spot, before the brother got shot\n  He tried to sell 2 ki's to Tony that was filled full of sheet rock\n  Bumped off~! They ain't let him slide\n  Now his family's tryin to figure out the reason he died\n  ... But that's the name of the game\n  Way he died was a shame, pushin 'caine\n  ... Life in the fast lane\n\n  I remember fast times, sellin dope was my pasttime\n  Life in the fast lane, while countin cash I'd\n  Sit back and wonder, what would become of me\n  The fiends would see the Beemer comin, and then they'd run to me\n  Step out the vehicle, yo what you need Joe?\n  I need a 20 and a nickel bag of weed bro\n  Make the sale then I'd bail out\n  Now it's time to get the hell out\n  Every day was the same thing, dopefiends named me\n  Big Crack Ak cause I sold 'caine mainly\n  Out of the big I had the biggest\n  Rocks on the block, so check it out yo money dig this\n  It was the purest in the rock form, the only way I sell it\n  No cuts, uh-uh, no B-12 to swell it\n  I got lucky made it out of the game\n  ... Life in the fast lane\n"},{"id":33091712,"name":"Gangster_Of_Love","trackName":"Gangster_Of_Love","artistName":"Geto_Boys","albumName":"Grip_It_On_The_Other_Level","duration":342.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Gangster of love\nI've never been played by a ho!\nIf the bitch is acting stupid,\nShe's got to go!\nSome mutherfuckers [missadden']\nIf she fucks with me, I'ma kick her little monkey ass!\nSee you hoes got it wrong!\nThink that if some nigga says he loves you he ain't strong.\nBitch you take the shit the wrong way.\nAnd I can tell right now. it's gonna be a long day!\nI got to educate you brothas\nIf the bitch won't give up the play\nFuck her!\nMove along to the next trick.\nSee I'm the type a nigga that tell a ho\n\"suck dick!\"\nWhat if she's not suckin'\nThat's a waste of time\nConversation and my fuckin'\nI just put my fuckin pants on\nAnd tell the idiotic freak\nTo take her tramp ass home!\nCause I don't need a fuckin dumbie!\nI need a bitch to lick nuts\nUntil my dick is cummy\nAnd after that your wearin your gloves\nHa ha... just call me the gangster of love.\nI like bitches\nAll kind of bitches,\nTo take off my shirt\nAnd pull down my britches\nIf she's got big tities\nI squeeze 'em and hold'em\nWhile she suck my dick and lick my scrotum\nAnd if she got a friend I'll fuck her too\nTogether we can play a game of swi-cha-are you\nI ain't the type who gets all mushy\nI like to sit back\nAnd watch them eat each other's pussy!\nWeak people might say we're insane\nBut that's the other fuckin' level of the game\nI'll turn your sister out if she fucks with me\nYou want to know my identity? ? ?\nBitches look at me like I'm a faker\nKnowing goddamn well\nI'm a mutherfuckin heartbreaker!\nI'll have them crying for months\nCause I done fucked their best friends\nAnd put a whipping on their cunt\nThey have their mothers to call\nBut if fucked one mom\nYou done fucked them all\nAnd I really don't give a fuck\nCause if your mom offers me the pussy\nShe's stuck\nNow that's the type a nigga I am\nI'm always game to run a train\nGoddamn!\nSix different hoes a night\nI use lubricated rubbers\nTo make the pussy feel right\nBetter safe than be a vicitm\nIf you got a jimmy hat\nGo head and dick em\nI put the pussy in it's place\nAnd right before I nut\nI pull it out then to the face\nAnd tell the bitch to keep suckin\nAnd prepare herself for her first butt fuckin\nAnd when I'm done--straight to the tub\nJust call me the gangster of love.\nI'm a mutherfucker\nI put a bitch through a test.\nIf she don't pass, she don't get blessed!\nIf the test consist of\nFuckin my whole crew\nWell bitch, goddamnit that's what you gotta do.\nYou say you want to be down with willie-d\nBut yet you find it difficult to listen to me\nEverytime you fuck up and skip a class\nI'ma put my goddamn foot in your ass\nAnd if your father wants to buck up\nI'll beat the wrinkles out the old mutherfucker\nI treat a bitch like a queen,\nBut she's got to realize I'm the goddamn king\nSome jealous punk in town\nTold my girl I was fucking around and she's still down.\nTo do the same\nYou've got to have game\nYou want to know my name? ? ?\nSay be\nYou what's up dee\nAll the hoes mad 'cause we ain't paying for the pussy fighting over their asses\nAnd shit! yup that's that other level of the game again.\nDamn straight!\nWhile we on the subject of hoes, whatever happened to the hoe you used to fuck\nWith\nNamed cathy? ? ?\nOk cathy\nThat hoe was hot.\nThe first peace of pussy that I ever got!\nShe fucked me till I was coming\nPut my nuts in her mouth\nAnd started humming\nI said shit comense the checking\nShe started scratching my dill-bag\nAnd said hold up a second.\nTurned me over on my back gold.\nOpened up my butt cheecks\nAnd started licking out my asshole\nThat's why I guess that I'm the gangster\nAnd oh kathleen johnson sweetheart\nI'd like to thank you\nLittle hoes out there are getting stuck,\nBy niggas like me and we really don't give a fuck!\nBig-ass titties are the sexy switch\nWhatever you get, you deserved it bitch!\nSee ummm,\nI like to take'em fast.\nPretend I lovem\nAnd dog their motherfuckin ass.\nLike for instance ms. \"p\"\nThe bitch ran a game\nAnd tried to fuck over me\nBut I sensed it in the making\nTalking about she's pregnant\nFrom me or that jamaican? ? ?\nShe said me of course\nSo I drug her little ass\nLike a mutherfuckin horse.\nThat's what you get for tryna play me\nI'll kick the bitch\nRight dead in the ass\nIf she ever says we\nMade a kid when I make it\nI'll grab her vile her mutherfuckin' neck\nAnd try to break it!\nCause I knew I wore a fucking glove\nYou know who you fuckin with bitch? ? ?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Gangster_Of_Love\n  artist: Geto_Boys\n  album: Grip_It_On_The_Other_Level\n  duration_ms: 342000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Gangster of love\n  I've never been played by a ho!\n  If the bitch is acting stupid,\n  She's got to go!\n  Some mutherfuckers [missadden']\n  If she fucks with me, I'ma kick her little monkey ass!\n  See you hoes got it wrong!\n  Think that if some nigga says he loves you he ain't strong.\n  Bitch you take the shit the wrong way.\n  And I can tell right now. it's gonna be a long day!\n  I got to educate you brothas\n  If the bitch won't give up the play\n  Fuck her!\n  Move along to the next trick.\n  See I'm the type a nigga that tell a ho\n  \"suck dick!\"\n  What if she's not suckin'\n  That's a waste of time\n  Conversation and my fuckin'\n  I just put my fuckin pants on\n  And tell the idiotic freak\n  To take her tramp ass home!\n  Cause I don't need a fuckin dumbie!\n  I need a bitch to lick nuts\n  Until my dick is cummy\n  And after that your wearin your gloves\n  Ha ha... just call me the gangster of love.\n  I like bitches\n  All kind of bitches,\n  To take off my shirt\n  And pull down my britches\n  If she's got big tities\n  I squeeze 'em and hold'em\n  While she suck my dick and lick my scrotum\n  And if she got a friend I'll fuck her too\n  Together we can play a game of swi-cha-are you\n  I ain't the type who gets all mushy\n  I like to sit back\n  And watch them eat each other's pussy!\n  Weak people might say we're insane\n  But that's the other fuckin' level of the game\n  I'll turn your sister out if she fucks with me\n  You want to know my identity? ? ?\n  Bitches look at me like I'm a faker\n  Knowing goddamn well\n  I'm a mutherfuckin heartbreaker!\n  I'll have them crying for months\n  Cause I done fucked their best friends\n  And put a whipping on their cunt\n  They have their mothers to call\n  But if fucked one mom\n  You done fucked them all\n  And I really don't give a fuck\n  Cause if your mom offers me the pussy\n  She's stuck\n  Now that's the type a nigga I am\n  I'm always game to run a train\n  Goddamn!\n  Six different hoes a night\n  I use lubricated rubbers\n  To make the pussy feel right\n  Better safe than be a vicitm\n  If you got a jimmy hat\n  Go head and dick em\n  I put the pussy in it's place\n  And right before I nut\n  I pull it out then to the face\n  And tell the bitch to keep suckin\n  And prepare herself for her first butt fuckin\n  And when I'm done--straight to the tub\n  Just call me the gangster of love.\n  I'm a mutherfucker\n  I put a bitch through a test.\n  If she don't pass, she don't get blessed!\n  If the test consist of\n  Fuckin my whole crew\n  Well bitch, goddamnit that's what you gotta do.\n  You say you want to be down with willie-d\n  But yet you find it difficult to listen to me\n  Everytime you fuck up and skip a class\n  I'ma put my goddamn foot in your ass\n  And if your father wants to buck up\n  I'll beat the wrinkles out the old mutherfucker\n  I treat a bitch like a queen,\n  But she's got to realize I'm the goddamn king\n  Some jealous punk in town\n  Told my girl I was fucking around and she's still down.\n  To do the same\n  You've got to have game\n  You want to know my name? ? ?\n  Say be\n  You what's up dee\n  All the hoes mad 'cause we ain't paying for the pussy fighting over their asses\n  And shit! yup that's that other level of the game again.\n  Damn straight!\n  While we on the subject of hoes, whatever happened to the hoe you used to fuck\n  With\n  Named cathy? ? ?\n  Ok cathy\n  That hoe was hot.\n  The first peace of pussy that I ever got!\n  She fucked me till I was coming\n  Put my nuts in her mouth\n  And started humming\n  I said shit comense the checking\n  She started scratching my dill-bag\n  And said hold up a second.\n  Turned me over on my back gold.\n  Opened up my butt cheecks\n  And started licking out my asshole\n  That's why I guess that I'm the gangster\n  And oh kathleen johnson sweetheart\n  I'd like to thank you\n  Little hoes out there are getting stuck,\n  By niggas like me and we really don't give a fuck!\n  Big-ass titties are the sexy switch\n  Whatever you get, you deserved it bitch!\n  See ummm,\n  I like to take'em fast.\n  Pretend I lovem\n  And dog their motherfuckin ass.\n  Like for instance ms. \"p\"\n  The bitch ran a game\n  And tried to fuck over me\n  But I sensed it in the making\n  Talking about she's pregnant\n  From me or that jamaican? ? ?\n  She said me of course\n  So I drug her little ass\n  Like a mutherfuckin horse.\n  That's what you get for tryna play me\n  I'll kick the bitch\n  Right dead in the ass\n  If she ever says we\n  Made a kid when I make it\n  I'll grab her vile her mutherfuckin' neck\n  And try to break it!\n  Cause I knew I wore a fucking glove\n  You know who you fuckin with bitch? ? ?\n"},{"id":32476785,"name":"Read_These_Nikes","trackName":"Read_These_Nikes","artistName":"Geto_Boys","albumName":"Grip_It_On_The_Other_Level","duration":222.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Oh my goodness!)\n(Hit it)\nHere I go again, another brawl, a conflict\nSomebody finna get they ass kicked\nIf you ain't down with the Geto Boys\nGet your happy ass outta dodge\nThe rumors you heard ain't slander\nWillie D don't give a fuck about a goddamn by-stander\nSo when you see me clutch my fist\nGet out the way or get t-rolled, bitch\nI'm inclined to physically whip your ass\nBut if you want to blast\nMake a mothafuckin' motion like you want to reach\nAnd you gon' have a damn funeral next week\nFrom the hardest to the softest\nFor me to beat a nigga down is a day at the office\nSee, my appearance is so damn fly\nIt makes em say, \"Hm he's a nice guy\"\nSo a nigga try to play me like a hoe\nOh-oh, oh shit, damn, that's a no-no\nI get dead on his ass, so when I'm strikin'\nHe bet no fall, or I'ma make his ass read these Nike's\n(Oh my goodness!)\nYou read these Nikes, 'cause you're fucked up, punk\nHere's the definition of gettin' your ass stomped\n(I'm a nigga insane kickin' ass extremely)\nSo you weak-ass hoes keep dreamin'\nBushwick, can I get a witness?\n(Fuck yeah, Nightquil that sickness!)\nYeah, and when I form this gesture\nDon't call mama, 'cause the bitch can't help ya\nBetter yell for a paramedic\nOr somethin' that nature, 'cause I'ma try to break ya\nAss into mothafuckin' particles\nLet's see if I can get you in a newspaper article\nTo hell with emotions\nI don't stop till I cream a muthafucka like lotion\nRemorse what the fuck is that?\nI beat your mama ass and go get a six-pack\nGettin' mild, I don't play that shit\nFuck havin' mercy on a goddamn bitch\nNigga get beat, oh mama\nBut if she fucks with me\nHer ass is gonna read these Nike's\nYo D, I saw the way you stomped that muthafucka\nAnd left your trademark upside his head\nYeah man, that was one of my off Nike's\nI usually leave the whole mothafuckin\" logo\nI don't give a fuck who you hang with, trick\nFriends ain't shit when you're gettin' your ass kicked\nBut if your buddies want to get in my mix\nChop-chop yo, bitch\nIt ain't nothin' but a mere formality\nEvery sucker muthafucka' is a casualty\nI kick ass, you won't ever diss\nLook at the bottom of my goddamn shoe print\nFrom muthafuckas done donated blood to the kid\nNow do you want to make a bid?\nI didn't think so, 'cause I'd have yo\nAss screamin' just like a damn hoe\nWhen I hit ya in your goddamn mouth\nAnd show you what a real nigga's all about\nWhen I dispose of your ass like waste\nAnd nothin' but my shoe is in your mothafuckin\" face\nYou're readin' these Nike's\nLook at you now, muthafucka!\n(Oh shit!)\nLook at\n(Oh! Aw, hold up, man\nHold up, shit, aw, come on,\nAlright, man, alright, I quit, man\nI quit, alright aw shit)\nFuck with me!\n(Oh man)\n(Hit it)\nHere's an incident that got me sent to the slammer\nI'm at the club rappin' to this hella hammer\nThis bitch was holy, severely cut\nSo I'm rappin' to her, right? To see if she'll fuck\nI never asked if she was taken, 'cause honestly\nThat type of shit don't matter to me\nJust when we was leavin' out the goddamn door\nSome trick-ass nigga fronted me bout the whore\nI let the fool file with a diss or two\nBut the nigga kept pushin' the goddamn issue\nSo I pulled out the 9mm\nAnd bust his ass in the head, you could see the\nBlood gushin' out his goddamn skull\nHe played hisself, now his ass gettin' drugged\nI was charged with aggravated assault\nBut before I got off his ass\nI made him read these Nike's\n(Oh my goodness!)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Read_These_Nikes\n  artist: Geto_Boys\n  album: Grip_It_On_The_Other_Level\n  duration_ms: 222000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Oh my goodness!)\n  (Hit it)\n  Here I go again, another brawl, a conflict\n  Somebody finna get they ass kicked\n  If you ain't down with the Geto Boys\n  Get your happy ass outta dodge\n  The rumors you heard ain't slander\n  Willie D don't give a fuck about a goddamn by-stander\n  So when you see me clutch my fist\n  Get out the way or get t-rolled, bitch\n  I'm inclined to physically whip your ass\n  But if you want to blast\n  Make a mothafuckin' motion like you want to reach\n  And you gon' have a damn funeral next week\n  From the hardest to the softest\n  For me to beat a nigga down is a day at the office\n  See, my appearance is so damn fly\n  It makes em say, \"Hm he's a nice guy\"\n  So a nigga try to play me like a hoe\n  Oh-oh, oh shit, damn, that's a no-no\n  I get dead on his ass, so when I'm strikin'\n  He bet no fall, or I'ma make his ass read these Nike's\n  (Oh my goodness!)\n  You read these Nikes, 'cause you're fucked up, punk\n  Here's the definition of gettin' your ass stomped\n  (I'm a nigga insane kickin' ass extremely)\n  So you weak-ass hoes keep dreamin'\n  Bushwick, can I get a witness?\n  (Fuck yeah, Nightquil that sickness!)\n  Yeah, and when I form this gesture\n  Don't call mama, 'cause the bitch can't help ya\n  Better yell for a paramedic\n  Or somethin' that nature, 'cause I'ma try to break ya\n  Ass into mothafuckin' particles\n  Let's see if I can get you in a newspaper article\n  To hell with emotions\n  I don't stop till I cream a muthafucka like lotion\n  Remorse what the fuck is that?\n  I beat your mama ass and go get a six-pack\n  Gettin' mild, I don't play that shit\n  Fuck havin' mercy on a goddamn bitch\n  Nigga get beat, oh mama\n  But if she fucks with me\n  Her ass is gonna read these Nike's\n  Yo D, I saw the way you stomped that muthafucka\n  And left your trademark upside his head\n  Yeah man, that was one of my off Nike's\n  I usually leave the whole mothafuckin\" logo\n  I don't give a fuck who you hang with, trick\n  Friends ain't shit when you're gettin' your ass kicked\n  But if your buddies want to get in my mix\n  Chop-chop yo, bitch\n  It ain't nothin' but a mere formality\n  Every sucker muthafucka' is a casualty\n  I kick ass, you won't ever diss\n  Look at the bottom of my goddamn shoe print\n  From muthafuckas done donated blood to the kid\n  Now do you want to make a bid?\n  I didn't think so, 'cause I'd have yo\n  Ass screamin' just like a damn hoe\n  When I hit ya in your goddamn mouth\n  And show you what a real nigga's all about\n  When I dispose of your ass like waste\n  And nothin' but my shoe is in your mothafuckin\" face\n  You're readin' these Nike's\n  Look at you now, muthafucka!\n  (Oh shit!)\n  Look at\n  (Oh! Aw, hold up, man\n  Hold up, shit, aw, come on,\n  Alright, man, alright, I quit, man\n  I quit, alright aw shit)\n  Fuck with me!\n  (Oh man)\n  (Hit it)\n  Here's an incident that got me sent to the slammer\n  I'm at the club rappin' to this hella hammer\n  This bitch was holy, severely cut\n  So I'm rappin' to her, right? To see if she'll fuck\n  I never asked if she was taken, 'cause honestly\n  That type of shit don't matter to me\n  Just when we was leavin' out the goddamn door\n  Some trick-ass nigga fronted me bout the whore\n  I let the fool file with a diss or two\n  But the nigga kept pushin' the goddamn issue\n  So I pulled out the 9mm\n  And bust his ass in the head, you could see the\n  Blood gushin' out his goddamn skull\n  He played hisself, now his ass gettin' drugged\n  I was charged with aggravated assault\n  But before I got off his ass\n  I made him read these Nike's\n  (Oh my goodness!)\n"},{"id":32237505,"name":"Scarface","trackName":"Scarface","artistName":"Geto_Boys","albumName":"Grip_It_On_The_Other_Level","duration":308.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I started small time, dope game, cocaine\nPushin rocks on the block, I'm never broke, mayn\nSportin jewelry and the shit that came with rollin hard\nYou try to school me, you'll get fucked up with no regard\nBoy, don't test me, cause I'm tired of teachin lessons\nSo muthafuck you and that bullshit that you're stressin\nCause it ain't nothin but the money flow in this camp\nAnd if you fuck me, you'll forever wear a stamp\nSo watch your back and prepare for the hitman\nLife of the black, and the Ak won't take no shit, and\nYou'll be bumped off, bucked off, no trace\nOn the for realer, my nigga, just call me Scarface\n\n(Crazy muthafucka from the street) --] MC Ren\n\n(All I have in this world)\n(All I have in this world)\n(Balls)\n(Balls)\n(Balls)\n(Balls)\n\nI'm in the South Park, night falls, over the streets\nIt's gettin dark, Bill calls, he's been beat\nRound up the posse, y'all, and bring the heat\nAnd when it's over, all I want is bloody meat\nBoy done fuckin with me, real man, and I done told him\nSo let's just step out on the block and pd-roll him\nLoad up the Uzis, turn the village into a warzone\nMake the hit, break quick, leave your cars on\nNobody crosses me, especially in this dope game\nSo raise up off of me, I show em I don't joke, mayn\nLittle Bill, grab your piece, pick em out\nBattle y'all in the street, let's put some head out\nCaught my ride, hit the fry, and I step calm\nOpen fire like a lunatic from Vietnam\nBullets fled to the head, bodies bled\nLeft for dead, I pumped these bitches full of led\nYo, they don't understand me, the yo, Brad, bwoy\nFuck that, say goodbye to the bad guy\nI shot my gun in the air as I left the place\nYou'll ask me why, but I don't care, just call me Scarface\n\n(Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't)\n(Don't make me act a muthafuckin fool) --] Ice Cube\n\nLater on, all alone, sat around the house kickin it\nMy girl came home, I told her shit had been\nReal fucked up, so girl, don't push me\nShe pulled her skirt up, and said, \"He could need some pussy\"\nI just sat back, my legs started shakin\nNow here's another stupid bitch that I be breakin\nI grabbed the slimmy by her hand, and lead her upstairs\nThrew her down on the bed, and she said, \"Fuck, yeah!\"\nI opened up her legs, prepared her for the stabbin\nLike Mike Tyson in a brawl, boy, I was jabbin\nThe bitch was sweatin, but I guess she wasn't bothered\nCause all she said was, \"Fuck me harder, fuck me harder!\"\nI started bangin, I was bangin, dick was numbin\nShe wasn't hangin, she was singin, \"Brad, I'm comin!\"\nUp and down, side to side, perfect timin\nI started stickin with the quickness, we were grindin\nI was just about to nut, she got on top of me\nI heard a (shot) Now what the fuck? Somebody shot at me\nI took a look, the girl was cooked, her head exploded\nReached for the Uzi at my foot, and I unloaded\nStraight out the window I could hear the soldiers' footsteps\nI'm a taker, not a faker, I ain't been took yet\nSo many hunters, dyin faces to the concrete\nAlthough you try to take me out, you die in one beat\nOf the heart, boy, how dare you suck on me?\nAnd I'mma teach you and your boys not to fuck with me\nRolled out the backdoor, lookin for his bossman\nI'll watch him bleedin, pour his blood in a saucepan\nHe's in his Cadillac, starin at my frontdoor\nI stood behind him, pulled my gun, said, \"What you front for?\"\nHe says, \"I'm sorry, Ak, don't kill me, I was jokin, griff\"\nThat's why your boys are on my balcony and they're frozen stiff\nThe boy was shocked, then pulled up cops, he looked at me said, \"You're a goner\nCause you shot and killed the boys who worked my corner\"\nPulled back the hammer, put my gun up almost point blank\nShattered his dome, reached in the pocket, took the boy's bank\nGot out the Cadillac, the copper, he said, \"Stop it, freeze!\"\nI aim my pistol for his stomach, instead I pop his knees\nFell to the floor, he looked at me and he said, \"Akshun, please!\"\nI put my gun between his eyes, said, \"Don't breathe\"\nHe took a breath, and he knew he'd breathe his last breath\nThat's 20 soldiers and copper, 21 shot to death\nI had to leave everything I'd ever worked for\nBut best believe, I won't get sentenced for a drug war\nBut maybe one day in the future I can come back\nBut until then, I'm goin home, where I'm from, black\nNobody knows my name, they'll only know this face\nAnd ask my posse, they say, \"We call him Scarface\"\n\nHey Conjo, mayn, listen to me, mayn\nNow that we got Texas fiendin, mayn\nIt's time to make the whole fuckin world start geekin\nWe expand across the whole muthafuckin world, mayn\nAnd we get the dope out there, mayn\nWe fuck em up!\n\nAnd you muthafuckas thought I wasn't gonna make a comeback, mayn\nI'm gonna tell you somethin, mayn\nI'm comin back, mayn\nGeto Boys\n1990\nAnd if you ain't down with the Geto program, then fuck you, mayn","syncedLyrics":"[00:25.14] I started small time, dope game, cocaine\n[00:28.19] Pushin rocks on the block, I'm never broke, mayn\n[00:30.84] Sportin jewelry and the shit that came with rollin hard\n[00:33.28] You try to school me, you'll get fucked up with no regard\n[00:35.84] Boy, don't test me, cause I'm tired of teachin lessons\n[00:38.15] So muthafuck you and that bullshit that you're stressin\n[00:40.90] Cause it ain't nothin but the money flow in this camp\n[00:43.30] And if you fuck me, you'll forever wear a stamp\n[00:45.56] So watch your back and prepare for the hitman\n[00:48.24] Life of the black, and the Ak won't take no shit, and\n[00:50.92] You'll be bumped off, bucked off, no trace\n[00:53.33] On the for realer, my nigga, just call me Scarface\n[00:58.07] (Crazy muthafucka from the street) --] MC Ren\n[01:05.76] (All 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stabbin\n[02:49.01] Like Mike Tyson in a brawl, boy, I was jabbin\n[02:51.70] The bitch was sweatin, but I guess she wasn't bothered\n[02:54.02] Cause all she said was, \"Fuck me harder, fuck me harder!\"\n[02:56.13] I started bangin, I was bangin, dick was numbin\n[02:59.13] She wasn't hangin, she was singin, \"Brad, I'm comin!\"\n[03:01.50] Up and down, side to side, perfect timin\n[03:03.89] I started stickin with the quickness, we were grindin\n[03:06.47] I was just about to nut, she got on top of me\n[03:08.85] I heard a (shot) Now what the fuck? Somebody shot at me\n[03:11.51] I took a look, the girl was cooked, her head exploded\n[03:13.93] Reached for the Uzi at my foot, and I unloaded\n[03:16.55] Straight out the window I could hear the soldiers' footsteps\n[03:18.96] I'm a taker, not a faker, I ain't been took yet\n[03:21.60] So many hunters, dyin faces to the concrete\n[03:23.98] Although you try to take me out, you die in one beat\n[03:26.60] Of the heart, boy, how dare you suck on me?\n[03:29.09] And I'mma teach you and your boys not to fuck with me\n[03:31.67] Rolled out the backdoor, lookin for his bossman\n[03:34.25] I'll watch him bleedin, pour his blood in a saucepan\n[03:36.70] He's in his Cadillac, starin at my frontdoor\n[03:39.30] I stood behind him, pulled my gun, said, \"What you front for?\"\n[03:41.53] He says, \"I'm sorry, Ak, don't kill me, I was jokin, griff\"\n[03:44.20] That's why your boys are on my balcony and they're frozen stiff\n[03:46.56] The boy was shocked, then pulled up cops, he looked at me 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posse, they say, \"We call him Scarface\"\n[04:26.56] Hey Conjo, mayn, listen to me, mayn\n[04:28.33] Now that we got Texas fiendin, mayn\n[04:30.66] It's time to make the whole fuckin world start geekin\n[04:33.91] We expand across the whole muthafuckin world, mayn\n[04:36.59] And we get the dope out there, mayn\n[04:38.65] We fuck em up!\n[04:41.39] And you muthafuckas thought I wasn't gonna make a comeback, mayn\n[04:44.59] I'm gonna tell you somethin, mayn\n[04:46.26] I'm comin back, mayn\n[04:47.45] Geto Boys\n[04:49.15] 1990\n[04:50.94] And if you ain't down with the Geto program, then fuck you, mayn\n[04:54.55] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Scarface\n  artist: Geto_Boys\n  album: Grip_It_On_The_Other_Level\n  duration_ms: 308000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I started small time, dope game, cocaine\n  start_ms: 25140\n  end_ms: 28190\n- text: Pushin rocks on the block, I'm never broke, mayn\n  start_ms: 28190\n  end_ms: 30840\n- text: Sportin 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Somebody shot at me\n  start_ms: 188850\n  end_ms: 191510\n- text: I took a look, the girl was cooked, her head exploded\n  start_ms: 191510\n  end_ms: 193930\n- text: Reached for the Uzi at my foot, and I unloaded\n  start_ms: 193930\n  end_ms: 196550\n- text: Straight out the window I could hear the soldiers' footsteps\n  start_ms: 196550\n  end_ms: 198960\n- text: I'm a taker, not a faker, I ain't been took yet\n  start_ms: 198960\n  end_ms: 201600\n- text: So many hunters, dyin faces to the concrete\n  start_ms: 201600\n  end_ms: 203980\n- text: Although you try to take me out, you die in one beat\n  start_ms: 203980\n  end_ms: 206600\n- text: Of the heart, boy, how dare you suck on me?\n  start_ms: 206600\n  end_ms: 209090\n- text: And I'mma teach you and your boys not to fuck with me\n  start_ms: 209090\n  end_ms: 211670\n- text: Rolled out the backdoor, lookin for his bossman\n  start_ms: 211670\n  end_ms: 214250\n- text: I'll watch him bleedin, pour his blood in a saucepan\n  start_ms: 214250\n  end_ms: 216700\n- text: He's in his Cadillac, starin at my frontdoor\n  start_ms: 216700\n  end_ms: 219300\n- text: I stood behind him, pulled my gun, said, \"What you front for?\"\n  start_ms: 219300\n  end_ms: 221530\n- text: He says, \"I'm sorry, Ak, don't kill me, I was jokin, griff\"\n  start_ms: 221530\n  end_ms: 224200\n- text: That's why your boys are on my balcony and they're frozen stiff\n  start_ms: 224200\n  end_ms: 226560\n- text: The boy was shocked, then pulled up cops, he looked at me said, \"You're a goner\n  start_ms: 226560\n  end_ms: 229500\n- text: Cause you shot and killed the boys who worked my corner\"\n  start_ms: 229500\n  end_ms: 231780\n- text: Pulled back the hammer, put my gun up almost point blank\n  start_ms: 231780\n  end_ms: 234490\n- text: Shattered his dome, reached in the pocket, took the boy's bank\n  start_ms: 234490\n  end_ms: 236740\n- text: Got out the Cadillac, the copper, he said, \"Stop it, freeze!\"\n  start_ms: 236740\n 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262120\n  end_ms: 264520\n- text: And ask my posse, they say, \"We call him Scarface\"\n  start_ms: 264520\n  end_ms: 266560\n- text: Hey Conjo, mayn, listen to me, mayn\n  start_ms: 266560\n  end_ms: 268330\n- text: Now that we got Texas fiendin, mayn\n  start_ms: 268330\n  end_ms: 270660\n- text: It's time to make the whole fuckin world start geekin\n  start_ms: 270660\n  end_ms: 273910\n- text: We expand across the whole muthafuckin world, mayn\n  start_ms: 273910\n  end_ms: 276590\n- text: And we get the dope out there, mayn\n  start_ms: 276590\n  end_ms: 278650\n- text: We fuck em up!\n  start_ms: 278650\n  end_ms: 281390\n- text: And you muthafuckas thought I wasn't gonna make a comeback, mayn\n  start_ms: 281390\n  end_ms: 284590\n- text: I'm gonna tell you somethin, mayn\n  start_ms: 284590\n  end_ms: 286260\n- text: I'm comin back, mayn\n  start_ms: 286260\n  end_ms: 287450\n- text: Geto Boys\n  start_ms: 287450\n  end_ms: 289150\n- text: '1990'\n  start_ms: 289150\n  end_ms: 290940\n- text: And if you ain't down with the Geto program, then fuck you, mayn\n  start_ms: 290940\n  end_ms: 294550\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 294550\nplain: |-\n  I started small time, dope game, cocaine\n  Pushin rocks on the block, I'm never broke, mayn\n  Sportin jewelry and the shit that came with rollin hard\n  You try to school me, you'll get fucked up with no regard\n  Boy, don't test me, cause I'm tired of teachin lessons\n  So muthafuck you and that bullshit that you're stressin\n  Cause it ain't nothin but the money flow in this camp\n  And if you fuck me, you'll forever wear a stamp\n  So watch your back and prepare for the hitman\n  Life of the black, and the Ak won't take no shit, and\n  You'll be bumped off, bucked off, no trace\n  On the for realer, my nigga, just call me Scarface\n\n  (Crazy muthafucka from the street) --] MC Ren\n\n  (All I have in this world)\n  (All I have in this world)\n  (Balls)\n  (Balls)\n  (Balls)\n  (Balls)\n\n  I'm in the South Park, night falls, over the streets\n  It's gettin dark, Bill calls, he's been beat\n  Round up the posse, y'all, and bring the heat\n  And when it's over, all I want is bloody meat\n  Boy done fuckin with me, real man, and I done told him\n  So let's just step out on the block and pd-roll him\n  Load up the Uzis, turn the village into a warzone\n  Make the hit, break quick, leave your cars on\n  Nobody crosses me, especially in this dope game\n  So raise up off of me, I show em I don't joke, mayn\n  Little Bill, grab your piece, pick em out\n  Battle y'all in the street, let's put some head out\n  Caught my ride, hit the fry, and I step calm\n  Open fire like a lunatic from Vietnam\n  Bullets fled to the head, bodies bled\n  Left for dead, I pumped these bitches full of led\n  Yo, they don't understand me, the yo, Brad, bwoy\n  Fuck that, say goodbye to the bad guy\n  I shot my gun in the air as I left the place\n  You'll ask me why, but I don't care, just call me Scarface\n\n  (Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't)\n  (Don't make me act a muthafuckin fool) --] Ice Cube\n\n  Later on, all alone, sat around the house kickin it\n  My girl came home, I told her shit had been\n  Real fucked up, so girl, don't push me\n  She pulled her skirt up, and said, \"He could need some pussy\"\n  I just sat back, my legs started shakin\n  Now here's another stupid bitch that I be breakin\n  I grabbed the slimmy by her hand, and lead her upstairs\n  Threw her down on the bed, and she said, \"Fuck, yeah!\"\n  I opened up her legs, prepared her for the stabbin\n  Like Mike Tyson in a brawl, boy, I was jabbin\n  The bitch was sweatin, but I guess she wasn't bothered\n  Cause all she said was, \"Fuck me harder, fuck me harder!\"\n  I started bangin, I was bangin, dick was numbin\n  She wasn't hangin, she was singin, \"Brad, I'm comin!\"\n  Up and down, side to side, perfect timin\n  I started stickin with the quickness, we were grindin\n  I was just about to nut, she got on top of me\n  I heard a (shot) Now what the fuck? Somebody shot at me\n  I took a look, the girl was cooked, her head exploded\n  Reached for the Uzi at my foot, and I unloaded\n  Straight out the window I could hear the soldiers' footsteps\n  I'm a taker, not a faker, I ain't been took yet\n  So many hunters, dyin faces to the concrete\n  Although you try to take me out, you die in one beat\n  Of the heart, boy, how dare you suck on me?\n  And I'mma teach you and your boys not to fuck with me\n  Rolled out the backdoor, lookin for his bossman\n  I'll watch him bleedin, pour his blood in a saucepan\n  He's in his Cadillac, starin at my frontdoor\n  I stood behind him, pulled my gun, said, \"What you front for?\"\n  He says, \"I'm sorry, Ak, don't kill me, I was jokin, griff\"\n  That's why your boys are on my balcony and they're frozen stiff\n  The boy was shocked, then pulled up cops, he looked at me said, \"You're a goner\n  Cause you shot and killed the boys who worked my corner\"\n  Pulled back the hammer, put my gun up almost point blank\n  Shattered his dome, reached in the pocket, took the boy's bank\n  Got out the Cadillac, the copper, he said, \"Stop it, freeze!\"\n  I aim my pistol for his stomach, instead I pop his knees\n  Fell to the floor, he looked at me and he said, \"Akshun, please!\"\n  I put my gun between his eyes, said, \"Don't breathe\"\n  He took a breath, and he knew he'd breathe his last breath\n  That's 20 soldiers and copper, 21 shot to death\n  I had to leave everything I'd ever worked for\n  But best believe, I won't get sentenced for a drug war\n  But maybe one day in the future I can come back\n  But until then, I'm goin home, where I'm from, black\n  Nobody knows my name, they'll only know this face\n  And ask my posse, they say, \"We call him Scarface\"\n\n  Hey Conjo, mayn, listen to me, mayn\n  Now that we got Texas fiendin, mayn\n  It's time to make the whole fuckin world start geekin\n  We expand across the whole muthafuckin world, mayn\n  And we get the dope out there, mayn\n  We fuck em up!\n\n  And you muthafuckas thought I wasn't gonna make a comeback, mayn\n  I'm gonna tell you somethin, mayn\n  I'm comin back, mayn\n  Geto Boys\n  1990\n  And if you ain't down with the Geto program, then fuck you, mayn\n"},{"id":32163911,"name":"No_Sellout","trackName":"No_Sellout","artistName":"Geto_Boys","albumName":"Grip_It_On_The_Other_Level","duration":280.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: DJ Ready Red scratching quotes below w/echoes]\nThe Negro, the negro still... is not free\n[Scarface:] No Sell out!\n\nThe Negro, the negro still... is not free\n[Scarface:] No Sell out!\n[Willie D:]\nHere's another Geto Boys' release\nI came to teach to those I didn't reach\nOn the jail, with a clean cut so\nDon't give me no joke about the radio\nKids play where the sun don't shine\nI think it's time to Public knew the time\nRap Music, they're trying to band it\nCause blacks are getting paid and they can't stand it\nThey say we're too violence for an instance\nBut why in the hell just Rock still an existence?\nI'm a tell you why it still remains like the cord of the hang\nCause it's a white thing\nThis is a tag on the black sound\nIt's just one more plot to keep brother/man down\nI ain't with this, God is my witness\nSomebody better tell those folks I mean business\nAnd it ain't no sell out\n[Chorus: DJ Ready Red scratching the quote below]\nBlack man, stand up!\nSomebody has to speak the truth against it\nBlack man, stand up!\nSomebody has to speak the truth against it\n[Willie D:]\nPublic Enemy was dissed by the industry\nCause the people they trusted is sold out to the...\nOpposition and superstition\nThe foundation wasn't sound for the mission\nThey said the group did something wrong\nBut that's a lie, you heard the songs\nThey ain't curse black to excel\nAnd when that happens, people'll get scared as hell\nCall the Police they got rob\nRight under that nose, it have to be an inside job\nAnd who was that clown for Washington?\nThe son of a bitch who tripped across Tom\nI ain't talking about the provident brother\nThis particular chumpas our color\nGot a scoop on the group and he ran\nLock him up for impersonating the black man!\nUncle Tom, you want some?\nRap-A-Lot ain't the one, find another son\nPE give me five, show them what you got\nFIGHT THE POWER! -> Public Enemy\nAin't no sell out\n[Break:]\n[Scarface:]\nYo D, I'm mad as hell, man\nEvery time the black man starts preaching the way up\nTo the black community, them folks get the messing with him\n[Willie D:] They call that Fever Black planet, get me?\n[Scarface:] I got you\n[Willie D:]\nWell, why don't you get up there\nAnd tell these people what the Geto Boys already know\n[Scarface:]\nSure...\nWe as the people, are not yet free\nThe first commitment, only applied to the other race\nWe're never had a taste\nHow can you sieve delight when you're mixed?\nChuck D, Flavor Flav, let them rip\nThey ain't got enough brain in this trip\nFor every voice they try to quite\nThere'll be another one, and another one starting to bright\nIf that's what it takes\nY'all keep the fake, I gotta break\nAnd despite how they sabotage, they gonna have to realize\nThat this ain't no sell out\n[Chorus: w/ Variation]\nBlack man, stand up!\nSomebody has to speak the truth against it\nBlack man, black man\nSomebody has to speak the truth against it\n[Willie D:]\nThe truth would set you free, someone quoted it\nThat Griff stuck in nerve with the jews when he told it\nCBS was just looking for a reason\nTo get them out, and that was all they're needing\nI wasn't surpriced but it's tactic\nI knew it would happen, but I didn't know exactly\nTripper Cross go to hell\nYou think this shit you did, that would starting notary fairy tales?\nThink again sucker\nIf I was a budget you couldn't make me bucker\nThe Geto Boys, still bringing the noise\nYou're losing your poise, getting played like toys\nSelling the enemy info\nThat's what got us what we was 2 hundred years ago\nSold Dollar Signs, didn't you Captain?\nWithout sacrifice ain't nothing happening\nThe plan is to hold us back\nThe ulitmate gold is total control remember that, Jack\nGriff, I got your slack, and I'm a hold it 'til you get back\nCause I ain't going sell out\n[Outro: DJ Ready Red scratching quotes below]\nSomebody has to speak the truth against it\nWhat do I care about anger in you?\nSomebody has to speak the truth against it\nWhat do I care about anger in you?\n\nThe Negro, the negro still... is not free\n[Scarface:] No Sell out!\nThe Negro, the negro still... is not free\n[Scarface:] No Sell out!\nThe Negro, the negro still... is not free\n[Scarface:] No Sell out!\nThe Negro, the negro still... is not free\n[Scarface:] No Sell out!","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.45] [Intro: DJ Ready Red scratching quotes below w/echoes]\n[00:02.64] The Negro, the negro still... is not free\n[00:07.11] [Scarface:] No Sell out!\n[00:08.03] The Negro, the negro still... is not free\n[00:11.76] [Scarface:] No Sell out!\n[00:12.65] [Willie D:]\n[00:13.55] Here's another Geto Boys' release\n[00:15.30] I came to teach to those I didn't reach\n[00:18.06] On the jail, with a clean cut so\n[00:19.81] Don't give me no joke about the radio\n[00:22.59] Kids play where the sun don't shine\n[00:26.16] I think it's time to Public knew the time\n[00:28.88] Rap Music, they're trying to band it\n[00:30.67] Cause blacks are getting paid and they can't stand it\n[00:33.32] They say we're too violence for an instance\n[00:36.02] But why in the hell just Rock still an existence?\n[00:38.77] I'm a tell you why it still remains like the cord of the hang\n[00:42.36] Cause it's a white thing\n[00:44.14] This is a tag on the black sound\n[00:46.06] It's just one more plot to keep brother/man down\n[00:48.71] I ain't with this, God is my witness\n[00:51.46] Somebody better tell those folks I mean business\n[00:54.18] And it ain't no sell out\n[00:56.86] [Chorus: DJ Ready Red scratching the quote below]\n[00:57.75] Black man, stand up!\n[00:58.63] Somebody has to speak the truth against it\n[01:01.34] Black man, stand up!\n[01:04.00] Somebody has to speak the truth against it\n[01:05.88] [Willie D:]\n[01:06.74] Public Enemy was dissed by the industry\n[01:09.49] Cause the people they trusted is sold out to the...\n[01:12.13] Opposition and superstition\n[01:13.98] The foundation wasn't sound for the mission\n[01:17.51] They said the group did something wrong\n[01:19.36] But that's a lie, you heard the songs\n[01:22.15] They ain't curse black to excel\n[01:23.96] And when that happens, people'll get scared as hell\n[01:26.62] Call the Police they got rob\n[01:29.35] Right under that nose, it have to be an inside job\n[01:32.03] And who was that clown for Washington?\n[01:35.62] The son of a bitch who tripped across Tom\n[01:37.44] I ain't talking about the provident brother\n[01:40.10] This particular chumpas our color\n[01:42.80] Got a scoop on the group and he ran\n[01:45.51] Lock him up for impersonating the black man!\n[01:48.22] Uncle Tom, you want some?\n[01:50.03] Rap-A-Lot ain't the one, find another son\n[01:52.79] PE give me five, show them what you got\n[01:55.58] FIGHT THE POWER! -> Public Enemy\n[01:57.37] Ain't no sell out\n[01:58.25] [Break:]\n[02:09.00] [Scarface:]\n[02:09.93] Yo D, I'm mad as hell, man\n[02:10.34] Every time the black man starts preaching the way up\n[02:12.16] To the black community, them folks get the messing with him\n[02:14.90] [Willie D:] They call that Fever Black planet, get me?\n[02:16.68] [Scarface:] I got you\n[02:17.50] [Willie D:]\n[02:18.49] Well, why don't you get up there\n[02:19.36] And tell these people what the Geto Boys already know\n[02:21.15] [Scarface:]\n[02:22.09] Sure...\n[02:23.89] We as the people, are not yet free\n[02:25.63] The first commitment, only applied to the other race\n[02:29.20] We're never had a taste\n[02:31.06] How can you sieve delight when you're mixed?\n[02:33.79] Chuck D, Flavor Flav, let them rip\n[02:36.47] They ain't got enough brain in this trip\n[02:39.20] For every voice they try to quite\n[02:41.04] There'll be another one, and another one starting to bright\n[02:44.60] If that's what it takes\n[02:46.41] Y'all keep the fake, I gotta break\n[02:49.19] And despite how they sabotage, they gonna have to realize\n[02:52.71] That this ain't no sell out\n[02:55.42] [Chorus: w/ Variation]\n[02:56.30] Black man, stand up!\n[02:58.13] Somebody has to speak the truth against it\n[02:59.95] Black man, black man\n[03:01.70] Somebody has to speak the truth against it\n[03:03.52] [Willie D:]\n[03:04.42] The truth would set you free, someone quoted it\n[03:06.25] That Griff stuck in nerve with the jews when he told it\n[03:08.92] CBS was just looking for a reason\n[03:11.76] To get them out, and that was all they're needing\n[03:14.40] I wasn't surpriced but it's tactic\n[03:17.19] I knew it would happen, but I didn't know exactly\n[03:19.85] Tripper Cross go to hell\n[03:21.68] You think this shit you did, that would starting notary fairy tales?\n[03:24.39] Think again sucker\n[03:27.05] If I was a budget you couldn't make me bucker\n[03:29.74] The Geto Boys, still bringing the noise\n[03:32.44] You're losing your poise, getting played like toys\n[03:35.14] Selling the enemy info\n[03:37.84] That's what got us what we was 2 hundred years ago\n[03:39.68] Sold Dollar Signs, didn't you Captain?\n[03:43.24] Without sacrifice ain't nothing happening\n[03:45.01] The plan is to hold us back\n[03:47.87] The ulitmate gold is total control remember that, Jack\n[03:50.52] Griff, I got your slack, and I'm a hold it 'til you get back\n[03:54.12] Cause I ain't going sell out\n[03:56.84] [Outro: DJ Ready Red scratching quotes below]\n[03:57.76] Somebody has to speak the truth against it\n[03:59.57] What do I care about anger in you?\n[04:01.39] Somebody has to speak the truth against it\n[04:04.98] What do I care 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What's up wit them cash registers and\nShit?\nWILLIE D: Oh, that's what the average ho see when she look at a\nModern day man.\nDJ READY RED: Ain't that the motherfuckin' truth!\nWILLIE D: Yeah. And these old fickled minded assed niggas wonder\nWhy a ho be with them one day and another goofy motherfucker the\nNext.\nDJ READY RED: I think it's time you kicked some more of that shit!\nWILLIE D: Yeaaah!\n\nThere seems to be a lot of mother fuckers blind to the fact\nThat a ho is gonna be just that\nAnd this type of ignorance is the very\nReason why so many niggas in the goddamned cemetery\nIntelligence is on call\nYou don't treat a ho like a queen who behaves lika a dog\nAre you the type who wont put a ho in front of a trigger\nThen you're a ho assed nigga\nGoddamned hound\nPound for pound\nYou knew the ho when she was fucking the whole town\nShe fucked you and gave your buddies a blow\nBut your trick ass fell in love with the ho\nTried to change her make her be an angel\nYou keep putting your damn life in danger\nFronting niggas about that slutty ass trifling crow\nYou gotta let a ho be a ho\n\nHere's something that I'd like to know (what?)\nWhy you take that ho, everywhere you go?\nYou walk around the club wit' the ho in front\nTryin' to keep up with that nasty assed cunt\nYou say you're captain, but yo' ship she's sinkin'\nAs soon as you turn your back, the ho is blinkin'\nWinkin' her eye at another nigga\nBut you got her locked down, so you figure\nHo wears your jewelry every goddamned day,\nBut nigga, you just got the ho on display\nWouldn't let her be herself, cause you's a goddamned wimp\nNow you know why hos date pimps\nShe's a rhinestone freak 5 days a week,\nBut you get mad when niggas pop on her ass\nGoddamned slutty ho, the bars are loaded\nDon't try to change her\nYou let the ho be a ho!\n\nShes a ho, (D how the fuck you know?)\nEvery time I see the ho she's with a new negro\nShes the type of ho that's bound\nTo wear shorts up her ass when your friends come around\nShes the kinda ho that'll make you cry\nThe kinda ho you have to call before you come by\nSo why do you wanna kill when she says no more\nYou ain't the first to be dumped by a goddamned whore\nCrazy mother fuckers fighting over hos\nStealing for their asses and jumping out of windows\nIf a ho wants out I let her sinky ass go\nCos i'ma let a ho be a ho\n*Spoken*\nWILLIE D: Now do y'all follow me so muthafuckin' far?\nGETO BOYS: Yeah!\nAKSHEN: Hell yeah. I remember I was with this ho named Kim.\nLet her use my car. Bitch went to go see another nigga. I damn\nNear killed that ho!\nWILLIE D: I fucked that ho, man!\nAKSHEN: You a mutafuckin' lie!\nWILLIE D: I ain't bullshittin'! Didn't I, Bushwick and Red?\nDJ READY RED: He went up in that bitch, man!\nBUSHWICK BILL: On the for rilla, my nigga.\nWILLIE D: Akshen, I'm telling you man...\n\nI fucked that ho before you even knew her\nMade her pussy go brrrrr when I stuck my dick to her\nI knew she was a ho the first time I met her\nSo I got another ho and took them to the other level of the game\nGot them high as a kite\nAnd fucked both of those hoes that goddamned night\nThen I sat back and relaxed\nAs they 69ed and ate each others cats\nI dropped them off at home\nGod damn look at this shit my wallets gone\nThe hoes beat me but I left it alone\nAnd used that shit as a stepping stone\nI played it off the next time I saw the hoe\nI just laughed and fucked her ass some more\nShe licked my ass and sucked my balls\nAnd if I see her right now I can get some more\nYou gotta let a ho be a ho\n*Spoken*\nWILLIE D: Yeah, buddy. Willie D ain't gonna let none of these hos\nGet him down. I ain't cryin' or dyin' over none of you hos. I\nAin't buyin' you no leather. I ain't buyin' you no suede, no\nJewelery, no contacts, Lee Nails. I ain't buyin' you no hair, no\nMakeup, food, none of that good shit!\nBUSHWICK BILL: Tell 'em D!\n\n*Outro*\nYou gotta let a ho be a ho.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let_A_Ho_Be_A_Ho\n  artist: Geto_Boys\n  album: Grip_It_On_The_Other_Level\n  duration_ms: 274000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  *Spoken*\n  DJ READY RED: Hey, yo D! What's up wit them cash registers and\n  Shit?\n  WILLIE D: Oh, that's what the average ho see when she look at a\n  Modern day man.\n  DJ READY RED: Ain't that the motherfuckin' truth!\n  WILLIE D: Yeah. And these old fickled minded assed niggas wonder\n  Why a ho be with them one day and another goofy motherfucker the\n  Next.\n  DJ READY RED: I think it's time you kicked some more of that shit!\n  WILLIE D: Yeaaah!\n\n  There seems to be a lot of mother fuckers blind to the fact\n  That a ho is gonna be just that\n  And this type of ignorance is the very\n  Reason why so many niggas in the goddamned cemetery\n  Intelligence is on call\n  You don't treat a ho like a queen who behaves lika a dog\n  Are you the type who wont put a ho in front of a trigger\n  Then you're a ho assed nigga\n  Goddamned hound\n  Pound for pound\n  You knew the ho when she was fucking the whole town\n  She fucked you and gave your buddies a blow\n  But your trick ass fell in love with the ho\n  Tried to change her make her be an angel\n  You keep putting your damn life in danger\n  Fronting niggas about that slutty ass trifling crow\n  You gotta let a ho be a ho\n\n  Here's something that I'd like to know (what?)\n  Why you take that ho, everywhere you go?\n  You walk around the club wit' the ho in front\n  Tryin' to keep up with that nasty assed cunt\n  You say you're captain, but yo' ship she's sinkin'\n  As soon as you turn your back, the ho is blinkin'\n  Winkin' her eye at another nigga\n  But you got her locked down, so you figure\n  Ho wears your jewelry every goddamned day,\n  But nigga, you just got the ho on display\n  Wouldn't let her be herself, cause you's a goddamned wimp\n  Now you know why hos date pimps\n  She's a rhinestone freak 5 days a week,\n  But you get mad when niggas pop on her ass\n  Goddamned slutty ho, the bars are loaded\n  Don't try to change her\n  You let the ho be a ho!\n\n  Shes a ho, (D how the fuck you know?)\n  Every time I see the ho she's with a new negro\n  Shes the type of ho that's bound\n  To wear shorts up her ass when your friends come around\n  Shes the kinda ho that'll make you cry\n  The kinda ho you have to call before you come by\n  So why do you wanna kill when she says no more\n  You ain't the first to be dumped by a goddamned whore\n  Crazy mother fuckers fighting over hos\n  Stealing for their asses and jumping out of windows\n  If a ho wants out I let her sinky ass go\n  Cos i'ma let a ho be a ho\n  *Spoken*\n  WILLIE D: Now do y'all follow me so muthafuckin' far?\n  GETO BOYS: Yeah!\n  AKSHEN: Hell yeah. I remember I was with this ho named Kim.\n  Let her use my car. Bitch went to go see another nigga. I damn\n  Near killed that ho!\n  WILLIE D: I fucked that ho, man!\n  AKSHEN: You a mutafuckin' lie!\n  WILLIE D: I ain't bullshittin'! Didn't I, Bushwick and Red?\n  DJ READY RED: He went up in that bitch, man!\n  BUSHWICK BILL: On the for rilla, my nigga.\n  WILLIE D: Akshen, I'm telling you man...\n\n  I fucked that ho before you even knew her\n  Made her pussy go brrrrr when I stuck my dick to her\n  I knew she was a ho the first time I met her\n  So I got another ho and took them to the other level of the game\n  Got them high as a kite\n  And fucked both of those hoes that goddamned night\n  Then I sat back and relaxed\n  As they 69ed and ate each others cats\n  I dropped them off at home\n  God damn look at this shit my wallets gone\n  The hoes beat me but I left it alone\n  And used that shit as a stepping stone\n  I played it off the next time I saw the hoe\n  I just laughed and fucked her ass some more\n  She licked my ass and sucked my balls\n  And if I see her right now I can get some more\n  You gotta let a ho be a ho\n  *Spoken*\n  WILLIE D: Yeah, buddy. Willie D ain't gonna let none of these hos\n  Get him down. I ain't cryin' or dyin' over none of you hos. I\n  Ain't buyin' you no leather. I ain't buyin' you no suede, no\n  Jewelery, no contacts, Lee Nails. I ain't buyin' you no hair, no\n  Makeup, food, none of that good shit!\n  BUSHWICK BILL: Tell 'em D!\n\n  *Outro*\n  You gotta let a ho be a ho.\n"},{"id":36988740,"name":"Mind_Of_A_Lunatic","trackName":"Mind_Of_A_Lunatic","artistName":"Geto_Boys","albumName":"Grip_It_On_The_Other_Level","duration":326.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(He's a paranoiac who's a menace to our society)\n\n[ VERSE 1: Bushwick Bill ]\nParanoid, sittin in a deep sweat\nThinkin I gotta fuck somebody before the week ends\nThe sight of blood exites me, shoot you in the head\nSit down, and watch you bleed to death\nI hear the sound of your last breath\nShouldn't have been around, I went all the way left\nYou was in the right place with me at the wrong time\nI'm a psychopath, in a minute lose my fuckin mind\nCalm down, back to reality\nDon't fear death, cause I know that it's promised to me\nFlashes, I get flashes of Jason\nGimme a knife, a million lives I'm wastin\nThe shadow of death follows me, I don't give a fuck\nPussy play Superman, your ass'll get boxed up\nPut him in a straight jacket, the man's sick\nThis is what goes on in the mind of a lunatic\n\n(He's a paranoiac who's a menace to our society)\n(He's a) (He's a)\n(He's a paranoiac who's a menace to our society)\n\n[ VERSE 2: Bushwick Bill ]\nLookin through her window, now my body is warm\nShe's naked, and I'm a peepin tom\nHer body's beautiful, so I'm thinkin rape\nShouldn't have had her curtains open, so that's her fate\nLeavin out her house, grabbed the bitch by her mouth\nDrug her back in, slammed her down on the couch\nWhipped out my knife, said, \"If you scream, I'm cuttin\"\nOpened her legs and commenced the fuckin\nShe begged me not to kill her, I gave her a rose\nThen slit her throat, and watched her shake till her eyes closed\nHad sex with the corpse before I left her\nAnd drew my name on the wall like helter skelter\nRun for shelter never crossed my mind\nI had a guage, a grenade, and even a nine\nDial 911 for the bitch\nBut the cops ain't shit when they're fuckin with a lunatic\n\n(Another innocent victim of this homicidal maniac)\n(Maniac) (Maniac)\n(Another innocent victim of this homicidal maniac)\n\n[ VERSE 3: Scarface ]\nI sit alone in my four-cornered room starin at candles\nDreamin of the people I've dismantled\nI close my eyes and in the circle\nAppears the images of sons of bitches that I murdered\nFlashbacks of bodies bein fucked up\nOnce I attack, I'm like a pit on a rage that's goin for guts\nBoys used to die when I'm full fo that fry\nI be ebbin when I'm high\nSo I say 'fuck' and just let bullets fly\nLike I said before, Scarface is my identity\nA homicidal maniac with sucidal tendencies\nI'm on the violent tip, so yo, get a grip\nAnd bitch, come equipped, ain't takin no shit\nCause here comes a lunatic\n\n[ VERSE 4: Scarface ]\nMy girl's gettin skinny, she's strung out on coke\nSo I went to her mother's house and cut out her throat\nHer grandma was standin there, she was screamin out, \"Brad!\"\nAs she reached for the telly, I put the blade on granny's ass\nWent to the back and grabbed a shovel\nNow granny's on her way to meet the devil\nPulled out my .38 and aimed at the bitch\nA cop says (Freeze, muthafucka!) Bitch, suck my dick\nI said, \"Die, muthafuckas!\" as I blasted\nSomething clicked in my head, visions of bodies in plastic\nThe scent of buckshots in human flesh\nPigs dyin from bullet wounds to the chest\nNo sheriff's gonna take me on a road\nDark as fuck, and let his pistols explode\nFuck that, cause I ain'ts to die\nSo I reloaded my Uzi and fired up another fry\nIt got me crazy as fuck\nA ragin psychotic full of that Angel's Dust\nThe cops had the place surrounded\nHunted for a way to get out - I found it\nInnocent bystanders watch me set an example\nI popped one, \"Let me go, goddammit\nScot free\nOr all of these muthafuckas comin with me\"\nAll of a sudden the shit got silent\nI remember wakin up, in an asylum\nBein treated like a troubled kid\nMy shirt was all bloody, and both of my wrists was slit\nThink this is harsh? This ain't as harsh as it gets\nNo tellin what's bein thought up in the mind of a lunatic\n\n(Maniac)\n(Maniac)\n(Ma-) (Mani-) (Maniac)\n(I can't quit)\n\n[ VERSE 5: Willie D ]\nNovember 1st 1966\nA damn fool was born with the mind of a lunatic\nI shoulda been killed\nBut sister fucked around and let me live\nNow I developped a criminal behaviour\nFuck with me, and I'll slay ya\nAss, beyond recognition, shit\nYour dental records couldn't prove your identity, bitch\nI beg your pardon, on talkin to borden\nYou'll never find a muthafucka, so save your milk cartons\nCross the line, your ass is mine\nI don't give a fuck if you're 9 or 99\nBlind, crippled, and crazy, don't faze me\nYour funky ass will be pushin up daisies\nYou wanna know what makes me click?\nMy psychiatrist said I got the mind of a lunatic\n\n(Let's get out of here, that guy is crazy)\n(Ma-) (Ma-) (Ma-) (Maniac)\n\n[ VERSE 6: Willie D ]\nI ain't got it all, so don't fuck with me\nUnless your ass wanna be made history\nI'll blow your muthafuckin house up\nAnd if your wife and kids are inside, they're fucked\nI don't give a damn who I slay\nDon't let me get a hold of some E&J\nCause when the shit hit the fan\nI'll stab your ass quicker than a Mexican\nThe nightmares I leave you with on the scene\nWill make Freddy bitch ass look like a wet dream\nThis is fact, not fictional, son of a bitch\nI got the mind of a lunatic","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.05] (He's a paranoiac who's a menace to our society)\n[00:06.00] [ VERSE 1: Bushwick Bill ]\n[00:06.91] Paranoid, sittin in a deep sweat\n[00:08.04] Thinkin I gotta fuck somebody before the week ends\n[00:11.00] The sight of blood exites me, shoot you in the head\n[00:13.14] Sit down, and watch you bleed to death\n[00:16.12] I hear the sound of your last breath\n[00:18.18] Shouldn't have been around, I went all the way left\n[00:20.11] You was in the right place with me at the wrong time\n[00:23.13] I'm a psychopath, in a minute lose my fuckin mind\n[00:26.12] Calm down, back to reality\n[00:28.23] Don't fear death, cause I know that it's promised to me\n[00:31.21] Flashes, I get flashes of Jason\n[00:33.24] Gimme a knife, a million lives I'm wastin\n[00:36.29] The shadow of death follows me, I don't give a fuck\n[00:38.30] Pussy play Superman, your ass'll get boxed up\n[00:41.38] Put him in a straight jacket, the man's sick\n[00:43.38] This is what goes on in the mind of a lunatic\n[00:46.35] (He's a paranoiac who's a menace to our society)\n[00:50.34] (He's a) (He's a)\n[00:51.39] (He's a paranoiac who's a menace to our society)\n[00:56.34] [ VERSE 2: Bushwick Bill ]\n[00:57.31] Lookin through her window, now my body is warm\n[00:59.49] She's naked, and I'm a peepin tom\n[01:01.45] Her body's beautiful, so I'm thinkin rape\n[01:04.42] Shouldn't have had her curtains open, so that's her fate\n[01:07.42] Leavin out her house, grabbed the bitch by her mouth\n[01:09.44] Drug her back in, slammed her down on the couch\n[01:12.49] Whipped out my knife, said, \"If you scream, I'm cuttin\"\n[01:15.44] Opened her legs and commenced the fuckin\n[01:17.58] She begged me not to kill her, I gave her a rose\n[01:19.54] Then slit her throat, and watched her shake till her eyes closed\n[01:22.54] Had sex with the corpse before I left her\n[01:25.59] And drew my name on the wall like helter skelter\n[01:27.59] Run for shelter never crossed my mind\n[01:29.55] I had a guage, a grenade, and even a nine\n[01:32.54] Dial 911 for the bitch\n[01:35.51] But the cops ain't shit when they're fuckin with a lunatic\n[01:38.63] (Another innocent victim of this homicidal maniac)\n[01:40.66] (Maniac) (Maniac)\n[01:43.65] (Another innocent victim of this homicidal maniac)\n[01:46.65] [ VERSE 3: Scarface ]\n[01:48.50] I sit alone in my four-cornered room starin at candles\n[01:50.66] Dreamin of the people I've dismantled\n[01:53.70] I close my eyes and in the circle\n[01:55.79] Appears the images of sons of bitches that I murdered\n[01:58.76] Flashbacks of bodies bein fucked up\n[02:00.78] Once I attack, I'm like a pit on a rage that's goin for guts\n[02:03.77] Boys used to die when I'm full fo that fry\n[02:05.72] I be ebbin when I'm high\n[02:07.72] So I say 'fuck' and just let bullets fly\n[02:09.77] Like I said before, Scarface is my identity\n[02:11.76] A homicidal maniac with sucidal tendencies\n[02:13.74] I'm on the violent tip, so yo, get a grip\n[02:16.76] And bitch, come equipped, ain't takin no shit\n[02:17.81] Cause here comes a lunatic\n[02:19.86] [ VERSE 4: Scarface ]\n[02:20.88] My girl's gettin skinny, she's strung out on coke\n[02:21.86] So I went to her mother's house and cut out her throat\n[02:23.85] Her grandma was standin there, she was screamin out, \"Brad!\"\n[02:26.83] As she reached for the telly, I put the blade on granny's ass\n[02:29.94] Went to the back and grabbed a shovel\n[02:31.90] Now granny's on her way to meet the devil\n[02:34.99] Pulled out my .38 and aimed at the bitch\n[02:36.95] A cop says (Freeze, muthafucka!) Bitch, suck my dick\n[02:39.99] I said, \"Die, muthafuckas!\" as I blasted\n[02:41.94] Something clicked in my head, visions of bodies in plastic\n[02:44.98] The scent of buckshots in human flesh\n[02:45.91] Pigs dyin from bullet wounds to the chest\n[02:50.06] No sheriff's gonna take me on a road\n[02:53.05] Dark as fuck, and let his pistols explode\n[02:55.06] Fuck that, cause I ain'ts to die\n[02:58.02] So I reloaded my Uzi and fired up another fry\n[03:01.05] It got me crazy as fuck\n[03:03.13] A ragin psychotic full of that Angel's Dust\n[03:06.12] The cops had the place surrounded\n[03:08.14] Hunted for a way to get out - I found it\n[03:11.10] Innocent bystanders watch me set an example\n[03:14.10] I popped one, \"Let me go, goddammit\n[03:18.21] Scot free\n[03:19.22] Or all of these muthafuckas comin with me\"\n[03:21.23] All of a sudden the shit got silent\n[03:24.19] I remember wakin up, in an asylum\n[03:27.28] Bein treated like a troubled kid\n[03:29.17] My shirt was all bloody, and both of my wrists was slit\n[03:32.25] Think this is harsh? This ain't as harsh as it gets\n[03:34.20] No tellin what's bein thought up in the mind of a lunatic\n[03:37.33] (Maniac)\n[03:38.34] (Maniac)\n[03:39.36] (Ma-) (Mani-) (Maniac)\n[03:40.39] (I can't quit)\n[03:46.38] [ VERSE 5: Willie D ]\n[03:47.40] November 1st 1966\n[03:49.49] A damn fool was born with the mind of a lunatic\n[03:53.46] I shoulda been killed\n[03:55.44] But sister fucked around and let me live\n[03:57.49] Now I developped a criminal behaviour\n[04:00.49] Fuck with me, and I'll slay ya\n[04:02.53] Ass, beyond recognition, shit\n[04:04.50] Your dental records couldn't prove your identity, bitch\n[04:07.56] I beg your pardon, on talkin to borden\n[04:10.59] You'll never find a muthafucka, so save your milk cartons\n[04:12.57] Cross the line, your ass is mine\n[04:15.59] I don't give a fuck if you're 9 or 99\n[04:18.54] Blind, crippled, and crazy, don't faze me\n[04:20.51] Your funky ass will be pushin up daisies\n[04:23.61] You wanna know what makes me click?\n[04:26.59] My psychiatrist said I got the mind of a lunatic\n[04:28.41] (Let's get out of here, that guy is crazy)\n[04:30.43] (Ma-) (Ma-) (Ma-) (Maniac)\n[04:36.40] [ VERSE 6: Willie D ]\n[04:38.53] I ain't got it all, so don't fuck with me\n[04:41.55] Unless your ass wanna be made history\n[04:44.50] I'll blow your muthafuckin house up\n[04:46.52] And if your wife and kids are inside, they're fucked\n[04:48.52] I don't give a damn who I slay\n[04:51.56] Don't let me get a hold of some E&J\n[04:54.53] Cause when the shit hit the fan\n[04:56.66] I'll stab your ass quicker than a Mexican\n[05:00.50] The nightmares I leave you with on the scene\n[05:01.69] Will make Freddy bitch ass look like a wet dream\n[05:04.65] This is fact, not fictional, son of a bitch\n[05:07.58] I got the mind of a lunatic\n[05:09.60] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mind_Of_A_Lunatic\n  artist: Geto_Boys\n  album: Grip_It_On_The_Other_Level\n  duration_ms: 326000\n  instrumental: 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like helter skelter\n  start_ms: 85590\n  end_ms: 87590\n- text: Run for shelter never crossed my mind\n  start_ms: 87590\n  end_ms: 89550\n- text: I had a guage, a grenade, and even a nine\n  start_ms: 89550\n  end_ms: 92540\n- text: Dial 911 for the bitch\n  start_ms: 92540\n  end_ms: 95510\n- text: But the cops ain't shit when they're fuckin with a lunatic\n  start_ms: 95510\n  end_ms: 98630\n- text: (Another innocent victim of this homicidal maniac)\n  start_ms: 98630\n  end_ms: 100660\n- text: (Maniac) (Maniac)\n  start_ms: 100660\n  end_ms: 103650\n- text: (Another innocent victim of this homicidal maniac)\n  start_ms: 103650\n  end_ms: 106650\n- text: '[ VERSE 3: Scarface ]'\n  start_ms: 106650\n  end_ms: 108500\n- text: I sit alone in my four-cornered room starin at candles\n  start_ms: 108500\n  end_ms: 110660\n- text: Dreamin of the people I've dismantled\n  start_ms: 110660\n  end_ms: 113700\n- text: I close my eyes and in the circle\n  start_ms: 113700\n  end_ms: 115790\n- text: Appears the images of sons of bitches that I murdered\n  start_ms: 115790\n  end_ms: 118760\n- text: Flashbacks of bodies bein fucked up\n  start_ms: 118760\n  end_ms: 120780\n- text: Once I attack, I'm like a pit on a rage that's goin for guts\n  start_ms: 120780\n  end_ms: 123770\n- text: Boys used to die when I'm full fo that fry\n  start_ms: 123770\n  end_ms: 125720\n- text: I be ebbin when I'm high\n  start_ms: 125720\n  end_ms: 127720\n- text: So I say 'fuck' and just let bullets fly\n  start_ms: 127720\n  end_ms: 129770\n- text: Like I said before, Scarface is my identity\n  start_ms: 129770\n  end_ms: 131760\n- text: A homicidal maniac with sucidal tendencies\n  start_ms: 131760\n  end_ms: 133740\n- text: I'm on the violent tip, so yo, get a grip\n  start_ms: 133740\n  end_ms: 136760\n- text: And bitch, come equipped, ain't takin no shit\n  start_ms: 136760\n  end_ms: 137810\n- text: Cause here comes a lunatic\n  start_ms: 137810\n  end_ms: 139860\n- text: '[ VERSE 4: Scarface ]'\n  start_ms: 139860\n  end_ms: 140880\n- text: My girl's gettin skinny, she's strung out on coke\n  start_ms: 140880\n  end_ms: 141860\n- text: So I went to her mother's house and cut out her throat\n  start_ms: 141860\n  end_ms: 143850\n- text: Her grandma was standin there, she was screamin out, \"Brad!\"\n  start_ms: 143850\n  end_ms: 146830\n- text: As she reached for the telly, I put the blade on granny's ass\n  start_ms: 146830\n  end_ms: 149940\n- text: Went to the back and grabbed a shovel\n  start_ms: 149940\n  end_ms: 151900\n- text: Now granny's on her way to meet the devil\n  start_ms: 151900\n  end_ms: 154990\n- text: Pulled out my .38 and aimed at the bitch\n  start_ms: 154990\n  end_ms: 156950\n- text: A cop says (Freeze, muthafucka!) Bitch, suck my dick\n  start_ms: 156950\n  end_ms: 159990\n- text: I said, \"Die, muthafuckas!\" as I blasted\n  start_ms: 159990\n  end_ms: 161940\n- text: Something clicked in my head, visions of bodies in plastic\n  start_ms: 161940\n  end_ms: 164980\n- text: The scent of buckshots in human flesh\n  start_ms: 164980\n  end_ms: 165910\n- text: Pigs dyin from bullet wounds to the chest\n  start_ms: 165910\n  end_ms: 170060\n- text: No sheriff's gonna take me on a road\n  start_ms: 170060\n  end_ms: 173050\n- text: Dark as fuck, and let his pistols explode\n  start_ms: 173050\n  end_ms: 175060\n- text: Fuck that, cause I ain'ts to die\n  start_ms: 175060\n  end_ms: 178020\n- text: So I reloaded my Uzi and fired up another fry\n  start_ms: 178020\n  end_ms: 181050\n- text: It got me crazy as fuck\n  start_ms: 181050\n  end_ms: 183130\n- text: A ragin psychotic full of that Angel's Dust\n  start_ms: 183130\n  end_ms: 186120\n- text: The cops had the place surrounded\n  start_ms: 186120\n  end_ms: 188140\n- text: Hunted for a way to get out - I found it\n  start_ms: 188140\n  end_ms: 191100\n- text: Innocent bystanders watch me set an example\n  start_ms: 191100\n  end_ms: 194100\n- text: I popped one, \"Let me go, goddammit\n  start_ms: 194100\n  end_ms: 198210\n- text: Scot free\n  start_ms: 198210\n  end_ms: 199220\n- text: Or all of these muthafuckas comin with me\"\n  start_ms: 199220\n  end_ms: 201230\n- text: All of a sudden the shit got silent\n  start_ms: 201230\n  end_ms: 204190\n- text: I remember wakin up, in an asylum\n  start_ms: 204190\n  end_ms: 207280\n- text: Bein treated like a troubled kid\n  start_ms: 207280\n  end_ms: 209170\n- text: My shirt was all bloody, and both of my wrists was slit\n  start_ms: 209170\n  end_ms: 212250\n- text: Think this is harsh? This ain't as harsh as it gets\n  start_ms: 212250\n  end_ms: 214200\n- text: No tellin what's bein thought up in the mind of a lunatic\n  start_ms: 214200\n  end_ms: 217330\n- text: (Maniac)\n  start_ms: 217330\n  end_ms: 218340\n- text: (Maniac)\n  start_ms: 218340\n  end_ms: 219360\n- text: (Ma-) (Mani-) (Maniac)\n  start_ms: 219360\n  end_ms: 220390\n- text: (I can't quit)\n  start_ms: 220390\n  end_ms: 226380\n- text: '[ VERSE 5: Willie D ]'\n  start_ms: 226380\n  end_ms: 227400\n- text: November 1st 1966\n  start_ms: 227400\n  end_ms: 229490\n- text: A damn fool was born with the mind of a lunatic\n  start_ms: 229490\n  end_ms: 233460\n- text: I shoulda been killed\n  start_ms: 233460\n  end_ms: 235440\n- text: But sister fucked around and let me live\n  start_ms: 235440\n  end_ms: 237490\n- text: Now I developped a criminal behaviour\n  start_ms: 237490\n  end_ms: 240490\n- text: Fuck with me, and I'll slay ya\n  start_ms: 240490\n  end_ms: 242530\n- text: Ass, beyond recognition, shit\n  start_ms: 242530\n  end_ms: 244500\n- text: Your dental records couldn't prove your identity, bitch\n  start_ms: 244500\n  end_ms: 247560\n- text: I beg your pardon, on talkin to borden\n  start_ms: 247560\n  end_ms: 250590\n- text: You'll never find a muthafucka, so save your milk cartons\n  start_ms: 250590\n  end_ms: 252570\n- text: Cross the line, your ass is mine\n  start_ms: 252570\n  end_ms: 255590\n- text: I don't give a fuck if you're 9 or 99\n  start_ms: 255590\n  end_ms: 258540\n- text: Blind, crippled, and crazy, don't faze me\n  start_ms: 258540\n  end_ms: 260510\n- text: Your funky ass will be pushin up daisies\n  start_ms: 260510\n  end_ms: 263610\n- text: You wanna know what makes me click?\n  start_ms: 263610\n  end_ms: 266590\n- text: My psychiatrist said I got the mind of a lunatic\n  start_ms: 266590\n  end_ms: 268410\n- text: (Let's get out of here, that guy is crazy)\n  start_ms: 268410\n  end_ms: 270430\n- text: (Ma-) (Ma-) (Ma-) (Maniac)\n  start_ms: 270430\n  end_ms: 276400\n- text: '[ VERSE 6: Willie D ]'\n  start_ms: 276400\n  end_ms: 278530\n- text: I ain't got it all, so don't fuck with me\n  start_ms: 278530\n  end_ms: 281550\n- text: Unless your ass wanna be made history\n  start_ms: 281550\n  end_ms: 284500\n- text: I'll blow your muthafuckin house up\n  start_ms: 284500\n  end_ms: 286520\n- text: And if your wife and kids are inside, they're fucked\n  start_ms: 286520\n  end_ms: 288520\n- text: I don't give a damn who I slay\n  start_ms: 288520\n  end_ms: 291560\n- text: Don't let me get a hold of some E&J\n  start_ms: 291560\n  end_ms: 294530\n- text: Cause when the shit hit the fan\n  start_ms: 294530\n  end_ms: 296660\n- text: I'll stab your ass quicker than a Mexican\n  start_ms: 296660\n  end_ms: 300500\n- text: The nightmares I leave you with on the scene\n  start_ms: 300500\n  end_ms: 301690\n- text: Will make Freddy bitch ass look like a wet dream\n  start_ms: 301690\n  end_ms: 304650\n- text: This is fact, not fictional, son of a bitch\n  start_ms: 304650\n  end_ms: 307580\n- text: I got the mind of a lunatic\n  start_ms: 307580\n  end_ms: 309600\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 309600\nplain: |-\n  (He's a paranoiac who's a menace to our society)\n\n  [ VERSE 1: Bushwick Bill ]\n  Paranoid, sittin in a deep sweat\n  Thinkin I gotta fuck somebody before the week ends\n  The sight of blood exites me, shoot you in the head\n  Sit down, and watch you bleed to death\n  I hear the sound of your last breath\n  Shouldn't have been around, I went all the way left\n  You was in the right place with me at the wrong time\n  I'm a psychopath, in a minute lose my fuckin mind\n  Calm down, back to reality\n  Don't fear death, cause I know that it's promised to me\n  Flashes, I get flashes of Jason\n  Gimme a knife, a million lives I'm wastin\n  The shadow of death follows me, I don't give a fuck\n  Pussy play Superman, your ass'll get boxed up\n  Put him in a straight jacket, the man's sick\n  This is what goes on in the mind of a lunatic\n\n  (He's a paranoiac who's a menace to our society)\n  (He's a) (He's a)\n  (He's a paranoiac who's a menace to our society)\n\n  [ VERSE 2: Bushwick Bill ]\n  Lookin through her window, now my body is warm\n  She's naked, and I'm a peepin tom\n  Her body's beautiful, so I'm thinkin rape\n  Shouldn't have had her curtains open, so that's her fate\n  Leavin out her house, grabbed the bitch by her mouth\n  Drug her back in, slammed her down on the couch\n  Whipped out my knife, said, \"If you scream, I'm cuttin\"\n  Opened her legs and commenced the fuckin\n  She begged me not to kill her, I gave her a rose\n  Then slit her throat, and watched her shake till her eyes closed\n  Had sex with the corpse before I left her\n  And drew my name on the wall like helter skelter\n  Run for shelter never crossed my mind\n  I had a guage, a grenade, and even a nine\n  Dial 911 for the bitch\n  But the cops ain't shit when they're fuckin with a lunatic\n\n  (Another innocent victim of this homicidal maniac)\n  (Maniac) (Maniac)\n  (Another innocent victim of this homicidal maniac)\n\n  [ VERSE 3: Scarface ]\n  I sit alone in my four-cornered room starin at candles\n  Dreamin of the people I've dismantled\n  I close my eyes and in the circle\n  Appears the images of sons of bitches that I murdered\n  Flashbacks of bodies bein fucked up\n  Once I attack, I'm like a pit on a rage that's goin for guts\n  Boys used to die when I'm full fo that fry\n  I be ebbin when I'm high\n  So I say 'fuck' and just let bullets fly\n  Like I said before, Scarface is my identity\n  A homicidal maniac with sucidal tendencies\n  I'm on the violent tip, so yo, get a grip\n  And bitch, come equipped, ain't takin no shit\n  Cause here comes a lunatic\n\n  [ VERSE 4: Scarface ]\n  My girl's gettin skinny, she's strung out on coke\n  So I went to her mother's house and cut out her throat\n  Her grandma was standin there, she was screamin out, \"Brad!\"\n  As she reached for the telly, I put the blade on granny's ass\n  Went to the back and grabbed a shovel\n  Now granny's on her way to meet the devil\n  Pulled out my .38 and aimed at the bitch\n  A cop says (Freeze, muthafucka!) Bitch, suck my dick\n  I said, \"Die, muthafuckas!\" as I blasted\n  Something clicked in my head, visions of bodies in plastic\n  The scent of buckshots in human flesh\n  Pigs dyin from bullet wounds to the chest\n  No sheriff's gonna take me on a road\n  Dark as fuck, and let his pistols explode\n  Fuck that, cause I ain'ts to die\n  So I reloaded my Uzi and fired up another fry\n  It got me crazy as fuck\n  A ragin psychotic full of that Angel's Dust\n  The cops had the place surrounded\n  Hunted for a way to get out - I found it\n  Innocent bystanders watch me set an example\n  I popped one, \"Let me go, goddammit\n  Scot free\n  Or all of these muthafuckas comin with me\"\n  All of a sudden the shit got silent\n  I remember wakin up, in an asylum\n  Bein treated like a troubled kid\n  My shirt was all bloody, and both of my wrists was slit\n  Think this is harsh? This ain't as harsh as it gets\n  No tellin what's bein thought up in the mind of a lunatic\n\n  (Maniac)\n  (Maniac)\n  (Ma-) (Mani-) (Maniac)\n  (I can't quit)\n\n  [ VERSE 5: Willie D ]\n  November 1st 1966\n  A damn fool was born with the mind of a lunatic\n  I shoulda been killed\n  But sister fucked around and let me live\n  Now I developped a criminal behaviour\n  Fuck with me, and I'll slay ya\n  Ass, beyond recognition, shit\n  Your dental records couldn't prove your identity, bitch\n  I beg your pardon, on talkin to borden\n  You'll never find a muthafucka, so save your milk cartons\n  Cross the line, your ass is mine\n  I don't give a fuck if you're 9 or 99\n  Blind, crippled, and crazy, don't faze me\n  Your funky ass will be pushin up daisies\n  You wanna know what makes me click?\n  My psychiatrist said I got the mind of a lunatic\n\n  (Let's get out of here, that guy is crazy)\n  (Ma-) (Ma-) (Ma-) (Maniac)\n\n  [ VERSE 6: Willie D ]\n  I ain't got it all, so don't fuck with me\n  Unless your ass wanna be made history\n  I'll blow your muthafuckin house up\n  And if your wife and kids are inside, they're fucked\n  I don't give a damn who I slay\n  Don't let me get a hold of some E&J\n  Cause when the shit hit the fan\n  I'll stab your ass quicker than a Mexican\n  The nightmares I leave you with on the scene\n  Will make Freddy bitch ass look like a wet dream\n  This is fact, not fictional, son of a bitch\n  I got the mind of a lunatic\n"},{"id":37217106,"name":"Trigga_Happy_Nigga","trackName":"Trigga_Happy_Nigga","artistName":"Geto_Boys","albumName":"Grip_It_On_The_Other_Level","duration":288.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro]\nToday's special is Geto dope processed in Fifth Ward, Texas\nWe sell so much of this until they want to know what we put in it\nOK, I'm gonna share this recipe with y'all\nHey John, gimme an ounce of that ether Fifth Ward bass\nYeah, aw yeah!\nYo Doug! Give me a half a key of uncut drums\nAw yeah! Yeah!\nSay Red, give me a pound of them horns with red (?) cents in it!\nYeah, aw yeah!\nYeah, aw yeah!\nSay fellas, give me ton of everything and cut it with the trigger happy\nMotherfuckin' Geto Boys\n\n[Verse 1: Bushwick]\nWe needed money, so I robbed a liquor store\nDown on your knees she hesitated, I kicked the whore\nWanna go for bad, bitch I go for broke\nPulled out the 9, think it's a game, she said nope\nOut comes the manager, mother' thought I was bluffin him\nShe knew I was serious, so did he when I busted him\nCome on motherfucker I ain't playin' so give it up\nShe said the cops are comin', does it look like I give a fuck!\nYou're lucky I ain't horny, I'd be rockin' ya\nShe let down her hair, pulled up her skirt and said what's stoppin' ya?\nBitch you must mistake me for a lollygag\nCuz' if I get in that ass, they'll haul me off in a body bag\nGimme the money, I'm tired of the waiting shit\nShe said the box is empty\nI said ain't that a bitch\nBack to the safe you better open it fast\nI'm gettin' tired, I'm about to melt a cap in your ass\nI got all that money that I'm live, how you figure?\nI'll forever be a trigga happy nigga\n\n[Gunshots]\nDon't fuck with me\n\n[Gunshots]\nYou die motherfucker\n\n[Verse 2: Willie D]\nDoin' crime in H-Town in my prime\nRobbed the same motherfuckas 4 or 5 times\nWhere was the cops when I was rippin' off dividends?\nOut writin' tickets to hard workin' citizens!\nThey ain't never been smart enough to catch me\nBut one day I went climbin' with a pussy\nHe got shot and hit the floor\nI ran non-stop to my god damn front door\nStashed the cash and case\nA clue led the motherfuckas to my place\nI grabbed the bill cleaned my popper\nAnd what did I hear a god damn chopper\nDamn, ain't this a bitch, the motherfucher must've snitched\nI thought about puttin some head to bed\nBut I played the stay instead\nSurrender, the last day of November, made bond the first day of December\nPromised myself when I see that snitch, I'd kill that son of a bitch!\nWe scrapped the slate every day\nI just couldn't put the fuckin' gun away\nWait a minute, I'm full of those forties,\nI caught his ass slippin' at a block party\nKilled a motherfucka as he said D please\nPut holes in his ass like rat cheese\nSquash that shit, how ya figure?\nI'll forever be a trigga happy nigga!\n\n[Gunshots]\nYou die motherfucker\n\nSay hello to my little friend\n\nDon't fuck with me\n\nYou stupid fuck\n\nYou die motherfucker\n\nSay hello to my little friend\n\n[Gunshots]\nI'll take you all to fuckin hell!\n\n[Gunshots]\nDon't fuck with me\n\nYou stupid fuck\n\n[Verse 3: Scarface]\nBoys on my corner tryin' to run a day game\nSellin that phony shit, it's white but it ain't caine\nSome stupid mother fucker said I owed him\nI ain't payin' the mother fucker I don't play and I showed him\nThat if you come and front me with that bullshit\nYou card is filed and you'll die when I pull it\nCuz life is a gamble when you fuck with a psycho\nNo pity on another it's a game, it's how life goes\nI'm hip to all the tricks of the trade\nKillin', and stealin' and gankin' niggas to get paid\nBut this time you bullshitted the bullshitter\nAnd found out that I'm a trigga happy nigga\n\nDon't fuck with me\n\nYou stupid fuck\n\nYou die motherfucker\n\nSay hello to my little friend\n\n[Gunshots]\nI'll take you all to fuckin hell!\n\nDon't fuck with me","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Trigga_Happy_Nigga\n  artist: Geto_Boys\n  album: Grip_It_On_The_Other_Level\n  duration_ms: 288000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro]\n  Today's special is Geto dope processed in Fifth Ward, Texas\n  We sell so much of this until they want to know what we put in it\n  OK, I'm gonna share this recipe with y'all\n  Hey John, gimme an ounce of that ether Fifth Ward bass\n  Yeah, aw yeah!\n  Yo Doug! Give me a half a key of uncut drums\n  Aw yeah! Yeah!\n  Say Red, give me a pound of them horns with red (?) cents in it!\n  Yeah, aw yeah!\n  Yeah, aw yeah!\n  Say fellas, give me ton of everything and cut it with the trigger happy\n  Motherfuckin' Geto Boys\n\n  [Verse 1: Bushwick]\n  We needed money, so I robbed a liquor store\n  Down on your knees she hesitated, I kicked the whore\n  Wanna go for bad, bitch I go for broke\n  Pulled out the 9, think it's a game, she said nope\n  Out comes the manager, mother' thought I was bluffin him\n  She knew I was serious, so did he when I busted him\n  Come on motherfucker I ain't playin' so give it up\n  She said the cops are comin', does it look like I give a fuck!\n  You're lucky I ain't horny, I'd be rockin' ya\n  She let down her hair, pulled up her skirt and said what's stoppin' ya?\n  Bitch you must mistake me for a lollygag\n  Cuz' if I get in that ass, they'll haul me off in a body bag\n  Gimme the money, I'm tired of the waiting shit\n  She said the box is empty\n  I said ain't that a bitch\n  Back to the safe you better open it fast\n  I'm gettin' tired, I'm about to melt a cap in your ass\n  I got all that money that I'm live, how you figure?\n  I'll forever be a trigga happy nigga\n\n  [Gunshots]\n  Don't fuck with me\n\n  [Gunshots]\n  You die motherfucker\n\n  [Verse 2: Willie D]\n  Doin' crime in H-Town in my prime\n  Robbed the same motherfuckas 4 or 5 times\n  Where was the cops when I was rippin' off dividends?\n  Out writin' tickets to hard workin' citizens!\n  They ain't never been smart enough to catch me\n  But one day I went climbin' with a pussy\n  He got shot and hit the floor\n  I ran non-stop to my god damn front door\n  Stashed the cash and case\n  A clue led the motherfuckas to my place\n  I grabbed the bill cleaned my popper\n  And what did I hear a god damn chopper\n  Damn, ain't this a bitch, the motherfucher must've snitched\n  I thought about puttin some head to bed\n  But I played the stay instead\n  Surrender, the last day of November, made bond the first day of December\n  Promised myself when I see that snitch, I'd kill that son of a bitch!\n  We scrapped the slate every day\n  I just couldn't put the fuckin' gun away\n  Wait a minute, I'm full of those forties,\n  I caught his ass slippin' at a block party\n  Killed a motherfucka as he said D please\n  Put holes in his ass like rat cheese\n  Squash that shit, how ya figure?\n  I'll forever be a trigga happy nigga!\n\n  [Gunshots]\n  You die motherfucker\n\n  Say hello to my little friend\n\n  Don't fuck with me\n\n  You stupid fuck\n\n  You die motherfucker\n\n  Say hello to my little friend\n\n  [Gunshots]\n  I'll take you all to fuckin hell!\n\n  [Gunshots]\n  Don't fuck with me\n\n  You stupid fuck\n\n  [Verse 3: Scarface]\n  Boys on my corner tryin' to run a day game\n  Sellin that phony shit, it's white but it ain't caine\n  Some stupid mother fucker said I owed him\n  I ain't payin' the mother fucker I don't play and I showed him\n  That if you come and front me with that bullshit\n  You card is filed and you'll die when I pull it\n  Cuz life is a gamble when you fuck with a psycho\n  No pity on another it's a game, it's how life goes\n  I'm hip to all the tricks of the trade\n  Killin', and stealin' and gankin' niggas to get paid\n  But this time you bullshitted the bullshitter\n  And found out that I'm a trigga happy nigga\n\n  Don't fuck with me\n\n  You stupid fuck\n\n  You die motherfucker\n\n  Say hello to my little friend\n\n  [Gunshots]\n  I'll take you all to fuckin hell!\n\n  Don't fuck with me\n"},{"id":27815327,"name":"Size_Ain't_Shit","trackName":"Size_Ain't_Shit","artistName":"Geto_Boys","albumName":"Grip_It_On_The_Other_Level","duration":221.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo Bushwick, whaddya do when m'fuckas underestimate your size man?\nFirst of all I laugh\n(Then what?)\nSmash their ass like a goddamn carcrash\nSo if you wanna try your luck\nC'mon...play pussy'n'get fucked\nAss-hole snicker and get beat\nYour a bad motherfucker if you dare to compete\nCause Diana Ross be comin' at your ass fool\nAnd have you singing the blues\nTo all now bicker and I'll pound\nLet's go around\nImma take ya, shake ya\nThen brake ya down\nAnd if you kick Imma pick up a stick\nAnd beat your ass to the size of your dick\nAnd that's small\nAnd you think you're mackin' when you're lackin?\nBushwick is packin!\nI'll show your girl how a real man feels\nLarge things come in very small packages\nAnd while your gettin' on your knees to fuck\nA nigga like me's still standin' up\nAny bitch will tell you:\nAs long as he has a big dick, size ain't shit\nLiftin weights'll make you bigger\nBut lift me you'll be a dead-ass nigga\nYou wanna squabble coz ya think you're tougher?\n(Automatic unloading) squabble that motherfucker!\nThose are called bullets, they got 'em in every state\nTo keep niggaz like you in place\nAnd since I'm a trigga happy nigga\nLook for your place to be in a\nCemetery, you goddamn sucka\nLying next to another bad motherfucka\nReputation ain't shit coz see:\nWhat you done did in the past don't excite me\nV-I-see-T-O-are-why\nYou can't have it...na-na-na-na-na!\nAny motherfucker wanna get with Bushwick?\nBring it on 'cause your size ain't shit!\nI been a stupid-ass motherfucker ever since\nI been a stupid-ass motherfucker ever since\nI been a stupid-ass motherfucker ever since\nThe penitentiary became my residence\nIt wasn't nothin' for me to disfigure\nYou little nickle-and-dime-assed niggaz\nShank a motherfucker in a minute\nAnd if a riot was goin' down I was in it,\nGet off work and discuss my pardon\nChill out and smoke weed with tha warden\nTake a motherfucker like you\nAnd without remorse this is what I'll do:\nPunk you out and make you be my bitch\nAnd let a nig get shit on his dick for 1 cigarette!!\nAny harder then my dick and you're talkin' shit\nCarry on motherfucker-\nBefore the state convict me of assult or something hyper\nAnd I'll end up right back at Riker's, Like a sniper\nI'm scoping you out,\nYou won't even know when I'm takin' your ass out,\nI'm equipt and viscious, tolerate no misses,\nRougher than Ulysses when it comes to bitches\nBitch, yea I'm talking to you, some a y'all niggaz are bitches too\nYou gotta be crazy as hell to try ta fuck up ******\n**** 'cause your size ain't shit.\nSome stupid motherfucker said he had an advantage\nFuck my size, you wanna do damage?\nContestant number one c'mon down!\nYou're the next motherfucker Imma clown\nSo don't get excited like your bid is exact\nCause you ain't winnin' shit but a goddamn smack\nWhen I throw a motherfuckin' right cross\nAnd slap the taste out your goddamn mouth\nNow where's the height comin' from?\nDon't make me use this goddamn gun\nCause I'll give your ass hell then charge ya rent\nFuck you up like a goddamn accident\nInnocent is how I look\nCause a nigga this size ain't supposed to cook\nYou took me for a sucker that day...\nSo bitch you find out the hard way:\nSize ain't shit!!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Size_Ain't_Shit\n  artist: Geto_Boys\n  album: Grip_It_On_The_Other_Level\n  duration_ms: 221000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo Bushwick, whaddya do when m'fuckas underestimate your size man?\n  First of all I laugh\n  (Then what?)\n  Smash their ass like a goddamn carcrash\n  So if you wanna try your luck\n  C'mon...play pussy'n'get fucked\n  Ass-hole snicker and get beat\n  Your a bad motherfucker if you dare to compete\n  Cause Diana Ross be comin' at your ass fool\n  And have you singing the blues\n  To all now bicker and I'll pound\n  Let's go around\n  Imma take ya, shake ya\n  Then brake ya down\n  And if you kick Imma pick up a stick\n  And beat your ass to the size of your dick\n  And that's small\n  And you think you're mackin' when you're lackin?\n  Bushwick is packin!\n  I'll show your girl how a real man feels\n  Large things come in very small packages\n  And while your gettin' on your knees to fuck\n  A nigga like me's still standin' up\n  Any bitch will tell you:\n  As long as he has a big dick, size ain't shit\n  Liftin weights'll make you bigger\n  But lift me you'll be a dead-ass nigga\n  You wanna squabble coz ya think you're tougher?\n  (Automatic unloading) squabble that motherfucker!\n  Those are called bullets, they got 'em in every state\n  To keep niggaz like you in place\n  And since I'm a trigga happy nigga\n  Look for your place to be in a\n  Cemetery, you goddamn sucka\n  Lying next to another bad motherfucka\n  Reputation ain't shit coz see:\n  What you done did in the past don't excite me\n  V-I-see-T-O-are-why\n  You can't have it...na-na-na-na-na!\n  Any motherfucker wanna get with Bushwick?\n  Bring it on 'cause your size ain't shit!\n  I been a stupid-ass motherfucker ever since\n  I been a stupid-ass motherfucker ever since\n  I been a stupid-ass motherfucker ever since\n  The penitentiary became my residence\n  It wasn't nothin' for me to disfigure\n  You little nickle-and-dime-assed niggaz\n  Shank a motherfucker in a minute\n  And if a riot was goin' down I was in it,\n  Get off work and discuss my pardon\n  Chill out and smoke weed with tha warden\n  Take a motherfucker like you\n  And without remorse this is what I'll do:\n  Punk you out and make you be my bitch\n  And let a nig get shit on his dick for 1 cigarette!!\n  Any harder then my dick and you're talkin' shit\n  Carry on motherfucker-\n  Before the state convict me of assult or something hyper\n  And I'll end up right back at Riker's, Like a sniper\n  I'm scoping you out,\n  You won't even know when I'm takin' your ass out,\n  I'm equipt and viscious, tolerate no misses,\n  Rougher than Ulysses when it comes to bitches\n  Bitch, yea I'm talking to you, some a y'all niggaz are bitches too\n  You gotta be crazy as hell to try ta fuck up ******\n  **** 'cause your size ain't shit.\n  Some stupid motherfucker said he had an advantage\n  Fuck my size, you wanna do damage?\n  Contestant number one c'mon down!\n  You're the next motherfucker Imma clown\n  So don't get excited like your bid is exact\n  Cause you ain't winnin' shit but a goddamn smack\n  When I throw a motherfuckin' right cross\n  And slap the taste out your goddamn mouth\n  Now where's the height comin' from?\n  Don't make me use this goddamn gun\n  Cause I'll give your ass hell then charge ya rent\n  Fuck you up like a goddamn accident\n  Innocent is how I look\n  Cause a nigga this size ain't supposed to cook\n  You took me for a sucker that day...\n  So bitch you find out the hard way:\n  Size ain't shit!!\n"},{"id":1425701,"name":"Life In The Fast Lane","trackName":"Life In The Fast Lane","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"Grip It! On That Other Level (explicit)","duration":195.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Scarface:]\nLife in the fast lane, no time for the slow\nSome people slang 'caine, thinkin the money'll flow\nBut brothers gangbang, robbin people for dough\nGet out the chain gang, or your freedom'll go\nStand on the sidewalks, with a fistful of crack\nWatchin the guys talk, your boys watch your back\nThis game is dangerous, you're livin in fear\nYou pack a 9 for insurance to give the geekers a scare\nHe needs a 20, sell him a 10 and a half\nAnd he'll be fiendin and dreamin you'll take his 20 and laugh\nContinue slangin, makin all you can make\nYou hear a [sirens] that's the law gotta break\nHop in the Beemer, and roll up the glass\nYou put your car in reverse to make your getaway fast\nNow they're suspicious - how could he be clean?\nHe packs a beeper, drives a Beemer, and he's only 19\nYo let's harass him, to see what he's got\nWhat started off as a game ended the lives of 2 cops\nLife in the fast lane\n\nAnother hot spot, you screech to a halt\nYo look what I've got, then reach for the wall\nThey find the product, and the cops'll say OHHHHHHH~!\nThey'll put your butt in the bump\nRoll to the station, yo captain whassup?\nI caught this brother on the cut, we gotta lock this boy up\nStraight to the jail cell, no 9 or a clip\nAnd the ones you triple-crossed'll want revenge so get hip\nOut in an hour, on your way to the pad\nA copper starts to trail you, now you're sweatin bad\nTurn on his flashers, you stop Tommy Tucker\nHe stuck his head in the window so you shot him like a sucker\nFell to the pavement, blood pourin on the cement\nThere's witnesses standin by and you knew that he seen it\nBack on the run again, and the boys on your block\nWas blabbin all to the cops about the people you shot\nDid you get nervous, well why continue your route?\nWhen you know that normal folks don't chill with blood on their suits\nTook off his jacket, flung to the back\nGrabbin a pull from the pack, I gotta break I get back\nRight to his rock spot, before the brother got shot\nHe tried to sell 2 ki's to Tony that was filled full of sheet rock\nBumped off~! They ain't let him slide\nNow his family's tryin to figure out the reason he died\n... But that's the name of the game\nWay he died was a shame, pushin 'caine\n... Life in the fast lane\n\nI remember fast times, sellin dope was my pasttime\nLife in the fast lane, while countin cash I'd\nSit back and wonder, what would become of me\nThe fiends would see the Beemer comin, and then they'd run to me\nStep out the vehicle, yo what you need Joe?\nI need a 20 and a nickel bag of weed bro\nMake the sale then I'd bail out\nNow it's time to get the hell out\nEvery day was the same thing, dopefiends named me\nBig Crack Ak cause I sold 'caine mainly\nOut of the big I had the biggest\nRocks on the block, so check it out yo money dig this\nIt was the purest in the rock form, the only way I sell it\nNo cuts, uh-uh, no B-12 to swell it\nI got lucky made it out of the game\n... Life in the fast lane","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Life In The Fast Lane\n  artist: Geto Boys\n  album: Grip It! On That Other Level (explicit)\n  duration_ms: 195000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Scarface:]\n  Life in the fast lane, no time for the slow\n  Some people slang 'caine, thinkin the money'll flow\n  But brothers gangbang, robbin people for dough\n  Get out the chain gang, or your freedom'll go\n  Stand on the sidewalks, with a fistful of crack\n  Watchin the guys talk, your boys watch your back\n  This game is dangerous, you're livin in fear\n  You pack a 9 for insurance to give the geekers a scare\n  He needs a 20, sell him a 10 and a half\n  And he'll be fiendin and dreamin you'll take his 20 and laugh\n  Continue slangin, makin all you can make\n  You hear a [sirens] that's the law gotta break\n  Hop in the Beemer, and roll up the glass\n  You put your car in reverse to make your getaway fast\n  Now they're suspicious - how could he be clean?\n  He packs a beeper, drives a Beemer, and he's only 19\n  Yo let's harass him, to see what he's got\n  What started off as a game ended the lives of 2 cops\n  Life in the fast lane\n\n  Another hot spot, you screech to a halt\n  Yo look what I've got, then reach for the wall\n  They find the product, and the cops'll say OHHHHHHH~!\n  They'll put your butt in the bump\n  Roll to the station, yo captain whassup?\n  I caught this brother on the cut, we gotta lock this boy up\n  Straight to the jail cell, no 9 or a clip\n  And the ones you triple-crossed'll want revenge so get hip\n  Out in an hour, on your way to the pad\n  A copper starts to trail you, now you're sweatin bad\n  Turn on his flashers, you stop Tommy Tucker\n  He stuck his head in the window so you shot him like a sucker\n  Fell to the pavement, blood pourin on the cement\n  There's witnesses standin by and you knew that he seen it\n  Back on the run again, and the boys on your block\n  Was blabbin all to the cops about the people you shot\n  Did you get nervous, well why continue your route?\n  When you know that normal folks don't chill with blood on their suits\n  Took off his jacket, flung to the back\n  Grabbin a pull from the pack, I gotta break I get back\n  Right to his rock spot, before the brother got shot\n  He tried to sell 2 ki's to Tony that was filled full of sheet rock\n  Bumped off~! They ain't let him slide\n  Now his family's tryin to figure out the reason he died\n  ... But that's the name of the game\n  Way he died was a shame, pushin 'caine\n  ... Life in the fast lane\n\n  I remember fast times, sellin dope was my pasttime\n  Life in the fast lane, while countin cash I'd\n  Sit back and wonder, what would become of me\n  The fiends would see the Beemer comin, and then they'd run to me\n  Step out the vehicle, yo what you need Joe?\n  I need a 20 and a nickel bag of weed bro\n  Make the sale then I'd bail out\n  Now it's time to get the hell out\n  Every day was the same thing, dopefiends named me\n  Big Crack Ak cause I sold 'caine mainly\n  Out of the big I had the biggest\n  Rocks on the block, so check it out yo money dig this\n  It was the purest in the rock form, the only way I sell it\n  No cuts, uh-uh, no B-12 to swell it\n  I got lucky made it out of the game\n  ... Life in the fast lane\n"}]