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Backbone","albumName":"World Party","duration":180.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The Y foldin', illegal substance controllin'\nStill out do' rollin'\nThe Y foldin', illegal substance controllin'\nStill out do' rollin'\n\nNow here's the game, but gimme the biz while I send my word\nA slightly packed, nigga that's bigger than\nBigger than bigger than bigger than oh\n'Cause I got to eat too\nWhile I catch up like hounds on a hunt for my family tree\nEast to the West to the South, it's rooted in this red clay\nAnd everything I get up, the work for ave to the bone\nSo I can purchase me a home in the gut of the woods to be\nA packer, I still smoke\n\nSlow rollin', everybody in this click holdin'\n\nAnd if they be ridin', it's stolen\n\nAnd you can tell when a nigga on round here\nHis neck and his wrists be all frozen\nYou woke up bustin' Glocks on fool caught you dozin'\n\nOut on the Ave, posin'\nBut you ain't no more good like a used up Trojan\nYou horsin' around, now your spot finna be closin' down\nWe bring them guns, you tote them roses\nAnd this is exposure, picture 'til you're swollen\nNow here, put some ice on that\nWork with me, jack, headcrack, now pick up\n\nThe Y foldin', illegal substance controllin'\nStill out do' rollin'\nThe Y foldin', illegal substance controllin'\nStill out do' rollin'\n\nHold up, wait up, Gipp swoll in here\nMy eyes gettin' little and it's hard to steer\nReverse age can't wait, communicate, Nextel\nKept my money in the floor so I can jump bail\nAnd anything you got from me, just hold\n'Cause I'll be back one day to get them fold\nTake a second to regroup, get back in the loop\nSee the veins never change, only products have the name\n\nYou ain't that old, wanna play me cold\nWanna treat me like a lame, wanna snatch my gold\nSee, I was raised by a man, so a man you see\nCame up in the trails of Fulton County\nHard top for the winter, soft top for the summer\n\nIf we caught wrong in the streets, we\nSome runners from the street corners\n\nThe Y foldin', illegal substance controllin'\nStill out do' rollin'\nThe Y foldin', illegal substance controllin'\nStill out do' rollin'\n\nThe Y foldin', illegal substance controllin'\nStill out do' rollin'\nThe Y foldin', illegal substance controllin'\nStill out do' rollin'\n\nThe Y foldin', illegal substance controllin'\nStill out do' rollin'\nThe Y foldin', illegal substance controllin'\nStill out do' rollin'\n\nThe Y foldin', illegal substance controllin'\nStill out do' rollin'\nThe Y foldin', illegal substance controllin'\nStill out do' rollin'\nThe Y foldin', illegal substance controllin'\nStill out do' rollin'\nThe Y foldin', illegal substance controllin'\nStill out do' rollin'","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Street Corner\n  artist: Goodie Mob feat. 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