[{"id":39588837,"name":"Chrome & Paint - Ice Cube ft WC","trackName":"Chrome & Paint - Ice Cube ft WC","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"Laugh Now, Cry Later","duration":208.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yay-YAY! Cali-forn-yi-aye\nSunday afternoon baby, pull it out\nWhip it out, pull it out, drive it out, drop it out\nYou know! Let 'em know\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nI am the wrong nigga, too fuckin grown nigga\nTo go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha ho nigga\nI got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter\nThe deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggas\nRetire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun\nKillin niggas for fun, these rappers is done\nThe bigger they come, the harder they fall\nI burn like the sun, continue to ball\nHe's got nuts and plus the Don touch\nAnd split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch\nHe's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts\nJust back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut\nCain't fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck\nThat niggas, really love him and tear the city up\nUhh, even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\nThem nigga know how I act in the low-low\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nI'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch\nOff my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch\nUnder the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma\nPlay with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin flowers\nI put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks\nHittin the switch, makin the fo' hopscotch\nRollin up imperial in dickie material\nAll in your periphreal, throwin shells at your vehicle\nClipped up, pimped up, big chipped up\nStacy Adams tips spiffed up, golf hat flipped up\nI blow yo' ass off the map, fuck with Dub\nI'll have yo' ass rollin home with windshield glass on your lap\nFuck rap, I'm wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs\nLaughin at you niggas on MTV Cribs\nI got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank\nHood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nStreet lights (woop woop)\nStreet lights (woop woop)\nEven though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\nThem nigga know how I act in the low-low\nSlow mo', nigga check out my promo\nYou mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nStreet lights...","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.05] Yay-YAY! Cali-forn-yi-aye\n[00:03.35] Sunday afternoon baby, pull it out\n[00:06.03] Whip it out, pull it out, drive it out, drop it out\n[00:08.98] You know! Let 'em know\n[00:11.94] I got chrome and paint\n[00:13.39] Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n[00:16.62] Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n[00:19.04] Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n[00:21.68] Street lights - dance on paint\n[00:24.55] Street lights - dance on chrome\n[00:27.03] Street lights - get a nigga home\n[00:30.23] You can die in these streets all alone\n[00:32.38] I am the wrong nigga, too fuckin grown nigga\n[00:34.95] To go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha ho nigga\n[00:37.66] I got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter\n[00:40.37] The deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggas\n[00:43.12] Retire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun\n[00:46.41] Killin niggas for fun, these rappers is done\n[00:49.31] The bigger they come, the harder they fall\n[00:52.04] I burn like the sun, continue to ball\n[00:54.36] He's got nuts and plus the Don touch\n[00:56.62] And split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch\n[00:59.22] He's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts\n[01:01.93] Just back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut\n[01:04.51] Cain't fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck\n[01:07.27] That niggas, really love him and tear the city up\n[01:10.73] Uhh, even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\n[01:13.23] Them nigga know how I act in the low-low\n[01:16.63] I got chrome and paint\n[01:18.08] Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n[01:20.85] Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n[01:23.79] Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n[01:26.34] Street lights - dance on paint\n[01:29.29] Street lights - dance on chrome\n[01:31.77] Street lights - get a nigga home\n[01:34.98] You can die in these streets all alone\n[01:37.28] I'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch\n[01:39.70] Off my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch\n[01:43.03] Under the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma\n[01:45.47] Play with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin flowers\n[01:48.46] I put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks\n[01:51.16] Hittin the switch, makin the fo' hopscotch\n[01:53.51] Rollin up imperial in dickie material\n[01:56.94] All in your periphreal, throwin shells at your vehicle\n[01:58.92] Clipped up, pimped up, big chipped up\n[02:01.17] Stacy Adams tips spiffed up, golf hat flipped up\n[02:04.51] I blow yo' ass off the map, fuck with Dub\n[02:06.55] I'll have yo' ass rollin home with windshield glass on your lap\n[02:10.49] Fuck rap, I'm wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs\n[02:12.83] Laughin at you niggas on MTV Cribs\n[02:15.39] I got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank\n[02:17.85] Hood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon\n[02:21.36] I got chrome and paint\n[02:22.81] Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n[02:26.18] Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n[02:28.48] Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n[02:31.09] Street lights - dance on paint\n[02:33.91] Street lights - dance on chrome\n[02:36.50] Street lights - get a nigga home\n[02:39.62] You can die in these streets all alone\n[02:41.89] Street lights (woop woop)\n[02:47.26] Street lights (woop woop)\n[02:53.22] Even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\n[02:55.03] Them nigga know how I act in the low-low\n[02:58.45] Slow mo', nigga check out my promo\n[03:01.10] You mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo\n[03:04.51] I got chrome and paint\n[03:06.04] Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n[03:08.70] Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n[03:11.64] Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n[03:14.22] Street lights - dance on paint\n[03:17.17] Street lights - dance on chrome\n[03:19.61] Street lights - get a nigga home\n[03:22.83] You can die in these streets all alone\n[03:24.92] Street lights...\n[03:27.63] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Chrome & Paint - Ice Cube ft WC\n  artist: Ice Cube\n  album: Laugh Now, Cry Later\n  duration_ms: 207651\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yay-YAY! 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Cali-forn-yi-aye\n  Sunday afternoon baby, pull it out\n  Whip it out, pull it out, drive it out, drop it out\n  You know! Let 'em know\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  I am the wrong nigga, too fuckin grown nigga\n  To go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha ho nigga\n  I got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter\n  The deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggas\n  Retire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun\n  Killin niggas for fun, these rappers is done\n  The bigger they come, the harder they fall\n  I burn like the sun, continue to ball\n  He's got nuts and plus the Don touch\n  And split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch\n  He's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts\n  Just back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut\n  Cain't fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck\n  That niggas, really love him and tear the city up\n  Uhh, even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\n  Them nigga know how I act in the low-low\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  I'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch\n  Off my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch\n  Under the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma\n  Play with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin flowers\n  I put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks\n  Hittin the switch, makin the fo' hopscotch\n  Rollin up imperial in dickie material\n  All in your periphreal, throwin shells at your vehicle\n  Clipped up, pimped up, big chipped up\n  Stacy Adams tips spiffed up, golf hat flipped up\n  I blow yo' ass off the map, fuck with Dub\n  I'll have yo' ass rollin home with windshield glass on your lap\n  Fuck rap, I'm wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs\n  Laughin at you niggas on MTV Cribs\n  I got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank\n  Hood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  Street lights (woop woop)\n  Street lights (woop woop)\n  Even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\n  Them nigga know how I act in the low-low\n  Slow mo', nigga check out my promo\n  You mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  Street lights...\n"},{"id":7085873,"name":"Chrome & Paint","trackName":"Chrome & Paint","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"Laugh Now, Cry Later","duration":208.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yay-YAY! Cali-forn-yi-aye\nSunday afternoon baby, pull it out\nWhip it out, pull it out, drive it out, drop it out\nYou know! Let 'em know\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nI am the wrong nigga, too fuckin grown nigga\nTo go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha ho nigga\nI got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter\nThe deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggas\nRetire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun\nKillin niggas for fun, these rappers is done\nThe bigger they come, the harder they fall\nI burn like the sun, continue to ball\nHe's got nuts and plus the Don touch\nAnd split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch\nHe's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts\nJust back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut\nCain't fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck\nThat niggas, really love him and tear the city up\nUhh, even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\nThem nigga know how I act in the low-low\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nI'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch\nOff my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch\nUnder the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma\nPlay with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin flowers\nI put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks\nHittin the switch, makin the fo' hopscotch\nRollin up imperial in dickie material\nAll in your periphreal, throwin shells at your vehicle\nClipped up, pimped up, big chipped up\nStacy Adams tips spiffed up, golf hat flipped up\nI blow yo' ass off the map, fuck with Dub\nI'll have yo' ass rollin home with windshield glass on your lap\nFuck rap, I'm wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs\nLaughin at you niggas on MTV Cribs\nI got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank\nHood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nStreet lights (woop woop)\nStreet lights (woop woop)\nEven though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\nThem nigga know how I act in the low-low\nSlow mo', nigga check out my promo\nYou mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nStreet lights...","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.54] Yay-YAY! Cali-forn-yi-aye\n[00:04.49] Sunday afternoon baby, pull it out\n[00:05.64] Whip it out, pull it out, drive it out, drop it out\n[00:07.83] You know! 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Cali-forn-yi-aye\n  Sunday afternoon baby, pull it out\n  Whip it out, pull it out, drive it out, drop it out\n  You know! Let 'em know\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  I am the wrong nigga, too fuckin grown nigga\n  To go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha ho nigga\n  I got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter\n  The deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggas\n  Retire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun\n  Killin niggas for fun, these rappers is done\n  The bigger they come, the harder they fall\n  I burn like the sun, continue to ball\n  He's got nuts and plus the Don touch\n  And split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch\n  He's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts\n  Just back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut\n  Cain't fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck\n  That niggas, really love him and tear the city up\n  Uhh, even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\n  Them nigga know how I act in the low-low\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  I'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch\n  Off my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch\n  Under the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma\n  Play with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin flowers\n  I put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks\n  Hittin the switch, makin the fo' hopscotch\n  Rollin up imperial in dickie material\n  All in your periphreal, throwin shells at your vehicle\n  Clipped up, pimped up, big chipped up\n  Stacy Adams tips spiffed up, golf hat flipped up\n  I blow yo' ass off the map, fuck with Dub\n  I'll have yo' ass rollin home with windshield glass on your lap\n  Fuck rap, I'm wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs\n  Laughin at you niggas on MTV Cribs\n  I got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank\n  Hood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  Street lights (woop woop)\n  Street lights (woop woop)\n  Even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\n  Them nigga know how I act in the low-low\n  Slow mo', nigga check out my promo\n  You mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  Street lights...\n"},{"id":19242523,"name":"Chrome & Paint","trackName":"Chrome & Paint","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"Laugh Now, Cry Later","duration":211.5215,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yay-YAY! Cali-forn-yi-aye\nSunday afternoon baby, pull it out\nWhip it out, pull it out, drive it out, drop it out\nYou know! Let 'em know\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nI am the wrong nigga, too fuckin grown nigga\nTo go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha ho nigga\nI got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter\nThe deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggas\nRetire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun\nKillin niggas for fun, these rappers is done\nThe bigger they come, the harder they fall\nI burn like the sun, continue to ball\nHe's got nuts and plus the Don touch\nAnd split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch\nHe's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts\nJust back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut\nCain't fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck\nThat niggas, really love him and tear the city up\nUhh, even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\nThem nigga know how I act in the low-low\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nI'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch\nOff my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch\nUnder the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma\nPlay with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin flowers\nI put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks\nHittin the switch, makin the fo' hopscotch\nRollin up imperial in dickie material\nAll in your periphreal, throwin shells at your vehicle\nClipped up, pimped up, big chipped up\nStacy Adams tips spiffed up, golf hat flipped up\nI blow yo' ass off the map, fuck with Dub\nI'll have yo' ass rollin home with windshield glass on your lap\nFuck rap, I'm wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs\nLaughin at you niggas on MTV Cribs\nI got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank\nHood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nStreet lights (woop woop)\nStreet lights (woop woop)\nEven though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\nThem nigga know how I act in the low-low\nSlow mo', nigga check out my promo\nYou mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nStreet lights...","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.54] Yay-YAY! Cali-forn-yi-aye\n[00:04.49] Sunday afternoon baby, pull it out\n[00:05.64] Whip it out, pull it out, drive it out, drop it out\n[00:07.83] You know! 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Cali-forn-yi-aye\n  Sunday afternoon baby, pull it out\n  Whip it out, pull it out, drive it out, drop it out\n  You know! Let 'em know\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  I am the wrong nigga, too fuckin grown nigga\n  To go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha ho nigga\n  I got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter\n  The deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggas\n  Retire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun\n  Killin niggas for fun, these rappers is done\n  The bigger they come, the harder they fall\n  I burn like the sun, continue to ball\n  He's got nuts and plus the Don touch\n  And split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch\n  He's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts\n  Just back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut\n  Cain't fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck\n  That niggas, really love him and tear the city up\n  Uhh, even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\n  Them nigga know how I act in the low-low\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  I'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch\n  Off my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch\n  Under the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma\n  Play with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin flowers\n  I put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks\n  Hittin the switch, makin the fo' hopscotch\n  Rollin up imperial in dickie material\n  All in your periphreal, throwin shells at your vehicle\n  Clipped up, pimped up, big chipped up\n  Stacy Adams tips spiffed up, golf hat flipped up\n  I blow yo' ass off the map, fuck with Dub\n  I'll have yo' ass rollin home with windshield glass on your lap\n  Fuck rap, I'm wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs\n  Laughin at you niggas on MTV Cribs\n  I got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank\n  Hood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  Street lights (woop woop)\n  Street lights (woop woop)\n  Even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\n  Them nigga know how I act in the low-low\n  Slow mo', nigga check out my promo\n  You mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  Street lights...\n"},{"id":28539108,"name":"Chrome & Paint","trackName":"Chrome & Paint","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"DJ Envy-Westside Story","duration":162.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yay-YAY! Cali-forn-yi-aye\nSunday afternoon baby, pull it out\nWhip it out, pull it out, drive it out, drop it out\nYou know! Let 'em know\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nI am the wrong nigga, too fuckin grown nigga\nTo go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha ho nigga\nI got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter\nThe deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggas\nRetire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun\nKillin niggas for fun, these rappers is done\nThe bigger they come, the harder they fall\nI burn like the sun, continue to ball\nHe's got nuts and plus the Don touch\nAnd split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch\nHe's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts\nJust back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut\nCain't fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck\nThat niggas, really love him and tear the city up\nUhh, even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\nThem nigga know how I act in the low-low\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nI'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch\nOff my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch\nUnder the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma\nPlay with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin flowers\nI put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks\nHittin the switch, makin the fo' hopscotch\nRollin up imperial in dickie material\nAll in your periphreal, throwin shells at your vehicle\nClipped up, pimped up, big chipped up\nStacy Adams tips spiffed up, golf hat flipped up\nI blow yo' ass off the map, fuck with Dub\nI'll have yo' ass rollin home with windshield glass on your lap\nFuck rap, I'm wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs\nLaughin at you niggas on MTV Cribs\nI got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank\nHood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nStreet lights (woop woop)\nStreet lights (woop woop)\nEven though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\nThem nigga know how I act in the low-low\nSlow mo', nigga check out my promo\nYou mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nStreet lights...","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.54] Yay-YAY! Cali-forn-yi-aye\n[00:04.49] Sunday afternoon baby, pull it out\n[00:05.64] Whip it out, pull it out, drive it out, drop it out\n[00:07.83] You know! 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Cali-forn-yi-aye\n  Sunday afternoon baby, pull it out\n  Whip it out, pull it out, drive it out, drop it out\n  You know! Let 'em know\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  I am the wrong nigga, too fuckin grown nigga\n  To go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha ho nigga\n  I got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter\n  The deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggas\n  Retire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun\n  Killin niggas for fun, these rappers is done\n  The bigger they come, the harder they fall\n  I burn like the sun, continue to ball\n  He's got nuts and plus the Don touch\n  And split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch\n  He's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts\n  Just back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut\n  Cain't fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck\n  That niggas, really love him and tear the city up\n  Uhh, even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\n  Them nigga know how I act in the low-low\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  I'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch\n  Off my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch\n  Under the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma\n  Play with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin flowers\n  I put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks\n  Hittin the switch, makin the fo' hopscotch\n  Rollin up imperial in dickie material\n  All in your periphreal, throwin shells at your vehicle\n  Clipped up, pimped up, big chipped up\n  Stacy Adams tips spiffed up, golf hat flipped up\n  I blow yo' ass off the map, fuck with Dub\n  I'll have yo' ass rollin home with windshield glass on your lap\n  Fuck rap, I'm wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs\n  Laughin at you niggas on MTV Cribs\n  I got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank\n  Hood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  Street lights (woop woop)\n  Street lights (woop woop)\n  Even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\n  Them nigga know how I act in the low-low\n  Slow mo', nigga check out my promo\n  You mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  Street lights...\n"},{"id":7926999,"name":"Chrome & Paint","trackName":"Chrome & Paint","artistName":"Ice Cube/WC","albumName":"Laugh Now, Cry Later","duration":208.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yay-YAY! Cali-forn-yi-aye\nSunday afternoon baby, pull it out\nWhip it out, pull it out, drive it out, drop it out\nYou know! Let 'em know\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nI am the wrong nigga, too fuckin grown nigga\nTo go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha ho nigga\nI got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter\nThe deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggas\nRetire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun\nKillin niggas for fun, these rappers is done\nThe bigger they come, the harder they fall\nI burn like the sun, continue to ball\nHe's got nuts and plus the Don touch\nAnd split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch\nHe's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts\nJust back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut\nCain't fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck\nThat niggas, really love him and tear the city up\nUhh, even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\nThem nigga know how I act in the low-low\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nI'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch\nOff my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch\nUnder the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma\nPlay with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin flowers\nI put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks\nHittin the switch, makin the fo' hopscotch\nRollin up imperial in dickie material\nAll in your periphreal, throwin shells at your vehicle\nClipped up, pimped up, big chipped up\nStacy Adams tips spiffed up, golf hat flipped up\nI blow yo' ass off the map, fuck with Dub\nI'll have yo' ass rollin home with windshield glass on your lap\nFuck rap, I'm wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs\nLaughin at you niggas on MTV Cribs\nI got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank\nHood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nStreet lights (woop woop)\nStreet lights (woop woop)\nEven though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\nThem nigga know how I act in the low-low\nSlow mo', nigga check out my promo\nYou mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nStreet lights...","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.54] Yay-YAY! Cali-forn-yi-aye\n[00:04.49] Sunday afternoon baby, pull it out\n[00:05.64] Whip it out, pull it out, drive it out, drop it out\n[00:07.83] You know! 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Cali-forn-yi-aye\n  Sunday afternoon baby, pull it out\n  Whip it out, pull it out, drive it out, drop it out\n  You know! Let 'em know\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  I am the wrong nigga, too fuckin grown nigga\n  To go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha ho nigga\n  I got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter\n  The deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggas\n  Retire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun\n  Killin niggas for fun, these rappers is done\n  The bigger they come, the harder they fall\n  I burn like the sun, continue to ball\n  He's got nuts and plus the Don touch\n  And split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch\n  He's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts\n  Just back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut\n  Cain't fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck\n  That niggas, really love him and tear the city up\n  Uhh, even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\n  Them nigga know how I act in the low-low\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  I'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch\n  Off my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch\n  Under the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma\n  Play with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin flowers\n  I put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks\n  Hittin the switch, makin the fo' hopscotch\n  Rollin up imperial in dickie material\n  All in your periphreal, throwin shells at your vehicle\n  Clipped up, pimped up, big chipped up\n  Stacy Adams tips spiffed up, golf hat flipped up\n  I blow yo' ass off the map, fuck with Dub\n  I'll have yo' ass rollin home with windshield glass on your lap\n  Fuck rap, I'm wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs\n  Laughin at you niggas on MTV Cribs\n  I got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank\n  Hood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  Street lights (woop woop)\n  Street lights (woop woop)\n  Even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\n  Them nigga know how I act in the low-low\n  Slow mo', nigga check out my promo\n  You mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  Street lights...\n"},{"id":30698576,"name":"Chrome & Paint","trackName":"Chrome & Paint","artistName":"Ice Cube; Dub C","albumName":"Laugh Now, Cry Later","duration":207.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yay-YAY! Cali-forn-yi-aye\nSunday afternoon baby, pull it out\nWhip it out, pull it out, drive it out, drop it out\nYou know! Let 'em know\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nI am the wrong nigga, too fuckin grown nigga\nTo go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha ho nigga\nI got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter\nThe deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggas\nRetire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun\nKillin niggas for fun, these rappers is done\nThe bigger they come, the harder they fall\nI burn like the sun, continue to ball\nHe's got nuts and plus the Don touch\nAnd split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch\nHe's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts\nJust back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut\nCain't fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck\nThat niggas, really love him and tear the city up\nUhh, even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\nThem nigga know how I act in the low-low\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nI'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch\nOff my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch\nUnder the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma\nPlay with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin flowers\nI put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks\nHittin the switch, makin the fo' hopscotch\nRollin up imperial in dickie material\nAll in your periphreal, throwin shells at your vehicle\nClipped up, pimped up, big chipped up\nStacy Adams tips spiffed up, golf hat flipped up\nI blow yo' ass off the map, fuck with Dub\nI'll have yo' ass rollin home with windshield glass on your lap\nFuck rap, I'm wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs\nLaughin at you niggas on MTV Cribs\nI got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank\nHood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nStreet lights (woop woop)\nStreet lights (woop woop)\nEven though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\nThem nigga know how I act in the low-low\nSlow mo', nigga check out my promo\nYou mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nStreet lights...","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.00] Yay-YAY! Cali-forn-yi-aye\n[00:03.32] Sunday afternoon baby, pull it out\n[00:06.03] Whip it out, pull it out, drive it out, drop it out\n[00:08.94] You know! 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Cali-forn-yi-aye\n  Sunday afternoon baby, pull it out\n  Whip it out, pull it out, drive it out, drop it out\n  You know! Let 'em know\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  I am the wrong nigga, too fuckin grown nigga\n  To go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha ho nigga\n  I got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter\n  The deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggas\n  Retire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun\n  Killin niggas for fun, these rappers is done\n  The bigger they come, the harder they fall\n  I burn like the sun, continue to ball\n  He's got nuts and plus the Don touch\n  And split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch\n  He's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts\n  Just back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut\n  Cain't fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck\n  That niggas, really love him and tear the city up\n  Uhh, even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\n  Them nigga know how I act in the low-low\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  I'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch\n  Off my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch\n  Under the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma\n  Play with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin flowers\n  I put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks\n  Hittin the switch, makin the fo' hopscotch\n  Rollin up imperial in dickie material\n  All in your periphreal, throwin shells at your vehicle\n  Clipped up, pimped up, big chipped up\n  Stacy Adams tips spiffed up, golf hat flipped up\n  I blow yo' ass off the map, fuck with Dub\n  I'll have yo' ass rollin home with windshield glass on your lap\n  Fuck rap, I'm wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs\n  Laughin at you niggas on MTV Cribs\n  I got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank\n  Hood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  Street lights (woop woop)\n  Street lights (woop woop)\n  Even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\n  Them nigga know how I act in the low-low\n  Slow mo', nigga check out my promo\n  You mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  Street lights...\n"},{"id":29680694,"name":"Chrome & Paint","trackName":"Chrome & Paint","artistName":"Ice Cube feat․ WC","albumName":"Laugh Now, Cry Later","duration":208.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yay-YAY! Cali-forn-yi-aye\nSunday afternoon baby, pull it out\nWhip it out, pull it out, drive it out, drop it out\nYou know! Let 'em know\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nI am the wrong nigga, too fuckin grown nigga\nTo go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha ho nigga\nI got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter\nThe deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggas\nRetire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun\nKillin niggas for fun, these rappers is done\nThe bigger they come, the harder they fall\nI burn like the sun, continue to ball\nHe's got nuts and plus the Don touch\nAnd split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch\nHe's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts\nJust back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut\nCain't fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck\nThat niggas, really love him and tear the city up\nUhh, even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\nThem nigga know how I act in the low-low\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nI'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch\nOff my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch\nUnder the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma\nPlay with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin flowers\nI put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks\nHittin the switch, makin the fo' hopscotch\nRollin up imperial in dickie material\nAll in your periphreal, throwin shells at your vehicle\nClipped up, pimped up, big chipped up\nStacy Adams tips spiffed up, golf hat flipped up\nI blow yo' ass off the map, fuck with Dub\nI'll have yo' ass rollin home with windshield glass on your lap\nFuck rap, I'm wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs\nLaughin at you niggas on MTV Cribs\nI got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank\nHood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nStreet lights (woop woop)\nStreet lights (woop woop)\nEven though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\nThem nigga know how I act in the low-low\nSlow mo', nigga check out my promo\nYou mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nStreet lights...","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.00] Yay-YAY! Cali-forn-yi-aye\n[00:03.32] Sunday afternoon baby, pull it out\n[00:06.03] Whip it out, pull it out, drive it out, drop it out\n[00:08.94] You know! 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Cali-forn-yi-aye\n  Sunday afternoon baby, pull it out\n  Whip it out, pull it out, drive it out, drop it out\n  You know! Let 'em know\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  I am the wrong nigga, too fuckin grown nigga\n  To go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha ho nigga\n  I got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter\n  The deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggas\n  Retire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun\n  Killin niggas for fun, these rappers is done\n  The bigger they come, the harder they fall\n  I burn like the sun, continue to ball\n  He's got nuts and plus the Don touch\n  And split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch\n  He's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts\n  Just back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut\n  Cain't fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck\n  That niggas, really love him and tear the city up\n  Uhh, even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\n  Them nigga know how I act in the low-low\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  I'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch\n  Off my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch\n  Under the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma\n  Play with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin flowers\n  I put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks\n  Hittin the switch, makin the fo' hopscotch\n  Rollin up imperial in dickie material\n  All in your periphreal, throwin shells at your vehicle\n  Clipped up, pimped up, big chipped up\n  Stacy Adams tips spiffed up, golf hat flipped up\n  I blow yo' ass off the map, fuck with Dub\n  I'll have yo' ass rollin home with windshield glass on your lap\n  Fuck rap, I'm wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs\n  Laughin at you niggas on MTV Cribs\n  I got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank\n  Hood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  Street lights (woop woop)\n  Street lights (woop woop)\n  Even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\n  Them nigga know how I act in the low-low\n  Slow mo', nigga check out my promo\n  You mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  Street lights...\n"},{"id":9679740,"name":"Chrome & Paint","trackName":"Chrome & Paint","artistName":"Ice Cube feat. 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Let 'em know\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nI am the wrong nigga, too fuckin grown nigga\nTo go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha ho nigga\nI got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter\nThe deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggas\nRetire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun\nKillin niggas for fun, these rappers is done\nThe bigger they come, the harder they fall\nI burn like the sun, continue to ball\nHe's got nuts and plus the Don touch\nAnd split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch\nHe's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts\nJust back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut\nCain't fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck\nThat niggas, really love him and tear the city up\nUhh, even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\nThem nigga know how I act in the low-low\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nI'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch\nOff my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch\nUnder the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma\nPlay with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin flowers\nI put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks\nHittin the switch, makin the fo' hopscotch\nRollin up imperial in dickie material\nAll in your periphreal, throwin shells at your vehicle\nClipped up, pimped up, big chipped up\nStacy Adams tips spiffed up, golf hat flipped up\nI blow yo' ass off the map, fuck with Dub\nI'll have yo' ass rollin home with windshield glass on your lap\nFuck rap, I'm wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs\nLaughin at you niggas on MTV Cribs\nI got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank\nHood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nStreet lights (woop woop)\nStreet lights (woop woop)\nEven though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\nThem nigga know how I act in the low-low\nSlow mo', nigga check out my promo\nYou mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nStreet lights...","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.54] Yay-YAY! 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Cali-forn-yi-aye\n  Sunday afternoon baby, pull it out\n  Whip it out, pull it out, drive it out, drop it out\n  You know! Let 'em know\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  I am the wrong nigga, too fuckin grown nigga\n  To go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha ho nigga\n  I got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter\n  The deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggas\n  Retire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun\n  Killin niggas for fun, these rappers is done\n  The bigger they come, the harder they fall\n  I burn like the sun, continue to ball\n  He's got nuts and plus the Don touch\n  And split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch\n  He's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts\n  Just back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut\n  Cain't fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck\n  That niggas, really love him and tear the city up\n  Uhh, even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\n  Them nigga know how I act in the low-low\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  I'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch\n  Off my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch\n  Under the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma\n  Play with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin flowers\n  I put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks\n  Hittin the switch, makin the fo' hopscotch\n  Rollin up imperial in dickie material\n  All in your periphreal, throwin shells at your vehicle\n  Clipped up, pimped up, big chipped up\n  Stacy Adams tips spiffed up, golf hat flipped up\n  I blow yo' ass off the map, fuck with Dub\n  I'll have yo' ass rollin home with windshield glass on your lap\n  Fuck rap, I'm wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs\n  Laughin at you niggas on MTV Cribs\n  I got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank\n  Hood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  Street lights (woop woop)\n  Street lights (woop woop)\n  Even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\n  Them nigga know how I act in the low-low\n  Slow mo', nigga check out my promo\n  You mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  Street lights...\n"},{"id":36060237,"name":"Chrome & Paint","trackName":"Chrome & Paint","artistName":"Ice Cube feat. 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Let 'em know\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nI am the wrong nigga, too fuckin grown nigga\nTo go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha ho nigga\nI got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter\nThe deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggas\nRetire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun\nKillin niggas for fun, these rappers is done\nThe bigger they come, the harder they fall\nI burn like the sun, continue to ball\nHe's got nuts and plus the Don touch\nAnd split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch\nHe's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts\nJust back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut\nCain't fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck\nThat niggas, really love him and tear the city up\nUhh, even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\nThem nigga know how I act in the low-low\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nI'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch\nOff my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch\nUnder the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma\nPlay with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin flowers\nI put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks\nHittin the switch, makin the fo' hopscotch\nRollin up imperial in dickie material\nAll in your periphreal, throwin shells at your vehicle\nClipped up, pimped up, big chipped up\nStacy Adams tips spiffed up, golf hat flipped up\nI blow yo' ass off the map, fuck with Dub\nI'll have yo' ass rollin home with windshield glass on your lap\nFuck rap, I'm wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs\nLaughin at you niggas on MTV Cribs\nI got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank\nHood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nStreet lights (woop woop)\nStreet lights (woop woop)\nEven though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\nThem nigga know how I act in the low-low\nSlow mo', nigga check out my promo\nYou mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nStreet lights...","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.54] Yay-YAY! 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Cali-forn-yi-aye\n  Sunday afternoon baby, pull it out\n  Whip it out, pull it out, drive it out, drop it out\n  You know! Let 'em know\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  I am the wrong nigga, too fuckin grown nigga\n  To go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha ho nigga\n  I got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter\n  The deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggas\n  Retire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun\n  Killin niggas for fun, these rappers is done\n  The bigger they come, the harder they fall\n  I burn like the sun, continue to ball\n  He's got nuts and plus the Don touch\n  And split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch\n  He's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts\n  Just back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut\n  Cain't fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck\n  That niggas, really love him and tear the city up\n  Uhh, even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\n  Them nigga know how I act in the low-low\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  I'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch\n  Off my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch\n  Under the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma\n  Play with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin flowers\n  I put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks\n  Hittin the switch, makin the fo' hopscotch\n  Rollin up imperial in dickie material\n  All in your periphreal, throwin shells at your vehicle\n  Clipped up, pimped up, big chipped up\n  Stacy Adams tips spiffed up, golf hat flipped up\n  I blow yo' ass off the map, fuck with Dub\n  I'll have yo' ass rollin home with windshield glass on your lap\n  Fuck rap, I'm wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs\n  Laughin at you niggas on MTV Cribs\n  I got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank\n  Hood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  Street lights (woop woop)\n  Street lights (woop woop)\n  Even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\n  Them nigga know how I act in the low-low\n  Slow mo', nigga check out my promo\n  You mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  Street lights...\n"},{"id":36358943,"name":"Chrome & Paint","trackName":"Chrome & Paint","artistName":"Ice Cube feat. 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Let 'em know\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nI am the wrong nigga, too fuckin grown nigga\nTo go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha ho nigga\nI got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter\nThe deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggas\nRetire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun\nKillin niggas for fun, these rappers is done\nThe bigger they come, the harder they fall\nI burn like the sun, continue to ball\nHe's got nuts and plus the Don touch\nAnd split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch\nHe's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts\nJust back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut\nCain't fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck\nThat niggas, really love him and tear the city up\nUhh, even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\nThem nigga know how I act in the low-low\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nI'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch\nOff my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch\nUnder the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma\nPlay with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin flowers\nI put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks\nHittin the switch, makin the fo' hopscotch\nRollin up imperial in dickie material\nAll in your periphreal, throwin shells at your vehicle\nClipped up, pimped up, big chipped up\nStacy Adams tips spiffed up, golf hat flipped up\nI blow yo' ass off the map, fuck with Dub\nI'll have yo' ass rollin home with windshield glass on your lap\nFuck rap, I'm wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs\nLaughin at you niggas on MTV Cribs\nI got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank\nHood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nStreet lights (woop woop)\nStreet lights (woop woop)\nEven though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\nThem nigga know how I act in the low-low\nSlow mo', nigga check out my promo\nYou mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nStreet lights...","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.54] Yay-YAY! Cali-forn-yi-aye\n[00:04.49] Sunday afternoon baby, pull it out\n[00:05.64] Whip it out, pull it out, drive it out, drop it out\n[00:07.83] You know! Let 'em know\n[00:11.74] I got chrome and paint\n[00:13.40] Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n[00:16.38] Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n[00:19.27] Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n[00:22.13] Street lights - dance on paint\n[00:24.74] Street lights - dance on chrome\n[00:27.53] Street lights - get a nigga home\n[00:30.11] You can die in these streets all alone\n[00:33.09] I am the wrong nigga, too fuckin grown nigga\n[00:35.42] To go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha ho nigga\n[00:37.43] I got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter\n[00:40.07] The deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggas\n[00:43.46] Retire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun\n[00:45.92] Killin niggas for fun, these rappers is done\n[00:48.92] The bigger they come, the harder they fall\n[00:51.39] I burn like the sun, continue to ball\n[00:54.99] He's got nuts and plus the Don touch\n[00:56.81] And split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch\n[00:59.74] He's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts\n[01:02.16] Just back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut\n[01:04.47] Cain't fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck\n[01:07.30] That niggas, really love him and tear the city up\n[01:09.82] Uhh, even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\n[01:13.29] Them nigga know how I act in the low-low\n[01:15.58] I got chrome and paint\n[01:18.47] Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n[01:21.53] Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n[01:23.94] Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n[01:26.65] Street lights - dance on paint\n[01:29.08] Street lights - dance on chrome\n[01:31.86] Street lights - get a nigga home\n[01:34.89] You can die in these streets all alone\n[01:37.59] I'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch\n[01:39.94] Off my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch\n[01:42.56] Under the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma\n[01:45.51] Play with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin flowers\n[01:48.18] I put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks\n[01:51.08] Hittin the switch, makin the fo' hopscotch\n[01:53.62] Rollin up imperial in dickie material\n[01:56.28] All in your periphreal, throwin shells at your vehicle\n[01:58.70] Clipped up, pimped up, big chipped up\n[02:01.55] Stacy Adams tips spiffed up, golf hat flipped up\n[02:03.64] I blow yo' ass off the map, fuck with Dub\n[02:07.05] I'll have yo' ass rollin home with windshield glass on your lap\n[02:09.67] Fuck rap, I'm wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs\n[02:12.28] Laughin at you niggas on MTV Cribs\n[02:15.14] I got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank\n[02:17.98] Hood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon\n[02:20.47] I got chrome and paint\n[02:22.78] Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n[02:25.73] Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n[02:28.43] Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n[02:31.28] Street lights - dance on paint\n[02:34.27] Street lights - dance on chrome\n[02:37.03] Street lights - get a nigga home\n[02:39.58] You can die in these streets all alone\n[02:42.22] Street lights (woop woop)\n[02:45.16] Street lights (woop woop)\n[02:54.50] Even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\n[02:56.08] Them nigga know how I act in the low-low\n[02:58.94] Slow mo', nigga check out my promo\n[03:01.46] You mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo\n[03:04.67] I got chrome and paint\n[03:06.22] Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n[03:09.30] Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n[03:11.93] Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n[03:14.32] Street lights - dance on paint\n[03:17.37] Street lights - dance on chrome\n[03:20.22] Street lights - get a nigga home\n[03:22.73] You can die in these streets all alone\n[03:25.54] Street lights...\n[03:26.73] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Chrome & Paint\n  artist: Ice Cube feat. 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Cali-forn-yi-aye\n  Sunday afternoon baby, pull it out\n  Whip it out, pull it out, drive it out, drop it out\n  You know! Let 'em know\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  I am the wrong nigga, too fuckin grown nigga\n  To go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha ho nigga\n  I got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter\n  The deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggas\n  Retire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun\n  Killin niggas for fun, these rappers is done\n  The bigger they come, the harder they fall\n  I burn like the sun, continue to ball\n  He's got nuts and plus the Don touch\n  And split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch\n  He's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts\n  Just back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut\n  Cain't fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck\n  That niggas, really love him and tear the city up\n  Uhh, even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\n  Them nigga know how I act in the low-low\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  I'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch\n  Off my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch\n  Under the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma\n  Play with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin flowers\n  I put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks\n  Hittin the switch, makin the fo' hopscotch\n  Rollin up imperial in dickie material\n  All in your periphreal, throwin shells at your vehicle\n  Clipped up, pimped up, big chipped up\n  Stacy Adams tips spiffed up, golf hat flipped up\n  I blow yo' ass off the map, fuck with Dub\n  I'll have yo' ass rollin home with windshield glass on your lap\n  Fuck rap, I'm wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs\n  Laughin at you niggas on MTV Cribs\n  I got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank\n  Hood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  Street lights (woop woop)\n  Street lights (woop woop)\n  Even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\n  Them nigga know how I act in the low-low\n  Slow mo', nigga check out my promo\n  You mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  Street lights...\n"},{"id":37837081,"name":"Chrome & Paint","trackName":"Chrome & Paint","artistName":"Ice Cube, Dub C","albumName":"Laugh Now, Cry Later","duration":225.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yay-YAY! Cali-forn-yi-aye\nSunday afternoon baby, pull it out\nWhip it out, pull it out, drive it out, drop it out\nYou know! Let 'em know\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nI am the wrong nigga, too fuckin grown nigga\nTo go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha ho nigga\nI got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter\nThe deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggas\nRetire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun\nKillin niggas for fun, these rappers is done\nThe bigger they come, the harder they fall\nI burn like the sun, continue to ball\nHe's got nuts and plus the Don touch\nAnd split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch\nHe's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts\nJust back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut\nCain't fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck\nThat niggas, really love him and tear the city up\nUhh, even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\nThem nigga know how I act in the low-low\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nI'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch\nOff my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch\nUnder the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma\nPlay with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin flowers\nI put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks\nHittin the switch, makin the fo' hopscotch\nRollin up imperial in dickie material\nAll in your periphreal, throwin shells at your vehicle\nClipped up, pimped up, big chipped up\nStacy Adams tips spiffed up, golf hat flipped up\nI blow yo' ass off the map, fuck with Dub\nI'll have yo' ass rollin home with windshield glass on your lap\nFuck rap, I'm wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs\nLaughin at you niggas on MTV Cribs\nI got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank\nHood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nStreet lights (woop woop)\nStreet lights (woop woop)\nEven though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\nThem nigga know how I act in the low-low\nSlow mo', nigga check out my promo\nYou mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nStreet lights...","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.00]Yay-YAY! Cali-forn-yi-aye\n[00:03.32]Sunday afternoon baby, pull it out\n[00:06.03]Whip it out, pull it out, drive it out, drop it out\n[00:08.94]You know! Let 'em know\n[00:11.94]I got chrome and paint\n[00:13.31]Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n[00:16.66]Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n[00:19.09]Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n[00:21.66]Street lights - dance on paint\n[00:24.59]Street lights - dance on chrome\n[00:27.07]Street lights - get a nigga home\n[00:30.25]You can die in these streets all alone\n[00:32.38]I am the wrong nigga, too fuckin grown nigga\n[00:34.95]To go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha ho nigga\n[00:37.62]I got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter\n[00:40.32]The deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggas\n[00:43.18]Retire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun\n[00:46.47]Killin niggas for fun, these rappers is done\n[00:49.34]The bigger they come, the harder they fall\n[00:52.06]I burn like the sun, continue to ball\n[00:54.35]He's got nuts and plus the Don touch\n[00:56.64]And split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch\n[00:59.20]He's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts\n[01:01.96]Just back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut\n[01:04.51]Cain't fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck\n[01:07.27]That niggas, really love him and tear the city up\n[01:10.74]Uhh, even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\n[01:13.28]Them nigga know how I act in the low-low\n[01:16.61]I got chrome and paint\n[01:18.04]Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n[01:20.83]Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n[01:23.71]Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n[01:26.36]Street lights - dance on paint\n[01:29.26]Street lights - dance on chrome\n[01:31.75]Street lights - get a nigga home\n[01:34.91]You can die in these streets all alone\n[01:37.27]I'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch\n[01:39.72]Off my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch\n[01:43.09]Under the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma\n[01:45.43]Play with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin flowers\n[01:48.42]I put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks\n[01:51.17]Hittin the switch, makin the fo' hopscotch\n[01:53.59]Rollin up imperial in dickie material\n[01:56.90]All in your periphreal, throwin shells at your vehicle\n[01:58.91]Clipped up, pimped up, big chipped up\n[02:01.12]Stacy Adams tips spiffed up, golf hat flipped up\n[02:04.52]I blow yo' ass off the map, fuck with Dub\n[02:06.50]I'll have yo' ass rollin home with windshield glass on your lap\n[02:10.29]Fuck rap, I'm wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs\n[02:12.86]Laughin at you niggas on MTV Cribs\n[02:15.36]I got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank\n[02:17.84]Hood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon\n[02:21.32]I got chrome and paint\n[02:22.87]Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n[02:26.11]Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n[02:28.42]Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n[02:31.04]Street lights - dance on paint\n[02:33.94]Street lights - dance on chrome\n[02:36.51]Street lights - get a nigga home\n[02:39.65]You can die in these streets all alone\n[02:41.88]Street lights (woop woop)\n[02:47.23]Street lights (woop woop)\n[02:53.26]Even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\n[02:55.05]Them nigga know how I act in the low-low\n[02:58.49]Slow mo', nigga check out my promo\n[03:01.12]You mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo\n[03:04.56]I got chrome and paint\n[03:06.07]Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n[03:08.75]Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n[03:11.66]Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n[03:14.20]Street lights - dance on paint\n[03:17.17]Street lights - dance on chrome\n[03:19.63]Street lights - get a nigga home\n[03:22.80]You can die in these streets all alone\n[03:24.97]Street lights...\n[03:25.95]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Chrome & Paint\n  artist: Ice Cube, Dub C\n  album: Laugh Now, Cry Later\n  duration_ms: 225000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yay-YAY! 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Cali-forn-yi-aye\n  Sunday afternoon baby, pull it out\n  Whip it out, pull it out, drive it out, drop it out\n  You know! Let 'em know\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  I am the wrong nigga, too fuckin grown nigga\n  To go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha ho nigga\n  I got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter\n  The deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggas\n  Retire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun\n  Killin niggas for fun, these rappers is done\n  The bigger they come, the harder they fall\n  I burn like the sun, continue to ball\n  He's got nuts and plus the Don touch\n  And split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch\n  He's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts\n  Just back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut\n  Cain't fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck\n  That niggas, really love him and tear the city up\n  Uhh, even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\n  Them nigga know how I act in the low-low\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  I'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch\n  Off my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch\n  Under the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma\n  Play with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin flowers\n  I put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks\n  Hittin the switch, makin the fo' hopscotch\n  Rollin up imperial in dickie material\n  All in your periphreal, throwin shells at your vehicle\n  Clipped up, pimped up, big chipped up\n  Stacy Adams tips spiffed up, golf hat flipped up\n  I blow yo' ass off the map, fuck with Dub\n  I'll have yo' ass rollin home with windshield glass on your lap\n  Fuck rap, I'm wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs\n  Laughin at you niggas on MTV Cribs\n  I got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank\n  Hood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  Street lights (woop woop)\n  Street lights (woop woop)\n  Even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\n  Them nigga know how I act in the low-low\n  Slow mo', nigga check out my promo\n  You mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  Street lights...\n"},{"id":38630849,"name":"Chrome & Paint","trackName":"Chrome & Paint","artistName":"Ice Cube feat. 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Let 'em know\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nI am the wrong nigga, too fuckin grown nigga\nTo go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha ho nigga\nI got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter\nThe deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggas\nRetire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun\nKillin niggas for fun, these rappers is done\nThe bigger they come, the harder they fall\nI burn like the sun, continue to ball\nHe's got nuts and plus the Don touch\nAnd split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch\nHe's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts\nJust back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut\nCain't fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck\nThat niggas, really love him and tear the city up\nUhh, even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\nThem nigga know how I act in the low-low\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nI'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch\nOff my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch\nUnder the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma\nPlay with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin flowers\nI put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks\nHittin the switch, makin the fo' hopscotch\nRollin up imperial in dickie material\nAll in your periphreal, throwin shells at your vehicle\nClipped up, pimped up, big chipped up\nStacy Adams tips spiffed up, golf hat flipped up\nI blow yo' ass off the map, fuck with Dub\nI'll have yo' ass rollin home with windshield glass on your lap\nFuck rap, I'm wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs\nLaughin at you niggas on MTV Cribs\nI got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank\nHood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nStreet lights (woop woop)\nStreet lights (woop woop)\nEven though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\nThem nigga know how I act in the low-low\nSlow mo', nigga check out my promo\nYou mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nStreet lights...","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.54]Yay-YAY! Cali-forn-yi-aye\n[00:04.49]Sunday afternoon baby, pull it out\n[00:05.64]Whip it out, pull it out, drive it out, drop it out\n[00:07.83]You know! Let 'em know\n[00:11.74]I got chrome and paint\n[00:13.40]Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n[00:16.38]Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n[00:19.27]Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n[00:22.13]Street lights - dance on paint\n[00:24.74]Street lights - dance on chrome\n[00:27.53]Street lights - get a nigga home\n[00:30.11]You can die in these streets all alone\n[00:33.09]I am the wrong nigga, too fuckin grown nigga\n[00:35.42]To go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha ho nigga\n[00:37.43]I got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter\n[00:40.07]The deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggas\n[00:43.46]Retire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun\n[00:45.92]Killin niggas for fun, these rappers is done\n[00:48.92]The bigger they come, the harder they fall\n[00:51.39]I burn like the sun, continue to ball\n[00:54.99]He's got nuts and plus the Don touch\n[00:56.81]And split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch\n[00:59.74]He's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts\n[01:02.16]Just back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut\n[01:04.47]Cain't fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck\n[01:07.30]That niggas, really love him and tear the city up\n[01:09.82]Uhh, even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\n[01:13.29]Them nigga know how I act in the low-low\n[01:15.58]I got chrome and paint\n[01:18.47]Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n[01:21.53]Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n[01:23.94]Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n[01:26.65]Street lights - dance on paint\n[01:29.08]Street lights - dance on chrome\n[01:31.86]Street lights - get a nigga home\n[01:34.89]You can die in these streets all alone\n[01:37.59]I'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch\n[01:39.94]Off my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch\n[01:42.56]Under the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma\n[01:45.51]Play with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin flowers\n[01:48.18]I put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks\n[01:51.08]Hittin the switch, makin the fo' hopscotch\n[01:53.62]Rollin up imperial in dickie material\n[01:56.28]All in your periphreal, throwin shells at your vehicle\n[01:58.70]Clipped up, pimped up, big chipped up\n[02:01.55]Stacy Adams tips spiffed up, golf hat flipped up\n[02:03.64]I blow yo' ass off the map, fuck with Dub\n[02:07.05]I'll have yo' ass rollin home with windshield glass on your lap\n[02:09.67]Fuck rap, I'm wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs\n[02:12.28]Laughin at you niggas on MTV Cribs\n[02:15.14]I got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank\n[02:17.98]Hood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon\n[02:20.47]I got chrome and paint\n[02:22.78]Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n[02:25.73]Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n[02:28.43]Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n[02:31.28]Street lights - dance on paint\n[02:34.27]Street lights - dance on chrome\n[02:37.03]Street lights - get a nigga home\n[02:39.58]You can die in these streets all alone\n[02:42.22]Street lights (woop woop)\n[02:45.16]Street lights (woop woop)\n[02:54.50]Even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\n[02:56.08]Them nigga know how I act in the low-low\n[02:58.94]Slow mo', nigga check out my promo\n[03:01.46]You mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo\n[03:04.67]I got chrome and paint\n[03:06.22]Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n[03:09.30]Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n[03:11.93]Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n[03:14.32]Street lights - dance on paint\n[03:17.37]Street lights - dance on chrome\n[03:20.22]Street lights - get a nigga home\n[03:22.73]You can die in these streets all alone\n[03:25.54]Street lights...\n[03:26.73]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Chrome & Paint\n  artist: Ice Cube feat. 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Cali-forn-yi-aye\n  Sunday afternoon baby, pull it out\n  Whip it out, pull it out, drive it out, drop it out\n  You know! Let 'em know\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  I am the wrong nigga, too fuckin grown nigga\n  To go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha ho nigga\n  I got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter\n  The deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggas\n  Retire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun\n  Killin niggas for fun, these rappers is done\n  The bigger they come, the harder they fall\n  I burn like the sun, continue to ball\n  He's got nuts and plus the Don touch\n  And split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch\n  He's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts\n  Just back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut\n  Cain't fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck\n  That niggas, really love him and tear the city up\n  Uhh, even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\n  Them nigga know how I act in the low-low\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  I'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch\n  Off my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch\n  Under the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma\n  Play with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin flowers\n  I put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks\n  Hittin the switch, makin the fo' hopscotch\n  Rollin up imperial in dickie material\n  All in your periphreal, throwin shells at your vehicle\n  Clipped up, pimped up, big chipped up\n  Stacy Adams tips spiffed up, golf hat flipped up\n  I blow yo' ass off the map, fuck with Dub\n  I'll have yo' ass rollin home with windshield glass on your lap\n  Fuck rap, I'm wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs\n  Laughin at you niggas on MTV Cribs\n  I got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank\n  Hood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  Street lights (woop woop)\n  Street lights (woop woop)\n  Even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\n  Them nigga know how I act in the low-low\n  Slow mo', nigga check out my promo\n  You mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  Street lights...\n"},{"id":6953273,"name":"Chrome & Paint ft. WC","trackName":"Chrome & Paint ft. WC","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"Laugh Now, Cry Later","duration":208.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yay-YAY! Cali-forn-yi-aye\nSunday afternoon baby, pull it out\nWhip it out, pull it out, drive it out, drop it out\nYou know! Let 'em know\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nI am the wrong nigga, too fuckin grown nigga\nTo go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha ho nigga\nI got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter\nThe deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggas\nRetire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun\nKillin niggas for fun, these rappers is done\nThe bigger they come, the harder they fall\nI burn like the sun, continue to ball\nHe's got nuts and plus the Don touch\nAnd split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch\nHe's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts\nJust back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut\nCain't fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck\nThat niggas, really love him and tear the city up\nUhh, even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\nThem nigga know how I act in the low-low\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nI'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch\nOff my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch\nUnder the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma\nPlay with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin flowers\nI put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks\nHittin the switch, makin the fo' hopscotch\nRollin up imperial in dickie material\nAll in your periphreal, throwin shells at your vehicle\nClipped up, pimped up, big chipped up\nStacy Adams tips spiffed up, golf hat flipped up\nI blow yo' ass off the map, fuck with Dub\nI'll have yo' ass rollin home with windshield glass on your lap\nFuck rap, I'm wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs\nLaughin at you niggas on MTV Cribs\nI got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank\nHood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nStreet lights (woop woop)\nStreet lights (woop woop)\nEven though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\nThem nigga know how I act in the low-low\nSlow mo', nigga check out my promo\nYou mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nStreet lights...","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.54] Yay-YAY! Cali-forn-yi-aye\n[00:04.49] Sunday afternoon baby, pull it out\n[00:05.64] Whip it out, pull it out, drive it out, drop it out\n[00:07.83] You know! 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Cali-forn-yi-aye\n  Sunday afternoon baby, pull it out\n  Whip it out, pull it out, drive it out, drop it out\n  You know! Let 'em know\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  I am the wrong nigga, too fuckin grown nigga\n  To go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha ho nigga\n  I got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter\n  The deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggas\n  Retire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun\n  Killin niggas for fun, these rappers is done\n  The bigger they come, the harder they fall\n  I burn like the sun, continue to ball\n  He's got nuts and plus the Don touch\n  And split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch\n  He's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts\n  Just back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut\n  Cain't fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck\n  That niggas, really love him and tear the city up\n  Uhh, even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\n  Them nigga know how I act in the low-low\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  I'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch\n  Off my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch\n  Under the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma\n  Play with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin flowers\n  I put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks\n  Hittin the switch, makin the fo' hopscotch\n  Rollin up imperial in dickie material\n  All in your periphreal, throwin shells at your vehicle\n  Clipped up, pimped up, big chipped up\n  Stacy Adams tips spiffed up, golf hat flipped up\n  I blow yo' ass off the map, fuck with Dub\n  I'll have yo' ass rollin home with windshield glass on your lap\n  Fuck rap, I'm wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs\n  Laughin at you niggas on MTV Cribs\n  I got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank\n  Hood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  Street lights (woop woop)\n  Street lights (woop woop)\n  Even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\n  Them nigga know how I act in the low-low\n  Slow mo', nigga check out my promo\n  You mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  Street lights...\n"},{"id":2123956,"name":"Chrome & Paint (feat. 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Let 'em know\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nI am the wrong nigga, too fuckin grown nigga\nTo go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha ho nigga\nI got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter\nThe deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggas\nRetire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun\nKillin niggas for fun, these rappers is done\nThe bigger they come, the harder they fall\nI burn like the sun, continue to ball\nHe's got nuts and plus the Don touch\nAnd split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch\nHe's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts\nJust back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut\nCain't fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck\nThat niggas, really love him and tear the city up\nUhh, even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\nThem nigga know how I act in the low-low\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nI'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch\nOff my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch\nUnder the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma\nPlay with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin flowers\nI put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks\nHittin the switch, makin the fo' hopscotch\nRollin up imperial in dickie material\nAll in your periphreal, throwin shells at your vehicle\nClipped up, pimped up, big chipped up\nStacy Adams tips spiffed up, golf hat flipped up\nI blow yo' ass off the map, fuck with Dub\nI'll have yo' ass rollin home with windshield glass on your lap\nFuck rap, I'm wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs\nLaughin at you niggas on MTV Cribs\nI got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank\nHood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nStreet lights (woop woop)\nStreet lights (woop woop)\nEven though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\nThem nigga know how I act in the low-low\nSlow mo', nigga check out my promo\nYou mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nStreet lights...","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.52] Yay-YAY! Cali-forn-yi-aye\n[00:02.55] Sunday afternoon baby, pull it out\n[00:06.16] Whip it out, pull it out, drive it out, drop it out\n[00:09.22] You know! 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Let 'em know\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  I am the wrong nigga, too fuckin grown nigga\n  To go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha ho nigga\n  I got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter\n  The deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggas\n  Retire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun\n  Killin niggas for fun, these rappers is done\n  The bigger they come, the harder they fall\n  I burn like the sun, continue to ball\n  He's got nuts and plus the Don touch\n  And split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch\n  He's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts\n  Just back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut\n  Cain't fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck\n  That niggas, really love him and tear the city up\n  Uhh, even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\n  Them nigga know how I act in the low-low\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  I'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch\n  Off my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch\n  Under the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma\n  Play with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin flowers\n  I put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks\n  Hittin the switch, makin the fo' hopscotch\n  Rollin up imperial in dickie material\n  All in your periphreal, throwin shells at your vehicle\n  Clipped up, pimped up, big chipped up\n  Stacy Adams tips spiffed up, golf hat flipped up\n  I blow yo' ass off the map, fuck with Dub\n  I'll have yo' ass rollin home with windshield glass on your lap\n  Fuck rap, I'm wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs\n  Laughin at you niggas on MTV Cribs\n  I got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank\n  Hood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  Street lights (woop woop)\n  Street lights (woop woop)\n  Even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\n  Them nigga know how I act in the low-low\n  Slow mo', nigga check out my promo\n  You mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  Street lights...\n"},{"id":33117337,"name":"Chrome & Paint (Feat. 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Let 'em know\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nI am the wrong nigga, too fuckin grown nigga\nTo go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha ho nigga\nI got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter\nThe deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggas\nRetire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun\nKillin niggas for fun, these rappers is done\nThe bigger they come, the harder they fall\nI burn like the sun, continue to ball\nHe's got nuts and plus the Don touch\nAnd split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch\nHe's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts\nJust back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut\nCain't fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck\nThat niggas, really love him and tear the city up\nUhh, even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\nThem nigga know how I act in the low-low\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nI'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch\nOff my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch\nUnder the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma\nPlay with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin flowers\nI put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks\nHittin the switch, makin the fo' hopscotch\nRollin up imperial in dickie material\nAll in your periphreal, throwin shells at your vehicle\nClipped up, pimped up, big chipped up\nStacy Adams tips spiffed up, golf hat flipped up\nI blow yo' ass off the map, fuck with Dub\nI'll have yo' ass rollin home with windshield glass on your lap\nFuck rap, I'm wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs\nLaughin at you niggas on MTV Cribs\nI got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank\nHood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nStreet lights (woop woop)\nStreet lights (woop woop)\nEven though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\nThem nigga know how I act in the low-low\nSlow mo', nigga check out my promo\nYou mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nStreet lights...","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.52] Yay-YAY! 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Cali-forn-yi-aye\n  Sunday afternoon baby, pull it out\n  Whip it out, pull it out, drive it out, drop it out\n  You know! Let 'em know\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  I am the wrong nigga, too fuckin grown nigga\n  To go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha ho nigga\n  I got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter\n  The deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggas\n  Retire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun\n  Killin niggas for fun, these rappers is done\n  The bigger they come, the harder they fall\n  I burn like the sun, continue to ball\n  He's got nuts and plus the Don touch\n  And split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch\n  He's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts\n  Just back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut\n  Cain't fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck\n  That niggas, really love him and tear the city up\n  Uhh, even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\n  Them nigga know how I act in the low-low\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  I'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch\n  Off my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch\n  Under the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma\n  Play with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin flowers\n  I put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks\n  Hittin the switch, makin the fo' hopscotch\n  Rollin up imperial in dickie material\n  All in your periphreal, throwin shells at your vehicle\n  Clipped up, pimped up, big chipped up\n  Stacy Adams tips spiffed up, golf hat flipped up\n  I blow yo' ass off the map, fuck with Dub\n  I'll have yo' ass rollin home with windshield glass on your lap\n  Fuck rap, I'm wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs\n  Laughin at you niggas on MTV Cribs\n  I got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank\n  Hood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  Street lights (woop woop)\n  Street lights (woop woop)\n  Even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\n  Them nigga know how I act in the low-low\n  Slow mo', nigga check out my promo\n  You mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  Street lights...\n"},{"id":19365841,"name":"Chrome & Paint (feat. 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Let 'em know\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nI am the wrong nigga, too fuckin grown nigga\nTo go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha ho nigga\nI got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter\nThe deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggas\nRetire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun\nKillin niggas for fun, these rappers is done\nThe bigger they come, the harder they fall\nI burn like the sun, continue to ball\nHe's got nuts and plus the Don touch\nAnd split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch\nHe's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts\nJust back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut\nCain't fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck\nThat niggas, really love him and tear the city up\nUhh, even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\nThem nigga know how I act in the low-low\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nI'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch\nOff my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch\nUnder the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma\nPlay with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin flowers\nI put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks\nHittin the switch, makin the fo' hopscotch\nRollin up imperial in dickie material\nAll in your periphreal, throwin shells at your vehicle\nClipped up, pimped up, big chipped up\nStacy Adams tips spiffed up, golf hat flipped up\nI blow yo' ass off the map, fuck with Dub\nI'll have yo' ass rollin home with windshield glass on your lap\nFuck rap, I'm wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs\nLaughin at you niggas on MTV Cribs\nI got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank\nHood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nStreet lights (woop woop)\nStreet lights (woop woop)\nEven though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\nThem nigga know how I act in the low-low\nSlow mo', nigga check out my promo\nYou mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nStreet lights...","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.52] Yay-YAY! 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Let 'em know\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  I am the wrong nigga, too fuckin grown nigga\n  To go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha ho nigga\n  I got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter\n  The deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggas\n  Retire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun\n  Killin niggas for fun, these rappers is done\n  The bigger they come, the harder they fall\n  I burn like the sun, continue to ball\n  He's got nuts and plus the Don touch\n  And split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch\n  He's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts\n  Just back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut\n  Cain't fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck\n  That niggas, really love him and tear the city up\n  Uhh, even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\n  Them nigga know how I act in the low-low\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  I'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch\n  Off my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch\n  Under the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma\n  Play with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin flowers\n  I put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks\n  Hittin the switch, makin the fo' hopscotch\n  Rollin up imperial in dickie material\n  All in your periphreal, throwin shells at your vehicle\n  Clipped up, pimped up, big chipped up\n  Stacy Adams tips spiffed up, golf hat flipped up\n  I blow yo' ass off the map, fuck with Dub\n  I'll have yo' ass rollin home with windshield glass on your lap\n  Fuck rap, I'm wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs\n  Laughin at you niggas on MTV Cribs\n  I got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank\n  Hood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  Street lights (woop woop)\n  Street lights (woop woop)\n  Even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\n  Them nigga know how I act in the low-low\n  Slow mo', nigga check out my promo\n  You mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  Street lights...\n"},{"id":20695953,"name":"Chrome & Paint (Ft. 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Let 'em know\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nI am the wrong nigga, too fuckin grown nigga\nTo go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha ho nigga\nI got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter\nThe deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggas\nRetire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun\nKillin niggas for fun, these rappers is done\nThe bigger they come, the harder they fall\nI burn like the sun, continue to ball\nHe's got nuts and plus the Don touch\nAnd split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch\nHe's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts\nJust back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut\nCain't fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck\nThat niggas, really love him and tear the city up\nUhh, even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\nThem nigga know how I act in the low-low\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nI'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch\nOff my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch\nUnder the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma\nPlay with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin flowers\nI put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks\nHittin the switch, makin the fo' hopscotch\nRollin up imperial in dickie material\nAll in your periphreal, throwin shells at your vehicle\nClipped up, pimped up, big chipped up\nStacy Adams tips spiffed up, golf hat flipped up\nI blow yo' ass off the map, fuck with Dub\nI'll have yo' ass rollin home with windshield glass on your lap\nFuck rap, I'm wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs\nLaughin at you niggas on MTV Cribs\nI got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank\nHood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nStreet lights (woop woop)\nStreet lights (woop woop)\nEven though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\nThem nigga know how I act in the low-low\nSlow mo', nigga check out my promo\nYou mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nStreet lights...","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.54] Yay-YAY! 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Cali-forn-yi-aye\n  Sunday afternoon baby, pull it out\n  Whip it out, pull it out, drive it out, drop it out\n  You know! Let 'em know\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  I am the wrong nigga, too fuckin grown nigga\n  To go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha ho nigga\n  I got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter\n  The deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggas\n  Retire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun\n  Killin niggas for fun, these rappers is done\n  The bigger they come, the harder they fall\n  I burn like the sun, continue to ball\n  He's got nuts and plus the Don touch\n  And split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch\n  He's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts\n  Just back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut\n  Cain't fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck\n  That niggas, really love him and tear the city up\n  Uhh, even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\n  Them nigga know how I act in the low-low\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  I'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch\n  Off my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch\n  Under the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma\n  Play with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin flowers\n  I put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks\n  Hittin the switch, makin the fo' hopscotch\n  Rollin up imperial in dickie material\n  All in your periphreal, throwin shells at your vehicle\n  Clipped up, pimped up, big chipped up\n  Stacy Adams tips spiffed up, golf hat flipped up\n  I blow yo' ass off the map, fuck with Dub\n  I'll have yo' ass rollin home with windshield glass on your lap\n  Fuck rap, I'm wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs\n  Laughin at you niggas on MTV Cribs\n  I got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank\n  Hood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  Street lights (woop woop)\n  Street lights (woop woop)\n  Even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\n  Them nigga know how I act in the low-low\n  Slow mo', nigga check out my promo\n  You mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  Street lights...\n"},{"id":10746541,"name":"Chrome & Paint (featuring WC)","trackName":"Chrome & Paint (featuring WC)","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"Laugh Now, Cry Later","duration":207.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yay-YAY! Cali-forn-yi-aye\nSunday afternoon baby, pull it out\nWhip it out, pull it out, drive it out, drop it out\nYou know! Let 'em know\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nI am the wrong nigga, too fuckin grown nigga\nTo go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha ho nigga\nI got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter\nThe deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggas\nRetire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun\nKillin niggas for fun, these rappers is done\nThe bigger they come, the harder they fall\nI burn like the sun, continue to ball\nHe's got nuts and plus the Don touch\nAnd split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch\nHe's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts\nJust back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut\nCain't fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck\nThat niggas, really love him and tear the city up\nUhh, even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\nThem nigga know how I act in the low-low\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nI'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch\nOff my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch\nUnder the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma\nPlay with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin flowers\nI put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks\nHittin the switch, makin the fo' hopscotch\nRollin up imperial in dickie material\nAll in your periphreal, throwin shells at your vehicle\nClipped up, pimped up, big chipped up\nStacy Adams tips spiffed up, golf hat flipped up\nI blow yo' ass off the map, fuck with Dub\nI'll have yo' ass rollin home with windshield glass on your lap\nFuck rap, I'm wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs\nLaughin at you niggas on MTV Cribs\nI got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank\nHood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nStreet lights (woop woop)\nStreet lights (woop woop)\nEven though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\nThem nigga know how I act in the low-low\nSlow mo', nigga check out my promo\nYou mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nStreet lights...","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.05] Yay-YAY! Cali-forn-yi-aye\n[00:03.30] Sunday afternoon baby, pull it out\n[00:06.02] Whip it out, pull it out, drive it out, drop it out\n[00:08.92] You know! 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Cali-forn-yi-aye\n  Sunday afternoon baby, pull it out\n  Whip it out, pull it out, drive it out, drop it out\n  You know! Let 'em know\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  I am the wrong nigga, too fuckin grown nigga\n  To go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha ho nigga\n  I got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter\n  The deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggas\n  Retire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun\n  Killin niggas for fun, these rappers is done\n  The bigger they come, the harder they fall\n  I burn like the sun, continue to ball\n  He's got nuts and plus the Don touch\n  And split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch\n  He's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts\n  Just back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut\n  Cain't fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck\n  That niggas, really love him and tear the city up\n  Uhh, even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\n  Them nigga know how I act in the low-low\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  I'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch\n  Off my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch\n  Under the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma\n  Play with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin flowers\n  I put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks\n  Hittin the switch, makin the fo' hopscotch\n  Rollin up imperial in dickie material\n  All in your periphreal, throwin shells at your vehicle\n  Clipped up, pimped up, big chipped up\n  Stacy Adams tips spiffed up, golf hat flipped up\n  I blow yo' ass off the map, fuck with Dub\n  I'll have yo' ass rollin home with windshield glass on your lap\n  Fuck rap, I'm wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs\n  Laughin at you niggas on MTV Cribs\n  I got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank\n  Hood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  Street lights (woop woop)\n  Street lights (woop woop)\n  Even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\n  Them nigga know how I act in the low-low\n  Slow mo', nigga check out my promo\n  You mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  Street lights...\n"},{"id":29136396,"name":"Chrome & Paint (with WC)","trackName":"Chrome & Paint (with WC)","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"Laugh Now, Cry Later","duration":208.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yay-YAY! Cali-forn-yi-aye\nSunday afternoon baby, pull it out\nWhip it out, pull it out, drive it out, drop it out\nYou know! Let 'em know\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nI am the wrong nigga, too fuckin grown nigga\nTo go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha ho nigga\nI got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter\nThe deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggas\nRetire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun\nKillin niggas for fun, these rappers is done\nThe bigger they come, the harder they fall\nI burn like the sun, continue to ball\nHe's got nuts and plus the Don touch\nAnd split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch\nHe's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts\nJust back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut\nCain't fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck\nThat niggas, really love him and tear the city up\nUhh, even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\nThem nigga know how I act in the low-low\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nI'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch\nOff my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch\nUnder the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma\nPlay with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin flowers\nI put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks\nHittin the switch, makin the fo' hopscotch\nRollin up imperial in dickie material\nAll in your periphreal, throwin shells at your vehicle\nClipped up, pimped up, big chipped up\nStacy Adams tips spiffed up, golf hat flipped up\nI blow yo' ass off the map, fuck with Dub\nI'll have yo' ass rollin home with windshield glass on your lap\nFuck rap, I'm wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs\nLaughin at you niggas on MTV Cribs\nI got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank\nHood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nStreet lights (woop woop)\nStreet lights (woop woop)\nEven though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\nThem nigga know how I act in the low-low\nSlow mo', nigga check out my promo\nYou mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nStreet lights...","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.00] Yay-YAY! Cali-forn-yi-aye\n[00:03.32] Sunday afternoon baby, pull it out\n[00:06.03] Whip it out, pull it out, drive it out, drop it out\n[00:08.94] You know! 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Let 'em know\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  I am the wrong nigga, too fuckin grown nigga\n  To go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha ho nigga\n  I got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter\n  The deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggas\n  Retire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun\n  Killin niggas for fun, these rappers is done\n  The bigger they come, the harder they fall\n  I burn like the sun, continue to ball\n  He's got nuts and plus the Don touch\n  And split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch\n  He's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts\n  Just back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut\n  Cain't fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck\n  That niggas, really love him and tear the city up\n  Uhh, even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\n  Them nigga know how I act in the low-low\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  I'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch\n  Off my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch\n  Under the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma\n  Play with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin flowers\n  I put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks\n  Hittin the switch, makin the fo' hopscotch\n  Rollin up imperial in dickie material\n  All in your periphreal, throwin shells at your vehicle\n  Clipped up, pimped up, big chipped up\n  Stacy Adams tips spiffed up, golf hat flipped up\n  I blow yo' ass off the map, fuck with Dub\n  I'll have yo' ass rollin home with windshield glass on your lap\n  Fuck rap, I'm wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs\n  Laughin at you niggas on MTV Cribs\n  I got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank\n  Hood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  Street lights (woop woop)\n  Street lights (woop woop)\n  Even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\n  Them nigga know how I act in the low-low\n  Slow mo', nigga check out my promo\n  You mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  Street lights...\n"},{"id":28648677,"name":"Chrome & Paint ft. 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Let 'em know\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nI am the wrong nigga, too fuckin grown nigga\nTo go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha ho nigga\nI got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter\nThe deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggas\nRetire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun\nKillin niggas for fun, these rappers is done\nThe bigger they come, the harder they fall\nI burn like the sun, continue to ball\nHe's got nuts and plus the Don touch\nAnd split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch\nHe's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts\nJust back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut\nCain't fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck\nThat niggas, really love him and tear the city up\nUhh, even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\nThem nigga know how I act in the low-low\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nI'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch\nOff my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch\nUnder the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma\nPlay with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin flowers\nI put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks\nHittin the switch, makin the fo' hopscotch\nRollin up imperial in dickie material\nAll in your periphreal, throwin shells at your vehicle\nClipped up, pimped up, big chipped up\nStacy Adams tips spiffed up, golf hat flipped up\nI blow yo' ass off the map, fuck with Dub\nI'll have yo' ass rollin home with windshield glass on your lap\nFuck rap, I'm wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs\nLaughin at you niggas on MTV Cribs\nI got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank\nHood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nStreet lights (woop woop)\nStreet lights (woop woop)\nEven though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\nThem nigga know how I act in the low-low\nSlow mo', nigga check out my promo\nYou mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo\n\nI got chrome and paint\nNigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\nBitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\nSmokin that dank in my chrome and paint\nStreet lights - dance on paint\nStreet lights - dance on chrome\nStreet lights - get a nigga home\nYou can die in these streets all alone\n\nStreet lights...","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.54] Yay-YAY! Cali-forn-yi-aye\n[00:04.49] Sunday afternoon baby, pull it out\n[00:05.64] Whip it out, pull it out, drive it out, drop it out\n[00:07.83] You know! Let 'em know\n[00:11.74] I got chrome and paint\n[00:13.40] Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n[00:16.38] Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n[00:19.27] Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n[00:22.13] Street lights - dance on paint\n[00:24.74] Street lights - dance on chrome\n[00:27.53] Street lights - get a nigga home\n[00:30.11] You can die in these streets all alone\n[00:33.09] I am the wrong nigga, too fuckin grown nigga\n[00:35.42] To go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha ho nigga\n[00:37.43] I got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter\n[00:40.07] The deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggas\n[00:43.46] Retire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun\n[00:45.92] Killin niggas for fun, these rappers is done\n[00:48.92] The bigger they come, the harder they fall\n[00:51.39] I burn like the sun, continue to ball\n[00:54.99] He's got nuts and plus the Don touch\n[00:56.81] And split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch\n[00:59.74] He's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts\n[01:02.16] Just back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut\n[01:04.47] Cain't fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck\n[01:07.30] That niggas, really love him and tear the city up\n[01:09.82] Uhh, even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\n[01:13.29] Them nigga know how I act in the low-low\n[01:15.58] I got chrome and paint\n[01:18.47] Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n[01:21.53] Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n[01:23.94] Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n[01:26.65] Street lights - dance on paint\n[01:29.08] Street lights - dance on chrome\n[01:31.86] Street lights - get a nigga home\n[01:34.89] You can die in these streets all alone\n[01:37.59] I'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch\n[01:39.94] Off my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch\n[01:42.56] Under the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma\n[01:45.51] Play with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin flowers\n[01:48.18] I put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks\n[01:51.08] Hittin the switch, makin the fo' hopscotch\n[01:53.62] Rollin up imperial in dickie material\n[01:56.28] All in your periphreal, throwin shells at your vehicle\n[01:58.70] Clipped up, pimped up, big chipped up\n[02:01.55] Stacy Adams tips spiffed up, golf hat flipped up\n[02:03.64] I blow yo' ass off the map, fuck with Dub\n[02:07.05] I'll have yo' ass rollin home with windshield glass on your lap\n[02:09.67] Fuck rap, I'm wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs\n[02:12.28] Laughin at you niggas on MTV Cribs\n[02:15.14] I got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank\n[02:17.98] Hood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon\n[02:20.47] I got chrome and paint\n[02:22.78] Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n[02:25.73] Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n[02:28.43] Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n[02:31.28] Street lights - dance on paint\n[02:34.27] Street lights - dance on chrome\n[02:37.03] Street lights - get a nigga home\n[02:39.58] You can die in these streets all alone\n[02:42.22] Street lights (woop woop)\n[02:45.16] Street lights (woop woop)\n[02:54.50] Even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\n[02:56.08] Them nigga know how I act in the low-low\n[02:58.94] Slow mo', nigga check out my promo\n[03:01.46] You mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo\n[03:04.67] I got chrome and paint\n[03:06.22] Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n[03:09.30] Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n[03:11.93] Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n[03:14.32] Street lights - dance on paint\n[03:17.37] Street lights - dance on chrome\n[03:20.22] Street lights - get a nigga home\n[03:22.73] You can die in these streets all alone\n[03:25.54] Street lights...\n[03:26.73] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Chrome & Paint ft. 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Cali-forn-yi-aye\n  Sunday afternoon baby, pull it out\n  Whip it out, pull it out, drive it out, drop it out\n  You know! Let 'em know\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  I am the wrong nigga, too fuckin grown nigga\n  To go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha ho nigga\n  I got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter\n  The deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggas\n  Retire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun\n  Killin niggas for fun, these rappers is done\n  The bigger they come, the harder they fall\n  I burn like the sun, continue to ball\n  He's got nuts and plus the Don touch\n  And split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch\n  He's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts\n  Just back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut\n  Cain't fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck\n  That niggas, really love him and tear the city up\n  Uhh, even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\n  Them nigga know how I act in the low-low\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  I'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch\n  Off my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch\n  Under the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma\n  Play with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin flowers\n  I put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks\n  Hittin the switch, makin the fo' hopscotch\n  Rollin up imperial in dickie material\n  All in your periphreal, throwin shells at your vehicle\n  Clipped up, pimped up, big chipped up\n  Stacy Adams tips spiffed up, golf hat flipped up\n  I blow yo' ass off the map, fuck with Dub\n  I'll have yo' ass rollin home with windshield glass on your lap\n  Fuck rap, I'm wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs\n  Laughin at you niggas on MTV Cribs\n  I got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank\n  Hood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  Street lights (woop woop)\n  Street lights (woop woop)\n  Even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'\n  Them nigga know how I act in the low-low\n  Slow mo', nigga check out my promo\n  You mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo\n\n  I got chrome and paint\n  Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint\n  Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint\n  Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint\n  Street lights - dance on paint\n  Street lights - dance on chrome\n  Street lights - get a nigga home\n  You can die in these streets all alone\n\n  Street lights...\n"}]