[{"id":33955797,"name":"Once Upon A Time In The Projects","trackName":"Once Upon A Time In The Projects","artistName":"ICE CUBE","albumName":"Once Upon A Time In The Projects","duration":221.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Once upon a time in the projects, yo\nI damn near had to wreck a ho\nI knocked on the door (Who is it?)\n\"It's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya\"\n\"And what's up with the niggas in the parking lot?\"\nShe said \"Fuck 'em, 'cause they get sparked a lot\"\nI sat on the couch, but it wasn't stable\nAnd then I put my Nikes on the coffee table\nHer brother came in, he's into gangbangin'\n'Cause he walked up and said, \"What set you claimin'?\"\nI don't bang, I write the good rhymes\nThe whole scenery reminded me of good times\nI don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\nBy a young nigga that need to pull his pants up\nHe threw up a set and then he was gone\nI'm thinkin' to myself, \"Won't this bitch bring her ass on?\"\nHer mother came in with a joint in her mouth\nAnd fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\nShe said, \"Please excuse my house and all that\"\nI said, \"Yeah, 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\"\nLookin' at a fucked up black and white\nHer mom's bitchin', 'cause the county check wasn't right\nShe had another brother that was three years old\nAnd had a bad case of the runny nose\nHe asked me who I was, then I had to pause\nIt smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers\nI saw her sister, who really needs her ass kicked\nOnly thirteen and already pregnant\nI grabbed my forty out the bag and took a swig\n'Cause I was getting overwhelmed by Bebe Kids\nThey was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin'\nAnd tellin' and look at this young punk bailin'\nI heard a knock on the door without the password\nAnd her mom's got the twelve gauge Mossberg\nThe nigga said, \"Yo, what's for sale?\"\nAnd the bitch came out with a bag of yeyo\nShe made the drop and got the twenty dollars\nFrom a smoked out fool with ring around the collar\nThe girl I was waiting for came out\nI said \"Bitch, I didn't know this was a crack house!\"\nI got my coat and suddenly\n(Stop! The police, don't move, freeze or I'll kill ya!)\nThe cop busted in, I had a MAC-10 pointed at my dome\nAnd I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\nHe threw me on the carpet and wasn't cuttin' no slack\nJumped on my head and put his knee in my back\nFirst he tried to slap me up, wrap me up, rough me up\nThey couldn't do it, so they cuffed me up\nI said \"Fuck!\" How much abuse can a nigga take?\n\"Ayo officer, you're making a big mistake\"\nSince I had on a shirt that said I was \"dope\"\nHe thought I was selling base, they couldn't hear my case\nHe said, \"Get out my face,\" and must have had a grudge\nHis reply, tell that bullshit to the judge\nThe girl I was with wasn't sayin' nothin'\nI said \"Ayo bitch, you better tell 'em somethin'\"\nShe started draggin' and all of a sudden\nWe all got tossed in the paddy wagon\nNow I beat the rap, but that ain't the point\nI had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\nNow the story you heard has one little object\nDon't fuck with a bitch from the projects\n(I tell you man, these mother fuckin' projects man, ain't no joke, man, I'm telling you)\n(Especially them motherfuckin' ones in Watts, in South Central L.A., boy)\n(You don't fuck around with them projects, boy)\n(The rat's will whoop yo ass)\n(Yo, yo, you see that ho over there man?)\n(Look at that ho over there, man, I'll bust that ho out, straight up)\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.72] Once upon a time in the projects, yo\n[00:16.82] I damn near had to wreck a ho\n[00:19.56] I knocked on the door (Who is it?)\n[00:22.27] \"It's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya\"\n[00:25.45] \"And what's up with the niggas in the parking lot?\"\n[00:28.48] She said \"Fuck 'em, 'cause they get sparked a lot\"\n[00:32.02] I sat on the couch, but it wasn't stable\n[00:35.19] And then I put my Nikes on the coffee table\n[00:38.24] Her brother came in, he's into gangbangin'\n[00:40.88] 'Cause he walked up and said, \"What set you claimin'?\"\n[00:44.51] I don't bang, I write the good rhymes\n[00:47.21] The whole scenery reminded me of good times\n[00:50.27] I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\n[00:53.24] By a young nigga that need to pull his pants up\n[00:56.89] He threw up a set and then he was gone\n[00:59.42] I'm thinkin' to myself, \"Won't this bitch bring her ass on?\"\n[01:03.15] Her mother came in with a joint in her mouth\n[01:06.30] And fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\n[01:09.09] She said, \"Please excuse my house and all that\"\n[01:12.09] I said, \"Yeah, 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\"\n[01:15.83] Lookin' at a fucked up black and white\n[01:18.32] Her mom's bitchin', 'cause the county check wasn't right\n[01:21.74] She had another brother that was three years old\n[01:24.87] And had a bad case of the runny nose\n[01:27.95] He asked me who I was, then I had to pause\n[01:30.79] It smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers\n[01:33.92] I saw her sister, who really needs her ass kicked\n[01:36.91] Only thirteen and already pregnant\n[01:40.11] I grabbed my forty out the bag and took a swig\n[01:43.16] 'Cause I was getting overwhelmed by Bebe Kids\n[01:46.53] They was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin'\n[01:49.23] And tellin' and look at this young punk bailin'\n[01:52.54] I heard a knock on the door without the password\n[01:55.83] And her mom's got the twelve gauge Mossberg\n[01:58.82] The nigga said, \"Yo, what's for sale?\"\n[02:02.08] And the bitch came out with a bag of yeyo\n[02:05.35] She made the drop and got the twenty dollars\n[02:08.10] From a smoked out fool with ring around the collar\n[02:10.94] The girl I was waiting for came out\n[02:13.57] I said \"Bitch, I didn't know this was a crack house!\"\n[02:16.64] I got my coat and suddenly\n[02:19.78] (Stop! The police, don't move, freeze or I'll kill ya!)\n[02:23.27] The cop busted in, I had a MAC-10 pointed at my dome\n[02:27.08] And I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\n[02:30.34] He threw me on the carpet and wasn't cuttin' no slack\n[02:33.58] Jumped on my head and put his knee in my back\n[02:36.61] First he tried to slap me up, wrap me up, rough me up\n[02:40.07] They couldn't do it, so they cuffed me up\n[02:42.32] I said \"Fuck!\" How much abuse can a nigga take?\n[02:45.48] \"Ayo officer, you're making a big mistake\"\n[02:48.67] Since I had on a shirt that said I was \"dope\"\n[02:51.68] He thought I was selling base, they couldn't hear my case\n[02:54.86] He said, \"Get out my face,\" and must have had a grudge\n[02:57.96] His reply, tell that bullshit to the judge\n[03:01.42] The girl I was with wasn't sayin' nothin'\n[03:04.07] I said \"Ayo bitch, you better tell 'em somethin'\"\n[03:07.28] She started draggin' and all of a sudden\n[03:10.00] We all got tossed in the paddy wagon\n[03:12.79] Now I beat the rap, but that ain't the point\n[03:16.52] I had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\n[03:19.79] Now the story you heard has one little object\n[03:23.01] Don't fuck with a bitch from the projects\n[03:25.99] (I tell you man, these mother fuckin' projects man, ain't no joke, man, I'm telling you)\n[03:30.85] (Especially them motherfuckin' ones in Watts, in South Central L.A., boy)\n[03:34.68] (You don't fuck around with them projects, boy)\n[03:37.30] (The rat's will whoop yo ass)\n[03:44.09] (Yo, yo, you see that ho over there man?)\n[03:47.12] (Look at that ho over there, man, I'll bust that ho out, straight up)\n[03:50.52]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Once Upon A Time In The Projects\n  artist: ICE CUBE\n  album: Once Upon A Time In The Projects\n  duration_ms: 221000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Once upon a time in the projects, yo\n  start_ms: 12720\n  end_ms: 16820\n- text: I damn near had to wreck a 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The police, don't move, freeze or I'll kill ya!)\n  The cop busted in, I had a MAC-10 pointed at my dome\n  And I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\n  He threw me on the carpet and wasn't cuttin' no slack\n  Jumped on my head and put his knee in my back\n  First he tried to slap me up, wrap me up, rough me up\n  They couldn't do it, so they cuffed me up\n  I said \"Fuck!\" How much abuse can a nigga take?\n  \"Ayo officer, you're making a big mistake\"\n  Since I had on a shirt that said I was \"dope\"\n  He thought I was selling base, they couldn't hear my case\n  He said, \"Get out my face,\" and must have had a grudge\n  His reply, tell that bullshit to the judge\n  The girl I was with wasn't sayin' nothin'\n  I said \"Ayo bitch, you better tell 'em somethin'\"\n  She started draggin' and all of a sudden\n  We all got tossed in the paddy wagon\n  Now I beat the rap, but that ain't the point\n  I had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\n  Now the story you heard has one little object\n  Don't fuck with a bitch from the projects\n  (I tell you man, these mother fuckin' projects man, ain't no joke, man, I'm telling you)\n  (Especially them motherfuckin' ones in Watts, in South Central L.A., boy)\n  (You don't fuck around with them projects, boy)\n  (The rat's will whoop yo ass)\n  (Yo, yo, you see that ho over there man?)\n  (Look at that ho over there, man, I'll bust that ho out, straight up)\n"},{"id":33955799,"name":"Once Upon A Time In The Projects 2","trackName":"Once Upon A Time In The Projects 2","artistName":"ICE CUBE","albumName":"Once Upon A Time In The Projects 2","duration":185.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Once upon a time in the projects yo\nI damn near had to wreck a hoe\nYellin through the screen do' (hey, let me in!)\n(Big daddy got a fifth of gin, and down to sin)\nBaby up in two-ten, is on a nigga\nBendin over pickin up her mail, she can tell I'm dyin to get her\nI'm sittin in yo' livin room, slash kitchen\nA nigga ain't tryin to be the fuckin groom so stop bitchin\n*Knock knock knock* I like the way\nThat ass is switchin, answer the do'\nSome nigga in a eighty-caddy, yo' baby daddy\nLookin like he mad at me (what) wit'cho name on his neck\nHere we go with mo' drama in the projects\n\nWait a minute, who is this motherfucker?\n\nYou better take his ass in the back, and start talkin\nNick that bud 'fore it bloom, and start stalkin\nI can hear you guys yellin *glass breaks* a little strugglin\nYouse a fool if you think that I'm jumpin in\nThat nigga jet, smokin on a ciggarette\nYou say domestic shit, get you soakin wet?\nWell come widdit and get it, blow my socks\nWhile I'm drinkin all the kool-aid, watchin jamie foxx\nI'm hearin mo' knocks *knock knock knock*\n(Oh, that's just my people\nThey came all the way to the projects to meet you) who?\nThis fool wearin black, his girl, in the see through\nDistraction, a little action, *fight ensues* I woke up\nTied up like (what happened? punk you shoulda stuck to rappin\nNiggaz tell me you got a house full of platinum.\nWhere the platinum at motherfucker?\nI hear that shit worth more than gold!)\n\nWait a minute motherfucker, this my house!\n\nOnce upon a time in the projects\nOnce upon a time, once upon a time\n\nI'm like baffled, they got me gaffled, with the duct tape\nSo I remain raw, in come this chainsaw *knock knock knock*\nAnother knock, it's the girl from two-ten\nHere to drop salt, that's when them bitches fought\nI thought, \"i bet-ta plan my escape\"\nIn the midst of this commotion, ice cube is breakin tape\nI'm free, bombin on the first thing I see\nAnd guess who walk in, with a nine, and a grin\nIt's the baby daddy he ain't playin, *gunshots*\nHe started layin everybody down, about face with a frown\nI'm runnin to the bedroom, I lock the do'\nAnd grab the phone, the bitch phone ain't turned on\nI think I'm gone, that's when I hear a soft knock\nIt's the girl from two-ten, with her number, and a glock\nSaid, \"call me up, if it's for sex, or chin check\nNigga get you a real ass bitch from the projects!\"\n\nAnd I just might do that\n\nOnce upon a time in the projects\nOnce upon a time, once upon a time","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Once Upon A Time In The Projects 2\n  artist: ICE CUBE\n  album: Once Upon A Time In The Projects 2\n  duration_ms: 185000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Once upon a time in the projects yo\n  I damn near had to wreck a hoe\n  Yellin through the screen do' (hey, let me in!)\n  (Big daddy got a fifth of gin, and down to sin)\n  Baby up in two-ten, is on a nigga\n  Bendin over pickin up her mail, she can tell I'm dyin to get her\n  I'm sittin in yo' livin room, slash kitchen\n  A nigga ain't tryin to be the fuckin groom so stop bitchin\n  *Knock knock knock* I like the way\n  That ass is switchin, answer the do'\n  Some nigga in a eighty-caddy, yo' baby daddy\n  Lookin like he mad at me (what) wit'cho name on his neck\n  Here we go with mo' drama in the projects\n\n  Wait a minute, who is this motherfucker?\n\n  You better take his ass in the back, and start talkin\n  Nick that bud 'fore it bloom, and start stalkin\n  I can hear you guys yellin *glass breaks* a little strugglin\n  Youse a fool if you think that I'm jumpin in\n  That nigga jet, smokin on a ciggarette\n  You say domestic shit, get you soakin wet?\n  Well come widdit and get it, blow my socks\n  While I'm drinkin all the kool-aid, watchin jamie foxx\n  I'm hearin mo' knocks *knock knock knock*\n  (Oh, that's just my people\n  They came all the way to the projects to meet you) who?\n  This fool wearin black, his girl, in the see through\n  Distraction, a little action, *fight ensues* I woke up\n  Tied up like (what happened? punk you shoulda stuck to rappin\n  Niggaz tell me you got a house full of platinum.\n  Where the platinum at motherfucker?\n  I hear that shit worth more than gold!)\n\n  Wait a minute motherfucker, this my house!\n\n  Once upon a time in the projects\n  Once upon a time, once upon a time\n\n  I'm like baffled, they got me gaffled, with the duct tape\n  So I remain raw, in come this chainsaw *knock knock knock*\n  Another knock, it's the girl from two-ten\n  Here to drop salt, that's when them bitches fought\n  I thought, \"i bet-ta plan my escape\"\n  In the midst of this commotion, ice cube is breakin tape\n  I'm free, bombin on the first thing I see\n  And guess who walk in, with a nine, and a grin\n  It's the baby daddy he ain't playin, *gunshots*\n  He started layin everybody down, about face with a frown\n  I'm runnin to the bedroom, I lock the do'\n  And grab the phone, the bitch phone ain't turned on\n  I think I'm gone, that's when I hear a soft knock\n  It's the girl from two-ten, with her number, and a glock\n  Said, \"call me up, if it's for sex, or chin check\n  Nigga get you a real ass bitch from the projects!\"\n\n  And I just might do that\n\n  Once upon a time in the projects\n  Once upon a time, once upon a time\n"},{"id":13010275,"name":"Once Upon A Time In The Projects","trackName":"Once Upon A Time In The Projects","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"Ice Cube","duration":221.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Once upon a time in the projects, yo\nI damn near had to wreck a ho\nI knocked on the door (who is it?)\nIt's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya'\nAnd what's up with the niggas in the parking lot\nShe said, \"Fuck 'em, 'cause they get sparked a lot\"\nI sat on the couch but it wasn't stable\nAnd then I put my Nike's on the coffee table\n\nHer brother came in, he's into gang-bangin'\n'Cause he walked up and said, \"What set you claimin'?\"\nI don't bang, I write the good rhymes\nThe whole scenery reminded me of Good Times\nI don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\nBy a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up\nHe threw up a set and then he was gone\nI'm thinkin' to myself, won't this bitch bring her ass on?\n\nHer mother came in with a joint in her mouth\nAnd fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\nShe said, \"Please excuse my house,\" and all that\nI said, \"Yeah\" 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\nLookin' at a fucked up black and white\nHer mom's bitchin' cause the county check wasn't right\nShe had another brother that was three years old\nAnd had a bad case of the runny nose\n\nHe asked me who I was, then I had to pause\nIt smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers\nI saw her sister who really needs her ass kicked\nOnly 13 and already pregnant\nI grabbed my 40 out the bag and took a swig\n'Cause I was getting overwhelmed by BeBe Kids\nThey was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin' and tellin'\nAnd look at this young punk bailin'\n\nI heard a knock on the door without the password\nAnd her mom's got the 12 gauge Mossberg\nThe nigga said, \"Yo, what's for sale?\" (Yo, what's for sale, man?)\nAnd the bitch came out with a bag of yayo\nShe made the drop and got the 20 dollars\nFrom a smoked-out fool with ring around the collar\nThe girl I was waiting for came out\nI said, \"Bitch, I didn't know this was a crack house\"\nI got my coat, and suddenly\n\n(Stop, the police, don't move! Freeze! I'll kill ya!)\nThe cop busted in and had a Mac-10 pointed at my dome\nAnd I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\nHe threw me on the carpet and wasn't cuttin' no slack\nJumped on my head and put his knee in my back\nFirst he tried to slap me up, wrap me up, rough me up\nThey couldn't do it so they cuffed me up\nI said, \"fuck, how much abuse can a nigga take\"\n\nHey yo, officer, you're making a big mistake\nSince I had on a shirt that said I was dope\nHe thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case\nHe said, \"Get out my face\" and musta had a grudge\nHis reply, \"Tell that bullshit to the judge\"\nThe girl I was with wasn't sayin' nothin'\nI said, \"Aiyyo bitch, you better tell 'em somethin'\"\nShe started draggin' and all of a sudden\n\nWe all got tossed in the paddy wagon\nNow I beat the rap but that ain't the point\nI had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\nNow the story you heard has one little object\nDon't fuck with a bitch from the projects\n\nYo man, motherfucking project with a name kinda chill\nTell 'em\nEspecially motherfucking ones in Walton South of New LA, boy\nDon't fuck around with 'em projects boy\nRats will whoop your ass (yeah, y'all like that?)\n(Yo! You see that ho with that man?)\nQuit that hoe man, I'll buss out and wild\nStraight up","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.27] Once upon a time in the projects, yo\n[00:04.66] I damn near had to wreck a ho\n[00:07.37] I knocked on the door (who is it?)\n[00:09.86] It's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya'\n[00:12.82] And what's up with the niggas in the parking lot\n[00:16.01] She said, \"Fuck 'em, 'cause they get sparked a lot\"\n[00:19.05] I sat on the couch but it wasn't stable\n[00:22.24] And then I put my Nike's on the coffee table\n[00:25.58] Her brother came in, he's into gang-bangin'\n[00:28.45] 'Cause he walked up and said, \"What set you claimin'?\"\n[00:31.79] I don't bang, I write the good rhymes\n[00:34.63] The whole scenery reminded me of Good Times\n[00:37.99] I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\n[00:40.83] By a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up\n[00:43.98] He threw up a set and then he was gone\n[00:46.95] I'm thinkin' to myself, won't this bitch bring her ass on?\n[00:50.33] Her mother came in with a joint in her mouth\n[00:53.67] And fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\n[00:56.77] She said, \"Please excuse my house,\" and all that\n[00:59.55] I said, \"Yeah\" 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\n[01:02.96] Lookin' at a fucked up black and white\n[01:05.86] Her mom's bitchin' cause the county check wasn't right\n[01:09.15] She had another brother that was three years old\n[01:12.06] And had a bad case of the runny nose\n[01:15.53] He asked me who I was, then I had to pause\n[01:18.40] It smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers\n[01:21.23] I saw her sister who really needs her ass kicked\n[01:24.45] Only 13 and already pregnant\n[01:27.74] I grabbed my 40 out the bag and took a swig\n[01:30.88] 'Cause I was getting overwhelmed by BeBe Kids\n[01:33.13] They was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin' and tellin'\n[01:37.32] And look at this young punk bailin'\n[01:40.04] I heard a knock on the door without the password\n[01:43.40] And her mom's got the 12 gauge Mossberg\n[01:46.38] The nigga said, \"Yo, what's for sale?\" (Yo, what's for sale, man?)\n[01:49.47] And the bitch came out with a bag of yayo\n[01:52.72] She made the drop and got the 20 dollars\n[01:55.43] From a smoked-out fool with ring around the collar\n[01:58.62] The girl I was waiting for came out\n[02:01.41] I said, \"Bitch, I didn't know this was a crack house\"\n[02:04.39] I got my coat, and suddenly\n[02:07.41] (Stop, the police, don't move! Freeze! I'll kill ya!)\n[02:10.73] The cop busted in and had a Mac-10 pointed at my dome\n[02:14.47] And I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\n[02:17.55] He threw me on the carpet and wasn't cuttin' no slack\n[02:21.02] Jumped on my head and put his knee in my back\n[02:24.02] First he tried to slap me up, wrap me up, rough me up\n[02:27.58] They couldn't do it so they cuffed me up\n[02:29.79] I said, \"fuck, how much abuse can a nigga take\"\n[02:33.00] Hey yo, officer, you're making a big mistake\n[02:36.13] Since I had on a shirt that said I was dope\n[02:39.06] He thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case\n[02:42.27] He said, \"Get out my face\" and musta had a grudge\n[02:45.29] His reply, \"Tell that bullshit to the judge\"\n[02:48.72] The girl I was with wasn't sayin' nothin'\n[02:51.68] I said, \"Aiyyo bitch, you better tell 'em somethin'\"\n[02:54.78] She started draggin' and all of a sudden\n[02:57.36] We all got tossed in the paddy wagon\n[03:00.43] Now I beat the rap but that ain't the point\n[03:03.73] I had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\n[03:07.34] Now the story you heard has one little object\n[03:10.57] Don't fuck with a bitch from the projects\n[03:13.45] Yo man, motherfucking project with a name kinda chill\n[03:16.49] Tell 'em\n[03:18.78] Especially motherfucking ones in Walton South of New LA, boy\n[03:22.53] Don't fuck around with 'em projects boy\n[03:25.06] Rats will whoop your ass (yeah, y'all like that?)\n[03:31.80] (Yo! You see that ho with that man?)\n[03:34.27] Quit that hoe man, I'll buss out and wild\n[03:37.38] Straight up\n[03:38.00] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Once Upon A Time In The Projects\n  artist: Ice Cube\n  album: Ice Cube\n  duration_ms: 221000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Once upon a time in the projects, yo\n  start_ms: 270\n  end_ms: 4660\n- text: I damn near had to wreck a ho\n  start_ms: 4660\n  end_ms: 7370\n- text: I knocked on the door (who is it?)\n  start_ms: 7370\n  end_ms: 9860\n- text: It's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya'\n  start_ms: 9860\n  end_ms: 12820\n- text: And what's up with the niggas in the parking lot\n  start_ms: 12820\n  end_ms: 16010\n- text: She said, \"Fuck 'em, 'cause they get sparked a lot\"\n  start_ms: 16010\n  end_ms: 19050\n- text: I sat on the couch but it wasn't stable\n  start_ms: 19050\n  end_ms: 22240\n- text: And then I put my Nike's on the coffee table\n  start_ms: 22240\n  end_ms: 25580\n- text: Her brother came in, he's into gang-bangin'\n  start_ms: 25580\n  end_ms: 28450\n- text: '''Cause he walked up and said, \"What set you claimin''?\"'\n  start_ms: 28450\n  end_ms: 31790\n- text: I don't bang, I write the good rhymes\n  start_ms: 31790\n  end_ms: 34630\n- text: The whole scenery reminded me of Good Times\n  start_ms: 34630\n  end_ms: 37990\n- text: I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\n  start_ms: 37990\n  end_ms: 40830\n- text: By a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up\n  start_ms: 40830\n  end_ms: 43980\n- text: He threw up a set and then he was gone\n  start_ms: 43980\n  end_ms: 46950\n- text: I'm thinkin' to myself, won't this bitch bring her ass on?\n  start_ms: 46950\n  end_ms: 50330\n- text: Her mother came in with a joint in her mouth\n  start_ms: 50330\n  end_ms: 53670\n- text: And fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\n  start_ms: 53670\n  end_ms: 56770\n- text: She said, \"Please excuse my house,\" and all that\n  start_ms: 56770\n  end_ms: 59550\n- text: I said, \"Yeah\" 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\n  start_ms: 59550\n  end_ms: 62960\n- text: Lookin' at a fucked up black and white\n  start_ms: 62960\n  end_ms: 65860\n- text: Her mom's bitchin' cause the county check wasn't right\n  start_ms: 65860\n  end_ms: 69150\n- text: She had another brother that was three years old\n  start_ms: 69150\n  end_ms: 72060\n- text: And had a bad case of the runny nose\n  start_ms: 72060\n  end_ms: 75530\n- text: He asked me who I was, then I had to pause\n  start_ms: 75530\n  end_ms: 78400\n- text: It smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers\n  start_ms: 78400\n  end_ms: 81230\n- text: I saw her sister who really needs her ass kicked\n  start_ms: 81230\n  end_ms: 84450\n- text: Only 13 and already pregnant\n  start_ms: 84450\n  end_ms: 87740\n- text: I grabbed my 40 out the bag and took a swig\n  start_ms: 87740\n  end_ms: 90880\n- text: '''Cause I was getting overwhelmed by BeBe Kids'\n  start_ms: 90880\n  end_ms: 93130\n- text: They was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin' and tellin'\n  start_ms: 93130\n  end_ms: 97320\n- text: And look at this young punk bailin'\n  start_ms: 97320\n  end_ms: 100040\n- text: I heard a knock on the door without the password\n  start_ms: 100040\n  end_ms: 103400\n- text: And her mom's got the 12 gauge Mossberg\n  start_ms: 103400\n  end_ms: 106380\n- text: The nigga said, \"Yo, what's for sale?\" (Yo, what's for sale, man?)\n  start_ms: 106380\n  end_ms: 109470\n- text: And the bitch came out with a bag of yayo\n  start_ms: 109470\n  end_ms: 112720\n- text: She made the drop and got the 20 dollars\n  start_ms: 112720\n  end_ms: 115430\n- text: From a smoked-out fool with ring around the collar\n  start_ms: 115430\n  end_ms: 118620\n- text: The girl I was waiting for came out\n  start_ms: 118620\n  end_ms: 121410\n- text: I said, \"Bitch, I didn't know this was a crack house\"\n  start_ms: 121410\n  end_ms: 124390\n- text: I got my coat, and suddenly\n  start_ms: 124390\n  end_ms: 127410\n- text: (Stop, the police, don't move! 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You see that ho with that man?)\n  start_ms: 211800\n  end_ms: 214270\n- text: Quit that hoe man, I'll buss out and wild\n  start_ms: 214270\n  end_ms: 217380\n- text: Straight up\n  start_ms: 217380\n  end_ms: 218000\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 218000\nplain: |-\n  Once upon a time in the projects, yo\n  I damn near had to wreck a ho\n  I knocked on the door (who is it?)\n  It's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya'\n  And what's up with the niggas in the parking lot\n  She said, \"Fuck 'em, 'cause they get sparked a lot\"\n  I sat on the couch but it wasn't stable\n  And then I put my Nike's on the coffee table\n\n  Her brother came in, he's into gang-bangin'\n  'Cause he walked up and said, \"What set you claimin'?\"\n  I don't bang, I write the good rhymes\n  The whole scenery reminded me of Good Times\n  I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\n  By a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up\n  He threw up a set and then he was gone\n  I'm thinkin' to myself, won't this bitch bring her ass on?\n\n  Her mother came in with a joint in her mouth\n  And fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\n  She said, \"Please excuse my house,\" and all that\n  I said, \"Yeah\" 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\n  Lookin' at a fucked up black and white\n  Her mom's bitchin' cause the county check wasn't right\n  She had another brother that was three years old\n  And had a bad case of the runny nose\n\n  He asked me who I was, then I had to pause\n  It smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers\n  I saw her sister who really needs her ass kicked\n  Only 13 and already pregnant\n  I grabbed my 40 out the bag and took a swig\n  'Cause I was getting overwhelmed by BeBe Kids\n  They was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin' and tellin'\n  And look at this young punk bailin'\n\n  I heard a knock on the door without the password\n  And her mom's got the 12 gauge Mossberg\n  The nigga said, \"Yo, what's for sale?\" (Yo, what's for sale, man?)\n  And the bitch came out with a bag of yayo\n  She made the drop and got the 20 dollars\n  From a smoked-out fool with ring around the collar\n  The girl I was waiting for came out\n  I said, \"Bitch, I didn't know this was a crack house\"\n  I got my coat, and suddenly\n\n  (Stop, the police, don't move! Freeze! I'll kill ya!)\n  The cop busted in and had a Mac-10 pointed at my dome\n  And I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\n  He threw me on the carpet and wasn't cuttin' no slack\n  Jumped on my head and put his knee in my back\n  First he tried to slap me up, wrap me up, rough me up\n  They couldn't do it so they cuffed me up\n  I said, \"fuck, how much abuse can a nigga take\"\n\n  Hey yo, officer, you're making a big mistake\n  Since I had on a shirt that said I was dope\n  He thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case\n  He said, \"Get out my face\" and musta had a grudge\n  His reply, \"Tell that bullshit to the judge\"\n  The girl I was with wasn't sayin' nothin'\n  I said, \"Aiyyo bitch, you better tell 'em somethin'\"\n  She started draggin' and all of a sudden\n\n  We all got tossed in the paddy wagon\n  Now I beat the rap but that ain't the point\n  I had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\n  Now the story you heard has one little object\n  Don't fuck with a bitch from the projects\n\n  Yo man, motherfucking project with a name kinda chill\n  Tell 'em\n  Especially motherfucking ones in Walton South of New LA, boy\n  Don't fuck around with 'em projects boy\n  Rats will whoop your ass (yeah, y'all like that?)\n  (Yo! You see that ho with that man?)\n  Quit that hoe man, I'll buss out and wild\n  Straight up\n"},{"id":16128407,"name":"Once Upon A Time In The Projects","trackName":"Once Upon A Time In The Projects","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"Ice Cube: Greatest Hits","duration":220.821769,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Once upon a time in the projects, yo\nI damn near had to wreck a ho\nI knocked on the door (who is it?)\nIt's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya'\nAnd what's up with the niggas in the parking lot\nShe said, \"Fuck 'em, 'cause they get sparked a lot\"\nI sat on the couch but it wasn't stable\nAnd then I put my Nike's on the coffee table\n\nHer brother came in, he's into gang-bangin'\n'Cause he walked up and said, \"What set you claimin'?\"\nI don't bang, I write the good rhymes\nThe whole scenery reminded me of Good Times\nI don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\nBy a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up\nHe threw up a set and then he was gone\nI'm thinkin' to myself, won't this bitch bring her ass on?\n\nHer mother came in with a joint in her mouth\nAnd fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\nShe said, \"Please excuse my house,\" and all that\nI said, \"Yeah\" 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\nLookin' at a fucked up black and white\nHer mom's bitchin' cause the county check wasn't right\nShe had another brother that was three years old\nAnd had a bad case of the runny nose\n\nHe asked me who I was, then I had to pause\nIt smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers\nI saw her sister who really needs her ass kicked\nOnly 13 and already pregnant\nI grabbed my 40 out the bag and took a swig\n'Cause I was getting overwhelmed by BeBe Kids\nThey was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin' and tellin'\nAnd look at this young punk bailin'\n\nI heard a knock on the door without the password\nAnd her mom's got the 12 gauge Mossberg\nThe nigga said, \"Yo, what's for sale?\" (Yo, what's for sale, man?)\nAnd the bitch came out with a bag of yayo\nShe made the drop and got the 20 dollars\nFrom a smoked-out fool with ring around the collar\nThe girl I was waiting for came out\nI said, \"Bitch, I didn't know this was a crack house\"\nI got my coat, and suddenly\n\n(Stop, the police, don't move! Freeze! I'll kill ya!)\nThe cop busted in and had a Mac-10 pointed at my dome\nAnd I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\nHe threw me on the carpet and wasn't cuttin' no slack\nJumped on my head and put his knee in my back\nFirst he tried to slap me up, wrap me up, rough me up\nThey couldn't do it so they cuffed me up\nI said, \"fuck, how much abuse can a nigga take\"\n\nHey yo, officer, you're making a big mistake\nSince I had on a shirt that said I was dope\nHe thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case\nHe said, \"Get out my face\" and musta had a grudge\nHis reply, \"Tell that bullshit to the judge\"\nThe girl I was with wasn't sayin' nothin'\nI said, \"Aiyyo bitch, you better tell 'em somethin'\"\nShe started draggin' and all of a sudden\n\nWe all got tossed in the paddy wagon\nNow I beat the rap but that ain't the point\nI had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\nNow the story you heard has one little object\nDon't fuck with a bitch from the projects\n\nYo man, motherfucking project with a name kinda chill\nTell 'em\nEspecially motherfucking ones in Walton South of New LA, boy\nDon't fuck around with 'em projects boy\nRats will whoop your ass (yeah, y'all like that?)\n(Yo! You see that ho with that man?)\nQuit that hoe man, I'll buss out and wild\nStraight up","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.27] Once upon a time in the projects, yo\n[00:04.66] I damn near had to wreck a ho\n[00:07.37] I knocked on the door (who is it?)\n[00:09.86] It's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya'\n[00:12.82] And what's up with the niggas in the parking lot\n[00:16.01] She said, \"Fuck 'em, 'cause they get sparked a lot\"\n[00:19.05] I sat on the couch but it wasn't stable\n[00:22.24] And then I put my Nike's on the coffee table\n[00:25.58] Her brother came in, he's into gang-bangin'\n[00:28.45] 'Cause he walked up and said, \"What set you claimin'?\"\n[00:31.79] I don't bang, I write the good rhymes\n[00:34.63] The whole scenery reminded me of Good Times\n[00:37.99] I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\n[00:40.83] By a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up\n[00:43.98] He threw up a set and then he was gone\n[00:46.95] I'm thinkin' to myself, won't this bitch bring her ass on?\n[00:50.33] Her mother came in with a joint in her mouth\n[00:53.67] And fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\n[00:56.77] She said, \"Please excuse my house,\" and all that\n[00:59.55] I said, \"Yeah\" 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\n[01:02.96] Lookin' at a fucked up black and white\n[01:05.86] Her mom's bitchin' cause the county check wasn't right\n[01:09.15] She had another brother that was three years old\n[01:12.06] And had a bad case of the runny nose\n[01:15.53] He asked me who I was, then I had to pause\n[01:18.40] It smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers\n[01:21.23] I saw her sister who really needs her ass kicked\n[01:24.45] Only 13 and already pregnant\n[01:27.74] I grabbed my 40 out the bag and took a swig\n[01:30.88] 'Cause I was getting overwhelmed by BeBe Kids\n[01:33.13] They was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin' and tellin'\n[01:37.32] And look at this young punk bailin'\n[01:40.04] I heard a knock on the door without the password\n[01:43.40] And her mom's got the 12 gauge Mossberg\n[01:46.38] The nigga said, \"Yo, what's for sale?\" (Yo, what's for sale, man?)\n[01:49.47] And the bitch came out with a bag of yayo\n[01:52.72] She made the drop and got the 20 dollars\n[01:55.43] From a smoked-out fool with ring around the collar\n[01:58.62] The girl I was waiting for came out\n[02:01.41] I said, \"Bitch, I didn't know this was a crack house\"\n[02:04.39] I got my coat, and suddenly\n[02:07.41] (Stop, the police, don't move! Freeze! I'll kill ya!)\n[02:10.73] The cop busted in and had a Mac-10 pointed at my dome\n[02:14.47] And I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\n[02:17.55] He threw me on the carpet and wasn't cuttin' no slack\n[02:21.02] Jumped on my head and put his knee in my back\n[02:24.02] First he tried to slap me up, wrap me up, rough me up\n[02:27.58] They couldn't do it so they cuffed me up\n[02:29.79] I said, \"fuck, how much abuse can a nigga take\"\n[02:33.00] Hey yo, officer, you're making a big mistake\n[02:36.13] Since I had on a shirt that said I was dope\n[02:39.06] He thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case\n[02:42.27] He said, \"Get out my face\" and musta had a grudge\n[02:45.29] His reply, \"Tell that bullshit to the judge\"\n[02:48.72] The girl I was with wasn't sayin' nothin'\n[02:51.68] I said, \"Aiyyo bitch, you better tell 'em somethin'\"\n[02:54.78] She started draggin' and all of a sudden\n[02:57.36] We all got tossed in the paddy wagon\n[03:00.43] Now I beat the rap but that ain't the point\n[03:03.73] I had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\n[03:07.34] Now the story you heard has one little object\n[03:10.57] Don't fuck with a bitch from the projects\n[03:13.45] Yo man, motherfucking project with a name kinda chill\n[03:16.49] Tell 'em\n[03:18.78] Especially motherfucking ones in Walton South of New LA, boy\n[03:22.53] Don't fuck around with 'em projects boy\n[03:25.06] Rats will whoop your ass (yeah, y'all like that?)\n[03:31.80] (Yo! You see that ho with that man?)\n[03:34.27] Quit that hoe man, I'll buss out and wild\n[03:37.38] Straight up\n[03:38.00] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Once Upon A Time In The Projects\n  artist: Ice Cube\n  album: 'Ice Cube: Greatest Hits'\n  duration_ms: 220822\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Once upon a time in the projects, yo\n  start_ms: 270\n  end_ms: 4660\n- text: I damn near had to wreck a ho\n  start_ms: 4660\n  end_ms: 7370\n- text: I knocked on the door (who is it?)\n  start_ms: 7370\n  end_ms: 9860\n- text: It's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya'\n  start_ms: 9860\n  end_ms: 12820\n- text: And what's up with the niggas in the parking lot\n  start_ms: 12820\n  end_ms: 16010\n- text: She said, \"Fuck 'em, 'cause they get sparked a lot\"\n  start_ms: 16010\n  end_ms: 19050\n- text: I sat on the couch but it wasn't stable\n  start_ms: 19050\n  end_ms: 22240\n- text: And then I put my Nike's on the coffee table\n  start_ms: 22240\n  end_ms: 25580\n- text: Her brother came in, he's into gang-bangin'\n  start_ms: 25580\n  end_ms: 28450\n- text: '''Cause he walked up and said, \"What set you claimin''?\"'\n  start_ms: 28450\n  end_ms: 31790\n- text: I don't bang, I write the good rhymes\n  start_ms: 31790\n  end_ms: 34630\n- text: The whole scenery reminded me of Good Times\n  start_ms: 34630\n  end_ms: 37990\n- text: I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\n  start_ms: 37990\n  end_ms: 40830\n- text: By a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up\n  start_ms: 40830\n  end_ms: 43980\n- text: He threw up a set and then he was gone\n  start_ms: 43980\n  end_ms: 46950\n- text: I'm thinkin' to myself, won't this bitch bring her ass on?\n  start_ms: 46950\n  end_ms: 50330\n- text: Her mother came in with a joint in her mouth\n  start_ms: 50330\n  end_ms: 53670\n- text: And fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\n  start_ms: 53670\n  end_ms: 56770\n- text: She said, \"Please excuse my house,\" and all that\n  start_ms: 56770\n  end_ms: 59550\n- text: I said, \"Yeah\" 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\n  start_ms: 59550\n  end_ms: 62960\n- text: Lookin' at a fucked up black and white\n  start_ms: 62960\n  end_ms: 65860\n- text: Her mom's bitchin' cause the county check wasn't right\n  start_ms: 65860\n  end_ms: 69150\n- text: She had another brother that was three years old\n  start_ms: 69150\n  end_ms: 72060\n- text: And had a bad case of the runny nose\n  start_ms: 72060\n  end_ms: 75530\n- text: He asked me who I was, then I had to pause\n  start_ms: 75530\n  end_ms: 78400\n- text: It smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers\n  start_ms: 78400\n  end_ms: 81230\n- text: I saw her sister who really needs her ass kicked\n  start_ms: 81230\n  end_ms: 84450\n- text: Only 13 and already pregnant\n  start_ms: 84450\n  end_ms: 87740\n- text: I grabbed my 40 out the bag and took a swig\n  start_ms: 87740\n  end_ms: 90880\n- text: '''Cause I was getting overwhelmed by BeBe Kids'\n  start_ms: 90880\n  end_ms: 93130\n- text: They was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin' and tellin'\n  start_ms: 93130\n  end_ms: 97320\n- text: And look at this young punk bailin'\n  start_ms: 97320\n  end_ms: 100040\n- text: I heard a knock on the door without the password\n  start_ms: 100040\n  end_ms: 103400\n- text: And her mom's got the 12 gauge Mossberg\n  start_ms: 103400\n  end_ms: 106380\n- text: The nigga said, \"Yo, what's for sale?\" (Yo, what's for sale, man?)\n  start_ms: 106380\n  end_ms: 109470\n- text: And the bitch came out with a bag of yayo\n  start_ms: 109470\n  end_ms: 112720\n- text: She made the drop and got the 20 dollars\n  start_ms: 112720\n  end_ms: 115430\n- text: From a smoked-out fool with ring around the collar\n  start_ms: 115430\n  end_ms: 118620\n- text: The girl I was waiting for came out\n  start_ms: 118620\n  end_ms: 121410\n- text: I said, \"Bitch, I didn't know this was a crack house\"\n  start_ms: 121410\n  end_ms: 124390\n- text: I got my coat, and suddenly\n  start_ms: 124390\n  end_ms: 127410\n- text: (Stop, the police, don't move! 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You see that ho with that man?)\n  start_ms: 211800\n  end_ms: 214270\n- text: Quit that hoe man, I'll buss out and wild\n  start_ms: 214270\n  end_ms: 217380\n- text: Straight up\n  start_ms: 217380\n  end_ms: 218000\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 218000\nplain: |-\n  Once upon a time in the projects, yo\n  I damn near had to wreck a ho\n  I knocked on the door (who is it?)\n  It's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya'\n  And what's up with the niggas in the parking lot\n  She said, \"Fuck 'em, 'cause they get sparked a lot\"\n  I sat on the couch but it wasn't stable\n  And then I put my Nike's on the coffee table\n\n  Her brother came in, he's into gang-bangin'\n  'Cause he walked up and said, \"What set you claimin'?\"\n  I don't bang, I write the good rhymes\n  The whole scenery reminded me of Good Times\n  I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\n  By a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up\n  He threw up a set and then he was gone\n  I'm thinkin' to myself, won't this bitch bring her ass on?\n\n  Her mother came in with a joint in her mouth\n  And fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\n  She said, \"Please excuse my house,\" and all that\n  I said, \"Yeah\" 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\n  Lookin' at a fucked up black and white\n  Her mom's bitchin' cause the county check wasn't right\n  She had another brother that was three years old\n  And had a bad case of the runny nose\n\n  He asked me who I was, then I had to pause\n  It smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers\n  I saw her sister who really needs her ass kicked\n  Only 13 and already pregnant\n  I grabbed my 40 out the bag and took a swig\n  'Cause I was getting overwhelmed by BeBe Kids\n  They was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin' and tellin'\n  And look at this young punk bailin'\n\n  I heard a knock on the door without the password\n  And her mom's got the 12 gauge Mossberg\n  The nigga said, \"Yo, what's for sale?\" (Yo, what's for sale, man?)\n  And the bitch came out with a bag of yayo\n  She made the drop and got the 20 dollars\n  From a smoked-out fool with ring around the collar\n  The girl I was waiting for came out\n  I said, \"Bitch, I didn't know this was a crack house\"\n  I got my coat, and suddenly\n\n  (Stop, the police, don't move! Freeze! I'll kill ya!)\n  The cop busted in and had a Mac-10 pointed at my dome\n  And I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\n  He threw me on the carpet and wasn't cuttin' no slack\n  Jumped on my head and put his knee in my back\n  First he tried to slap me up, wrap me up, rough me up\n  They couldn't do it so they cuffed me up\n  I said, \"fuck, how much abuse can a nigga take\"\n\n  Hey yo, officer, you're making a big mistake\n  Since I had on a shirt that said I was dope\n  He thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case\n  He said, \"Get out my face\" and musta had a grudge\n  His reply, \"Tell that bullshit to the judge\"\n  The girl I was with wasn't sayin' nothin'\n  I said, \"Aiyyo bitch, you better tell 'em somethin'\"\n  She started draggin' and all of a sudden\n\n  We all got tossed in the paddy wagon\n  Now I beat the rap but that ain't the point\n  I had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\n  Now the story you heard has one little object\n  Don't fuck with a bitch from the projects\n\n  Yo man, motherfucking project with a name kinda chill\n  Tell 'em\n  Especially motherfucking ones in Walton South of New LA, boy\n  Don't fuck around with 'em projects boy\n  Rats will whoop your ass (yeah, y'all like that?)\n  (Yo! You see that ho with that man?)\n  Quit that hoe man, I'll buss out and wild\n  Straight up\n"},{"id":38710128,"name":"Once Upon A Time In The Projects","trackName":"Once Upon A Time In The Projects","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"Ice Cube · Greatest Hits","duration":221.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Once upon a time in the projects, yo\nI damn near had to wreck a ho\nI knocked on the door (Who is it?)\n\"It's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya\"\n\"And what's up with the niggas in the parking lot?\"\nShe said \"Fuck 'em, 'cause they get sparked a lot\"\nI sat on the couch, but it wasn't stable\nAnd then I put my Nikes on the coffee table\nHer brother came in, he's into gangbangin'\n'Cause he walked up and said, \"What set you claimin'?\"\nI don't bang, I write the good rhymes\nThe whole scenery reminded me of good times\nI don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\nBy a young nigga that need to pull his pants up\nHe threw up a set and then he was gone\nI'm thinkin' to myself, \"Won't this bitch bring her ass on?\"\nHer mother came in with a joint in her mouth\nAnd fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\nShe said, \"Please excuse my house and all that\"\nI said, \"Yeah, 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\"\nLookin' at a fucked up black and white\nHer mom's bitchin', 'cause the county check wasn't right\nShe had another brother that was three years old\nAnd had a bad case of the runny nose\nHe asked me who I was, then I had to pause\nIt smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers\nI saw her sister, who really needs her ass kicked\nOnly thirteen and already pregnant\nI grabbed my forty out the bag and took a swig\n'Cause I was getting overwhelmed by Bebe Kids\nThey was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin'\nAnd tellin' and look at this young punk bailin'\nI heard a knock on the door without the password\nAnd her mom's got the twelve gauge Mossberg\nThe nigga said, \"Yo, what's for sale?\"\nAnd the bitch came out with a bag of yeyo\nShe made the drop and got the twenty dollars\nFrom a smoked out fool with ring around the collar\nThe girl I was waiting for came out\nI said \"Bitch, I didn't know this was a crack house!\"\nI got my coat and suddenly\n(Stop! The police, don't move, freeze or I'll kill ya!)\nThe cop busted in, I had a MAC-10 pointed at my dome\nAnd I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\nHe threw me on the carpet and wasn't cuttin' no slack\nJumped on my head and put his knee in my back\nFirst he tried to slap me up, wrap me up, rough me up\nThey couldn't do it, so they cuffed me up\nI said \"Fuck!\" How much abuse can a nigga take?\n\"Ayo officer, you're making a big mistake\"\nSince I had on a shirt that said I was \"dope\"\nHe thought I was selling base, they couldn't hear my case\nHe said, \"Get out my face,\" and must have had a grudge\nHis reply, tell that bullshit to the judge\nThe girl I was with wasn't sayin' nothin'\nI said \"Ayo bitch, you better tell 'em somethin'\"\nShe started draggin' and all of a sudden\nWe all got tossed in the paddy wagon\nNow I beat the rap, but that ain't the point\nI had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\nNow the story you heard has one little object\nDon't fuck with a bitch from the projects\n(I tell you man, these mother fuckin' projects man, ain't no joke, man, I'm telling you)\n(Especially them motherfuckin' ones in Watts, in South Central L.A., boy)\n(You don't fuck around with them projects, boy)\n(The rat's will whoop yo ass)\n(Yo, yo, you see that ho over there man?)\n(Look at that ho over there, man, I'll bust that ho out, straight up)\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.72]Once upon a time in the projects, yo\n[00:16.82]I damn near had to wreck a ho\n[00:19.56]I knocked on the door (Who is it?)\n[00:22.27]\"It's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya\"\n[00:25.45]\"And what's up with the niggas in the parking lot?\"\n[00:28.48]She said \"Fuck 'em, 'cause they get sparked a lot\"\n[00:32.02]I sat on the couch, but it wasn't stable\n[00:35.19]And then I put my Nikes on the coffee table\n[00:38.24]Her brother came in, he's into gangbangin'\n[00:40.88]'Cause he walked up and said, \"What set you claimin'?\"\n[00:44.51]I don't bang, I write the good rhymes\n[00:47.21]The whole scenery reminded me of good times\n[00:50.27]I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\n[00:53.24]By a young nigga that need to pull his pants up\n[00:56.89]He threw up a set and then he was gone\n[00:59.42]I'm thinkin' to myself, \"Won't this bitch bring her ass on?\"\n[01:03.15]Her mother came in with a joint in her mouth\n[01:06.30]And fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\n[01:09.09]She said, \"Please excuse my house and all that\"\n[01:12.09]I said, \"Yeah, 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\"\n[01:15.83]Lookin' at a fucked up black and white\n[01:18.32]Her mom's bitchin', 'cause the county check wasn't right\n[01:21.74]She had another brother that was three years old\n[01:24.87]And had a bad case of the runny nose\n[01:27.95]He asked me who I was, then I had to pause\n[01:30.79]It smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers\n[01:33.92]I saw her sister, who really needs her ass kicked\n[01:36.91]Only thirteen and already pregnant\n[01:40.11]I grabbed my forty out the bag and took a swig\n[01:43.16]'Cause I was getting overwhelmed by Bebe Kids\n[01:46.53]They was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin'\n[01:49.23]And tellin' and look at this young punk bailin'\n[01:52.54]I heard a knock on the door without the password\n[01:55.83]And her mom's got the twelve gauge Mossberg\n[01:58.82]The nigga said, \"Yo, what's for sale?\"\n[02:02.08]And the bitch came out with a bag of yeyo\n[02:05.35]She made the drop and got the twenty dollars\n[02:08.10]From a smoked out fool with ring around the collar\n[02:10.94]The girl I was waiting for came out\n[02:13.57]I said \"Bitch, I didn't know this was a crack house!\"\n[02:16.64]I got my coat and suddenly\n[02:19.78](Stop! The police, don't move, freeze or I'll kill ya!)\n[02:23.27]The cop busted in, I had a MAC-10 pointed at my dome\n[02:27.08]And I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\n[02:30.34]He threw me on the carpet and wasn't cuttin' no slack\n[02:33.58]Jumped on my head and put his knee in my back\n[02:36.61]First he tried to slap me up, wrap me up, rough me up\n[02:40.07]They couldn't do it, so they cuffed me up\n[02:42.32]I said \"Fuck!\" How much abuse can a nigga take?\n[02:45.48]\"Ayo officer, you're making a big mistake\"\n[02:48.67]Since I had on a shirt that said I was \"dope\"\n[02:51.68]He thought I was selling base, they couldn't hear my case\n[02:54.86]He said, \"Get out my face,\" and must have had a grudge\n[02:57.96]His reply, tell that bullshit to the judge\n[03:01.42]The girl I was with wasn't sayin' nothin'\n[03:04.07]I said \"Ayo bitch, you better tell 'em somethin'\"\n[03:07.28]She started draggin' and all of a sudden\n[03:10.00]We all got tossed in the paddy wagon\n[03:12.79]Now I beat the rap, but that ain't the point\n[03:16.52]I had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\n[03:19.79]Now the story you heard has one little object\n[03:23.01]Don't fuck with a bitch from the projects\n[03:25.99](I tell you man, these mother fuckin' projects man, ain't no joke, man, I'm telling you)\n[03:30.85](Especially them motherfuckin' ones in Watts, in South Central L.A., boy)\n[03:34.68](You don't fuck around with them projects, boy)\n[03:37.30](The rat's will whoop yo ass)\n[03:44.09](Yo, yo, you see that ho over there man?)\n[03:47.12](Look at that ho over there, man, I'll bust that ho out, straight up)\n[03:50.52]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Once Upon A Time In The Projects\n  artist: Ice Cube\n  album: Ice Cube · Greatest Hits\n  duration_ms: 221000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Once upon a time in the projects, yo\n  start_ms: 12720\n  end_ms: 16820\n- text: I damn near had to wreck a ho\n  start_ms: 16820\n  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The police, don't move, freeze or I'll kill ya!)\n  The cop busted in, I had a MAC-10 pointed at my dome\n  And I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\n  He threw me on the carpet and wasn't cuttin' no slack\n  Jumped on my head and put his knee in my back\n  First he tried to slap me up, wrap me up, rough me up\n  They couldn't do it, so they cuffed me up\n  I said \"Fuck!\" How much abuse can a nigga take?\n  \"Ayo officer, you're making a big mistake\"\n  Since I had on a shirt that said I was \"dope\"\n  He thought I was selling base, they couldn't hear my case\n  He said, \"Get out my face,\" and must have had a grudge\n  His reply, tell that bullshit to the judge\n  The girl I was with wasn't sayin' nothin'\n  I said \"Ayo bitch, you better tell 'em somethin'\"\n  She started draggin' and all of a sudden\n  We all got tossed in the paddy wagon\n  Now I beat the rap, but that ain't the point\n  I had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\n  Now the story you heard has one little object\n  Don't fuck with a bitch from the projects\n  (I tell you man, these mother fuckin' projects man, ain't no joke, man, I'm telling you)\n  (Especially them motherfuckin' ones in Watts, in South Central L.A., boy)\n  (You don't fuck around with them projects, boy)\n  (The rat's will whoop yo ass)\n  (Yo, yo, you see that ho over there man?)\n  (Look at that ho over there, man, I'll bust that ho out, straight up)\n"},{"id":10152909,"name":"Once Upon A Time In The Projects","trackName":"Once Upon A Time In The Projects","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"Amerikkka's Most Wanted - Ice Cube","duration":220.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Once upon a time in the projects, yo\nI damn near had to wreck a ho\nI knocked on the door (who is it?)\nIt's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya'\nAnd what's up with the niggas in the parking lot\nShe said, \"Fuck 'em, 'cause they get sparked a lot\"\nI sat on the couch but it wasn't stable\nAnd then I put my Nike's on the coffee table\n\nHer brother came in, he's into gang-bangin'\n'Cause he walked up and said, \"What set you claimin'?\"\nI don't bang, I write the good rhymes\nThe whole scenery reminded me of Good Times\nI don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\nBy a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up\nHe threw up a set and then he was gone\nI'm thinkin' to myself, won't this bitch bring her ass on?\n\nHer mother came in with a joint in her mouth\nAnd fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\nShe said, \"Please excuse my house,\" and all that\nI said, \"Yeah\" 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\nLookin' at a fucked up black and white\nHer mom's bitchin' cause the county check wasn't right\nShe had another brother that was three years old\nAnd had a bad case of the runny nose\n\nHe asked me who I was, then I had to pause\nIt smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers\nI saw her sister who really needs her ass kicked\nOnly 13 and already pregnant\nI grabbed my 40 out the bag and took a swig\n'Cause I was getting overwhelmed by BeBe Kids\nThey was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin' and tellin'\nAnd look at this young punk bailin'\n\nI heard a knock on the door without the password\nAnd her mom's got the 12 gauge Mossberg\nThe nigga said, \"Yo, what's for sale?\" (Yo, what's for sale, man?)\nAnd the bitch came out with a bag of yayo\nShe made the drop and got the 20 dollars\nFrom a smoked-out fool with ring around the collar\nThe girl I was waiting for came out\nI said, \"Bitch, I didn't know this was a crack house\"\nI got my coat, and suddenly\n\n(Stop, the police, don't move! Freeze! I'll kill ya!)\nThe cop busted in and had a Mac-10 pointed at my dome\nAnd I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\nHe threw me on the carpet and wasn't cuttin' no slack\nJumped on my head and put his knee in my back\nFirst he tried to slap me up, wrap me up, rough me up\nThey couldn't do it so they cuffed me up\nI said, \"fuck, how much abuse can a nigga take\"\n\nHey yo, officer, you're making a big mistake\nSince I had on a shirt that said I was dope\nHe thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case\nHe said, \"Get out my face\" and musta had a grudge\nHis reply, \"Tell that bullshit to the judge\"\nThe girl I was with wasn't sayin' nothin'\nI said, \"Aiyyo bitch, you better tell 'em somethin'\"\nShe started draggin' and all of a sudden\n\nWe all got tossed in the paddy wagon\nNow I beat the rap but that ain't the point\nI had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\nNow the story you heard has one little object\nDon't fuck with a bitch from the projects\n\nYo man, motherfucking project with a name kinda chill\nTell 'em\nEspecially motherfucking ones in Walton South of New LA, boy\nDon't fuck around with 'em projects boy\nRats will whoop your ass (yeah, y'all like that?)\n(Yo! You see that ho with that man?)\nQuit that hoe man, I'll buss out and wild\nStraight up","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.27] Once upon a time in the projects, yo\n[00:04.66] I damn near had to wreck a ho\n[00:07.37] I knocked on the door (who is it?)\n[00:09.86] It's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya'\n[00:12.82] And what's up with the niggas in the parking lot\n[00:16.01] She said, \"Fuck 'em, 'cause they get sparked a lot\"\n[00:19.05] I sat on the couch but it wasn't stable\n[00:22.24] And then I put my Nike's on the coffee table\n[00:25.58] Her brother came in, he's into gang-bangin'\n[00:28.45] 'Cause he walked up and said, \"What set you claimin'?\"\n[00:31.79] I don't bang, I write the good rhymes\n[00:34.63] The whole scenery reminded me of Good Times\n[00:37.99] I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\n[00:40.83] By a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up\n[00:43.98] He threw up a set and then he was gone\n[00:46.95] I'm thinkin' to myself, won't this bitch bring her ass on?\n[00:50.33] Her mother came in with a joint in her mouth\n[00:53.67] And fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\n[00:56.77] She said, \"Please excuse my house,\" and all that\n[00:59.55] I said, \"Yeah\" 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\n[01:02.96] Lookin' at a fucked up black and white\n[01:05.86] Her mom's bitchin' cause the county check wasn't right\n[01:09.15] She had another brother that was three years old\n[01:12.06] And had a bad case of the runny nose\n[01:15.53] He asked me who I was, then I had to pause\n[01:18.40] It smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers\n[01:21.23] I saw her sister who really needs her ass kicked\n[01:24.45] Only 13 and already pregnant\n[01:27.74] I grabbed my 40 out the bag and took a swig\n[01:30.88] 'Cause I was getting overwhelmed by BeBe Kids\n[01:33.13] They was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin' and tellin'\n[01:37.32] And look at this young punk bailin'\n[01:40.04] I heard a knock on the door without the password\n[01:43.40] And her mom's got the 12 gauge Mossberg\n[01:46.38] The nigga said, \"Yo, what's for sale?\" (Yo, what's for sale, man?)\n[01:49.47] And the bitch came out with a bag of yayo\n[01:52.72] She made the drop and got the 20 dollars\n[01:55.43] From a smoked-out fool with ring around the collar\n[01:58.62] The girl I was waiting for came out\n[02:01.41] I said, \"Bitch, I didn't know this was a crack house\"\n[02:04.39] I got my coat, and suddenly\n[02:07.41] (Stop, the police, don't move! Freeze! I'll kill ya!)\n[02:10.73] The cop busted in and had a Mac-10 pointed at my dome\n[02:14.47] And I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\n[02:17.55] He threw me on the carpet and wasn't cuttin' no slack\n[02:21.02] Jumped on my head and put his knee in my back\n[02:24.02] First he tried to slap me up, wrap me up, rough me up\n[02:27.58] They couldn't do it so they cuffed me up\n[02:29.79] I said, \"fuck, how much abuse can a nigga take\"\n[02:33.00] Hey yo, officer, you're making a big mistake\n[02:36.13] Since I had on a shirt that said I was dope\n[02:39.06] He thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case\n[02:42.27] He said, \"Get out my face\" and musta had a grudge\n[02:45.29] His reply, \"Tell that bullshit to the judge\"\n[02:48.72] The girl I was with wasn't sayin' nothin'\n[02:51.68] I said, \"Aiyyo bitch, you better tell 'em somethin'\"\n[02:54.78] She started draggin' and all of a sudden\n[02:57.36] We all got tossed in the paddy wagon\n[03:00.43] Now I beat the rap but that ain't the point\n[03:03.73] I had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\n[03:07.34] Now the story you heard has one little object\n[03:10.57] Don't fuck with a bitch from the projects\n[03:13.45] Yo man, motherfucking project with a name kinda chill\n[03:16.49] Tell 'em\n[03:18.78] Especially motherfucking ones in Walton South of New LA, boy\n[03:22.53] Don't fuck around with 'em projects boy\n[03:25.06] Rats will whoop your ass (yeah, y'all like that?)\n[03:31.80] (Yo! You see that ho with that man?)\n[03:34.27] Quit that hoe man, I'll buss out and wild\n[03:37.38] Straight up\n[03:38.00] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Once Upon A Time In The Projects\n  artist: Ice Cube\n  album: Amerikkka's Most Wanted - Ice Cube\n  duration_ms: 220000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Once upon a time in the projects, yo\n  start_ms: 270\n  end_ms: 4660\n- text: I damn near had to wreck a ho\n  start_ms: 4660\n  end_ms: 7370\n- text: I knocked on the door (who is it?)\n  start_ms: 7370\n  end_ms: 9860\n- text: It's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya'\n  start_ms: 9860\n  end_ms: 12820\n- text: And what's up with the niggas in the parking lot\n  start_ms: 12820\n  end_ms: 16010\n- text: She said, \"Fuck 'em, 'cause they get sparked a lot\"\n  start_ms: 16010\n  end_ms: 19050\n- text: I sat on the couch but it wasn't stable\n  start_ms: 19050\n  end_ms: 22240\n- text: And then I put my Nike's on the coffee table\n  start_ms: 22240\n  end_ms: 25580\n- text: Her brother came in, he's into gang-bangin'\n  start_ms: 25580\n  end_ms: 28450\n- text: '''Cause he walked up and said, \"What set you claimin''?\"'\n  start_ms: 28450\n  end_ms: 31790\n- text: I don't bang, I write the good rhymes\n  start_ms: 31790\n  end_ms: 34630\n- text: The whole scenery reminded me of Good Times\n  start_ms: 34630\n  end_ms: 37990\n- text: I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\n  start_ms: 37990\n  end_ms: 40830\n- text: By a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up\n  start_ms: 40830\n  end_ms: 43980\n- text: He threw up a set and then he was gone\n  start_ms: 43980\n  end_ms: 46950\n- text: I'm thinkin' to myself, won't this bitch bring her ass on?\n  start_ms: 46950\n  end_ms: 50330\n- text: Her mother came in with a joint in her mouth\n  start_ms: 50330\n  end_ms: 53670\n- text: And fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\n  start_ms: 53670\n  end_ms: 56770\n- text: She said, \"Please excuse my house,\" and all that\n  start_ms: 56770\n  end_ms: 59550\n- text: I said, \"Yeah\" 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\n  start_ms: 59550\n  end_ms: 62960\n- text: Lookin' at a fucked up black and white\n  start_ms: 62960\n  end_ms: 65860\n- text: Her mom's bitchin' cause the county check wasn't right\n  start_ms: 65860\n  end_ms: 69150\n- text: She had another brother that was three years old\n  start_ms: 69150\n  end_ms: 72060\n- text: And had a bad case of the runny nose\n  start_ms: 72060\n  end_ms: 75530\n- text: He asked me who I was, then I had to pause\n  start_ms: 75530\n  end_ms: 78400\n- text: It smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers\n  start_ms: 78400\n  end_ms: 81230\n- text: I saw her sister who really needs her ass kicked\n  start_ms: 81230\n  end_ms: 84450\n- text: Only 13 and already pregnant\n  start_ms: 84450\n  end_ms: 87740\n- text: I grabbed my 40 out the bag and took a swig\n  start_ms: 87740\n  end_ms: 90880\n- text: '''Cause I was getting overwhelmed by BeBe Kids'\n  start_ms: 90880\n  end_ms: 93130\n- text: They was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin' and tellin'\n  start_ms: 93130\n  end_ms: 97320\n- text: And look at this young punk bailin'\n  start_ms: 97320\n  end_ms: 100040\n- text: I heard a knock on the door without the password\n  start_ms: 100040\n  end_ms: 103400\n- text: And her mom's got the 12 gauge Mossberg\n  start_ms: 103400\n  end_ms: 106380\n- text: The nigga said, \"Yo, what's for sale?\" (Yo, what's for sale, man?)\n  start_ms: 106380\n  end_ms: 109470\n- text: And the bitch came out with a bag of yayo\n  start_ms: 109470\n  end_ms: 112720\n- text: She made the drop and got the 20 dollars\n  start_ms: 112720\n  end_ms: 115430\n- text: From a smoked-out fool with ring around the collar\n  start_ms: 115430\n  end_ms: 118620\n- text: The girl I was waiting for came out\n  start_ms: 118620\n  end_ms: 121410\n- text: I said, \"Bitch, I didn't know this was a crack house\"\n  start_ms: 121410\n  end_ms: 124390\n- text: I got my coat, and suddenly\n  start_ms: 124390\n  end_ms: 127410\n- text: (Stop, the police, don't move! 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You see that ho with that man?)\n  start_ms: 211800\n  end_ms: 214270\n- text: Quit that hoe man, I'll buss out and wild\n  start_ms: 214270\n  end_ms: 217380\n- text: Straight up\n  start_ms: 217380\n  end_ms: 218000\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 218000\nplain: |-\n  Once upon a time in the projects, yo\n  I damn near had to wreck a ho\n  I knocked on the door (who is it?)\n  It's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya'\n  And what's up with the niggas in the parking lot\n  She said, \"Fuck 'em, 'cause they get sparked a lot\"\n  I sat on the couch but it wasn't stable\n  And then I put my Nike's on the coffee table\n\n  Her brother came in, he's into gang-bangin'\n  'Cause he walked up and said, \"What set you claimin'?\"\n  I don't bang, I write the good rhymes\n  The whole scenery reminded me of Good Times\n  I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\n  By a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up\n  He threw up a set and then he was gone\n  I'm thinkin' to myself, won't this bitch bring her ass on?\n\n  Her mother came in with a joint in her mouth\n  And fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\n  She said, \"Please excuse my house,\" and all that\n  I said, \"Yeah\" 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\n  Lookin' at a fucked up black and white\n  Her mom's bitchin' cause the county check wasn't right\n  She had another brother that was three years old\n  And had a bad case of the runny nose\n\n  He asked me who I was, then I had to pause\n  It smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers\n  I saw her sister who really needs her ass kicked\n  Only 13 and already pregnant\n  I grabbed my 40 out the bag and took a swig\n  'Cause I was getting overwhelmed by BeBe Kids\n  They was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin' and tellin'\n  And look at this young punk bailin'\n\n  I heard a knock on the door without the password\n  And her mom's got the 12 gauge Mossberg\n  The nigga said, \"Yo, what's for sale?\" (Yo, what's for sale, man?)\n  And the bitch came out with a bag of yayo\n  She made the drop and got the 20 dollars\n  From a smoked-out fool with ring around the collar\n  The girl I was waiting for came out\n  I said, \"Bitch, I didn't know this was a crack house\"\n  I got my coat, and suddenly\n\n  (Stop, the police, don't move! Freeze! I'll kill ya!)\n  The cop busted in and had a Mac-10 pointed at my dome\n  And I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\n  He threw me on the carpet and wasn't cuttin' no slack\n  Jumped on my head and put his knee in my back\n  First he tried to slap me up, wrap me up, rough me up\n  They couldn't do it so they cuffed me up\n  I said, \"fuck, how much abuse can a nigga take\"\n\n  Hey yo, officer, you're making a big mistake\n  Since I had on a shirt that said I was dope\n  He thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case\n  He said, \"Get out my face\" and musta had a grudge\n  His reply, \"Tell that bullshit to the judge\"\n  The girl I was with wasn't sayin' nothin'\n  I said, \"Aiyyo bitch, you better tell 'em somethin'\"\n  She started draggin' and all of a sudden\n\n  We all got tossed in the paddy wagon\n  Now I beat the rap but that ain't the point\n  I had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\n  Now the story you heard has one little object\n  Don't fuck with a bitch from the projects\n\n  Yo man, motherfucking project with a name kinda chill\n  Tell 'em\n  Especially motherfucking ones in Walton South of New LA, boy\n  Don't fuck around with 'em projects boy\n  Rats will whoop your ass (yeah, y'all like that?)\n  (Yo! You see that ho with that man?)\n  Quit that hoe man, I'll buss out and wild\n  Straight up\n"},{"id":24634396,"name":"Once Upon A Time In The Projects","trackName":"Once Upon A Time In The Projects","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"The Best Of Ice Cube (Disc 2)","duration":220.72,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Once upon a time in the projects, yo\nI damn near had to wreck a hoe\nI knocked on the door, \"Who is it?\"\nIt's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya\nAnd what's up with them brothers in the parking lot\nShe called 'em suckas, 'cause they smoke crack a lot\nI sat on the couch, but it wasn't stable\nAnd then I put my Nikes on the coffee table\nHer brother came in, he's into gang bangin'\n'Cause he walked up and said \"What set you claimin'?\"\n\nI don't bang, I write the good rhymes\nThe whole scenery reminded me of Good Times\nI don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\nBy a young punk, that needs to pull his pants up\nHe threw up his set, then he was gone\nI'm thinkin' to myself, won't this girl bring her butt on?\nHer mother came in with a joint in her mouth\nAnd fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\nShe said, \"Please excuse my house\", and all that\nI said \"yeah,\" 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\n\nLookin' at a jacked-up black and white\nHer mom's fussin' 'cause the county check wasn't right\nShe had another brother that was three years old\nThat had a bad case of the runny nose\nHe asked me who I was, then I had to pause\nIt smelled like he took a dump in his little drawers\nI saw her sister, who really needs her butt kicked\nOnly thirteen, and already pregnant\nI grabbed my forty out the bag, and took a swig\n'Cause I was getting overwhelmed, by BeBe Kids\n\nThey was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin' and tellin'\nAnd look at this young punk bailin'\nI heard a knock on the door without the password\nAnd her moms got the twelve gauge Mossberg\nThe brother said \"Yo, what's for sale?\"\nAnd her moms came out with a bag of yayo\nShe made the drop, and got the twenty dollars\nFrom a smoked-out fool with ring around the collar\nThe girl I was waitin' for came out\nI said, \"Girl, I didn't know this was a crack house\"\n\nI grabbed my coat, and suddenly\n\"Stop, the police, don't move! Freeze! Or I'll kill ya!\"\n\nThe cop busted in I had a Mac-10 pointed at my dome\nAnd I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\nHe threw me on the carpet, and wasn't cuttin' no slack\nJumped on my head and put his knee in my back\nFirst he tried to wrap me up, slap me up, rough me up\nThey couldn't do it so they cuffed me up\nI said, \"damn, how much abuse can a brotha take\"\n'Ey yo officer, you're making a big mistake\nSince I had on a shirt that said I was dope\nHe thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case\n\nHe said, \"get out my face\" and musta had a grudge\nHis reply, \"tell that sad story to the judge\"\nThe girl I was wit' wasn't sayin' nothin'\nI said \"'Ey Miss Thang you better tell him somethin'\"\nShe started draggin' and all of a sudden\nWe all got tossed in a paddy wagon\nNow I beat the rap, but that ain't the point\nI had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\nNow the story you heard has one little object\nDon't get wit' a girl from the projects\n\nYo man, them projects ain't no joke Loc, I'm tellin' you\nEspecially the ones in Watts and South Central L.A. boy\nDon't mess around those projects\nThe rats will get with your punk brown\nYeah, you know it\nI wanna say what's up to my boy Sir Jinx for hookin' up the track\nYou know what I'm sayin'?\nThis goes out to the Lench Mob\nWe'll be lynchin'","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Once Upon A Time In The Projects\n  artist: Ice Cube\n  album: The Best Of Ice Cube (Disc 2)\n  duration_ms: 220720\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Once upon a time in the projects, yo\n  I damn near had to wreck a hoe\n  I knocked on the door, \"Who is it?\"\n  It's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya\n  And what's up with them brothers in the parking lot\n  She called 'em suckas, 'cause they smoke crack a lot\n  I sat on the couch, but it wasn't stable\n  And then I put my Nikes on the coffee table\n  Her brother came in, he's into gang bangin'\n  'Cause he walked up and said \"What set you claimin'?\"\n\n  I don't bang, I write the good rhymes\n  The whole scenery reminded me of Good Times\n  I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\n  By a young punk, that needs to pull his pants up\n  He threw up his set, then he was gone\n  I'm thinkin' to myself, won't this girl bring her butt on?\n  Her mother came in with a joint in her mouth\n  And fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\n  She said, \"Please excuse my house\", and all that\n  I said \"yeah,\" 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\n\n  Lookin' at a jacked-up black and white\n  Her mom's fussin' 'cause the county check wasn't right\n  She had another brother that was three years old\n  That had a bad case of the runny nose\n  He asked me who I was, then I had to pause\n  It smelled like he took a dump in his little drawers\n  I saw her sister, who really needs her butt kicked\n  Only thirteen, and already pregnant\n  I grabbed my forty out the bag, and took a swig\n  'Cause I was getting overwhelmed, by BeBe Kids\n\n  They was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin' and tellin'\n  And look at this young punk bailin'\n  I heard a knock on the door without the password\n  And her moms got the twelve gauge Mossberg\n  The brother said \"Yo, what's for sale?\"\n  And her moms came out with a bag of yayo\n  She made the drop, and got the twenty dollars\n  From a smoked-out fool with ring around the collar\n  The girl I was waitin' for came out\n  I said, \"Girl, I didn't know this was a crack house\"\n\n  I grabbed my coat, and suddenly\n  \"Stop, the police, don't move! Freeze! Or I'll kill ya!\"\n\n  The cop busted in I had a Mac-10 pointed at my dome\n  And I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\n  He threw me on the carpet, and wasn't cuttin' no slack\n  Jumped on my head and put his knee in my back\n  First he tried to wrap me up, slap me up, rough me up\n  They couldn't do it so they cuffed me up\n  I said, \"damn, how much abuse can a brotha take\"\n  'Ey yo officer, you're making a big mistake\n  Since I had on a shirt that said I was dope\n  He thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case\n\n  He said, \"get out my face\" and musta had a grudge\n  His reply, \"tell that sad story to the judge\"\n  The girl I was wit' wasn't sayin' nothin'\n  I said \"'Ey Miss Thang you better tell him somethin'\"\n  She started draggin' and all of a sudden\n  We all got tossed in a paddy wagon\n  Now I beat the rap, but that ain't the point\n  I had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\n  Now the story you heard has one little object\n  Don't get wit' a girl from the projects\n\n  Yo man, them projects ain't no joke Loc, I'm tellin' you\n  Especially the ones in Watts and South Central L.A. boy\n  Don't mess around those projects\n  The rats will get with your punk brown\n  Yeah, you know it\n  I wanna say what's up to my boy Sir Jinx for hookin' up the track\n  You know what I'm sayin'?\n  This goes out to the Lench Mob\n  We'll be lynchin'\n"},{"id":32083994,"name":"Once Upon A Time in the Projects","trackName":"Once Upon A Time in the Projects","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"DJ Strong & DJ Warrior-Cali Untouchable Radio Pt. 11 (Hosted by Ice Cube)","duration":223.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Once upon a time in the projects, yo\nI damn near had to wreck a ho\nI knocked on the door (Who is it?)\n\"It's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya\"\n\"And what's up with the niggas in the parking lot?\"\nShe said \"Fuck 'em, 'cause they get sparked a lot\"\nI sat on the couch, but it wasn't stable\nAnd then I put my Nikes on the coffee table\nHer brother came in, he's into gangbangin'\n'Cause he walked up and said, \"What set you claimin'?\"\nI don't bang, I write the good rhymes\nThe whole scenery reminded me of good times\nI don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\nBy a young nigga that need to pull his pants up\nHe threw up a set and then he was gone\nI'm thinkin' to myself, \"Won't this bitch bring her ass on?\"\nHer mother came in with a joint in her mouth\nAnd fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\nShe said, \"Please excuse my house and all that\"\nI said, \"Yeah, 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\"\nLookin' at a fucked up black and white\nHer mom's bitchin', 'cause the county check wasn't right\nShe had another brother that was three years old\nAnd had a bad case of the runny nose\nHe asked me who I was, then I had to pause\nIt smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers\nI saw her sister, who really needs her ass kicked\nOnly thirteen and already pregnant\nI grabbed my forty out the bag and took a swig\n'Cause I was getting overwhelmed by Bebe Kids\nThey was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin'\nAnd tellin' and look at this young punk bailin'\nI heard a knock on the door without the password\nAnd her mom's got the twelve gauge Mossberg\nThe nigga said, \"Yo, what's for sale?\"\nAnd the bitch came out with a bag of yeyo\nShe made the drop and got the twenty dollars\nFrom a smoked out fool with ring around the collar\nThe girl I was waiting for came out\nI said \"Bitch, I didn't know this was a crack house!\"\nI got my coat and suddenly\n(Stop! The police, don't move, freeze or I'll kill ya!)\nThe cop busted in, I had a MAC-10 pointed at my dome\nAnd I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\nHe threw me on the carpet and wasn't cuttin' no slack\nJumped on my head and put his knee in my back\nFirst he tried to slap me up, wrap me up, rough me up\nThey couldn't do it, so they cuffed me up\nI said \"Fuck!\" How much abuse can a nigga take?\n\"Ayo officer, you're making a big mistake\"\nSince I had on a shirt that said I was \"dope\"\nHe thought I was selling base, they couldn't hear my case\nHe said, \"Get out my face,\" and must have had a grudge\nHis reply, tell that bullshit to the judge\nThe girl I was with wasn't sayin' nothin'\nI said \"Ayo bitch, you better tell 'em somethin'\"\nShe started draggin' and all of a sudden\nWe all got tossed in the paddy wagon\nNow I beat the rap, but that ain't the point\nI had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\nNow the story you heard has one little object\nDon't fuck with a bitch from the projects\n(I tell you man, these mother fuckin' projects man, ain't no joke, man, I'm telling you)\n(Especially them motherfuckin' ones in Watts, in South Central L.A., boy)\n(You don't fuck around with them projects, boy)\n(The rat's will whoop yo ass)\n(Yo, yo, you see that ho over there man?)\n(Look at that ho over there, man, I'll bust that ho out, straight up)\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.72] Once upon a time in the projects, yo\n[00:16.82] I damn near had to wreck a ho\n[00:19.56] I knocked on the door (Who is it?)\n[00:22.27] \"It's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya\"\n[00:25.45] \"And what's up with the niggas in the parking lot?\"\n[00:28.48] She said \"Fuck 'em, 'cause they get sparked a lot\"\n[00:32.02] I sat on the couch, but it wasn't stable\n[00:35.19] And then I put my Nikes on the coffee table\n[00:38.24] Her brother came in, he's into gangbangin'\n[00:40.88] 'Cause he walked up and said, \"What set you claimin'?\"\n[00:44.51] I don't bang, I write the good rhymes\n[00:47.21] The whole scenery reminded me of good times\n[00:50.27] I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\n[00:53.24] By a young nigga that need to pull his pants up\n[00:56.89] He threw up a set and then he was gone\n[00:59.42] I'm thinkin' to myself, \"Won't this bitch bring her ass on?\"\n[01:03.15] Her mother came in with a joint in her mouth\n[01:06.30] And fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\n[01:09.09] She said, \"Please excuse my house and all that\"\n[01:12.09] I said, \"Yeah, 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\"\n[01:15.83] Lookin' at a fucked up black and white\n[01:18.32] Her mom's bitchin', 'cause the county check wasn't right\n[01:21.74] She had another brother that was three years old\n[01:24.87] And had a bad case of the runny nose\n[01:27.95] He asked me who I was, then I had to pause\n[01:30.79] It smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers\n[01:33.92] I saw her sister, who really needs her ass kicked\n[01:36.91] Only thirteen and already pregnant\n[01:40.11] I grabbed my forty out the bag and took a swig\n[01:43.16] 'Cause I was getting overwhelmed by Bebe Kids\n[01:46.53] They was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin'\n[01:49.23] And tellin' and look at this young punk bailin'\n[01:52.54] I heard a knock on the door without the password\n[01:55.83] And her mom's got the twelve gauge Mossberg\n[01:58.82] The nigga said, \"Yo, what's for sale?\"\n[02:02.08] And the bitch came out with a bag of yeyo\n[02:05.35] She made the drop and got the twenty dollars\n[02:08.10] From a smoked out fool with ring around the collar\n[02:10.94] The girl I was waiting for came out\n[02:13.57] I said \"Bitch, I didn't know this was a crack house!\"\n[02:16.64] I got my coat and suddenly\n[02:19.78] (Stop! The police, don't move, freeze or I'll kill ya!)\n[02:23.27] The cop busted in, I had a MAC-10 pointed at my dome\n[02:27.08] And I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\n[02:30.34] He threw me on the carpet and wasn't cuttin' no slack\n[02:33.58] Jumped on my head and put his knee in my back\n[02:36.61] First he tried to slap me up, wrap me up, rough me up\n[02:40.07] They couldn't do it, so they cuffed me up\n[02:42.32] I said \"Fuck!\" How much abuse can a nigga take?\n[02:45.48] \"Ayo officer, you're making a big mistake\"\n[02:48.67] Since I had on a shirt that said I was \"dope\"\n[02:51.68] He thought I was selling base, they couldn't hear my case\n[02:54.86] He said, \"Get out my face,\" and must have had a grudge\n[02:57.96] His reply, tell that bullshit to the judge\n[03:01.42] The girl I was with wasn't sayin' nothin'\n[03:04.07] I said \"Ayo bitch, you better tell 'em somethin'\"\n[03:07.28] She started draggin' and all of a sudden\n[03:10.00] We all got tossed in the 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The police, don't move, freeze or I'll kill ya!)\n  The cop busted in, I had a MAC-10 pointed at my dome\n  And I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\n  He threw me on the carpet and wasn't cuttin' no slack\n  Jumped on my head and put his knee in my back\n  First he tried to slap me up, wrap me up, rough me up\n  They couldn't do it, so they cuffed me up\n  I said \"Fuck!\" How much abuse can a nigga take?\n  \"Ayo officer, you're making a big mistake\"\n  Since I had on a shirt that said I was \"dope\"\n  He thought I was selling base, they couldn't hear my case\n  He said, \"Get out my face,\" and must have had a grudge\n  His reply, tell that bullshit to the judge\n  The girl I was with wasn't sayin' nothin'\n  I said \"Ayo bitch, you better tell 'em somethin'\"\n  She started draggin' and all of a sudden\n  We all got tossed in the paddy wagon\n  Now I beat the rap, but that ain't the point\n  I had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\n  Now the story you heard has one little object\n  Don't fuck with a bitch from the projects\n  (I tell you man, these mother fuckin' projects man, ain't no joke, man, I'm telling you)\n  (Especially them motherfuckin' ones in Watts, in South Central L.A., boy)\n  (You don't fuck around with them projects, boy)\n  (The rat's will whoop yo ass)\n  (Yo, yo, you see that ho over there man?)\n  (Look at that ho over there, man, I'll bust that ho out, straight up)\n"},{"id":25692593,"name":"Once Upon a Time in the Projects","trackName":"Once Upon a Time in the Projects","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"Ice Cube's Greatest Hits","duration":222.584,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Once upon a time in the projects, yo\nI damn near had to wreck a hoe\nI knocked on the door, \"Who is it?\"\nIt's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya\nAnd what's up with them brothers in the parking lot\nShe called 'em suckas, 'cause they smoke crack a lot\nI sat on the couch, but it wasn't stable\nAnd then I put my Nikes on the coffee table\nHer brother came in, he's into gang bangin'\n'Cause he walked up and said \"What set you claimin'?\"\n\nI don't bang, I write the good rhymes\nThe whole scenery reminded me of Good Times\nI don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\nBy a young punk, that needs to pull his pants up\nHe threw up his set, then he was gone\nI'm thinkin' to myself, won't this girl bring her butt on?\nHer mother came in with a joint in her mouth\nAnd fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\nShe said, \"Please excuse my house\", and all that\nI said \"yeah,\" 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\n\nLookin' at a jacked-up black and white\nHer mom's fussin' 'cause the county check wasn't right\nShe had another brother that was three years old\nThat had a bad case of the runny nose\nHe asked me who I was, then I had to pause\nIt smelled like he took a dump in his little drawers\nI saw her sister, who really needs her butt kicked\nOnly thirteen, and already pregnant\nI grabbed my forty out the bag, and took a swig\n'Cause I was getting overwhelmed, by BeBe Kids\n\nThey was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin' and tellin'\nAnd look at this young punk bailin'\nI heard a knock on the door without the password\nAnd her moms got the twelve gauge Mossberg\nThe brother said \"Yo, what's for sale?\"\nAnd her moms came out with a bag of yayo\nShe made the drop, and got the twenty dollars\nFrom a smoked-out fool with ring around the collar\nThe girl I was waitin' for came out\nI said, \"Girl, I didn't know this was a crack house\"\n\nI grabbed my coat, and suddenly\n\"Stop, the police, don't move! Freeze! Or I'll kill ya!\"\n\nThe cop busted in I had a Mac-10 pointed at my dome\nAnd I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\nHe threw me on the carpet, and wasn't cuttin' no slack\nJumped on my head and put his knee in my back\nFirst he tried to wrap me up, slap me up, rough me up\nThey couldn't do it so they cuffed me up\nI said, \"damn, how much abuse can a brotha take\"\n'Ey yo officer, you're making a big mistake\nSince I had on a shirt that said I was dope\nHe thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case\n\nHe said, \"get out my face\" and musta had a grudge\nHis reply, \"tell that sad story to the judge\"\nThe girl I was wit' wasn't sayin' nothin'\nI said \"'Ey Miss Thang you better tell him somethin'\"\nShe started draggin' and all of a sudden\nWe all got tossed in a paddy wagon\nNow I beat the rap, but that ain't the point\nI had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\nNow the story you heard has one little object\nDon't get wit' a girl from the projects\n\nYo man, them projects ain't no joke Loc, I'm tellin' you\nEspecially the ones in Watts and South Central L.A. boy\nDon't mess around those projects\nThe rats will get with your punk brown\nYeah, you know it\nI wanna say what's up to my boy Sir Jinx for hookin' up the track\nYou know what I'm sayin'?\nThis goes out to the Lench Mob\nWe'll be lynchin'","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Once Upon a Time in the Projects\n  artist: Ice Cube\n  album: Ice Cube's Greatest Hits\n  duration_ms: 222584\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Once upon a time in the projects, yo\n  I damn near had to wreck a hoe\n  I knocked on the door, \"Who is it?\"\n  It's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya\n  And what's up with them brothers in the parking lot\n  She called 'em suckas, 'cause they smoke crack a lot\n  I sat on the couch, but it wasn't stable\n  And then I put my Nikes on the coffee table\n  Her brother came in, he's into gang bangin'\n  'Cause he walked up and said \"What set you claimin'?\"\n\n  I don't bang, I write the good rhymes\n  The whole scenery reminded me of Good Times\n  I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\n  By a young punk, that needs to pull his pants up\n  He threw up his set, then he was gone\n  I'm thinkin' to myself, won't this girl bring her butt on?\n  Her mother came in with a joint in her mouth\n  And fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\n  She said, \"Please excuse my house\", and all that\n  I said \"yeah,\" 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\n\n  Lookin' at a jacked-up black and white\n  Her mom's fussin' 'cause the county check wasn't right\n  She had another brother that was three years old\n  That had a bad case of the runny nose\n  He asked me who I was, then I had to pause\n  It smelled like he took a dump in his little drawers\n  I saw her sister, who really needs her butt kicked\n  Only thirteen, and already pregnant\n  I grabbed my forty out the bag, and took a swig\n  'Cause I was getting overwhelmed, by BeBe Kids\n\n  They was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin' and tellin'\n  And look at this young punk bailin'\n  I heard a knock on the door without the password\n  And her moms got the twelve gauge Mossberg\n  The brother said \"Yo, what's for sale?\"\n  And her moms came out with a bag of yayo\n  She made the drop, and got the twenty dollars\n  From a smoked-out fool with ring around the collar\n  The girl I was waitin' for came out\n  I said, \"Girl, I didn't know this was a crack house\"\n\n  I grabbed my coat, and suddenly\n  \"Stop, the police, don't move! Freeze! Or I'll kill ya!\"\n\n  The cop busted in I had a Mac-10 pointed at my dome\n  And I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\n  He threw me on the carpet, and wasn't cuttin' no slack\n  Jumped on my head and put his knee in my back\n  First he tried to wrap me up, slap me up, rough me up\n  They couldn't do it so they cuffed me up\n  I said, \"damn, how much abuse can a brotha take\"\n  'Ey yo officer, you're making a big mistake\n  Since I had on a shirt that said I was dope\n  He thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case\n\n  He said, \"get out my face\" and musta had a grudge\n  His reply, \"tell that sad story to the judge\"\n  The girl I was wit' wasn't sayin' nothin'\n  I said \"'Ey Miss Thang you better tell him somethin'\"\n  She started draggin' and all of a sudden\n  We all got tossed in a paddy wagon\n  Now I beat the rap, but that ain't the point\n  I had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\n  Now the story you heard has one little object\n  Don't get wit' a girl from the projects\n\n  Yo man, them projects ain't no joke Loc, I'm tellin' you\n  Especially the ones in Watts and South Central L.A. boy\n  Don't mess around those projects\n  The rats will get with your punk brown\n  Yeah, you know it\n  I wanna say what's up to my boy Sir Jinx for hookin' up the track\n  You know what I'm sayin'?\n  This goes out to the Lench Mob\n  We'll be lynchin'\n"},{"id":9795318,"name":"Once Upon A Time In The Projects","trackName":"Once Upon A Time In The Projects","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"Ice Cube's Greatest Hits (Explicit)","duration":220.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Once upon a time in the projects, yo\nI damn near had to wreck a ho\nI knocked on the door (who is it?)\nIt's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya'\nAnd what's up with the niggas in the parking lot\nShe said, \"Fuck 'em, 'cause they get sparked a lot\"\nI sat on the couch but it wasn't stable\nAnd then I put my Nike's on the coffee table\n\nHer brother came in, he's into gang-bangin'\n'Cause he walked up and said, \"What set you claimin'?\"\nI don't bang, I write the good rhymes\nThe whole scenery reminded me of Good Times\nI don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\nBy a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up\nHe threw up a set and then he was gone\nI'm thinkin' to myself, won't this bitch bring her ass on?\n\nHer mother came in with a joint in her mouth\nAnd fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\nShe said, \"Please excuse my house,\" and all that\nI said, \"Yeah\" 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\nLookin' at a fucked up black and white\nHer mom's bitchin' cause the county check wasn't right\nShe had another brother that was three years old\nAnd had a bad case of the runny nose\n\nHe asked me who I was, then I had to pause\nIt smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers\nI saw her sister who really needs her ass kicked\nOnly 13 and already pregnant\nI grabbed my 40 out the bag and took a swig\n'Cause I was getting overwhelmed by BeBe Kids\nThey was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin' and tellin'\nAnd look at this young punk bailin'\n\nI heard a knock on the door without the password\nAnd her mom's got the 12 gauge Mossberg\nThe nigga said, \"Yo, what's for sale?\" (Yo, what's for sale, man?)\nAnd the bitch came out with a bag of yayo\nShe made the drop and got the 20 dollars\nFrom a smoked-out fool with ring around the collar\nThe girl I was waiting for came out\nI said, \"Bitch, I didn't know this was a crack house\"\nI got my coat, and suddenly\n\n(Stop, the police, don't move! Freeze! I'll kill ya!)\nThe cop busted in and had a Mac-10 pointed at my dome\nAnd I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\nHe threw me on the carpet and wasn't cuttin' no slack\nJumped on my head and put his knee in my back\nFirst he tried to slap me up, wrap me up, rough me up\nThey couldn't do it so they cuffed me up\nI said, \"fuck, how much abuse can a nigga take\"\n\nHey yo, officer, you're making a big mistake\nSince I had on a shirt that said I was dope\nHe thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case\nHe said, \"Get out my face\" and musta had a grudge\nHis reply, \"Tell that bullshit to the judge\"\nThe girl I was with wasn't sayin' nothin'\nI said, \"Aiyyo bitch, you better tell 'em somethin'\"\nShe started draggin' and all of a sudden\n\nWe all got tossed in the paddy wagon\nNow I beat the rap but that ain't the point\nI had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\nNow the story you heard has one little object\nDon't fuck with a bitch from the projects\n\nYo man, motherfucking project with a name kinda chill\nTell 'em\nEspecially motherfucking ones in Walton South of New LA, boy\nDon't fuck around with 'em projects boy\nRats will whoop your ass (yeah, y'all like that?)\n(Yo! You see that ho with that man?)\nQuit that hoe man, I'll buss out and wild\nStraight up","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.27] Once upon a time in the projects, yo\n[00:04.66] I damn near had to wreck a ho\n[00:07.37] I knocked on the door (who is it?)\n[00:09.86] It's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya'\n[00:12.82] And what's up with the niggas in the parking lot\n[00:16.01] She said, \"Fuck 'em, 'cause they get sparked a lot\"\n[00:19.05] I sat on the couch but it wasn't stable\n[00:22.24] And then I put my Nike's on the coffee table\n[00:25.58] Her brother came in, he's into gang-bangin'\n[00:28.45] 'Cause he walked up and said, \"What set you claimin'?\"\n[00:31.79] I don't bang, I write the good rhymes\n[00:34.63] The whole scenery reminded me of Good Times\n[00:37.99] I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\n[00:40.83] By a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up\n[00:43.98] He threw up a set and then he was gone\n[00:46.95] I'm thinkin' to myself, won't this bitch bring her ass on?\n[00:50.33] Her mother came in with a joint in her mouth\n[00:53.67] And fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\n[00:56.77] She said, \"Please excuse my house,\" and all that\n[00:59.55] I said, \"Yeah\" 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\n[01:02.96] Lookin' at a fucked up black and white\n[01:05.86] Her mom's bitchin' cause the county check wasn't right\n[01:09.15] She had another brother that was three years old\n[01:12.06] And had a bad case of the runny nose\n[01:15.53] He asked me who I was, then I had to pause\n[01:18.40] It smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers\n[01:21.23] I saw her sister who really needs her ass kicked\n[01:24.45] Only 13 and already pregnant\n[01:27.74] I grabbed my 40 out the bag and took a swig\n[01:30.88] 'Cause I was getting overwhelmed by BeBe Kids\n[01:33.13] They was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin' and tellin'\n[01:37.32] And look at this young punk bailin'\n[01:40.04] I heard a knock on the door without the password\n[01:43.40] And her mom's got the 12 gauge Mossberg\n[01:46.38] The nigga said, \"Yo, what's for sale?\" (Yo, what's for sale, man?)\n[01:49.47] And the bitch came out with a bag of yayo\n[01:52.72] She made the drop and got the 20 dollars\n[01:55.43] From a smoked-out fool with ring around the collar\n[01:58.62] The girl I was waiting for came out\n[02:01.41] I said, \"Bitch, I didn't know this was a crack house\"\n[02:04.39] I got my coat, and suddenly\n[02:07.41] (Stop, the police, don't move! Freeze! I'll kill ya!)\n[02:10.73] The cop busted in and had a Mac-10 pointed at my dome\n[02:14.47] And I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\n[02:17.55] He threw me on the carpet and wasn't cuttin' no slack\n[02:21.02] Jumped on my head and put his knee in my back\n[02:24.02] First he tried to slap me up, wrap me up, rough me up\n[02:27.58] They couldn't do it so they cuffed me up\n[02:29.79] I said, \"fuck, how much abuse can a nigga take\"\n[02:33.00] Hey yo, officer, you're making a big mistake\n[02:36.13] Since I had on a shirt that said I was dope\n[02:39.06] He thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case\n[02:42.27] He said, \"Get out my face\" and musta had a grudge\n[02:45.29] His reply, \"Tell that bullshit to the judge\"\n[02:48.72] The girl I was with wasn't sayin' nothin'\n[02:51.68] I said, \"Aiyyo bitch, you better tell 'em somethin'\"\n[02:54.78] She started draggin' and all of a sudden\n[02:57.36] We all got tossed in the paddy wagon\n[03:00.43] Now I beat the rap but that ain't the point\n[03:03.73] I had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\n[03:07.34] Now the story you heard has one little object\n[03:10.57] Don't fuck with a bitch from the projects\n[03:13.45] Yo man, motherfucking project with a name kinda chill\n[03:16.49] Tell 'em\n[03:18.78] Especially motherfucking ones in Walton South of New LA, boy\n[03:22.53] Don't fuck around with 'em projects boy\n[03:25.06] Rats will whoop your ass (yeah, y'all like that?)\n[03:31.80] (Yo! You see that ho with that man?)\n[03:34.27] Quit that hoe man, I'll buss out and wild\n[03:37.38] Straight up\n[03:38.00] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Once Upon A Time In The Projects\n  artist: Ice Cube\n  album: Ice Cube's Greatest Hits (Explicit)\n  duration_ms: 220000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Once upon a time in the projects, yo\n  start_ms: 270\n  end_ms: 4660\n- text: I damn near had to wreck a ho\n  start_ms: 4660\n  end_ms: 7370\n- text: I knocked on the door (who is it?)\n  start_ms: 7370\n  end_ms: 9860\n- text: It's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya'\n  start_ms: 9860\n  end_ms: 12820\n- text: And what's up with the niggas in the parking lot\n  start_ms: 12820\n  end_ms: 16010\n- text: She said, \"Fuck 'em, 'cause they get sparked a lot\"\n  start_ms: 16010\n  end_ms: 19050\n- text: I sat on the couch but it wasn't stable\n  start_ms: 19050\n  end_ms: 22240\n- text: And then I put my Nike's on the coffee table\n  start_ms: 22240\n  end_ms: 25580\n- text: Her brother came in, he's into gang-bangin'\n  start_ms: 25580\n  end_ms: 28450\n- text: '''Cause he walked up and said, \"What set you claimin''?\"'\n  start_ms: 28450\n  end_ms: 31790\n- text: I don't bang, I write the good rhymes\n  start_ms: 31790\n  end_ms: 34630\n- text: The whole scenery reminded me of Good Times\n  start_ms: 34630\n  end_ms: 37990\n- text: I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\n  start_ms: 37990\n  end_ms: 40830\n- text: By a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up\n  start_ms: 40830\n  end_ms: 43980\n- text: He threw up a set and then he was gone\n  start_ms: 43980\n  end_ms: 46950\n- text: I'm thinkin' to myself, won't this bitch bring her ass on?\n  start_ms: 46950\n  end_ms: 50330\n- text: Her mother came in with a joint in her mouth\n  start_ms: 50330\n  end_ms: 53670\n- text: And fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\n  start_ms: 53670\n  end_ms: 56770\n- text: She said, \"Please excuse my house,\" and all that\n  start_ms: 56770\n  end_ms: 59550\n- text: I said, \"Yeah\" 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\n  start_ms: 59550\n  end_ms: 62960\n- text: Lookin' at a fucked up black and white\n  start_ms: 62960\n  end_ms: 65860\n- text: Her mom's bitchin' cause the county check wasn't right\n  start_ms: 65860\n  end_ms: 69150\n- text: She had another brother that was three years old\n  start_ms: 69150\n  end_ms: 72060\n- text: And had a bad case of the runny nose\n  start_ms: 72060\n  end_ms: 75530\n- text: He asked me who I was, then I had to pause\n  start_ms: 75530\n  end_ms: 78400\n- text: It smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers\n  start_ms: 78400\n  end_ms: 81230\n- text: I saw her sister who really needs her ass kicked\n  start_ms: 81230\n  end_ms: 84450\n- text: Only 13 and already pregnant\n  start_ms: 84450\n  end_ms: 87740\n- text: I grabbed my 40 out the bag and took a swig\n  start_ms: 87740\n  end_ms: 90880\n- text: '''Cause I was getting overwhelmed by BeBe Kids'\n  start_ms: 90880\n  end_ms: 93130\n- text: They was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin' and tellin'\n  start_ms: 93130\n  end_ms: 97320\n- text: And look at this young punk bailin'\n  start_ms: 97320\n  end_ms: 100040\n- text: I heard a knock on the door without the password\n  start_ms: 100040\n  end_ms: 103400\n- text: And her mom's got the 12 gauge Mossberg\n  start_ms: 103400\n  end_ms: 106380\n- text: The nigga said, \"Yo, what's for sale?\" (Yo, what's for sale, man?)\n  start_ms: 106380\n  end_ms: 109470\n- text: And the bitch came out with a bag of yayo\n  start_ms: 109470\n  end_ms: 112720\n- text: She made the drop and got the 20 dollars\n  start_ms: 112720\n  end_ms: 115430\n- text: From a smoked-out fool with ring around the collar\n  start_ms: 115430\n  end_ms: 118620\n- text: The girl I was waiting for came out\n  start_ms: 118620\n  end_ms: 121410\n- text: I said, \"Bitch, I didn't know this was a crack house\"\n  start_ms: 121410\n  end_ms: 124390\n- text: I got my coat, and suddenly\n  start_ms: 124390\n  end_ms: 127410\n- text: (Stop, the police, don't move! Freeze! I'll kill ya!)\n  start_ms: 127410\n  end_ms: 130730\n- text: The cop busted in and had a Mac-10 pointed at my dome\n  start_ms: 130730\n  end_ms: 134470\n- text: And I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\n  start_ms: 134470\n  end_ms: 137550\n- text: He threw me on the carpet and wasn't cuttin' no slack\n  start_ms: 137550\n  end_ms: 141020\n- text: Jumped on my head and put his knee in my back\n  start_ms: 141020\n  end_ms: 144020\n- text: First he tried to slap me up, wrap me up, rough me up\n  start_ms: 144020\n  end_ms: 147580\n- text: They couldn't do it so they cuffed me up\n  start_ms: 147580\n  end_ms: 149790\n- text: I said, \"fuck, how much abuse can a nigga take\"\n  start_ms: 149790\n  end_ms: 153000\n- text: Hey yo, officer, you're making a big mistake\n  start_ms: 153000\n  end_ms: 156130\n- text: Since I had on a shirt that said I was dope\n  start_ms: 156130\n  end_ms: 159060\n- text: He thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case\n  start_ms: 159060\n  end_ms: 162270\n- text: He said, \"Get out my face\" and musta had a grudge\n  start_ms: 162270\n  end_ms: 165290\n- text: His reply, \"Tell that bullshit to the judge\"\n  start_ms: 165290\n  end_ms: 168720\n- text: The girl I was with wasn't sayin' nothin'\n  start_ms: 168720\n  end_ms: 171680\n- text: I said, \"Aiyyo bitch, you better tell 'em somethin'\"\n  start_ms: 171680\n  end_ms: 174780\n- text: She started draggin' and all of a sudden\n  start_ms: 174780\n  end_ms: 177360\n- text: We all got tossed in the paddy wagon\n  start_ms: 177360\n  end_ms: 180430\n- text: Now I beat the rap but that ain't the point\n  start_ms: 180430\n  end_ms: 183730\n- text: I had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\n  start_ms: 183730\n  end_ms: 187340\n- text: Now the story you heard has one little object\n  start_ms: 187340\n  end_ms: 190570\n- text: Don't fuck with a bitch from the projects\n  start_ms: 190570\n  end_ms: 193450\n- text: Yo man, motherfucking project with a name kinda chill\n  start_ms: 193450\n  end_ms: 196490\n- text: Tell 'em\n  start_ms: 196490\n  end_ms: 198780\n- text: Especially motherfucking ones in Walton South of New LA, boy\n  start_ms: 198780\n  end_ms: 202530\n- text: Don't fuck around with 'em projects boy\n  start_ms: 202530\n  end_ms: 205060\n- text: Rats will whoop your ass (yeah, y'all like that?)\n  start_ms: 205060\n  end_ms: 211800\n- text: (Yo! You see that ho with that man?)\n  start_ms: 211800\n  end_ms: 214270\n- text: Quit that hoe man, I'll buss out and wild\n  start_ms: 214270\n  end_ms: 217380\n- text: Straight up\n  start_ms: 217380\n  end_ms: 218000\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 218000\nplain: |-\n  Once upon a time in the projects, yo\n  I damn near had to wreck a ho\n  I knocked on the door (who is it?)\n  It's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya'\n  And what's up with the niggas in the parking lot\n  She said, \"Fuck 'em, 'cause they get sparked a lot\"\n  I sat on the couch but it wasn't stable\n  And then I put my Nike's on the coffee table\n\n  Her brother came in, he's into gang-bangin'\n  'Cause he walked up and said, \"What set you claimin'?\"\n  I don't bang, I write the good rhymes\n  The whole scenery reminded me of Good Times\n  I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\n  By a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up\n  He threw up a set and then he was gone\n  I'm thinkin' to myself, won't this bitch bring her ass on?\n\n  Her mother came in with a joint in her mouth\n  And fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\n  She said, \"Please excuse my house,\" and all that\n  I said, \"Yeah\" 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\n  Lookin' at a fucked up black and white\n  Her mom's bitchin' cause the county check wasn't right\n  She had another brother that was three years old\n  And had a bad case of the runny nose\n\n  He asked me who I was, then I had to pause\n  It smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers\n  I saw her sister who really needs her ass kicked\n  Only 13 and already pregnant\n  I grabbed my 40 out the bag and took a swig\n  'Cause I was getting overwhelmed by BeBe Kids\n  They was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin' and tellin'\n  And look at this young punk bailin'\n\n  I heard a knock on the door without the password\n  And her mom's got the 12 gauge Mossberg\n  The nigga said, \"Yo, what's for sale?\" (Yo, what's for sale, man?)\n  And the bitch came out with a bag of yayo\n  She made the drop and got the 20 dollars\n  From a smoked-out fool with ring around the collar\n  The girl I was waiting for came out\n  I said, \"Bitch, I didn't know this was a crack house\"\n  I got my coat, and suddenly\n\n  (Stop, the police, don't move! Freeze! I'll kill ya!)\n  The cop busted in and had a Mac-10 pointed at my dome\n  And I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\n  He threw me on the carpet and wasn't cuttin' no slack\n  Jumped on my head and put his knee in my back\n  First he tried to slap me up, wrap me up, rough me up\n  They couldn't do it so they cuffed me up\n  I said, \"fuck, how much abuse can a nigga take\"\n\n  Hey yo, officer, you're making a big mistake\n  Since I had on a shirt that said I was dope\n  He thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case\n  He said, \"Get out my face\" and musta had a grudge\n  His reply, \"Tell that bullshit to the judge\"\n  The girl I was with wasn't sayin' nothin'\n  I said, \"Aiyyo bitch, you better tell 'em somethin'\"\n  She started draggin' and all of a sudden\n\n  We all got tossed in the paddy wagon\n  Now I beat the rap but that ain't the point\n  I had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\n  Now the story you heard has one little object\n  Don't fuck with a bitch from the projects\n\n  Yo man, motherfucking project with a name kinda chill\n  Tell 'em\n  Especially motherfucking ones in Walton South of New LA, boy\n  Don't fuck around with 'em projects boy\n  Rats will whoop your ass (yeah, y'all like that?)\n  (Yo! You see that ho with that man?)\n  Quit that hoe man, I'll buss out and wild\n  Straight up\n"},{"id":33283068,"name":"Once Upon A Time In The Projects [Explicit]","trackName":"Once Upon A Time In The Projects [Explicit]","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"Ice Cube's Greatest Hits (Explicit) [Explicit]","duration":221.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Once upon a time in the projects, yo\nI damn near had to wreck a ho\nI knocked on the door (who is it?)\nIt's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya'\nAnd what's up with the niggas in the parking lot\nShe said, \"Fuck 'em, 'cause they get sparked a lot\"\nI sat on the couch but it wasn't stable\nAnd then I put my Nike's on the coffee table\n\nHer brother came in, he's into gang-bangin'\n'Cause he walked up and said, \"What set you claimin'?\"\nI don't bang, I write the good rhymes\nThe whole scenery reminded me of Good Times\nI don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\nBy a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up\nHe threw up a set and then he was gone\nI'm thinkin' to myself, won't this bitch bring her ass on?\n\nHer mother came in with a joint in her mouth\nAnd fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\nShe said, \"Please excuse my house,\" and all that\nI said, \"Yeah\" 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\nLookin' at a fucked up black and white\nHer mom's bitchin' cause the county check wasn't right\nShe had another brother that was three years old\nAnd had a bad case of the runny nose\n\nHe asked me who I was, then I had to pause\nIt smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers\nI saw her sister who really needs her ass kicked\nOnly 13 and already pregnant\nI grabbed my 40 out the bag and took a swig\n'Cause I was getting overwhelmed by BeBe Kids\nThey was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin' and tellin'\nAnd look at this young punk bailin'\n\nI heard a knock on the door without the password\nAnd her mom's got the 12 gauge Mossberg\nThe nigga said, \"Yo, what's for sale?\" (Yo, what's for sale, man?)\nAnd the bitch came out with a bag of yayo\nShe made the drop and got the 20 dollars\nFrom a smoked-out fool with ring around the collar\nThe girl I was waiting for came out\nI said, \"Bitch, I didn't know this was a crack house\"\nI got my coat, and suddenly\n\n(Stop, the police, don't move! Freeze! I'll kill ya!)\nThe cop busted in and had a Mac-10 pointed at my dome\nAnd I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\nHe threw me on the carpet and wasn't cuttin' no slack\nJumped on my head and put his knee in my back\nFirst he tried to slap me up, wrap me up, rough me up\nThey couldn't do it so they cuffed me up\nI said, \"fuck, how much abuse can a nigga take\"\n\nHey yo, officer, you're making a big mistake\nSince I had on a shirt that said I was dope\nHe thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case\nHe said, \"Get out my face\" and musta had a grudge\nHis reply, \"Tell that bullshit to the judge\"\nThe girl I was with wasn't sayin' nothin'\nI said, \"Aiyyo bitch, you better tell 'em somethin'\"\nShe started draggin' and all of a sudden\n\nWe all got tossed in the paddy wagon\nNow I beat the rap but that ain't the point\nI had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\nNow the story you heard has one little object\nDon't fuck with a bitch from the projects\n\nYo man, motherfucking project with a name kinda chill\nTell 'em\nEspecially motherfucking ones in Walton South of New LA, boy\nDon't fuck around with 'em projects boy\nRats will whoop your ass (yeah, y'all like that?)\n(Yo! You see that ho with that man?)\nQuit that hoe man, I'll buss out and wild\nStraight up","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.09] Once upon a time in the projects, yo\n[00:04.26] I damn near had to wreck a ho\n[00:06.94] I knocked on the door (who is it?)\n[00:09.69] It's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya'\n[00:12.89] And what's up with the niggas in the parking lot\n[00:15.83] She said, \"Fuck 'em, 'cause they get sparked a lot\"\n[00:19.30] I sat on the couch but it wasn't stable\n[00:22.56] And then I put my Nike's on the coffee table\n[00:25.69] Her brother came in, he's into gang-bangin'\n[00:28.17] 'Cause he walked up and said, \"What set you claimin'?\"\n[00:32.09] I don't bang, I write the good rhymes\n[00:34.54] The whole scenery reminded me of Good Times\n[00:37.70] I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\n[00:40.62] By a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up\n[00:44.29] He threw up a set and then he was gone\n[00:46.61] I'm thinkin' to myself, won't this bitch bring her ass on?\n[00:50.42] Her mother came in with a joint in her mouth\n[00:53.60] And fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\n[00:56.23] She said, \"Please excuse my house,\" and all that\n[00:59.45] I said, \"Yeah\" 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\n[01:03.10] Lookin' at a fucked up black and white\n[01:05.62] Her mom's bitchin' cause the county check wasn't right\n[01:09.12] She had another brother that was three years old\n[01:12.25] And had a bad case of the runny nose\n[01:15.42] He asked me who I was, then I had to pause\n[01:18.16] It smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers\n[01:21.21] I saw her sister who really needs her ass kicked\n[01:24.19] Only 13 and already pregnant\n[01:27.45] I grabbed my 40 out the bag and took a swig\n[01:30.58] 'Cause I was getting overwhelmed by BeBe Kids\n[01:33.89] They was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin' and tellin'\n[01:37.25] And look at this young punk bailin'\n[01:39.94] I heard a knock on the door without the password\n[01:43.14] And her mom's got the 12 gauge Mossberg\n[01:46.24] The nigga said, \"Yo, what's for sale?\" (Yo, what's for sale, man?)\n[01:49.44] And the bitch came out with a bag of yayo\n[01:52.78] She made the drop and got the 20 dollars\n[01:55.24] From a smoked-out fool with ring around the collar\n[01:58.21] The girl I was waiting for came out\n[02:00.97] I said, \"Bitch, I didn't know this was a crack house\"\n[02:04.02] I got my coat, and suddenly\n[02:08.72] (Stop, the police, don't move! Freeze! I'll kill ya!)\n[02:10.64] The cop busted in and had a Mac-10 pointed at my dome\n[02:14.46] And I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\n[02:17.68] He threw me on the carpet and wasn't cuttin' no slack\n[02:20.89] Jumped on my head and put his knee in my back\n[02:23.98] First he tried to slap me up, wrap me up, rough me up\n[02:27.43] They couldn't do it so they cuffed me up\n[02:29.72] I said, \"fuck, how much abuse can a nigga take\"\n[02:32.88] Hey yo, officer, you're making a big mistake\n[02:35.98] Since I had on a shirt that said I was dope\n[02:39.00] He thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case\n[02:42.10] He said, \"Get out my face\" and musta had a grudge\n[02:45.46] His reply, \"Tell that bullshit to the judge\"\n[02:48.83] The girl I was with wasn't sayin' nothin'\n[02:51.46] I said, \"Aiyyo bitch, you better tell 'em somethin'\"\n[02:54.52] She started draggin' and all of a sudden\n[02:57.35] We all got tossed in the paddy wagon\n[03:00.15] Now I beat the rap but that ain't the point\n[03:03.98] I had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\n[03:07.27] Now the story you heard has one little object\n[03:10.36] Don't fuck with a bitch from the projects\n[03:13.17] Yo man, motherfucking project with a name kinda chill\n[03:17.36] Tell 'em\n[03:18.22] Especially motherfucking ones in Walton South of New LA, boy\n[03:22.01] Don't fuck around with 'em projects boy\n[03:24.65] Rats will whoop your ass (yeah, y'all like that?)\n[03:32.14] (Yo! You see that ho with that man?)\n[03:33.58] Quit that hoe man, I'll buss out and wild\n[03:38.15] Straight up\n[03:38.59] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Once Upon A Time In The Projects [Explicit]\n  artist: Ice Cube\n  album: Ice Cube's Greatest Hits (Explicit) [Explicit]\n  duration_ms: 221000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Once upon a time in the projects, yo\n  start_ms: 90\n  end_ms: 4260\n- text: I damn near had to wreck a ho\n  start_ms: 4260\n  end_ms: 6940\n- text: I knocked on the door (who is it?)\n  start_ms: 6940\n  end_ms: 9690\n- text: It's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya'\n  start_ms: 9690\n  end_ms: 12890\n- text: And what's up with the niggas in the parking lot\n  start_ms: 12890\n  end_ms: 15830\n- text: She said, \"Fuck 'em, 'cause they get sparked a lot\"\n  start_ms: 15830\n  end_ms: 19300\n- text: I sat on the couch but it wasn't stable\n  start_ms: 19300\n  end_ms: 22560\n- text: And then I put my Nike's on the coffee table\n  start_ms: 22560\n  end_ms: 25690\n- text: Her brother came in, he's into gang-bangin'\n  start_ms: 25690\n  end_ms: 28170\n- text: '''Cause he walked up and said, \"What set you claimin''?\"'\n  start_ms: 28170\n  end_ms: 32090\n- text: I don't bang, I write the good rhymes\n  start_ms: 32090\n  end_ms: 34540\n- text: The whole scenery reminded me of Good Times\n  start_ms: 34540\n  end_ms: 37700\n- text: I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\n  start_ms: 37700\n  end_ms: 40620\n- text: By a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up\n  start_ms: 40620\n  end_ms: 44290\n- text: He threw up a set and then he was gone\n  start_ms: 44290\n  end_ms: 46610\n- text: I'm thinkin' to myself, won't this bitch bring her ass on?\n  start_ms: 46610\n  end_ms: 50420\n- text: Her mother came in with a joint in her mouth\n  start_ms: 50420\n  end_ms: 53600\n- text: And fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\n  start_ms: 53600\n  end_ms: 56230\n- text: She said, \"Please excuse my house,\" and all that\n  start_ms: 56230\n  end_ms: 59450\n- text: I said, \"Yeah\" 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\n  start_ms: 59450\n  end_ms: 63100\n- text: Lookin' at a fucked up black and white\n  start_ms: 63100\n  end_ms: 65620\n- text: Her mom's bitchin' cause the county check wasn't right\n  start_ms: 65620\n  end_ms: 69120\n- text: She had another brother that was three years old\n  start_ms: 69120\n  end_ms: 72250\n- text: And had a bad case of the runny nose\n  start_ms: 72250\n  end_ms: 75420\n- text: He asked me who I was, then I had to pause\n  start_ms: 75420\n  end_ms: 78160\n- text: It smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers\n  start_ms: 78160\n  end_ms: 81210\n- text: I saw her sister who really needs her ass kicked\n  start_ms: 81210\n  end_ms: 84190\n- text: Only 13 and already pregnant\n  start_ms: 84190\n  end_ms: 87450\n- text: I grabbed my 40 out the bag and took a swig\n  start_ms: 87450\n  end_ms: 90580\n- text: '''Cause I was getting overwhelmed by BeBe Kids'\n  start_ms: 90580\n  end_ms: 93890\n- text: They was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin' and tellin'\n  start_ms: 93890\n  end_ms: 97250\n- text: And look at this young punk bailin'\n  start_ms: 97250\n  end_ms: 99940\n- text: I heard a knock on the door without the password\n  start_ms: 99940\n  end_ms: 103140\n- text: And her mom's got the 12 gauge Mossberg\n  start_ms: 103140\n  end_ms: 106240\n- text: The nigga said, \"Yo, what's for sale?\" (Yo, what's for sale, man?)\n  start_ms: 106240\n  end_ms: 109440\n- text: And the bitch came out with a bag of yayo\n  start_ms: 109440\n  end_ms: 112780\n- text: She made the drop and got the 20 dollars\n  start_ms: 112780\n  end_ms: 115240\n- text: From a smoked-out fool with ring around the collar\n  start_ms: 115240\n  end_ms: 118210\n- text: The girl I was waiting for came out\n  start_ms: 118210\n  end_ms: 120970\n- text: I said, \"Bitch, I didn't know this was a crack house\"\n  start_ms: 120970\n  end_ms: 124020\n- text: I got my coat, and suddenly\n  start_ms: 124020\n  end_ms: 128720\n- text: (Stop, the police, don't move! Freeze! I'll kill ya!)\n  start_ms: 128720\n  end_ms: 130640\n- text: The cop busted in and had a Mac-10 pointed at my dome\n  start_ms: 130640\n  end_ms: 134460\n- text: And I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\n  start_ms: 134460\n  end_ms: 137680\n- text: He threw me on the carpet and wasn't cuttin' no slack\n  start_ms: 137680\n  end_ms: 140890\n- text: Jumped on my head and put his knee in my back\n  start_ms: 140890\n  end_ms: 143980\n- text: First he tried to slap me up, wrap me up, rough me up\n  start_ms: 143980\n  end_ms: 147430\n- text: They couldn't do it so they cuffed me up\n  start_ms: 147430\n  end_ms: 149720\n- text: I said, \"fuck, how much abuse can a nigga take\"\n  start_ms: 149720\n  end_ms: 152880\n- text: Hey yo, officer, you're making a big mistake\n  start_ms: 152880\n  end_ms: 155980\n- text: Since I had on a shirt that said I was dope\n  start_ms: 155980\n  end_ms: 159000\n- text: He thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case\n  start_ms: 159000\n  end_ms: 162100\n- text: He said, \"Get out my face\" and musta had a grudge\n  start_ms: 162100\n  end_ms: 165460\n- text: His reply, \"Tell that bullshit to the judge\"\n  start_ms: 165460\n  end_ms: 168830\n- text: The girl I was with wasn't sayin' nothin'\n  start_ms: 168830\n  end_ms: 171460\n- text: I said, \"Aiyyo bitch, you better tell 'em somethin'\"\n  start_ms: 171460\n  end_ms: 174520\n- text: She started draggin' and all of a sudden\n  start_ms: 174520\n  end_ms: 177350\n- text: We all got tossed in the paddy wagon\n  start_ms: 177350\n  end_ms: 180150\n- text: Now I beat the rap but that ain't the point\n  start_ms: 180150\n  end_ms: 183980\n- text: I had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\n  start_ms: 183980\n  end_ms: 187270\n- text: Now the story you heard has one little object\n  start_ms: 187270\n  end_ms: 190360\n- text: Don't fuck with a bitch from the projects\n  start_ms: 190360\n  end_ms: 193170\n- text: Yo man, motherfucking project with a name kinda chill\n  start_ms: 193170\n  end_ms: 197360\n- text: Tell 'em\n  start_ms: 197360\n  end_ms: 198220\n- text: Especially motherfucking ones in Walton South of New LA, boy\n  start_ms: 198220\n  end_ms: 202010\n- text: Don't fuck around with 'em projects boy\n  start_ms: 202010\n  end_ms: 204650\n- text: Rats will whoop your ass (yeah, y'all like that?)\n  start_ms: 204650\n  end_ms: 212140\n- text: (Yo! You see that ho with that man?)\n  start_ms: 212140\n  end_ms: 213580\n- text: Quit that hoe man, I'll buss out and wild\n  start_ms: 213580\n  end_ms: 218150\n- text: Straight up\n  start_ms: 218150\n  end_ms: 218590\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 218590\nplain: |-\n  Once upon a time in the projects, yo\n  I damn near had to wreck a ho\n  I knocked on the door (who is it?)\n  It's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya'\n  And what's up with the niggas in the parking lot\n  She said, \"Fuck 'em, 'cause they get sparked a lot\"\n  I sat on the couch but it wasn't stable\n  And then I put my Nike's on the coffee table\n\n  Her brother came in, he's into gang-bangin'\n  'Cause he walked up and said, \"What set you claimin'?\"\n  I don't bang, I write the good rhymes\n  The whole scenery reminded me of Good Times\n  I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\n  By a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up\n  He threw up a set and then he was gone\n  I'm thinkin' to myself, won't this bitch bring her ass on?\n\n  Her mother came in with a joint in her mouth\n  And fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\n  She said, \"Please excuse my house,\" and all that\n  I said, \"Yeah\" 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\n  Lookin' at a fucked up black and white\n  Her mom's bitchin' cause the county check wasn't right\n  She had another brother that was three years old\n  And had a bad case of the runny nose\n\n  He asked me who I was, then I had to pause\n  It smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers\n  I saw her sister who really needs her ass kicked\n  Only 13 and already pregnant\n  I grabbed my 40 out the bag and took a swig\n  'Cause I was getting overwhelmed by BeBe Kids\n  They was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin' and tellin'\n  And look at this young punk bailin'\n\n  I heard a knock on the door without the password\n  And her mom's got the 12 gauge Mossberg\n  The nigga said, \"Yo, what's for sale?\" (Yo, what's for sale, man?)\n  And the bitch came out with a bag of yayo\n  She made the drop and got the 20 dollars\n  From a smoked-out fool with ring around the collar\n  The girl I was waiting for came out\n  I said, \"Bitch, I didn't know this was a crack house\"\n  I got my coat, and suddenly\n\n  (Stop, the police, don't move! Freeze! I'll kill ya!)\n  The cop busted in and had a Mac-10 pointed at my dome\n  And I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\n  He threw me on the carpet and wasn't cuttin' no slack\n  Jumped on my head and put his knee in my back\n  First he tried to slap me up, wrap me up, rough me up\n  They couldn't do it so they cuffed me up\n  I said, \"fuck, how much abuse can a nigga take\"\n\n  Hey yo, officer, you're making a big mistake\n  Since I had on a shirt that said I was dope\n  He thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case\n  He said, \"Get out my face\" and musta had a grudge\n  His reply, \"Tell that bullshit to the judge\"\n  The girl I was with wasn't sayin' nothin'\n  I said, \"Aiyyo bitch, you better tell 'em somethin'\"\n  She started draggin' and all of a sudden\n\n  We all got tossed in the paddy wagon\n  Now I beat the rap but that ain't the point\n  I had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\n  Now the story you heard has one little object\n  Don't fuck with a bitch from the projects\n\n  Yo man, motherfucking project with a name kinda chill\n  Tell 'em\n  Especially motherfucking ones in Walton South of New LA, boy\n  Don't fuck around with 'em projects boy\n  Rats will whoop your ass (yeah, y'all like that?)\n  (Yo! You see that ho with that man?)\n  Quit that hoe man, I'll buss out and wild\n  Straight up\n"},{"id":29226085,"name":"8.Ice Cube - Once Upon A Time In The Projects","trackName":"8.Ice Cube - Once Upon A Time In The Projects","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"My Coldest Jamz","duration":221.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Once upon a time in the projects, yo\nI damn near had to wreck a ho\nI knocked on the door (who is it?)\nIt's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya'\nAnd what's up with the niggas in the parking lot\nShe said, \"Fuck 'em, 'cause they get sparked a lot\"\nI sat on the couch but it wasn't stable\nAnd then I put my Nike's on the coffee table\n\nHer brother came in, he's into gang-bangin'\n'Cause he walked up and said, \"What set you claimin'?\"\nI don't bang, I write the good rhymes\nThe whole scenery reminded me of Good Times\nI don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\nBy a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up\nHe threw up a set and then he was gone\nI'm thinkin' to myself, won't this bitch bring her ass on?\n\nHer mother came in with a joint in her mouth\nAnd fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\nShe said, \"Please excuse my house,\" and all that\nI said, \"Yeah\" 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\nLookin' at a fucked up black and white\nHer mom's bitchin' cause the county check wasn't right\nShe had another brother that was three years old\nAnd had a bad case of the runny nose\n\nHe asked me who I was, then I had to pause\nIt smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers\nI saw her sister who really needs her ass kicked\nOnly 13 and already pregnant\nI grabbed my 40 out the bag and took a swig\n'Cause I was getting overwhelmed by BeBe Kids\nThey was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin' and tellin'\nAnd look at this young punk bailin'\n\nI heard a knock on the door without the password\nAnd her mom's got the 12 gauge Mossberg\nThe nigga said, \"Yo, what's for sale?\" (Yo, what's for sale, man?)\nAnd the bitch came out with a bag of yayo\nShe made the drop and got the 20 dollars\nFrom a smoked-out fool with ring around the collar\nThe girl I was waiting for came out\nI said, \"Bitch, I didn't know this was a crack house\"\nI got my coat, and suddenly\n\n(Stop, the police, don't move! Freeze! I'll kill ya!)\nThe cop busted in and had a Mac-10 pointed at my dome\nAnd I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\nHe threw me on the carpet and wasn't cuttin' no slack\nJumped on my head and put his knee in my back\nFirst he tried to slap me up, wrap me up, rough me up\nThey couldn't do it so they cuffed me up\nI said, \"fuck, how much abuse can a nigga take\"\n\nHey yo, officer, you're making a big mistake\nSince I had on a shirt that said I was dope\nHe thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case\nHe said, \"Get out my face\" and musta had a grudge\nHis reply, \"Tell that bullshit to the judge\"\nThe girl I was with wasn't sayin' nothin'\nI said, \"Aiyyo bitch, you better tell 'em somethin'\"\nShe started draggin' and all of a sudden\n\nWe all got tossed in the paddy wagon\nNow I beat the rap but that ain't the point\nI had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\nNow the story you heard has one little object\nDon't fuck with a bitch from the projects\n\nYo man, motherfucking project with a name kinda chill\nTell 'em\nEspecially motherfucking ones in Walton South of New LA, boy\nDon't fuck around with 'em projects boy\nRats will whoop your ass (yeah, y'all like that?)\n(Yo! You see that ho with that man?)\nQuit that hoe man, I'll buss out and wild\nStraight up","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.09] Once upon a time in the projects, yo\n[00:04.26] I damn near had to wreck a ho\n[00:06.94] I knocked on the door (who is it?)\n[00:09.69] It's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya'\n[00:12.89] And what's up with the niggas in the parking lot\n[00:15.83] She said, \"Fuck 'em, 'cause they get sparked a lot\"\n[00:19.30] I sat on the couch but it wasn't stable\n[00:22.56] And then I put my Nike's on the coffee table\n[00:25.69] Her brother came in, he's into gang-bangin'\n[00:28.17] 'Cause he walked up and said, \"What set you claimin'?\"\n[00:32.09] I don't bang, I write the good rhymes\n[00:34.54] The whole scenery reminded me of Good Times\n[00:37.70] I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\n[00:40.62] By a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up\n[00:44.29] He threw up a set and then he was gone\n[00:46.61] I'm thinkin' to myself, won't this bitch bring her ass on?\n[00:50.42] Her mother came in with a joint in her mouth\n[00:53.60] And fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\n[00:56.23] She said, \"Please excuse my house,\" and all that\n[00:59.45] I said, \"Yeah\" 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\n[01:03.10] Lookin' at a fucked up black and white\n[01:05.62] Her mom's bitchin' cause the county check wasn't right\n[01:09.12] She had another brother that was three years old\n[01:12.25] And had a bad case of the runny nose\n[01:15.42] He asked me who I was, then I had to pause\n[01:18.16] It smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers\n[01:21.21] I saw her sister who really needs her ass kicked\n[01:24.19] Only 13 and already pregnant\n[01:27.45] I grabbed my 40 out the bag and took a swig\n[01:30.58] 'Cause I was getting overwhelmed by BeBe Kids\n[01:33.89] They was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin' and tellin'\n[01:37.25] And look at this young punk bailin'\n[01:39.94] I heard a knock on the door without the password\n[01:43.14] And her mom's got the 12 gauge Mossberg\n[01:46.24] The nigga said, \"Yo, what's for sale?\" (Yo, what's for sale, man?)\n[01:49.44] And the bitch came out with a bag of yayo\n[01:52.78] She made the drop and got the 20 dollars\n[01:55.24] From a smoked-out fool with ring around the collar\n[01:58.21] The girl I was waiting for came out\n[02:00.97] I said, \"Bitch, I didn't know this was a crack house\"\n[02:04.02] I got my coat, and suddenly\n[02:08.72] (Stop, the police, don't move! Freeze! I'll kill ya!)\n[02:10.64] The cop busted in and had a Mac-10 pointed at my dome\n[02:14.46] And I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\n[02:17.68] He threw me on the carpet and wasn't cuttin' no slack\n[02:20.89] Jumped on my head and put his knee in my back\n[02:23.98] First he tried to slap me up, wrap me up, rough me up\n[02:27.43] They couldn't do it so they cuffed me up\n[02:29.72] I said, \"fuck, how much abuse can a nigga take\"\n[02:32.88] Hey yo, officer, you're making a big mistake\n[02:35.98] Since I had on a shirt that said I was dope\n[02:39.00] He thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case\n[02:42.10] He said, \"Get out my face\" and musta had a grudge\n[02:45.46] His reply, \"Tell that bullshit to the judge\"\n[02:48.83] The girl I was with wasn't sayin' nothin'\n[02:51.46] I said, \"Aiyyo bitch, you better tell 'em somethin'\"\n[02:54.52] She started draggin' and all of a sudden\n[02:57.35] We all got tossed in the paddy wagon\n[03:00.15] Now I beat the rap but that ain't the point\n[03:03.98] I had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\n[03:07.27] Now the story you heard has one little object\n[03:10.36] Don't fuck with a bitch from the projects\n[03:13.17] Yo man, motherfucking project with a name kinda chill\n[03:17.36] Tell 'em\n[03:18.22] Especially motherfucking ones in Walton South of New LA, boy\n[03:22.01] Don't fuck around with 'em projects boy\n[03:24.65] Rats will whoop your ass (yeah, y'all like that?)\n[03:32.14] (Yo! You see that ho with that man?)\n[03:33.58] Quit that hoe man, I'll buss out and wild\n[03:38.15] Straight up\n[03:38.59] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 8.Ice Cube - Once Upon A Time In The Projects\n  artist: Ice Cube\n  album: My Coldest Jamz\n  duration_ms: 221000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Once upon a time in the projects, yo\n  start_ms: 90\n  end_ms: 4260\n- text: I damn near had to wreck a ho\n  start_ms: 4260\n  end_ms: 6940\n- text: I knocked on the door (who is it?)\n  start_ms: 6940\n  end_ms: 9690\n- text: It's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya'\n  start_ms: 9690\n  end_ms: 12890\n- text: And what's up with the niggas in the parking lot\n  start_ms: 12890\n  end_ms: 15830\n- text: She said, \"Fuck 'em, 'cause they get sparked a lot\"\n  start_ms: 15830\n  end_ms: 19300\n- text: I sat on the couch but it wasn't stable\n  start_ms: 19300\n  end_ms: 22560\n- text: And then I put my Nike's on the coffee table\n  start_ms: 22560\n  end_ms: 25690\n- text: Her brother came in, he's into gang-bangin'\n  start_ms: 25690\n  end_ms: 28170\n- text: '''Cause he walked up and said, \"What set you claimin''?\"'\n  start_ms: 28170\n  end_ms: 32090\n- text: I don't bang, I write the good rhymes\n  start_ms: 32090\n  end_ms: 34540\n- text: The whole scenery reminded me of Good Times\n  start_ms: 34540\n  end_ms: 37700\n- text: I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\n  start_ms: 37700\n  end_ms: 40620\n- text: By a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up\n  start_ms: 40620\n  end_ms: 44290\n- text: He threw up a set and then he was gone\n  start_ms: 44290\n  end_ms: 46610\n- text: I'm thinkin' to myself, won't this bitch bring her ass on?\n  start_ms: 46610\n  end_ms: 50420\n- text: Her mother came in with a joint in her mouth\n  start_ms: 50420\n  end_ms: 53600\n- text: And fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\n  start_ms: 53600\n  end_ms: 56230\n- text: She said, \"Please excuse my house,\" and all that\n  start_ms: 56230\n  end_ms: 59450\n- text: I said, \"Yeah\" 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\n  start_ms: 59450\n  end_ms: 63100\n- text: Lookin' at a fucked up black and white\n  start_ms: 63100\n  end_ms: 65620\n- text: Her mom's bitchin' cause the county check wasn't right\n  start_ms: 65620\n  end_ms: 69120\n- text: She had another brother that was three years old\n  start_ms: 69120\n  end_ms: 72250\n- text: And had a bad case of the runny nose\n  start_ms: 72250\n  end_ms: 75420\n- text: He asked me who I was, then I had to pause\n  start_ms: 75420\n  end_ms: 78160\n- text: It smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers\n  start_ms: 78160\n  end_ms: 81210\n- text: I saw her sister who really needs her ass kicked\n  start_ms: 81210\n  end_ms: 84190\n- text: Only 13 and already pregnant\n  start_ms: 84190\n  end_ms: 87450\n- text: I grabbed my 40 out the bag and took a swig\n  start_ms: 87450\n  end_ms: 90580\n- text: '''Cause I was getting overwhelmed by BeBe Kids'\n  start_ms: 90580\n  end_ms: 93890\n- text: They was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin' and tellin'\n  start_ms: 93890\n  end_ms: 97250\n- text: And look at this young punk bailin'\n  start_ms: 97250\n  end_ms: 99940\n- text: I heard a knock on the door without the password\n  start_ms: 99940\n  end_ms: 103140\n- text: And her mom's got the 12 gauge Mossberg\n  start_ms: 103140\n  end_ms: 106240\n- text: The nigga said, \"Yo, what's for sale?\" (Yo, what's for sale, man?)\n  start_ms: 106240\n  end_ms: 109440\n- text: And the bitch came out with a bag of yayo\n  start_ms: 109440\n  end_ms: 112780\n- text: She made the drop and got the 20 dollars\n  start_ms: 112780\n  end_ms: 115240\n- text: From a smoked-out fool with ring around the collar\n  start_ms: 115240\n  end_ms: 118210\n- text: The girl I was waiting for came out\n  start_ms: 118210\n  end_ms: 120970\n- text: I said, \"Bitch, I didn't know this was a crack house\"\n  start_ms: 120970\n  end_ms: 124020\n- text: I got my coat, and suddenly\n  start_ms: 124020\n  end_ms: 128720\n- text: (Stop, the police, don't move! Freeze! I'll kill ya!)\n  start_ms: 128720\n  end_ms: 130640\n- text: The cop busted in and had a Mac-10 pointed at my dome\n  start_ms: 130640\n  end_ms: 134460\n- text: And I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\n  start_ms: 134460\n  end_ms: 137680\n- text: He threw me on the carpet and wasn't cuttin' no slack\n  start_ms: 137680\n  end_ms: 140890\n- text: Jumped on my head and put his knee in my back\n  start_ms: 140890\n  end_ms: 143980\n- text: First he tried to slap me up, wrap me up, rough me up\n  start_ms: 143980\n  end_ms: 147430\n- text: They couldn't do it so they cuffed me up\n  start_ms: 147430\n  end_ms: 149720\n- text: I said, \"fuck, how much abuse can a nigga take\"\n  start_ms: 149720\n  end_ms: 152880\n- text: Hey yo, officer, you're making a big mistake\n  start_ms: 152880\n  end_ms: 155980\n- text: Since I had on a shirt that said I was dope\n  start_ms: 155980\n  end_ms: 159000\n- text: He thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case\n  start_ms: 159000\n  end_ms: 162100\n- text: He said, \"Get out my face\" and musta had a grudge\n  start_ms: 162100\n  end_ms: 165460\n- text: His reply, \"Tell that bullshit to the judge\"\n  start_ms: 165460\n  end_ms: 168830\n- text: The girl I was with wasn't sayin' nothin'\n  start_ms: 168830\n  end_ms: 171460\n- text: I said, \"Aiyyo bitch, you better tell 'em somethin'\"\n  start_ms: 171460\n  end_ms: 174520\n- text: She started draggin' and all of a sudden\n  start_ms: 174520\n  end_ms: 177350\n- text: We all got tossed in the paddy wagon\n  start_ms: 177350\n  end_ms: 180150\n- text: Now I beat the rap but that ain't the point\n  start_ms: 180150\n  end_ms: 183980\n- text: I had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\n  start_ms: 183980\n  end_ms: 187270\n- text: Now the story you heard has one little object\n  start_ms: 187270\n  end_ms: 190360\n- text: Don't fuck with a bitch from the projects\n  start_ms: 190360\n  end_ms: 193170\n- text: Yo man, motherfucking project with a name kinda chill\n  start_ms: 193170\n  end_ms: 197360\n- text: Tell 'em\n  start_ms: 197360\n  end_ms: 198220\n- text: Especially motherfucking ones in Walton South of New LA, boy\n  start_ms: 198220\n  end_ms: 202010\n- text: Don't fuck around with 'em projects boy\n  start_ms: 202010\n  end_ms: 204650\n- text: Rats will whoop your ass (yeah, y'all like that?)\n  start_ms: 204650\n  end_ms: 212140\n- text: (Yo! You see that ho with that man?)\n  start_ms: 212140\n  end_ms: 213580\n- text: Quit that hoe man, I'll buss out and wild\n  start_ms: 213580\n  end_ms: 218150\n- text: Straight up\n  start_ms: 218150\n  end_ms: 218590\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 218590\nplain: |-\n  Once upon a time in the projects, yo\n  I damn near had to wreck a ho\n  I knocked on the door (who is it?)\n  It's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya'\n  And what's up with the niggas in the parking lot\n  She said, \"Fuck 'em, 'cause they get sparked a lot\"\n  I sat on the couch but it wasn't stable\n  And then I put my Nike's on the coffee table\n\n  Her brother came in, he's into gang-bangin'\n  'Cause he walked up and said, \"What set you claimin'?\"\n  I don't bang, I write the good rhymes\n  The whole scenery reminded me of Good Times\n  I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\n  By a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up\n  He threw up a set and then he was gone\n  I'm thinkin' to myself, won't this bitch bring her ass on?\n\n  Her mother came in with a joint in her mouth\n  And fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\n  She said, \"Please excuse my house,\" and all that\n  I said, \"Yeah\" 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\n  Lookin' at a fucked up black and white\n  Her mom's bitchin' cause the county check wasn't right\n  She had another brother that was three years old\n  And had a bad case of the runny nose\n\n  He asked me who I was, then I had to pause\n  It smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers\n  I saw her sister who really needs her ass kicked\n  Only 13 and already pregnant\n  I grabbed my 40 out the bag and took a swig\n  'Cause I was getting overwhelmed by BeBe Kids\n  They was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin' and tellin'\n  And look at this young punk bailin'\n\n  I heard a knock on the door without the password\n  And her mom's got the 12 gauge Mossberg\n  The nigga said, \"Yo, what's for sale?\" (Yo, what's for sale, man?)\n  And the bitch came out with a bag of yayo\n  She made the drop and got the 20 dollars\n  From a smoked-out fool with ring around the collar\n  The girl I was waiting for came out\n  I said, \"Bitch, I didn't know this was a crack house\"\n  I got my coat, and suddenly\n\n  (Stop, the police, don't move! Freeze! I'll kill ya!)\n  The cop busted in and had a Mac-10 pointed at my dome\n  And I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\n  He threw me on the carpet and wasn't cuttin' no slack\n  Jumped on my head and put his knee in my back\n  First he tried to slap me up, wrap me up, rough me up\n  They couldn't do it so they cuffed me up\n  I said, \"fuck, how much abuse can a nigga take\"\n\n  Hey yo, officer, you're making a big mistake\n  Since I had on a shirt that said I was dope\n  He thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case\n  He said, \"Get out my face\" and musta had a grudge\n  His reply, \"Tell that bullshit to the judge\"\n  The girl I was with wasn't sayin' nothin'\n  I said, \"Aiyyo bitch, you better tell 'em somethin'\"\n  She started draggin' and all of a sudden\n\n  We all got tossed in the paddy wagon\n  Now I beat the rap but that ain't the point\n  I had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\n  Now the story you heard has one little object\n  Don't fuck with a bitch from the projects\n\n  Yo man, motherfucking project with a name kinda chill\n  Tell 'em\n  Especially motherfucking ones in Walton South of New LA, boy\n  Don't fuck around with 'em projects boy\n  Rats will whoop your ass (yeah, y'all like that?)\n  (Yo! You see that ho with that man?)\n  Quit that hoe man, I'll buss out and wild\n  Straight up\n"},{"id":11720989,"name":"Once Upon A Time In The Projects","trackName":"Once Upon A Time In The Projects","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"The Greatest Hits","duration":221.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Once upon a time in the projects, yo\nI damn near had to wreck a ho\nI knocked on the door (who is it?)\nIt's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya'\nAnd what's up with the niggas in the parking lot\nShe said, \"Fuck 'em, 'cause they get sparked a lot\"\nI sat on the couch but it wasn't stable\nAnd then I put my Nike's on the coffee table\n\nHer brother came in, he's into gang-bangin'\n'Cause he walked up and said, \"What set you claimin'?\"\nI don't bang, I write the good rhymes\nThe whole scenery reminded me of Good Times\nI don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\nBy a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up\nHe threw up a set and then he was gone\nI'm thinkin' to myself, won't this bitch bring her ass on?\n\nHer mother came in with a joint in her mouth\nAnd fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\nShe said, \"Please excuse my house,\" and all that\nI said, \"Yeah\" 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\nLookin' at a fucked up black and white\nHer mom's bitchin' cause the county check wasn't right\nShe had another brother that was three years old\nAnd had a bad case of the runny nose\n\nHe asked me who I was, then I had to pause\nIt smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers\nI saw her sister who really needs her ass kicked\nOnly 13 and already pregnant\nI grabbed my 40 out the bag and took a swig\n'Cause I was getting overwhelmed by BeBe Kids\nThey was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin' and tellin'\nAnd look at this young punk bailin'\n\nI heard a knock on the door without the password\nAnd her mom's got the 12 gauge Mossberg\nThe nigga said, \"Yo, what's for sale?\" (Yo, what's for sale, man?)\nAnd the bitch came out with a bag of yayo\nShe made the drop and got the 20 dollars\nFrom a smoked-out fool with ring around the collar\nThe girl I was waiting for came out\nI said, \"Bitch, I didn't know this was a crack house\"\nI got my coat, and suddenly\n\n(Stop, the police, don't move! Freeze! I'll kill ya!)\nThe cop busted in and had a Mac-10 pointed at my dome\nAnd I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\nHe threw me on the carpet and wasn't cuttin' no slack\nJumped on my head and put his knee in my back\nFirst he tried to slap me up, wrap me up, rough me up\nThey couldn't do it so they cuffed me up\nI said, \"fuck, how much abuse can a nigga take\"\n\nHey yo, officer, you're making a big mistake\nSince I had on a shirt that said I was dope\nHe thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case\nHe said, \"Get out my face\" and musta had a grudge\nHis reply, \"Tell that bullshit to the judge\"\nThe girl I was with wasn't sayin' nothin'\nI said, \"Aiyyo bitch, you better tell 'em somethin'\"\nShe started draggin' and all of a sudden\n\nWe all got tossed in the paddy wagon\nNow I beat the rap but that ain't the point\nI had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\nNow the story you heard has one little object\nDon't fuck with a bitch from the projects\n\nYo man, motherfucking project with a name kinda chill\nTell 'em\nEspecially motherfucking ones in Walton South of New LA, boy\nDon't fuck around with 'em projects boy\nRats will whoop your ass (yeah, y'all like that?)\n(Yo! You see that ho with that man?)\nQuit that hoe man, I'll buss out and wild\nStraight up","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.27] Once upon a time in the projects, yo\n[00:04.66] I damn near had to wreck a ho\n[00:07.37] I knocked on the door (who is it?)\n[00:09.86] It's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya'\n[00:12.82] And what's up with the niggas in the parking lot\n[00:16.01] She said, \"Fuck 'em, 'cause they get sparked a lot\"\n[00:19.05] I sat on the couch but it wasn't stable\n[00:22.24] And then I put my Nike's on the coffee table\n[00:25.58] Her brother came in, he's into gang-bangin'\n[00:28.45] 'Cause he walked up and said, \"What set you claimin'?\"\n[00:31.79] I don't bang, I write the good rhymes\n[00:34.63] The whole scenery reminded me of Good Times\n[00:37.99] I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\n[00:40.83] By a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up\n[00:43.98] He threw up a set and then he was gone\n[00:46.95] I'm thinkin' to myself, won't this bitch bring her ass on?\n[00:50.33] Her mother came in with a joint in her mouth\n[00:53.67] And fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\n[00:56.77] She said, \"Please excuse my house,\" and all that\n[00:59.55] I said, \"Yeah\" 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\n[01:02.96] Lookin' at a fucked up black and white\n[01:05.86] Her mom's bitchin' cause the county check wasn't right\n[01:09.15] She had another brother that was three years old\n[01:12.06] And had a bad case of the runny nose\n[01:15.53] He asked me who I was, then I had to pause\n[01:18.40] It smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers\n[01:21.23] I saw her sister who really needs her ass kicked\n[01:24.45] Only 13 and already pregnant\n[01:27.74] I grabbed my 40 out the bag and took a swig\n[01:30.88] 'Cause I was getting overwhelmed by BeBe Kids\n[01:33.13] They was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin' and tellin'\n[01:37.32] And look at this young punk bailin'\n[01:40.04] I heard a knock on the door without the password\n[01:43.40] And her mom's got the 12 gauge Mossberg\n[01:46.38] The nigga said, \"Yo, what's for sale?\" (Yo, what's for sale, man?)\n[01:49.47] And the bitch came out with a bag of yayo\n[01:52.72] She made the drop and got the 20 dollars\n[01:55.43] From a smoked-out fool with ring around the collar\n[01:58.62] The girl I was waiting for came out\n[02:01.41] I said, \"Bitch, I didn't know this was a crack house\"\n[02:04.39] I got my coat, and suddenly\n[02:07.41] (Stop, the police, don't move! Freeze! I'll kill ya!)\n[02:10.73] The cop busted in and had a Mac-10 pointed at my dome\n[02:14.47] And I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\n[02:17.55] He threw me on the carpet and wasn't cuttin' no slack\n[02:21.02] Jumped on my head and put his knee in my back\n[02:24.02] First he tried to slap me up, wrap me up, rough me up\n[02:27.58] They couldn't do it so they cuffed me up\n[02:29.79] I said, \"fuck, how much abuse can a nigga take\"\n[02:33.00] Hey yo, officer, you're making a big mistake\n[02:36.13] Since I had on a shirt that said I was dope\n[02:39.06] He thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case\n[02:42.27] He said, \"Get out my face\" and musta had a grudge\n[02:45.29] His reply, \"Tell that bullshit to the judge\"\n[02:48.72] The girl I was with wasn't sayin' nothin'\n[02:51.68] I said, \"Aiyyo bitch, you better tell 'em somethin'\"\n[02:54.78] She started draggin' and all of a sudden\n[02:57.36] We all got tossed in the paddy wagon\n[03:00.43] Now I beat the rap but that ain't the point\n[03:03.73] I had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\n[03:07.34] Now the story you heard has one little object\n[03:10.57] Don't fuck with a bitch from the projects\n[03:13.45] Yo man, motherfucking project with a name kinda chill\n[03:16.49] Tell 'em\n[03:18.78] Especially motherfucking ones in Walton South of New LA, boy\n[03:22.53] Don't fuck around with 'em projects boy\n[03:25.06] Rats will whoop your ass (yeah, y'all like that?)\n[03:31.80] (Yo! You see that ho with that man?)\n[03:34.27] Quit that hoe man, I'll buss out and wild\n[03:37.38] Straight up\n[03:38.00] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Once Upon A Time In The Projects\n  artist: Ice Cube\n  album: The Greatest Hits\n  duration_ms: 221000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Once upon a time in the projects, yo\n  start_ms: 270\n  end_ms: 4660\n- text: I damn near had to wreck a ho\n  start_ms: 4660\n  end_ms: 7370\n- text: I knocked on the door (who is it?)\n  start_ms: 7370\n  end_ms: 9860\n- text: It's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya'\n  start_ms: 9860\n  end_ms: 12820\n- text: And what's up with the niggas in the parking lot\n  start_ms: 12820\n  end_ms: 16010\n- text: She said, \"Fuck 'em, 'cause they get sparked a lot\"\n  start_ms: 16010\n  end_ms: 19050\n- text: I sat on the couch but it wasn't stable\n  start_ms: 19050\n  end_ms: 22240\n- text: And then I put my Nike's on the coffee table\n  start_ms: 22240\n  end_ms: 25580\n- text: Her brother came in, he's into gang-bangin'\n  start_ms: 25580\n  end_ms: 28450\n- text: '''Cause he walked up and said, \"What set you claimin''?\"'\n  start_ms: 28450\n  end_ms: 31790\n- text: I don't bang, I write the good rhymes\n  start_ms: 31790\n  end_ms: 34630\n- text: The whole scenery reminded me of Good Times\n  start_ms: 34630\n  end_ms: 37990\n- text: I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\n  start_ms: 37990\n  end_ms: 40830\n- text: By a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up\n  start_ms: 40830\n  end_ms: 43980\n- text: He threw up a set and then he was gone\n  start_ms: 43980\n  end_ms: 46950\n- text: I'm thinkin' to myself, won't this bitch bring her ass on?\n  start_ms: 46950\n  end_ms: 50330\n- text: Her mother came in with a joint in her mouth\n  start_ms: 50330\n  end_ms: 53670\n- text: And fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\n  start_ms: 53670\n  end_ms: 56770\n- text: She said, \"Please excuse my house,\" and all that\n  start_ms: 56770\n  end_ms: 59550\n- text: I said, \"Yeah\" 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\n  start_ms: 59550\n  end_ms: 62960\n- text: Lookin' at a fucked up black and white\n  start_ms: 62960\n  end_ms: 65860\n- text: Her mom's bitchin' cause the county check wasn't right\n  start_ms: 65860\n  end_ms: 69150\n- text: She had another brother that was three years old\n  start_ms: 69150\n  end_ms: 72060\n- text: And had a bad case of the runny nose\n  start_ms: 72060\n  end_ms: 75530\n- text: He asked me who I was, then I had to pause\n  start_ms: 75530\n  end_ms: 78400\n- text: It smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers\n  start_ms: 78400\n  end_ms: 81230\n- text: I saw her sister who really needs her ass kicked\n  start_ms: 81230\n  end_ms: 84450\n- text: Only 13 and already pregnant\n  start_ms: 84450\n  end_ms: 87740\n- text: I grabbed my 40 out the bag and took a swig\n  start_ms: 87740\n  end_ms: 90880\n- text: '''Cause I was getting overwhelmed by BeBe Kids'\n  start_ms: 90880\n  end_ms: 93130\n- text: They was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin' and tellin'\n  start_ms: 93130\n  end_ms: 97320\n- text: And look at this young punk bailin'\n  start_ms: 97320\n  end_ms: 100040\n- text: I heard a knock on the door without the password\n  start_ms: 100040\n  end_ms: 103400\n- text: And her mom's got the 12 gauge Mossberg\n  start_ms: 103400\n  end_ms: 106380\n- text: The nigga said, \"Yo, what's for sale?\" (Yo, what's for sale, man?)\n  start_ms: 106380\n  end_ms: 109470\n- text: And the bitch came out with a bag of yayo\n  start_ms: 109470\n  end_ms: 112720\n- text: She made the drop and got the 20 dollars\n  start_ms: 112720\n  end_ms: 115430\n- text: From a smoked-out fool with ring around the collar\n  start_ms: 115430\n  end_ms: 118620\n- text: The girl I was waiting for came out\n  start_ms: 118620\n  end_ms: 121410\n- text: I said, \"Bitch, I didn't know this was a crack house\"\n  start_ms: 121410\n  end_ms: 124390\n- text: I got my coat, and suddenly\n  start_ms: 124390\n  end_ms: 127410\n- text: (Stop, the police, don't move! Freeze! I'll kill ya!)\n  start_ms: 127410\n  end_ms: 130730\n- text: The cop busted in and had a Mac-10 pointed at my dome\n  start_ms: 130730\n  end_ms: 134470\n- text: And I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\n  start_ms: 134470\n  end_ms: 137550\n- text: He threw me on the carpet and wasn't cuttin' no slack\n  start_ms: 137550\n  end_ms: 141020\n- text: Jumped on my head and put his knee in my back\n  start_ms: 141020\n  end_ms: 144020\n- text: First he tried to slap me up, wrap me up, rough me up\n  start_ms: 144020\n  end_ms: 147580\n- text: They couldn't do it so they cuffed me up\n  start_ms: 147580\n  end_ms: 149790\n- text: I said, \"fuck, how much abuse can a nigga take\"\n  start_ms: 149790\n  end_ms: 153000\n- text: Hey yo, officer, you're making a big mistake\n  start_ms: 153000\n  end_ms: 156130\n- text: Since I had on a shirt that said I was dope\n  start_ms: 156130\n  end_ms: 159060\n- text: He thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case\n  start_ms: 159060\n  end_ms: 162270\n- text: He said, \"Get out my face\" and musta had a grudge\n  start_ms: 162270\n  end_ms: 165290\n- text: His reply, \"Tell that bullshit to the judge\"\n  start_ms: 165290\n  end_ms: 168720\n- text: The girl I was with wasn't sayin' nothin'\n  start_ms: 168720\n  end_ms: 171680\n- text: I said, \"Aiyyo bitch, you better tell 'em somethin'\"\n  start_ms: 171680\n  end_ms: 174780\n- text: She started draggin' and all of a sudden\n  start_ms: 174780\n  end_ms: 177360\n- text: We all got tossed in the paddy wagon\n  start_ms: 177360\n  end_ms: 180430\n- text: Now I beat the rap but that ain't the point\n  start_ms: 180430\n  end_ms: 183730\n- text: I had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\n  start_ms: 183730\n  end_ms: 187340\n- text: Now the story you heard has one little object\n  start_ms: 187340\n  end_ms: 190570\n- text: Don't fuck with a bitch from the projects\n  start_ms: 190570\n  end_ms: 193450\n- text: Yo man, motherfucking project with a name kinda chill\n  start_ms: 193450\n  end_ms: 196490\n- text: Tell 'em\n  start_ms: 196490\n  end_ms: 198780\n- text: Especially motherfucking ones in Walton South of New LA, boy\n  start_ms: 198780\n  end_ms: 202530\n- text: Don't fuck around with 'em projects boy\n  start_ms: 202530\n  end_ms: 205060\n- text: Rats will whoop your ass (yeah, y'all like that?)\n  start_ms: 205060\n  end_ms: 211800\n- text: (Yo! You see that ho with that man?)\n  start_ms: 211800\n  end_ms: 214270\n- text: Quit that hoe man, I'll buss out and wild\n  start_ms: 214270\n  end_ms: 217380\n- text: Straight up\n  start_ms: 217380\n  end_ms: 218000\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 218000\nplain: |-\n  Once upon a time in the projects, yo\n  I damn near had to wreck a ho\n  I knocked on the door (who is it?)\n  It's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya'\n  And what's up with the niggas in the parking lot\n  She said, \"Fuck 'em, 'cause they get sparked a lot\"\n  I sat on the couch but it wasn't stable\n  And then I put my Nike's on the coffee table\n\n  Her brother came in, he's into gang-bangin'\n  'Cause he walked up and said, \"What set you claimin'?\"\n  I don't bang, I write the good rhymes\n  The whole scenery reminded me of Good Times\n  I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\n  By a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up\n  He threw up a set and then he was gone\n  I'm thinkin' to myself, won't this bitch bring her ass on?\n\n  Her mother came in with a joint in her mouth\n  And fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\n  She said, \"Please excuse my house,\" and all that\n  I said, \"Yeah\" 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\n  Lookin' at a fucked up black and white\n  Her mom's bitchin' cause the county check wasn't right\n  She had another brother that was three years old\n  And had a bad case of the runny nose\n\n  He asked me who I was, then I had to pause\n  It smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers\n  I saw her sister who really needs her ass kicked\n  Only 13 and already pregnant\n  I grabbed my 40 out the bag and took a swig\n  'Cause I was getting overwhelmed by BeBe Kids\n  They was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin' and tellin'\n  And look at this young punk bailin'\n\n  I heard a knock on the door without the password\n  And her mom's got the 12 gauge Mossberg\n  The nigga said, \"Yo, what's for sale?\" (Yo, what's for sale, man?)\n  And the bitch came out with a bag of yayo\n  She made the drop and got the 20 dollars\n  From a smoked-out fool with ring around the collar\n  The girl I was waiting for came out\n  I said, \"Bitch, I didn't know this was a crack house\"\n  I got my coat, and suddenly\n\n  (Stop, the police, don't move! Freeze! I'll kill ya!)\n  The cop busted in and had a Mac-10 pointed at my dome\n  And I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\n  He threw me on the carpet and wasn't cuttin' no slack\n  Jumped on my head and put his knee in my back\n  First he tried to slap me up, wrap me up, rough me up\n  They couldn't do it so they cuffed me up\n  I said, \"fuck, how much abuse can a nigga take\"\n\n  Hey yo, officer, you're making a big mistake\n  Since I had on a shirt that said I was dope\n  He thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case\n  He said, \"Get out my face\" and musta had a grudge\n  His reply, \"Tell that bullshit to the judge\"\n  The girl I was with wasn't sayin' nothin'\n  I said, \"Aiyyo bitch, you better tell 'em somethin'\"\n  She started draggin' and all of a sudden\n\n  We all got tossed in the paddy wagon\n  Now I beat the rap but that ain't the point\n  I had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\n  Now the story you heard has one little object\n  Don't fuck with a bitch from the projects\n\n  Yo man, motherfucking project with a name kinda chill\n  Tell 'em\n  Especially motherfucking ones in Walton South of New LA, boy\n  Don't fuck around with 'em projects boy\n  Rats will whoop your ass (yeah, y'all like that?)\n  (Yo! You see that ho with that man?)\n  Quit that hoe man, I'll buss out and wild\n  Straight up\n"},{"id":20214562,"name":"Once Upon A Time In The Projects","trackName":"Once Upon A Time In The Projects","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"The Collection (Presented By Dj Babe)","duration":184.9469389,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Once upon a time in the projects, yo\nI damn near had to wreck a hoe\nI knocked on the door, \"Who is it?\"\nIt's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya\nAnd what's up with them brothers in the parking lot\nShe called 'em suckas, 'cause they smoke crack a lot\nI sat on the couch, but it wasn't stable\nAnd then I put my Nikes on the coffee table\nHer brother came in, he's into gang bangin'\n'Cause he walked up and said \"What set you claimin'?\"\n\nI don't bang, I write the good rhymes\nThe whole scenery reminded me of Good Times\nI don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\nBy a young punk, that needs to pull his pants up\nHe threw up his set, then he was gone\nI'm thinkin' to myself, won't this girl bring her butt on?\nHer mother came in with a joint in her mouth\nAnd fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\nShe said, \"Please excuse my house\", and all that\nI said \"yeah,\" 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\n\nLookin' at a jacked-up black and white\nHer mom's fussin' 'cause the county check wasn't right\nShe had another brother that was three years old\nThat had a bad case of the runny nose\nHe asked me who I was, then I had to pause\nIt smelled like he took a dump in his little drawers\nI saw her sister, who really needs her butt kicked\nOnly thirteen, and already pregnant\nI grabbed my forty out the bag, and took a swig\n'Cause I was getting overwhelmed, by BeBe Kids\n\nThey was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin' and tellin'\nAnd look at this young punk bailin'\nI heard a knock on the door without the password\nAnd her moms got the twelve gauge Mossberg\nThe brother said \"Yo, what's for sale?\"\nAnd her moms came out with a bag of yayo\nShe made the drop, and got the twenty dollars\nFrom a smoked-out fool with ring around the collar\nThe girl I was waitin' for came out\nI said, \"Girl, I didn't know this was a crack house\"\n\nI grabbed my coat, and suddenly\n\"Stop, the police, don't move! Freeze! Or I'll kill ya!\"\n\nThe cop busted in I had a Mac-10 pointed at my dome\nAnd I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\nHe threw me on the carpet, and wasn't cuttin' no slack\nJumped on my head and put his knee in my back\nFirst he tried to wrap me up, slap me up, rough me up\nThey couldn't do it so they cuffed me up\nI said, \"damn, how much abuse can a brotha take\"\n'Ey yo officer, you're making a big mistake\nSince I had on a shirt that said I was dope\nHe thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case\n\nHe said, \"get out my face\" and musta had a grudge\nHis reply, \"tell that sad story to the judge\"\nThe girl I was wit' wasn't sayin' nothin'\nI said \"'Ey Miss Thang you better tell him somethin'\"\nShe started draggin' and all of a sudden\nWe all got tossed in a paddy wagon\nNow I beat the rap, but that ain't the point\nI had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\nNow the story you heard has one little object\nDon't get wit' a girl from the projects\n\nYo man, them projects ain't no joke Loc, I'm tellin' you\nEspecially the ones in Watts and South Central L.A. boy\nDon't mess around those projects\nThe rats will get with your punk brown\nYeah, you know it\nI wanna say what's up to my boy Sir Jinx for hookin' up the track\nYou know what I'm sayin'?\nThis goes out to the Lench Mob\nWe'll be lynchin'","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Once Upon A Time In The Projects\n  artist: Ice Cube\n  album: The Collection (Presented By Dj Babe)\n  duration_ms: 184947\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Once upon a time in the projects, yo\n  I damn near had to wreck a hoe\n  I knocked on the door, \"Who is it?\"\n  It's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya\n  And what's up with them brothers in the parking lot\n  She called 'em suckas, 'cause they smoke crack a lot\n  I sat on the couch, but it wasn't stable\n  And then I put my Nikes on the coffee table\n  Her brother came in, he's into gang bangin'\n  'Cause he walked up and said \"What set you claimin'?\"\n\n  I don't bang, I write the good rhymes\n  The whole scenery reminded me of Good Times\n  I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\n  By a young punk, that needs to pull his pants up\n  He threw up his set, then he was gone\n  I'm thinkin' to myself, won't this girl bring her butt on?\n  Her mother came in with a joint in her mouth\n  And fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\n  She said, \"Please excuse my house\", and all that\n  I said \"yeah,\" 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\n\n  Lookin' at a jacked-up black and white\n  Her mom's fussin' 'cause the county check wasn't right\n  She had another brother that was three years old\n  That had a bad case of the runny nose\n  He asked me who I was, then I had to pause\n  It smelled like he took a dump in his little drawers\n  I saw her sister, who really needs her butt kicked\n  Only thirteen, and already pregnant\n  I grabbed my forty out the bag, and took a swig\n  'Cause I was getting overwhelmed, by BeBe Kids\n\n  They was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin' and tellin'\n  And look at this young punk bailin'\n  I heard a knock on the door without the password\n  And her moms got the twelve gauge Mossberg\n  The brother said \"Yo, what's for sale?\"\n  And her moms came out with a bag of yayo\n  She made the drop, and got the twenty dollars\n  From a smoked-out fool with ring around the collar\n  The girl I was waitin' for came out\n  I said, \"Girl, I didn't know this was a crack house\"\n\n  I grabbed my coat, and suddenly\n  \"Stop, the police, don't move! Freeze! Or I'll kill ya!\"\n\n  The cop busted in I had a Mac-10 pointed at my dome\n  And I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\n  He threw me on the carpet, and wasn't cuttin' no slack\n  Jumped on my head and put his knee in my back\n  First he tried to wrap me up, slap me up, rough me up\n  They couldn't do it so they cuffed me up\n  I said, \"damn, how much abuse can a brotha take\"\n  'Ey yo officer, you're making a big mistake\n  Since I had on a shirt that said I was dope\n  He thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case\n\n  He said, \"get out my face\" and musta had a grudge\n  His reply, \"tell that sad story to the judge\"\n  The girl I was wit' wasn't sayin' nothin'\n  I said \"'Ey Miss Thang you better tell him somethin'\"\n  She started draggin' and all of a sudden\n  We all got tossed in a paddy wagon\n  Now I beat the rap, but that ain't the point\n  I had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\n  Now the story you heard has one little object\n  Don't get wit' a girl from the projects\n\n  Yo man, them projects ain't no joke Loc, I'm tellin' you\n  Especially the ones in Watts and South Central L.A. boy\n  Don't mess around those projects\n  The rats will get with your punk brown\n  Yeah, you know it\n  I wanna say what's up to my boy Sir Jinx for hookin' up the track\n  You know what I'm sayin'?\n  This goes out to the Lench Mob\n  We'll be lynchin'\n"},{"id":1033137,"name":"Once Upon A Time In The Projects","trackName":"Once Upon A Time In The Projects","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted","duration":247.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Once upon a time in the projects, yo\nI damn near had to wreck a ho\nI knocked on the door (Who is it?)\n\"It's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya\"\n\"And what's up with the niggas in the parking lot?\"\nShe said \"Fuck 'em, 'cause they get sparked a lot\"\nI sat on the couch, but it wasn't stable\nAnd then I put my Nikes on the coffee table\nHer brother came in, he's into gangbangin'\n'Cause he walked up and said, \"What set you claimin'?\"\nI don't bang, I write the good rhymes\nThe whole scenery reminded me of good times\nI don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\nBy a young nigga that need to pull his pants up\nHe threw up a set and then he was gone\nI'm thinkin' to myself, \"Won't this bitch bring her ass on?\"\nHer mother came in with a joint in her mouth\nAnd fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\nShe said, \"Please excuse my house and all that\"\nI said, \"Yeah, 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\"\nLookin' at a fucked up black and white\nHer mom's bitchin', 'cause the county check wasn't right\nShe had another brother that was three years old\nAnd had a bad case of the runny nose\nHe asked me who I was, then I had to pause\nIt smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers\nI saw her sister, who really needs her ass kicked\nOnly thirteen and already pregnant\nI grabbed my forty out the bag and took a swig\n'Cause I was getting overwhelmed by Bebe Kids\nThey was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin'\nAnd tellin' and look at this young punk bailin'\nI heard a knock on the door without the password\nAnd her mom's got the twelve gauge Mossberg\nThe nigga said, \"Yo, what's for sale?\"\nAnd the bitch came out with a bag of yeyo\nShe made the drop and got the twenty dollars\nFrom a smoked out fool with ring around the collar\nThe girl I was waiting for came out\nI said \"Bitch, I didn't know this was a crack house!\"\nI got my coat and suddenly\n(Stop! The police, don't move, freeze or I'll kill ya!)\nThe cop busted in, I had a MAC-10 pointed at my dome\nAnd I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\nHe threw me on the carpet and wasn't cuttin' no slack\nJumped on my head and put his knee in my back\nFirst he tried to slap me up, wrap me up, rough me up\nThey couldn't do it, so they cuffed me up\nI said \"Fuck!\" How much abuse can a nigga take?\n\"Ayo officer, you're making a big mistake\"\nSince I had on a shirt that said I was \"dope\"\nHe thought I was selling base, they couldn't hear my case\nHe said, \"Get out my face,\" and must have had a grudge\nHis reply, tell that bullshit to the judge\nThe girl I was with wasn't sayin' nothin'\nI said \"Ayo bitch, you better tell 'em somethin'\"\nShe started draggin' and all of a sudden\nWe all got tossed in the paddy wagon\nNow I beat the rap, but that ain't the point\nI had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\nNow the story you heard has one little object\nDon't fuck with a bitch from the projects\n(I tell you man, these mother fuckin' projects man, ain't no joke, man, I'm telling you)\n(Especially them motherfuckin' ones in Watts, in South Central L.A., boy)\n(You don't fuck around with them projects, boy)\n(The rat's will whoop yo ass)\n(Yo, yo, you see that ho over there man?)\n(Look at that ho over there, man, I'll bust that ho out, straight up)\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.72] Once upon a time in the projects, yo\n[00:16.82] I damn near had to wreck a ho\n[00:19.56] I knocked on the door (Who is it?)\n[00:22.27] \"It's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya\"\n[00:25.45] \"And what's up with the niggas in the parking lot?\"\n[00:28.48] She said \"Fuck 'em, 'cause they get sparked a lot\"\n[00:32.02] I sat on the couch, but it wasn't stable\n[00:35.19] And then I put my Nikes on the coffee table\n[00:38.24] Her brother came in, he's into gangbangin'\n[00:40.88] 'Cause he walked up and said, \"What set you claimin'?\"\n[00:44.51] I don't bang, I write the good rhymes\n[00:47.21] The whole scenery reminded me of good times\n[00:50.27] I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\n[00:53.24] By a young nigga that need to pull his pants up\n[00:56.89] He threw up a set and then he was gone\n[00:59.42] I'm thinkin' to myself, \"Won't this bitch bring her ass on?\"\n[01:03.15] Her mother came in with a joint in her mouth\n[01:06.30] And fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\n[01:09.09] She said, \"Please excuse my house and all that\"\n[01:12.09] I said, \"Yeah, 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\"\n[01:15.83] Lookin' at a fucked up black and white\n[01:18.32] Her mom's bitchin', 'cause the county check wasn't right\n[01:21.74] She had another brother that was three years old\n[01:24.87] And had a bad case of the runny nose\n[01:27.95] He asked me who I was, then I had to pause\n[01:30.79] It smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers\n[01:33.92] I saw her sister, who really needs her ass kicked\n[01:36.91] Only thirteen and already pregnant\n[01:40.11] I grabbed my forty out the bag and took a swig\n[01:43.16] 'Cause I was getting overwhelmed by Bebe Kids\n[01:46.53] They was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin'\n[01:49.23] And tellin' and look at this young punk bailin'\n[01:52.54] I heard a knock on the door without the password\n[01:55.83] And her mom's got the twelve gauge Mossberg\n[01:58.82] The nigga said, \"Yo, what's for sale?\"\n[02:02.08] And the bitch came out with a bag of yeyo\n[02:05.35] She made the drop and got the twenty dollars\n[02:08.10] From a smoked out fool with ring around the collar\n[02:10.94] The girl I was waiting for came out\n[02:13.57] I said \"Bitch, I didn't know this was a crack house!\"\n[02:16.64] I got my coat and suddenly\n[02:19.78] (Stop! The police, don't move, freeze or I'll kill ya!)\n[02:23.27] The cop busted in, I had a MAC-10 pointed at my dome\n[02:27.08] And I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\n[02:30.34] He threw me on the carpet and wasn't cuttin' no slack\n[02:33.58] Jumped on my head and put his knee in my back\n[02:36.61] First he tried to slap me up, wrap me up, rough me up\n[02:40.07] They couldn't do it, so they cuffed me up\n[02:42.32] I said \"Fuck!\" How much abuse can a nigga take?\n[02:45.48] \"Ayo officer, you're making a big mistake\"\n[02:48.67] Since I had on a shirt that said I was \"dope\"\n[02:51.68] He thought I was selling base, they couldn't hear my case\n[02:54.86] He said, \"Get out my face,\" and must have had a grudge\n[02:57.96] His reply, tell that bullshit to the judge\n[03:01.42] The girl I was with wasn't sayin' nothin'\n[03:04.07] I said \"Ayo bitch, you better tell 'em somethin'\"\n[03:07.28] She started draggin' and all of a sudden\n[03:10.00] We all got tossed in the paddy wagon\n[03:12.79] Now I beat the rap, but that ain't the point\n[03:16.52] I had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\n[03:19.79] Now the story you heard has one little object\n[03:23.01] Don't fuck with a bitch from the projects\n[03:25.99] (I tell you man, these mother fuckin' projects man, ain't no joke, man, I'm telling you)\n[03:30.85] (Especially them motherfuckin' ones in Watts, in South Central L.A., boy)\n[03:34.68] (You don't fuck around with them projects, boy)\n[03:37.30] (The rat's will whoop yo ass)\n[03:44.09] (Yo, yo, you see that ho over there man?)\n[03:47.12] (Look at that ho over there, man, I'll bust that ho out, straight up)\n[03:50.52]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Once Upon A Time In The Projects\n  artist: Ice Cube\n  album: AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted\n  duration_ms: 247000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Once upon a time in the projects, yo\n  start_ms: 12720\n  end_ms: 16820\n- text: I damn near had to wreck a ho\n  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The police, don't move, freeze or I'll kill ya!)\n  The cop busted in, I had a MAC-10 pointed at my dome\n  And I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\n  He threw me on the carpet and wasn't cuttin' no slack\n  Jumped on my head and put his knee in my back\n  First he tried to slap me up, wrap me up, rough me up\n  They couldn't do it, so they cuffed me up\n  I said \"Fuck!\" How much abuse can a nigga take?\n  \"Ayo officer, you're making a big mistake\"\n  Since I had on a shirt that said I was \"dope\"\n  He thought I was selling base, they couldn't hear my case\n  He said, \"Get out my face,\" and must have had a grudge\n  His reply, tell that bullshit to the judge\n  The girl I was with wasn't sayin' nothin'\n  I said \"Ayo bitch, you better tell 'em somethin'\"\n  She started draggin' and all of a sudden\n  We all got tossed in the paddy wagon\n  Now I beat the rap, but that ain't the point\n  I had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\n  Now the story you heard has one little object\n  Don't fuck with a bitch from the projects\n  (I tell you man, these mother fuckin' projects man, ain't no joke, man, I'm telling you)\n  (Especially them motherfuckin' ones in Watts, in South Central L.A., boy)\n  (You don't fuck around with them projects, boy)\n  (The rat's will whoop yo ass)\n  (Yo, yo, you see that ho over there man?)\n  (Look at that ho over there, man, I'll bust that ho out, straight up)\n"},{"id":9189511,"name":"Once Upon a Time in the Projects","trackName":"Once Upon a Time in the Projects","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"Greatest Hits","duration":221.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Once upon a time in the projects, yo\nI damn near had to wreck a ho\nI knocked on the door (who is it?)\nIt's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya'\nAnd what's up with the niggas in the parking lot\nShe said, \"Fuck 'em, 'cause they get sparked a lot\"\nI sat on the couch but it wasn't stable\nAnd then I put my Nike's on the coffee table\n\nHer brother came in, he's into gang-bangin'\n'Cause he walked up and said, \"What set you claimin'?\"\nI don't bang, I write the good rhymes\nThe whole scenery reminded me of Good Times\nI don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\nBy a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up\nHe threw up a set and then he was gone\nI'm thinkin' to myself, won't this bitch bring her ass on?\n\nHer mother came in with a joint in her mouth\nAnd fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\nShe said, \"Please excuse my house,\" and all that\nI said, \"Yeah\" 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\nLookin' at a fucked up black and white\nHer mom's bitchin' cause the county check wasn't right\nShe had another brother that was three years old\nAnd had a bad case of the runny nose\n\nHe asked me who I was, then I had to pause\nIt smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers\nI saw her sister who really needs her ass kicked\nOnly 13 and already pregnant\nI grabbed my 40 out the bag and took a swig\n'Cause I was getting overwhelmed by BeBe Kids\nThey was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin' and tellin'\nAnd look at this young punk bailin'\n\nI heard a knock on the door without the password\nAnd her mom's got the 12 gauge Mossberg\nThe nigga said, \"Yo, what's for sale?\" (Yo, what's for sale, man?)\nAnd the bitch came out with a bag of yayo\nShe made the drop and got the 20 dollars\nFrom a smoked-out fool with ring around the collar\nThe girl I was waiting for came out\nI said, \"Bitch, I didn't know this was a crack house\"\nI got my coat, and suddenly\n\n(Stop, the police, don't move! Freeze! I'll kill ya!)\nThe cop busted in and had a Mac-10 pointed at my dome\nAnd I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\nHe threw me on the carpet and wasn't cuttin' no slack\nJumped on my head and put his knee in my back\nFirst he tried to slap me up, wrap me up, rough me up\nThey couldn't do it so they cuffed me up\nI said, \"fuck, how much abuse can a nigga take\"\n\nHey yo, officer, you're making a big mistake\nSince I had on a shirt that said I was dope\nHe thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case\nHe said, \"Get out my face\" and musta had a grudge\nHis reply, \"Tell that bullshit to the judge\"\nThe girl I was with wasn't sayin' nothin'\nI said, \"Aiyyo bitch, you better tell 'em somethin'\"\nShe started draggin' and all of a sudden\n\nWe all got tossed in the paddy wagon\nNow I beat the rap but that ain't the point\nI had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\nNow the story you heard has one little object\nDon't fuck with a bitch from the projects\n\nYo man, motherfucking project with a name kinda chill\nTell 'em\nEspecially motherfucking ones in Walton South of New LA, boy\nDon't fuck around with 'em projects boy\nRats will whoop your ass (yeah, y'all like that?)\n(Yo! You see that ho with that man?)\nQuit that hoe man, I'll buss out and wild\nStraight up","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.27] Once upon a time in the projects, yo\n[00:04.66] I damn near had to wreck a ho\n[00:07.37] I knocked on the door (who is it?)\n[00:09.86] It's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya'\n[00:12.82] And what's up with the niggas in the parking lot\n[00:16.01] She said, \"Fuck 'em, 'cause they get sparked a lot\"\n[00:19.05] I sat on the couch but it wasn't stable\n[00:22.24] And then I put my Nike's on the coffee table\n[00:25.58] Her brother came in, he's into gang-bangin'\n[00:28.45] 'Cause he walked up and said, \"What set you claimin'?\"\n[00:31.79] I don't bang, I write the good rhymes\n[00:34.63] The whole scenery reminded me of Good Times\n[00:37.99] I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\n[00:40.83] By a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up\n[00:43.98] He threw up a set and then he was gone\n[00:46.95] I'm thinkin' to myself, won't this bitch bring her ass on?\n[00:50.33] Her mother came in with a joint in her mouth\n[00:53.67] And fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\n[00:56.77] She said, \"Please excuse my house,\" and all that\n[00:59.55] I said, \"Yeah\" 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\n[01:02.96] Lookin' at a fucked up black and white\n[01:05.86] Her mom's bitchin' cause the county check wasn't right\n[01:09.15] She had another brother that was three years old\n[01:12.06] And had a bad case of the runny nose\n[01:15.53] He asked me who I was, then I had to pause\n[01:18.40] It smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers\n[01:21.23] I saw her sister who really needs her ass kicked\n[01:24.45] Only 13 and already pregnant\n[01:27.74] I grabbed my 40 out the bag and took a swig\n[01:30.88] 'Cause I was getting overwhelmed by BeBe Kids\n[01:33.13] They was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin' and tellin'\n[01:37.32] And look at this young punk bailin'\n[01:40.04] I heard a knock on the door without the password\n[01:43.40] And her mom's got the 12 gauge Mossberg\n[01:46.38] The nigga said, \"Yo, what's for sale?\" (Yo, what's for sale, man?)\n[01:49.47] And the bitch came out with a bag of yayo\n[01:52.72] She made the drop and got the 20 dollars\n[01:55.43] From a smoked-out fool with ring around the collar\n[01:58.62] The girl I was waiting for came out\n[02:01.41] I said, \"Bitch, I didn't know this was a crack house\"\n[02:04.39] I got my coat, and suddenly\n[02:07.41] (Stop, the police, don't move! Freeze! I'll kill ya!)\n[02:10.73] The cop busted in and had a Mac-10 pointed at my dome\n[02:14.47] And I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\n[02:17.55] He threw me on the carpet and wasn't cuttin' no slack\n[02:21.02] Jumped on my head and put his knee in my back\n[02:24.02] First he tried to slap me up, wrap me up, rough me up\n[02:27.58] They couldn't do it so they cuffed me up\n[02:29.79] I said, \"fuck, how much abuse can a nigga take\"\n[02:33.00] Hey yo, officer, you're making a big mistake\n[02:36.13] Since I had on a shirt that said I was dope\n[02:39.06] He thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case\n[02:42.27] He said, \"Get out my face\" and musta had a grudge\n[02:45.29] His reply, \"Tell that bullshit to the judge\"\n[02:48.72] The girl I was with wasn't sayin' nothin'\n[02:51.68] I said, \"Aiyyo bitch, you better tell 'em somethin'\"\n[02:54.78] She started draggin' and all of a sudden\n[02:57.36] We all got tossed in the paddy wagon\n[03:00.43] Now I beat the rap but that ain't the point\n[03:03.73] I had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\n[03:07.34] Now the story you heard has one little object\n[03:10.57] Don't fuck with a bitch from the projects\n[03:13.45] Yo man, motherfucking project with a name kinda chill\n[03:16.49] Tell 'em\n[03:18.78] Especially motherfucking ones in Walton South of New LA, boy\n[03:22.53] Don't fuck around with 'em projects boy\n[03:25.06] Rats will whoop your ass (yeah, y'all like that?)\n[03:31.80] (Yo! You see that ho with that man?)\n[03:34.27] Quit that hoe man, I'll buss out and wild\n[03:37.38] Straight up\n[03:38.00] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Once Upon a Time in the Projects\n  artist: Ice Cube\n  album: Greatest Hits\n  duration_ms: 221000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Once upon a time in the projects, yo\n  start_ms: 270\n  end_ms: 4660\n- text: I damn near had to wreck a ho\n  start_ms: 4660\n  end_ms: 7370\n- text: I knocked on the door (who is it?)\n  start_ms: 7370\n  end_ms: 9860\n- text: It's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya'\n  start_ms: 9860\n  end_ms: 12820\n- text: And what's up with the niggas in the parking lot\n  start_ms: 12820\n  end_ms: 16010\n- text: She said, \"Fuck 'em, 'cause they get sparked a lot\"\n  start_ms: 16010\n  end_ms: 19050\n- text: I sat on the couch but it wasn't stable\n  start_ms: 19050\n  end_ms: 22240\n- text: And then I put my Nike's on the coffee table\n  start_ms: 22240\n  end_ms: 25580\n- text: Her brother came in, he's into gang-bangin'\n  start_ms: 25580\n  end_ms: 28450\n- text: '''Cause he walked up and said, \"What set you claimin''?\"'\n  start_ms: 28450\n  end_ms: 31790\n- text: I don't bang, I write the good rhymes\n  start_ms: 31790\n  end_ms: 34630\n- text: The whole scenery reminded me of Good Times\n  start_ms: 34630\n  end_ms: 37990\n- text: I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\n  start_ms: 37990\n  end_ms: 40830\n- text: By a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up\n  start_ms: 40830\n  end_ms: 43980\n- text: He threw up a set and then he was gone\n  start_ms: 43980\n  end_ms: 46950\n- text: I'm thinkin' to myself, won't this bitch bring her ass on?\n  start_ms: 46950\n  end_ms: 50330\n- text: Her mother came in with a joint in her mouth\n  start_ms: 50330\n  end_ms: 53670\n- text: And fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\n  start_ms: 53670\n  end_ms: 56770\n- text: She said, \"Please excuse my house,\" and all that\n  start_ms: 56770\n  end_ms: 59550\n- text: I said, \"Yeah\" 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\n  start_ms: 59550\n  end_ms: 62960\n- text: Lookin' at a fucked up black and white\n  start_ms: 62960\n  end_ms: 65860\n- text: Her mom's bitchin' cause the county check wasn't right\n  start_ms: 65860\n  end_ms: 69150\n- text: She had another brother that was three years old\n  start_ms: 69150\n  end_ms: 72060\n- text: And had a bad case of the runny nose\n  start_ms: 72060\n  end_ms: 75530\n- text: He asked me who I was, then I had to pause\n  start_ms: 75530\n  end_ms: 78400\n- text: It smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers\n  start_ms: 78400\n  end_ms: 81230\n- text: I saw her sister who really needs her ass kicked\n  start_ms: 81230\n  end_ms: 84450\n- text: Only 13 and already pregnant\n  start_ms: 84450\n  end_ms: 87740\n- text: I grabbed my 40 out the bag and took a swig\n  start_ms: 87740\n  end_ms: 90880\n- text: '''Cause I was getting overwhelmed by BeBe Kids'\n  start_ms: 90880\n  end_ms: 93130\n- text: They was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin' and tellin'\n  start_ms: 93130\n  end_ms: 97320\n- text: And look at this young punk bailin'\n  start_ms: 97320\n  end_ms: 100040\n- text: I heard a knock on the door without the password\n  start_ms: 100040\n  end_ms: 103400\n- text: And her mom's got the 12 gauge Mossberg\n  start_ms: 103400\n  end_ms: 106380\n- text: The nigga said, \"Yo, what's for sale?\" (Yo, what's for sale, man?)\n  start_ms: 106380\n  end_ms: 109470\n- text: And the bitch came out with a bag of yayo\n  start_ms: 109470\n  end_ms: 112720\n- text: She made the drop and got the 20 dollars\n  start_ms: 112720\n  end_ms: 115430\n- text: From a smoked-out fool with ring around the collar\n  start_ms: 115430\n  end_ms: 118620\n- text: The girl I was waiting for came out\n  start_ms: 118620\n  end_ms: 121410\n- text: I said, \"Bitch, I didn't know this was a crack house\"\n  start_ms: 121410\n  end_ms: 124390\n- text: I got my coat, and suddenly\n  start_ms: 124390\n  end_ms: 127410\n- text: (Stop, the police, don't move! 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I'll kill ya!)\n  start_ms: 127410\n  end_ms: 130730\n- text: The cop busted in and had a Mac-10 pointed at my dome\n  start_ms: 130730\n  end_ms: 134470\n- text: And I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\n  start_ms: 134470\n  end_ms: 137550\n- text: He threw me on the carpet and wasn't cuttin' no slack\n  start_ms: 137550\n  end_ms: 141020\n- text: Jumped on my head and put his knee in my back\n  start_ms: 141020\n  end_ms: 144020\n- text: First he tried to slap me up, wrap me up, rough me up\n  start_ms: 144020\n  end_ms: 147580\n- text: They couldn't do it so they cuffed me up\n  start_ms: 147580\n  end_ms: 149790\n- text: I said, \"fuck, how much abuse can a nigga take\"\n  start_ms: 149790\n  end_ms: 153000\n- text: Hey yo, officer, you're making a big mistake\n  start_ms: 153000\n  end_ms: 156130\n- text: Since I had on a shirt that said I was dope\n  start_ms: 156130\n  end_ms: 159060\n- text: He thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case\n  start_ms: 159060\n  end_ms: 162270\n- text: He said, \"Get out my face\" and musta had a grudge\n  start_ms: 162270\n  end_ms: 165290\n- text: His reply, \"Tell that bullshit to the judge\"\n  start_ms: 165290\n  end_ms: 168720\n- text: The girl I was with wasn't sayin' nothin'\n  start_ms: 168720\n  end_ms: 171680\n- text: I said, \"Aiyyo bitch, you better tell 'em somethin'\"\n  start_ms: 171680\n  end_ms: 174780\n- text: She started draggin' and all of a sudden\n  start_ms: 174780\n  end_ms: 177360\n- text: We all got tossed in the paddy wagon\n  start_ms: 177360\n  end_ms: 180430\n- text: Now I beat the rap but that ain't the point\n  start_ms: 180430\n  end_ms: 183730\n- text: I had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\n  start_ms: 183730\n  end_ms: 187340\n- text: Now the story you heard has one little object\n  start_ms: 187340\n  end_ms: 190570\n- text: Don't fuck with a bitch from the projects\n  start_ms: 190570\n  end_ms: 193450\n- text: Yo man, motherfucking project with a name kinda chill\n  start_ms: 193450\n  end_ms: 196490\n- text: Tell 'em\n  start_ms: 196490\n  end_ms: 198780\n- text: Especially motherfucking ones in Walton South of New LA, boy\n  start_ms: 198780\n  end_ms: 202530\n- text: Don't fuck around with 'em projects boy\n  start_ms: 202530\n  end_ms: 205060\n- text: Rats will whoop your ass (yeah, y'all like that?)\n  start_ms: 205060\n  end_ms: 211800\n- text: (Yo! You see that ho with that man?)\n  start_ms: 211800\n  end_ms: 214270\n- text: Quit that hoe man, I'll buss out and wild\n  start_ms: 214270\n  end_ms: 217380\n- text: Straight up\n  start_ms: 217380\n  end_ms: 218000\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 218000\nplain: |-\n  Once upon a time in the projects, yo\n  I damn near had to wreck a ho\n  I knocked on the door (who is it?)\n  It's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya'\n  And what's up with the niggas in the parking lot\n  She said, \"Fuck 'em, 'cause they get sparked a lot\"\n  I sat on the couch but it wasn't stable\n  And then I put my Nike's on the coffee table\n\n  Her brother came in, he's into gang-bangin'\n  'Cause he walked up and said, \"What set you claimin'?\"\n  I don't bang, I write the good rhymes\n  The whole scenery reminded me of Good Times\n  I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\n  By a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up\n  He threw up a set and then he was gone\n  I'm thinkin' to myself, won't this bitch bring her ass on?\n\n  Her mother came in with a joint in her mouth\n  And fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\n  She said, \"Please excuse my house,\" and all that\n  I said, \"Yeah\" 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\n  Lookin' at a fucked up black and white\n  Her mom's bitchin' cause the county check wasn't right\n  She had another brother that was three years old\n  And had a bad case of the runny nose\n\n  He asked me who I was, then I had to pause\n  It smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers\n  I saw her sister who really needs her ass kicked\n  Only 13 and already pregnant\n  I grabbed my 40 out the bag and took a swig\n  'Cause I was getting overwhelmed by BeBe Kids\n  They was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin' and tellin'\n  And look at this young punk bailin'\n\n  I heard a knock on the door without the password\n  And her mom's got the 12 gauge Mossberg\n  The nigga said, \"Yo, what's for sale?\" (Yo, what's for sale, man?)\n  And the bitch came out with a bag of yayo\n  She made the drop and got the 20 dollars\n  From a smoked-out fool with ring around the collar\n  The girl I was waiting for came out\n  I said, \"Bitch, I didn't know this was a crack house\"\n  I got my coat, and suddenly\n\n  (Stop, the police, don't move! Freeze! I'll kill ya!)\n  The cop busted in and had a Mac-10 pointed at my dome\n  And I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\n  He threw me on the carpet and wasn't cuttin' no slack\n  Jumped on my head and put his knee in my back\n  First he tried to slap me up, wrap me up, rough me up\n  They couldn't do it so they cuffed me up\n  I said, \"fuck, how much abuse can a nigga take\"\n\n  Hey yo, officer, you're making a big mistake\n  Since I had on a shirt that said I was dope\n  He thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case\n  He said, \"Get out my face\" and musta had a grudge\n  His reply, \"Tell that bullshit to the judge\"\n  The girl I was with wasn't sayin' nothin'\n  I said, \"Aiyyo bitch, you better tell 'em somethin'\"\n  She started draggin' and all of a sudden\n\n  We all got tossed in the paddy wagon\n  Now I beat the rap but that ain't the point\n  I had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\n  Now the story you heard has one little object\n  Don't fuck with a bitch from the projects\n\n  Yo man, motherfucking project with a name kinda chill\n  Tell 'em\n  Especially motherfucking ones in Walton South of New LA, boy\n  Don't fuck around with 'em projects boy\n  Rats will whoop your ass (yeah, y'all like that?)\n  (Yo! You see that ho with that man?)\n  Quit that hoe man, I'll buss out and wild\n  Straight up\n"},{"id":19597171,"name":"Once Upon a Time in the Projects","trackName":"Once Upon a Time in the Projects","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"AmeriKKKa’s Most Wanted","duration":223.137959,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Once upon a time in the projects, yo\nI damn near had to wreck a hoe\nI knocked on the door, \"Who is it?\"\nIt's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya\nAnd what's up with them brothers in the parking lot\nShe called 'em suckas, 'cause they smoke crack a lot\nI sat on the couch, but it wasn't stable\nAnd then I put my Nikes on the coffee table\nHer brother came in, he's into gang bangin'\n'Cause he walked up and said \"What set you claimin'?\"\n\nI don't bang, I write the good rhymes\nThe whole scenery reminded me of Good Times\nI don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\nBy a young punk, that needs to pull his pants up\nHe threw up his set, then he was gone\nI'm thinkin' to myself, won't this girl bring her butt on?\nHer mother came in with a joint in her mouth\nAnd fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\nShe said, \"Please excuse my house\", and all that\nI said \"yeah,\" 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\n\nLookin' at a jacked-up black and white\nHer mom's fussin' 'cause the county check wasn't right\nShe had another brother that was three years old\nThat had a bad case of the runny nose\nHe asked me who I was, then I had to pause\nIt smelled like he took a dump in his little drawers\nI saw her sister, who really needs her butt kicked\nOnly thirteen, and already pregnant\nI grabbed my forty out the bag, and took a swig\n'Cause I was getting overwhelmed, by BeBe Kids\n\nThey was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin' and tellin'\nAnd look at this young punk bailin'\nI heard a knock on the door without the password\nAnd her moms got the twelve gauge Mossberg\nThe brother said \"Yo, what's for sale?\"\nAnd her moms came out with a bag of yayo\nShe made the drop, and got the twenty dollars\nFrom a smoked-out fool with ring around the collar\nThe girl I was waitin' for came out\nI said, \"Girl, I didn't know this was a crack house\"\n\nI grabbed my coat, and suddenly\n\"Stop, the police, don't move! Freeze! Or I'll kill ya!\"\n\nThe cop busted in I had a Mac-10 pointed at my dome\nAnd I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\nHe threw me on the carpet, and wasn't cuttin' no slack\nJumped on my head and put his knee in my back\nFirst he tried to wrap me up, slap me up, rough me up\nThey couldn't do it so they cuffed me up\nI said, \"damn, how much abuse can a brotha take\"\n'Ey yo officer, you're making a big mistake\nSince I had on a shirt that said I was dope\nHe thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case\n\nHe said, \"get out my face\" and musta had a grudge\nHis reply, \"tell that sad story to the judge\"\nThe girl I was wit' wasn't sayin' nothin'\nI said \"'Ey Miss Thang you better tell him somethin'\"\nShe started draggin' and all of a sudden\nWe all got tossed in a paddy wagon\nNow I beat the rap, but that ain't the point\nI had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\nNow the story you heard has one little object\nDon't get wit' a girl from the projects\n\nYo man, them projects ain't no joke Loc, I'm tellin' you\nEspecially the ones in Watts and South Central L.A. boy\nDon't mess around those projects\nThe rats will get with your punk brown\nYeah, you know it\nI wanna say what's up to my boy Sir Jinx for hookin' up the track\nYou know what I'm sayin'?\nThis goes out to the Lench Mob\nWe'll be lynchin'","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Once Upon a Time in the Projects\n  artist: Ice Cube\n  album: AmeriKKKa’s Most Wanted\n  duration_ms: 223138\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Once upon a time in the projects, yo\n  I damn near had to wreck a hoe\n  I knocked on the door, \"Who is it?\"\n  It's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya\n  And what's up with them brothers in the parking lot\n  She called 'em suckas, 'cause they smoke crack a lot\n  I sat on the couch, but it wasn't stable\n  And then I put my Nikes on the coffee table\n  Her brother came in, he's into gang bangin'\n  'Cause he walked up and said \"What set you claimin'?\"\n\n  I don't bang, I write the good rhymes\n  The whole scenery reminded me of Good Times\n  I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\n  By a young punk, that needs to pull his pants up\n  He threw up his set, then he was gone\n  I'm thinkin' to myself, won't this girl bring her butt on?\n  Her mother came in with a joint in her mouth\n  And fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\n  She said, \"Please excuse my house\", and all that\n  I said \"yeah,\" 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\n\n  Lookin' at a jacked-up black and white\n  Her mom's fussin' 'cause the county check wasn't right\n  She had another brother that was three years old\n  That had a bad case of the runny nose\n  He asked me who I was, then I had to pause\n  It smelled like he took a dump in his little drawers\n  I saw her sister, who really needs her butt kicked\n  Only thirteen, and already pregnant\n  I grabbed my forty out the bag, and took a swig\n  'Cause I was getting overwhelmed, by BeBe Kids\n\n  They was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin' and tellin'\n  And look at this young punk bailin'\n  I heard a knock on the door without the password\n  And her moms got the twelve gauge Mossberg\n  The brother said \"Yo, what's for sale?\"\n  And her moms came out with a bag of yayo\n  She made the drop, and got the twenty dollars\n  From a smoked-out fool with ring around the collar\n  The girl I was waitin' for came out\n  I said, \"Girl, I didn't know this was a crack house\"\n\n  I grabbed my coat, and suddenly\n  \"Stop, the police, don't move! Freeze! Or I'll kill ya!\"\n\n  The cop busted in I had a Mac-10 pointed at my dome\n  And I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\n  He threw me on the carpet, and wasn't cuttin' no slack\n  Jumped on my head and put his knee in my back\n  First he tried to wrap me up, slap me up, rough me up\n  They couldn't do it so they cuffed me up\n  I said, \"damn, how much abuse can a brotha take\"\n  'Ey yo officer, you're making a big mistake\n  Since I had on a shirt that said I was dope\n  He thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case\n\n  He said, \"get out my face\" and musta had a grudge\n  His reply, \"tell that sad story to the judge\"\n  The girl I was wit' wasn't sayin' nothin'\n  I said \"'Ey Miss Thang you better tell him somethin'\"\n  She started draggin' and all of a sudden\n  We all got tossed in a paddy wagon\n  Now I beat the rap, but that ain't the point\n  I had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\n  Now the story you heard has one little object\n  Don't get wit' a girl from the projects\n\n  Yo man, them projects ain't no joke Loc, I'm tellin' you\n  Especially the ones in Watts and South Central L.A. boy\n  Don't mess around those projects\n  The rats will get with your punk brown\n  Yeah, you know it\n  I wanna say what's up to my boy Sir Jinx for hookin' up the track\n  You know what I'm sayin'?\n  This goes out to the Lench Mob\n  We'll be lynchin'\n"},{"id":19360937,"name":"Once Upon A Time In The Projects","trackName":"Once Upon A Time In The Projects","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted (Vinyl)","duration":219.226667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Once upon a time in the projects, yo\nI damn near had to wreck a hoe\nI knocked on the door, \"Who is it?\"\nIt's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya\nAnd what's up with them brothers in the parking lot\nShe called 'em suckas, 'cause they smoke crack a lot\nI sat on the couch, but it wasn't stable\nAnd then I put my Nikes on the coffee table\nHer brother came in, he's into gang bangin'\n'Cause he walked up and said \"What set you claimin'?\"\n\nI don't bang, I write the good rhymes\nThe whole scenery reminded me of Good Times\nI don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\nBy a young punk, that needs to pull his pants up\nHe threw up his set, then he was gone\nI'm thinkin' to myself, won't this girl bring her butt on?\nHer mother came in with a joint in her mouth\nAnd fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\nShe said, \"Please excuse my house\", and all that\nI said \"yeah,\" 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\n\nLookin' at a jacked-up black and white\nHer mom's fussin' 'cause the county check wasn't right\nShe had another brother that was three years old\nThat had a bad case of the runny nose\nHe asked me who I was, then I had to pause\nIt smelled like he took a dump in his little drawers\nI saw her sister, who really needs her butt kicked\nOnly thirteen, and already pregnant\nI grabbed my forty out the bag, and took a swig\n'Cause I was getting overwhelmed, by BeBe Kids\n\nThey was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin' and tellin'\nAnd look at this young punk bailin'\nI heard a knock on the door without the password\nAnd her moms got the twelve gauge Mossberg\nThe brother said \"Yo, what's for sale?\"\nAnd her moms came out with a bag of yayo\nShe made the drop, and got the twenty dollars\nFrom a smoked-out fool with ring around the collar\nThe girl I was waitin' for came out\nI said, \"Girl, I didn't know this was a crack house\"\n\nI grabbed my coat, and suddenly\n\"Stop, the police, don't move! Freeze! Or I'll kill ya!\"\n\nThe cop busted in I had a Mac-10 pointed at my dome\nAnd I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\nHe threw me on the carpet, and wasn't cuttin' no slack\nJumped on my head and put his knee in my back\nFirst he tried to wrap me up, slap me up, rough me up\nThey couldn't do it so they cuffed me up\nI said, \"damn, how much abuse can a brotha take\"\n'Ey yo officer, you're making a big mistake\nSince I had on a shirt that said I was dope\nHe thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case\n\nHe said, \"get out my face\" and musta had a grudge\nHis reply, \"tell that sad story to the judge\"\nThe girl I was wit' wasn't sayin' nothin'\nI said \"'Ey Miss Thang you better tell him somethin'\"\nShe started draggin' and all of a sudden\nWe all got tossed in a paddy wagon\nNow I beat the rap, but that ain't the point\nI had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\nNow the story you heard has one little object\nDon't get wit' a girl from the projects\n\nYo man, them projects ain't no joke Loc, I'm tellin' you\nEspecially the ones in Watts and South Central L.A. boy\nDon't mess around those projects\nThe rats will get with your punk brown\nYeah, you know it\nI wanna say what's up to my boy Sir Jinx for hookin' up the track\nYou know what I'm sayin'?\nThis goes out to the Lench Mob\nWe'll be lynchin'","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Once Upon A Time In The Projects\n  artist: Ice Cube\n  album: AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted (Vinyl)\n  duration_ms: 219227\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Once upon a time in the projects, yo\n  I damn near had to wreck a hoe\n  I knocked on the door, \"Who is it?\"\n  It's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya\n  And what's up with them brothers in the parking lot\n  She called 'em suckas, 'cause they smoke crack a lot\n  I sat on the couch, but it wasn't stable\n  And then I put my Nikes on the coffee table\n  Her brother came in, he's into gang bangin'\n  'Cause he walked up and said \"What set you claimin'?\"\n\n  I don't bang, I write the good rhymes\n  The whole scenery reminded me of Good Times\n  I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\n  By a young punk, that needs to pull his pants up\n  He threw up his set, then he was gone\n  I'm thinkin' to myself, won't this girl bring her butt on?\n  Her mother came in with a joint in her mouth\n  And fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\n  She said, \"Please excuse my house\", and all that\n  I said \"yeah,\" 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\n\n  Lookin' at a jacked-up black and white\n  Her mom's fussin' 'cause the county check wasn't right\n  She had another brother that was three years old\n  That had a bad case of the runny nose\n  He asked me who I was, then I had to pause\n  It smelled like he took a dump in his little drawers\n  I saw her sister, who really needs her butt kicked\n  Only thirteen, and already pregnant\n  I grabbed my forty out the bag, and took a swig\n  'Cause I was getting overwhelmed, by BeBe Kids\n\n  They was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin' and tellin'\n  And look at this young punk bailin'\n  I heard a knock on the door without the password\n  And her moms got the twelve gauge Mossberg\n  The brother said \"Yo, what's for sale?\"\n  And her moms came out with a bag of yayo\n  She made the drop, and got the twenty dollars\n  From a smoked-out fool with ring around the collar\n  The girl I was waitin' for came out\n  I said, \"Girl, I didn't know this was a crack house\"\n\n  I grabbed my coat, and suddenly\n  \"Stop, the police, don't move! Freeze! Or I'll kill ya!\"\n\n  The cop busted in I had a Mac-10 pointed at my dome\n  And I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\n  He threw me on the carpet, and wasn't cuttin' no slack\n  Jumped on my head and put his knee in my back\n  First he tried to wrap me up, slap me up, rough me up\n  They couldn't do it so they cuffed me up\n  I said, \"damn, how much abuse can a brotha take\"\n  'Ey yo officer, you're making a big mistake\n  Since I had on a shirt that said I was dope\n  He thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case\n\n  He said, \"get out my face\" and musta had a grudge\n  His reply, \"tell that sad story to the judge\"\n  The girl I was wit' wasn't sayin' nothin'\n  I said \"'Ey Miss Thang you better tell him somethin'\"\n  She started draggin' and all of a sudden\n  We all got tossed in a paddy wagon\n  Now I beat the rap, but that ain't the point\n  I had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\n  Now the story you heard has one little object\n  Don't get wit' a girl from the projects\n\n  Yo man, them projects ain't no joke Loc, I'm tellin' you\n  Especially the ones in Watts and South Central L.A. boy\n  Don't mess around those projects\n  The rats will get with your punk brown\n  Yeah, you know it\n  I wanna say what's up to my boy Sir Jinx for hookin' up the track\n  You know what I'm sayin'?\n  This goes out to the Lench Mob\n  We'll be lynchin'\n"},{"id":17924207,"name":"Once Upon a Time in the Projects","trackName":"Once Upon a Time in the Projects","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"Amerikkk's Most Wanted","duration":221.1068,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Once upon a time in the projects, yo\nI damn near had to wreck a ho\nI knocked on the door (who is it?)\nIt's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya'\nAnd what's up with the niggas in the parking lot\nShe said, \"Fuck 'em, 'cause they get sparked a lot\"\nI sat on the couch but it wasn't stable\nAnd then I put my Nike's on the coffee table\n\nHer brother came in, he's into gang-bangin'\n'Cause he walked up and said, \"What set you claimin'?\"\nI don't bang, I write the good rhymes\nThe whole scenery reminded me of Good Times\nI don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\nBy a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up\nHe threw up a set and then he was gone\nI'm thinkin' to myself, won't this bitch bring her ass on?\n\nHer mother came in with a joint in her mouth\nAnd fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\nShe said, \"Please excuse my house,\" and all that\nI said, \"Yeah\" 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\nLookin' at a fucked up black and white\nHer mom's bitchin' cause the county check wasn't right\nShe had another brother that was three years old\nAnd had a bad case of the runny nose\n\nHe asked me who I was, then I had to pause\nIt smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers\nI saw her sister who really needs her ass kicked\nOnly 13 and already pregnant\nI grabbed my 40 out the bag and took a swig\n'Cause I was getting overwhelmed by BeBe Kids\nThey was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin' and tellin'\nAnd look at this young punk bailin'\n\nI heard a knock on the door without the password\nAnd her mom's got the 12 gauge Mossberg\nThe nigga said, \"Yo, what's for sale?\" (Yo, what's for sale, man?)\nAnd the bitch came out with a bag of yayo\nShe made the drop and got the 20 dollars\nFrom a smoked-out fool with ring around the collar\nThe girl I was waiting for came out\nI said, \"Bitch, I didn't know this was a crack house\"\nI got my coat, and suddenly\n\n(Stop, the police, don't move! Freeze! I'll kill ya!)\nThe cop busted in and had a Mac-10 pointed at my dome\nAnd I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\nHe threw me on the carpet and wasn't cuttin' no slack\nJumped on my head and put his knee in my back\nFirst he tried to slap me up, wrap me up, rough me up\nThey couldn't do it so they cuffed me up\nI said, \"fuck, how much abuse can a nigga take\"\n\nHey yo, officer, you're making a big mistake\nSince I had on a shirt that said I was dope\nHe thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case\nHe said, \"Get out my face\" and musta had a grudge\nHis reply, \"Tell that bullshit to the judge\"\nThe girl I was with wasn't sayin' nothin'\nI said, \"Aiyyo bitch, you better tell 'em somethin'\"\nShe started draggin' and all of a sudden\n\nWe all got tossed in the paddy wagon\nNow I beat the rap but that ain't the point\nI had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\nNow the story you heard has one little object\nDon't fuck with a bitch from the projects\n\nYo man, motherfucking project with a name kinda chill\nTell 'em\nEspecially motherfucking ones in Walton South of New LA, boy\nDon't fuck around with 'em projects boy\nRats will whoop your ass (yeah, y'all like that?)\n(Yo! You see that ho with that man?)\nQuit that hoe man, I'll buss out and wild\nStraight up","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.27] Once upon a time in the projects, yo\n[00:04.66] I damn near had to wreck a ho\n[00:07.37] I knocked on the door (who is it?)\n[00:09.86] It's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya'\n[00:12.82] And what's up with the niggas in the parking lot\n[00:16.01] She said, \"Fuck 'em, 'cause they get sparked a lot\"\n[00:19.05] I sat on the couch but it wasn't stable\n[00:22.24] And then I put my Nike's on the coffee table\n[00:25.58] Her brother came in, he's into gang-bangin'\n[00:28.45] 'Cause he walked up and said, \"What set you claimin'?\"\n[00:31.79] I don't bang, I write the good rhymes\n[00:34.63] The whole scenery reminded me of Good Times\n[00:37.99] I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\n[00:40.83] By a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up\n[00:43.98] He threw up a set and then he was gone\n[00:46.95] I'm thinkin' to myself, won't this bitch bring her ass on?\n[00:50.33] Her mother came in with a joint in her mouth\n[00:53.67] And fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\n[00:56.77] She said, \"Please excuse my house,\" and all that\n[00:59.55] I said, \"Yeah\" 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\n[01:02.96] Lookin' at a fucked up black and white\n[01:05.86] Her mom's bitchin' cause the county check wasn't right\n[01:09.15] She had another brother that was three years old\n[01:12.06] And had a bad case of the runny nose\n[01:15.53] He asked me who I was, then I had to pause\n[01:18.40] It smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers\n[01:21.23] I saw her sister who really needs her ass kicked\n[01:24.45] Only 13 and already pregnant\n[01:27.74] I grabbed my 40 out the bag and took a swig\n[01:30.88] 'Cause I was getting overwhelmed by BeBe Kids\n[01:33.13] They was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin' and tellin'\n[01:37.32] And look at this young punk bailin'\n[01:40.04] I heard a knock on the door without the password\n[01:43.40] And her mom's got the 12 gauge Mossberg\n[01:46.38] The nigga said, \"Yo, what's for sale?\" (Yo, what's for sale, man?)\n[01:49.47] And the bitch came out with a bag of yayo\n[01:52.72] She made the drop and got the 20 dollars\n[01:55.43] From a smoked-out fool with ring around the collar\n[01:58.62] The girl I was waiting for came out\n[02:01.41] I said, \"Bitch, I didn't know this was a crack house\"\n[02:04.39] I got my coat, and suddenly\n[02:07.41] (Stop, the police, don't move! Freeze! I'll kill ya!)\n[02:10.73] The cop busted in and had a Mac-10 pointed at my dome\n[02:14.47] And I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\n[02:17.55] He threw me on the carpet and wasn't cuttin' no slack\n[02:21.02] Jumped on my head and put his knee in my back\n[02:24.02] First he tried to slap me up, wrap me up, rough me up\n[02:27.58] They couldn't do it so they cuffed me up\n[02:29.79] I said, \"fuck, how much abuse can a nigga take\"\n[02:33.00] Hey yo, officer, you're making a big mistake\n[02:36.13] Since I had on a shirt that said I was dope\n[02:39.06] He thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case\n[02:42.27] He said, \"Get out my face\" and musta had a grudge\n[02:45.29] His reply, \"Tell that bullshit to the judge\"\n[02:48.72] The girl I was with wasn't sayin' nothin'\n[02:51.68] I said, \"Aiyyo bitch, you better tell 'em somethin'\"\n[02:54.78] She started draggin' and all of a sudden\n[02:57.36] We all got tossed in the paddy wagon\n[03:00.43] Now I beat the rap but that ain't the point\n[03:03.73] I had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\n[03:07.34] Now the story you heard has one little object\n[03:10.57] Don't fuck with a bitch from the projects\n[03:13.45] Yo man, motherfucking project with a name kinda chill\n[03:16.49] Tell 'em\n[03:18.78] Especially motherfucking ones in Walton South of New LA, boy\n[03:22.53] Don't fuck around with 'em projects boy\n[03:25.06] Rats will whoop your ass (yeah, y'all like that?)\n[03:31.80] (Yo! You see that ho with that man?)\n[03:34.27] Quit that hoe man, I'll buss out and wild\n[03:37.38] Straight up\n[03:38.00] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Once Upon a Time in the Projects\n  artist: Ice Cube\n  album: Amerikkk's Most Wanted\n  duration_ms: 221107\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Once upon a time in the projects, yo\n  start_ms: 270\n  end_ms: 4660\n- text: I damn near had to wreck a ho\n  start_ms: 4660\n  end_ms: 7370\n- text: I knocked on the door (who is it?)\n  start_ms: 7370\n  end_ms: 9860\n- text: It's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya'\n  start_ms: 9860\n  end_ms: 12820\n- text: And what's up with the niggas in the parking lot\n  start_ms: 12820\n  end_ms: 16010\n- text: She said, \"Fuck 'em, 'cause they get sparked a lot\"\n  start_ms: 16010\n  end_ms: 19050\n- text: I sat on the couch but it wasn't stable\n  start_ms: 19050\n  end_ms: 22240\n- text: And then I put my Nike's on the coffee table\n  start_ms: 22240\n  end_ms: 25580\n- text: Her brother came in, he's into gang-bangin'\n  start_ms: 25580\n  end_ms: 28450\n- text: '''Cause he walked up and said, \"What set you claimin''?\"'\n  start_ms: 28450\n  end_ms: 31790\n- text: I don't bang, I write the good rhymes\n  start_ms: 31790\n  end_ms: 34630\n- text: The whole scenery reminded me of Good Times\n  start_ms: 34630\n  end_ms: 37990\n- text: I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\n  start_ms: 37990\n  end_ms: 40830\n- text: By a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up\n  start_ms: 40830\n  end_ms: 43980\n- text: He threw up a set and then he was gone\n  start_ms: 43980\n  end_ms: 46950\n- text: I'm thinkin' to myself, won't this bitch bring her ass on?\n  start_ms: 46950\n  end_ms: 50330\n- text: Her mother came in with a joint in her mouth\n  start_ms: 50330\n  end_ms: 53670\n- text: And fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\n  start_ms: 53670\n  end_ms: 56770\n- text: She said, \"Please excuse my house,\" and all that\n  start_ms: 56770\n  end_ms: 59550\n- text: I said, \"Yeah\" 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\n  start_ms: 59550\n  end_ms: 62960\n- text: Lookin' at a fucked up black and white\n  start_ms: 62960\n  end_ms: 65860\n- text: Her mom's bitchin' cause the county check wasn't right\n  start_ms: 65860\n  end_ms: 69150\n- text: She had another brother that was three years old\n  start_ms: 69150\n  end_ms: 72060\n- text: And had a bad case of the runny nose\n  start_ms: 72060\n  end_ms: 75530\n- text: He asked me who I was, then I had to pause\n  start_ms: 75530\n  end_ms: 78400\n- text: It smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers\n  start_ms: 78400\n  end_ms: 81230\n- text: I saw her sister who really needs her ass kicked\n  start_ms: 81230\n  end_ms: 84450\n- text: Only 13 and already pregnant\n  start_ms: 84450\n  end_ms: 87740\n- text: I grabbed my 40 out the bag and took a swig\n  start_ms: 87740\n  end_ms: 90880\n- text: '''Cause I was getting overwhelmed by BeBe Kids'\n  start_ms: 90880\n  end_ms: 93130\n- text: They was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin' and tellin'\n  start_ms: 93130\n  end_ms: 97320\n- text: And look at this young punk bailin'\n  start_ms: 97320\n  end_ms: 100040\n- text: I heard a knock on the door without the password\n  start_ms: 100040\n  end_ms: 103400\n- text: And her mom's got the 12 gauge Mossberg\n  start_ms: 103400\n  end_ms: 106380\n- text: The nigga said, \"Yo, what's for sale?\" (Yo, what's for sale, man?)\n  start_ms: 106380\n  end_ms: 109470\n- text: And the bitch came out with a bag of yayo\n  start_ms: 109470\n  end_ms: 112720\n- text: She made the drop and got the 20 dollars\n  start_ms: 112720\n  end_ms: 115430\n- text: From a smoked-out fool with ring around the collar\n  start_ms: 115430\n  end_ms: 118620\n- text: The girl I was waiting for came out\n  start_ms: 118620\n  end_ms: 121410\n- text: I said, \"Bitch, I didn't know this was a crack house\"\n  start_ms: 121410\n  end_ms: 124390\n- text: I got my coat, and suddenly\n  start_ms: 124390\n  end_ms: 127410\n- text: (Stop, the police, don't move! Freeze! I'll kill ya!)\n  start_ms: 127410\n  end_ms: 130730\n- text: The cop busted in and had a Mac-10 pointed at my dome\n  start_ms: 130730\n  end_ms: 134470\n- text: And I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\n  start_ms: 134470\n  end_ms: 137550\n- text: He threw me on the carpet and wasn't cuttin' no slack\n  start_ms: 137550\n  end_ms: 141020\n- text: Jumped on my head and put his knee in my back\n  start_ms: 141020\n  end_ms: 144020\n- text: First he tried to slap me up, wrap me up, rough me up\n  start_ms: 144020\n  end_ms: 147580\n- text: They couldn't do it so they cuffed me up\n  start_ms: 147580\n  end_ms: 149790\n- text: I said, \"fuck, how much abuse can a nigga take\"\n  start_ms: 149790\n  end_ms: 153000\n- text: Hey yo, officer, you're making a big mistake\n  start_ms: 153000\n  end_ms: 156130\n- text: Since I had on a shirt that said I was dope\n  start_ms: 156130\n  end_ms: 159060\n- text: He thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case\n  start_ms: 159060\n  end_ms: 162270\n- text: He said, \"Get out my face\" and musta had a grudge\n  start_ms: 162270\n  end_ms: 165290\n- text: His reply, \"Tell that bullshit to the judge\"\n  start_ms: 165290\n  end_ms: 168720\n- text: The girl I was with wasn't sayin' nothin'\n  start_ms: 168720\n  end_ms: 171680\n- text: I said, \"Aiyyo bitch, you better tell 'em somethin'\"\n  start_ms: 171680\n  end_ms: 174780\n- text: She started draggin' and all of a sudden\n  start_ms: 174780\n  end_ms: 177360\n- text: We all got tossed in the paddy wagon\n  start_ms: 177360\n  end_ms: 180430\n- text: Now I beat the rap but that ain't the point\n  start_ms: 180430\n  end_ms: 183730\n- text: I had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\n  start_ms: 183730\n  end_ms: 187340\n- text: Now the story you heard has one little object\n  start_ms: 187340\n  end_ms: 190570\n- text: Don't fuck with a bitch from the projects\n  start_ms: 190570\n  end_ms: 193450\n- text: Yo man, motherfucking project with a name kinda chill\n  start_ms: 193450\n  end_ms: 196490\n- text: Tell 'em\n  start_ms: 196490\n  end_ms: 198780\n- text: Especially motherfucking ones in Walton South of New LA, boy\n  start_ms: 198780\n  end_ms: 202530\n- text: Don't fuck around with 'em projects boy\n  start_ms: 202530\n  end_ms: 205060\n- text: Rats will whoop your ass (yeah, y'all like that?)\n  start_ms: 205060\n  end_ms: 211800\n- text: (Yo! You see that ho with that man?)\n  start_ms: 211800\n  end_ms: 214270\n- text: Quit that hoe man, I'll buss out and wild\n  start_ms: 214270\n  end_ms: 217380\n- text: Straight up\n  start_ms: 217380\n  end_ms: 218000\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 218000\nplain: |-\n  Once upon a time in the projects, yo\n  I damn near had to wreck a ho\n  I knocked on the door (who is it?)\n  It's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya'\n  And what's up with the niggas in the parking lot\n  She said, \"Fuck 'em, 'cause they get sparked a lot\"\n  I sat on the couch but it wasn't stable\n  And then I put my Nike's on the coffee table\n\n  Her brother came in, he's into gang-bangin'\n  'Cause he walked up and said, \"What set you claimin'?\"\n  I don't bang, I write the good rhymes\n  The whole scenery reminded me of Good Times\n  I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\n  By a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up\n  He threw up a set and then he was gone\n  I'm thinkin' to myself, won't this bitch bring her ass on?\n\n  Her mother came in with a joint in her mouth\n  And fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\n  She said, \"Please excuse my house,\" and all that\n  I said, \"Yeah\" 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\n  Lookin' at a fucked up black and white\n  Her mom's bitchin' cause the county check wasn't right\n  She had another brother that was three years old\n  And had a bad case of the runny nose\n\n  He asked me who I was, then I had to pause\n  It smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers\n  I saw her sister who really needs her ass kicked\n  Only 13 and already pregnant\n  I grabbed my 40 out the bag and took a swig\n  'Cause I was getting overwhelmed by BeBe Kids\n  They was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin' and tellin'\n  And look at this young punk bailin'\n\n  I heard a knock on the door without the password\n  And her mom's got the 12 gauge Mossberg\n  The nigga said, \"Yo, what's for sale?\" (Yo, what's for sale, man?)\n  And the bitch came out with a bag of yayo\n  She made the drop and got the 20 dollars\n  From a smoked-out fool with ring around the collar\n  The girl I was waiting for came out\n  I said, \"Bitch, I didn't know this was a crack house\"\n  I got my coat, and suddenly\n\n  (Stop, the police, don't move! Freeze! I'll kill ya!)\n  The cop busted in and had a Mac-10 pointed at my dome\n  And I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\n  He threw me on the carpet and wasn't cuttin' no slack\n  Jumped on my head and put his knee in my back\n  First he tried to slap me up, wrap me up, rough me up\n  They couldn't do it so they cuffed me up\n  I said, \"fuck, how much abuse can a nigga take\"\n\n  Hey yo, officer, you're making a big mistake\n  Since I had on a shirt that said I was dope\n  He thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case\n  He said, \"Get out my face\" and musta had a grudge\n  His reply, \"Tell that bullshit to the judge\"\n  The girl I was with wasn't sayin' nothin'\n  I said, \"Aiyyo bitch, you better tell 'em somethin'\"\n  She started draggin' and all of a sudden\n\n  We all got tossed in the paddy wagon\n  Now I beat the rap but that ain't the point\n  I had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\n  Now the story you heard has one little object\n  Don't fuck with a bitch from the projects\n\n  Yo man, motherfucking project with a name kinda chill\n  Tell 'em\n  Especially motherfucking ones in Walton South of New LA, boy\n  Don't fuck around with 'em projects boy\n  Rats will whoop your ass (yeah, y'all like that?)\n  (Yo! You see that ho with that man?)\n  Quit that hoe man, I'll buss out and wild\n  Straight up\n"},{"id":19055173,"name":"Once Upon A Time In The Projects","trackName":"Once Upon A Time In The Projects","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"Greatest Hits","duration":244.08,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Once upon a time in the projects, yo\nI damn near had to wreck a hoe\nI knocked on the door, \"Who is it?\"\nIt's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya\nAnd what's up with them brothers in the parking lot\nShe called 'em suckas, 'cause they smoke crack a lot\nI sat on the couch, but it wasn't stable\nAnd then I put my Nikes on the coffee table\nHer brother came in, he's into gang bangin'\n'Cause he walked up and said \"What set you claimin'?\"\n\nI don't bang, I write the good rhymes\nThe whole scenery reminded me of Good Times\nI don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\nBy a young punk, that needs to pull his pants up\nHe threw up his set, then he was gone\nI'm thinkin' to myself, won't this girl bring her butt on?\nHer mother came in with a joint in her mouth\nAnd fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\nShe said, \"Please excuse my house\", and all that\nI said \"yeah,\" 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\n\nLookin' at a jacked-up black and white\nHer mom's fussin' 'cause the county check wasn't right\nShe had another brother that was three years old\nThat had a bad case of the runny nose\nHe asked me who I was, then I had to pause\nIt smelled like he took a dump in his little drawers\nI saw her sister, who really needs her butt kicked\nOnly thirteen, and already pregnant\nI grabbed my forty out the bag, and took a swig\n'Cause I was getting overwhelmed, by BeBe Kids\n\nThey was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin' and tellin'\nAnd look at this young punk bailin'\nI heard a knock on the door without the password\nAnd her moms got the twelve gauge Mossberg\nThe brother said \"Yo, what's for sale?\"\nAnd her moms came out with a bag of yayo\nShe made the drop, and got the twenty dollars\nFrom a smoked-out fool with ring around the collar\nThe girl I was waitin' for came out\nI said, \"Girl, I didn't know this was a crack house\"\n\nI grabbed my coat, and suddenly\n\"Stop, the police, don't move! Freeze! Or I'll kill ya!\"\n\nThe cop busted in I had a Mac-10 pointed at my dome\nAnd I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\nHe threw me on the carpet, and wasn't cuttin' no slack\nJumped on my head and put his knee in my back\nFirst he tried to wrap me up, slap me up, rough me up\nThey couldn't do it so they cuffed me up\nI said, \"damn, how much abuse can a brotha take\"\n'Ey yo officer, you're making a big mistake\nSince I had on a shirt that said I was dope\nHe thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case\n\nHe said, \"get out my face\" and musta had a grudge\nHis reply, \"tell that sad story to the judge\"\nThe girl I was wit' wasn't sayin' nothin'\nI said \"'Ey Miss Thang you better tell him somethin'\"\nShe started draggin' and all of a sudden\nWe all got tossed in a paddy wagon\nNow I beat the rap, but that ain't the point\nI had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\nNow the story you heard has one little object\nDon't get wit' a girl from the projects\n\nYo man, them projects ain't no joke Loc, I'm tellin' you\nEspecially the ones in Watts and South Central L.A. boy\nDon't mess around those projects\nThe rats will get with your punk brown\nYeah, you know it\nI wanna say what's up to my boy Sir Jinx for hookin' up the track\nYou know what I'm sayin'?\nThis goes out to the Lench Mob\nWe'll be lynchin'","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Once Upon A Time In The Projects\n  artist: Ice Cube\n  album: Greatest Hits\n  duration_ms: 244080\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Once upon a time in the projects, yo\n  I damn near had to wreck a hoe\n  I knocked on the door, \"Who is it?\"\n  It's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya\n  And what's up with them brothers in the parking lot\n  She called 'em suckas, 'cause they smoke crack a lot\n  I sat on the couch, but it wasn't stable\n  And then I put my Nikes on the coffee table\n  Her brother came in, he's into gang bangin'\n  'Cause he walked up and said \"What set you claimin'?\"\n\n  I don't bang, I write the good rhymes\n  The whole scenery reminded me of Good Times\n  I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut\n  By a young punk, that needs to pull his pants up\n  He threw up his set, then he was gone\n  I'm thinkin' to myself, won't this girl bring her butt on?\n  Her mother came in with a joint in her mouth\n  And fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt\n  She said, \"Please excuse my house\", and all that\n  I said \"yeah,\" 'cause I was buzzed from the contact\n\n  Lookin' at a jacked-up black and white\n  Her mom's fussin' 'cause the county check wasn't right\n  She had another brother that was three years old\n  That had a bad case of the runny nose\n  He asked me who I was, then I had to pause\n  It smelled like he took a dump in his little drawers\n  I saw her sister, who really needs her butt kicked\n  Only thirteen, and already pregnant\n  I grabbed my forty out the bag, and took a swig\n  'Cause I was getting overwhelmed, by BeBe Kids\n\n  They was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin' and tellin'\n  And look at this young punk bailin'\n  I heard a knock on the door without the password\n  And her moms got the twelve gauge Mossberg\n  The brother said \"Yo, what's for sale?\"\n  And her moms came out with a bag of yayo\n  She made the drop, and got the twenty dollars\n  From a smoked-out fool with ring around the collar\n  The girl I was waitin' for came out\n  I said, \"Girl, I didn't know this was a crack house\"\n\n  I grabbed my coat, and suddenly\n  \"Stop, the police, don't move! Freeze! Or I'll kill ya!\"\n\n  The cop busted in I had a Mac-10 pointed at my dome\n  And I said to myself, \"Once again, it's on\"\n  He threw me on the carpet, and wasn't cuttin' no slack\n  Jumped on my head and put his knee in my back\n  First he tried to wrap me up, slap me up, rough me up\n  They couldn't do it so they cuffed me up\n  I said, \"damn, how much abuse can a brotha take\"\n  'Ey yo officer, you're making a big mistake\n  Since I had on a shirt that said I was dope\n  He thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case\n\n  He said, \"get out my face\" and musta had a grudge\n  His reply, \"tell that sad story to the judge\"\n  The girl I was wit' wasn't sayin' nothin'\n  I said \"'Ey Miss Thang you better tell him somethin'\"\n  She started draggin' and all of a sudden\n  We all got tossed in a paddy wagon\n  Now I beat the rap, but that ain't the point\n  I had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint\n  Now the story you heard has one little object\n  Don't get wit' a girl from the projects\n\n  Yo man, them projects ain't no joke Loc, I'm tellin' you\n  Especially the ones in Watts and South Central L.A. boy\n  Don't mess around those projects\n  The rats will get with your punk brown\n  Yeah, you know it\n  I wanna say what's up to my boy Sir Jinx for hookin' up the track\n  You know what I'm sayin'?\n  This goes out to the Lench Mob\n  We'll be lynchin'\n"}]