[{"id":23918111,"name":"Too West Coast","trackName":"Too West Coast","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"I Am the West","duration":162.51559,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My ego - is big as Heathrow*\nYup this a lethal! - Easy as a free throw!\nYes, this - negro is rather lethal!\nYou about as lethal - as a mojito!\nBe my Amigo! - Eat my burrito!\nYou a fuckin' seagull - up in Francisco!\nI'm up in a Regal - still in my pea coat!\nMurder's what - she wrote; this is mo' evil!\nThis is less than zero! - Don't be a - hero!\nNigga I'm a pharaoh - with double barrels!\nGoose bumps - hair rose - when I shoot these arrows\nAt your Camaro's - pullin' down - Melrose!\nStill down with - Elkos! - 'Til the fuckin cell close!\nNigga don't - test me! - You're gonna fail those!\nThey should arrest me! - Blow like Dizzy Gillespie!\nI don't aim where yo' vest be! - Bang!\nI'm too hot to stop! - Walkin' up with two Glocks!\nWay more than two shots. - That'll make your roof drop!\nHouse shoes, blue top! - Money like I move rocks!\nDissin' will get you socked - and yo' bitch move wop!\nWhole crew popped - by this old school new shot!\nG niggaz still keep my weed in a shoebox!\nDippin' rollin' through blocks; dippin' while the crew pops!\nEatin' chicken dinners in my cutoffs and tube socks!\nPlay my shit alota DJ's they do not\nCause me and bitch niggaz don't - mix like - two cocks!\nWho knocks with them pocket rockets that'll shoot dots\nHave your skull on the news lookin' like 'Goulash'!\nWhen they ask who the top don't mention us as foolish!\nEat yo' ass up - like a pack of barracudas!\nPut the barrel to ya! - Like we never knew ya!\nSend the metal through ya; Da Lench Mob shooters!\nI know vatos and they get popped most\nNiggaz that flip mo' - chicken than Bosco's!\nSquattin' down the block low! - Hop in that hot fo'!\nAnd I can spot Poles when they not in cop clothes!\nSquabble with the combos. - Maylay got those!\nCrates or case, boxloads like they came from Costco's.\nThey be poppin' bottles! - We knockin' hollows.\nPromise by tomorrow I can have the spot closed!\nTalkin' pronto; somethin' like a lotto.\nChips and cheese; fuck meat! Nigga these nachos!\nSpeakin' on guap' though - cause that's a combo\nKeep my green on the side like it was Cilantro.\nComin' with the honchos! - That's in a stock Rolls.\nAnd everythang up out they mouth is like the gospel.\nIt won't stop flow! Oh, I'm not though\nLench Mob! - Big swanger, don't bang is the motto!\nMotherfuckers tell me - (I'm too WestCoast!)\nThey act like they scared of me! - (I'm too WestCoast!) {4x}\n(The Grand Wizard... Ice Cube! AHHHHahahahahaa!)\n\"I Am The West\"\nCube!\nGot another one...\nI be tellin' these niggaz and bitches on the bottom they need to drink some of this Kool-Aid!\n\"Drink The Kool-Aid\", bitch!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Too West Coast\n  artist: Ice Cube\n  album: I Am the West\n  duration_ms: 162516\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  My ego - is big as Heathrow*\n  Yup this a lethal! - Easy as a free throw!\n  Yes, this - negro is rather lethal!\n  You about as lethal - as a mojito!\n  Be my Amigo! - Eat my burrito!\n  You a fuckin' seagull - up in Francisco!\n  I'm up in a Regal - still in my pea coat!\n  Murder's what - she wrote; this is mo' evil!\n  This is less than zero! - Don't be a - hero!\n  Nigga I'm a pharaoh - with double barrels!\n  Goose bumps - hair rose - when I shoot these arrows\n  At your Camaro's - pullin' down - Melrose!\n  Still down with - Elkos! - 'Til the fuckin cell close!\n  Nigga don't - test me! - You're gonna fail those!\n  They should arrest me! - Blow like Dizzy Gillespie!\n  I don't aim where yo' vest be! - Bang!\n  I'm too hot to stop! - Walkin' up with two Glocks!\n  Way more than two shots. - That'll make your roof drop!\n  House shoes, blue top! - Money like I move rocks!\n  Dissin' will get you socked - and yo' bitch move wop!\n  Whole crew popped - by this old school new shot!\n  G niggaz still keep my weed in a shoebox!\n  Dippin' rollin' through blocks; dippin' while the crew pops!\n  Eatin' chicken dinners in my cutoffs and tube socks!\n  Play my shit alota DJ's they do not\n  Cause me and bitch niggaz don't - mix like - two cocks!\n  Who knocks with them pocket rockets that'll shoot dots\n  Have your skull on the news lookin' like 'Goulash'!\n  When they ask who the top don't mention us as foolish!\n  Eat yo' ass up - like a pack of barracudas!\n  Put the barrel to ya! - Like we never knew ya!\n  Send the metal through ya; Da Lench Mob shooters!\n  I know vatos and they get popped most\n  Niggaz that flip mo' - chicken than Bosco's!\n  Squattin' down the block low! - Hop in that hot fo'!\n  And I can spot Poles when they not in cop clothes!\n  Squabble with the combos. - Maylay got those!\n  Crates or case, boxloads like they came from Costco's.\n  They be poppin' bottles! - We knockin' hollows.\n  Promise by tomorrow I can have the spot closed!\n  Talkin' pronto; somethin' like a lotto.\n  Chips and cheese; fuck meat! Nigga these nachos!\n  Speakin' on guap' though - cause that's a combo\n  Keep my green on the side like it was Cilantro.\n  Comin' with the honchos! - That's in a stock Rolls.\n  And everythang up out they mouth is like the gospel.\n  It won't stop flow! Oh, I'm not though\n  Lench Mob! - Big swanger, don't bang is the motto!\n  Motherfuckers tell me - (I'm too WestCoast!)\n  They act like they scared of me! - (I'm too WestCoast!) {4x}\n  (The Grand Wizard... Ice Cube! AHHHHahahahahaa!)\n  \"I Am The West\"\n  Cube!\n  Got another one...\n  I be tellin' these niggaz and bitches on the bottom they need to drink some of this Kool-Aid!\n  \"Drink The Kool-Aid\", bitch!\n"},{"id":22049398,"name":"Too West Coast","trackName":"Too West Coast","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"I Am the West","duration":197.784,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My ego - is big as Heathrow*\nYup this a lethal! - Easy as a free throw!\nYes, this - negro is rather lethal!\nYou about as lethal - as a mojito!\nBe my Amigo! - Eat my burrito!\nYou a fuckin' seagull - up in Francisco!\nI'm up in a Regal - still in my pea coat!\nMurder's what - she wrote; this is mo' evil!\nThis is less than zero! - Don't be a - hero!\nNigga I'm a pharaoh - with double barrels!\nGoose bumps - hair rose - when I shoot these arrows\nAt your Camaro's - pullin' down - Melrose!\nStill down with - Elkos! - 'Til the fuckin cell close!\nNigga don't - test me! - You're gonna fail those!\nThey should arrest me! - Blow like Dizzy Gillespie!\nI don't aim where yo' vest be! - Bang!\nI'm too hot to stop! - Walkin' up with two Glocks!\nWay more than two shots. - That'll make your roof drop!\nHouse shoes, blue top! - Money like I move rocks!\nDissin' will get you socked - and yo' bitch move wop!\nWhole crew popped - by this old school new shot!\nG niggaz still keep my weed in a shoebox!\nDippin' rollin' through blocks; dippin' while the crew pops!\nEatin' chicken dinners in my cutoffs and tube socks!\nPlay my shit alota DJ's they do not\nCause me and bitch niggaz don't - mix like - two cocks!\nWho knocks with them pocket rockets that'll shoot dots\nHave your skull on the news lookin' like 'Goulash'!\nWhen they ask who the top don't mention us as foolish!\nEat yo' ass up - like a pack of barracudas!\nPut the barrel to ya! - Like we never knew ya!\nSend the metal through ya; Da Lench Mob shooters!\nI know vatos and they get popped most\nNiggaz that flip mo' - chicken than Bosco's!\nSquattin' down the block low! - Hop in that hot fo'!\nAnd I can spot Poles when they not in cop clothes!\nSquabble with the combos. - Maylay got those!\nCrates or case, boxloads like they came from Costco's.\nThey be poppin' bottles! - We knockin' hollows.\nPromise by tomorrow I can have the spot closed!\nTalkin' pronto; somethin' like a lotto.\nChips and cheese; fuck meat! Nigga these nachos!\nSpeakin' on guap' though - cause that's a combo\nKeep my green on the side like it was Cilantro.\nComin' with the honchos! - That's in a stock Rolls.\nAnd everythang up out they mouth is like the gospel.\nIt won't stop flow! Oh, I'm not though\nLench Mob! - Big swanger, don't bang is the motto!\nMotherfuckers tell me - (I'm too WestCoast!)\nThey act like they scared of me! - (I'm too WestCoast!) {4x}\n(The Grand Wizard... Ice Cube! AHHHHahahahahaa!)\n\"I Am The West\"\nCube!\nGot another one...\nI be tellin' these niggaz and bitches on the bottom they need to drink some of this Kool-Aid!\n\"Drink The Kool-Aid\", bitch!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Too West Coast\n  artist: Ice Cube\n  album: I Am the West\n  duration_ms: 197784\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  My ego - is big as Heathrow*\n  Yup this a lethal! - Easy as a free throw!\n  Yes, this - negro is rather lethal!\n  You about as lethal - as a mojito!\n  Be my Amigo! - Eat my burrito!\n  You a fuckin' seagull - up in Francisco!\n  I'm up in a Regal - still in my pea coat!\n  Murder's what - she wrote; this is mo' evil!\n  This is less than zero! - Don't be a - hero!\n  Nigga I'm a pharaoh - with double barrels!\n  Goose bumps - hair rose - when I shoot these arrows\n  At your Camaro's - pullin' down - Melrose!\n  Still down with - Elkos! - 'Til the fuckin cell close!\n  Nigga don't - test me! - You're gonna fail those!\n  They should arrest me! - Blow like Dizzy Gillespie!\n  I don't aim where yo' vest be! - Bang!\n  I'm too hot to stop! - Walkin' up with two Glocks!\n  Way more than two shots. - That'll make your roof drop!\n  House shoes, blue top! - Money like I move rocks!\n  Dissin' will get you socked - and yo' bitch move wop!\n  Whole crew popped - by this old school new shot!\n  G niggaz still keep my weed in a shoebox!\n  Dippin' rollin' through blocks; dippin' while the crew pops!\n  Eatin' chicken dinners in my cutoffs and tube socks!\n  Play my shit alota DJ's they do not\n  Cause me and bitch niggaz don't - mix like - two cocks!\n  Who knocks with them pocket rockets that'll shoot dots\n  Have your skull on the news lookin' like 'Goulash'!\n  When they ask who the top don't mention us as foolish!\n  Eat yo' ass up - like a pack of barracudas!\n  Put the barrel to ya! - Like we never knew ya!\n  Send the metal through ya; Da Lench Mob shooters!\n  I know vatos and they get popped most\n  Niggaz that flip mo' - chicken than Bosco's!\n  Squattin' down the block low! - Hop in that hot fo'!\n  And I can spot Poles when they not in cop clothes!\n  Squabble with the combos. - Maylay got those!\n  Crates or case, boxloads like they came from Costco's.\n  They be poppin' bottles! - We knockin' hollows.\n  Promise by tomorrow I can have the spot closed!\n  Talkin' pronto; somethin' like a lotto.\n  Chips and cheese; fuck meat! Nigga these nachos!\n  Speakin' on guap' though - cause that's a combo\n  Keep my green on the side like it was Cilantro.\n  Comin' with the honchos! - That's in a stock Rolls.\n  And everythang up out they mouth is like the gospel.\n  It won't stop flow! Oh, I'm not though\n  Lench Mob! - Big swanger, don't bang is the motto!\n  Motherfuckers tell me - (I'm too WestCoast!)\n  They act like they scared of me! - (I'm too WestCoast!) {4x}\n  (The Grand Wizard... Ice Cube! AHHHHahahahahaa!)\n  \"I Am The West\"\n  Cube!\n  Got another one...\n  I be tellin' these niggaz and bitches on the bottom they need to drink some of this Kool-Aid!\n  \"Drink The Kool-Aid\", bitch!\n"},{"id":9353412,"name":"Too West Coast","trackName":"Too West Coast","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"I Am The West","duration":178.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My ego - is big as Heathrow*\nYup this a lethal! - Easy as a free throw!\nYes, this - negro is rather lethal!\nYou about as lethal - as a mojito!\nBe my Amigo! - Eat my burrito!\nYou a fuckin' seagull - up in Francisco!\nI'm up in a Regal - still in my pea coat!\nMurder's what - she wrote; this is mo' evil!\nThis is less than zero! - Don't be a - hero!\nNigga I'm a pharaoh - with double barrels!\nGoose bumps - hair rose - when I shoot these arrows\nAt your Camaro's - pullin' down - Melrose!\nStill down with - Elkos! - 'Til the fuckin cell close!\nNigga don't - test me! - You're gonna fail those!\nThey should arrest me! - Blow like Dizzy Gillespie!\nI don't aim where yo' vest be! - Bang!\nI'm too hot to stop! - Walkin' up with two Glocks!\nWay more than two shots. - That'll make your roof drop!\nHouse shoes, blue top! - Money like I move rocks!\nDissin' will get you socked - and yo' bitch move wop!\nWhole crew popped - by this old school new shot!\nG niggaz still keep my weed in a shoebox!\nDippin' rollin' through blocks; dippin' while the crew pops!\nEatin' chicken dinners in my cutoffs and tube socks!\nPlay my shit alota DJ's they do not\nCause me and bitch niggaz don't - mix like - two cocks!\nWho knocks with them pocket rockets that'll shoot dots\nHave your skull on the news lookin' like 'Goulash'!\nWhen they ask who the top don't mention us as foolish!\nEat yo' ass up - like a pack of barracudas!\nPut the barrel to ya! - Like we never knew ya!\nSend the metal through ya; Da Lench Mob shooters!\nI know vatos and they get popped most\nNiggaz that flip mo' - chicken than Bosco's!\nSquattin' down the block low! - Hop in that hot fo'!\nAnd I can spot Poles when they not in cop clothes!\nSquabble with the combos. - Maylay got those!\nCrates or case, boxloads like they came from Costco's.\nThey be poppin' bottles! - We knockin' hollows.\nPromise by tomorrow I can have the spot closed!\nTalkin' pronto; somethin' like a lotto.\nChips and cheese; fuck meat! Nigga these nachos!\nSpeakin' on guap' though - cause that's a combo\nKeep my green on the side like it was Cilantro.\nComin' with the honchos! - That's in a stock Rolls.\nAnd everythang up out they mouth is like the gospel.\nIt won't stop flow! Oh, I'm not though\nLench Mob! - Big swanger, don't bang is the motto!\nMotherfuckers tell me - (I'm too WestCoast!)\nThey act like they scared of me! - (I'm too WestCoast!) {4x}\n(The Grand Wizard... Ice Cube! AHHHHahahahahaa!)\n\"I Am The West\"\nCube!\nGot another one...\nI be tellin' these niggaz and bitches on the bottom they need to drink some of this Kool-Aid!\n\"Drink The Kool-Aid\", bitch!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Too West Coast\n  artist: Ice Cube\n  album: I Am The West\n  duration_ms: 178000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  My ego - is big as Heathrow*\n  Yup this a lethal! - Easy as a free throw!\n  Yes, this - negro is rather lethal!\n  You about as lethal - as a mojito!\n  Be my Amigo! - Eat my burrito!\n  You a fuckin' seagull - up in Francisco!\n  I'm up in a Regal - still in my pea coat!\n  Murder's what - she wrote; this is mo' evil!\n  This is less than zero! - Don't be a - hero!\n  Nigga I'm a pharaoh - with double barrels!\n  Goose bumps - hair rose - when I shoot these arrows\n  At your Camaro's - pullin' down - Melrose!\n  Still down with - Elkos! - 'Til the fuckin cell close!\n  Nigga don't - test me! - You're gonna fail those!\n  They should arrest me! - Blow like Dizzy Gillespie!\n  I don't aim where yo' vest be! - Bang!\n  I'm too hot to stop! - Walkin' up with two Glocks!\n  Way more than two shots. - That'll make your roof drop!\n  House shoes, blue top! - Money like I move rocks!\n  Dissin' will get you socked - and yo' bitch move wop!\n  Whole crew popped - by this old school new shot!\n  G niggaz still keep my weed in a shoebox!\n  Dippin' rollin' through blocks; dippin' while the crew pops!\n  Eatin' chicken dinners in my cutoffs and tube socks!\n  Play my shit alota DJ's they do not\n  Cause me and bitch niggaz don't - mix like - two cocks!\n  Who knocks with them pocket rockets that'll shoot dots\n  Have your skull on the news lookin' like 'Goulash'!\n  When they ask who the top don't mention us as foolish!\n  Eat yo' ass up - like a pack of barracudas!\n  Put the barrel to ya! - Like we never knew ya!\n  Send the metal through ya; Da Lench Mob shooters!\n  I know vatos and they get popped most\n  Niggaz that flip mo' - chicken than Bosco's!\n  Squattin' down the block low! - Hop in that hot fo'!\n  And I can spot Poles when they not in cop clothes!\n  Squabble with the combos. - Maylay got those!\n  Crates or case, boxloads like they came from Costco's.\n  They be poppin' bottles! - We knockin' hollows.\n  Promise by tomorrow I can have the spot closed!\n  Talkin' pronto; somethin' like a lotto.\n  Chips and cheese; fuck meat! Nigga these nachos!\n  Speakin' on guap' though - cause that's a combo\n  Keep my green on the side like it was Cilantro.\n  Comin' with the honchos! - That's in a stock Rolls.\n  And everythang up out they mouth is like the gospel.\n  It won't stop flow! Oh, I'm not though\n  Lench Mob! - Big swanger, don't bang is the motto!\n  Motherfuckers tell me - (I'm too WestCoast!)\n  They act like they scared of me! - (I'm too WestCoast!) {4x}\n  (The Grand Wizard... Ice Cube! AHHHHahahahahaa!)\n  \"I Am The West\"\n  Cube!\n  Got another one...\n  I be tellin' these niggaz and bitches on the bottom they need to drink some of this Kool-Aid!\n  \"Drink The Kool-Aid\", bitch!\n"},{"id":10118965,"name":"Too West Coast","trackName":"Too West Coast","artistName":"Ice Cube, WC, Maylay","albumName":"I Am The West","duration":178.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My ego - is big as Heathrow*\nYup this a lethal! - Easy as a free throw!\nYes, this - negro is rather lethal!\nYou about as lethal - as a mojito!\nBe my Amigo! - Eat my burrito!\nYou a fuckin' seagull - up in Francisco!\nI'm up in a Regal - still in my pea coat!\nMurder's what - she wrote; this is mo' evil!\nThis is less than zero! - Don't be a - hero!\nNigga I'm a pharaoh - with double barrels!\nGoose bumps - hair rose - when I shoot these arrows\nAt your Camaro's - pullin' down - Melrose!\nStill down with - Elkos! - 'Til the fuckin cell close!\nNigga don't - test me! - You're gonna fail those!\nThey should arrest me! - Blow like Dizzy Gillespie!\nI don't aim where yo' vest be! - Bang!\nI'm too hot to stop! - Walkin' up with two Glocks!\nWay more than two shots. - That'll make your roof drop!\nHouse shoes, blue top! - Money like I move rocks!\nDissin' will get you socked - and yo' bitch move wop!\nWhole crew popped - by this old school new shot!\nG niggaz still keep my weed in a shoebox!\nDippin' rollin' through blocks; dippin' while the crew pops!\nEatin' chicken dinners in my cutoffs and tube socks!\nPlay my shit alota DJ's they do not\nCause me and bitch niggaz don't - mix like - two cocks!\nWho knocks with them pocket rockets that'll shoot dots\nHave your skull on the news lookin' like 'Goulash'!\nWhen they ask who the top don't mention us as foolish!\nEat yo' ass up - like a pack of barracudas!\nPut the barrel to ya! - Like we never knew ya!\nSend the metal through ya; Da Lench Mob shooters!\nI know vatos and they get popped most\nNiggaz that flip mo' - chicken than Bosco's!\nSquattin' down the block low! - Hop in that hot fo'!\nAnd I can spot Poles when they not in cop clothes!\nSquabble with the combos. - Maylay got those!\nCrates or case, boxloads like they came from Costco's.\nThey be poppin' bottles! - We knockin' hollows.\nPromise by tomorrow I can have the spot closed!\nTalkin' pronto; somethin' like a lotto.\nChips and cheese; fuck meat! Nigga these nachos!\nSpeakin' on guap' though - cause that's a combo\nKeep my green on the side like it was Cilantro.\nComin' with the honchos! - That's in a stock Rolls.\nAnd everythang up out they mouth is like the gospel.\nIt won't stop flow! Oh, I'm not though\nLench Mob! - Big swanger, don't bang is the motto!\nMotherfuckers tell me - (I'm too WestCoast!)\nThey act like they scared of me! - (I'm too WestCoast!) {4x}\n(The Grand Wizard... Ice Cube! AHHHHahahahahaa!)\n\"I Am The West\"\nCube!\nGot another one...\nI be tellin' these niggaz and bitches on the bottom they need to drink some of this Kool-Aid!\n\"Drink The Kool-Aid\", bitch!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Too West Coast\n  artist: Ice Cube, WC, Maylay\n  album: I Am The West\n  duration_ms: 178000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  My ego - is big as Heathrow*\n  Yup this a lethal! - Easy as a free throw!\n  Yes, this - negro is rather lethal!\n  You about as lethal - as a mojito!\n  Be my Amigo! - Eat my burrito!\n  You a fuckin' seagull - up in Francisco!\n  I'm up in a Regal - still in my pea coat!\n  Murder's what - she wrote; this is mo' evil!\n  This is less than zero! - Don't be a - hero!\n  Nigga I'm a pharaoh - with double barrels!\n  Goose bumps - hair rose - when I shoot these arrows\n  At your Camaro's - pullin' down - Melrose!\n  Still down with - Elkos! - 'Til the fuckin cell close!\n  Nigga don't - test me! - You're gonna fail those!\n  They should arrest me! - Blow like Dizzy Gillespie!\n  I don't aim where yo' vest be! - Bang!\n  I'm too hot to stop! - Walkin' up with two Glocks!\n  Way more than two shots. - That'll make your roof drop!\n  House shoes, blue top! - Money like I move rocks!\n  Dissin' will get you socked - and yo' bitch move wop!\n  Whole crew popped - by this old school new shot!\n  G niggaz still keep my weed in a shoebox!\n  Dippin' rollin' through blocks; dippin' while the crew pops!\n  Eatin' chicken dinners in my cutoffs and tube socks!\n  Play my shit alota DJ's they do not\n  Cause me and bitch niggaz don't - mix like - two cocks!\n  Who knocks with them pocket rockets that'll shoot dots\n  Have your skull on the news lookin' like 'Goulash'!\n  When they ask who the top don't mention us as foolish!\n  Eat yo' ass up - like a pack of barracudas!\n  Put the barrel to ya! - Like we never knew ya!\n  Send the metal through ya; Da Lench Mob shooters!\n  I know vatos and they get popped most\n  Niggaz that flip mo' - chicken than Bosco's!\n  Squattin' down the block low! - Hop in that hot fo'!\n  And I can spot Poles when they not in cop clothes!\n  Squabble with the combos. - Maylay got those!\n  Crates or case, boxloads like they came from Costco's.\n  They be poppin' bottles! - We knockin' hollows.\n  Promise by tomorrow I can have the spot closed!\n  Talkin' pronto; somethin' like a lotto.\n  Chips and cheese; fuck meat! Nigga these nachos!\n  Speakin' on guap' though - cause that's a combo\n  Keep my green on the side like it was Cilantro.\n  Comin' with the honchos! - That's in a stock Rolls.\n  And everythang up out they mouth is like the gospel.\n  It won't stop flow! Oh, I'm not though\n  Lench Mob! - Big swanger, don't bang is the motto!\n  Motherfuckers tell me - (I'm too WestCoast!)\n  They act like they scared of me! - (I'm too WestCoast!) {4x}\n  (The Grand Wizard... Ice Cube! AHHHHahahahahaa!)\n  \"I Am The West\"\n  Cube!\n  Got another one...\n  I be tellin' these niggaz and bitches on the bottom they need to drink some of this Kool-Aid!\n  \"Drink The Kool-Aid\", bitch!\n"},{"id":2125925,"name":"Too West Coast","trackName":"Too West Coast","artistName":"Ice Cube feat. WC & Maylay","albumName":"I Am The West","duration":178.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My ego - is big as Heathrow*\nYup this a lethal! - Easy as a free throw!\nYes, this - negro is rather lethal!\nYou about as lethal - as a mojito!\nBe my Amigo! - Eat my burrito!\nYou a fuckin' seagull - up in Francisco!\nI'm up in a Regal - still in my pea coat!\nMurder's what - she wrote; this is mo' evil!\nThis is less than zero! - Don't be a - hero!\nNigga I'm a pharaoh - with double barrels!\nGoose bumps - hair rose - when I shoot these arrows\nAt your Camaro's - pullin' down - Melrose!\nStill down with - Elkos! - 'Til the fuckin cell close!\nNigga don't - test me! - You're gonna fail those!\nThey should arrest me! - Blow like Dizzy Gillespie!\nI don't aim where yo' vest be! - Bang!\nI'm too hot to stop! - Walkin' up with two Glocks!\nWay more than two shots. - That'll make your roof drop!\nHouse shoes, blue top! - Money like I move rocks!\nDissin' will get you socked - and yo' bitch move wop!\nWhole crew popped - by this old school new shot!\nG niggaz still keep my weed in a shoebox!\nDippin' rollin' through blocks; dippin' while the crew pops!\nEatin' chicken dinners in my cutoffs and tube socks!\nPlay my shit alota DJ's they do not\nCause me and bitch niggaz don't - mix like - two cocks!\nWho knocks with them pocket rockets that'll shoot dots\nHave your skull on the news lookin' like 'Goulash'!\nWhen they ask who the top don't mention us as foolish!\nEat yo' ass up - like a pack of barracudas!\nPut the barrel to ya! - Like we never knew ya!\nSend the metal through ya; Da Lench Mob shooters!\nI know vatos and they get popped most\nNiggaz that flip mo' - chicken than Bosco's!\nSquattin' down the block low! - Hop in that hot fo'!\nAnd I can spot Poles when they not in cop clothes!\nSquabble with the combos. - Maylay got those!\nCrates or case, boxloads like they came from Costco's.\nThey be poppin' bottles! - We knockin' hollows.\nPromise by tomorrow I can have the spot closed!\nTalkin' pronto; somethin' like a lotto.\nChips and cheese; fuck meat! Nigga these nachos!\nSpeakin' on guap' though - cause that's a combo\nKeep my green on the side like it was Cilantro.\nComin' with the honchos! - That's in a stock Rolls.\nAnd everythang up out they mouth is like the gospel.\nIt won't stop flow! Oh, I'm not though\nLench Mob! - Big swanger, don't bang is the motto!\nMotherfuckers tell me - (I'm too WestCoast!)\nThey act like they scared of me! - (I'm too WestCoast!) {4x}\n(The Grand Wizard... Ice Cube! AHHHHahahahahaa!)\n\"I Am The West\"\nCube!\nGot another one...\nI be tellin' these niggaz and bitches on the bottom they need to drink some of this Kool-Aid!\n\"Drink The Kool-Aid\", bitch!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Too West Coast\n  artist: Ice Cube feat. WC & Maylay\n  album: I Am The West\n  duration_ms: 178000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  My ego - is big as Heathrow*\n  Yup this a lethal! - Easy as a free throw!\n  Yes, this - negro is rather lethal!\n  You about as lethal - as a mojito!\n  Be my Amigo! - Eat my burrito!\n  You a fuckin' seagull - up in Francisco!\n  I'm up in a Regal - still in my pea coat!\n  Murder's what - she wrote; this is mo' evil!\n  This is less than zero! - Don't be a - hero!\n  Nigga I'm a pharaoh - with double barrels!\n  Goose bumps - hair rose - when I shoot these arrows\n  At your Camaro's - pullin' down - Melrose!\n  Still down with - Elkos! - 'Til the fuckin cell close!\n  Nigga don't - test me! - You're gonna fail those!\n  They should arrest me! - Blow like Dizzy Gillespie!\n  I don't aim where yo' vest be! - Bang!\n  I'm too hot to stop! - Walkin' up with two Glocks!\n  Way more than two shots. - That'll make your roof drop!\n  House shoes, blue top! - Money like I move rocks!\n  Dissin' will get you socked - and yo' bitch move wop!\n  Whole crew popped - by this old school new shot!\n  G niggaz still keep my weed in a shoebox!\n  Dippin' rollin' through blocks; dippin' while the crew pops!\n  Eatin' chicken dinners in my cutoffs and tube socks!\n  Play my shit alota DJ's they do not\n  Cause me and bitch niggaz don't - mix like - two cocks!\n  Who knocks with them pocket rockets that'll shoot dots\n  Have your skull on the news lookin' like 'Goulash'!\n  When they ask who the top don't mention us as foolish!\n  Eat yo' ass up - like a pack of barracudas!\n  Put the barrel to ya! - Like we never knew ya!\n  Send the metal through ya; Da Lench Mob shooters!\n  I know vatos and they get popped most\n  Niggaz that flip mo' - chicken than Bosco's!\n  Squattin' down the block low! - Hop in that hot fo'!\n  And I can spot Poles when they not in cop clothes!\n  Squabble with the combos. - Maylay got those!\n  Crates or case, boxloads like they came from Costco's.\n  They be poppin' bottles! - We knockin' hollows.\n  Promise by tomorrow I can have the spot closed!\n  Talkin' pronto; somethin' like a lotto.\n  Chips and cheese; fuck meat! Nigga these nachos!\n  Speakin' on guap' though - cause that's a combo\n  Keep my green on the side like it was Cilantro.\n  Comin' with the honchos! - That's in a stock Rolls.\n  And everythang up out they mouth is like the gospel.\n  It won't stop flow! Oh, I'm not though\n  Lench Mob! - Big swanger, don't bang is the motto!\n  Motherfuckers tell me - (I'm too WestCoast!)\n  They act like they scared of me! - (I'm too WestCoast!) {4x}\n  (The Grand Wizard... Ice Cube! AHHHHahahahahaa!)\n  \"I Am The West\"\n  Cube!\n  Got another one...\n  I be tellin' these niggaz and bitches on the bottom they need to drink some of this Kool-Aid!\n  \"Drink The Kool-Aid\", bitch!\n"},{"id":30680949,"name":"Too West Coast","trackName":"Too West Coast","artistName":"Ice Cube feat․ WC & Maylay","albumName":"I Am The West","duration":178.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My ego - is big as Heathrow*\nYup this a lethal! - Easy as a free throw!\nYes, this - negro is rather lethal!\nYou about as lethal - as a mojito!\nBe my Amigo! - Eat my burrito!\nYou a fuckin' seagull - up in Francisco!\nI'm up in a Regal - still in my pea coat!\nMurder's what - she wrote; this is mo' evil!\nThis is less than zero! - Don't be a - hero!\nNigga I'm a pharaoh - with double barrels!\nGoose bumps - hair rose - when I shoot these arrows\nAt your Camaro's - pullin' down - Melrose!\nStill down with - Elkos! - 'Til the fuckin cell close!\nNigga don't - test me! - You're gonna fail those!\nThey should arrest me! - Blow like Dizzy Gillespie!\nI don't aim where yo' vest be! - Bang!\nI'm too hot to stop! - Walkin' up with two Glocks!\nWay more than two shots. - That'll make your roof drop!\nHouse shoes, blue top! - Money like I move rocks!\nDissin' will get you socked - and yo' bitch move wop!\nWhole crew popped - by this old school new shot!\nG niggaz still keep my weed in a shoebox!\nDippin' rollin' through blocks; dippin' while the crew pops!\nEatin' chicken dinners in my cutoffs and tube socks!\nPlay my shit alota DJ's they do not\nCause me and bitch niggaz don't - mix like - two cocks!\nWho knocks with them pocket rockets that'll shoot dots\nHave your skull on the news lookin' like 'Goulash'!\nWhen they ask who the top don't mention us as foolish!\nEat yo' ass up - like a pack of barracudas!\nPut the barrel to ya! - Like we never knew ya!\nSend the metal through ya; Da Lench Mob shooters!\nI know vatos and they get popped most\nNiggaz that flip mo' - chicken than Bosco's!\nSquattin' down the block low! - Hop in that hot fo'!\nAnd I can spot Poles when they not in cop clothes!\nSquabble with the combos. - Maylay got those!\nCrates or case, boxloads like they came from Costco's.\nThey be poppin' bottles! - We knockin' hollows.\nPromise by tomorrow I can have the spot closed!\nTalkin' pronto; somethin' like a lotto.\nChips and cheese; fuck meat! Nigga these nachos!\nSpeakin' on guap' though - cause that's a combo\nKeep my green on the side like it was Cilantro.\nComin' with the honchos! - That's in a stock Rolls.\nAnd everythang up out they mouth is like the gospel.\nIt won't stop flow! Oh, I'm not though\nLench Mob! - Big swanger, don't bang is the motto!\nMotherfuckers tell me - (I'm too WestCoast!)\nThey act like they scared of me! - (I'm too WestCoast!) {4x}\n(The Grand Wizard... Ice Cube! AHHHHahahahahaa!)\n\"I Am The West\"\nCube!\nGot another one...\nI be tellin' these niggaz and bitches on the bottom they need to drink some of this Kool-Aid!\n\"Drink The Kool-Aid\", bitch!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Too West Coast\n  artist: Ice Cube feat․ WC & Maylay\n  album: I Am The West\n  duration_ms: 178000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  My ego - is big as Heathrow*\n  Yup this a lethal! - Easy as a free throw!\n  Yes, this - negro is rather lethal!\n  You about as lethal - as a mojito!\n  Be my Amigo! - Eat my burrito!\n  You a fuckin' seagull - up in Francisco!\n  I'm up in a Regal - still in my pea coat!\n  Murder's what - she wrote; this is mo' evil!\n  This is less than zero! - Don't be a - hero!\n  Nigga I'm a pharaoh - with double barrels!\n  Goose bumps - hair rose - when I shoot these arrows\n  At your Camaro's - pullin' down - Melrose!\n  Still down with - Elkos! - 'Til the fuckin cell close!\n  Nigga don't - test me! - You're gonna fail those!\n  They should arrest me! - Blow like Dizzy Gillespie!\n  I don't aim where yo' vest be! - Bang!\n  I'm too hot to stop! - Walkin' up with two Glocks!\n  Way more than two shots. - That'll make your roof drop!\n  House shoes, blue top! - Money like I move rocks!\n  Dissin' will get you socked - and yo' bitch move wop!\n  Whole crew popped - by this old school new shot!\n  G niggaz still keep my weed in a shoebox!\n  Dippin' rollin' through blocks; dippin' while the crew pops!\n  Eatin' chicken dinners in my cutoffs and tube socks!\n  Play my shit alota DJ's they do not\n  Cause me and bitch niggaz don't - mix like - two cocks!\n  Who knocks with them pocket rockets that'll shoot dots\n  Have your skull on the news lookin' like 'Goulash'!\n  When they ask who the top don't mention us as foolish!\n  Eat yo' ass up - like a pack of barracudas!\n  Put the barrel to ya! - Like we never knew ya!\n  Send the metal through ya; Da Lench Mob shooters!\n  I know vatos and they get popped most\n  Niggaz that flip mo' - chicken than Bosco's!\n  Squattin' down the block low! - Hop in that hot fo'!\n  And I can spot Poles when they not in cop clothes!\n  Squabble with the combos. - Maylay got those!\n  Crates or case, boxloads like they came from Costco's.\n  They be poppin' bottles! - We knockin' hollows.\n  Promise by tomorrow I can have the spot closed!\n  Talkin' pronto; somethin' like a lotto.\n  Chips and cheese; fuck meat! Nigga these nachos!\n  Speakin' on guap' though - cause that's a combo\n  Keep my green on the side like it was Cilantro.\n  Comin' with the honchos! - That's in a stock Rolls.\n  And everythang up out they mouth is like the gospel.\n  It won't stop flow! Oh, I'm not though\n  Lench Mob! - Big swanger, don't bang is the motto!\n  Motherfuckers tell me - (I'm too WestCoast!)\n  They act like they scared of me! - (I'm too WestCoast!) {4x}\n  (The Grand Wizard... Ice Cube! AHHHHahahahahaa!)\n  \"I Am The West\"\n  Cube!\n  Got another one...\n  I be tellin' these niggaz and bitches on the bottom they need to drink some of this Kool-Aid!\n  \"Drink The Kool-Aid\", bitch!\n"},{"id":2125926,"name":"Too West Coast (feat. WC & Maylay)","trackName":"Too West Coast (feat. WC & Maylay)","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"I Am the West","duration":178.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My ego - is big as Heathrow*\nYup this a lethal! - Easy as a free throw!\nYes, this - negro is rather lethal!\nYou about as lethal - as a mojito!\nBe my Amigo! - Eat my burrito!\nYou a fuckin' seagull - up in Francisco!\nI'm up in a Regal - still in my pea coat!\nMurder's what - she wrote; this is mo' evil!\nThis is less than zero! - Don't be a - hero!\nNigga I'm a pharaoh - with double barrels!\nGoose bumps - hair rose - when I shoot these arrows\nAt your Camaro's - pullin' down - Melrose!\nStill down with - Elkos! - 'Til the fuckin cell close!\nNigga don't - test me! - You're gonna fail those!\nThey should arrest me! - Blow like Dizzy Gillespie!\nI don't aim where yo' vest be! - Bang!\nI'm too hot to stop! - Walkin' up with two Glocks!\nWay more than two shots. - That'll make your roof drop!\nHouse shoes, blue top! - Money like I move rocks!\nDissin' will get you socked - and yo' bitch move wop!\nWhole crew popped - by this old school new shot!\nG niggaz still keep my weed in a shoebox!\nDippin' rollin' through blocks; dippin' while the crew pops!\nEatin' chicken dinners in my cutoffs and tube socks!\nPlay my shit alota DJ's they do not\nCause me and bitch niggaz don't - mix like - two cocks!\nWho knocks with them pocket rockets that'll shoot dots\nHave your skull on the news lookin' like 'Goulash'!\nWhen they ask who the top don't mention us as foolish!\nEat yo' ass up - like a pack of barracudas!\nPut the barrel to ya! - Like we never knew ya!\nSend the metal through ya; Da Lench Mob shooters!\nI know vatos and they get popped most\nNiggaz that flip mo' - chicken than Bosco's!\nSquattin' down the block low! - Hop in that hot fo'!\nAnd I can spot Poles when they not in cop clothes!\nSquabble with the combos. - Maylay got those!\nCrates or case, boxloads like they came from Costco's.\nThey be poppin' bottles! - We knockin' hollows.\nPromise by tomorrow I can have the spot closed!\nTalkin' pronto; somethin' like a lotto.\nChips and cheese; fuck meat! Nigga these nachos!\nSpeakin' on guap' though - cause that's a combo\nKeep my green on the side like it was Cilantro.\nComin' with the honchos! - That's in a stock Rolls.\nAnd everythang up out they mouth is like the gospel.\nIt won't stop flow! Oh, I'm not though\nLench Mob! - Big swanger, don't bang is the motto!\nMotherfuckers tell me - (I'm too WestCoast!)\nThey act like they scared of me! - (I'm too WestCoast!) {4x}\n(The Grand Wizard... Ice Cube! AHHHHahahahahaa!)\n\"I Am The West\"\nCube!\nGot another one...\nI be tellin' these niggaz and bitches on the bottom they need to drink some of this Kool-Aid!\n\"Drink The Kool-Aid\", bitch!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Too West Coast (feat. WC & Maylay)\n  artist: Ice Cube\n  album: I Am the West\n  duration_ms: 178000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  My ego - is big as Heathrow*\n  Yup this a lethal! - Easy as a free throw!\n  Yes, this - negro is rather lethal!\n  You about as lethal - as a mojito!\n  Be my Amigo! - Eat my burrito!\n  You a fuckin' seagull - up in Francisco!\n  I'm up in a Regal - still in my pea coat!\n  Murder's what - she wrote; this is mo' evil!\n  This is less than zero! - Don't be a - hero!\n  Nigga I'm a pharaoh - with double barrels!\n  Goose bumps - hair rose - when I shoot these arrows\n  At your Camaro's - pullin' down - Melrose!\n  Still down with - Elkos! - 'Til the fuckin cell close!\n  Nigga don't - test me! - You're gonna fail those!\n  They should arrest me! - Blow like Dizzy Gillespie!\n  I don't aim where yo' vest be! - Bang!\n  I'm too hot to stop! - Walkin' up with two Glocks!\n  Way more than two shots. - That'll make your roof drop!\n  House shoes, blue top! - Money like I move rocks!\n  Dissin' will get you socked - and yo' bitch move wop!\n  Whole crew popped - by this old school new shot!\n  G niggaz still keep my weed in a shoebox!\n  Dippin' rollin' through blocks; dippin' while the crew pops!\n  Eatin' chicken dinners in my cutoffs and tube socks!\n  Play my shit alota DJ's they do not\n  Cause me and bitch niggaz don't - mix like - two cocks!\n  Who knocks with them pocket rockets that'll shoot dots\n  Have your skull on the news lookin' like 'Goulash'!\n  When they ask who the top don't mention us as foolish!\n  Eat yo' ass up - like a pack of barracudas!\n  Put the barrel to ya! - Like we never knew ya!\n  Send the metal through ya; Da Lench Mob shooters!\n  I know vatos and they get popped most\n  Niggaz that flip mo' - chicken than Bosco's!\n  Squattin' down the block low! - Hop in that hot fo'!\n  And I can spot Poles when they not in cop clothes!\n  Squabble with the combos. - Maylay got those!\n  Crates or case, boxloads like they came from Costco's.\n  They be poppin' bottles! - We knockin' hollows.\n  Promise by tomorrow I can have the spot closed!\n  Talkin' pronto; somethin' like a lotto.\n  Chips and cheese; fuck meat! Nigga these nachos!\n  Speakin' on guap' though - cause that's a combo\n  Keep my green on the side like it was Cilantro.\n  Comin' with the honchos! - That's in a stock Rolls.\n  And everythang up out they mouth is like the gospel.\n  It won't stop flow! Oh, I'm not though\n  Lench Mob! - Big swanger, don't bang is the motto!\n  Motherfuckers tell me - (I'm too WestCoast!)\n  They act like they scared of me! - (I'm too WestCoast!) {4x}\n  (The Grand Wizard... Ice Cube! AHHHHahahahahaa!)\n  \"I Am The West\"\n  Cube!\n  Got another one...\n  I be tellin' these niggaz and bitches on the bottom they need to drink some of this Kool-Aid!\n  \"Drink The Kool-Aid\", bitch!\n"},{"id":6499412,"name":"Too West Coast","trackName":"Too West Coast","artistName":"Ice Cube feat. 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Nigga these nachos!\nSpeakin' on guap' though - cause that's a combo\nKeep my green on the side like it was Cilantro.\nComin' with the honchos! - That's in a stock Rolls.\nAnd everythang up out they mouth is like the gospel.\nIt won't stop flow! Oh, I'm not though\nLench Mob! - Big swanger, don't bang is the motto!\nMotherfuckers tell me - (I'm too WestCoast!)\nThey act like they scared of me! - (I'm too WestCoast!) {4x}\n(The Grand Wizard... Ice Cube! AHHHHahahahahaa!)\n\"I Am The West\"\nCube!\nGot another one...\nI be tellin' these niggaz and bitches on the bottom they need to drink some of this Kool-Aid!\n\"Drink The Kool-Aid\", bitch!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Too West Coast\n  artist: Ice Cube feat. WC & Young Maylay\n  album: I Am the West\n  duration_ms: 178000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  My ego - is big as Heathrow*\n  Yup this a lethal! - Easy as a free throw!\n  Yes, this - negro is rather lethal!\n  You about as lethal - as a mojito!\n  Be my Amigo! - Eat my burrito!\n  You a fuckin' seagull - up in Francisco!\n  I'm up in a Regal - still in my pea coat!\n  Murder's what - she wrote; this is mo' evil!\n  This is less than zero! - Don't be a - hero!\n  Nigga I'm a pharaoh - with double barrels!\n  Goose bumps - hair rose - when I shoot these arrows\n  At your Camaro's - pullin' down - Melrose!\n  Still down with - Elkos! - 'Til the fuckin cell close!\n  Nigga don't - test me! - You're gonna fail those!\n  They should arrest me! - Blow like Dizzy Gillespie!\n  I don't aim where yo' vest be! - Bang!\n  I'm too hot to stop! - Walkin' up with two Glocks!\n  Way more than two shots. - That'll make your roof drop!\n  House shoes, blue top! - Money like I move rocks!\n  Dissin' will get you socked - and yo' bitch move wop!\n  Whole crew popped - by this old school new shot!\n  G niggaz still keep my weed in a shoebox!\n  Dippin' rollin' through blocks; dippin' while the crew pops!\n  Eatin' chicken dinners in my cutoffs and tube socks!\n  Play my shit alota DJ's they do not\n  Cause me and bitch niggaz don't - mix like - two cocks!\n  Who knocks with them pocket rockets that'll shoot dots\n  Have your skull on the news lookin' like 'Goulash'!\n  When they ask who the top don't mention us as foolish!\n  Eat yo' ass up - like a pack of barracudas!\n  Put the barrel to ya! - Like we never knew ya!\n  Send the metal through ya; Da Lench Mob shooters!\n  I know vatos and they get popped most\n  Niggaz that flip mo' - chicken than Bosco's!\n  Squattin' down the block low! - Hop in that hot fo'!\n  And I can spot Poles when they not in cop clothes!\n  Squabble with the combos. - Maylay got those!\n  Crates or case, boxloads like they came from Costco's.\n  They be poppin' bottles! - We knockin' hollows.\n  Promise by tomorrow I can have the spot closed!\n  Talkin' pronto; somethin' like a lotto.\n  Chips and cheese; fuck meat! Nigga these nachos!\n  Speakin' on guap' though - cause that's a combo\n  Keep my green on the side like it was Cilantro.\n  Comin' with the honchos! - That's in a stock Rolls.\n  And everythang up out they mouth is like the gospel.\n  It won't stop flow! Oh, I'm not though\n  Lench Mob! - Big swanger, don't bang is the motto!\n  Motherfuckers tell me - (I'm too WestCoast!)\n  They act like they scared of me! - (I'm too WestCoast!) {4x}\n  (The Grand Wizard... Ice Cube! AHHHHahahahahaa!)\n  \"I Am The West\"\n  Cube!\n  Got another one...\n  I be tellin' these niggaz and bitches on the bottom they need to drink some of this Kool-Aid!\n  \"Drink The Kool-Aid\", bitch!\n"},{"id":17295181,"name":"Too West Coast","trackName":"Too West Coast","artistName":"Ice Cube feat. WC & Maylay, Young","albumName":"I Am the West","duration":178.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My ego - is big as Heathrow*\nYup this a lethal! - Easy as a free throw!\nYes, this - negro is rather lethal!\nYou about as lethal - as a mojito!\nBe my Amigo! - Eat my burrito!\nYou a fuckin' seagull - up in Francisco!\nI'm up in a Regal - still in my pea coat!\nMurder's what - she wrote; this is mo' evil!\nThis is less than zero! - Don't be a - hero!\nNigga I'm a pharaoh - with double barrels!\nGoose bumps - hair rose - when I shoot these arrows\nAt your Camaro's - pullin' down - Melrose!\nStill down with - Elkos! - 'Til the fuckin cell close!\nNigga don't - test me! - You're gonna fail those!\nThey should arrest me! - Blow like Dizzy Gillespie!\nI don't aim where yo' vest be! - Bang!\nI'm too hot to stop! - Walkin' up with two Glocks!\nWay more than two shots. - That'll make your roof drop!\nHouse shoes, blue top! - Money like I move rocks!\nDissin' will get you socked - and yo' bitch move wop!\nWhole crew popped - by this old school new shot!\nG niggaz still keep my weed in a shoebox!\nDippin' rollin' through blocks; dippin' while the crew pops!\nEatin' chicken dinners in my cutoffs and tube socks!\nPlay my shit alota DJ's they do not\nCause me and bitch niggaz don't - mix like - two cocks!\nWho knocks with them pocket rockets that'll shoot dots\nHave your skull on the news lookin' like 'Goulash'!\nWhen they ask who the top don't mention us as foolish!\nEat yo' ass up - like a pack of barracudas!\nPut the barrel to ya! - Like we never knew ya!\nSend the metal through ya; Da Lench Mob shooters!\nI know vatos and they get popped most\nNiggaz that flip mo' - chicken than Bosco's!\nSquattin' down the block low! - Hop in that hot fo'!\nAnd I can spot Poles when they not in cop clothes!\nSquabble with the combos. - Maylay got those!\nCrates or case, boxloads like they came from Costco's.\nThey be poppin' bottles! - We knockin' hollows.\nPromise by tomorrow I can have the spot closed!\nTalkin' pronto; somethin' like a lotto.\nChips and cheese; fuck meat! Nigga these nachos!\nSpeakin' on guap' though - cause that's a combo\nKeep my green on the side like it was Cilantro.\nComin' with the honchos! - That's in a stock Rolls.\nAnd everythang up out they mouth is like the gospel.\nIt won't stop flow! Oh, I'm not though\nLench Mob! - Big swanger, don't bang is the motto!\nMotherfuckers tell me - (I'm too WestCoast!)\nThey act like they scared of me! - (I'm too WestCoast!) {4x}\n(The Grand Wizard... Ice Cube! AHHHHahahahahaa!)\n\"I Am The West\"\nCube!\nGot another one...\nI be tellin' these niggaz and bitches on the bottom they need to drink some of this Kool-Aid!\n\"Drink The Kool-Aid\", bitch!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Too West Coast\n  artist: Ice Cube feat. 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Nigga these nachos!\n  Speakin' on guap' though - cause that's a combo\n  Keep my green on the side like it was Cilantro.\n  Comin' with the honchos! - That's in a stock Rolls.\n  And everythang up out they mouth is like the gospel.\n  It won't stop flow! Oh, I'm not though\n  Lench Mob! - Big swanger, don't bang is the motto!\n  Motherfuckers tell me - (I'm too WestCoast!)\n  They act like they scared of me! - (I'm too WestCoast!) {4x}\n  (The Grand Wizard... Ice Cube! AHHHHahahahahaa!)\n  \"I Am The West\"\n  Cube!\n  Got another one...\n  I be tellin' these niggaz and bitches on the bottom they need to drink some of this Kool-Aid!\n  \"Drink The Kool-Aid\", bitch!\n"},{"id":29394355,"name":"Too West Coast feat WC & Maylay","trackName":"Too West Coast feat WC & Maylay","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"I Am The West [by Hillside]","duration":178.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My ego - is big as Heathrow*\nYup this a lethal! - Easy as a free throw!\nYes, this - negro is rather lethal!\nYou about as lethal - as a mojito!\nBe my Amigo! - Eat my burrito!\nYou a fuckin' seagull - up in Francisco!\nI'm up in a Regal - still in my pea coat!\nMurder's what - she wrote; this is mo' evil!\nThis is less than zero! - Don't be a - hero!\nNigga I'm a pharaoh - with double barrels!\nGoose bumps - hair rose - when I shoot these arrows\nAt your Camaro's - pullin' down - Melrose!\nStill down with - Elkos! - 'Til the fuckin cell close!\nNigga don't - test me! - You're gonna fail those!\nThey should arrest me! - Blow like Dizzy Gillespie!\nI don't aim where yo' vest be! - Bang!\nI'm too hot to stop! - Walkin' up with two Glocks!\nWay more than two shots. - That'll make your roof drop!\nHouse shoes, blue top! - Money like I move rocks!\nDissin' will get you socked - and yo' bitch move wop!\nWhole crew popped - by this old school new shot!\nG niggaz still keep my weed in a shoebox!\nDippin' rollin' through blocks; dippin' while the crew pops!\nEatin' chicken dinners in my cutoffs and tube socks!\nPlay my shit alota DJ's they do not\nCause me and bitch niggaz don't - mix like - two cocks!\nWho knocks with them pocket rockets that'll shoot dots\nHave your skull on the news lookin' like 'Goulash'!\nWhen they ask who the top don't mention us as foolish!\nEat yo' ass up - like a pack of barracudas!\nPut the barrel to ya! - Like we never knew ya!\nSend the metal through ya; Da Lench Mob shooters!\nI know vatos and they get popped most\nNiggaz that flip mo' - chicken than Bosco's!\nSquattin' down the block low! - Hop in that hot fo'!\nAnd I can spot Poles when they not in cop clothes!\nSquabble with the combos. - Maylay got those!\nCrates or case, boxloads like they came from Costco's.\nThey be poppin' bottles! - We knockin' hollows.\nPromise by tomorrow I can have the spot closed!\nTalkin' pronto; somethin' like a lotto.\nChips and cheese; fuck meat! Nigga these nachos!\nSpeakin' on guap' though - cause that's a combo\nKeep my green on the side like it was Cilantro.\nComin' with the honchos! - That's in a stock Rolls.\nAnd everythang up out they mouth is like the gospel.\nIt won't stop flow! Oh, I'm not though\nLench Mob! - Big swanger, don't bang is the motto!\nMotherfuckers tell me - (I'm too WestCoast!)\nThey act like they scared of me! - (I'm too WestCoast!) {4x}\n(The Grand Wizard... Ice Cube! AHHHHahahahahaa!)\n\"I Am The West\"\nCube!\nGot another one...\nI be tellin' these niggaz and bitches on the bottom they need to drink some of this Kool-Aid!\n\"Drink The Kool-Aid\", bitch!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Too West Coast feat WC & Maylay\n  artist: Ice Cube\n  album: I Am The West [by Hillside]\n  duration_ms: 178000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  My ego - is big as Heathrow*\n  Yup this a lethal! - Easy as a free throw!\n  Yes, this - negro is rather lethal!\n  You about as lethal - as a mojito!\n  Be my Amigo! - Eat my burrito!\n  You a fuckin' seagull - up in Francisco!\n  I'm up in a Regal - still in my pea coat!\n  Murder's what - she wrote; this is mo' evil!\n  This is less than zero! - Don't be a - hero!\n  Nigga I'm a pharaoh - with double barrels!\n  Goose bumps - hair rose - when I shoot these arrows\n  At your Camaro's - pullin' down - Melrose!\n  Still down with - Elkos! - 'Til the fuckin cell close!\n  Nigga don't - test me! - You're gonna fail those!\n  They should arrest me! - Blow like Dizzy Gillespie!\n  I don't aim where yo' vest be! - Bang!\n  I'm too hot to stop! - Walkin' up with two Glocks!\n  Way more than two shots. - That'll make your roof drop!\n  House shoes, blue top! - Money like I move rocks!\n  Dissin' will get you socked - and yo' bitch move wop!\n  Whole crew popped - by this old school new shot!\n  G niggaz still keep my weed in a shoebox!\n  Dippin' rollin' through blocks; dippin' while the crew pops!\n  Eatin' chicken dinners in my cutoffs and tube socks!\n  Play my shit alota DJ's they do not\n  Cause me and bitch niggaz don't - mix like - two cocks!\n  Who knocks with them pocket rockets that'll shoot dots\n  Have your skull on the news lookin' like 'Goulash'!\n  When they ask who the top don't mention us as foolish!\n  Eat yo' ass up - like a pack of barracudas!\n  Put the barrel to ya! - Like we never knew ya!\n  Send the metal through ya; Da Lench Mob shooters!\n  I know vatos and they get popped most\n  Niggaz that flip mo' - chicken than Bosco's!\n  Squattin' down the block low! - Hop in that hot fo'!\n  And I can spot Poles when they not in cop clothes!\n  Squabble with the combos. - Maylay got those!\n  Crates or case, boxloads like they came from Costco's.\n  They be poppin' bottles! - We knockin' hollows.\n  Promise by tomorrow I can have the spot closed!\n  Talkin' pronto; somethin' like a lotto.\n  Chips and cheese; fuck meat! Nigga these nachos!\n  Speakin' on guap' though - cause that's a combo\n  Keep my green on the side like it was Cilantro.\n  Comin' with the honchos! - That's in a stock Rolls.\n  And everythang up out they mouth is like the gospel.\n  It won't stop flow! Oh, I'm not though\n  Lench Mob! - Big swanger, don't bang is the motto!\n  Motherfuckers tell me - (I'm too WestCoast!)\n  They act like they scared of me! - (I'm too WestCoast!) {4x}\n  (The Grand Wizard... Ice Cube! AHHHHahahahahaa!)\n  \"I Am The West\"\n  Cube!\n  Got another one...\n  I be tellin' these niggaz and bitches on the bottom they need to drink some of this Kool-Aid!\n  \"Drink The Kool-Aid\", bitch!\n"},{"id":9710188,"name":"Too West Coast (feat. WC & Maylay)","trackName":"Too West Coast (feat. 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Nigga these nachos!\nSpeakin' on guap' though - cause that's a combo\nKeep my green on the side like it was Cilantro.\nComin' with the honchos! - That's in a stock Rolls.\nAnd everythang up out they mouth is like the gospel.\nIt won't stop flow! Oh, I'm not though\nLench Mob! - Big swanger, don't bang is the motto!\nMotherfuckers tell me - (I'm too WestCoast!)\nThey act like they scared of me! - (I'm too WestCoast!) {4x}\n(The Grand Wizard... Ice Cube! AHHHHahahahahaa!)\n\"I Am The West\"\nCube!\nGot another one...\nI be tellin' these niggaz and bitches on the bottom they need to drink some of this Kool-Aid!\n\"Drink The Kool-Aid\", bitch!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Too West Coast (feat. 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Nigga these nachos!\n  Speakin' on guap' though - cause that's a combo\n  Keep my green on the side like it was Cilantro.\n  Comin' with the honchos! - That's in a stock Rolls.\n  And everythang up out they mouth is like the gospel.\n  It won't stop flow! Oh, I'm not though\n  Lench Mob! - Big swanger, don't bang is the motto!\n  Motherfuckers tell me - (I'm too WestCoast!)\n  They act like they scared of me! - (I'm too WestCoast!) {4x}\n  (The Grand Wizard... Ice Cube! AHHHHahahahahaa!)\n  \"I Am The West\"\n  Cube!\n  Got another one...\n  I be tellin' these niggaz and bitches on the bottom they need to drink some of this Kool-Aid!\n  \"Drink The Kool-Aid\", bitch!\n"},{"id":15465380,"name":"West Coast Shit (feat. Ice Cube)","trackName":"West Coast Shit (feat. 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Town\nGame from the Bay tend to move around (move around)\nYears go by, you can't stop the vultures (stop the vultures)\nIt's embedded in pop culture (bitch)\n\nThis some West Coast shit\nWe on some West Coast shit\nSome West Coast shit\nYou know you love this West Coast shit (biatch!)\nWe on some West Coast shit\nThis some West Coast shit\nIt's some West Coast shit\nBitch, you know you love this West Coast shit\n\nIf there was a trophy for spitting game, me and $hort would get an award (get an award)\nWe from the West, where they dope deal, bikinis and girls (bikinis and girls)\nWhere the cost of living high, and it's hard to afford (hard to afford)\nHouses and cars, we got 'em never get bored (never get bored)\nDon't let the palm trees mislead, you'll get removed (get removed)\nTryna play tough guy, get shot in the eye, get schooled (get schooled)\nWe got some big shit, cinnamon rolls, banana clips (banana clips)\n100 round cartridges, a lot of this (a lot of this)\n\nGotta stay 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