[{"id":2374946,"name":"Elbows","trackName":"Elbows","artistName":"Jay Rock","albumName":"Follow Me Home","duration":254.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Poke your elbows out and swing like this\nPoke your elbows out and swing like this (hold up)\nRock got it, Rock came from rock bottom, now I'm on top\nPocket full of guacamole and that nola\nThe windows on the continental tinted cocaine colored, it's a dope ride\nThem dope boys outside\nGangbangers, crack heads and hood rats\nDrug paraphenelia inside that back pack\nIf you want it we got it, that's where them goods at\nNickelson Gardens, project parties\nChronic, Hennessey, dro, Bacardi\nGuns, enemies that come through, spark them\nThrow em in a dumpster; you loved one, you lost him\nI don't dance I just boogie a lot\nNo dress code I just wear a hoodie a lot\nWhite tee under that back against the wall\nWest coast rocking on the beat, now I'm telling y'all\nPoke your elbows out and swing like this\nPoke your elbows out and swing like this (homie)\nPoke your elbows out and swing like this\nPoke your elbows out and swing like this\nWhatever you want to call it\nFor the weed heads or for the alcoholics\nNow this can be some OG low-rider music\nOr you could twist your fingers up and gangbang to it, gangbang to it\nLook, I know some bad ass bitches that go hard on it\nAddicted to that sex, they be traveling in packs\nThey be off that X, and they'll let you fuck fast if you got some cess\nI ain't gon lie about it\nI ain't bullshitting, come to my block boy\nWelcome to Hell's kitchen, we bring that heat to you\nToo much of a real nigga not to see through you\nWet him like faucet, bullet sink through you\nThey speed through you, they eat through you\nTwo lullaby burners, let em sing to you\nThe harmony of it is pleasure to your ears\nYou got to love it (nah) you got to hate it\nI got to be my hometown favourite\nWatts representer, say hello your mayor\nEverybody put them Ws in the air\nMay I show you the plan I lay out\nMy disc will never play out, I tell y'all to\nSwing your elbows and Taylors, the shell-toes\nKush blunts all in the air, I smell those\nCop the swap meets to freaks on Melrose\nThis is California, killers on them corners\nFrom Long Beach to Inglewood, Hollywood\nBack down, them gangsters will be on you\nWe in the club, zoning, Patroning\nMy knuckleheads roaming, they on and we on it\nIt's jerkin, poppin, brackin, whatever you want to call it\nWhat's happening, we smashing, crashing your hood\nMy nigga what's good?\nStaying sucker-free, just as well as you should\nI pull up in that motherfucking big-ass truck\nWhat the fuck? I'm on\nWhere your bitch? She's gone with a real nigga\nI hop out that ho asking how you feel nigga\nI press blood; throw your sets up!","syncedLyrics":"[00:18.60] Poke your elbows out and swing like this\n[00:20.25] Poke your elbows out and swing like this (hold up)\n[00:23.74] Rock got it, Rock came from rock bottom, now I'm on top\n[00:27.55] Pocket full of guacamole and that nola\n[00:30.37] The windows on the continental tinted cocaine colored, it's a dope ride\n[00:35.47] Them dope boys outside\n[00:37.54] Gangbangers, crack heads and hood rats\n[00:40.27] Drug paraphenelia inside that back pack\n[00:43.27] If you want it we got it, that's where them goods at\n[00:46.38] Nickelson Gardens, project parties\n[00:49.13] Chronic, Hennessey, dro, Bacardi\n[00:51.93] Guns, enemies that come through, spark them\n[00:54.98] Throw em in a dumpster; you loved one, you lost him\n[00:58.76] I don't dance I just boogie a lot\n[01:01.22] No dress code I just wear a hoodie a lot\n[01:03.97] White tee under that back against the wall\n[01:07.02] West coast rocking on the beat, now I'm telling y'all\n[01:09.66] Poke your elbows out and swing like this\n[01:12.20] Poke your elbows out and swing like this (homie)\n[01:15.17] Poke your elbows out and swing like this\n[01:18.03] Poke your elbows out and swing like this\n[01:20.87] Whatever you want to call it\n[01:22.46] For the weed heads or for the alcoholics\n[01:25.21] Now this can be some OG low-rider music\n[01:28.19] Or you could twist your fingers up and gangbang to it, gangbang to it\n[01:32.43] Look, I know some bad ass bitches that go hard on it\n[01:35.62] Addicted to that sex, they be traveling in packs\n[01:38.87] They be off that X, and they'll let you fuck fast if you got some cess\n[01:43.02] I ain't gon lie about it\n[01:44.53] I ain't bullshitting, come to my block boy\n[01:47.34] Welcome to Hell's kitchen, we bring that heat to you\n[01:50.03] Too much of a real nigga not to see through you\n[01:53.09] Wet him like faucet, bullet sink through you\n[01:56.59] They speed through you, they eat through you\n[01:59.09] Two lullaby burners, let em sing to you\n[02:01.76] The harmony of it is pleasure to your ears\n[02:04.16] You got to love it (nah) you got to hate it\n[02:06.43] I got to be my hometown favourite\n[02:08.64] Watts representer, say hello your mayor\n[02:11.45] Everybody put them Ws in the air\n[02:14.13] May I show you the plan I lay out\n[02:16.77] My disc will never play out, I tell y'all to\n[02:18.89] Swing your elbows and Taylors, the shell-toes\n[02:44.80] Kush blunts all in the air, I smell those\n[02:47.74] Cop the swap meets to freaks on Melrose\n[02:50.60] This is California, killers on them corners\n[02:53.47] From Long Beach to Inglewood, Hollywood\n[02:55.76] Back down, them gangsters will be on you\n[02:57.97] We in the club, zoning, Patroning\n[03:02.17] My knuckleheads roaming, they on and we on it\n[03:05.13] It's jerkin, poppin, brackin, whatever you want to call it\n[03:08.50] What's happening, we smashing, crashing your hood\n[03:11.23] My nigga what's good?\n[03:13.40] Staying sucker-free, just as well as you should\n[03:15.72] I pull up in that motherfucking big-ass truck\n[03:18.53] What the fuck? I'm on\n[03:20.14] Where your bitch? She's gone with a real nigga\n[03:22.64] I hop out that ho asking how you feel nigga\n[03:25.81] I press blood; throw your sets up!\n[03:29.76] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Elbows\n  artist: Jay Rock\n  album: Follow Me Home\n  duration_ms: 254000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Poke your elbows out and swing like this\n  start_ms: 18600\n  end_ms: 20250\n- text: Poke your elbows out and swing like this (hold up)\n  start_ms: 20250\n  end_ms: 23740\n- text: Rock got it, Rock came from rock bottom, now I'm on top\n  start_ms: 23740\n  end_ms: 27550\n- text: Pocket full of guacamole and that nola\n  start_ms: 27550\n  end_ms: 30370\n- text: The windows on the continental tinted cocaine colored, it's a dope ride\n  start_ms: 30370\n  end_ms: 35470\n- text: Them dope boys outside\n  start_ms: 35470\n  end_ms: 37540\n- text: Gangbangers, crack heads and hood rats\n  start_ms: 37540\n  end_ms: 40270\n- text: Drug paraphenelia inside that back pack\n  start_ms: 40270\n  end_ms: 43270\n- text: If you want it we got it, that's where them goods at\n  start_ms: 43270\n  end_ms: 46380\n- text: Nickelson Gardens, project parties\n  start_ms: 46380\n  end_ms: 49130\n- text: Chronic, Hennessey, dro, Bacardi\n  start_ms: 49130\n  end_ms: 51930\n- text: Guns, enemies that come through, spark them\n  start_ms: 51930\n  end_ms: 54980\n- text: Throw em in a dumpster; 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