[{"id":2399527,"name":"No Joke","trackName":"No Joke","artistName":"Jay Rock","albumName":"Follow Me Home","duration":260.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Starts rotting fertilizer neighborhoods with butter, butter\nBlack steel, no mass, no tags, gutter, gutter\nLook up in the skies no stars, helicopters over\nGrab my strap, kiss my mother, bust back duck for cover\nHit the bound straight hangar, main line speak your mind\nWhere you're from, take your time, bust a nigga, no response\nRest a hater, respirator,No response, green light, go time\nWe're all block, I know mine so you know\nOne time snitch nigga, bitch nigga, real up with a seven cause that's all I can get nigga\nSmall town hustler, me I'm just a governor on my city fuck with me juggle shots to your jugular\nProjects hold me down, A1 customers, A1 army guns, A1 predators, pigs yelling 'man down'\nGot the lost scared of us. Nigga we ain't scared of nothing, break it down show me something\n\nI don't wanna have to hit you with this phone(?) mane, burn your whole block down like propane\nOver that cocaine, trying to get more change (If you ain't know now know mane)\n\nAb-Soul:\nSlang, game, green, rain, sleet, hail, snow (yeah)\nFinna take another trip to the liquor store\nThe fiends when they smoke and you can get smoked cause (These streets ain't no mutha fuckin' joke)\n\nBack to my bullshit, back on the block with it\nGet it off me I'll flip it, getting off the car flipping\nMono bitch think I'm tripping, oh no, no dope, w oh no, 30 bucks mo-mo\nWhat the fuck you thought this was? All i know is doing me\nFlying spur, doing three, got a lane blowing trees\nHomie what you're smoking on? I can get it dirty, I can get it for the low, hard rock of pure blow\nI could show you how to whip it, birdies getting off the show\nServing quail in the kitchen, remedy for the meal tickets\nDope gang real wicked, some deals go sour, real niggas locked up\nSnitched on by known cowards, OG told me that's life\nMurders keep me stressed tonight, my daughter keep me level headed\nReason why I sacrifice, story of a real nigga, this is how I feel nigga\nCome between my peace and mind, get your ass killed nigga\n\nI don't wanna have to hit you with this phone(?) mane, burn your whole block down like propane\nOver that cocaine, trying to get more change (If you ain't know now know mane)\n\nAb-Soul:\nSlang, game, green, rain, sleet, hail, snow (yeah)\nFinna take another trip to the liquor store\nThe fiends when they smoke and you can get smoked cause (These streets ain't no mutha fuckin' joke)\n\nMy mamma tell me dress softly, gotta keep the feds off\nGotta keep the guns on me, I know the motherfuckers want me\nKnow I gotta hold it down, know I gotta run my town\nNo tomorrows, never promise, know I gotta get it now\nKnow I got a job to finish, know I need to start to grow\nKnow I need Lord's forgiveness, know I've been through obstacles\nKnow I gotta shit on nigga, know I gotta do my thang\nKnowing that I'm knee deep, know the drama that it brings\nKnow I can't trust these hoes, know I can't chase these bitches\nKnow I gotta chase this bread, know I gotta push these pencils\nKnow I gotta push these drugs, know I gotta paint these pictures\nKnow I gotta give it up, know you better mind your business\nKnow I gotta stay solid, know I can fall for nothing\nKnow I know hard times, know I gotta stay humble\nKnow I gotta keep it gangster, know you gotta come and get me\nKnow I gotta keep it pushing, know you can't fuck with me\n\nI don't wanna have to hit you with this phone(?) mane, burn your whole block down like propane\nOver that cocaine, trying to get more change (If you ain't know now know mane)\n\nAb-Soul:\nSlang, game, green, rain, sleet, hail, snow (yeah)\nFinna take another trip to the liquor store\nThe fiends when they smoke and you can get smoked cause (These streets ain't no mutha fuckin' joke)","syncedLyrics":"[00:36.25] Starts rotting fertilizer neighborhoods with butter, butter\n[00:38.50] Black steel, no mass, no tags, gutter, gutter\n[00:41.46] Look up in the skies no stars, helicopters over\n[00:44.21] Grab my strap, kiss my mother, bust back duck for cover\n[00:47.27] Hit the bound straight hangar, main line speak your mind\n[00:50.13] Where you're from, take your time, bust a nigga, no response\n[00:53.08] Rest a hater, respirator,No response, green light, go time\n[00:57.31] We're all block, I know mine so you know\n[00:59.94] One time snitch nigga, bitch nigga, real up with a seven cause that's all I can get nigga\n[01:04.82] Small town hustler, me I'm just a governor on my city fuck with me juggle shots to your jugular\n[01:10.81] Projects hold me down, A1 customers, A1 army guns, A1 predators, pigs yelling 'man down'\n[01:17.97] Got the lost scared of us. Nigga we ain't scared of nothing, break it down show me something\n[01:22.46] I don't wanna have to hit you with this phone(?) mane, burn your whole block down like propane\n[01:28.25] Over that cocaine, trying to get more change (If you ain't know now know mane)\n[01:32.11] Ab-Soul:\n[01:33.27] Slang, game, green, rain, sleet, hail, snow (yeah)\n[01:36.42] Finna take another trip to the liquor store\n[01:39.49] The fiends when they smoke and you can get smoked cause (These streets ain't no mutha fuckin' joke)\n[01:44.73] Back to my bullshit, back on the block with it\n[01:48.12] Get it off me I'll flip it, getting off the car flipping\n[01:51.07] Mono bitch think I'm tripping, oh no, no dope, w oh no, 30 bucks mo-mo\n[01:57.19] What the fuck you thought this was? All i know is doing me\n[01:59.80] Flying spur, doing three, got a lane blowing trees\n[02:02.71] Homie what you're smoking on? I can get it dirty, I can get it for the low, hard rock of pure blow\n[02:08.12] I could show you how to whip it, birdies getting off the show\n[02:11.32] Serving quail in the kitchen, remedy for the meal tickets\n[02:14.00] Dope gang real wicked, some deals go sour, real niggas locked up\n[02:18.39] Snitched on by known cowards, OG told me that's life\n[02:21.36] Murders keep me stressed tonight, my daughter keep me level headed\n[02:24.26] Reason why I sacrifice, story of a real nigga, this is how I feel nigga\n[02:28.34] Come between my peace and mind, get your ass killed nigga\n[02:31.42] I don't wanna have to hit you with this phone(?) mane, burn your whole block down like propane\n[02:38.07] Over that cocaine, trying to get more change (If you ain't know now know mane)\n[02:43.01] Ab-Soul:\n[02:43.62] Slang, game, green, rain, sleet, hail, snow (yeah)\n[02:45.84] Finna take another trip to the liquor store\n[02:48.84] The fiends when they smoke and you can get smoked cause (These streets ain't no mutha fuckin' joke)\n[02:54.41] My mamma tell me dress softly, gotta keep the feds off\n[02:57.65] Gotta keep the guns on me, I know the motherfuckers want me\n[03:00.68] Know I gotta hold it down, know I gotta run my town\n[03:03.43] No tomorrows, never promise, know I gotta get it now\n[03:06.26] Know I got a job to finish, know I need to start to grow\n[03:09.55] Know I need Lord's forgiveness, know I've been through obstacles\n[03:12.19] Know I gotta shit on nigga, know I gotta do my thang\n[03:15.32] Knowing that I'm knee deep, know the drama that it brings\n[03:18.06] Know I can't trust these hoes, know I can't chase these bitches\n[03:20.97] Know I gotta chase this bread, know I gotta push these pencils\n[03:23.85] Know I gotta push these drugs, know I gotta paint these pictures\n[03:26.76] Know I gotta give it up, know you better mind your business\n[03:29.60] Know I gotta stay solid, know I can fall for nothing\n[03:32.57] Know I know hard times, know I gotta stay humble\n[03:35.03] Know I gotta keep it gangster, know you gotta come and get me\n[03:38.30] Know I gotta keep it pushing, know you can't fuck with me\n[03:41.77] I don't wanna have to hit you with this phone(?) mane, burn your whole block down like propane\n[03:47.15] Over that cocaine, trying to get more change (If you ain't know now know mane)\n[03:52.62] Ab-Soul:\n[03:53.00] Slang, game, green, rain, sleet, hail, snow (yeah)\n[03:55.65] Finna take another trip to the liquor store\n[03:58.41] The fiends when they smoke and you can get smoked cause (These streets ain't no mutha fuckin' joke)\n[04:04.17] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: No Joke\n  artist: Jay Rock\n  album: Follow Me Home\n  duration_ms: 260000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Starts rotting fertilizer neighborhoods with butter, butter\n  start_ms: 36250\n  end_ms: 38500\n- text: Black steel, no mass, no tags, gutter, gutter\n  start_ms: 38500\n  end_ms: 41460\n- text: Look up in the skies no stars, helicopters over\n  start_ms: 41460\n  end_ms: 44210\n- text: Grab my strap, kiss my mother, bust back duck for cover\n  start_ms: 44210\n  end_ms: 47270\n- text: Hit the bound straight hangar, main line speak your mind\n  start_ms: 47270\n  end_ms: 50130\n- text: Where you're from, take your time, bust a nigga, no response\n  start_ms: 50130\n  end_ms: 53080\n- text: Rest a hater, respirator,No response, green light, go time\n  start_ms: 53080\n  end_ms: 57310\n- text: We're all block, I know mine so you know\n  start_ms: 57310\n  end_ms: 59940\n- text: One time snitch nigga, bitch nigga, real up with a seven cause that's all I can get nigga\n  start_ms: 59940\n  end_ms: 64820\n- text: Small town hustler, me I'm just a governor on my city fuck with me juggle shots to your jugular\n  start_ms: 64820\n  end_ms: 70810\n- text: Projects hold me down, A1 customers, A1 army guns, A1 predators, pigs yelling 'man down'\n  start_ms: 70810\n  end_ms: 77970\n- text: Got the lost scared of us. 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Nigga we ain't scared of nothing, break it down show me something\n\n  I don't wanna have to hit you with this phone(?) mane, burn your whole block down like propane\n  Over that cocaine, trying to get more change (If you ain't know now know mane)\n\n  Ab-Soul:\n  Slang, game, green, rain, sleet, hail, snow (yeah)\n  Finna take another trip to the liquor store\n  The fiends when they smoke and you can get smoked cause (These streets ain't no mutha fuckin' joke)\n\n  Back to my bullshit, back on the block with it\n  Get it off me I'll flip it, getting off the car flipping\n  Mono bitch think I'm tripping, oh no, no dope, w oh no, 30 bucks mo-mo\n  What the fuck you thought this was? All i know is doing me\n  Flying spur, doing three, got a lane blowing trees\n  Homie what you're smoking on? 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Nigga we ain't scared of nothing, break it down show me something\n\nI don't wanna have to hit you with this phone(?) mane, burn your whole block down like propane\nOver that cocaine, trying to get more change (If you ain't know now know mane)\n\nAb-Soul:\nSlang, game, green, rain, sleet, hail, snow (yeah)\nFinna take another trip to the liquor store\nThe fiends when they smoke and you can get smoked cause (These streets ain't no mutha fuckin' joke)\n\nBack to my bullshit, back on the block with it\nGet it off me I'll flip it, getting off the car flipping\nMono bitch think I'm tripping, oh no, no dope, w oh no, 30 bucks mo-mo\nWhat the fuck you thought this was? All i know is doing me\nFlying spur, doing three, got a lane blowing trees\nHomie what you're smoking on? I can get it dirty, I can get it for the low, hard rock of pure blow\nI could show you how to whip it, birdies getting off the show\nServing quail in the kitchen, remedy for the meal tickets\nDope gang real wicked, some deals go sour, real niggas locked up\nSnitched on by known cowards, OG told me that's life\nMurders keep me stressed tonight, my daughter keep me level headed\nReason why I sacrifice, story of a real nigga, this is how I feel nigga\nCome between my peace and mind, get your ass killed nigga\n\nI don't wanna have to hit you with this phone(?) mane, burn your whole block down like propane\nOver that cocaine, trying to get more change (If you ain't know now know mane)\n\nAb-Soul:\nSlang, game, green, rain, sleet, hail, snow (yeah)\nFinna take another trip to the liquor store\nThe fiends when they smoke and you can get smoked cause (These streets ain't no mutha fuckin' joke)\n\nMy mamma tell me dress softly, gotta keep the feds off\nGotta keep the guns on me, I know the motherfuckers want me\nKnow I gotta hold it down, know I gotta run my town\nNo tomorrows, never promise, know I gotta get it now\nKnow I got a job to finish, know I need to start to grow\nKnow I need Lord's forgiveness, know I've been through obstacles\nKnow I gotta shit on nigga, know I gotta do my thang\nKnowing that I'm knee deep, know the drama that it brings\nKnow I can't trust these hoes, know I can't chase these bitches\nKnow I gotta chase this bread, know I gotta push these pencils\nKnow I gotta push these drugs, know I gotta paint these pictures\nKnow I gotta give it up, know you better mind your business\nKnow I gotta stay solid, know I can fall for nothing\nKnow I know hard times, know I gotta stay humble\nKnow I gotta keep it gangster, know you gotta come and get me\nKnow I gotta keep it pushing, know you can't fuck with me\n\nI don't wanna have to hit you with this phone(?) mane, burn your whole block down like propane\nOver that cocaine, trying to get more change (If you ain't know now know mane)\n\nAb-Soul:\nSlang, game, green, rain, sleet, hail, snow (yeah)\nFinna take another trip to the liquor store\nThe fiends when they smoke and you can get smoked cause (These streets ain't no mutha fuckin' joke)","syncedLyrics":"[00:36.23] Starts rotting fertilizer neighborhoods with butter, butter\n[00:38.59] Black steel, no mass, no tags, gutter, gutter\n[00:41.43] Look up in the skies no stars, helicopters over\n[00:44.22] Grab my strap, kiss my mother, bust back duck for cover\n[00:47.27] Hit the bound straight hangar, main line speak your mind\n[00:50.19] Where you're from, take your time, bust a nigga, no response\n[00:53.00] Rest a hater, respirator,No response, green light, go time\n[00:57.31] We're all block, I know mine so you know\n[00:59.92] One time snitch nigga, bitch nigga, real up with a seven cause that's all I can get nigga\n[01:04.82] Small town hustler, me I'm just a governor on my city fuck with me juggle shots to your jugular\n[01:10.80] Projects hold me down, A1 customers, A1 army guns, A1 predators, pigs yelling 'man down'\n[01:18.00] Got the lost scared of us. Nigga we ain't scared of nothing, break it down show me something\n[01:22.46] I don't wanna have to hit you with this phone(?) mane, burn your whole block down like propane\n[01:28.26] Over that cocaine, trying to get more change (If you ain't know now know mane)\n[01:32.14] Ab-Soul:\n[01:33.21] Slang, game, green, rain, sleet, hail, snow (yeah)\n[01:36.47] Finna take another trip to the liquor store\n[01:39.41] The fiends when they smoke and you can get smoked cause (These streets ain't no mutha fuckin' joke)\n[01:44.72] Back to my bullshit, back on the block with it\n[01:48.14] Get it off me I'll flip it, getting off the car flipping\n[01:51.04] Mono bitch think I'm tripping, oh no, no dope, w oh no, 30 bucks mo-mo\n[01:57.11] What the fuck you thought this was? All i know is doing me\n[01:59.85] Flying spur, doing three, got a lane blowing trees\n[02:02.78] Homie what you're smoking on? I can get it dirty, I can get it for the low, hard rock of pure blow\n[02:08.13] I could show you how to whip it, birdies getting off the show\n[02:11.36] Serving quail in the kitchen, remedy for the meal tickets\n[02:14.05] Dope gang real wicked, some deals go sour, real niggas locked up\n[02:18.39] Snitched on by known cowards, OG told me that's life\n[02:21.32] Murders keep me stressed tonight, my daughter keep me level headed\n[02:24.26] Reason why I sacrifice, story of a real nigga, this is how I feel nigga\n[02:28.37] Come between my peace and mind, get your ass killed nigga\n[02:31.46] I don't wanna have to hit you with this phone(?) mane, burn your whole block down like propane\n[02:38.06] Over that cocaine, trying to get more change (If you ain't know now know mane)\n[02:43.00] Ab-Soul:\n[02:43.67] Slang, game, green, rain, sleet, hail, snow (yeah)\n[02:45.83] Finna take another trip to the liquor store\n[02:48.80] The fiends when they smoke and you can get smoked cause (These streets ain't no mutha fuckin' joke)\n[02:54.47] My mamma tell me dress softly, gotta keep the feds off\n[02:57.65] Gotta keep the guns on me, I know the motherfuckers want me\n[03:00.62] Know I gotta hold it down, know I gotta run my town\n[03:03.40] No tomorrows, never promise, know I gotta get it now\n[03:06.25] Know I got a job to finish, know I need to start to grow\n[03:09.51] Know I need Lord's forgiveness, know I've been through obstacles\n[03:12.17] Know I gotta shit on nigga, know I gotta do my thang\n[03:15.31] Knowing that I'm knee deep, know the drama that it brings\n[03:18.06] Know I can't trust these hoes, know I can't chase these bitches\n[03:20.98] Know I gotta chase this bread, know I gotta push these pencils\n[03:23.89] Know I gotta push these drugs, know I gotta paint these pictures\n[03:26.77] Know I gotta give it up, know you better mind your business\n[03:29.60] Know I gotta stay solid, know I can fall for nothing\n[03:32.53] Know I know hard times, know I gotta stay humble\n[03:35.01] Know I gotta keep it gangster, know you gotta come and get me\n[03:38.31] Know I gotta keep it pushing, know you can't fuck with me\n[03:41.78] I don't wanna have to hit you with this phone(?) mane, burn your whole block down like propane\n[03:47.10] Over that cocaine, trying to get more change (If you ain't know now know mane)\n[03:52.65] Ab-Soul:\n[03:53.05] Slang, game, green, rain, sleet, hail, snow (yeah)\n[03:55.65] Finna take another trip to the liquor store\n[03:58.45] The fiends when they smoke and you can get smoked cause (These streets ain't no mutha fuckin' joke)\n[04:04.18] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: No Joke\n  artist: Jay Rock\n  album: Follow me home\n  duration_ms: 257985\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Starts rotting fertilizer neighborhoods with butter, butter\n  start_ms: 36230\n  end_ms: 38590\n- text: Black steel, no mass, no tags, gutter, gutter\n  start_ms: 38590\n  end_ms: 41430\n- text: Look up in the skies no stars, helicopters over\n  start_ms: 41430\n  end_ms: 44220\n- text: Grab my strap, kiss my mother, bust back duck for cover\n  start_ms: 44220\n  end_ms: 47270\n- text: Hit the bound straight hangar, main line speak your mind\n  start_ms: 47270\n  end_ms: 50190\n- text: Where you're from, take your time, bust a nigga, no response\n  start_ms: 50190\n  end_ms: 53000\n- text: Rest a hater, respirator,No response, green light, go time\n  start_ms: 53000\n  end_ms: 57310\n- text: We're all block, I know mine so you know\n  start_ms: 57310\n  end_ms: 59920\n- text: One time snitch nigga, bitch nigga, real up with a seven cause that's all I can get nigga\n  start_ms: 59920\n  end_ms: 64820\n- text: Small town hustler, me I'm just a governor on my city fuck with me juggle shots to your jugular\n  start_ms: 64820\n  end_ms: 70800\n- text: Projects hold me down, A1 customers, A1 army guns, A1 predators, pigs yelling 'man down'\n  start_ms: 70800\n  end_ms: 78000\n- text: Got the lost scared of us. 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Nigga we ain't scared of nothing, break it down show me something\n\nI don't wanna have to hit you with this phone(?) mane, burn your whole block down like propane\nOver that cocaine, trying to get more change (If you ain't know now know mane)\n\nAb-Soul:\nSlang, game, green, rain, sleet, hail, snow (yeah)\nFinna take another trip to the liquor store\nThe fiends when they smoke and you can get smoked cause (These streets ain't no mutha fuckin' joke)\n\nBack to my bullshit, back on the block with it\nGet it off me I'll flip it, getting off the car flipping\nMono bitch think I'm tripping, oh no, no dope, w oh no, 30 bucks mo-mo\nWhat the fuck you thought this was? All i know is doing me\nFlying spur, doing three, got a lane blowing trees\nHomie what you're smoking on? I can get it dirty, I can get it for the low, hard rock of pure blow\nI could show you how to whip it, birdies getting off the show\nServing quail in the kitchen, remedy for the meal tickets\nDope gang real wicked, some deals go sour, real niggas locked up\nSnitched on by known cowards, OG told me that's life\nMurders keep me stressed tonight, my daughter keep me level headed\nReason why I sacrifice, story of a real nigga, this is how I feel nigga\nCome between my peace and mind, get your ass killed nigga\n\nI don't wanna have to hit you with this phone(?) mane, burn your whole block down like propane\nOver that cocaine, trying to get more change (If you ain't know now know mane)\n\nAb-Soul:\nSlang, game, green, rain, sleet, hail, snow (yeah)\nFinna take another trip to the liquor store\nThe fiends when they smoke and you can get smoked cause (These streets ain't no mutha fuckin' joke)\n\nMy mamma tell me dress softly, gotta keep the feds off\nGotta keep the guns on me, I know the motherfuckers want me\nKnow I gotta hold it down, know I gotta run my town\nNo tomorrows, never promise, know I gotta get it now\nKnow I got a job to finish, know I need to start to grow\nKnow I need Lord's forgiveness, know I've been through obstacles\nKnow I gotta shit on nigga, know I gotta do my thang\nKnowing that I'm knee deep, know the drama that it brings\nKnow I can't trust these hoes, know I can't chase these bitches\nKnow I gotta chase this bread, know I gotta push these pencils\nKnow I gotta push these drugs, know I gotta paint these pictures\nKnow I gotta give it up, know you better mind your business\nKnow I gotta stay solid, know I can fall for nothing\nKnow I know hard times, know I gotta stay humble\nKnow I gotta keep it gangster, know you gotta come and get me\nKnow I gotta keep it pushing, know you can't fuck with me\n\nI don't wanna have to hit you with this phone(?) mane, burn your whole block down like propane\nOver that cocaine, trying to get more change (If you ain't know now know mane)\n\nAb-Soul:\nSlang, game, green, rain, sleet, hail, snow (yeah)\nFinna take another trip to the liquor store\nThe fiends when they smoke and you can get smoked cause (These streets ain't no mutha fuckin' joke)","syncedLyrics":"[00:36.25] Starts rotting fertilizer neighborhoods with butter, butter\n[00:38.50] Black steel, no mass, no tags, gutter, gutter\n[00:41.46] Look up in the skies no stars, helicopters over\n[00:44.21] Grab my strap, kiss my mother, bust back duck for cover\n[00:47.27] Hit the bound straight hangar, main line speak your mind\n[00:50.13] Where you're from, take your time, bust a nigga, no response\n[00:53.08] Rest a hater, respirator,No response, green light, go time\n[00:57.31] We're all block, I know mine so you know\n[00:59.94] One time snitch nigga, bitch nigga, real up with a seven cause that's all I can get nigga\n[01:04.82] Small town hustler, me I'm just a governor on my city fuck with me juggle shots to your jugular\n[01:10.81] Projects hold me down, A1 customers, A1 army guns, A1 predators, pigs yelling 'man down'\n[01:17.97] Got the lost scared of us. Nigga we ain't scared of nothing, break it down show me something\n[01:22.46] I don't wanna have to hit you with this phone(?) mane, burn your whole block down like propane\n[01:28.25] Over that cocaine, trying to get more change (If you ain't know now know mane)\n[01:32.11] Ab-Soul:\n[01:33.27] Slang, game, green, rain, sleet, hail, snow (yeah)\n[01:36.42] Finna take another trip to the liquor store\n[01:39.49] The fiends when they smoke and you can get smoked cause (These streets ain't no mutha fuckin' joke)\n[01:44.73] Back to my bullshit, back on the block with it\n[01:48.12] Get it off me I'll flip it, getting off the car flipping\n[01:51.07] Mono bitch think I'm tripping, oh no, no dope, w oh no, 30 bucks mo-mo\n[01:57.19] What the fuck you thought this was? All i know is doing me\n[01:59.80] Flying spur, doing three, got a lane blowing trees\n[02:02.71] Homie what you're smoking on? I can get it dirty, I can get it for the low, hard rock of pure blow\n[02:08.12] I could show you how to whip it, birdies getting off the show\n[02:11.32] Serving quail in the kitchen, remedy for the meal tickets\n[02:14.00] Dope gang real wicked, some deals go sour, real niggas locked up\n[02:18.39] Snitched on by known cowards, OG told me that's life\n[02:21.36] Murders keep me stressed tonight, my daughter keep me level headed\n[02:24.26] Reason why I sacrifice, story of a real nigga, this is how I feel nigga\n[02:28.34] Come between my peace and mind, get your ass killed nigga\n[02:31.42] I don't wanna have to hit you with this phone(?) mane, burn your whole block down like propane\n[02:38.07] Over that cocaine, trying to get more change (If you ain't know now know mane)\n[02:43.01] Ab-Soul:\n[02:43.62] Slang, game, green, rain, sleet, hail, snow (yeah)\n[02:45.84] Finna take another trip to the liquor store\n[02:48.84] The fiends when they smoke and you can get smoked cause (These streets ain't no mutha fuckin' joke)\n[02:54.41] My mamma tell me dress softly, gotta keep the feds off\n[02:57.65] Gotta keep the guns on me, I know the motherfuckers want me\n[03:00.68] Know I gotta hold it down, know I gotta run my town\n[03:03.43] No tomorrows, never promise, know I gotta get it now\n[03:06.26] Know I got a job to finish, know I need to start to grow\n[03:09.55] Know I need Lord's forgiveness, know I've been through obstacles\n[03:12.19] Know I gotta shit on nigga, know I gotta do my thang\n[03:15.32] Knowing that I'm knee deep, know the drama that it brings\n[03:18.06] Know I can't trust these hoes, know I can't chase these bitches\n[03:20.97] Know I gotta chase this bread, know I gotta push these pencils\n[03:23.85] Know I gotta push these drugs, know I gotta paint these pictures\n[03:26.76] Know I gotta give it up, know you better mind your business\n[03:29.60] Know I gotta stay solid, know I can fall for nothing\n[03:32.57] Know I know hard times, know I gotta stay humble\n[03:35.03] Know I gotta keep it gangster, know you gotta come and get me\n[03:38.30] Know I gotta keep it pushing, know you can't fuck with me\n[03:41.77] I don't wanna have to hit you with this phone(?) mane, burn your whole block down like propane\n[03:47.15] Over that cocaine, trying to get more change (If you ain't know now know mane)\n[03:52.62] Ab-Soul:\n[03:53.00] Slang, game, green, rain, sleet, hail, snow (yeah)\n[03:55.65] Finna take another trip to the liquor store\n[03:58.41] The fiends when they smoke and you can get smoked cause (These streets ain't no mutha fuckin' joke)\n[04:04.17] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: No Joke\n  artist: Jay Rock\n  album: Black Friday\n  duration_ms: 257992\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Starts rotting fertilizer neighborhoods with butter, butter\n  start_ms: 36250\n  end_ms: 38500\n- text: Black steel, no mass, no tags, gutter, gutter\n  start_ms: 38500\n  end_ms: 41460\n- text: Look up in the skies no stars, helicopters over\n  start_ms: 41460\n  end_ms: 44210\n- text: Grab my strap, kiss my mother, bust back duck for cover\n  start_ms: 44210\n  end_ms: 47270\n- text: Hit the bound straight hangar, main line speak your mind\n  start_ms: 47270\n  end_ms: 50130\n- text: Where you're from, take your time, bust a nigga, no response\n  start_ms: 50130\n  end_ms: 53080\n- text: Rest a hater, respirator,No response, green light, go time\n  start_ms: 53080\n  end_ms: 57310\n- text: We're all block, I know mine so you know\n  start_ms: 57310\n  end_ms: 59940\n- text: One time snitch nigga, bitch nigga, real up with a seven cause that's all I can get nigga\n  start_ms: 59940\n  end_ms: 64820\n- text: Small town hustler, me I'm just a governor on my city fuck with me juggle shots to your jugular\n  start_ms: 64820\n  end_ms: 70810\n- text: Projects hold me down, A1 customers, A1 army guns, A1 predators, pigs yelling 'man down'\n  start_ms: 70810\n  end_ms: 77970\n- text: Got the lost scared of us. 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Nigga we ain't scared of nothing, break it down show me something\n\nI don't wanna have to hit you with this phone(?) mane, burn your whole block down like propane\nOver that cocaine, trying to get more change (If you ain't know now know mane)\n\nAb-Soul:\nSlang, game, green, rain, sleet, hail, snow (yeah)\nFinna take another trip to the liquor store\nThe fiends when they smoke and you can get smoked cause (These streets ain't no mutha fuckin' joke)\n\nBack to my bullshit, back on the block with it\nGet it off me I'll flip it, getting off the car flipping\nMono bitch think I'm tripping, oh no, no dope, w oh no, 30 bucks mo-mo\nWhat the fuck you thought this was? All i know is doing me\nFlying spur, doing three, got a lane blowing trees\nHomie what you're smoking on? I can get it dirty, I can get it for the low, hard rock of pure blow\nI could show you how to whip it, birdies getting off the show\nServing quail in the kitchen, remedy for the meal tickets\nDope gang real wicked, some deals go sour, real niggas locked up\nSnitched on by known cowards, OG told me that's life\nMurders keep me stressed tonight, my daughter keep me level headed\nReason why I sacrifice, story of a real nigga, this is how I feel nigga\nCome between my peace and mind, get your ass killed nigga\n\nI don't wanna have to hit you with this phone(?) mane, burn your whole block down like propane\nOver that cocaine, trying to get more change (If you ain't know now know mane)\n\nAb-Soul:\nSlang, game, green, rain, sleet, hail, snow (yeah)\nFinna take another trip to the liquor store\nThe fiends when they smoke and you can get smoked cause (These streets ain't no mutha fuckin' joke)\n\nMy mamma tell me dress softly, gotta keep the feds off\nGotta keep the guns on me, I know the motherfuckers want me\nKnow I gotta hold it down, know I gotta run my town\nNo tomorrows, never promise, know I gotta get it now\nKnow I got a job to finish, know I need to start to grow\nKnow I need Lord's forgiveness, know I've been through obstacles\nKnow I gotta shit on nigga, know I gotta do my thang\nKnowing that I'm knee deep, know the drama that it brings\nKnow I can't trust these hoes, know I can't chase these bitches\nKnow I gotta chase this bread, know I gotta push these pencils\nKnow I gotta push these drugs, know I gotta paint these pictures\nKnow I gotta give it up, know you better mind your business\nKnow I gotta stay solid, know I can fall for nothing\nKnow I know hard times, know I gotta stay humble\nKnow I gotta keep it gangster, know you gotta come and get me\nKnow I gotta keep it pushing, know you can't fuck with me\n\nI don't wanna have to hit you with this phone(?) mane, burn your whole block down like propane\nOver that cocaine, trying to get more change (If you ain't know now know mane)\n\nAb-Soul:\nSlang, game, green, rain, sleet, hail, snow (yeah)\nFinna take another trip to the liquor store\nThe fiends when they smoke and you can get smoked cause (These streets ain't no mutha fuckin' joke)","syncedLyrics":"[00:28.70] Starts rotting fertilizer neighborhoods with butter, butter\n[00:31.49] Black steel, no mass, no tags, gutter, gutter\n[00:34.16] Look up in the skies no stars, helicopters over\n[00:36.88] Grab my strap, kiss my mother, bust back duck for cover\n[00:39.57] Hit the bound straight hangar, main line speak your mind\n[00:42.32] Where you're from, take your time, bust a nigga, no response\n[00:45.22] Rest a hater, respirator,No response, green light, go time\n[00:49.87] We're all block, I know mine so you know\n[00:51.76] One time snitch nigga, bitch nigga, real up with a seven cause that's all I can get nigga\n[00:57.14] Small town hustler, me I'm just a governor on my city fuck with me juggle shots to your jugular\n[01:02.56] Projects hold me down, A1 customers, A1 army guns, A1 predators, pigs yelling 'man down'\n[01:09.81] Got the lost scared of us. Nigga we ain't scared of nothing, break it down show me something\n[01:14.36] I don't wanna have to hit you with this phone(?) mane, burn your whole block down like propane\n[01:20.78] Over that cocaine, trying to get more change (If you ain't know now know mane)\n[01:24.86] Ab-Soul:\n[01:25.75] Slang, game, green, rain, sleet, hail, snow (yeah)\n[01:29.33] Finna take another trip to the liquor store\n[01:32.04] The fiends when they smoke and you can get smoked cause (These streets ain't no mutha fuckin' joke)\n[01:37.50] Back to my bullshit, back on the block with it\n[01:40.28] Get it off me I'll flip it, getting off the car flipping\n[01:43.04] Mono bitch think I'm tripping, oh no, no dope, w oh no, 30 bucks mo-mo\n[01:49.39] What the fuck you thought this was? All i know is doing me\n[01:52.03] Flying spur, doing three, got a lane blowing trees\n[01:54.88] Homie what you're smoking on? I can get it dirty, I can get it for the low, hard rock of pure blow\n[02:01.31] I could show you how to whip it, birdies getting off the show\n[02:04.06] Serving quail in the kitchen, remedy for the meal tickets\n[02:06.75] Dope gang real wicked, some deals go sour, real niggas locked up\n[02:11.36] Snitched on by known cowards, OG told me that's life\n[02:14.02] Murders keep me stressed tonight, my daughter keep me level headed\n[02:16.75] Reason why I sacrifice, story of a real nigga, this is how I feel nigga\n[02:21.23] Come between my peace and mind, get your ass killed nigga\n[02:23.93] I don't wanna have to hit you with this phone(?) mane, burn your whole block down like propane\n[02:29.44] Over that cocaine, trying to get more change (If you ain't know now know mane)\n[02:34.80] Ab-Soul:\n[02:35.70] Slang, game, green, rain, sleet, hail, snow (yeah)\n[02:38.42] Finna take another trip to the liquor store\n[02:41.12] The fiends when they smoke and you can get smoked cause (These streets ain't no mutha fuckin' joke)\n[02:47.53] My mamma tell me dress softly, gotta keep the feds off\n[02:50.29] Gotta keep the guns on me, I know the motherfuckers want me\n[02:52.98] Know I gotta hold it down, know I gotta run my town\n[02:55.67] No tomorrows, never promise, know I gotta get it now\n[02:59.25] Know I got a job to finish, know I need to start to grow\n[03:01.40] Know I need Lord's forgiveness, know I've been through obstacles\n[03:04.13] Know I gotta shit on nigga, know I gotta do my thang\n[03:06.94] Knowing that I'm knee deep, know the drama that it brings\n[03:10.66] Know I can't trust these hoes, know I can't chase these bitches\n[03:13.39] Know I gotta chase this bread, know I gotta push these pencils\n[03:16.18] Know I gotta push these drugs, know I gotta paint these pictures\n[03:18.80] Know I gotta give it up, know you better mind your business\n[03:22.49] Know I gotta stay solid, know I can fall for nothing\n[03:25.16] Know I know hard times, know I gotta stay humble\n[03:27.94] Know I gotta keep it gangster, know you gotta come and get me\n[03:29.79] Know I gotta keep it pushing, know you can't fuck with me\n[03:34.29] I don't wanna have to hit you with this phone(?) mane, burn your whole block down like propane\n[03:38.73] Over that cocaine, trying to get more change (If you ain't know now know mane)\n[03:43.40] Ab-Soul:\n[03:44.36] Slang, game, green, rain, sleet, hail, snow (yeah)\n[03:48.09] Finna take another trip to the liquor store\n[03:50.67] The fiends when they smoke and you can get smoked cause (These streets ain't no mutha fuckin' joke)\n[03:58.19] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: No Joke\n  artist: Jay Rock\n  album: Black Friday\n  duration_ms: 260000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Starts rotting fertilizer neighborhoods with butter, butter\n  start_ms: 28700\n  end_ms: 31490\n- text: Black steel, no mass, no tags, gutter, gutter\n  start_ms: 31490\n  end_ms: 34160\n- text: Look up in the skies no stars, helicopters over\n  start_ms: 34160\n  end_ms: 36880\n- text: Grab my strap, kiss my mother, bust back duck for cover\n  start_ms: 36880\n  end_ms: 39570\n- text: Hit the bound straight hangar, main line speak your mind\n  start_ms: 39570\n  end_ms: 42320\n- text: Where you're from, take your time, bust a nigga, no response\n  start_ms: 42320\n  end_ms: 45220\n- text: Rest a hater, respirator,No response, green light, go time\n  start_ms: 45220\n  end_ms: 49870\n- text: We're all block, I know mine so you know\n  start_ms: 49870\n  end_ms: 51760\n- text: One time snitch nigga, bitch nigga, real up with a seven cause that's all I can get nigga\n  start_ms: 51760\n  end_ms: 57140\n- text: Small town hustler, me I'm just a governor on my city fuck with me juggle shots to your jugular\n  start_ms: 57140\n  end_ms: 62560\n- text: Projects hold me down, A1 customers, A1 army guns, A1 predators, pigs yelling 'man down'\n  start_ms: 62560\n  end_ms: 69810\n- text: Got the lost scared of us. 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Take ya time, bust a nigga no response\nRest a hater, respirator... no response\nGreen light, go time\nWhere yo block? 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I know mine\n[00:51.94] So you know, one time, snitch nigga, bitch nigga\n[00:54.78] Re-up with a seven cuz that's all I can get, nigga\n[00:57.54] Small time hustler, me I'm just a governor\n[01:00.38] Of my city fuck with me juggle shots through ya jugular\n[01:03.74] Projects hold me down, A1 customers\n[01:06.44] A1 army guns, A1 predators\n[01:09.59] Pigs yellin' man down, got the law scared of us\n[01:12.59] Nigga we ain't scared of nothing, break it down, show me something\n[01:15.55] I don't wanna have to hit you with this fo' mayne\n[01:18.24] Burn ya whole block down like propane\n[01:21.11] Over that cocaine, tryna get mo' change\n[01:24.03] If you ain't know, now you know mayne!\n[01:27.06] Slang game green rain, sleet, hail, snow\n[01:29.15] Finna take another trip to the liquor store\n[01:31.95] The fiends wanna smoke and you can get smoked cuz\n[01:35.40] These streets ain't no motherfucking joke\n[01:38.26] Back on my bullshit, back on the blocks riffin'\n[01:41.20] Get it off re-up flippin', gettin' off his car flippin'\n[01:44.19] Model bitch think I'm trickin'\n[01:45.66] Oh no, no go\n[01:47.08] W-oh no\n[01:48.67] 30 bucks, mo' mo'\n[01:49.92] What the fuck you thought this was?\n[01:51.42] All I know is doin' me\n[01:52.77] Flyin' spur doin' 3\n[01:54.26] Gutter lane, blowin' tree\n[01:55.74] Homie what you smokin' on?\n[01:56.96] I can get it dirt cheap\n[01:58.51] I can get it for the low\n[02:00.06] Hard rock or pure blow\n[02:01.58] I can show you how to whip it\n[02:03.06] Birdies given off a show\n[02:04.35] Servin' quail in the kitchen\n[02:05.93] Remedy for meal tickets\n[02:07.24] Dope game, real wicked\n[02:08.61] Some deals go sour\n[02:10.28] Real niggas locked up\n[02:11.64] Snitched on by known cowards\n[02:12.99] OG told me that's life\n[02:14.43] Murders keep me rest at night\n[02:15.88] My daughter keep me level-headed, reason why I sacrifice\n[02:18.71] Story of a real nigga\n[02:20.26] This is how I feel, nigga\n[02:21.85] Come between my piece of mind, get yo ass killed nigga!\n[02:24.56] I don't wanna have to hit you with this fo' mayne\n[02:27.62] Burn ya whole block down like propane\n[02:30.55] Over that cocaine, tryna get mo' change\n[02:33.43] If you ain't know, now you know mayne!\n[02:36.22] Slang game green rain, sleet, hail, snow\n[02:38.94] Finna take another trip to the liquor store\n[02:41.80] The fiends wanna smoke and you can get smoked cuz\n[02:45.00] These streets ain't no motherfucking joke\n[02:47.31] My momma told me tread softly, gotta keep them feds off me\n[02:50.52] Gotta keep the guards on me, I know them mothafuckas want me\n[02:53.63] Know I gotta hold it down\n[02:55.09] Know I gotta run my town\n[02:56.28] Know tomorrows never promised\n[02:57.87] Know I gotta get it now\n[02:59.35] Know I got a job to finish\n[03:00.80] Know I need stock to grow\n[03:02.23] Know I need Lord's forgiveness\n[03:03.84] Know I've been through obstacles\n[03:05.16] Know I gotta shit on niggas\n[03:06.69] Know I gotta do my thang\n[03:08.08] Knowin' that I'm knee deep\n[03:09.50] Know the drama that it brings\n[03:10.99] Know I can't trust these hoes\n[03:12.36] Know I can't chase these bitches\n[03:13.84] Know I gotta chase this bread\n[03:15.29] Know I gotta push these Benzes\n[03:16.89] Know I gotta push these trucks\n[03:18.23] Know I gotta paint these pictures\n[03:19.70] Know I gotta give it up\n[03:21.06] Know you better mind your business\n[03:22.59] Know I gotta stay silent\n[03:24.07] Know I can't fall for nothing\n[03:25.49] Know I know hard times\n[03:26.74] Know I gotta stay humble\n[03:28.30] Know I gotta keep it gangsta\n[03:29.71] Know you gotta come and get me\n[03:31.39] Know I gotta keep it pushin'\n[03:32.71] Know you can't fuck with me\n[03:34.22] I don't wanna have to hit you with this fo' mayne\n[03:38.50] Burn ya whole block down like propane\n[03:40.03] Over that cocaine, tryna get mo' change\n[03:41.65] If you ain't know, now you know mayne!\n[03:45.40] Slang game green rain, sleet, hail, snow\n[03:48.32] Finna take another trip to the liquor store\n[03:51.12] The fiends wanna smoke and you can get smoked cuz\n[03:54.35] These streets ain't no motherfucking joke\n[03:56.82] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: No Joke (feat. 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Take ya time, bust a nigga no response\n  Rest a hater, respirator... no response\n  Green light, go time\n  Where yo block? 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