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Then twist it. You got a bowl? Fill it\nGot a blunt? Let me split it down the gut\nBut shit for what? Cause ain't no green on the scene\nMan, what the fuck?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Higher Learning\n artist: Jeezy\n album: 'TM:103: Hustlerz Ambition'\n duration_ms: 218000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I need some weed now (I need some weed now)\n Somebody call the weed man (Somebody call the weed man)\n I'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, tryna get high)\n I need some weed now\n Somebody call the weed man\n I'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, tryna get high)\n\n Woke up at the Ritz Carlton, damn sun in my face\n Racks in my jeans, gun still on my waist\n And I ain't leaving shit in my cup, that's such a waste\n You know I'm sipping on that straight like that \"oh, what a a taste!\"\n Tip the valet a hundred, I love to stunt\n Pulled up in that mean machine, leave it up front\n This passed out thing beside me, I barely know her\n But you can just imagine the shit I'm 'bout to show her\n Snow way, them streets too cold, them bitches polar\n Expectations out of this world, I'm thinking solar\n That's why I do it for that Kalamazoo\n And then NOLA, that's what happens\n When you learn to mix it with that soda\n\n I need some weed now (I need some weed now)\n Somebody call the weed man (Somebody call the weed man)\n I'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, tryna get high)\n I need some weed now\n Somebody call the weed man\n I'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, tryna get high)\n\n I wake up just to bake up, get my cake up and rise up\n Motivating factors that I'm liver than most\n I boast and bang, pour some pain in that thing\n Put some purple rain on your brain, unravel the flame\n Maintain my fame, get you new pictures\n Just to put in your frame\n We in the hood blowing kush with The Game\n Foot in the cane, walking just like I'm an Indian chief\n With no beef, real brief, with a wreath\n You may think it's a leaf!\n With the residue stuck deep down in your teeth\n When you smoking with the dogg, shit, you might not eat!\n It's OK, cause we lay, in the cut, on the hill, on the dip\n With a fit on Crip, don't trip\n\n I need some weed now (I need some weed now)\n Somebody call the weed man (Somebody call the weed man)\n I'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, tryna get high)\n I need some weed now\n Somebody call the weed man\n I'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, tryna get high)\n\n The coffee that I had, it was good to the last drop\n But now I'm fresh out and you know it don't, stop\n So please man, somebody call the weed man\n I'd call mine, but he's been low on herb even\n I'm fiending, daydreaming of the times when I had\n Much mota, many different kinds in the bag\n I fell hard for the funk, I can't fake the love\n I smoke dro, good Reggie, smoke shake to nugs\n If it's weed, then I'm with it\n You got a paper? Then twist it. You got a bowl? Fill it\n Got a blunt? Let me split it down the gut\n But shit for what? Cause ain't no green on the scene\n Man, what the fuck?\n"},{"id":32657120,"name":"Higher Learning","trackName":"Higher Learning","artistName":"Jeezy","albumName":"TM:103 Hustlerz Ambition (Deluxe)","duration":225.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I need some weed now (I need some weed now)\nSomebody call the weed man (Somebody call the weed man)\nI'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, tryna get high)\nI need some weed now\nSomebody call the weed man\nI'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, tryna get high)\n\nWoke up at the Ritz Carlton, damn sun in my face\nRacks in my jeans, gun still on my waist\nAnd I ain't leaving shit in my cup, that's such a waste\nYou know I'm sipping on that straight like that \"oh, what a a taste!\"\nTip the valet a hundred, I love to stunt\nPulled up in that mean machine, leave it up front\nThis passed out thing beside me, I barely know her\nBut you can just imagine the shit I'm 'bout to show her\nSnow way, them streets too cold, them bitches polar\nExpectations out of this world, I'm thinking solar\nThat's why I do it for that Kalamazoo\nAnd then NOLA, that's what happens\nWhen you learn to mix it with that soda\n\nI need some weed now (I need some weed now)\nSomebody call the weed man (Somebody call the weed man)\nI'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, tryna get high)\nI need some weed now\nSomebody call the weed man\nI'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, tryna get high)\n\nI wake up just to bake up, get my cake up and rise up\nMotivating factors that I'm liver than most\nI boast and bang, pour some pain in that thing\nPut some purple rain on your brain, unravel the flame\nMaintain my fame, get you new pictures\nJust to put in your frame\nWe in the hood blowing kush with The Game\nFoot in the cane, walking just like I'm an Indian chief\nWith no beef, real brief, with a wreath\nYou may think it's a leaf!\nWith the residue stuck deep down in your teeth\nWhen you smoking with the dogg, shit, you might not eat!\nIt's OK, cause we lay, in the cut, on the hill, on the dip\nWith a fit on Crip, don't trip\n\nI need some weed now (I need some weed now)\nSomebody call the weed man (Somebody call the weed man)\nI'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, tryna get high)\nI need some weed now\nSomebody call the weed man\nI'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, tryna get high)\n\nThe coffee that I had, it was good to the last drop\nBut now I'm fresh out and you know it don't, stop\nSo please man, somebody call the weed man\nI'd call mine, but he's been low on herb even\nI'm fiending, daydreaming of the times when I had\nMuch mota, many different kinds in the bag\nI fell hard for the funk, I can't fake the love\nI smoke dro, good Reggie, smoke shake to nugs\nIf it's weed, then I'm with it\nYou got a paper? Then twist it. You got a bowl? Fill it\nGot a blunt? Let me split it down the gut\nBut shit for what? Cause ain't no green on the scene\nMan, what the fuck?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Higher Learning\n artist: Jeezy\n album: TM:103 Hustlerz Ambition (Deluxe)\n duration_ms: 225000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I need some weed now (I need some weed now)\n Somebody call the weed man (Somebody call the weed man)\n I'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, tryna get high)\n I need some weed now\n Somebody call the weed man\n I'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, tryna get high)\n\n Woke up at the Ritz Carlton, damn sun in my face\n Racks in my jeans, gun still on my waist\n And I ain't leaving shit in my cup, that's such a waste\n You know I'm sipping on that straight like that \"oh, what a a taste!\"\n Tip the valet a hundred, I love to stunt\n Pulled up in that mean machine, leave it up front\n This passed out thing beside me, I barely know her\n But you can just imagine the shit I'm 'bout to show her\n Snow way, them streets too cold, them bitches polar\n Expectations out of this world, I'm thinking solar\n That's why I do it for that Kalamazoo\n And then NOLA, that's what happens\n When you learn to mix it with that soda\n\n I need some weed now (I need some weed now)\n Somebody call the weed man (Somebody call the weed man)\n I'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, tryna get high)\n I need some weed now\n Somebody call the weed man\n I'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, tryna get high)\n\n I wake up just to bake up, get my cake up and rise up\n Motivating factors that I'm liver than most\n I boast and bang, pour some pain in that thing\n Put some purple rain on your brain, unravel the flame\n Maintain my fame, get you new pictures\n Just to put in your frame\n We in the hood blowing kush with The Game\n Foot in the cane, walking just like I'm an Indian chief\n With no beef, real brief, with a wreath\n You may think it's a leaf!\n With the residue stuck deep down in your teeth\n When you smoking with the dogg, shit, you might not eat!\n It's OK, cause we lay, in the cut, on the hill, on the dip\n With a fit on Crip, don't trip\n\n I need some weed now (I need some weed now)\n Somebody call the weed man (Somebody call the weed man)\n I'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, tryna get high)\n I need some weed now\n Somebody call the weed man\n I'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, tryna get high)\n\n The coffee that I had, it was good to the last drop\n But now I'm fresh out and you know it don't, stop\n So please man, somebody call the weed man\n I'd call mine, but he's been low on herb even\n I'm fiending, daydreaming of the times when I had\n Much mota, many different kinds in the bag\n I fell hard for the funk, I can't fake the love\n I smoke dro, good Reggie, smoke shake to nugs\n If it's weed, then I'm with it\n You got a paper? Then twist it. You got a bowl? Fill it\n Got a blunt? Let me split it down the gut\n But shit for what? Cause ain't no green on the scene\n Man, what the fuck?\n"},{"id":9787228,"name":"Higher Learning","trackName":"Higher Learning","artistName":"Jeezy","albumName":"TM:103: Hustlerz Ambition","duration":224.94666666666666,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I need some weed now (I need some weed now)\nSomebody call the weed man (Somebody call the weed man)\nI'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, tryna get high)\nI need some weed now\nSomebody call the weed man\nI'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, tryna get high)\n\nWoke up at the Ritz Carlton, damn sun in my face\nRacks in my jeans, gun still on my waist\nAnd I ain't leaving shit in my cup, that's such a waste\nYou know I'm sipping on that straight like that \"oh, what a a taste!\"\nTip the valet a hundred, I love to stunt\nPulled up in that mean machine, leave it up front\nThis passed out thing beside me, I barely know her\nBut you can just imagine the shit I'm 'bout to show her\nSnow way, them streets too cold, them bitches polar\nExpectations out of this world, I'm thinking solar\nThat's why I do it for that Kalamazoo\nAnd then NOLA, that's what happens\nWhen you learn to mix it with that soda\n\nI need some weed now (I need some weed now)\nSomebody call the weed man (Somebody call the weed man)\nI'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, tryna get high)\nI need some weed now\nSomebody call the weed man\nI'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, tryna get high)\n\nI wake up just to bake up, get my cake up and rise up\nMotivating factors that I'm liver than most\nI boast and bang, pour some pain in that thing\nPut some purple rain on your brain, unravel the flame\nMaintain my fame, get you new pictures\nJust to put in your frame\nWe in the hood blowing kush with The Game\nFoot in the cane, walking just like I'm an Indian chief\nWith no beef, real brief, with a wreath\nYou may think it's a leaf!\nWith the residue stuck deep down in your teeth\nWhen you smoking with the dogg, shit, you might not eat!\nIt's OK, cause we lay, in the cut, on the hill, on the dip\nWith a fit on Crip, don't trip\n\nI need some weed now (I need some weed now)\nSomebody call the weed man (Somebody call the weed man)\nI'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, tryna get high)\nI need some weed now\nSomebody call the weed man\nI'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, tryna get high)\n\nThe coffee that I had, it was good to the last drop\nBut now I'm fresh out and you know it don't, stop\nSo please man, somebody call the weed man\nI'd call mine, but he's been low on herb even\nI'm fiending, daydreaming of the times when I had\nMuch mota, many different kinds in the bag\nI fell hard for the funk, I can't fake the love\nI smoke dro, good Reggie, smoke shake to nugs\nIf it's weed, then I'm with it\nYou got a paper? Then twist it. You got a bowl? Fill it\nGot a blunt? Let me split it down the gut\nBut shit for what? Cause ain't no green on the scene\nMan, what the fuck?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.08] I need some weed, man (I need some weed, man) (yeah)\n[00:02.73] Somebody call the weed man (somebody call the weed man, Westside brewer)\n[00:06.20] I'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, I'm tryna get high) (Lil Sam, 103 nigga, ha, 15 what up, nigga?)\n[00:12.32] I need some weed, man (oh) (yeah, let's go)\n[00:15.23] Somebody call the weed man (oh) (what's up, homie?)\n[00:18.28] I'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high) (it's higher learning, nigga)\n[00:22.87] I'm tryna get high (let's go)\n[00:25.05] Woke up in the Ritz-Carlton, damn sun in my face (face)\n[00:28.49] Racks on my jeans, gun still on my waist (no)\n[00:31.73] And I ain't leaving shit in my cup, that's such a waste (yeah)\n[00:34.47] You know I'm sipping on that straight like that, \"oh, what a a taste!\"\n[00:38.06] Tip the valet a hundred, I love to stunt\n[00:40.85] Pulled up in that mean machine, leave it up front\n[00:43.93] This passed out thing beside me, I barely know her\n[00:47.35] But you can just imagine the shit I'm 'bout to show her (yeah)\n[00:50.24] Snow way, them streets too cold, them bitches polar\n[00:52.90] My expectations is out of this world, I'm thinking solar\n[00:56.36] That's why I do it for that Kalamazoo and then NOLA\n[00:59.47] 'Cause that's what happens when you learn to mix it with that soda (yeah)\n[01:02.31] I need some weed, man (I need some weed, man)\n[01:05.29] Somebody call the weed man (somebody call the weed man)\n[01:08.35] I'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, I'm tryna get high)\n[01:14.71] I need some weed, man (oh)\n[01:17.43] Somebody call the weed man (oh, oh, yeah)\n[01:20.91] I'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, I'm tryna get high)\n[01:27.77] I wake up just to bake up, get my cake up and rise up\n[01:30.99] Motivating factors that I'm liver than most\n[01:34.19] I boast and bang, pour some pain in that thing\n[01:36.79] Put some purple rain on your brain, unravel the flame\n[01:39.82] Maintain my fame, get you new pictures, just to put in your frame\n[01:43.73] We in the hood blowing kush with the gang\n[01:45.98] Foot in the cane, walking just like I'm an Indian chief\n[01:49.05] With no beef, real brief, with a wreath, you may think it's a leaf\n[01:53.14] With the residue stuck deep down in your teeth\n[01:55.60] When you smoking with the Dogg, shit, you might not eat\n[01:58.39] It's ok, 'cause we lay, in the cut, on the hill, on the dip\n[02:02.32] With a fit on Crip, don't trip\n[02:04.78] I need some weed, man (I need some weed, man)\n[02:07.35] Somebody call the weed man (somebody call the weed man)\n[02:10.62] I'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, I'm tryna get high)\n[02:17.21] I need some weed, man (oh)\n[02:19.72] Somebody call the weed man (oh, oh, yeah)\n[02:23.00] I'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, I'm tryna get high)\n[02:30.37] The coffee that I had, it was good to the last drop\n[02:33.05] But now I'm fresh out, and you know it don't stop\n[02:36.65] So please, man, somebody call the weed man\n[02:39.31] I'd call mine, but he's been low on herb even\n[02:42.55] I'm fiending, daydreaming of the times when I had\n[02:45.40] Much mota, many different kinds in the bag\n[02:48.48] I fell hard for the funk, I can't fake the love\n[02:51.46] I smoke dro, good Reggie, smoke shake to nugs\n[02:54.78] If it's weed, then I'm with it\n[02:56.94] You got a paper? 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Then twist it. You got a bowl? Fill it.\n Got a blunt? Let me split it down the gut\n But shit for what? Cause ain't no green on the scene\n Man, what the fuck?\n"},{"id":35123157,"name":"Higher Learning","trackName":"Higher Learning","artistName":"Young Jeezy","albumName":"TM103 Hustlerz Ambition","duration":225.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Chorus]\nI need some weed now (I need some weed now)\nSomebody call the weed man (Somebody call the weed man)\nI'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, tryna get high)\nI need some weed now\nSomebody call the weed man\nI'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, tryna get high)\nWoke up at the Ritz Carlton, damn sun in my face\nRacks in my jeans, gun still on my waist\nAnd I ain't leaving shit in my cup, that's such a waste\nYou know I'm sipping on that straight like that \"oh, what a a taste!\"\nTip the valet a hundred, I love to stunt\nPulled up in that mean machine, leave it up front\nThis passed out thing beside me, I barely know her\nBut you can just imagine the shit I'm 'bout to show her\nSnow way, them streets too cold, them bitches polar\nExpectations out of this world, I'm thinking solar\nThat's why I do it for that Kalamazoo\nAnd then NOLA, that's what happens\nWhen you learn to mix it with that soda\n[Chorus]\nI wake up just to bake up, get my cake up and rise up\nMotivating factors that I'm liver than most\nI boast and bang, pour some pain in that thing\nPut some purple rain on your brain, unravel the flame\nMaintain my fame, get you new pictures\nJust to put in your frame\nWe in the hood blowing kush with The Game\nFoot in the cane, walking just like I'm an Indian chief\nWith no beef, real brief, with a wreath\nYou may think it's a leaf!\nWith the residue stuck deep down in your teeth\nWhen you smoking with the dogg, shit, you might not eat!\nIt's OK, cause we lay, in the cut, on the hill, on the dip\nWith a fit on Crip, don't trip\n[Chorus]\nThe coffee that I had, it was good to the last drop\nBut now I'm fresh out and you know it don't, stop\nSo please man, somebody call the weed man\nI'd call mine, but he's been low on herb even\nI'm fiending, daydreaming of the times when I had\nMuch mota, many different kinds in the bag\nI fell hard for the funk, I can't fake the love\nI smoke dro, good Reggie, smoke shake to nugs\nIf it's weed, then I'm with it\nYou got a paper? 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Cause ain't no green on the scene\n Man, what the fuck?\n"},{"id":15018998,"name":"Higher Learning","trackName":"Higher Learning","artistName":"Jeezy; Snoop Dogg; Devin The Dude; Mitchelle'l","albumName":"TM:103 Hustlerz Ambition (Deluxe)","duration":225.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I need some weed now (I need some weed now)\nSomebody call the weed man (Somebody call the weed man)\nI'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, tryna get high)\nI need some weed now\nSomebody call the weed man\nI'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, tryna get high)\n\nWoke up at the Ritz Carlton, damn sun in my face\nRacks in my jeans, gun still on my waist\nAnd I ain't leaving shit in my cup, that's such a waste\nYou know I'm sipping on that straight like that \"oh, what a a taste!\"\nTip the valet a hundred, I love to stunt\nPulled up in that mean machine, leave it up front\nThis passed out thing beside me, I barely know her\nBut you can just imagine the shit I'm 'bout to show her\nSnow way, them streets too cold, them bitches polar\nExpectations out of this world, I'm thinking solar\nThat's why I do it for that Kalamazoo\nAnd then NOLA, that's what happens\nWhen you learn to mix it with that soda\n\nI need some weed now (I need some weed now)\nSomebody call the weed man (Somebody call the weed man)\nI'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, tryna get high)\nI need some weed now\nSomebody call the weed man\nI'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, tryna get high)\n\nI wake up just to bake up, get my cake up and rise up\nMotivating factors that I'm liver than most\nI boast and bang, pour some pain in that thing\nPut some purple rain on your brain, unravel the flame\nMaintain my fame, get you new pictures\nJust to put in your frame\nWe in the hood blowing kush with The Game\nFoot in the cane, walking just like I'm an Indian chief\nWith no beef, real brief, with a wreath\nYou may think it's a leaf!\nWith the residue stuck deep down in your teeth\nWhen you smoking with the dogg, shit, you might not eat!\nIt's OK, cause we lay, in the cut, on the hill, on the dip\nWith a fit on Crip, don't trip\n\nI need some weed now (I need some weed now)\nSomebody call the weed man (Somebody call the weed man)\nI'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, tryna get high)\nI need some weed now\nSomebody call the weed man\nI'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, tryna get high)\n\nThe coffee that I had, it was good to the last drop\nBut now I'm fresh out and you know it don't, stop\nSo please man, somebody call the weed man\nI'd call mine, but he's been low on herb even\nI'm fiending, daydreaming of the times when I had\nMuch mota, many different kinds in the bag\nI fell hard for the funk, I can't fake the love\nI smoke dro, good Reggie, smoke shake to nugs\nIf it's weed, then I'm with it\nYou got a paper? Then twist it. You got a bowl? Fill it\nGot a blunt? Let me split it down the gut\nBut shit for what? 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Cause ain't no green on the scene\nMan, what the fuck?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.08] I need some weed, man (I need some weed, man) (yeah)\n[00:02.73] Somebody call the weed man (somebody call the weed man, Westside brewer)\n[00:06.20] I'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, I'm tryna get high) (Lil Sam, 103 nigga, ha, 15 what up, nigga?)\n[00:12.32] I need some weed, man (oh) (yeah, let's go)\n[00:15.23] Somebody call the weed man (oh) (what's up, homie?)\n[00:18.28] I'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high) (it's higher learning, nigga)\n[00:22.87] I'm tryna get high (let's go)\n[00:25.05] Woke up in the Ritz-Carlton, damn sun in my face (face)\n[00:28.49] Racks on my jeans, gun still on my waist (no)\n[00:31.73] And I ain't leaving shit in my cup, that's such a waste (yeah)\n[00:34.47] You know I'm sipping on that straight like that, \"oh, what a a taste!\"\n[00:38.06] Tip the valet a hundred, I love to stunt\n[00:40.85] Pulled up in that mean machine, leave it up front\n[00:43.93] This passed out thing beside me, I barely know her\n[00:47.35] But you can just imagine the shit I'm 'bout to show her (yeah)\n[00:50.24] Snow way, them streets too cold, them bitches polar\n[00:52.90] My expectations is out of this world, I'm thinking solar\n[00:56.36] That's why I do it for that Kalamazoo and then NOLA\n[00:59.47] 'Cause that's what happens when you learn to mix it with that soda (yeah)\n[01:02.31] I need some weed, man (I need some weed, man)\n[01:05.29] Somebody call the weed man (somebody call the weed man)\n[01:08.35] I'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, I'm tryna get high)\n[01:14.71] I need some weed, man (oh)\n[01:17.43] Somebody call the weed man (oh, oh, yeah)\n[01:20.91] I'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, I'm tryna get high)\n[01:27.77] I wake up just to bake up, get my cake up and rise up\n[01:30.99] Motivating factors that I'm liver than most\n[01:34.19] I boast and bang, pour some pain in that thing\n[01:36.79] Put some purple rain on your brain, unravel the flame\n[01:39.82] Maintain my fame, get you new pictures, just to put in your frame\n[01:43.73] We in the hood blowing kush with the gang\n[01:45.98] Foot in the cane, walking just like I'm an Indian chief\n[01:49.05] With no beef, real brief, with a wreath, you may think it's a leaf\n[01:53.14] With the residue stuck deep down in your teeth\n[01:55.60] When you smoking with the Dogg, shit, you might not eat\n[01:58.39] It's ok, 'cause we lay, in the cut, on the hill, on the dip\n[02:02.32] With a fit on Crip, don't trip\n[02:04.78] I need some weed, man (I need some weed, man)\n[02:07.35] Somebody call the weed man (somebody call the weed man)\n[02:10.62] I'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, I'm tryna get high)\n[02:17.21] I need some weed, man (oh)\n[02:19.72] Somebody call the weed man (oh, oh, yeah)\n[02:23.00] I'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, I'm tryna get high)\n[02:30.37] The coffee that I had, it was good to the last drop\n[02:33.05] But now I'm fresh out, and you know it don't stop\n[02:36.65] So please, man, somebody call the weed man\n[02:39.31] I'd call mine, but he's been low on herb even\n[02:42.55] I'm fiending, daydreaming of the times when I had\n[02:45.40] Much mota, many different kinds in the bag\n[02:48.48] I fell hard for the funk, I can't fake the love\n[02:51.46] I smoke dro, good Reggie, smoke shake to nugs\n[02:54.78] If it's weed, then I'm with it\n[02:56.94] You got a paper? Then twist it? Got a bowl? Fill it?\n[02:59.68] Got a blunt? Let me split it down the gut\n[03:01.82] But shit for what? 'Cause ain't no green on the scene\n[03:05.95] Man, what the fuck?\n[03:07.16] I need some weed, man (I need some weed, man)\n[03:09.81] Somebody call the weed man (somebody call the weed man)\n[03:12.95] I'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, I'm tryna get high)\n[03:19.55] I need some weed, man (oh)\n[03:22.13] Somebody call the weed man (oh, oh, yeah)\n[03:25.38] I'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, I'm tryna get high)\n[03:44.84] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Higher Learning\n artist: Jeezy feat. 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Snoop Dogg, Devin the Dude & MITCHELLE'L)\n artist: Jeezy\n album: TM:103 Hustlerz Ambition (Deluxe Version)\n duration_ms: 224862\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I need some weed now (I need some weed now)\n Somebody call the weed man (Somebody call the weed man)\n I'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, tryna get high)\n I need some weed now\n Somebody call the weed man\n I'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, tryna get high)\n\n Woke up at the Ritz Carlton, damn sun in my face\n Racks in my jeans, gun still on my waist\n And I ain't leaving shit in my cup, that's such a waste\n You know I'm sipping on that straight like that \"oh, what a a taste!\"\n Tip the valet a hundred, I love to stunt\n Pulled up in that mean machine, leave it up front\n This passed out thing beside me, I barely know her\n But you can just imagine the shit I'm 'bout to show her\n Snow way, them streets too cold, them bitches polar\n Expectations out of this world, I'm thinking solar\n That's why I do it for that Kalamazoo\n And then NOLA, that's what happens\n When you learn to mix it with that soda\n\n I need some weed now (I need some weed now)\n Somebody call the weed man (Somebody call the weed man)\n I'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, tryna get high)\n I need some weed now\n Somebody call the weed man\n I'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, tryna get high)\n\n I wake up just to bake up, get my cake up and rise up\n Motivating factors that I'm liver than most\n I boast and bang, pour some pain in that thing\n Put some purple rain on your brain, unravel the flame\n Maintain my fame, get you new pictures\n Just to put in your frame\n We in the hood blowing kush with The Game\n Foot in the cane, walking just like I'm an Indian chief\n With no beef, real brief, with a wreath\n You may think it's a leaf!\n With the residue stuck deep down in your teeth\n When you smoking with the dogg, shit, you might not eat!\n It's OK, cause we lay, in the cut, on the hill, on the dip\n With a fit on Crip, don't trip\n\n I need some weed now (I need some weed now)\n Somebody call the weed man (Somebody call the weed man)\n I'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, tryna get high)\n I need some weed now\n Somebody call the weed man\n I'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, tryna get high)\n\n The coffee that I had, it was good to the last drop\n But now I'm fresh out and you know it don't, stop\n So please man, somebody call the weed man\n I'd call mine, but he's been low on herb even\n I'm fiending, daydreaming of the times when I had\n Much mota, many different kinds in the bag\n I fell hard for the funk, I can't fake the love\n I smoke dro, good Reggie, smoke shake to nugs\n If it's weed, then I'm with it\n You got a paper? Then twist it. You got a bowl? Fill it\n Got a blunt? Let me split it down the gut\n But shit for what? Cause ain't no green on the scene\n Man, what the fuck?\n"},{"id":16707626,"name":"Higher Learning (Feat. Snoop Dogg, Devin The Dude, Mitchelle'l)","trackName":"Higher Learning (Feat. 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Then twist it. You got a bowl? Fill it\nGot a blunt? Let me split it down the gut\nBut shit for what? Cause ain't no green on the scene\nMan, what the fuck?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Higher Learning (Feat. 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Then twist it. You got a bowl? Fill it\n Got a blunt? Let me split it down the gut\n But shit for what? Cause ain't no green on the scene\n Man, what the fuck?\n"},{"id":25156492,"name":"Higher Learning (feat Snoop Dogg, Devin The Dude & Mitchelle'l')","trackName":"Higher Learning (feat Snoop Dogg, Devin The Dude & Mitchelle'l')","artistName":"Jeezy","albumName":"TM103: Hustlerz Ambition","duration":224.992653,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I need some weed now (I need some weed now)\nSomebody call the weed man (Somebody call the weed man)\nI'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, tryna get high)\nI need some weed now\nSomebody call the weed man\nI'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, tryna get high)\n\nWoke up at the Ritz Carlton, damn sun in my face\nRacks in my jeans, gun still on my waist\nAnd I ain't leaving shit in my cup, that's such a waste\nYou know I'm sipping on that straight like that \"oh, what a a taste!\"\nTip the valet a hundred, I love to stunt\nPulled up in that mean machine, leave it up front\nThis passed out thing beside me, I barely know her\nBut you can just imagine the shit I'm 'bout to show her\nSnow way, them streets too cold, them bitches polar\nExpectations out of this world, I'm thinking solar\nThat's why I do it for that Kalamazoo\nAnd then NOLA, that's what happens\nWhen you learn to mix it with that soda\n\nI need some weed now (I need some weed now)\nSomebody call the weed man (Somebody call the weed man)\nI'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, tryna get high)\nI need some weed now\nSomebody call the weed man\nI'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, tryna get high)\n\nI wake up just to bake up, get my cake up and rise up\nMotivating factors that I'm liver than most\nI boast and bang, pour some pain in that thing\nPut some purple rain on your brain, unravel the flame\nMaintain my fame, get you new pictures\nJust to put in your frame\nWe in the hood blowing kush with The Game\nFoot in the cane, walking just like I'm an Indian chief\nWith no beef, real brief, with a wreath\nYou may think it's a leaf!\nWith the residue stuck deep down in your teeth\nWhen you smoking with the dogg, shit, you might not eat!\nIt's OK, cause we lay, in the cut, on the hill, on the dip\nWith a fit on Crip, don't trip\n\nI need some weed now (I need some weed now)\nSomebody call the weed man (Somebody call the weed man)\nI'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, tryna get high)\nI need some weed now\nSomebody call the weed man\nI'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, tryna get high)\n\nThe coffee that I had, it was good to the last drop\nBut now I'm fresh out and you know it don't, stop\nSo please man, somebody call the weed man\nI'd call mine, but he's been low on herb even\nI'm fiending, daydreaming of the times when I had\nMuch mota, many different kinds in the bag\nI fell hard for the funk, I can't fake the love\nI smoke dro, good Reggie, smoke shake to nugs\nIf it's weed, then I'm with it\nYou got a paper? Then twist it. You got a bowl? Fill it\nGot a blunt? Let me split it down the gut\nBut shit for what? Cause ain't no green on the scene\nMan, what the fuck?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Higher Learning (feat Snoop Dogg, Devin The Dude & Mitchelle'l')\n artist: Jeezy\n album: 'TM103: Hustlerz Ambition'\n duration_ms: 224993\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I need some weed now (I need some weed now)\n Somebody call the weed man (Somebody call the weed man)\n I'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, tryna get high)\n I need some weed now\n Somebody call the weed man\n I'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, tryna get high)\n\n Woke up at the Ritz Carlton, damn sun in my face\n Racks in my jeans, gun still on my waist\n And I ain't leaving shit in my cup, that's such a waste\n You know I'm sipping on that straight like that \"oh, what a a taste!\"\n Tip the valet a hundred, I love to stunt\n Pulled up in that mean machine, leave it up front\n This passed out thing beside me, I barely know her\n But you can just imagine the shit I'm 'bout to show her\n Snow way, them streets too cold, them bitches polar\n Expectations out of this world, I'm thinking solar\n That's why I do it for that Kalamazoo\n And then NOLA, that's what happens\n When you learn to mix it with that soda\n\n I need some weed now (I need some weed now)\n Somebody call the weed man (Somebody call the weed man)\n I'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, tryna get high)\n I need some weed now\n Somebody call the weed man\n I'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, tryna get high)\n\n I wake up just to bake up, get my cake up and rise up\n Motivating factors that I'm liver than most\n I boast and bang, pour some pain in that thing\n Put some purple rain on your brain, unravel the flame\n Maintain my fame, get you new pictures\n Just to put in your frame\n We in the hood blowing kush with The Game\n Foot in the cane, walking just like I'm an Indian chief\n With no beef, real brief, with a wreath\n You may think it's a leaf!\n With the residue stuck deep down in your teeth\n When you smoking with the dogg, shit, you might not eat!\n It's OK, cause we lay, in the cut, on the hill, on the dip\n With a fit on Crip, don't trip\n\n I need some weed now (I need some weed now)\n Somebody call the weed man (Somebody call the weed man)\n I'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, tryna get high)\n I need some weed now\n Somebody call the weed man\n I'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, tryna get high)\n\n The coffee that I had, it was good to the last drop\n But now I'm fresh out and you know it don't, stop\n So please man, somebody call the weed man\n I'd call mine, but he's been low on herb even\n I'm fiending, daydreaming of the times when I had\n Much mota, many different kinds in the bag\n I fell hard for the funk, I can't fake the love\n I smoke dro, good Reggie, smoke shake to nugs\n If it's weed, then I'm with it\n You got a paper? Then twist it. You got a bowl? Fill it\n Got a blunt? Let me split it down the gut\n But shit for what? Cause ain't no green on the scene\n Man, what the fuck?\n"},{"id":27434665,"name":"Higher Learning (feat. Snoop Dogg, Devin The Dude","trackName":"Higher Learning (feat. 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Then twist it? Got a bowl? Fill it?\nGot a blunt? Let me split it down the gut\nBut shit for what? 'Cause ain't no green on the scene\nMan, what the fuck?\n\nI need some weed, man (I need some weed, man)\nSomebody call the weed man (somebody call the weed man)\nI'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, I'm tryna get high)\nI need some weed, man (oh)\nSomebody call the weed man (oh, oh, yeah)\nI'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, I'm tryna get high)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.03] I need some weed, man (I need some weed, man) (yeah)\n[00:02.76] Somebody call the weed man (somebody call the weed man, Westside brewer)\n[00:06.25] I'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, I'm tryna get high) (Lil Sam, 103 nigga, ha, 15 what up, nigga?)\n[00:12.39] I need some weed, man (oh) (yeah, let's go)\n[00:15.24] Somebody call the weed man (oh) (what's up, homie?)\n[00:18.22] I'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high) (it's higher learning, nigga)\n[00:22.84] I'm tryna get high (let's go)\n[00:25.01] Woke up in the Ritz-Carlton, damn sun in my face (face)\n[00:28.48] Racks on my jeans, gun still on my waist (no)\n[00:31.77] And I ain't leaving shit in my cup, that's such a waste (yeah)\n[00:34.43] You know I'm sipping on that straight like that, \"oh, what a a taste!\"\n[00:38.04] Tip the valet a hundred, I love to stunt\n[00:40.83] Pulled up in that mean machine, leave it up front\n[00:43.91] This passed out thing beside me, I barely know her\n[00:47.30] But you can just imagine the shit I'm 'bout to show her (yeah)\n[00:50.22] Snow way, them streets too cold, them bitches polar\n[00:52.94] My expectations is out of this world, I'm thinking solar\n[00:56.38] That's why I do it for that Kalamazoo and then NOLA\n[00:59.46] 'Cause that's what happens when you learn to mix it with that soda (yeah)\n[01:02.32] I need some weed, man (I need some weed, man)\n[01:05.13] Somebody call the weed man (somebody call the weed man)\n[01:08.39] I'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, I'm tryna get high)\n[01:14.79] I need some weed, man (oh)\n[01:17.40] Somebody call the weed man (oh, oh, yeah)\n[01:20.94] I'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, I'm tryna get high)\n[01:27.76] I wake up just to bake up, get my cake up and rise up\n[01:30.96] Motivating factors that I'm liver than most\n[01:34.19] I boast and bang, pour some pain in that thing\n[01:36.73] Put some purple rain on your brain, unravel the flame\n[01:39.89] Maintain my fame, get you new pictures, just to put in your frame\n[01:43.79] We in the hood blowing kush with the gang\n[01:45.97] Foot in the cane, walking just like I'm an Indian chief\n[01:49.03] With no beef, real brief, with a wreath, you may think it's a leaf\n[01:53.13] With the residue stuck deep down in your teeth\n[01:55.65] When you smoking with the Dogg, shit, you might not eat\n[01:58.38] It's ok, 'cause we lay, in the cut, on the hill, on the dip\n[02:02.36] With a fit on Crip, don't trip\n[02:04.79] I need some weed, man (I need some weed, man)\n[02:07.39] Somebody call the weed man (somebody call the weed man)\n[02:10.54] I'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, I'm tryna get high)\n[02:17.27] I need some weed, man (oh)\n[02:19.71] Somebody call the weed man (oh, oh, yeah)\n[02:22.98] I'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high, I'm tryna get high)\n[02:30.38] The coffee that I had, it was good to the last drop\n[02:33.01] But now I'm fresh out, and you know it don't stop\n[02:36.67] So please, man, somebody call the weed man\n[02:39.31] I'd call mine, but he's been low on herb even\n[02:42.55] I'm fiending, daydreaming of the times when I had\n[02:45.44] Much mota, many different kinds in the bag\n[02:48.45] I fell hard for the funk, I can't fake the love\n[02:51.48] I smoke dro, good Reggie, smoke shake to nugs\n[02:54.77] If it's weed, then I'm with it\n[02:56.94] You got a paper? 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