[{"id":25169362,"name":"Bright Lights, Big City","trackName":"Bright Lights, Big City","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"Jones Time","duration":240.875102,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, turn it up in your head phones\nYa know like that shit sound like rock music\nYou know what I'm talkin' 'bout\nYea, my man Bruno just stepped in\nYou know how we living it up\nWe all gettin' money\nThat's what he like to say\nFuck it, it's my life nigga\nThis is a dream of a hustler\nI had the butter and the fiends was in love with us\nWe copped the gutta, not a team that could fuck with us\nAnd word to mother keep the thing in every truck with us\nNow I was fronting like Rich was and some of my bitches\nWas going so hard, got some of us sick thugs\nAnd minor setbacks got some of us tripped up\nBut the guns we done gripped up so we coming to get ya\nAnd fuck the local authorities\nAnd hope the big boys don't pick up my case\n'Cause for these big toys and these chips, we get chased\nPlaying ball just like the Orioles to get to 1st base\nBut the goons on 2nd, bust on 3rd\nYou know they move with the weapons, get bucks off birds\nIt's like I'm playing Chicken with my life\nTryna get this paper moving pitches for a price\nI come to ride out with them niggas, baby, we getting figures\nIt's byrd gang, we doing it big\nBut we towered up, get the Remy I'll need a cup\nYou slippin' good, can I get a squeeze?\nI don't think you want it with them niggas\n'Cause them hammers they won't hesitate to squeeze\nWe on the road, travel 'cross the globe\nAll my homies ain't diggin' cheese\nLook the nightmares of a trap star\nWith white tees, Nike air's and my fast car\nD.A tryna wrap me in the charge\nBut I just bought some V's and a pack in my garage\nNow me rapping what's the odds?\nWe the last crew standing diplomats now in charge\nYeah, 300 for the light show\nAnother hundred on the hand to watch the ice glow\nAnother 10 grand to watch the dice roll\nTrying to let you motherfuckers see this how my life go\nThe bright lights and this big city\nI'ma live the nightlife until the pigs get me\nRange Roving, Big Truck Series\nThe chain frozen, big chunk jewelry\nWhite girls say he's all semi cool\nBut you don't want to cost him 'cause he got a short fuse\nI come to ride out with them niggas, baby, we getting figures\nIt's byrd gang, we doing it big\nBut we towered up, get the Remy I'll need a cup\nYou slippin' good, can I get a squeeze?\nI don't think you want it with them niggas\n'Cause them hammers they won't hesitate to squeeze\nWe on the road, travel 'cross the globe\nAll my homies and they get cheese\nWe live life on reality and we flip white for a salary\nYou might catch us at the light in the lavish V\nBut watch them 'Blue And Whites', try and grab a G\nMaking some chips so the hate's getting thick\nWatch the world through my tint, smoking haze in the whip\nContemplate, maybe take a little trip\nOcean Drive heavy glean in my neck chillin'\nCall up cabs, rushing drinks out of 'Wet Willies'\n\"Eu Seuy O Balling\", but y'all foolish\nGetting locked up for crimes and ya lawyer's ain't Jewish\nThat's why I keep the Turnie's on the tainer\n'Cause every time I turn I'm getting chained up\nThey say what they want to search, tryna tame us\nI think they mad we from the turf and we dangerous\nAnd my whole crew icey we playing hockey like the rangers\nI come to ride out with them niggas, baby, we getting figures\nIt's byrd gang, we doing it big\nBut we towered up, get the Remy I'll need a cup\nYou slippin' good, can I get a squeeze?\nI don't think you want it with them niggas\n'Cause them hammers they won't hesitate to squeeze\nWe on the road, travel 'cross the globe\nAll my homies ain't diggin' cheese\nI don't think you want it with them niggas\n'Cause them hammers they won't hesitate to squeeze\nWe on the road, travel 'cross the globe\nAll my homies ain't diggin' cheese","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Bright Lights, Big City\n artist: Jim Jones\n album: Jones Time\n duration_ms: 240875\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yeah, turn it up in your head phones\n Ya know like that shit sound like rock music\n You know what I'm talkin' 'bout\n Yea, my man Bruno just stepped in\n You know how we living it up\n We all gettin' money\n That's what he like to say\n Fuck it, it's my life nigga\n This is a dream of a hustler\n I had the butter and the fiends was in love with us\n We copped the gutta, not a team that could fuck with us\n And word to mother keep the thing in every truck with us\n Now I was fronting like Rich was and some of my bitches\n Was going so hard, got some of us sick thugs\n And minor setbacks got some of us tripped up\n But the guns we done gripped up so we coming to get ya\n And fuck the local authorities\n And hope the big boys don't pick up my case\n 'Cause for these big toys and these chips, we get chased\n Playing ball just like the Orioles to get to 1st base\n But the goons on 2nd, bust on 3rd\n You know they move with the weapons, get bucks off birds\n It's like I'm playing Chicken with my life\n Tryna get this paper moving pitches for a price\n I come to ride out with them niggas, baby, we getting figures\n It's byrd gang, we doing it big\n But we towered up, get the Remy I'll need a cup\n You slippin' good, can I get a squeeze?\n I don't think you want it with them niggas\n 'Cause them hammers they won't hesitate to squeeze\n We on the road, travel 'cross the globe\n All my homies ain't diggin' cheese\n Look the nightmares of a trap star\n With white tees, Nike air's and my fast car\n D.A tryna wrap me in the charge\n But I just bought some V's and a pack in my garage\n Now me rapping what's the odds?\n We the last crew standing diplomats now in charge\n Yeah, 300 for the light show\n Another hundred on the hand to watch the ice glow\n Another 10 grand to watch the dice roll\n Trying to let you motherfuckers see this how my life go\n The bright lights and this big city\n I'ma live the nightlife until the pigs get me\n Range Roving, Big Truck Series\n The chain frozen, big chunk jewelry\n White girls say he's all semi cool\n But you don't want to cost him 'cause he got a short fuse\n I come to ride out with them niggas, baby, we getting figures\n It's byrd gang, we doing it big\n But we towered up, get the Remy I'll need a cup\n You slippin' good, can I get a squeeze?\n I don't think you want it with them niggas\n 'Cause them hammers they won't hesitate to squeeze\n We on the road, travel 'cross the globe\n All my homies and they get cheese\n We live life on reality and we flip white for a salary\n You might catch us at the light in the lavish V\n But watch them 'Blue And Whites', try and grab a G\n Making some chips so the hate's getting thick\n Watch the world through my tint, smoking haze in the whip\n Contemplate, maybe take a little trip\n Ocean Drive heavy glean in my neck chillin'\n Call up cabs, rushing drinks out of 'Wet Willies'\n \"Eu Seuy O Balling\", but y'all foolish\n Getting locked up for crimes and ya lawyer's ain't Jewish\n That's why I keep the Turnie's on the tainer\n 'Cause every time I turn I'm getting chained up\n They say what they want to search, tryna tame us\n I think they mad we from the turf and we dangerous\n And my whole crew icey we playing hockey like the rangers\n I come to ride out with them niggas, baby, we getting figures\n It's byrd gang, we doing it big\n But we towered up, get the Remy I'll need a cup\n You slippin' good, can I get a squeeze?\n I don't think you want it with them niggas\n 'Cause them hammers they won't hesitate to squeeze\n We on the road, travel 'cross the globe\n All my homies ain't diggin' cheese\n I don't think you want it with them niggas\n 'Cause them hammers they won't hesitate to squeeze\n We on the road, travel 'cross the globe\n All my homies ain't diggin' cheese\n"},{"id":19867088,"name":"Bright Lights, Big City - Max B., , Jim Jones","trackName":"Bright Lights, Big City - Max B., , Jim Jones","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product of My Environment)","duration":256.426,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jim Jones\nHustler's P.O.M.E.\nBright Lights, Big City\nTHE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\nTHE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\nTHE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\nTHE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\n\n[Jim Jones]\nThis is a dream of a hustler (like a nightmare!)\nI had the butter and the fiends was in love with us (that Fishscale!)\nWe copped the gutta, not a team that could fuck with us! (Dipset!)\nAnd word to mother keep the thing in every truck with us\nNow I was fronting like Rich was, and some of my bit-ches\nWas going so hard, got some of us sick thugs (SNAGZ!)\nAnd minor setbacks got some of us tripped up but...\nThe guns we done gripped up so we coming to get ya!\nAnd fuck the local authorities (fuck em!), and hope the big boys don't pick up my case\nCause for these big toys and these chips, we get chased! (balling!)\nPlaying ball just like the Orioles to get to 1st base\nBut the... goons on 2nd, bust on 3rd (WATCH IT!)\nYou know they... move with the weapons, get bucks off birds (iT'S CRAZY OUT HERE!)\nIt's like I'm playing Chicken with my life\nTryna get this paper moving pitches for a price\n\n[Max B: Hook]\nWE COME TO RIDE OUT WITH THEM NIGGAZ BABY WE GETTING FIGURES\nIT'S BYRD GANG... WE DOING IT BIIIIIG\nBUT WE TOWERED UP, GET THE REMY I'LL GET A CUP... YOU SLIPPIN GOOD, CAN I GET A SQUEEEEEZE\nI DON'T THINK YOU WANT IT WITH THEM NIGGAZ\nCAUSE THEM HAMMERS THEY WONT HESISTATE TO SQUEEZE\nWE ON THE ROAD, TRAVEL CROSS THE GLOBE... ALL MY HOMIES UP WITH THIS GETTING CHEEEEEESE\n\n[Jim Jones]\nLook... the nightmares of a trap star (SCAAARY!)\nWith white tees, Nike air's and my fast car (CRUUUUSING!)\nD.A tryna wrap me in the charge\nBut I just bought some V's and a pack in my garage\nNow... me rapping what's the odds?\nWe the last crew standing... DIPLOMATS NOW IN CHARGE!\nNow... 300 for the light show\nAnother hundred on the hand to watch the ice glow\nAnother 10 grand to watch the dice roll\nTrying to let you motherfuckers see this how my life go (THIS IS REAL SHIT!)\nThe bright lights and this big city\nI'ma live the nightlife until the pigs get me\nRange Rove'ing, Big Truck Series\nThe chain frozen, big chunk jewelry\nWhite girls say he's all semi cool\nBut you don't want to cost him cause he got a short fuse\n\n[Hook]\n\n[Jim Jones]\nWe live life on reality\nAnd we flip white for a salary\nYou might catch us at the light in the lavish V\nBut watch them \"Blue & Whites\" try and grab a G\nMaking some chips so the hate's getting thick (I FEEL IT!)\nWatch the world through my tint, smoking haze in the whip (THAT PURRRRPLEEE!)\nContemplate, maybe take a little trip\nOcean Drive heavy glean in my necklace\nCall up cabs, rushing drinks out of \"Wet Willies\"\n\"Eu Seuy O Balling\" but y'all foolish\nGetting locked up for crimes and ya lawyer's ain't Jewish! (STUUUUUUUUUPID!)\nThat's why I keep the Turnie's on the tainer\nCause everytime I turn I'm getting chained up\nThey say what they want to search, tryna tame us\nI think they mad we from the turf and we dangerous\nAND MY WHOLE CREW ICEY WE PLAYING HOCKEY LIKE THE RANGERS\n\n[Hook]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Bright Lights, Big City - Max B., , Jim Jones\n artist: Jim Jones\n album: Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product of My Environment)\n duration_ms: 256426\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Jim Jones\n Hustler's P.O.M.E.\n Bright Lights, Big City\n THE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\n THE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\n THE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\n THE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\n\n [Jim Jones]\n This is a dream of a hustler (like a nightmare!)\n I had the butter and the fiends was in love with us (that Fishscale!)\n We copped the gutta, not a team that could fuck with us! (Dipset!)\n And word to mother keep the thing in every truck with us\n Now I was fronting like Rich was, and some of my bit-ches\n Was going so hard, got some of us sick thugs (SNAGZ!)\n And minor setbacks got some of us tripped up but...\n The guns we done gripped up so we coming to get ya!\n And fuck the local authorities (fuck em!), and hope the big boys don't pick up my case\n Cause for these big toys and these chips, we get chased! (balling!)\n Playing ball just like the Orioles to get to 1st base\n But the... goons on 2nd, bust on 3rd (WATCH IT!)\n You know they... move with the weapons, get bucks off birds (iT'S CRAZY OUT HERE!)\n It's like I'm playing Chicken with my life\n Tryna get this paper moving pitches for a price\n\n [Max B: Hook]\n WE COME TO RIDE OUT WITH THEM NIGGAZ BABY WE GETTING FIGURES\n IT'S BYRD GANG... WE DOING IT BIIIIIG\n BUT WE TOWERED UP, GET THE REMY I'LL GET A CUP... YOU SLIPPIN GOOD, CAN I GET A SQUEEEEEZE\n I DON'T THINK YOU WANT IT WITH THEM NIGGAZ\n CAUSE THEM HAMMERS THEY WONT HESISTATE TO SQUEEZE\n WE ON THE ROAD, TRAVEL CROSS THE GLOBE... ALL MY HOMIES UP WITH THIS GETTING CHEEEEEESE\n\n [Jim Jones]\n Look... the nightmares of a trap star (SCAAARY!)\n With white tees, Nike air's and my fast car (CRUUUUSING!)\n D.A tryna wrap me in the charge\n But I just bought some V's and a pack in my garage\n Now... me rapping what's the odds?\n We the last crew standing... DIPLOMATS NOW IN CHARGE!\n Now... 300 for the light show\n Another hundred on the hand to watch the ice glow\n Another 10 grand to watch the dice roll\n Trying to let you motherfuckers see this how my life go (THIS IS REAL SHIT!)\n The bright lights and this big city\n I'ma live the nightlife until the pigs get me\n Range Rove'ing, Big Truck Series\n The chain frozen, big chunk jewelry\n White girls say he's all semi cool\n But you don't want to cost him cause he got a short fuse\n\n [Hook]\n\n [Jim Jones]\n We live life on reality\n And we flip white for a salary\n You might catch us at the light in the lavish V\n But watch them \"Blue & Whites\" try and grab a G\n Making some chips so the hate's getting thick (I FEEL IT!)\n Watch the world through my tint, smoking haze in the whip (THAT PURRRRPLEEE!)\n Contemplate, maybe take a little trip\n Ocean Drive heavy glean in my necklace\n Call up cabs, rushing drinks out of \"Wet Willies\"\n \"Eu Seuy O Balling\" but y'all foolish\n Getting locked up for crimes and ya lawyer's ain't Jewish! (STUUUUUUUUUPID!)\n That's why I keep the Turnie's on the tainer\n Cause everytime I turn I'm getting chained up\n They say what they want to search, tryna tame us\n I think they mad we from the turf and we dangerous\n AND MY WHOLE CREW ICEY WE PLAYING HOCKEY LIKE THE RANGERS\n\n [Hook]\n"},{"id":6043948,"name":"Bright Lights, Big City","trackName":"Bright Lights, Big City","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product Of My Environment)","duration":256.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, turn it up in your head phones\nYa know like that shit sound like rock music\nYou know what I'm talkin' 'bout\nYea, my man Bruno just stepped in\nYou know how we living it up\nWe all gettin' money\nThat's what he like to say\nFuck it, it's my life nigga\nThis is a dream of a hustler\nI had the butter and the fiends was in love with us\nWe copped the gutta, not a team that could fuck with us\nAnd word to mother keep the thing in every truck with us\nNow I was fronting like Rich was and some of my bitches\nWas going so hard, got some of us sick thugs\nAnd minor setbacks got some of us tripped up\nBut the guns we done gripped up so we coming to get ya\nAnd fuck the local authorities\nAnd hope the big boys don't pick up my case\n'Cause for these big toys and these chips, we get chased\nPlaying ball just like the Orioles to get to 1st base\nBut the goons on 2nd, bust on 3rd\nYou know they move with the weapons, get bucks off birds\nIt's like I'm playing Chicken with my life\nTryna get this paper moving pitches for a price\nI come to ride out with them niggas, baby, we getting figures\nIt's byrd gang, we doing it big\nBut we towered up, get the Remy I'll need a cup\nYou slippin' good, can I get a squeeze?\nI don't think you want it with them niggas\n'Cause them hammers they won't hesitate to squeeze\nWe on the road, travel 'cross the globe\nAll my homies ain't diggin' cheese\nLook the nightmares of a trap star\nWith white tees, Nike air's and my fast car\nD.A tryna wrap me in the charge\nBut I just bought some V's and a pack in my garage\nNow me rapping what's the odds?\nWe the last crew standing diplomats now in charge\nYeah, 300 for the light show\nAnother hundred on the hand to watch the ice glow\nAnother 10 grand to watch the dice roll\nTrying to let you motherfuckers see this how my life go\nThe bright lights and this big city\nI'ma live the nightlife until the pigs get me\nRange Roving, Big Truck Series\nThe chain frozen, big chunk jewelry\nWhite girls say he's all semi cool\nBut you don't want to cost him 'cause he got a short fuse\nI come to ride out with them niggas, baby, we getting figures\nIt's byrd gang, we doing it big\nBut we towered up, get the Remy I'll need a cup\nYou slippin' good, can I get a squeeze?\nI don't think you want it with them niggas\n'Cause them hammers they won't hesitate to squeeze\nWe on the road, travel 'cross the globe\nAll my homies and they get cheese\nWe live life on reality and we flip white for a salary\nYou might catch us at the light in the lavish V\nBut watch them 'Blue And Whites', try and grab a G\nMaking some chips so the hate's getting thick\nWatch the world through my tint, smoking haze in the whip\nContemplate, maybe take a little trip\nOcean Drive heavy glean in my neck chillin'\nCall up cabs, rushing drinks out of 'Wet Willies'\n\"Eu Seuy O Balling\", but y'all foolish\nGetting locked up for crimes and ya lawyer's ain't Jewish\nThat's why I keep the Turnie's on the tainer\n'Cause every time I turn I'm getting chained up\nThey say what they want to search, tryna tame us\nI think they mad we from the turf and we dangerous\nAnd my whole crew icey we playing hockey like the rangers\nI come to ride out with them niggas, baby, we getting figures\nIt's byrd gang, we doing it big\nBut we towered up, get the Remy I'll need a cup\nYou slippin' good, can I get a squeeze?\nI don't think you want it with them niggas\n'Cause them hammers they won't hesitate to squeeze\nWe on the road, travel 'cross the globe\nAll my homies ain't diggin' cheese\nI don't think you want it with them niggas\n'Cause them hammers they won't hesitate to squeeze\nWe on the road, travel 'cross the globe\nAll my homies ain't diggin' cheese","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Bright Lights, Big City\n artist: Jim Jones\n album: Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product Of My Environment)\n duration_ms: 256000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yeah, turn it up in your head phones\n Ya know like that shit sound like rock music\n You know what I'm talkin' 'bout\n Yea, my man Bruno just stepped in\n You know how we living it up\n We all gettin' money\n That's what he like to say\n Fuck it, it's my life nigga\n This is a dream of a hustler\n I had the butter and the fiends was in love with us\n We copped the gutta, not a team that could fuck with us\n And word to mother keep the thing in every truck with us\n Now I was fronting like Rich was and some of my bitches\n Was going so hard, got some of us sick thugs\n And minor setbacks got some of us tripped up\n But the guns we done gripped up so we coming to get ya\n And fuck the local authorities\n And hope the big boys don't pick up my case\n 'Cause for these big toys and these chips, we get chased\n Playing ball just like the Orioles to get to 1st base\n But the goons on 2nd, bust on 3rd\n You know they move with the weapons, get bucks off birds\n It's like I'm playing Chicken with my life\n Tryna get this paper moving pitches for a price\n I come to ride out with them niggas, baby, we getting figures\n It's byrd gang, we doing it big\n But we towered up, get the Remy I'll need a cup\n You slippin' good, can I get a squeeze?\n I don't think you want it with them niggas\n 'Cause them hammers they won't hesitate to squeeze\n We on the road, travel 'cross the globe\n All my homies ain't diggin' cheese\n Look the nightmares of a trap star\n With white tees, Nike air's and my fast car\n D.A tryna wrap me in the charge\n But I just bought some V's and a pack in my garage\n Now me rapping what's the odds?\n We the last crew standing diplomats now in charge\n Yeah, 300 for the light show\n Another hundred on the hand to watch the ice glow\n Another 10 grand to watch the dice roll\n Trying to let you motherfuckers see this how my life go\n The bright lights and this big city\n I'ma live the nightlife until the pigs get me\n Range Roving, Big Truck Series\n The chain frozen, big chunk jewelry\n White girls say he's all semi cool\n But you don't want to cost him 'cause he got a short fuse\n I come to ride out with them niggas, baby, we getting figures\n It's byrd gang, we doing it big\n But we towered up, get the Remy I'll need a cup\n You slippin' good, can I get a squeeze?\n I don't think you want it with them niggas\n 'Cause them hammers they won't hesitate to squeeze\n We on the road, travel 'cross the globe\n All my homies and they get cheese\n We live life on reality and we flip white for a salary\n You might catch us at the light in the lavish V\n But watch them 'Blue And Whites', try and grab a G\n Making some chips so the hate's getting thick\n Watch the world through my tint, smoking haze in the whip\n Contemplate, maybe take a little trip\n Ocean Drive heavy glean in my neck chillin'\n Call up cabs, rushing drinks out of 'Wet Willies'\n \"Eu Seuy O Balling\", but y'all foolish\n Getting locked up for crimes and ya lawyer's ain't Jewish\n That's why I keep the Turnie's on the tainer\n 'Cause every time I turn I'm getting chained up\n They say what they want to search, tryna tame us\n I think they mad we from the turf and we dangerous\n And my whole crew icey we playing hockey like the rangers\n I come to ride out with them niggas, baby, we getting figures\n It's byrd gang, we doing it big\n But we towered up, get the Remy I'll need a cup\n You slippin' good, can I get a squeeze?\n I don't think you want it with them niggas\n 'Cause them hammers they won't hesitate to squeeze\n We on the road, travel 'cross the globe\n All my homies ain't diggin' cheese\n I don't think you want it with them niggas\n 'Cause them hammers they won't hesitate to squeeze\n We on the road, travel 'cross the globe\n All my homies ain't diggin' cheese\n"},{"id":6043949,"name":"Bright Lights, Big City","trackName":"Bright Lights, Big City","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"Hustler's P.o.m.e. (Expanded Edition)","duration":256.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, turn it up in your head phones\nYa know like that shit sound like rock music\nYou know what I'm talkin' 'bout\nYea, my man Bruno just stepped in\n\nYou know how we living it up\nWe all gettin' money\nThat's what he like to say\nFuck it, it's my life nigga\n\nThis is a dream of a hustler\nI had the butter and the fiends was in love with us\nWe copped the gutta, not a team that could fuck with us\nAnd word to mother keep the thing in every truck with us\n\nNow I was fronting like Rich was and some of my bitches\nWas going so hard, got some of us sick thugs\nAnd minor setbacks got some of us tripped up\nBut the guns we done gripped up so we coming to get ya\n\nAnd fuck the local authorities\nAnd hope the big boys don't pick up my case\n'Cause for these big toys and these chips, we get chased\nPlaying ball just like the Orioles to get to 1st base\n\nBut the goons on 2nd, bust on 3rd\nYou know they move with the weapons, get bucks off birds\nIt's like I'm playing Chicken with my life\nTryna get this paper moving pitches for a price\n\nI come to ride out with them niggas, baby, we getting figures\nIt's byrd gang, we doing it big\nBut we towered up, get the Remy I'll need a cup\nYou slippin' good, can I get a squeeze?\n\nI don't think you want it with them niggas\n'Cause them hammers they wont hesitate to squeeze\nWe on the road, travel 'cross the globe\nAll my homies ain't diggin' cheese\n\nLook the nightmares of a trap star\nWith white tees, Nike air's and my fast car\nD.A tryna wrap me in the charge\nBut I just bought some V's and a pack in my garage\n\nNow me rapping what's the odds?\nWe the last crew standing diplomats now in charge\nYeah, 300 for the light show\nAnother hundred on the hand to watch the ice glow\n\nAnother 10 grand to watch the dice roll\nTrying to let you motherfuckers see this how my life go\nThe bright lights and this big city\nI'ma live the nightlife until the pigs get me\n\nRange Roving, Big Truck Series\nThe chain frozen, big chunk jewelry\nWhite girls say he's all semi cool\nBut you don't want to cost him 'cause he got a short fuse\n\nI come to ride out with them niggas, baby, we getting figures\nIt's byrd gang, we doing it big\nBut we towered up, get the Remy I'll need a cup\nYou slippin' good, can I get a squeeze?\n\nI don't think you want it with them niggas\n'Cause them hammers they wont hesitate to squeeze\nWe on the road, travel 'cross the globe\nAll my homies and they get cheese\n\nWe live life on reality and we flip white for a salary\nYou might catch us at the light in the lavish V\nBut watch them 'Blue And Whites', try and grab a G\n\nMaking some chips so the hate's getting thick\nWatch the world through my tint, smoking haze in the whip\nContemplate, maybe take a little trip\nOcean Drive heavy glean in my neck chillin'\n\nCall up cabs, rushing drinks out of 'Wet Willies'\n\"Eu Seuy O Balling\", but y'all foolish\nGetting locked up for crimes and ya lawyer's ain't Jewish\nThat's why I keep the Turnie's on the tainer\n\n'Cause every time I turn I'm getting chained up\nThey say what they want to search, tryna tame us\nI think they mad we from the turf and we dangerous\nAnd my whole crew icey we playing hockey like the rangers\n\nI come to ride out with them niggas, baby, we getting figures\nIt's byrd gang, we doing it big\nBut we towered up, get the Remy I'll need a cup\nYou slippin' good, can I get a squeeze?\n\nI don't think you want it with them niggas\n'Cause them hammers they wont hesitate to squeeze\nWe on the road, travel 'cross the globe\nAll my homies ain't diggin' cheese\n\nI don't think you want it with them niggas\n'Cause them hammers they wont hesitate to squeeze\nWe on the road, travel 'cross the globe\nAll my homies ain't diggin' cheese","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Bright Lights, Big City\n artist: Jim Jones\n album: Hustler's P.o.m.e. 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3rd\n You know they move with the weapons, get bucks off birds\n It's like I'm playing Chicken with my life\n Tryna get this paper moving pitches for a price\n\n I come to ride out with them niggas, baby, we getting figures\n It's byrd gang, we doing it big\n But we towered up, get the Remy I'll need a cup\n You slippin' good, can I get a squeeze?\n\n I don't think you want it with them niggas\n 'Cause them hammers they wont hesitate to squeeze\n We on the road, travel 'cross the globe\n All my homies ain't diggin' cheese\n\n Look the nightmares of a trap star\n With white tees, Nike air's and my fast car\n D.A tryna wrap me in the charge\n But I just bought some V's and a pack in my garage\n\n Now me rapping what's the odds?\n We the last crew standing diplomats now in charge\n Yeah, 300 for the light show\n Another hundred on the hand to watch the ice glow\n\n Another 10 grand to watch the dice roll\n Trying to let you motherfuckers see this how my life go\n The bright lights and this big city\n I'ma live the nightlife until the pigs get me\n\n Range Roving, Big Truck Series\n The chain frozen, big chunk jewelry\n White girls say he's all semi cool\n But you don't want to cost him 'cause he got a short fuse\n\n I come to ride out with them niggas, baby, we getting figures\n It's byrd gang, we doing it big\n But we towered up, get the Remy I'll need a cup\n You slippin' good, can I get a squeeze?\n\n I don't think you want it with them niggas\n 'Cause them hammers they wont hesitate to squeeze\n We on the road, travel 'cross the globe\n All my homies and they get cheese\n\n We live life on reality and we flip white for a salary\n You might catch us at the light in the lavish V\n But watch them 'Blue And Whites', try and grab a G\n\n Making some chips so the hate's getting thick\n Watch the world through my tint, smoking haze in the whip\n Contemplate, maybe take a little trip\n Ocean Drive heavy glean in my neck chillin'\n\n Call up cabs, rushing drinks out of 'Wet Willies'\n \"Eu Seuy O Balling\", but y'all foolish\n Getting locked up for crimes and ya lawyer's ain't Jewish\n That's why I keep the Turnie's on the tainer\n\n 'Cause every time I turn I'm getting chained up\n They say what they want to search, tryna tame us\n I think they mad we from the turf and we dangerous\n And my whole crew icey we playing hockey like the rangers\n\n I come to ride out with them niggas, baby, we getting figures\n It's byrd gang, we doing it big\n But we towered up, get the Remy I'll need a cup\n You slippin' good, can I get a squeeze?\n\n I don't think you want it with them niggas\n 'Cause them hammers they wont hesitate to squeeze\n We on the road, travel 'cross the globe\n All my homies ain't diggin' cheese\n\n I don't think you want it with them niggas\n 'Cause them hammers they wont hesitate to squeeze\n We on the road, travel 'cross the globe\n All my homies ain't diggin' cheese\n"},{"id":29381333,"name":"Bright Lights, Big City","trackName":"Bright 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base\n But the goons on 2nd, bust on 3rd\n You know they move with the weapons, get bucks off birds\n It's like I'm playing Chicken with my life\n Tryna get this paper moving pitches for a price\n I come to ride out with them niggas, baby, we getting figures\n It's byrd gang, we doing it big\n But we towered up, get the Remy I'll need a cup\n You slippin' good, can I get a squeeze?\n I don't think you want it with them niggas\n 'Cause them hammers they won't hesitate to squeeze\n We on the road, travel 'cross the globe\n All my homies ain't diggin' cheese\n Look the nightmares of a trap star\n With white tees, Nike air's and my fast car\n D.A tryna wrap me in the charge\n But I just bought some V's and a pack in my garage\n Now me rapping what's the odds?\n We the last crew standing diplomats now in charge\n Yeah, 300 for the light show\n Another hundred on the hand to watch the ice glow\n Another 10 grand to watch the dice roll\n Trying to let you motherfuckers see this how my life 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get to 1st base\n But the goons on 2nd, bust on 3rd\n You know they move with the weapons, get bucks off birds\n It's like I'm playing Chicken with my life\n Tryna get this paper moving pitches for a price\n I come to ride out with them niggas, baby, we getting figures\n It's byrd gang, we doing it big\n But we towered up, get the Remy I'll need a cup\n You slippin' good, can I get a squeeze?\n I don't think you want it with them niggas\n 'Cause them hammers they won't hesitate to squeeze\n We on the road, travel 'cross the globe\n All my homies ain't diggin' cheese\n Look the nightmares of a trap star\n With white tees, Nike air's and my fast car\n D.A tryna wrap me in the charge\n But I just bought some V's and a pack in my garage\n Now me rapping what's the odds?\n We the last crew standing diplomats now in charge\n Yeah, 300 for the light show\n Another hundred on the hand to watch the ice glow\n Another 10 grand to watch the dice roll\n Trying to let you motherfuckers see this how 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Playing ball just like the Orioles to get to 1st base\n\n But the goons on 2nd, bust on 3rd\n You know they move with the weapons, get bucks off birds\n It's like I'm playing Chicken with my life\n Tryna get this paper moving pitches for a price\n\n I come to ride out with them niggas, baby, we getting figures\n It's byrd gang, we doing it big\n But we towered up, get the Remy I'll need a cup\n You slippin' good, can I get a squeeze?\n\n I don't think you want it with them niggas\n 'Cause them hammers they wont hesitate to squeeze\n We on the road, travel 'cross the globe\n All my homies ain't diggin' cheese\n\n Look the nightmares of a trap star\n With white tees, Nike air's and my fast car\n D.A tryna wrap me in the charge\n But I just bought some V's and a pack in my garage\n\n Now me rapping what's the odds?\n We the last crew standing diplomats now in charge\n Yeah, 300 for the light show\n Another hundred on the hand to watch the ice glow\n\n Another 10 grand to watch the dice 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(Product of My Environment) (Deluxe Edition)","duration":256.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, turn it up in your head phones\nYa know like that shit sound like rock music\nYou know what I'm talkin' 'bout\nYea, my man Bruno just stepped in\n\nYou know how we living it up\nWe all gettin' money\nThat's what he like to say\nFuck it, it's my life nigga\n\nThis is a dream of a hustler\nI had the butter and the fiends was in love with us\nWe copped the gutta, not a team that could fuck with us\nAnd word to mother keep the thing in every truck with us\n\nNow I was fronting like Rich was and some of my bitches\nWas going so hard, got some of us sick thugs\nAnd minor setbacks got some of us tripped up\nBut the guns we done gripped up so we coming to get ya\n\nAnd fuck the local authorities\nAnd hope the big boys don't pick up my case\n'Cause for these big toys and these chips, we get chased\nPlaying ball just like the Orioles to get to 1st base\n\nBut the goons on 2nd, bust on 3rd\nYou know they move with the weapons, get bucks off birds\nIt's like I'm playing Chicken with my life\nTryna get this paper moving pitches for a price\n\nI come to ride out with them niggas, baby, we getting figures\nIt's byrd gang, we doing it big\nBut we towered up, get the Remy I'll need a cup\nYou slippin' good, can I get a squeeze?\n\nI don't think you want it with them niggas\n'Cause them hammers they wont hesitate to squeeze\nWe on the road, travel 'cross the globe\nAll my homies ain't diggin' cheese\n\nLook the nightmares of a trap star\nWith white tees, Nike air's and my fast car\nD.A tryna wrap me in the charge\nBut I just bought some V's and a pack in my garage\n\nNow me rapping what's the odds?\nWe the last crew standing diplomats now in charge\nYeah, 300 for the light show\nAnother hundred on the hand to watch the ice glow\n\nAnother 10 grand to watch the dice roll\nTrying to let you motherfuckers see this how my life go\nThe bright lights and this big city\nI'ma live the nightlife until the pigs get me\n\nRange Roving, Big Truck Series\nThe chain frozen, big chunk jewelry\nWhite girls say he's all semi cool\nBut you don't want to cost him 'cause he got a short fuse\n\nI come to ride out with them niggas, baby, we getting figures\nIt's byrd gang, we doing it big\nBut we towered up, get the Remy I'll need a cup\nYou slippin' good, can I get a squeeze?\n\nI don't think you want it with them niggas\n'Cause them hammers they wont hesitate to squeeze\nWe on the road, travel 'cross the globe\nAll my homies and they get cheese\n\nWe live life on reality and we flip white for a salary\nYou might catch us at the light in the lavish V\nBut watch them 'Blue And Whites', try and grab a G\n\nMaking some chips so the hate's getting thick\nWatch the world through my tint, smoking haze in the whip\nContemplate, maybe take a little trip\nOcean Drive heavy glean in my neck chillin'\n\nCall up cabs, rushing drinks out of 'Wet Willies'\n\"Eu Seuy O Balling\", but y'all foolish\nGetting locked up for crimes and ya lawyer's ain't Jewish\nThat's why I keep the Turnie's on the tainer\n\n'Cause every time I turn I'm getting chained up\nThey say what they want to search, tryna tame us\nI think they mad we from the turf and we dangerous\nAnd my whole crew icey we playing hockey like the rangers\n\nI come to ride out with them niggas, baby, we getting figures\nIt's byrd gang, we doing it big\nBut we towered up, get the Remy I'll need a cup\nYou slippin' good, can I get a squeeze?\n\nI don't think you want it with them niggas\n'Cause them hammers they wont hesitate to squeeze\nWe on the road, travel 'cross the globe\nAll my homies ain't diggin' cheese\n\nI don't think you want it with them niggas\n'Cause them hammers they wont hesitate to squeeze\nWe on the road, travel 'cross the globe\nAll my homies ain't diggin' cheese","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Bright Lights, Big City\n artist: Jim Jones\n album: Hustler’s P.O.M.E. (Product of My Environment) (Deluxe Edition)\n duration_ms: 256000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yeah, turn it up in your head phones\n Ya know like that shit sound like rock music\n You know what I'm talkin' 'bout\n Yea, my man Bruno just stepped in\n\n You know how we living it up\n We all gettin' money\n That's what he like to say\n Fuck it, it's my life nigga\n\n This is a dream of a hustler\n I had the butter and the fiends was in love with us\n We copped the gutta, not a team that could fuck with us\n And word to mother keep the thing in every truck with us\n\n Now I was fronting like Rich was and some of my bitches\n Was going so hard, got some of us sick thugs\n And minor setbacks got some of us tripped up\n But the guns we done gripped up so we coming to get ya\n\n And fuck the local authorities\n And hope the big boys don't pick up my case\n 'Cause for these big toys and these chips, we get chased\n Playing ball just like the Orioles to get to 1st base\n\n But the goons on 2nd, bust on 3rd\n You know they move with the weapons, get bucks off birds\n It's like I'm playing Chicken with my life\n Tryna get this paper moving pitches for a price\n\n I come to ride out with them niggas, baby, we getting figures\n It's byrd gang, we doing it big\n But we towered up, get the Remy I'll need a cup\n You slippin' good, can I get a squeeze?\n\n I don't think you want it with them niggas\n 'Cause them hammers they wont hesitate to squeeze\n We on the road, travel 'cross the globe\n All my homies ain't diggin' cheese\n\n Look the nightmares of a trap star\n With white tees, Nike air's and my fast car\n D.A tryna wrap me in the charge\n But I just bought some V's and a pack in my garage\n\n Now me rapping what's the odds?\n We the last crew standing diplomats now in charge\n Yeah, 300 for the light show\n Another hundred on the hand to watch the ice glow\n\n Another 10 grand to watch the dice roll\n Trying to let you motherfuckers see this how my life go\n The bright lights and this big city\n I'ma live the nightlife until the pigs get me\n\n Range Roving, Big Truck Series\n The chain frozen, big chunk jewelry\n White girls say he's all semi cool\n But you don't want to cost him 'cause he got a short fuse\n\n I come to ride out with them niggas, baby, we getting figures\n It's byrd gang, we doing it big\n But we towered up, get the Remy I'll need a cup\n You slippin' good, can I get a squeeze?\n\n I don't think you want it with them niggas\n 'Cause them hammers they wont hesitate to squeeze\n We on the road, travel 'cross the globe\n All my homies and they get cheese\n\n We live life on reality and we flip white for a salary\n You might catch us at the light in the lavish V\n But watch them 'Blue And Whites', try and grab a G\n\n Making some chips so the hate's getting thick\n Watch the world through my tint, smoking haze in the whip\n Contemplate, maybe take a little trip\n Ocean Drive heavy glean in my neck chillin'\n\n Call up cabs, rushing drinks out of 'Wet Willies'\n \"Eu Seuy O Balling\", but y'all foolish\n Getting locked up for crimes and ya lawyer's ain't Jewish\n That's why I keep the Turnie's on the tainer\n\n 'Cause every time I turn I'm getting chained up\n They say what they want to search, tryna tame us\n I think they mad we from the turf and we dangerous\n And my whole crew icey we playing hockey like the rangers\n\n I come to ride out with them niggas, baby, we getting figures\n It's byrd gang, we doing it big\n But we towered up, get the Remy I'll need a cup\n You slippin' good, can I get a squeeze?\n\n I don't think you want it with them niggas\n 'Cause them hammers they wont hesitate to squeeze\n We on the road, travel 'cross the globe\n All my homies ain't diggin' cheese\n\n I don't think you want it with them niggas\n 'Cause them hammers they wont hesitate to squeeze\n We on the road, travel 'cross the globe\n All my homies ain't diggin' cheese\n"},{"id":33759255,"name":"Bright Lights, Big City","trackName":"Bright Lights, Big City","artistName":"Max B., , Jim Jones","albumName":"Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product Of My Environment)","duration":256.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This is the dream of a hustler\nI had the butter then the fiends was in love with us\nWe got the gutter not a team that could fuck with us\nAnd word to mother keep the thing in every truck with us\nI was frontin like Rich was in some of my pictures\nFrom goin so hard got some of us picked up\nMinor setbacks got some of us tripped up\nBut guns we done gripped up so we comin to get ya\nAnd fuck the local authorities\nAnd hope the big boys don't pick up my case\nCause for these big toys and the chips we could chase\nPlayin ball just like the Orioles to get to first base\nBut who's on second, what's on third\nYou know we move with the weapons get bucks off birds\nDamn it's like I'm playin chicken with my life\nTryna get this paper movin pictures for a price\n\nI'm havin bad hours with them niggas\nBaby we gettin figures\nIt's Byrd Gang, we doin it big\nPour the Da'wa up, got the Remy I need a cup\nIt's lookin good, can I get a swig?\nI don't think you want it with them niggas\nCause them hammers they won't hesitate to squeeze\nWe on the road, travel across the globe\nAll my homies eatin, we gettin cheese\n\nThe nightmares of a trap star\nWhite tee, Nike Airs and my fast car\nD.A. tryna wrap me in a charge\nI just brought some V's in a pack to my garage\nNow me rappin what's the odds\nWe the last crew standing Diplomats now in charge\n300 For the light show\nAnother hundred on the hand to watch the ice glow\nAnother 10 grand to watch the dice roll\nI'm tryna let you muh'fuckers see this how my life go\nThe bright lights of this big city\nI live that night life till the pigs get me\nRange Rov' and big truck series\nThe chain frozen big truck jewelry\nWhite girl say he's awesome and cool\nBut you don't wanna cross him cause he got a short fuse\n\nI'm havin bad hours with them niggas\nBaby we gettin figures\nIt's Byrd Gang, we doin it big\nPour the Da'wa up, got the Remy I need a cup\nIt's lookin good, can I get a swig?\nI don't think you want it with them niggas\nCause them hammers they won't hesitate to squeeze\nWe on the road, travel across the globe\nAll my homies eatin, we gettin cheese\n\nWe live life on reality\nAnd we flip white for our salary\nYou might catch us at the light in a lavish V\nBut watch the blue and white, they try grab a G\nWe makin some chips so the hate's gettin thick\nWatch the world through my tints, smokin haze in the whip\nContemplate, maybe take a lil trip\nOcean Drive, heavy bling and my neck chilly\nCall a cab, slushy drinks out of Wet Willies\nY'all swear y'all ballin but you're foolish\nGettin locked up for crimes and your lawyers ain't Jewish\nThat's why I keep attorneys on retainer\nCause every time I turn I'm gettin chanked up\nThey say that they wanna search or detain us\nI think they mad we from the turf and we came up\nAnd my whole team on ice we play rough like the Rangers\n\nI'm havin bad hours with them niggas\nBaby we gettin figures\nIt's Byrd Gang, we doin it big\nPour the Da'wa up, got the Remy I need a cup\nIt's lookin good, can I get a swig?\nI don't think you want it with them niggas\nCause them hammers they won't hesitate to squeeze\nWe on the road, travel across the globe\nAll my homies eatin, we gettin cheese\n\nI don't think you want it with them niggas\nCause them hammers they won't hesitate to squeeze\nWe on the road, travel across the globe\nAll my homies eatin, we gettin cheese","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Bright Lights, Big City\n artist: Max B., , Jim Jones\n album: Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product Of My Environment)\n duration_ms: 256000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n This is the dream of a hustler\n I had the butter then the fiends was in love with us\n We got the gutter not a team that could fuck with us\n And word to mother keep the thing in every truck with us\n I was frontin like Rich was in some of my pictures\n From goin so hard got some of us picked up\n Minor setbacks got some of us tripped up\n But guns we done gripped up so we comin to get ya\n And fuck the local authorities\n And hope the big boys don't pick up my case\n Cause for these big toys and the chips we could chase\n Playin ball just like the Orioles to get to first base\n But who's on second, what's on third\n You know we move with the weapons get bucks off birds\n Damn it's like I'm playin chicken with my life\n Tryna get this paper movin pictures for a price\n\n I'm havin bad hours with them niggas\n Baby we gettin figures\n It's Byrd Gang, we doin it big\n Pour the Da'wa up, got the Remy I need a cup\n It's lookin good, can I get a swig?\n I don't think you want it with them niggas\n Cause them hammers they won't hesitate to squeeze\n We on the road, travel across the globe\n All my homies eatin, we gettin cheese\n\n The nightmares of a trap star\n White tee, Nike Airs and my fast car\n D.A. tryna wrap me in a charge\n I just brought some V's in a pack to my garage\n Now me rappin what's the odds\n We the last crew standing Diplomats now in charge\n 300 For the light show\n Another hundred on the hand to watch the ice glow\n Another 10 grand to watch the dice roll\n I'm tryna let you muh'fuckers see this how my life go\n The bright lights of this big city\n I live that night life till the pigs get me\n Range Rov' and big truck series\n The chain frozen big truck jewelry\n White girl say he's awesome and cool\n But you don't wanna cross him cause he got a short fuse\n\n I'm havin bad hours with them niggas\n Baby we gettin figures\n It's Byrd Gang, we doin it big\n Pour the Da'wa up, got the Remy I need a cup\n It's lookin good, can I get a swig?\n I don't think you want it with them niggas\n Cause them hammers they won't hesitate to squeeze\n We on the road, travel across the globe\n All my homies eatin, we gettin cheese\n\n We live life on reality\n And we flip white for our salary\n You might catch us at the light in a lavish V\n But watch the blue and white, they try grab a G\n We makin some chips so the hate's gettin thick\n Watch the world through my tints, smokin haze in the whip\n Contemplate, maybe take a lil trip\n Ocean Drive, heavy bling and my neck chilly\n Call a cab, slushy drinks out of Wet Willies\n Y'all swear y'all ballin but you're foolish\n Gettin locked up for crimes and your lawyers ain't Jewish\n That's why I keep attorneys on retainer\n Cause every time I turn I'm gettin chanked up\n They say that they wanna search or detain us\n I think they mad we from the turf and we came up\n And my whole team on ice we play rough like the Rangers\n\n I'm havin bad hours with them niggas\n Baby we gettin figures\n It's Byrd Gang, we doin it big\n Pour the Da'wa up, got the Remy I need a cup\n It's lookin good, can I get a swig?\n I don't think you want it with them niggas\n Cause them hammers they won't hesitate to squeeze\n We on the road, travel across the globe\n All my homies eatin, we gettin cheese\n\n I don't think you want it with them niggas\n Cause them hammers they won't hesitate to squeeze\n We on the road, travel across the globe\n All my homies eatin, we gettin cheese\n"},{"id":9690229,"name":"Bright Lights Big City","trackName":"Bright Lights Big City","artistName":"Jim Jones feat. Max B","albumName":"Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product of My Environment)","duration":256.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jim Jones\nHustler's P.O.M.E.\nBright Lights, Big City\nTHE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\nTHE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\nTHE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\nTHE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\n\n[Jim Jones]\nThis is a dream of a hustler (like a nightmare!)\nI had the butter and the fiends was in love with us (that Fishscale!)\nWe copped the gutta, not a team that could fuck with us! (Dipset!)\nAnd word to mother keep the thing in every truck with us\nNow I was fronting like Rich was, and some of my bit-ches\nWas going so hard, got some of us sick thugs (SNAGZ!)\nAnd minor setbacks got some of us tripped up but...\nThe guns we done gripped up so we coming to get ya!\nAnd fuck the local authorities (fuck em!), and hope the big boys don't pick up my case\nCause for these big toys and these chips, we get chased! (balling!)\nPlaying ball just like the Orioles to get to 1st base\nBut the... goons on 2nd, bust on 3rd (WATCH IT!)\nYou know they... move with the weapons, get bucks off birds (iT'S CRAZY OUT HERE!)\nIt's like I'm playing Chicken with my life\nTryna get this paper moving pitches for a price\n\n[Max B: Hook]\nWE COME TO RIDE OUT WITH THEM NIGGAZ BABY WE GETTING FIGURES\nIT'S BYRD GANG... WE DOING IT BIIIIIG\nBUT WE TOWERED UP, GET THE REMY I'LL GET A CUP... YOU SLIPPIN GOOD, CAN I GET A SQUEEEEEZE\nI DON'T THINK YOU WANT IT WITH THEM NIGGAZ\nCAUSE THEM HAMMERS THEY WONT HESISTATE TO SQUEEZE\nWE ON THE ROAD, TRAVEL CROSS THE GLOBE... ALL MY HOMIES UP WITH THIS GETTING CHEEEEEESE\n\n[Jim Jones]\nLook... the nightmares of a trap star (SCAAARY!)\nWith white tees, Nike air's and my fast car (CRUUUUSING!)\nD.A tryna wrap me in the charge\nBut I just bought some V's and a pack in my garage\nNow... me rapping what's the odds?\nWe the last crew standing... DIPLOMATS NOW IN CHARGE!\nNow... 300 for the light show\nAnother hundred on the hand to watch the ice glow\nAnother 10 grand to watch the dice roll\nTrying to let you motherfuckers see this how my life go (THIS IS REAL SHIT!)\nThe bright lights and this big city\nI'ma live the nightlife until the pigs get me\nRange Rove'ing, Big Truck Series\nThe chain frozen, big chunk jewelry\nWhite girls say he's all semi cool\nBut you don't want to cost him cause he got a short fuse\n\n[Hook]\n\n[Jim Jones]\nWe live life on reality\nAnd we flip white for a salary\nYou might catch us at the light in the lavish V\nBut watch them \"Blue & Whites\" try and grab a G\nMaking some chips so the hate's getting thick (I FEEL IT!)\nWatch the world through my tint, smoking haze in the whip (THAT PURRRRPLEEE!)\nContemplate, maybe take a little trip\nOcean Drive heavy glean in my necklace\nCall up cabs, rushing drinks out of \"Wet Willies\"\n\"Eu Seuy O Balling\" but y'all foolish\nGetting locked up for crimes and ya lawyer's ain't Jewish! (STUUUUUUUUUPID!)\nThat's why I keep the Turnie's on the tainer\nCause everytime I turn I'm getting chained up\nThey say what they want to search, tryna tame us\nI think they mad we from the turf and we dangerous\nAND MY WHOLE CREW ICEY WE PLAYING HOCKEY LIKE THE RANGERS\n\n[Hook]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Bright Lights Big City\n artist: Jim Jones feat. Max B\n album: Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product of My Environment)\n duration_ms: 256000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Jim Jones\n Hustler's P.O.M.E.\n Bright Lights, Big City\n THE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\n THE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\n THE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\n THE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\n\n [Jim Jones]\n This is a dream of a hustler (like a nightmare!)\n I had the butter and the fiends was in love with us (that Fishscale!)\n We copped the gutta, not a team that could fuck with us! (Dipset!)\n And word to mother keep the thing in every truck with us\n Now I was fronting like Rich was, and some of my bit-ches\n Was going so hard, got some of us sick thugs (SNAGZ!)\n And minor setbacks got some of us tripped up but...\n The guns we done gripped up so we coming to get ya!\n And fuck the local authorities (fuck em!), and hope the big boys don't pick up my case\n Cause for these big toys and these chips, we get chased! (balling!)\n Playing ball just like the Orioles to get to 1st base\n But the... goons on 2nd, bust on 3rd (WATCH IT!)\n You know they... move with the weapons, get bucks off birds (iT'S CRAZY OUT HERE!)\n It's like I'm playing Chicken with my life\n Tryna get this paper moving pitches for a price\n\n [Max B: Hook]\n WE COME TO RIDE OUT WITH THEM NIGGAZ BABY WE GETTING FIGURES\n IT'S BYRD GANG... WE DOING IT BIIIIIG\n BUT WE TOWERED UP, GET THE REMY I'LL GET A CUP... YOU SLIPPIN GOOD, CAN I GET A SQUEEEEEZE\n I DON'T THINK YOU WANT IT WITH THEM NIGGAZ\n CAUSE THEM HAMMERS THEY WONT HESISTATE TO SQUEEZE\n WE ON THE ROAD, TRAVEL CROSS THE GLOBE... ALL MY HOMIES UP WITH THIS GETTING CHEEEEEESE\n\n [Jim Jones]\n Look... the nightmares of a trap star (SCAAARY!)\n With white tees, Nike air's and my fast car (CRUUUUSING!)\n D.A tryna wrap me in the charge\n But I just bought some V's and a pack in my garage\n Now... me rapping what's the odds?\n We the last crew standing... DIPLOMATS NOW IN CHARGE!\n Now... 300 for the light show\n Another hundred on the hand to watch the ice glow\n Another 10 grand to watch the dice roll\n Trying to let you motherfuckers see this how my life go (THIS IS REAL SHIT!)\n The bright lights and this big city\n I'ma live the nightlife until the pigs get me\n Range Rove'ing, Big Truck Series\n The chain frozen, big chunk jewelry\n White girls say he's all semi cool\n But you don't want to cost him cause he got a short fuse\n\n [Hook]\n\n [Jim Jones]\n We live life on reality\n And we flip white for a salary\n You might catch us at the light in the lavish V\n But watch them \"Blue & Whites\" try and grab a G\n Making some chips so the hate's getting thick (I FEEL IT!)\n Watch the world through my tint, smoking haze in the whip (THAT PURRRRPLEEE!)\n Contemplate, maybe take a little trip\n Ocean Drive heavy glean in my necklace\n Call up cabs, rushing drinks out of \"Wet Willies\"\n \"Eu Seuy O Balling\" but y'all foolish\n Getting locked up for crimes and ya lawyer's ain't Jewish! (STUUUUUUUUUPID!)\n That's why I keep the Turnie's on the tainer\n Cause everytime I turn I'm getting chained up\n They say what they want to search, tryna tame us\n I think they mad we from the turf and we dangerous\n AND MY WHOLE CREW ICEY WE PLAYING HOCKEY LIKE THE RANGERS\n\n [Hook]\n"},{"id":26290150,"name":"bright lights big city","trackName":"bright lights big city","artistName":"jim jones feat. max b","albumName":"dj white owl-dipset we run the streets Part 2","duration":243.800816,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jim Jones\nHustler's P.O.M.E.\nBright Lights, Big City\nTHE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\nTHE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\nTHE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\nTHE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\n\n[Jim Jones]\nThis is a dream of a hustler (like a nightmare!)\nI had the butter and the fiends was in love with us (that Fishscale!)\nWe copped the gutta, not a team that could fuck with us! (Dipset!)\nAnd word to mother keep the thing in every truck with us\nNow I was fronting like Rich was, and some of my bit-ches\nWas going so hard, got some of us sick thugs (SNAGZ!)\nAnd minor setbacks got some of us tripped up but...\nThe guns we done gripped up so we coming to get ya!\nAnd fuck the local authorities (fuck em!), and hope the big boys don't pick up my case\nCause for these big toys and these chips, we get chased! (balling!)\nPlaying ball just like the Orioles to get to 1st base\nBut the... goons on 2nd, bust on 3rd (WATCH IT!)\nYou know they... move with the weapons, get bucks off birds (iT'S CRAZY OUT HERE!)\nIt's like I'm playing Chicken with my life\nTryna get this paper moving pitches for a price\n\n[Max B: Hook]\nWE COME TO RIDE OUT WITH THEM NIGGAZ BABY WE GETTING FIGURES\nIT'S BYRD GANG... WE DOING IT BIIIIIG\nBUT WE TOWERED UP, GET THE REMY I'LL GET A CUP... YOU SLIPPIN GOOD, CAN I GET A SQUEEEEEZE\nI DON'T THINK YOU WANT IT WITH THEM NIGGAZ\nCAUSE THEM HAMMERS THEY WONT HESISTATE TO SQUEEZE\nWE ON THE ROAD, TRAVEL CROSS THE GLOBE... ALL MY HOMIES UP WITH THIS GETTING CHEEEEEESE\n\n[Jim Jones]\nLook... the nightmares of a trap star (SCAAARY!)\nWith white tees, Nike air's and my fast car (CRUUUUSING!)\nD.A tryna wrap me in the charge\nBut I just bought some V's and a pack in my garage\nNow... me rapping what's the odds?\nWe the last crew standing... DIPLOMATS NOW IN CHARGE!\nNow... 300 for the light show\nAnother hundred on the hand to watch the ice glow\nAnother 10 grand to watch the dice roll\nTrying to let you motherfuckers see this how my life go (THIS IS REAL SHIT!)\nThe bright lights and this big city\nI'ma live the nightlife until the pigs get me\nRange Rove'ing, Big Truck Series\nThe chain frozen, big chunk jewelry\nWhite girls say he's all semi cool\nBut you don't want to cost him cause he got a short fuse\n\n[Hook]\n\n[Jim Jones]\nWe live life on reality\nAnd we flip white for a salary\nYou might catch us at the light in the lavish V\nBut watch them \"Blue & Whites\" try and grab a G\nMaking some chips so the hate's getting thick (I FEEL IT!)\nWatch the world through my tint, smoking haze in the whip (THAT PURRRRPLEEE!)\nContemplate, maybe take a little trip\nOcean Drive heavy glean in my necklace\nCall up cabs, rushing drinks out of \"Wet Willies\"\n\"Eu Seuy O Balling\" but y'all foolish\nGetting locked up for crimes and ya lawyer's ain't Jewish! (STUUUUUUUUUPID!)\nThat's why I keep the Turnie's on the tainer\nCause everytime I turn I'm getting chained up\nThey say what they want to search, tryna tame us\nI think they mad we from the turf and we dangerous\nAND MY WHOLE CREW ICEY WE PLAYING HOCKEY LIKE THE RANGERS\n\n[Hook]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: bright lights big city\n artist: jim jones feat. max b\n album: dj white owl-dipset we run the streets Part 2\n duration_ms: 243801\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Jim Jones\n Hustler's P.O.M.E.\n Bright Lights, Big City\n THE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\n THE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\n THE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\n THE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\n\n [Jim Jones]\n This is a dream of a hustler (like a nightmare!)\n I had the butter and the fiends was in love with us (that Fishscale!)\n We copped the gutta, not a team that could fuck with us! (Dipset!)\n And word to mother keep the thing in every truck with us\n Now I was fronting like Rich was, and some of my bit-ches\n Was going so hard, got some of us sick thugs (SNAGZ!)\n And minor setbacks got some of us tripped up but...\n The guns we done gripped up so we coming to get ya!\n And fuck the local authorities (fuck em!), and hope the big boys don't pick up my case\n Cause for these big toys and these chips, we get chased! (balling!)\n Playing ball just like the Orioles to get to 1st base\n But the... goons on 2nd, bust on 3rd (WATCH IT!)\n You know they... move with the weapons, get bucks off birds (iT'S CRAZY OUT HERE!)\n It's like I'm playing Chicken with my life\n Tryna get this paper moving pitches for a price\n\n [Max B: Hook]\n WE COME TO RIDE OUT WITH THEM NIGGAZ BABY WE GETTING FIGURES\n IT'S BYRD GANG... WE DOING IT BIIIIIG\n BUT WE TOWERED UP, GET THE REMY I'LL GET A CUP... YOU SLIPPIN GOOD, CAN I GET A SQUEEEEEZE\n I DON'T THINK YOU WANT IT WITH THEM NIGGAZ\n CAUSE THEM HAMMERS THEY WONT HESISTATE TO SQUEEZE\n WE ON THE ROAD, TRAVEL CROSS THE GLOBE... ALL MY HOMIES UP WITH THIS GETTING CHEEEEEESE\n\n [Jim Jones]\n Look... the nightmares of a trap star (SCAAARY!)\n With white tees, Nike air's and my fast car (CRUUUUSING!)\n D.A tryna wrap me in the charge\n But I just bought some V's and a pack in my garage\n Now... me rapping what's the odds?\n We the last crew standing... DIPLOMATS NOW IN CHARGE!\n Now... 300 for the light show\n Another hundred on the hand to watch the ice glow\n Another 10 grand to watch the dice roll\n Trying to let you motherfuckers see this how my life go (THIS IS REAL SHIT!)\n The bright lights and this big city\n I'ma live the nightlife until the pigs get me\n Range Rove'ing, Big Truck Series\n The chain frozen, big chunk jewelry\n White girls say he's all semi cool\n But you don't want to cost him cause he got a short fuse\n\n [Hook]\n\n [Jim Jones]\n We live life on reality\n And we flip white for a salary\n You might catch us at the light in the lavish V\n But watch them \"Blue & Whites\" try and grab a G\n Making some chips so the hate's getting thick (I FEEL IT!)\n Watch the world through my tint, smoking haze in the whip (THAT PURRRRPLEEE!)\n Contemplate, maybe take a little trip\n Ocean Drive heavy glean in my necklace\n Call up cabs, rushing drinks out of \"Wet Willies\"\n \"Eu Seuy O Balling\" but y'all foolish\n Getting locked up for crimes and ya lawyer's ain't Jewish! (STUUUUUUUUUPID!)\n That's why I keep the Turnie's on the tainer\n Cause everytime I turn I'm getting chained up\n They say what they want to search, tryna tame us\n I think they mad we from the turf and we dangerous\n AND MY WHOLE CREW ICEY WE PLAYING HOCKEY LIKE THE RANGERS\n\n [Hook]\n"},{"id":17656840,"name":"Bright Lights, Big City (Ft. Max B)","trackName":"Bright Lights, Big City (Ft. Max B)","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product Of My Environment)","duration":256.470204,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jim Jones\nHustler's P.O.M.E.\nBright Lights, Big City\nTHE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\nTHE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\nTHE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\nTHE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\n\n[Jim Jones]\nThis is a dream of a hustler (like a nightmare!)\nI had the butter and the fiends was in love with us (that Fishscale!)\nWe copped the gutta, not a team that could fuck with us! (Dipset!)\nAnd word to mother keep the thing in every truck with us\nNow I was fronting like Rich was, and some of my bit-ches\nWas going so hard, got some of us sick thugs (SNAGZ!)\nAnd minor setbacks got some of us tripped up but...\nThe guns we done gripped up so we coming to get ya!\nAnd fuck the local authorities (fuck em!), and hope the big boys don't pick up my case\nCause for these big toys and these chips, we get chased! (balling!)\nPlaying ball just like the Orioles to get to 1st base\nBut the... goons on 2nd, bust on 3rd (WATCH IT!)\nYou know they... move with the weapons, get bucks off birds (iT'S CRAZY OUT HERE!)\nIt's like I'm playing Chicken with my life\nTryna get this paper moving pitches for a price\n\n[Max B: Hook]\nWE COME TO RIDE OUT WITH THEM NIGGAZ BABY WE GETTING FIGURES\nIT'S BYRD GANG... WE DOING IT BIIIIIG\nBUT WE TOWERED UP, GET THE REMY I'LL GET A CUP... YOU SLIPPIN GOOD, CAN I GET A SQUEEEEEZE\nI DON'T THINK YOU WANT IT WITH THEM NIGGAZ\nCAUSE THEM HAMMERS THEY WONT HESISTATE TO SQUEEZE\nWE ON THE ROAD, TRAVEL CROSS THE GLOBE... ALL MY HOMIES UP WITH THIS GETTING CHEEEEEESE\n\n[Jim Jones]\nLook... the nightmares of a trap star (SCAAARY!)\nWith white tees, Nike air's and my fast car (CRUUUUSING!)\nD.A tryna wrap me in the charge\nBut I just bought some V's and a pack in my garage\nNow... me rapping what's the odds?\nWe the last crew standing... DIPLOMATS NOW IN CHARGE!\nNow... 300 for the light show\nAnother hundred on the hand to watch the ice glow\nAnother 10 grand to watch the dice roll\nTrying to let you motherfuckers see this how my life go (THIS IS REAL SHIT!)\nThe bright lights and this big city\nI'ma live the nightlife until the pigs get me\nRange Rove'ing, Big Truck Series\nThe chain frozen, big chunk jewelry\nWhite girls say he's all semi cool\nBut you don't want to cost him cause he got a short fuse\n\n[Hook]\n\n[Jim Jones]\nWe live life on reality\nAnd we flip white for a salary\nYou might catch us at the light in the lavish V\nBut watch them \"Blue & Whites\" try and grab a G\nMaking some chips so the hate's getting thick (I FEEL IT!)\nWatch the world through my tint, smoking haze in the whip (THAT PURRRRPLEEE!)\nContemplate, maybe take a little trip\nOcean Drive heavy glean in my necklace\nCall up cabs, rushing drinks out of \"Wet Willies\"\n\"Eu Seuy O Balling\" but y'all foolish\nGetting locked up for crimes and ya lawyer's ain't Jewish! (STUUUUUUUUUPID!)\nThat's why I keep the Turnie's on the tainer\nCause everytime I turn I'm getting chained up\nThey say what they want to search, tryna tame us\nI think they mad we from the turf and we dangerous\nAND MY WHOLE CREW ICEY WE PLAYING HOCKEY LIKE THE RANGERS\n\n[Hook]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Bright Lights, Big City (Ft. Max B)\n artist: Jim Jones\n album: Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product Of My Environment)\n duration_ms: 256470\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Jim Jones\n Hustler's P.O.M.E.\n Bright Lights, Big City\n THE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\n THE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\n THE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\n THE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\n\n [Jim Jones]\n This is a dream of a hustler (like a nightmare!)\n I had the butter and the fiends was in love with us (that Fishscale!)\n We copped the gutta, not a team that could fuck with us! (Dipset!)\n And word to mother keep the thing in every truck with us\n Now I was fronting like Rich was, and some of my bit-ches\n Was going so hard, got some of us sick thugs (SNAGZ!)\n And minor setbacks got some of us tripped up but...\n The guns we done gripped up so we coming to get ya!\n And fuck the local authorities (fuck em!), and hope the big boys don't pick up my case\n Cause for these big toys and these chips, we get chased! (balling!)\n Playing ball just like the Orioles to get to 1st base\n But the... goons on 2nd, bust on 3rd (WATCH IT!)\n You know they... move with the weapons, get bucks off birds (iT'S CRAZY OUT HERE!)\n It's like I'm playing Chicken with my life\n Tryna get this paper moving pitches for a price\n\n [Max B: Hook]\n WE COME TO RIDE OUT WITH THEM NIGGAZ BABY WE GETTING FIGURES\n IT'S BYRD GANG... WE DOING IT BIIIIIG\n BUT WE TOWERED UP, GET THE REMY I'LL GET A CUP... YOU SLIPPIN GOOD, CAN I GET A SQUEEEEEZE\n I DON'T THINK YOU WANT IT WITH THEM NIGGAZ\n CAUSE THEM HAMMERS THEY WONT HESISTATE TO SQUEEZE\n WE ON THE ROAD, TRAVEL CROSS THE GLOBE... ALL MY HOMIES UP WITH THIS GETTING CHEEEEEESE\n\n [Jim Jones]\n Look... the nightmares of a trap star (SCAAARY!)\n With white tees, Nike air's and my fast car (CRUUUUSING!)\n D.A tryna wrap me in the charge\n But I just bought some V's and a pack in my garage\n Now... me rapping what's the odds?\n We the last crew standing... DIPLOMATS NOW IN CHARGE!\n Now... 300 for the light show\n Another hundred on the hand to watch the ice glow\n Another 10 grand to watch the dice roll\n Trying to let you motherfuckers see this how my life go (THIS IS REAL SHIT!)\n The bright lights and this big city\n I'ma live the nightlife until the pigs get me\n Range Rove'ing, Big Truck Series\n The chain frozen, big chunk jewelry\n White girls say he's all semi cool\n But you don't want to cost him cause he got a short fuse\n\n [Hook]\n\n [Jim Jones]\n We live life on reality\n And we flip white for a salary\n You might catch us at the light in the lavish V\n But watch them \"Blue & Whites\" try and grab a G\n Making some chips so the hate's getting thick (I FEEL IT!)\n Watch the world through my tint, smoking haze in the whip (THAT PURRRRPLEEE!)\n Contemplate, maybe take a little trip\n Ocean Drive heavy glean in my necklace\n Call up cabs, rushing drinks out of \"Wet Willies\"\n \"Eu Seuy O Balling\" but y'all foolish\n Getting locked up for crimes and ya lawyer's ain't Jewish! (STUUUUUUUUUPID!)\n That's why I keep the Turnie's on the tainer\n Cause everytime I turn I'm getting chained up\n They say what they want to search, tryna tame us\n I think they mad we from the turf and we dangerous\n AND MY WHOLE CREW ICEY WE PLAYING HOCKEY LIKE THE RANGERS\n\n [Hook]\n"},{"id":22426904,"name":"Bright Lights, Big City (Ft. Max B)","trackName":"Bright Lights, Big City (Ft. Max B)","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"Hustler's P.O.M.E.","duration":256.470204,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jim Jones\nHustler's P.O.M.E.\nBright Lights, Big City\nTHE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\nTHE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\nTHE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\nTHE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\n\n[Jim Jones]\nThis is a dream of a hustler (like a nightmare!)\nI had the butter and the fiends was in love with us (that Fishscale!)\nWe copped the gutta, not a team that could fuck with us! (Dipset!)\nAnd word to mother keep the thing in every truck with us\nNow I was fronting like Rich was, and some of my bit-ches\nWas going so hard, got some of us sick thugs (SNAGZ!)\nAnd minor setbacks got some of us tripped up but...\nThe guns we done gripped up so we coming to get ya!\nAnd fuck the local authorities (fuck em!), and hope the big boys don't pick up my case\nCause for these big toys and these chips, we get chased! (balling!)\nPlaying ball just like the Orioles to get to 1st base\nBut the... goons on 2nd, bust on 3rd (WATCH IT!)\nYou know they... move with the weapons, get bucks off birds (iT'S CRAZY OUT HERE!)\nIt's like I'm playing Chicken with my life\nTryna get this paper moving pitches for a price\n\n[Max B: Hook]\nWE COME TO RIDE OUT WITH THEM NIGGAZ BABY WE GETTING FIGURES\nIT'S BYRD GANG... WE DOING IT BIIIIIG\nBUT WE TOWERED UP, GET THE REMY I'LL GET A CUP... YOU SLIPPIN GOOD, CAN I GET A SQUEEEEEZE\nI DON'T THINK YOU WANT IT WITH THEM NIGGAZ\nCAUSE THEM HAMMERS THEY WONT HESISTATE TO SQUEEZE\nWE ON THE ROAD, TRAVEL CROSS THE GLOBE... ALL MY HOMIES UP WITH THIS GETTING CHEEEEEESE\n\n[Jim Jones]\nLook... the nightmares of a trap star (SCAAARY!)\nWith white tees, Nike air's and my fast car (CRUUUUSING!)\nD.A tryna wrap me in the charge\nBut I just bought some V's and a pack in my garage\nNow... me rapping what's the odds?\nWe the last crew standing... DIPLOMATS NOW IN CHARGE!\nNow... 300 for the light show\nAnother hundred on the hand to watch the ice glow\nAnother 10 grand to watch the dice roll\nTrying to let you motherfuckers see this how my life go (THIS IS REAL SHIT!)\nThe bright lights and this big city\nI'ma live the nightlife until the pigs get me\nRange Rove'ing, Big Truck Series\nThe chain frozen, big chunk jewelry\nWhite girls say he's all semi cool\nBut you don't want to cost him cause he got a short fuse\n\n[Hook]\n\n[Jim Jones]\nWe live life on reality\nAnd we flip white for a salary\nYou might catch us at the light in the lavish V\nBut watch them \"Blue & Whites\" try and grab a G\nMaking some chips so the hate's getting thick (I FEEL IT!)\nWatch the world through my tint, smoking haze in the whip (THAT PURRRRPLEEE!)\nContemplate, maybe take a little trip\nOcean Drive heavy glean in my necklace\nCall up cabs, rushing drinks out of \"Wet Willies\"\n\"Eu Seuy O Balling\" but y'all foolish\nGetting locked up for crimes and ya lawyer's ain't Jewish! (STUUUUUUUUUPID!)\nThat's why I keep the Turnie's on the tainer\nCause everytime I turn I'm getting chained up\nThey say what they want to search, tryna tame us\nI think they mad we from the turf and we dangerous\nAND MY WHOLE CREW ICEY WE PLAYING HOCKEY LIKE THE RANGERS\n\n[Hook]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Bright Lights, Big City (Ft. Max B)\n artist: Jim Jones\n album: Hustler's P.O.M.E.\n duration_ms: 256470\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Jim Jones\n Hustler's P.O.M.E.\n Bright Lights, Big City\n THE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\n THE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\n THE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\n THE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\n\n [Jim Jones]\n This is a dream of a hustler (like a nightmare!)\n I had the butter and the fiends was in love with us (that Fishscale!)\n We copped the gutta, not a team that could fuck with us! (Dipset!)\n And word to mother keep the thing in every truck with us\n Now I was fronting like Rich was, and some of my bit-ches\n Was going so hard, got some of us sick thugs (SNAGZ!)\n And minor setbacks got some of us tripped up but...\n The guns we done gripped up so we coming to get ya!\n And fuck the local authorities (fuck em!), and hope the big boys don't pick up my case\n Cause for these big toys and these chips, we get chased! (balling!)\n Playing ball just like the Orioles to get to 1st base\n But the... goons on 2nd, bust on 3rd (WATCH IT!)\n You know they... move with the weapons, get bucks off birds (iT'S CRAZY OUT HERE!)\n It's like I'm playing Chicken with my life\n Tryna get this paper moving pitches for a price\n\n [Max B: Hook]\n WE COME TO RIDE OUT WITH THEM NIGGAZ BABY WE GETTING FIGURES\n IT'S BYRD GANG... WE DOING IT BIIIIIG\n BUT WE TOWERED UP, GET THE REMY I'LL GET A CUP... YOU SLIPPIN GOOD, CAN I GET A SQUEEEEEZE\n I DON'T THINK YOU WANT IT WITH THEM NIGGAZ\n CAUSE THEM HAMMERS THEY WONT HESISTATE TO SQUEEZE\n WE ON THE ROAD, TRAVEL CROSS THE GLOBE... ALL MY HOMIES UP WITH THIS GETTING CHEEEEEESE\n\n [Jim Jones]\n Look... the nightmares of a trap star (SCAAARY!)\n With white tees, Nike air's and my fast car (CRUUUUSING!)\n D.A tryna wrap me in the charge\n But I just bought some V's and a pack in my garage\n Now... me rapping what's the odds?\n We the last crew standing... DIPLOMATS NOW IN CHARGE!\n Now... 300 for the light show\n Another hundred on the hand to watch the ice glow\n Another 10 grand to watch the dice roll\n Trying to let you motherfuckers see this how my life go (THIS IS REAL SHIT!)\n The bright lights and this big city\n I'ma live the nightlife until the pigs get me\n Range Rove'ing, Big Truck Series\n The chain frozen, big chunk jewelry\n White girls say he's all semi cool\n But you don't want to cost him cause he got a short fuse\n\n [Hook]\n\n [Jim Jones]\n We live life on reality\n And we flip white for a salary\n You might catch us at the light in the lavish V\n But watch them \"Blue & Whites\" try and grab a G\n Making some chips so the hate's getting thick (I FEEL IT!)\n Watch the world through my tint, smoking haze in the whip (THAT PURRRRPLEEE!)\n Contemplate, maybe take a little trip\n Ocean Drive heavy glean in my necklace\n Call up cabs, rushing drinks out of \"Wet Willies\"\n \"Eu Seuy O Balling\" but y'all foolish\n Getting locked up for crimes and ya lawyer's ain't Jewish! (STUUUUUUUUUPID!)\n That's why I keep the Turnie's on the tainer\n Cause everytime I turn I'm getting chained up\n They say what they want to search, tryna tame us\n I think they mad we from the turf and we dangerous\n AND MY WHOLE CREW ICEY WE PLAYING HOCKEY LIKE THE RANGERS\n\n [Hook]\n"},{"id":11931521,"name":"Bright Lights, Big City (Feat. Max B)","trackName":"Bright Lights, Big City (Feat. Max B)","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product Of My Environment)","duration":256.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jim Jones\nHustler's P.O.M.E.\nBright Lights, Big City\nTHE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\nTHE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\nTHE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\nTHE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\n\n[Jim Jones]\nThis is a dream of a hustler (like a nightmare!)\nI had the butter and the fiends was in love with us (that Fishscale!)\nWe copped the gutta, not a team that could fuck with us! (Dipset!)\nAnd word to mother keep the thing in every truck with us\nNow I was fronting like Rich was, and some of my bit-ches\nWas going so hard, got some of us sick thugs (SNAGZ!)\nAnd minor setbacks got some of us tripped up but...\nThe guns we done gripped up so we coming to get ya!\nAnd fuck the local authorities (fuck em!), and hope the big boys don't pick up my case\nCause for these big toys and these chips, we get chased! (balling!)\nPlaying ball just like the Orioles to get to 1st base\nBut the... goons on 2nd, bust on 3rd (WATCH IT!)\nYou know they... move with the weapons, get bucks off birds (iT'S CRAZY OUT HERE!)\nIt's like I'm playing Chicken with my life\nTryna get this paper moving pitches for a price\n\n[Max B: Hook]\nWE COME TO RIDE OUT WITH THEM NIGGAZ BABY WE GETTING FIGURES\nIT'S BYRD GANG... WE DOING IT BIIIIIG\nBUT WE TOWERED UP, GET THE REMY I'LL GET A CUP... YOU SLIPPIN GOOD, CAN I GET A SQUEEEEEZE\nI DON'T THINK YOU WANT IT WITH THEM NIGGAZ\nCAUSE THEM HAMMERS THEY WONT HESISTATE TO SQUEEZE\nWE ON THE ROAD, TRAVEL CROSS THE GLOBE... ALL MY HOMIES UP WITH THIS GETTING CHEEEEEESE\n\n[Jim Jones]\nLook... the nightmares of a trap star (SCAAARY!)\nWith white tees, Nike air's and my fast car (CRUUUUSING!)\nD.A tryna wrap me in the charge\nBut I just bought some V's and a pack in my garage\nNow... me rapping what's the odds?\nWe the last crew standing... DIPLOMATS NOW IN CHARGE!\nNow... 300 for the light show\nAnother hundred on the hand to watch the ice glow\nAnother 10 grand to watch the dice roll\nTrying to let you motherfuckers see this how my life go (THIS IS REAL SHIT!)\nThe bright lights and this big city\nI'ma live the nightlife until the pigs get me\nRange Rove'ing, Big Truck Series\nThe chain frozen, big chunk jewelry\nWhite girls say he's all semi cool\nBut you don't want to cost him cause he got a short fuse\n\n[Hook]\n\n[Jim Jones]\nWe live life on reality\nAnd we flip white for a salary\nYou might catch us at the light in the lavish V\nBut watch them \"Blue & Whites\" try and grab a G\nMaking some chips so the hate's getting thick (I FEEL IT!)\nWatch the world through my tint, smoking haze in the whip (THAT PURRRRPLEEE!)\nContemplate, maybe take a little trip\nOcean Drive heavy glean in my necklace\nCall up cabs, rushing drinks out of \"Wet Willies\"\n\"Eu Seuy O Balling\" but y'all foolish\nGetting locked up for crimes and ya lawyer's ain't Jewish! (STUUUUUUUUUPID!)\nThat's why I keep the Turnie's on the tainer\nCause everytime I turn I'm getting chained up\nThey say what they want to search, tryna tame us\nI think they mad we from the turf and we dangerous\nAND MY WHOLE CREW ICEY WE PLAYING HOCKEY LIKE THE RANGERS\n\n[Hook]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Bright Lights, Big City (Feat. Max B)\n artist: Jim Jones\n album: Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product Of My Environment)\n duration_ms: 256000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Jim Jones\n Hustler's P.O.M.E.\n Bright Lights, Big City\n THE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\n THE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\n THE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\n THE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\n\n [Jim Jones]\n This is a dream of a hustler (like a nightmare!)\n I had the butter and the fiends was in love with us (that Fishscale!)\n We copped the gutta, not a team that could fuck with us! (Dipset!)\n And word to mother keep the thing in every truck with us\n Now I was fronting like Rich was, and some of my bit-ches\n Was going so hard, got some of us sick thugs (SNAGZ!)\n And minor setbacks got some of us tripped up but...\n The guns we done gripped up so we coming to get ya!\n And fuck the local authorities (fuck em!), and hope the big boys don't pick up my case\n Cause for these big toys and these chips, we get chased! (balling!)\n Playing ball just like the Orioles to get to 1st base\n But the... goons on 2nd, bust on 3rd (WATCH IT!)\n You know they... move with the weapons, get bucks off birds (iT'S CRAZY OUT HERE!)\n It's like I'm playing Chicken with my life\n Tryna get this paper moving pitches for a price\n\n [Max B: Hook]\n WE COME TO RIDE OUT WITH THEM NIGGAZ BABY WE GETTING FIGURES\n IT'S BYRD GANG... WE DOING IT BIIIIIG\n BUT WE TOWERED UP, GET THE REMY I'LL GET A CUP... YOU SLIPPIN GOOD, CAN I GET A SQUEEEEEZE\n I DON'T THINK YOU WANT IT WITH THEM NIGGAZ\n CAUSE THEM HAMMERS THEY WONT HESISTATE TO SQUEEZE\n WE ON THE ROAD, TRAVEL CROSS THE GLOBE... ALL MY HOMIES UP WITH THIS GETTING CHEEEEEESE\n\n [Jim Jones]\n Look... the nightmares of a trap star (SCAAARY!)\n With white tees, Nike air's and my fast car (CRUUUUSING!)\n D.A tryna wrap me in the charge\n But I just bought some V's and a pack in my garage\n Now... me rapping what's the odds?\n We the last crew standing... DIPLOMATS NOW IN CHARGE!\n Now... 300 for the light show\n Another hundred on the hand to watch the ice glow\n Another 10 grand to watch the dice roll\n Trying to let you motherfuckers see this how my life go (THIS IS REAL SHIT!)\n The bright lights and this big city\n I'ma live the nightlife until the pigs get me\n Range Rove'ing, Big Truck Series\n The chain frozen, big chunk jewelry\n White girls say he's all semi cool\n But you don't want to cost him cause he got a short fuse\n\n [Hook]\n\n [Jim Jones]\n We live life on reality\n And we flip white for a salary\n You might catch us at the light in the lavish V\n But watch them \"Blue & Whites\" try and grab a G\n Making some chips so the hate's getting thick (I FEEL IT!)\n Watch the world through my tint, smoking haze in the whip (THAT PURRRRPLEEE!)\n Contemplate, maybe take a little trip\n Ocean Drive heavy glean in my necklace\n Call up cabs, rushing drinks out of \"Wet Willies\"\n \"Eu Seuy O Balling\" but y'all foolish\n Getting locked up for crimes and ya lawyer's ain't Jewish! (STUUUUUUUUUPID!)\n That's why I keep the Turnie's on the tainer\n Cause everytime I turn I'm getting chained up\n They say what they want to search, tryna tame us\n I think they mad we from the turf and we dangerous\n AND MY WHOLE CREW ICEY WE PLAYING HOCKEY LIKE THE RANGERS\n\n [Hook]\n"},{"id":32835265,"name":"Bright Lights, Big City [Explicit]","trackName":"Bright Lights, Big City [Explicit]","artistName":"Max B feat. 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Jim Jones\n album: Library of a Legend, Vol. 1 [Explicit]\n duration_ms: 256000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n This is the dream of a hustler\n I had the butter then the fiends was in love with us\n We got the gutter not a team that could fuck with us\n And word to mother keep the thing in every truck with us\n I was frontin like Rich was in some of my pictures\n From goin so hard got some of us picked up\n Minor setbacks got some of us tripped up\n But guns we done gripped up so we comin to get ya\n And fuck the local authorities\n And hope the big boys don't pick up my case\n Cause for these big toys and the chips we could chase\n Playin ball just like the Orioles to get to first base\n But who's on second, what's on third\n You know we move with the weapons get bucks off birds\n Damn it's like I'm playin chicken with my life\n Tryna get this paper movin pictures for a price\n\n I'm havin bad hours with them niggas\n Baby we gettin figures\n It's Byrd Gang, we doin it big\n Pour the Da'wa up, got the Remy I need a cup\n It's lookin good, can I get a swig?\n I don't think you want it with them niggas\n Cause them hammers they won't hesitate to squeeze\n We on the road, travel across the globe\n All my homies eatin, we gettin cheese\n\n The nightmares of a trap star\n White tee, Nike Airs and my fast car\n D.A. tryna wrap me in a charge\n I just brought some V's in a pack to my garage\n Now me rappin what's the odds\n We the last crew standing Diplomats now in charge\n 300 For the light show\n Another hundred on the hand to watch the ice glow\n Another 10 grand to watch the dice roll\n I'm tryna let you muh'fuckers see this how my life go\n The bright lights of this big city\n I live that night life till the pigs get me\n Range Rov' and big truck series\n The chain frozen big truck jewelry\n White girl say he's awesome and cool\n But you don't wanna cross him cause he got a short fuse\n\n I'm havin bad hours with them niggas\n Baby we gettin figures\n It's Byrd Gang, we doin it big\n Pour the Da'wa up, got the Remy I need a cup\n It's lookin good, can I get a swig?\n I don't think you want it with them niggas\n Cause them hammers they won't hesitate to squeeze\n We on the road, travel across the globe\n All my homies eatin, we gettin cheese\n\n We live life on reality\n And we flip white for our salary\n You might catch us at the light in a lavish V\n But watch the blue and white, they try grab a G\n We makin some chips so the hate's gettin thick\n Watch the world through my tints, smokin haze in the whip\n Contemplate, maybe take a lil trip\n Ocean Drive, heavy bling and my neck chilly\n Call a cab, slushy drinks out of Wet Willies\n Y'all swear y'all ballin but you're foolish\n Gettin locked up for crimes and your lawyers ain't Jewish\n That's why I keep attorneys on retainer\n Cause every time I turn I'm gettin chanked up\n They say that they wanna search or detain us\n I think they mad we from the turf and we came up\n And my whole team on ice we play rough like the Rangers\n\n I'm havin bad hours with them niggas\n Baby we gettin figures\n It's Byrd Gang, we doin it big\n Pour the Da'wa up, got the Remy I need a cup\n It's lookin good, can I get a swig?\n I don't think you want it with them niggas\n Cause them hammers they won't hesitate to squeeze\n We on the road, travel across the globe\n All my homies eatin, we gettin cheese\n\n I don't think you want it with them niggas\n Cause them hammers they won't hesitate to squeeze\n We on the road, travel across the globe\n All my homies eatin, we gettin cheese\n"},{"id":17420169,"name":"Bright Lights, Big City (Feat. 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(Dipset!)\nAnd word to mother keep the thing in every truck with us\nNow I was fronting like Rich was, and some of my bit-ches\nWas going so hard, got some of us sick thugs (SNAGZ!)\nAnd minor setbacks got some of us tripped up but...\nThe guns we done gripped up so we coming to get ya!\nAnd fuck the local authorities (fuck em!), and hope the big boys don't pick up my case\nCause for these big toys and these chips, we get chased! (balling!)\nPlaying ball just like the Orioles to get to 1st base\nBut the... goons on 2nd, bust on 3rd (WATCH IT!)\nYou know they... move with the weapons, get bucks off birds (iT'S CRAZY OUT HERE!)\nIt's like I'm playing Chicken with my life\nTryna get this paper moving pitches for a price\n\n[Max B: Hook]\nWE COME TO RIDE OUT WITH THEM NIGGAZ BABY WE GETTING FIGURES\nIT'S BYRD GANG... WE DOING IT BIIIIIG\nBUT WE TOWERED UP, GET THE REMY I'LL GET A CUP... YOU SLIPPIN GOOD, CAN I GET A SQUEEEEEZE\nI DON'T THINK YOU WANT IT WITH THEM NIGGAZ\nCAUSE THEM HAMMERS THEY WONT HESISTATE TO SQUEEZE\nWE ON THE ROAD, TRAVEL CROSS THE GLOBE... ALL MY HOMIES UP WITH THIS GETTING CHEEEEEESE\n\n[Jim Jones]\nLook... the nightmares of a trap star (SCAAARY!)\nWith white tees, Nike air's and my fast car (CRUUUUSING!)\nD.A tryna wrap me in the charge\nBut I just bought some V's and a pack in my garage\nNow... me rapping what's the odds?\nWe the last crew standing... DIPLOMATS NOW IN CHARGE!\nNow... 300 for the light show\nAnother hundred on the hand to watch the ice glow\nAnother 10 grand to watch the dice roll\nTrying to let you motherfuckers see this how my life go (THIS IS REAL SHIT!)\nThe bright lights and this big city\nI'ma live the nightlife until the pigs get me\nRange Rove'ing, Big Truck Series\nThe chain frozen, big chunk jewelry\nWhite girls say he's all semi cool\nBut you don't want to cost him cause he got a short fuse\n\n[Hook]\n\n[Jim Jones]\nWe live life on reality\nAnd we flip white for a salary\nYou might catch us at the light in the lavish V\nBut watch them \"Blue & Whites\" try and grab a G\nMaking some chips so the hate's getting thick (I FEEL IT!)\nWatch the world through my tint, smoking haze in the whip (THAT PURRRRPLEEE!)\nContemplate, maybe take a little trip\nOcean Drive heavy glean in my necklace\nCall up cabs, rushing drinks out of \"Wet Willies\"\n\"Eu Seuy O Balling\" but y'all foolish\nGetting locked up for crimes and ya lawyer's ain't Jewish! (STUUUUUUUUUPID!)\nThat's why I keep the Turnie's on the tainer\nCause everytime I turn I'm getting chained up\nThey say what they want to search, tryna tame us\nI think they mad we from the turf and we dangerous\nAND MY WHOLE CREW ICEY WE PLAYING HOCKEY LIKE THE RANGERS\n\n[Hook]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Bright Lights, Big City (Feat. Jim Jones)\n artist: Max B\n album: Library Of A Legend Volume 1\n duration_ms: 256496\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Jim Jones\n Hustler's P.O.M.E.\n Bright Lights, Big City\n THE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\n THE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\n THE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\n THE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\n\n [Jim Jones]\n This is a dream of a hustler (like a nightmare!)\n I had the butter and the fiends was in love with us (that Fishscale!)\n We copped the gutta, not a team that could fuck with us! (Dipset!)\n And word to mother keep the thing in every truck with us\n Now I was fronting like Rich was, and some of my bit-ches\n Was going so hard, got some of us sick thugs (SNAGZ!)\n And minor setbacks got some of us tripped up but...\n The guns we done gripped up so we coming to get ya!\n And fuck the local authorities (fuck em!), and hope the big boys don't pick up my case\n Cause for these big toys and these chips, we get chased! (balling!)\n Playing ball just like the Orioles to get to 1st base\n But the... goons on 2nd, bust on 3rd (WATCH IT!)\n You know they... move with the weapons, get bucks off birds (iT'S CRAZY OUT HERE!)\n It's like I'm playing Chicken with my life\n Tryna get this paper moving pitches for a price\n\n [Max B: Hook]\n WE COME TO RIDE OUT WITH THEM NIGGAZ BABY WE GETTING FIGURES\n IT'S BYRD GANG... WE DOING IT BIIIIIG\n BUT WE TOWERED UP, GET THE REMY I'LL GET A CUP... YOU SLIPPIN GOOD, CAN I GET A SQUEEEEEZE\n I DON'T THINK YOU WANT IT WITH THEM NIGGAZ\n CAUSE THEM HAMMERS THEY WONT HESISTATE TO SQUEEZE\n WE ON THE ROAD, TRAVEL CROSS THE GLOBE... ALL MY HOMIES UP WITH THIS GETTING CHEEEEEESE\n\n [Jim Jones]\n Look... the nightmares of a trap star (SCAAARY!)\n With white tees, Nike air's and my fast car (CRUUUUSING!)\n D.A tryna wrap me in the charge\n But I just bought some V's and a pack in my garage\n Now... me rapping what's the odds?\n We the last crew standing... DIPLOMATS NOW IN CHARGE!\n Now... 300 for the light show\n Another hundred on the hand to watch the ice glow\n Another 10 grand to watch the dice roll\n Trying to let you motherfuckers see this how my life go (THIS IS REAL SHIT!)\n The bright lights and this big city\n I'ma live the nightlife until the pigs get me\n Range Rove'ing, Big Truck Series\n The chain frozen, big chunk jewelry\n White girls say he's all semi cool\n But you don't want to cost him cause he got a short fuse\n\n [Hook]\n\n [Jim Jones]\n We live life on reality\n And we flip white for a salary\n You might catch us at the light in the lavish V\n But watch them \"Blue & Whites\" try and grab a G\n Making some chips so the hate's getting thick (I FEEL IT!)\n Watch the world through my tint, smoking haze in the whip (THAT PURRRRPLEEE!)\n Contemplate, maybe take a little trip\n Ocean Drive heavy glean in my necklace\n Call up cabs, rushing drinks out of \"Wet Willies\"\n \"Eu Seuy O Balling\" but y'all foolish\n Getting locked up for crimes and ya lawyer's ain't Jewish! (STUUUUUUUUUPID!)\n That's why I keep the Turnie's on the tainer\n Cause everytime I turn I'm getting chained up\n They say what they want to search, tryna tame us\n I think they mad we from the turf and we dangerous\n AND MY WHOLE CREW ICEY WE PLAYING HOCKEY LIKE THE RANGERS\n\n [Hook]\n"},{"id":17019237,"name":"Bright Lights Big City (feat. Max B)","trackName":"Bright Lights Big City (feat. Max B)","artistName":"Jim Jones featuring Max B","albumName":"Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product of My Environment)","duration":256.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jim Jones\nHustler's P.O.M.E.\nBright Lights, Big City\nTHE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\nTHE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\nTHE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\nTHE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\n\n[Jim Jones]\nThis is a dream of a hustler (like a nightmare!)\nI had the butter and the fiends was in love with us (that Fishscale!)\nWe copped the gutta, not a team that could fuck with us! (Dipset!)\nAnd word to mother keep the thing in every truck with us\nNow I was fronting like Rich was, and some of my bit-ches\nWas going so hard, got some of us sick thugs (SNAGZ!)\nAnd minor setbacks got some of us tripped up but...\nThe guns we done gripped up so we coming to get ya!\nAnd fuck the local authorities (fuck em!), and hope the big boys don't pick up my case\nCause for these big toys and these chips, we get chased! (balling!)\nPlaying ball just like the Orioles to get to 1st base\nBut the... goons on 2nd, bust on 3rd (WATCH IT!)\nYou know they... move with the weapons, get bucks off birds (iT'S CRAZY OUT HERE!)\nIt's like I'm playing Chicken with my life\nTryna get this paper moving pitches for a price\n\n[Max B: Hook]\nWE COME TO RIDE OUT WITH THEM NIGGAZ BABY WE GETTING FIGURES\nIT'S BYRD GANG... WE DOING IT BIIIIIG\nBUT WE TOWERED UP, GET THE REMY I'LL GET A CUP... YOU SLIPPIN GOOD, CAN I GET A SQUEEEEEZE\nI DON'T THINK YOU WANT IT WITH THEM NIGGAZ\nCAUSE THEM HAMMERS THEY WONT HESISTATE TO SQUEEZE\nWE ON THE ROAD, TRAVEL CROSS THE GLOBE... ALL MY HOMIES UP WITH THIS GETTING CHEEEEEESE\n\n[Jim Jones]\nLook... the nightmares of a trap star (SCAAARY!)\nWith white tees, Nike air's and my fast car (CRUUUUSING!)\nD.A tryna wrap me in the charge\nBut I just bought some V's and a pack in my garage\nNow... me rapping what's the odds?\nWe the last crew standing... DIPLOMATS NOW IN CHARGE!\nNow... 300 for the light show\nAnother hundred on the hand to watch the ice glow\nAnother 10 grand to watch the dice roll\nTrying to let you motherfuckers see this how my life go (THIS IS REAL SHIT!)\nThe bright lights and this big city\nI'ma live the nightlife until the pigs get me\nRange Rove'ing, Big Truck Series\nThe chain frozen, big chunk jewelry\nWhite girls say he's all semi cool\nBut you don't want to cost him cause he got a short fuse\n\n[Hook]\n\n[Jim Jones]\nWe live life on reality\nAnd we flip white for a salary\nYou might catch us at the light in the lavish V\nBut watch them \"Blue & Whites\" try and grab a G\nMaking some chips so the hate's getting thick (I FEEL IT!)\nWatch the world through my tint, smoking haze in the whip (THAT PURRRRPLEEE!)\nContemplate, maybe take a little trip\nOcean Drive heavy glean in my necklace\nCall up cabs, rushing drinks out of \"Wet Willies\"\n\"Eu Seuy O Balling\" but y'all foolish\nGetting locked up for crimes and ya lawyer's ain't Jewish! (STUUUUUUUUUPID!)\nThat's why I keep the Turnie's on the tainer\nCause everytime I turn I'm getting chained up\nThey say what they want to search, tryna tame us\nI think they mad we from the turf and we dangerous\nAND MY WHOLE CREW ICEY WE PLAYING HOCKEY LIKE THE RANGERS\n\n[Hook]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Bright Lights Big City (feat. Max B)\n artist: Jim Jones featuring Max B\n album: Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product of My Environment)\n duration_ms: 256000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Jim Jones\n Hustler's P.O.M.E.\n Bright Lights, Big City\n THE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\n THE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\n THE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\n THE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY!\n\n [Jim Jones]\n This is a dream of a hustler (like a nightmare!)\n I had the butter and the fiends was in love with us (that Fishscale!)\n We copped the gutta, not a team that could fuck with us! (Dipset!)\n And word to mother keep the thing in every truck with us\n Now I was fronting like Rich was, and some of my bit-ches\n Was going so hard, got some of us sick thugs (SNAGZ!)\n And minor setbacks got some of us tripped up but...\n The guns we done gripped up so we coming to get ya!\n And fuck the local authorities (fuck em!), and hope the big boys don't pick up my case\n Cause for these big toys and these chips, we get chased! (balling!)\n Playing ball just like the Orioles to get to 1st base\n But the... goons on 2nd, bust on 3rd (WATCH IT!)\n You know they... move with the weapons, get bucks off birds (iT'S CRAZY OUT HERE!)\n It's like I'm playing Chicken with my life\n Tryna get this paper moving pitches for a price\n\n [Max B: Hook]\n WE COME TO RIDE OUT WITH THEM NIGGAZ BABY WE GETTING FIGURES\n IT'S BYRD GANG... WE DOING IT BIIIIIG\n BUT WE TOWERED UP, GET THE REMY I'LL GET A CUP... YOU SLIPPIN GOOD, CAN I GET A SQUEEEEEZE\n I DON'T THINK YOU WANT IT WITH THEM NIGGAZ\n CAUSE THEM HAMMERS THEY WONT HESISTATE TO SQUEEZE\n WE ON THE ROAD, TRAVEL CROSS THE GLOBE... ALL MY HOMIES UP WITH THIS GETTING CHEEEEEESE\n\n [Jim Jones]\n Look... the nightmares of a trap star (SCAAARY!)\n With white tees, Nike air's and my fast car (CRUUUUSING!)\n D.A tryna wrap me in the charge\n But I just bought some V's and a pack in my garage\n Now... me rapping what's the odds?\n We the last crew standing... DIPLOMATS NOW IN CHARGE!\n Now... 300 for the light show\n Another hundred on the hand to watch the ice glow\n Another 10 grand to watch the dice roll\n Trying to let you motherfuckers see this how my life go (THIS IS REAL SHIT!)\n The bright lights and this big city\n I'ma live the nightlife until the pigs get me\n Range Rove'ing, Big Truck Series\n The chain frozen, big chunk jewelry\n White girls say he's all semi cool\n But you don't want to cost him cause he got a short fuse\n\n [Hook]\n\n [Jim Jones]\n We live life on reality\n And we flip white for a salary\n You might catch us at the light in the lavish V\n But watch them \"Blue & Whites\" try and grab a G\n Making some chips so the hate's getting thick (I FEEL IT!)\n Watch the world through my tint, smoking haze in the whip (THAT PURRRRPLEEE!)\n Contemplate, maybe take a little trip\n Ocean Drive heavy glean in my necklace\n Call up cabs, rushing drinks out of \"Wet Willies\"\n \"Eu Seuy O Balling\" but y'all foolish\n Getting locked up for crimes and ya lawyer's ain't Jewish! (STUUUUUUUUUPID!)\n That's why I keep the Turnie's on the tainer\n Cause everytime I turn I'm getting chained up\n They say what they want to search, tryna tame us\n I think they mad we from the turf and we dangerous\n AND MY WHOLE CREW ICEY WE PLAYING HOCKEY LIKE THE RANGERS\n\n [Hook]\n"}]