[{"id":10547529,"name":"Peace Treaty","trackName":"Peace Treaty","artistName":"Kam","albumName":"Neva Again","duration":242.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hittin' corners in a six trey Chevrolet rag top Impala, top dollar\nGot my cousin laid back ridin' shotgun\n'Cause I got the front and back hydraulic hot one\nJuiced up, and I'm itchin' to hit the switches\nCrawlin' over train tracks, avoidin' all ditches\nIce skatin' on the 20 inch tires\nJack up the ass, and flex the gold Dayton wires\n\nNow I'm down to take a risk, gettin' geeked up off a compact disc\nI went hoppin' up crenshaw, niggas hang loose\nLookin' for my homies to celebrate the gang truce\nAnd they about to throw a cook out\nSo I'm puttin' down the hump, we sailin' on the look out\nFor C H P, I was a teenage gee\nSo I'm readin' a graffiti the walls say, \"Peace treaty\"\n\nLookin' at the aftermath of the riot\nI can still smell the ashes from all the clashes\nBut quiet is kept, it wasn't just the blacks\nEverybody was lootin', and had each other's backs\nWe came through in understandin', demandin'\nJustice, bust this, we all had our hand in\nThe cookie jar, took it far enough to make a statement\n\nDaryl Gates, that's where all the hate went we pass by a swap meet\nBeen shoppin' at for years, but it couldn't stop heat\nSee ya, wouldn't wanna be your next door neighbor\nLess government relief checks, more labor\n10 percent blood suckers of the poor took a loss\nFor exploitation, had to show 'em who was boss\nTeach 'em not to be so greedy had to shut 'em down\nBound by a peace treaty, bound by a peace treaty\n\nHit the park, bailed out the car\nAnd seen blue and red everywhere, look how strong we are\nNiggas showin' up from this gang and that gang\nNobody set-trippin', 'cause it's a black thing\nPeople just partyin', sippin' on a cup\nSome of the Compton F.O.I. even showed up\nSuited and booted, kickin' it with the locs\nIn unity, soon we'll be lovin' all black folks\n\nI heard Solo, bumpin' in a Blazer\nClownin' on a car phone, blowin' up my pager\nWatts-Up is on the set just checkin' out the scenery\nBrothers I ain't never met is hittin' me up, I had to swallow my pride\nJust kept steppin', hit em up and said, \"Right\"\nAin't no drama, 'cause I'm mobbin' with Laid-Back\nI seen Big Jess, Jay and K-Mac they used to work them narcotics\nLike my nigga L-Wood and Renegade from the street products\nWe used to jack from the rich, and then give to the needy\nBut now it's a peace treaty\n\nAnd now the party's acceleratin'\nThe whole crowd bounce, and sho' nuff' celebratin'\nAin't nobody bustin' shots I bumped into Mike\nA K A Mo' Like Watts and O.G., 'cause he's older\nLovin' every minute of it, with the camcorder on his shoulder\nSo he could capture the moment, and reminisce\nI'm a always remember this\n\nBecause my niggas made the history books\nAnd now the mystery looks a lot clearer\nThe man in the mirror got power it's now or never\nMore than ever black people have to stick together\nBut yo, let's hear it for the Bloods and the Crips\nI got to admit it y'all brothers did it I just hope it don't cease\nFor the sake of all the homies that's restin' in peace","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Peace Treaty\n  artist: Kam\n  album: Neva Again\n  duration_ms: 242000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Hittin' corners in a six trey Chevrolet rag top Impala, top dollar\n  Got my cousin laid back ridin' shotgun\n  'Cause I got the front and back hydraulic hot one\n  Juiced up, and I'm itchin' to hit the switches\n  Crawlin' over train tracks, avoidin' all ditches\n  Ice skatin' on the 20 inch tires\n  Jack up the ass, and flex the gold Dayton wires\n\n  Now I'm down to take a risk, gettin' geeked up off a compact disc\n  I went hoppin' up crenshaw, niggas hang loose\n  Lookin' for my homies to celebrate the gang truce\n  And they about to throw a cook out\n  So I'm puttin' down the hump, we sailin' on the look out\n  For C H P, I was a teenage gee\n  So I'm readin' a graffiti the walls say, \"Peace treaty\"\n\n  Lookin' at the aftermath of the riot\n  I can still smell the ashes from all the clashes\n  But quiet is kept, it wasn't just the blacks\n  Everybody was lootin', and had each other's backs\n  We came through in understandin', demandin'\n  Justice, bust this, we all had our hand in\n  The cookie jar, took it far enough to make a statement\n\n  Daryl Gates, that's where all the hate went we pass by a swap meet\n  Been shoppin' at for years, but it couldn't stop heat\n  See ya, wouldn't wanna be your next door neighbor\n  Less government relief checks, more labor\n  10 percent blood suckers of the poor took a loss\n  For exploitation, had to show 'em who was boss\n  Teach 'em not to be so greedy had to shut 'em down\n  Bound by a peace treaty, bound by a peace treaty\n\n  Hit the park, bailed out the car\n  And seen blue and red everywhere, look how strong we are\n  Niggas showin' up from this gang and that gang\n  Nobody set-trippin', 'cause it's a black thing\n  People just partyin', sippin' on a cup\n  Some of the Compton F.O.I. even showed up\n  Suited and booted, kickin' it with the locs\n  In unity, soon we'll be lovin' all black folks\n\n  I heard Solo, bumpin' in a Blazer\n  Clownin' on a car phone, blowin' up my pager\n  Watts-Up is on the set just checkin' out the scenery\n  Brothers I ain't never met is hittin' me up, I had to swallow my pride\n  Just kept steppin', hit em up and said, \"Right\"\n  Ain't no drama, 'cause I'm mobbin' with Laid-Back\n  I seen Big Jess, Jay and K-Mac they used to work them narcotics\n  Like my nigga L-Wood and Renegade from the street products\n  We used to jack from the rich, and then give to the needy\n  But now it's a peace treaty\n\n  And now the party's acceleratin'\n  The whole crowd bounce, and sho' nuff' celebratin'\n  Ain't nobody bustin' shots I bumped into Mike\n  A K A Mo' Like Watts and O.G., 'cause he's older\n  Lovin' every minute of it, with the camcorder on his shoulder\n  So he could capture the moment, and reminisce\n  I'm a always remember this\n\n  Because my niggas made the history books\n  And now the mystery looks a lot clearer\n  The man in the mirror got power it's now or never\n  More than ever black people have to stick together\n  But yo, let's hear it for the Bloods and the Crips\n  I got to admit it y'all brothers did it I just hope it don't cease\n  For the sake of all the homies that's restin' in peace\n"},{"id":28293804,"name":"Peace Treaty","trackName":"Peace Treaty","artistName":"Kam","albumName":"Chapter 245. Waitin On Slant","duration":269.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hittin' corners in a six trey Chevrolet rag top Impala, top dollar\nGot my cousin laid back ridin' shotgun\n'Cause I got the front and back hydraulic hot one\nJuiced up, and I'm itchin' to hit the switches\nCrawlin' over train tracks, avoidin' all ditches\nIce skatin' on the 20 inch tires\nJack up the ass, and flex the gold Dayton wires\n\nNow I'm down to take a risk, gettin' geeked up off a compact disc\nI went hoppin' up crenshaw, niggas hang loose\nLookin' for my homies to celebrate the gang truce\nAnd they about to throw a cook out\nSo I'm puttin' down the hump, we sailin' on the look out\nFor C H P, I was a teenage gee\nSo I'm readin' a graffiti the walls say, \"Peace treaty\"\n\nLookin' at the aftermath of the riot\nI can still smell the ashes from all the clashes\nBut quiet is kept, it wasn't just the blacks\nEverybody was lootin', and had each other's backs\nWe came through in understandin', demandin'\nJustice, bust this, we all had our hand in\nThe cookie jar, took it far enough to make a statement\n\nDaryl Gates, that's where all the hate went we pass by a swap meet\nBeen shoppin' at for years, but it couldn't stop heat\nSee ya, wouldn't wanna be your next door neighbor\nLess government relief checks, more labor\n10 percent blood suckers of the poor took a loss\nFor exploitation, had to show 'em who was boss\nTeach 'em not to be so greedy had to shut 'em down\nBound by a peace treaty, bound by a peace treaty\n\nHit the park, bailed out the car\nAnd seen blue and red everywhere, look how strong we are\nNiggas showin' up from this gang and that gang\nNobody set-trippin', 'cause it's a black thing\nPeople just partyin', sippin' on a cup\nSome of the Compton F.O.I. even showed up\nSuited and booted, kickin' it with the locs\nIn unity, soon we'll be lovin' all black folks\n\nI heard Solo, bumpin' in a Blazer\nClownin' on a car phone, blowin' up my pager\nWatts-Up is on the set just checkin' out the scenery\nBrothers I ain't never met is hittin' me up, I had to swallow my pride\nJust kept steppin', hit em up and said, \"Right\"\nAin't no drama, 'cause I'm mobbin' with Laid-Back\nI seen Big Jess, Jay and K-Mac they used to work them narcotics\nLike my nigga L-Wood and Renegade from the street products\nWe used to jack from the rich, and then give to the needy\nBut now it's a peace treaty\n\nAnd now the party's acceleratin'\nThe whole crowd bounce, and sho' nuff' celebratin'\nAin't nobody bustin' shots I bumped into Mike\nA K A Mo' Like Watts and O.G., 'cause he's older\nLovin' every minute of it, with the camcorder on his shoulder\nSo he could capture the moment, and reminisce\nI'm a always remember this\n\nBecause my niggas made the history books\nAnd now the mystery looks a lot clearer\nThe man in the mirror got power it's now or never\nMore than ever black people have to stick together\nBut yo, let's hear it for the Bloods and the Crips\nI got to admit it y'all brothers did it I just hope it don't cease\nFor the sake of all the homies that's restin' in peace","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Peace Treaty\n  artist: Kam\n  album: Chapter 245. Waitin On Slant\n  duration_ms: 269000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Hittin' corners in a six trey Chevrolet rag top Impala, top dollar\n  Got my cousin laid back ridin' shotgun\n  'Cause I got the front and back hydraulic hot one\n  Juiced up, and I'm itchin' to hit the switches\n  Crawlin' over train tracks, avoidin' all ditches\n  Ice skatin' on the 20 inch tires\n  Jack up the ass, and flex the gold Dayton wires\n\n  Now I'm down to take a risk, gettin' geeked up off a compact disc\n  I went hoppin' up crenshaw, niggas hang loose\n  Lookin' for my homies to celebrate the gang truce\n  And they about to throw a cook out\n  So I'm puttin' down the hump, we sailin' on the look out\n  For C H P, I was a teenage gee\n  So I'm readin' a graffiti the walls say, \"Peace treaty\"\n\n  Lookin' at the aftermath of the riot\n  I can still smell the ashes from all the clashes\n  But quiet is kept, it wasn't just the blacks\n  Everybody was lootin', and had each other's backs\n  We came through in understandin', demandin'\n  Justice, bust this, we all had our hand in\n  The cookie jar, took it far enough to make a statement\n\n  Daryl Gates, that's where all the hate went we pass by a swap meet\n  Been shoppin' at for years, but it couldn't stop heat\n  See ya, wouldn't wanna be your next door neighbor\n  Less government relief checks, more labor\n  10 percent blood suckers of the poor took a loss\n  For exploitation, had to show 'em who was boss\n  Teach 'em not to be so greedy had to shut 'em down\n  Bound by a peace treaty, bound by a peace treaty\n\n  Hit the park, bailed out the car\n  And seen blue and red everywhere, look how strong we are\n  Niggas showin' up from this gang and that gang\n  Nobody set-trippin', 'cause it's a black thing\n  People just partyin', sippin' on a cup\n  Some of the Compton F.O.I. even showed up\n  Suited and booted, kickin' it with the locs\n  In unity, soon we'll be lovin' all black folks\n\n  I heard Solo, bumpin' in a Blazer\n  Clownin' on a car phone, blowin' up my pager\n  Watts-Up is on the set just checkin' out the scenery\n  Brothers I ain't never met is hittin' me up, I had to swallow my pride\n  Just kept steppin', hit em up and said, \"Right\"\n  Ain't no drama, 'cause I'm mobbin' with Laid-Back\n  I seen Big Jess, Jay and K-Mac they used to work them narcotics\n  Like my nigga L-Wood and Renegade from the street products\n  We used to jack from the rich, and then give to the needy\n  But now it's a peace treaty\n\n  And now the party's acceleratin'\n  The whole crowd bounce, and sho' nuff' celebratin'\n  Ain't nobody bustin' shots I bumped into Mike\n  A K A Mo' Like Watts and O.G., 'cause he's older\n  Lovin' every minute of it, with the camcorder on his shoulder\n  So he could capture the moment, and reminisce\n  I'm a always remember this\n\n  Because my niggas made the history books\n  And now the mystery looks a lot clearer\n  The man in the mirror got power it's now or never\n  More than ever black people have to stick together\n  But yo, let's hear it for the Bloods and the Crips\n  I got to admit it y'all brothers did it I just hope it don't cease\n  For the sake of all the homies that's restin' in peace\n"}]