[{"id":34287375,"name":"Gone","trackName":"Gone","artistName":"Kanye West","albumName":"Sorry, Mr. West is Gone","duration":473.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Wished I had told ooh was (the) only one (uh oh!)\nBut it's too late, it's too late he's gone\n\nYou sweat her and I ain't talkin' 'bout a Coogi\nYou a Big L and I ain't talkin' 'bout Cool J\nSee me at the airport, at least twenty Louis\nTreat me like the Prince and this my sweet brother Numpsay\n(Brother Numpsay!) groupies say I'm too choosy\nTake em to the show and talk all through the movies\nSays she want diamonds, I took her to Ruby Tuesdays\nIf we up in Fridays, I still have it my way\n\nGone we striving home\nGone I ride on chrome, it's too late\n\nY'all don't want no prob' from me\nWhat you rappers could get is a job from me\nMaybe you could be my intern and in turn\nI'll show you how I cook up summer in the winter\nAaron love the raw dog, when will he learn\nCaught something on the Usher tour, he had to let it burn\nPlus he already got three children\nArguin' over babysitters like bitch it's yo turn\n\"Damn Ye it'd be stupid to diss you\nEven your superficial raps is super-official\"\nR-R-R-Roc Pastelle with Gucci on\nWith TVs in the ride, throw a movie on\nSaid he couldn't rap now he at the top with Doobie Long\n'Cause I dookied on any song that they threw me on, gone\n\nWe striving home, gone\nI ride on chrome\nWe striving home\nWe striving home, gone (Killa)\nI ride on chrome\n\nKnock knock, who's there? Killa Cam, Killa who?\nKilla Cam, hustler, grinder, guerilla true\nOh my chinchilla blue, blue you ever dealt with a dealer\nWell here's the deal, ma we going to the dealer woo\nNo concealing, no ceiling I don't need a roof\nAct up, get out, I don't need you poof\nPoof be gone, damn tough luck dag\nDag niggas still doing puff-puff-pass\nPull the truck up fast and I tell 'em\nHey back in a touched up Jag shit\nY'all niggas wanna get in Cam's cerebellum\nAn old man just gon' tell em too late\nThen I see how y'all gonna react when I'm gone\nMy last girl want me back then, I'm on\nFine stay, you got the grind hey\nCame back, read what the sign say\nYes I know you wanna see my demise\nYeah you church boy, acting like a thief in disguise\nAin't even my size, see the greed in my eyes\nAsk Abby, I hustle, brought weed to the Chi, shit\nAnd that ain't even a lie, please believe me\nGave Weezie a piece of the pie and\nYou can ask George or Regina\nThe whole West Side I explore with the Bimmer now\n\nWe striving home, I ride on chrome\nListen, homeboy, move on\nThat's your best bet, why's that, Cons'?\n\nI been pouring out some liquor for the fact that my pal's gone\nAnd trying to help his Momma with the fact that her child gone\nAnd since we used to bubble like a tub full of Calgon\nGuess it's only right that I should help her from now on\nBut since they got afoul on what could've gone wrong\nNow they asking Cons, how long has this gone on\nAnd maybe all this money might have gone to my head\n'Cause they got me thinking money might have gone to the Feds\nSo I had gone to the dread, but he had gone up to bed\nAnd when I came the next morning he was gone with my bread\nAnd with that being said I had gone on my instincts\nAnd gone to the spots where they go to get mixed drinks\nBut looking back now, I should've gone to the crib\nAnd rented Gone With the Wind, 'cause I'da gone in by ten\nBut I had gone with my friend, and we had gone to the bar\nAnd heard a nigga talking shit so I had gone to the car\nAnd now the judge is telling me that I had gone too far\nAnd now we gone for twenty years doing time behind bars\nAnd since I gone to a cell for some petty crimes\nI guess I gone to the well one too many times, 'cause I'm gone\n\nUh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh uh uh onnn, uh uh-uh onnn\nUh-uh onnn, uh uh-uh\nI'm ahead of my time, sometimes years out\nSo the powers that be won't let me get my ideas out\nAnd that make me wanna get my advance out\nAnd move to Oklahoma and just live at my aunt's house\nYeah, I romance the thought of leaving it all behind\nKanye step away from the lime\nLight like when I was on the grind\nIn the 1-9-9-9\nBefore model chicks was bending over\nOr dealerships asked me \"Benz or Rover?\"\nMan, if I could just get one beat on Hova\nWe could get up off this cheap-ass sofa\nWhat the summer of the Chi got to offer an eighteen-year-old?\nSell drugs or get a job, you gotta play your role\nMy dog worked at Taco Bell, hooked us up plural\nFired a week later, the manager count the churros\nSometimes I can't believe it when I look up in the mirro'\nHow we out in Europe, spending Euros\nThey claim you never know what you got 'til it's gone\nI know I got it, I don't know what y'all on\nI'ma open up a store for aspiring MCs\nWon't sell 'em no dream, but the inspiration is free\nBut if they ever flip sides like Anakin\nYou'll sell everything including the mannequin\nThey got a new bitch, now you Jennifer Aniston\nHold on I'll handle it, don't start panickin', stay calm\nShorties at the door 'cause they need more\nInspiration for they life, they souls, and they songs\nThey said, \"Sorry, Mr. West is gone\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.44] Wished I had told ooh was (the) only one (uh oh!)\n[00:06.21] But it's too late, it's too late he's gone\n[00:11.67] You sweat her and I ain't talkin' 'bout a Coogi\n[00:13.61] You a Big L and I ain't talkin' 'bout Cool J\n[00:16.02] See me at the airport, at least twenty Louis\n[00:18.85] Treat me like the Prince and this my sweet brother Numpsay\n[00:21.44] (Brother Numpsay!) groupies say I'm too choosy\n[00:23.81] Take em to the show and talk all through the movies\n[00:26.55] Says she want diamonds, I took her to Ruby Tuesdays\n[00:29.18] If we up in Fridays, I still have it my way\n[00:31.53] Gone we striving home\n[00:34.36] Gone I ride on chrome, it's too late\n[00:37.45] Y'all don't want no prob' from me\n[00:39.39] What you rappers could get is a job from me\n[00:41.72] Maybe you could be my intern and in turn\n[00:44.46] I'll show you how I cook up summer in the winter\n[00:46.87] Aaron love the raw dog, when will he learn\n[00:49.75] Caught something on the Usher tour, he had to let it burn\n[00:52.36] Plus he already got three children\n[00:54.30] Arguin' over babysitters like bitch it's yo turn\n[00:57.17] \"Damn Ye it'd be stupid to diss you\n[00:59.93] Even your superficial raps is super-official\"\n[01:01.70] R-R-R-Roc Pastelle with Gucci on\n[01:05.67] With TVs in the ride, throw a movie on\n[01:08.15] Said he couldn't rap now he at the top with Doobie Long\n[01:10.62] 'Cause I dookied on any song that they threw me on, gone\n[01:13.10] We striving home, gone\n[01:15.65] I ride on chrome\n[01:18.02] We striving home\n[01:20.77] We striving home, gone (Killa)\n[01:26.61] I ride on chrome\n[01:28.66] Knock knock, who's there? Killa Cam, Killa who?\n[01:31.18] Killa Cam, hustler, grinder, guerilla true\n[01:33.79] Oh my chinchilla blue, blue you ever dealt with a dealer\n[01:36.97] Well here's the deal, ma we going to the dealer woo\n[01:39.20] No concealing, no ceiling I don't need a roof\n[01:41.63] Act up, get out, I don't need you poof\n[01:44.01] Poof be gone, damn tough luck dag\n[01:46.31] Dag niggas still doing puff-puff-pass\n[01:49.08] Pull the truck up fast and I tell 'em\n[01:51.70] Hey back in a touched up Jag shit\n[01:54.55] Y'all niggas wanna get in Cam's cerebellum\n[01:57.05] An old man just gon' tell em too late\n[01:59.45] Then I see how y'all gonna react when I'm gone\n[02:02.55] My last girl want me back then, I'm on\n[02:05.18] Fine stay, you got the grind hey\n[02:07.42] Came back, read what the sign say\n[02:09.42] Yes I know you wanna see my demise\n[02:12.03] Yeah you church boy, acting like a thief in disguise\n[02:14.68] Ain't even my size, see the greed in my eyes\n[02:17.63] Ask Abby, I hustle, brought weed to the Chi, shit\n[02:20.50] And that ain't even a lie, please believe me\n[02:23.22] Gave Weezie a piece of the pie and\n[02:25.73] You can ask George or Regina\n[02:27.99] The whole West Side I explore with the Bimmer now\n[02:31.07] We striving home, I ride on chrome\n[02:35.65] Listen, homeboy, move on\n[02:38.29] That's your best bet, why's that, Cons'?\n[02:40.63] I been pouring out some liquor for the fact that my pal's gone\n[02:44.17] And trying to help his Momma with the fact that her child gone\n[02:47.06] And since we used to bubble like a tub full of Calgon\n[02:49.25] Guess it's only right that I should help her from now on\n[02:51.53] But since they got afoul on what could've gone wrong\n[02:54.05] Now they asking Cons, how long has this gone on\n[02:56.74] And maybe all this money might have gone to my head\n[02:59.20] 'Cause they got me thinking money might have gone to the Feds\n[03:01.56] So I had gone to the dread, but he had gone up to bed\n[03:03.27] And when I came the next morning he was gone with my bread\n[03:06.51] And with that being said I had gone on my instincts\n[03:09.38] And gone to the spots where they go to get mixed drinks\n[03:11.95] But looking back now, I should've gone to the crib\n[03:14.61] And rented Gone With the Wind, 'cause I'da gone in by ten\n[03:16.73] But I had gone with my friend, and we had gone to the bar\n[03:19.21] And heard a nigga talking shit so I had gone to the car\n[03:21.77] And now the judge is telling me that I had gone too far\n[03:24.49] And now we gone for twenty years doing time behind bars\n[03:26.99] And since I gone to a cell for some petty crimes\n[03:29.59] I guess I gone to the well one too many times, 'cause I'm gone\n[03:57.92] Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh uh uh onnn, uh uh-uh onnn\n[04:12.23] Uh-uh onnn, uh uh-uh\n[04:14.48] I'm ahead of my time, sometimes years out\n[04:16.35] So the powers that be won't let me get my ideas out\n[04:19.24] And that make me wanna get my advance out\n[04:21.50] And move to Oklahoma and just live at my aunt's house\n[04:24.10] Yeah, I romance the thought of leaving it all behind\n[04:26.43] Kanye step away from the lime\n[04:29.48] Light like when I was on the grind\n[04:31.86] In the 1-9-9-9\n[04:34.62] Before model chicks was bending over\n[04:36.91] Or dealerships asked me \"Benz or Rover?\"\n[04:39.82] Man, if I could just get one beat on Hova\n[04:42.29] We could get up off this cheap-ass sofa\n[04:44.47] What the summer of the Chi got to offer an eighteen-year-old?\n[04:47.76] Sell drugs or get a job, you gotta play your role\n[04:50.34] My dog worked at Taco Bell, hooked us up plural\n[04:52.71] Fired a week later, the manager count the churros\n[04:55.15] Sometimes I can't believe it when I look up in the mirro'\n[04:57.70] How we out in Europe, spending Euros\n[05:00.78] They claim you never know what you got 'til it's gone\n[05:03.26] I know I got it, I don't know what y'all on\n[05:05.88] I'ma open up a store for aspiring MCs\n[05:08.55] Won't sell 'em no dream, but the inspiration is free\n[05:10.89] But if they ever flip sides like Anakin\n[05:13.02] You'll sell everything including the mannequin\n[05:15.75] They got a new bitch, now you Jennifer Aniston\n[05:17.86] Hold on I'll handle it, don't start panickin', stay calm\n[05:20.51] Shorties at the door 'cause they need more\n[05:23.65] Inspiration for they life, they souls, and they songs\n[05:26.45] They said, \"Sorry, Mr. West is gone\"\n[05:32.93] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Gone\n  artist: Kanye West\n  album: Sorry, Mr. West is Gone\n  duration_ms: 473000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Wished I had told ooh was (the) only one (uh oh!)\n  start_ms: 440\n  end_ms: 6210\n- text: But it's too late, it's too late he's gone\n  start_ms: 6210\n  end_ms: 11670\n- text: You sweat her and I ain't talkin' 'bout a Coogi\n  start_ms: 11670\n  end_ms: 13610\n- text: You a Big L and I ain't talkin' 'bout 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strivin' home\n  Gone I ride on chrome, it's too late\n\n  Y'all don't want no prob' from me\n  What you rappers could get is a job from me\n  Maybe you could be my intern, and in turn\n  I'll show you how I cook up summer, in the winter\n  Aaron love the raw dog, when will he learn?\n  Caught somethin' on the Usher tour he had to let it burn\n  Plus he already got three children\n\n  Arguin' over babysitters like, \"Bitch, it's yo' turn\"\n  \"Damn Ye it'd be stupid to diss you\"\n  \"Even your superficial raps is super official\"\n  R-R-R-Roc Pastelle with Gucci on\n  With TV's in the ride, throw a movie on\n  Said he couldn't rap now he at the top with Doobie Long\n  'Cause I dookied on any song that they threw me on, gone\n\n  We strivin' home\n  Gone, I ride on chrome, gone\n  We strivin' home\n  We strivin' home, gone\n  I ride on chrome\n\n  Knock knock, who's there? Killa Cam, Killa who?\n  Killa Cam, hustler, grinder, gorilla true\n  Oh, my chinchilla blue, blue you ever dealt with a dealer?\n  Well here's the deal ma, we goin' to the dealer booth\n  No concealin', no ceilin' I don't need a roof\n  Act up, get out, I don't need you, poof\n  Poof, be gone, damn tough luck dag\n  Dag, niggas still doin' puff-puff-pass\n\n  Pull the truck up fast and I tell 'em\n  Hey, back in a touched up Jag chat\n  Y'all niggas wanna get in Cam's cerebellum\n  An old man just gon' tell 'em\n  Then I see how y'all gonna react when I'm gone\n  My last girl want me back then I'm on\n  Fine stay, you got the grind, hey\n  Came back, read what the sign say\n\n  Yes, I know you wanna see my demise\n  Yeah, you church boy actin' like a thief in disguise\n  Ain't even my size, see the greed in my eyes\n  Ask Abby, I hustle, brought weed to the Chi'\n  And that ain't even a lie, please believe me\n  Gave Weezy a piece of the pie, and\n  You can ask Georgia or Regina\n  The whole West side I explore with the Beamer now\n\n  We strivin' home\n  I ride on chrome\n  Listen homeboy, move on\n  That's your best bet, why's that?\n  'Cause\n\n  I been pourin' out some liquor for the fact that my pal's gone\n  And tryin' to help his momma with the fact that her child gone\n  And since we used to bubble like a tub full of Calgon\n  Guess it's only right that I should help her from now on\n  But since they got a foul on, what coulda gone wrong\n  Now they askin' Cons, how long has this gone on?\n  And maybe all this money mighta gone to my head\n  'Cause they got me thinkin' money might've gone to the feds\n\n  So I had gone to the dread, but he had gone up to bed\n  And when I came the next mornin' he was gone with my bread\n  And with that bein' said, I had gone on my instincts\n  And gone to the spots where they go to get mixed drinks\n  But lookin' back now shoulda gone to the crib\n  And rented 'Gone with the Wind', 'cause I'da gone in by ten\n  But I had gone with my friend, and we had gone to the bar\n  And heard a nigga talking shit so I had gone to the car\n\n  And now the judge is tellin' me that I had gone too far\n  And now we gone for 20 years, doin' time behind bars\n  And since I gone to a cell for some petty crimes\n  I guess I gone to the well one too many times, 'cause I'm gone\n\n  Uh-uh-uh\n  Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh on, uh-uh-uh on\n  Uh-uh on, uh-uh-uh, I'm\n\n  Ahead of my time, sometimes years out\n  So the powers that be won't let me get my ideas out\n  And that make me wanna get my advance out\n  And move to Oklahoma and just live at my aunt's house\n  Yeah, I romance the thought of leavin' it all behind\n  Kanye step away from the lime\n  Light, like, when I was on the grind\n  In the one, nine, nine, nine\n\n  Before model chicks was bendin' over\n  Or dealerships asked me Benz or Rover, man\n  If I could just get one beat on Hova\n  We could get up off this cheap-ass sofa\n  What the summer of the Chi' got to offer a 18 year old?\n  Sell drugs or get a job, you gotta play your role\n  My dawg worked at Taco Bell, hooked us up plural\n  Fired a week later, the manager count the churros\n\n  Sometimes I can't believe it when I look up in the mirror\n  How we out in Europe, spendin' Euros\n  They claim you never know what you got 'til it's gone\n  I know I got it, I don't know what y'all on\n  I'ma open up a store for aspiring MC's\n  Won't sell 'em no dream, but the inspiration is free\n  But if they ever flip sides like Anakin\n  You'll sell everything includin' the mannequin\n  They got a new bitch, now you Jennifer Aniston\n\n  Hold on I'll handle it, don't start panickin', stay calm\n  Shorties at the door 'cause they need more\n  Inspiration for they life, they souls, and they songs\n  They said, \"Sorry, Mr. West is gone\"\n"},{"id":36301943,"name":"Gone","trackName":"Gone","artistName":"Kanye West","albumName":"Gone","duration":333.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Wished 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Killa Cam, Killa who?\nKilla Cam, hustler, grinder, guerilla true\nOh my chinchilla blue, blue you ever dealt with a dealer\nWell here's the deal, ma we going to the dealer woo\nNo concealing, no ceiling I don't need a roof\nAct up, get out, I don't need you poof\nPoof be gone, damn tough luck dag\nDag niggas still doing puff-puff-pass\nPull the truck up fast and I tell 'em\nHey back in a touched up Jag shit\nY'all niggas wanna get in Cam's cerebellum\nAn old man just gon' tell em too late\nThen I see how y'all gonna react when I'm gone\nMy last girl want me back then, I'm on\nFine stay, you got the grind hey\nCame back, read what the sign say\nYes I know you wanna see my demise\nYeah you church boy, acting like a thief in disguise\nAin't even my size, see the greed in my eyes\nAsk Abby, I hustle, brought weed to the Chi, shit\nAnd that ain't even a lie, please believe me\nGave Weezie a piece of the pie and\nYou can ask George or Regina\nThe whole West Side I explore with the Bimmer now\n\nWe striving home, I ride on chrome\nListen, homeboy, move on\nThat's your best bet, why's that, Cons'?\n\nI been pouring out some liquor for the fact that my pal's gone\nAnd trying to help his Momma with the fact that her child gone\nAnd since we used to bubble like a tub full of Calgon\nGuess it's only right that I should help her from now on\nBut since they got afoul on what could've gone wrong\nNow they asking Cons, how long has this gone on\nAnd maybe all this money might have gone to my head\n'Cause they got me thinking money might have gone to the Feds\nSo I had gone to the dread, but he had gone up to bed\nAnd when I came the next morning he was gone with my bread\nAnd with that being said I had gone on my instincts\nAnd gone to the spots where they go to get mixed drinks\nBut looking back now, I should've gone to the crib\nAnd rented Gone With the Wind, 'cause I'da gone in by ten\nBut I had gone with my friend, and we had gone to the bar\nAnd heard a nigga talking shit so I had gone to the car\nAnd now the judge is telling me that I had gone too far\nAnd now we gone for twenty years doing time behind bars\nAnd since I gone to a cell for some petty crimes\nI guess I gone to the well one too many times, 'cause I'm gone\n\nUh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh uh uh onnn, uh uh-uh onnn\nUh-uh onnn, uh uh-uh\nI'm ahead of my time, sometimes years out\nSo the powers that be won't let me get my ideas out\nAnd that make me wanna get my advance out\nAnd move to Oklahoma and just live at my aunt's house\nYeah, I romance the thought of leaving it all behind\nKanye step away from the lime\nLight like when I was on the grind\nIn the 1-9-9-9\nBefore model chicks was bending over\nOr dealerships asked me \"Benz or Rover?\"\nMan, if I could just get one beat on Hova\nWe could get up off this cheap-ass sofa\nWhat the summer of the Chi got to offer an eighteen-year-old?\nSell drugs or get a job, you gotta play your role\nMy dog worked at Taco Bell, hooked us up plural\nFired a week 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Ask Abby, I hustle, brought weed to the Chi, shit\n[02:20.50] And that ain't even a lie, please believe me\n[02:23.22] Gave Weezie a piece of the pie and\n[02:25.73] You can ask George or Regina\n[02:27.99] The whole West Side I explore with the Bimmer now\n[02:31.07] We striving home, I ride on chrome\n[02:35.65] Listen, homeboy, move on\n[02:38.29] That's your best bet, why's that, Cons'?\n[02:40.63] I been pouring out some liquor for the fact that my pal's gone\n[02:44.17] And trying to help his Momma with the fact that her child gone\n[02:47.06] And since we used to bubble like a tub full of Calgon\n[02:49.25] Guess it's only right that I should help her from now on\n[02:51.53] But since they got afoul on what could've gone wrong\n[02:54.05] Now they asking Cons, how long has this gone on\n[02:56.74] And maybe all this money might have gone to my head\n[02:59.20] 'Cause they got me thinking money might have gone to the Feds\n[03:01.56] So I had gone to the dread, but he had gone up 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you how I cook up summer in the winter\n  Aaron love the raw dog, when will he learn\n  Caught something on the Usher tour, he had to let it burn\n  Plus he already got three children\n  Arguin' over babysitters like bitch it's yo turn\n  \"Damn Ye it'd be stupid to diss you\n  Even your superficial raps is super-official\"\n  R-R-R-Roc Pastelle with Gucci on\n  With TVs in the ride, throw a movie on\n  Said he couldn't rap now he at the top with Doobie Long\n  'Cause I dookied on any song that they threw me on, gone\n\n  We striving home, gone\n  I ride on chrome\n  We striving home\n  We striving home, gone (Killa)\n  I ride on chrome\n\n  Knock knock, who's there? Killa Cam, Killa who?\n  Killa Cam, hustler, grinder, guerilla true\n  Oh my chinchilla blue, blue you ever dealt with a dealer\n  Well here's the deal, ma we going to the dealer woo\n  No concealing, no ceiling I don't need a roof\n  Act up, get out, I don't need you poof\n  Poof be gone, damn tough luck dag\n  Dag niggas still doing puff-puff-pass\n  Pull the truck up fast and I tell 'em\n  Hey back in a touched up Jag shit\n  Y'all niggas wanna get in Cam's cerebellum\n  An old man just gon' tell em too late\n  Then I see how y'all gonna react when I'm gone\n  My last girl want me back then, I'm on\n  Fine stay, you got the grind hey\n  Came back, read what the sign say\n  Yes I know you wanna see my demise\n  Yeah you church boy, acting like a thief in disguise\n  Ain't even my size, see the greed in my eyes\n  Ask Abby, I hustle, brought weed to the Chi, shit\n  And that ain't even a lie, please believe me\n  Gave Weezie a piece of the pie and\n  You can ask George or Regina\n  The whole West Side I explore with the Bimmer now\n\n  We striving home, I ride on chrome\n  Listen, homeboy, move on\n  That's your best bet, why's that, Cons'?\n\n  I been pouring out some liquor for the fact that my pal's gone\n  And trying to help his Momma with the fact that her child gone\n  And since we used to bubble like a tub full of Calgon\n  Guess it's only right that I should help her from now on\n  But since they got afoul on what could've gone wrong\n  Now they asking Cons, how long has this gone on\n  And maybe all this money might have gone to my head\n  'Cause they got me thinking money might have gone to the Feds\n  So I had gone to the dread, but he had gone up to bed\n  And when I came the next morning he was gone with my bread\n  And with that being said I had gone on my instincts\n  And gone to the spots where they go to get mixed drinks\n  But looking back now, I should've gone to the crib\n  And rented Gone With the Wind, 'cause I'da gone in by ten\n  But I had 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I'm posted up in the parkin lot, my trunk wavin\nThe candy gloss is immaculate, it's simply amazin\nThem elbows pokin wide on that candy 'Lac\nTrunk open, screens on, neon's lit with fifth relaxed\nI'm on a mission for dime pieces and sexy ladies\nAllow me toduce you to my CL Mercedes\nIt's a star-studded event when I valet park\nOpen up my mouth and sunlight illuminates the dark\nYou see them fo's crawlin', you see them screens fallin\nThe disco ball in my mouth insinuates I'm ballin\nI'm leanin on the switch, sittin crooked in my slab\nBut I could still catch boppers if I drove a cab\nA young Houston hardhitter all about the scrilla\nRidin somethin candy coated, crawlin like a caterpillar\nI'm tippin on them four's, I'm jammin on that Screw\nI'm lookin for them hoes baby what it do, drive slow homie\n\nTurn your hazard lights on when you see them hoes (Drive slow homie)\nIf you ridin around the city with nowhere to go (Drive slow homie)\nLive today cause tomorrow man, you never know\n\nDrive slow homie, drive slow homie\nYou never know homie, might meet some hoes homie\nYou need to pump your brakes and drive slow homie\n\nMy car's like the movie, my car's like the crib\nI got more TV's in here than where I live\n\nAnd that don't make no sense, but baby I'm the shit\nAnd everything I flip, you know it's somethin serious\nI got the custom grill, I got the Brabus rims\nI got the baller genetics baby it's evident\nYou see a player flickin, and how you ain't convinced\nThat you should go on and kiss it, \"Just a Lil' Bit\" (just a lil' bit)\nI got my custom kicks, I got my Jesus chain\nMy canaries is gleamin, through my angel wings\nThey see me, hoes actin like they seen a king\nWith that mean lean, smokin on that finest Cali green\nMy woodgrain oak, I'm ridin on Vogues\nMy cylinder quiet, like tip-toes\nI sold O's, and this I know\nWhen you see them hoes, lil' homie drive slow\n\nDrive slow homie, drive slow homie\nYou never know homie, might meet some hoes homie\nYou need to pump your brakes and drive slow homie","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.48] Drive slow homie, drive slow homie\n[00:18.18] You never know homie, might meet some hoes homie\n[00:21.06] You need to pump your brakes and drive slow homie\n[00:23.63] My homie Marley used to stay, 79th and May\n[00:26.63] One of my best friends from back in the day\n[00:29.34] Down the street from Calumet, a school full of stones\n[00:31.97] He nicknamed me K-Rock so they'd leave me alone\n[00:34.95] Bulls jacket with his hat broke way off\n[00:37.49] And walked around the mall with his radio face off\n[00:39.98] Plus he had the spinner from his Daytons in his hand\n[00:42.63] Keys in his hand, reason again to let you know he's the man\n[00:45.86] Back when we rocked Ellesses, he had dreams of Caprices\n[00:48.50] Drove by the teachers, even more by polices\n[00:51.37] How'd he get the cash? 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lookin' for the one, have you seen her?\nMy psychic told me she have a ass like Serena\nTrina, Jennifer Lopez, four kids\nAnd I gotta take all they bad ass to ShowBiz?\n\nOkay, get yo' kids, but then they got their friends\nI pulled up in the Benz, they all got a pen\nWe all went to din' and then I had to pay\nIf you fuckin' with this girl then you better be paid\nYou know why?\nIt take too much to touch her\nFrom what I heard she got a baby by Busta\nMy best friend say she used to fuck with Usher\nI don't care what none of y'all say I still love her\n\nNow I ain't sayin' she a gold digger, uh\nBut she ain't messin' with no broke niggas, uh\nNow I ain't sayin' she a gold digger, uh\nBut she ain't messin' with no broke niggas, uh\n\nGet down girl, go'n 'head get down\nGet down girl, go'n 'head get down\nGet down girl, go'n 'head get down\nGet down girl, go'n 'head\n\n18 years, 18 years\nShe got one of yo' kids, got you for 18 years\nI know somebody payin' child support for one of his kids\nHis baby momma car and crib is bigger than he is\nYou will see him on TV any given Sunday\nWin the Super Bowl and drive off in a Hyundai\n\nShe was supposed to buy your shorty Tyco with your money\nShe went to the doctor, got lipo with your money\nShe walkin' around lookin' like Michael with your money\nShoulda got that insured, Geico for your money (money)\n\nIf you ain't no punk holla, \"We want prenup\"\n\"We want prenup!\", yeah\nIt's something that you need to have\n'Cause when she leave yo' ass she gone leave with half\n18 years, 18 years\nAnd on her 18th birthday, he found out it wasn't his\n\nNow I ain't sayin' she a gold digger, uh\nBut she ain't messin' with no broke niggas, uh\nNow I ain't sayin' she a gold digger, uh\nBut she ain't messin' with no broke niggas, uh\n\nGet down girl, go'n 'head get down, uh\nGet down girl, go'n 'head get down\nGet down girl, go'n 'head get down, uh\nGet down girl, go'n 'head\n\nNow I ain't sayin' you a gold digger, you got needs\nYou 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niggas\n[00:22.22] Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger\n[00:24.75] But she ain't messin' with no broke niggas\n[00:27.53] Get down girl, go'n 'head get down\n[00:30.02] Get down girl, go'n 'head get down\n[00:32.84] Get down girl, go'n 'head get down\n[00:35.21] Get down girl, go'n 'head\n[00:37.71] Cutie the bomb, met her at a beauty salon\n[00:40.01] With a baby Louis Vuitton under her underarm\n[00:42.52] She said, \"I can tell you rock, I can tell by your charm\n[00:45.23] Far as girls you got a flock\n[00:46.59] I can tell by your charm and your arm\"\n[00:48.48] But I'm lookin' for the one, have you seen her?\n[00:50.67] My psychic told me she have a ass like Serena\n[00:53.05] Trina, Jennifer Lopez, four kids\n[00:55.80] And I gotta take all they bad ass to ShowBiz?\n[00:58.33] Okay, get yo' kids, but then they got their friends\n[01:01.04] I pulled up in the Benz, they all got a pen\n[01:03.56] We all went to din' and then I had to pay\n[01:06.09] If you fuckin' with this girl then you better be paid\n[01:08.38] You know why?\n[01:09.60] It take too much to touch her\n[01:11.49] From what I heard she got a baby by Busta\n[01:13.96] My best friend say she used to fuck with Usher\n[01:16.44] I don't care what none of y'all say I still love her\n[01:19.60] Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger, uh\n[01:21.99] But she ain't messin' with no broke niggas, uh\n[01:24.43] Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger, uh\n[01:27.20] But she ain't messin' with no broke niggas, uh\n[01:30.06] Get down girl, go'n 'head get down\n[01:32.59] Get down girl, go'n 'head get down\n[01:35.17] Get down girl, go'n 'head get down\n[01:37.59] Get down girl, go'n 'head\n[01:39.94] 18 years, 18 years\n[01:42.10] She got one of yo' kids, got you for 18 years\n[01:44.71] I know somebody payin' child support for one of his kids\n[01:47.59] His baby momma car and crib is bigger than he is\n[01:50.31] You will see him on TV any given Sunday\n[01:52.82] Win the Super Bowl and drive off in a Hyundai\n[01:55.10] She was supposed to buy your shorty Tyco with your money\n[01:57.93] She went to the doctor, got lipo with your money\n[02:00.55] She walkin' around lookin' like Michael with your money\n[02:03.20] Shoulda got that insured, Geico for your money (money)\n[02:06.92] If you ain't no punk holla, \"We want prenup\"\n[02:09.82] \"We want prenup!\", yeah\n[02:11.65] It's something that you need to have\n[02:13.42] 'Cause when she leave yo' ass she gone leave with half\n[02:16.16] 18 years, 18 years\n[02:18.30] And on her 18th birthday, he found out it wasn't his\n[02:21.89] Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger, uh\n[02:24.35] But she ain't messin' with no broke niggas, uh\n[02:26.98] Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger, uh\n[02:29.39] But she ain't messin' with no broke niggas, uh\n[02:32.15] Get down girl, go'n 'head get down, uh\n[02:34.64] Get down girl, go'n 'head get down\n[02:37.54] Get down girl, go'n 'head get down, uh\n[02:39.85] Get down girl, go'n 'head\n[02:41.84] Now I ain't sayin' you a gold digger, you got needs\n[02:44.18] You don't want a dude to smoke, but he can't buy weed\n[02:46.94] You go out to eat, he can't pay, y'all can't leave\n[02:49.71] There's dishes in the back, he gotta roll up his sleeves\n[02:52.47] But while y'all washin', watch him\n[02:54.52] He gon' make it to a Benz out of that Datsun\n[02:57.12] He got that ambition, baby, look at his eyes\n[03:00.24] This week he moppin' floors, next week it's the fries\n[03:02.86] So, stick by his side\n[03:04.87] I know there's dudes ballin', and yeah, that's nice\n[03:07.59] And they gone keep callin' and tryin'\n[03:09.18] But you stay right girl\n[03:10.62] And when he get on, he'll leave yo' ass for a white girl\n[03:13.82] Get down girl, go'n head get down\n[03:16.18] Get down girl, go'n 'head get down\n[03:18.88] Get down girl, go'n 'head get down\n[03:21.00] Get down girl, go'n head\n[03:23.40] Let me hear that back\n[03:24.26] ","lyricsfile":"version: 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actin' all\nShy and all\nWhy is y'all\nLyin' for?\n\"I never did this before...\"\nStop that\nWhat you want some petron?\nI got that\nI mean I promise y'all\nYou fine and all\nAnd your girlfriend, she kinda raw\nBut she not like you\nNo, she not like you\nRight now I need you to mute all the monologue\nAll that talkin' is gon' give me a tylenol\nYou put a nigga to sleep, I'm tired of ya'll\nRight now the Louis Vuitton Don is signing off\nBut I just thought we should know\nWe hit the liquor store\nGot some Cris and some Mo\nAnd we about to let it flow\n\nHad some problems before but see we let 'em go\nGot an ounce of that dro\nAnd we about to let it blow\n\nYeah, you know what this is\nIt's a celebration, bitches!\nGrab a drink, grab a glass\nAfter that, I grab your ass\nSee you know my style\nI'm very wild\nAnd I vow that my child will be well endowed\nLike his daddy\nAnd tell him that you had a phatty\nHe looked up at me said \"Daddy that's the reason why you had me?\"\nYep, we was praticing\n'Til one day your ass bust through the packaging\nYou know what though? You my favorite accident\nSo go head pop some Cristal\nFor my newborn child cause now y'all...\nKnow what this is\nIt's a celebration, bitches!\nGrab a drink, grab a glass\nAfter that I grab your ass\nBut I just thought we should know\nWe hit the liquor store\nGot some Cris and some Mo\nAnd we about to let it flow\n\nHad some problems before but see we let 'em go\nGot an ounce of that dro\nAnd we about to let it blow\n\nHoe! Hoe!\nWe lookin' for some\nHoe! Hoe! 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You my favorite accident\n[01:56.86] So go head pop some Cristal\n[01:59.01] For my newborn child cause now y'all...\n[02:02.58] Know what this is\n[02:05.17] It's a celebration, bitches!\n[02:07.59] Grab a drink, grab a glass\n[02:10.21] After that I grab your ass\n[02:12.90] But I just thought we should know\n[02:14.62] We hit the liquor store\n[02:16.09] Got some Cris and some Mo\n[02:17.66] And we about to let it flow\n[02:22.26] \n[02:24.62] Had some problems before but see we let 'em go\n[02:27.64] Got an ounce of that dro\n[02:29.36] And we about to let it blow\n[02:34.51] \n[02:37.40] Hoe! Hoe!\n[02:39.81] We lookin' for some\n[02:41.34] Hoe! Hoe! 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West beats\n[01:43.05] Me and my girl split the buffet at KFC\n[01:46.11] Dog, I was havin' nervous breakdowns\n[01:47.77] Like, \"Man, these niggas that much better than me?\"\n[01:49.82] Baby, I'm goin' on an aeroplane\n[01:52.69] And I don't know if I'll be back again\n[01:54.93] Sure enough, I sent the plane tickets\n[01:56.52] But when she came to kick it, things became different\n[01:58.77] Any girl I cheated on, sheets I skeeted on\n[02:01.39] Couldn't keep it at home, thought I needed a Nia Long\n[02:04.10] I'm tryin' to right my wrongs\n[02:05.41] But it's funny them same wrongs helped me write this song, now\n[02:09.02] I gotta testify\n[02:10.42] Come up in the spot looking extra fly\n[02:13.50] 'Fore the day you die, you gon' touch the sky\n[02:16.49] You gon' touch the sky, baby girl\n[02:18.26] Testify\n[02:19.46] Come up in the spot looking extra fly\n[02:22.54] 'Fore the day you die, you gon' touch the sky\n[02:25.51] Yes, yes, yes, guess who's on third?\n[02:28.37] Lupe steal like Lupin the 3rd\n[02:30.61] Here like ear 'til I'm beer on the curb\n[02:32.92] Peachfuzz buzz but beard on the verge\n[02:35.34] Let's slow it down like we're on the syrup\n[02:37.44] Bottle-shaped body like Mrs. Butterworth\n[02:39.91] But, before you say another word\n[02:41.75] I'm back on the block like I'm layin' on the street\n[02:44.18] I'm tryna stop lyin' like I'm Mumm-Ra\n[02:45.93] But I'm not lyin' when I'm layin' on the beat, en garde\n[02:48.46] Or touché, Lupe cool as the unthawed\n[02:51.15] But I still feel possessed as a gun charge\n[02:53.49] Come as correct as a porn star\n[02:55.12] In a fresh pair steps in my best foreign car\n[02:57.96] So, I represent the first\n[02:59.77] Now let me end my verse right where the horns are, like uh\n[03:02.45] I gotta testify\n[03:04.36] Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly\n[03:07.50] 'Fore the day you die, you gon' touch the sky\n[03:10.27] You gon' touch the sky, baby girl\n[03:12.23] Testify\n[03:13.30] Come 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an hour I stand on line\n  start_ms: 40370\n  end_ms: 42350\n- text: I just wanted to dance, I went to Jacob an hour\n  start_ms: 42350\n  end_ms: 44680\n- text: After I got my advance, I just wanted to shine\n  start_ms: 44680\n  end_ms: 47140\n- text: Jay favorite line, \"Dawg, in due time\"\n  start_ms: 47140\n  end_ms: 49320\n- text: Now he look at me, like, \"Damn, dawg, you where I am\"\n  start_ms: 49320\n  end_ms: 52020\n- text: A hip-hop legend\n  start_ms: 52020\n  end_ms: 52880\n- text: I think I died in that accident, 'cause this must be Heaven!\n  start_ms: 52880\n  end_ms: 57070\n- text: I gotta testify\n  start_ms: 57070\n  end_ms: 58440\n- text: Come up in the spot looking extra fly\n  start_ms: 58440\n  end_ms: 61560\n- text: '''Fore the day I die, I''ma touch the sky'\n  start_ms: 61560\n  end_ms: 66150\n- text: Gotta testify\n  start_ms: 66150\n  end_ms: 67450\n- text: Come up in the spot looking extra fly (yeah)\n  start_ms: 67450\n  end_ms: 70500\n- text: '''Fore the day I die, I''ma touch the sky'\n  start_ms: 70500\n  end_ms: 73560\n- text: Now let's take them hi-ah-igh-igh-igh-igh\n  start_ms: 73560\n  end_ms: 77720\n- text: A-la-la-la-lah-la-la\n  start_ms: 77720\n  end_ms: 79870\n- text: (Top of the world, baby, top-top of the world)\n  start_ms: 79870\n  end_ms: 82130\n- text: Now let's take them hi-ah-igh-igh-igh-igh\n  start_ms: 82130\n  end_ms: 87180\n- text: A-la-la-la-lah-la-la\n  start_ms: 87180\n  end_ms: 88710\n- text: (Top of the world, baby, top-top of the world)\n  start_ms: 88710\n  end_ms: 92040\n- text: Back when Gucci was the shit to rock\n  start_ms: 92040\n  end_ms: 94220\n- text: Back when Slick Rick got the shit to pop\n  start_ms: 94220\n  end_ms: 96710\n- text: I'd do anything to say I got it\n  start_ms: 96710\n  end_ms: 98960\n- text: Damn, them new loafers hurt my pocket\n  start_ms: 98960\n  end_ms: 101060\n- text: Before anybody wanted K. West beats\n  start_ms: 101060\n  end_ms: 103050\n- text: Me and my girl split the buffet at KFC\n  start_ms: 103050\n  end_ms: 106110\n- text: Dog, I was havin' nervous breakdowns\n  start_ms: 106110\n  end_ms: 107770\n- text: Like, \"Man, these niggas that much better than me?\"\n  start_ms: 107770\n  end_ms: 109820\n- text: Baby, I'm goin' on an aeroplane\n  start_ms: 109820\n  end_ms: 112690\n- text: And I don't know if I'll be back again\n  start_ms: 112690\n  end_ms: 114930\n- text: Sure enough, I sent the plane tickets\n  start_ms: 114930\n  end_ms: 116520\n- text: But when she came to kick it, things became different\n  start_ms: 116520\n  end_ms: 118770\n- text: Any girl I cheated on, sheets I skeeted on\n  start_ms: 118770\n  end_ms: 121390\n- text: Couldn't keep it at home, thought I needed a Nia Long\n  start_ms: 121390\n  end_ms: 124100\n- text: I'm tryin' to right my wrongs\n  start_ms: 124100\n  end_ms: 125410\n- text: But it's funny them same wrongs helped me write this song, now\n  start_ms: 125410\n  end_ms: 129020\n- text: I gotta testify\n  start_ms: 129020\n  end_ms: 130420\n- text: Come up in the spot looking extra fly\n  start_ms: 130420\n  end_ms: 133500\n- text: '''Fore the day you die, you gon'' touch the sky'\n  start_ms: 133500\n  end_ms: 136490\n- text: You gon' touch the sky, baby girl\n  start_ms: 136490\n  end_ms: 138260\n- text: Testify\n  start_ms: 138260\n  end_ms: 139460\n- text: Come up in the spot looking extra fly\n  start_ms: 139460\n  end_ms: 142540\n- text: '''Fore the day you die, you gon'' touch the sky'\n  start_ms: 142540\n  end_ms: 145510\n- text: Yes, yes, yes, guess who's on third?\n  start_ms: 145510\n  end_ms: 148370\n- text: Lupe steal like Lupin the 3rd\n  start_ms: 148370\n  end_ms: 150610\n- text: Here like ear 'til I'm beer on the curb\n  start_ms: 150610\n  end_ms: 152920\n- text: Peachfuzz buzz but beard on the verge\n  start_ms: 152920\n  end_ms: 155340\n- text: Let's slow it down like we're on the syrup\n  start_ms: 155340\n  end_ms: 157440\n- text: Bottle-shaped body like Mrs. Butterworth\n  start_ms: 157440\n  end_ms: 159910\n- text: But, before you say another word\n  start_ms: 159910\n  end_ms: 161750\n- text: I'm back on the block like I'm layin' on the street\n  start_ms: 161750\n  end_ms: 164180\n- text: I'm tryna stop lyin' like I'm Mumm-Ra\n  start_ms: 164180\n  end_ms: 165930\n- text: But I'm not lyin' when I'm layin' on the beat, en garde\n  start_ms: 165930\n  end_ms: 168460\n- text: Or touché, Lupe cool as the unthawed\n  start_ms: 168460\n  end_ms: 171150\n- text: But I still feel possessed as a gun charge\n  start_ms: 171150\n  end_ms: 173490\n- text: Come as correct as a porn star\n  start_ms: 173490\n  end_ms: 175120\n- text: In a fresh pair steps in my best foreign car\n  start_ms: 175120\n  end_ms: 177960\n- text: So, I represent the first\n  start_ms: 177960\n  end_ms: 179770\n- text: Now let me end my verse right where the horns are, like uh\n  start_ms: 179770\n  end_ms: 182450\n- text: I gotta testify\n  start_ms: 182450\n  end_ms: 184360\n- text: Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly\n  start_ms: 184360\n  end_ms: 187500\n- text: '''Fore the day you die, you gon'' touch the sky'\n  start_ms: 187500\n  end_ms: 190270\n- text: You gon' touch the sky, baby girl\n  start_ms: 190270\n  end_ms: 192230\n- text: Testify\n  start_ms: 192230\n  end_ms: 193300\n- text: Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly\n  start_ms: 193300\n  end_ms: 196570\n- text: '''Fore the day you die (yeah), you gon'' touch the sky'\n  start_ms: 196570\n  end_ms: 199450\n- text: We back at home, baby\n  start_ms: 199450\n  end_ms: 201520\n- text: Sky high, I'm, I'm sky high!\n  start_ms: 201520\n  end_ms: 204500\n- text: I'm, I'm sky high\n  start_ms: 204500\n  end_ms: 206850\n- text: I'm, I'm sky high\n  start_ms: 206850\n  end_ms: 209110\n- text: I'm, I'm sky high\n  start_ms: 209110\n  end_ms: 211370\n- text: I'm, I'm sky high\n  start_ms: 211370\n  end_ms: 214110\n- text: Sky, sky high, I'm, I'm sky high\n  start_ms: 214110\n  end_ms: 219760\n- text: Yeah, keep it rollin'\n  start_ms: 219760\n  end_ms: 222480\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 222480\n  end_ms: 225990\n- text: Uh, feels good to be home, baby\n  start_ms: 225990\n  end_ms: 228570\n- text: Feels good to be home\n  start_ms: 228570\n  end_ms: 231800\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 231800\nplain: |-\n  I gotta testify\n  Come up in the spot looking extra fly\n  'Fore the day I die, I'ma touch the sky\n  Gotta testify\n  Come up in the spot looking extra fly\n  'Fore the day I die, I'ma touch the sky\n\n  Back when they thought pink polos would hurt the Roc\n  Before Cam got the shit to pop\n  The doors was closed\n  I felt like Bad Boy's street team\n  I couldn't work the locks\n  Now let's go\n  Take 'em back to the plan\n  Me and my momma hopped in that U-Haul Van\n  Any pessimists, I ain't talk to them\n  Plus I ain't have no phone in my apart-a-ment\n\n  Let's take 'em back to the club\n  Least about an hour I stand on line\n  I just wanted to dance, I went to Jacob an hour\n  After I got my advance, I just wanted to shine\n  Jay favorite line, \"Dawg, in due time\"\n  Now he look at me, like, \"Damn, dawg, you where I am\"\n  A hip-hop legend\n  I think I died in that accident, 'cause this must be Heaven!\n\n  I gotta testify\n  Come up in the spot looking extra fly\n  'Fore the day I die, I'ma touch the sky\n  Gotta testify\n  Come up in the spot looking extra fly (yeah)\n  'Fore the day I die, I'ma touch the sky\n\n  Now let's take them hi-ah-igh-igh-igh-igh\n  A-la-la-la-lah-la-la\n  (Top of the world, baby, top-top of the world)\n  Now let's take them hi-ah-igh-igh-igh-igh\n  A-la-la-la-lah-la-la\n  (Top of the world, baby, top-top of the world)\n\n  Back when Gucci was the shit to rock\n  Back when Slick Rick got the shit to pop\n  I'd do anything to say I got it\n  Damn, them new loafers hurt my pocket\n  Before anybody wanted K. West beats\n  Me and my girl split the buffet at KFC\n  Dog, I was havin' nervous breakdowns\n  Like, \"Man, these niggas that much better than me?\"\n\n  Baby, I'm goin' on an aeroplane\n  And I don't know if I'll be back again\n  Sure enough, I sent the plane tickets\n  But when she came to kick it, things became different\n  Any girl I cheated on, sheets I skeeted on\n  Couldn't keep it at home, thought I needed a Nia Long\n  I'm tryin' to right my wrongs\n  But it's funny them same wrongs helped me write this song, now\n\n  I gotta testify\n  Come up in the spot looking extra fly\n  'Fore the day you die, you gon' touch the sky\n  You gon' touch the sky, baby girl\n  Testify\n  Come up in the spot looking extra fly\n  'Fore the day you die, you gon' touch the sky\n\n  Yes, yes, yes, guess who's on third?\n  Lupe steal like Lupin the 3rd\n  Here like ear 'til I'm beer on the curb\n  Peachfuzz buzz but beard on the verge\n\n  Let's slow it down like we're on the syrup\n  Bottle-shaped body like Mrs. Butterworth\n  But, before you say another word\n  I'm back on the block like I'm layin' on the street\n\n  I'm tryna stop lyin' like I'm Mumm-Ra\n  But I'm not lyin' when I'm layin' on the beat, en garde\n  Or touché, Lupe cool as the unthawed\n  But I still feel possessed as a gun charge\n  Come as correct as a porn star\n  In a fresh pair steps in my best foreign car\n  So, I represent the first\n  Now let me end my verse right where the horns are, like uh\n\n  I gotta testify\n  Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly\n  'Fore the day you die, you gon' touch the sky\n  You gon' touch the sky, baby girl\n  Testify\n  Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly\n  'Fore the day you die (yeah), you gon' touch the sky\n\n  We back at home, baby\n  Sky high, I'm, I'm sky high!\n  I'm, I'm sky high\n  I'm, I'm sky high\n  I'm, I'm sky high\n  I'm, I'm sky high\n  Sky, sky high, I'm, I'm sky high\n  Yeah, keep it rollin'\n  Yeah\n  Uh, feels good to be home, baby\n  Feels good to be home\n"},{"id":34286531,"name":"Bring Me Down","trackName":"Bring Me Down","artistName":"Kanye West","albumName":"Sorry, Mr. West is Gone","duration":244.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I always knew that one day\nThey'd try to bring me down\nWay down, way down, oh-oh\nOne day they'd try to bring me down\nAlways knew that one day\nThey'd try to bring me down\nWay down\nThey'd try to bring me down\n\nWe gon' last today, we have to pray\nBesides what the pastor say, I have to say\nSince Pac passed away\nMost you rappers don't even deserve a track from me\nYou see, if you ever wanted to ever be anything\nThere'd always be somebody that'll shoot down any dream\nThere'll always be haters, that's the way it is\nHater nig- marry hater -s and have hater kids\n\nBut they gon' have to take my life 'fore they take my drive\n'Cause when I was barely livin', that's what kept me alive\nJust the thought that maybe it could be better\nThan what we are at this time\nMake it out of this grind, 'fore I'm out of my mind\nAnd get some lee way on the he-say, she-say\nYou girl don't like me, how long has she been gay?\nSpanish girls say, \"Yo, no hablo inglés\"\nAnd everybody want to run to me for their single\n\nIt's funny how these wack -s need my help\nWasn't around when I couldn't feed myself\nDawg, if I was you I wouldn't feel myself\nDawg, if I was you I'd kill myself\nMade a mill' myself and I'm still myself\nAnd I'ma look in the mirror if I need some help\nAnd I speak from the heart, y'all all frontin'\nEverybody feel that way about K. but at least y'all feel somethin'\n\nWhat you calling? I let all in\nForgetting what some get will get ya\nWhat kind of dream we've found\nSee, I'm often at your crosswinds\nForgetting where the hell I met ya\nAnd try to bring me down\n\nI always knew that one day\nThey'd try to bring me down\nWay down, way down, oh-oh\nAlways knew that one day\nThey'd try to bring me down\nWay down\n\nAlways knew that one day\nThey'd try to bring me down\nWay down\nThey'd try to bring me down\nNo no, no no, no no, no no no","syncedLyrics":"[00:14.26] I always knew that one day\n[00:18.31] They'd try to bring me down\n[00:21.36] Way down, way down, oh-oh\n[00:28.38] One day they'd try to bring me down\n[00:35.96] Always knew that one day\n[00:41.95] They'd try to bring me down\n[00:45.43] Way down\n[00:48.14] They'd try to bring me down\n[00:49.40] We gon' last today, we have to pray\n[00:52.48] Besides what the pastor say, I have to say\n[00:55.44] Since Pac passed away\n[00:57.39] Most you rappers don't even deserve a track from me\n[01:00.33] You see, if you ever wanted to ever be anything\n[01:03.38] There'd always be somebody that'll shoot down any dream\n[01:06.21] There'll always be haters, that's the way it is\n[01:08.46] Hater nig- marry hater -s and have hater kids\n[01:11.65] But they gon' have to take my life 'fore they take my drive\n[01:14.46] 'Cause when I was barely livin', that's what kept me alive\n[01:17.42] Just the thought that maybe it could be better\n[01:19.65] Than what we are at this time\n[01:20.23] Make it out of this grind, 'fore I'm out of my mind\n[01:23.92] And get some lee way on the he-say, she-say\n[01:26.34] You girl don't like me, how long has she been gay?\n[01:29.30] Spanish girls say, \"Yo, no hablo inglés\"\n[01:32.30] And everybody want to run to me for their single\n[01:35.01] It's funny how these wack -s need my help\n[01:37.72] Wasn't around when I couldn't feed myself\n[01:40.73] Dawg, if I was you I wouldn't feel myself\n[01:43.49] Dawg, if I was you I'd kill myself\n[01:46.48] Made a mill' myself and I'm still myself\n[01:49.47] And I'ma look in the mirror if I need some help\n[01:52.05] And I speak from the heart, y'all all frontin'\n[01:54.50] Everybody feel that way about K. but at least y'all feel somethin'\n[01:58.83] What you calling? I let all in\n[02:01.04] Forgetting what some get will get ya\n[02:06.46] What kind of dream we've found\n[02:10.09] See, I'm often at your crosswinds\n[02:12.49] Forgetting where the hell I met ya\n[02:18.11] And try to bring me down\n[02:21.19] I always knew that one day\n[02:25.47] They'd try to bring me down\n[02:29.84] Way down, way down, oh-oh\n[02:32.79] Always knew that one day\n[02:37.39] They'd try to bring me down\n[02:40.83] Way down\n[02:44.40] Always knew that one day\n[02:48.66] They'd try to bring me down\n[02:52.29] Way down\n[02:55.27] They'd try to bring me down\n[02:58.69] No no, no no, no no, no no no\n[03:07.44] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bring Me Down\n  artist: Kanye West\n  album: Sorry, Mr. West is Gone\n  duration_ms: 244000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I always knew that one day\n  start_ms: 14260\n  end_ms: 18310\n- text: They'd try to bring me down\n  start_ms: 18310\n  end_ms: 21360\n- text: Way down, way down, oh-oh\n  start_ms: 21360\n  end_ms: 28380\n- text: One day they'd try to bring me down\n  start_ms: 28380\n  end_ms: 35960\n- text: Always knew that one day\n  start_ms: 35960\n  end_ms: 41950\n- text: They'd try to bring me down\n  start_ms: 41950\n  end_ms: 45430\n- text: Way down\n  start_ms: 45430\n  end_ms: 48140\n- text: They'd try to bring me down\n  start_ms: 48140\n  end_ms: 49400\n- text: We gon' last today, we have to pray\n  start_ms: 49400\n  end_ms: 52480\n- text: Besides what the pastor say, I have to say\n  start_ms: 52480\n  end_ms: 55440\n- text: Since Pac passed away\n  start_ms: 55440\n  end_ms: 57390\n- text: Most you rappers don't even deserve a track from me\n  start_ms: 57390\n  end_ms: 60330\n- text: You see, if you ever wanted to ever be anything\n  start_ms: 60330\n  end_ms: 63380\n- text: There'd always be somebody that'll shoot down any dream\n  start_ms: 63380\n  end_ms: 66210\n- text: There'll always be haters, that's the way it is\n  start_ms: 66210\n  end_ms: 68460\n- text: Hater nig- marry hater -s and have hater kids\n  start_ms: 68460\n  end_ms: 71650\n- text: But they gon' have to take my life 'fore they take my drive\n  start_ms: 71650\n  end_ms: 74460\n- text: '''Cause when I was barely livin'', that''s what kept me alive'\n  start_ms: 74460\n  end_ms: 77420\n- text: Just the thought that maybe it could be better\n  start_ms: 77420\n  end_ms: 79650\n- text: Than what we are at this time\n  start_ms: 79650\n  end_ms: 80230\n- text: Make it out of this grind, 'fore I'm out of my mind\n  start_ms: 80230\n  end_ms: 83920\n- text: And get some lee way on the he-say, she-say\n  start_ms: 83920\n  end_ms: 86340\n- text: You girl don't like me, how long has she been gay?\n  start_ms: 86340\n  end_ms: 89300\n- text: Spanish girls say, \"Yo, no hablo inglés\"\n  start_ms: 89300\n  end_ms: 92300\n- text: And everybody want to run to me for their single\n  start_ms: 92300\n  end_ms: 95010\n- text: It's funny how these wack -s need my help\n  start_ms: 95010\n  end_ms: 97720\n- text: Wasn't around when I couldn't feed myself\n  start_ms: 97720\n  end_ms: 100730\n- text: Dawg, if I was you I wouldn't feel myself\n  start_ms: 100730\n  end_ms: 103490\n- text: Dawg, if I was you I'd kill myself\n  start_ms: 103490\n  end_ms: 106480\n- text: Made a mill' myself and I'm still myself\n  start_ms: 106480\n  end_ms: 109470\n- text: And I'ma look in the mirror if I need some help\n  start_ms: 109470\n  end_ms: 112050\n- text: And I speak from the heart, y'all all frontin'\n  start_ms: 112050\n  end_ms: 114500\n- text: Everybody feel that way about K. but at least y'all feel somethin'\n  start_ms: 114500\n  end_ms: 118830\n- text: What you calling? 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Ever, ever?\n\nClose your eyes and imagine, feel the magic\nVegas on acid\nSeen through Yves St. Laurent glasses\nAnd I've realized that I've arrived, 'cause\nIt take more than a magazine to kill my Vibe\nDoes he write his own rhymes, so sort of, I think, um\nThat mean I forgot better shit than you ever thought up\nDamn, is he really that caught up?\nI ask if you talkin' bout classics, do my name get brought up?\n\nI remember I couldn't afford a Ford Escort or even a four-track recorder\nSo it's only right that I let the top drop on a drop-top Porsche\nIt's for yourself that's important\nIf a stripper named Porscha and you get tips from many men\nThen your fat friend her nickname is Minivan\nExcuse me, that's just the Henny, man, I smoke\nI drink, I'm supposed to stop I can't because\n\nDiamonds are forever\nThrow your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe\nDiamonds are forever\nThe Roc is still alive every time I rhyme\nForever ever? Forever ever? Ever, ever?\nEver, ever? 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Forever ever? Ever, ever?\nEver, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?\nEver, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?\n\nDiamonds are forever (forever, forever)\nDiamonds are forever (forever, forever, forever)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.51] Diamonds are forever\n[00:04.65] They won't leave in the night\n[00:07.08] I've no fear that they might\n[00:10.23] Desert me\n[00:14.89] Diamonds are forever\n[00:17.15] Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe\n[00:20.06] Diamonds are forever\n[00:21.91] The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme\n[00:24.48] Forever ever? Forever ever? Ever, ever?\n[00:28.17] Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? 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Forever ever? Ever, ever?\n  start_ms: 202750\n  end_ms: 204930\n- text: Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?\n  start_ms: 204930\n  end_ms: 206240\n- text: Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?\n  start_ms: 206240\n  end_ms: 212700\n- text: Diamonds are forever (forever, forever)\n  start_ms: 212700\n  end_ms: 217180\n- text: Diamonds are forever (forever, forever, forever)\n  start_ms: 217180\n  end_ms: 222240\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 222240\nplain: |-\n  Diamonds are forever\n  They won't leave in the night\n  I've no fear that they might\n  Desert me\n\n  Diamonds are forever\n  Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe\n  Diamonds are forever\n  The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme\n  Forever ever? Forever ever? Ever, ever?\n  Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?\n\n  Close your eyes and imagine, feel the magic\n  Vegas on acid\n  Seen through Yves St. Laurent glasses\n  And I've realized that I've arrived, 'cause\n  It take more than a magazine to kill my Vibe\n  Does he write his own rhymes, so sort of, I think, um\n  That mean I forgot better shit than you ever thought up\n  Damn, is he really that caught up?\n  I ask if you talkin' bout classics, do my name get brought up?\n\n  I remember I couldn't afford a Ford Escort or even a four-track recorder\n  So it's only right that I let the top drop on a drop-top Porsche\n  It's for yourself that's important\n  If a stripper named Porscha and you get tips from many men\n  Then your fat friend her nickname is Minivan\n  Excuse me, that's just the Henny, man, I smoke\n  I drink, I'm supposed to stop I can't because\n\n  Diamonds are forever\n  Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe\n  Diamonds are forever\n  The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme\n  Forever ever? Forever ever? Ever, ever?\n  Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? 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Forever ever? Ever, ever?\n  Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?\n  Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?\n\n  Diamonds are forever (forever, forever)\n  Diamonds are forever (forever, forever, forever)\n"},{"id":34288423,"name":"Roses","trackName":"Roses","artistName":"Kanye West","albumName":"Sorry, Mr. West is Gone","duration":335.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I know it's past visiting hours\nBut can I please give her these flowers?\nThe doctor don't wanna take procedures\nHe claim her heart can't take the anesthesia\nIt'll send her body into a seizure\nThat lil' thing by the hospital bed, it'll stop beepin'\nHey, chick, I'm at a loss for words\nWhat do you say at this time? Remember when I was nine?\nTell her everything gon' be fine, but I be lyin'\nHer family cryin', they want her to live, and she tryin'\nI'm arguin', like, \"What kind of doctor can we fly in?\"\nYou know the best medicine go to people that's paid\nIf Magic Johnson got a cure for AIDS\nAnd all the broke motherfuckers passed away\nYou telling me if my grandma's in the NBA\nRight now, she'd be okay?\nBut since she was just a secretary\nWorking for the church for thirty five years\nThings supposed to stop right here?\nMy grandfather tryin' to pull it together, he strong\nThat's where I get my confidence from\nI asked the nurse, \"Did you do the research?\"\nShe asked me, \"Can you sign some t-shirts?\"\n\"Bitch, is you smokin' reefer?\nYou don't see that we hurt?\" But still\nI smile when Rosie comes to see me\nAnd I can't wait for a sunny day (seeing it through your eyes)\nCan't wait for the clouds to break\nThey outside of the emergency room, room\nYou can feel my heartbeat, beat, beat\nIf she gon' pull through, we gon' find out soon\nBut right now, she 'sleep, sleep, sleep\nMy momma say they say she could pass away any day\nHey chick, what these doctors know anyway?\nLet me see the X-rays, I ain't no expert, I'm just hurt\nCousin Kim took off of work\nPlus, my Aunt Shirley, Aunt Beverly, Aunt Klaye and Aunt Jean\nSo many aunties we could have an Auntie Team\nFeel like Amerie, it's just \"1 Thing\"\nWhen they said that she made it, you see they eyes gleam\nI think we at a all-time high\nTo get there, we run, we fly, we drive\n'Cause with my family, we know where home is\nSo instead of sending flowers, we the roses\nI smile when Rosie comes to see me\nAnd I can't wait for a sunny day (seeing it through your eyes)\nCan't wait for the clouds to break\n'Cause Rosie brings the sunshine, oh\nI smile when Rosie comes to see me\nAnd I, can't wait for a sunny day (seeing it through your eyes)\nCan't wait for the clouds to break\nI smile when Rosie comes to see me\nAnd I'm sad, when Rosie goes away\n'Cause Rosie brings the sunshine (say)\nCan't wait, I can't wait, no\nCan't wait, I can't wait, no\nCan't wait, I, can't wait\nNo, can't wait, for, for a sunny day\nMomma can't wait, for the clouds to break\nMm mm mm mm-mm mm-mm\nOh oh oh oh no no, say\nTellin' you the truth now\nSaid I can't wait, uh uh\nI won't wait, no","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.33] I know it's past visiting hours\n[00:02.15] But can I please give her these flowers?\n[00:04.35] The doctor don't wanna take procedures\n[00:06.61] He claim her heart can't take the anesthesia\n[00:09.08] It'll send her body into a seizure\n[00:11.66] That lil' thing by the hospital bed, it'll stop beepin'\n[00:14.33] Hey, chick, I'm at a loss for words\n[00:16.61] What do you say at this time? Remember when I was nine?\n[00:19.33] Tell her everything gon' be fine, but I be lyin'\n[00:21.64] Her family cryin', they want her to live, and she tryin'\n[00:24.27] I'm arguin', like, \"What kind of doctor can we fly in?\"\n[00:26.67] You know the best medicine go to people that's paid\n[00:29.02] If Magic Johnson got a cure for AIDS\n[00:31.53] And all the broke motherfuckers passed away\n[00:33.92] You telling me if my grandma's in the NBA\n[00:36.21] Right now, she'd be okay?\n[00:38.39] But since she was just a secretary\n[00:39.95] Working for the church for thirty five years\n[00:41.63] Things supposed to stop right here?\n[00:43.52] My grandfather tryin' to pull it together, he strong\n[00:46.67] That's where I get my confidence from\n[00:48.75] I asked the nurse, \"Did you do the research?\"\n[00:51.29] She asked me, \"Can you sign some t-shirts?\"\n[00:53.91] \"Bitch, is you smokin' reefer?\n[00:56.61] You don't see that we hurt?\" But still\n[00:59.11] I smile when Rosie comes to see me\n[01:07.86] And I can't wait for a sunny day (seeing it through your eyes)\n[01:13.87] Can't wait for the clouds to break\n[01:17.25] They outside of the emergency room, room\n[01:20.05] You can feel my heartbeat, beat, beat\n[01:22.36] If she gon' pull through, we gon' find out soon\n[01:24.84] But right now, she 'sleep, sleep, sleep\n[01:27.37] My momma say they say she could pass away any day\n[01:30.25] Hey chick, what these doctors know anyway?\n[01:32.75] Let me see the X-rays, I ain't no expert, I'm just hurt\n[01:35.91] Cousin Kim took off of work\n[01:37.56] Plus, my Aunt Shirley, Aunt Beverly, Aunt Klaye and Aunt Jean\n[01:40.23] So many aunties we could have an Auntie Team\n[01:42.84] Feel like Amerie, it's just \"1 Thing\"\n[01:45.10] When they said that she made it, you see they eyes gleam\n[01:47.97] I think we at a all-time high\n[01:50.11] To get there, we run, we fly, we drive\n[01:53.02] 'Cause with my family, we know where home is\n[01:55.16] So instead of sending flowers, we the roses\n[01:57.96] I smile when Rosie comes to see me\n[02:06.67] And I can't wait for a sunny day (seeing it through your eyes)\n[02:12.82] Can't wait for the clouds to break\n[02:13.83] 'Cause Rosie brings the sunshine, oh\n[02:28.03] I smile when Rosie comes to see me\n[02:36.15] And I, can't wait for a sunny day (seeing it through your eyes)\n[02:42.32] Can't wait for the clouds to break\n[02:47.02] I smile when Rosie comes to see me\n[02:56.19] And I'm sad, when Rosie goes away\n[03:04.00] 'Cause Rosie brings the sunshine (say)\n[03:11.52] Can't wait, I can't wait, no\n[03:13.76] Can't wait, I can't wait, no\n[03:16.20] Can't wait, I, can't wait\n[03:20.73] No, can't wait, for, for a sunny day\n[03:28.00] Momma can't wait, for the clouds to break\n[03:33.75] Mm mm mm mm-mm mm-mm\n[03:38.29] Oh oh oh oh no no, say\n[03:49.55] Tellin' you the truth now\n[03:54.77] Said I can't wait, uh uh\n[03:58.94] I won't wait, no","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Roses\n  artist: Kanye West\n  album: Sorry, Mr. West is Gone\n  duration_ms: 335000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I know it's past visiting hours\n  start_ms: 330\n  end_ms: 2150\n- text: But can I please give her these flowers?\n  start_ms: 2150\n  end_ms: 4350\n- text: The doctor don't wanna take procedures\n  start_ms: 4350\n  end_ms: 6610\n- text: He claim her heart can't take the anesthesia\n  start_ms: 6610\n  end_ms: 9080\n- text: It'll send her body into a seizure\n  start_ms: 9080\n  end_ms: 11660\n- text: That lil' thing by the hospital bed, it'll stop beepin'\n  start_ms: 11660\n  end_ms: 14330\n- text: Hey, chick, I'm at a loss for words\n  start_ms: 14330\n  end_ms: 16610\n- text: What do you say at this time? 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Remember when I was nine?\n  Tell her everything gon' be fine, but I be lyin'\n  Her family cryin', they want her to live, and she tryin'\n  I'm arguin', like, \"What kind of doctor can we fly in?\"\n  You know the best medicine go to people that's paid\n  If Magic Johnson got a cure for AIDS\n  And all the broke motherfuckers passed away\n  You telling me if my grandma's in the NBA\n  Right now, she'd be okay?\n  But since she was just a secretary\n  Working for the church for thirty five years\n  Things supposed to stop right here?\n  My grandfather tryin' to pull it together, he strong\n  That's where I get my confidence from\n  I asked the nurse, \"Did you do the research?\"\n  She asked me, \"Can you sign some t-shirts?\"\n  \"Bitch, is you smokin' reefer?\n  You don't see that we hurt?\" But still\n  I smile when Rosie comes to see me\n  And I can't wait for a sunny day (seeing it through your eyes)\n  Can't wait for the clouds to break\n  They outside of the emergency room, room\n  You can feel my heartbeat, beat, beat\n  If she gon' pull through, we gon' find out soon\n  But right now, she 'sleep, sleep, sleep\n  My momma say they say she could pass away any day\n  Hey chick, what these doctors know anyway?\n  Let me see the X-rays, I ain't no expert, I'm just hurt\n  Cousin Kim took off of work\n  Plus, my Aunt Shirley, Aunt Beverly, Aunt Klaye and Aunt Jean\n  So many aunties we could have an Auntie Team\n  Feel like Amerie, it's just \"1 Thing\"\n  When they said that she made it, you see they eyes gleam\n  I think we at a all-time high\n  To get there, we run, we fly, we drive\n  'Cause with my family, we know where home is\n  So instead of sending flowers, we the roses\n  I smile when Rosie comes to see me\n  And I can't wait for a sunny day (seeing it through your eyes)\n  Can't wait for the clouds to break\n  'Cause Rosie brings the sunshine, oh\n  I smile when Rosie comes to see me\n  And I, can't wait for a sunny day (seeing it through your eyes)\n  Can't wait for the clouds to break\n  I smile when Rosie comes to see me\n  And I'm sad, when Rosie goes away\n  'Cause Rosie brings the sunshine (say)\n  Can't wait, I can't wait, no\n  Can't wait, I can't wait, no\n  Can't wait, I, can't wait\n  No, can't wait, for, for a sunny day\n  Momma can't wait, for the clouds to break\n  Mm mm mm mm-mm mm-mm\n  Oh oh oh oh no no, say\n  Tellin' you the truth now\n  Said I can't wait, uh uh\n  I won't wait, no\n"},{"id":34288934,"name":"We Major","trackName":"We Major","artistName":"Kanye West","albumName":"Sorry, Mr. West is Gone","duration":486.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You m-rs better do your job and roll up\nAnd watch how we roll up, and\nI can't control it, can't hold it, it's so nuts\nI take a sip of that 'yac, I wanna f-\nI take a hit of that -, it got me stuck\nBut really what's amazing is how I keep blazing\n\nTowel under the door, we smoke until the day's end\nPuff-puff, then pass, don't f- up rotation\nHpnotiq for Henny? Now, -, that's a chaser\nTurn nothing to something, now, pimping, that's a savior\nBest things are green, now, pimpin', get your paper\nHigh off the ground, from stair to skyscraper\nCool out, thinking we local, c'mon, homie, we major\n\nWe major? C'mon, homie, we major\nWe major? C'mon, homie, we major\nWe major! C'mon, homie, we major\nWe major! C'mon\n\nFeeling better than some h- on a Sunday afternoon\nBetter than a chick that say \"Yes\" too soon\nUntil you have a daughter; that's what I call karma\nAnd you pray to God she don't grow breasts too soon\nProjects tore up, gang signs is thrown up\n- Hats broke off, that's how we grow up\nWhy else you think shorties write rhymes? Just to blow up?\nGet they first car and then, IRS show up\n\nHe ain't never had -, but he had that nine\n- Come through flicking and he had that shine\nPut two and two together and a little bad weather\nGon' be your whole family on that funeral line\nAsked the reverend, \"Was the strip clubs cool?\nIf my tips helped send a pretty girl through school?\"\nThat's all I want, like winos want they good whiskey\nI ain't in the Klan, but I brought my hood with me\n\nYou m-rs better do your job and roll up\nAnd watch how we roll up, and\nI can't control it, can't hold it, it's so nuts\nI take a sip of that 'yac, I wanna f-\nI take a hit of that -, it got me stuck\nBut really what's amazing is how I keep blazing\n\nTowel under the door, we smoke until the day's end\nPuff puff, then pass, don't f- up rotation\nHpnotiq for Henny? Now, -, that's a chaser\nTurn nothing to something, now, pimping, that's a savior\nBest things are green, now, pimpin', get your paper\nHigh off the ground, from stair to skyscraper\nCool out, thinking we local, c'mon, homie, we major\n\nWe major? C'mon, homie, we major\nWe major? C'mon, homie, we major\nWe major! C'mon, homie, we major\nWe major! C'mon, homie, we major\n\nI heard the beat and I ain't know what to write\nFirst line; should it be about the - or the ice?\nFour-fours or Black Christ? Both flows'd be nice\nRap about big paper or the black man plight\nAt the studio console, asked my man to the right\n\"What this verse sound like? Should I freestyle or write?\nHe said, \"Nas, what the fans want is Illmatic, still\"\nLooked at the pad and pencil, and jotted what I feel\n\nBeen like twelve years since a - first signed\nNow, I'm a free agent, and I'm thinking it's time\nTo build my very own Motown\n'Cause rappers be deprived of executive nine-to-fives\nAnd it hurts to see these companies be stealing the life\nAnd I love to give my blood, sweat and tears to the mic\n\nSo y'all copped the LPs and y'all fiends got dealt\nI'm Jesse Jackson on the balcony when King got killed\nI survived the livest - around\nLasted longer than more than half of you clowns\nLook, I used to cook before I had the game took\nEither way, my change came like Sam Cooke\n\nBa-dop-ba-ba (yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)\nFeeling better than I ever felt before today\nLike better late than never; it's orientation\nStill, we can make it better, throwing all your cares away\nOh, oh, oh, ooh!\n\nYou m-rs better do your job and roll up\nAnd watch how we roll up, and (ba-dop-ba-ba)\nI can't control it, I can't hold it, it's so nuts\nI take a sip of that 'yac, I wanna f-\nI take a hit of that -, it got me stuck\nBut really what's amazing is how I keep blazing\n\nTowel under the door, we smoke until the day's end\nPuff-puff, then pass, don't f- up rotation\nHpnotiq for Henny? Now, -, that's a chaser (oh, oh, oh, ooh!)\nTurn nothing to something, now, pimping, that's a savior (ba-dop-ba-ba)\nBest things are green, now, pimpin', get your paper\nHigh off the ground, from stair to skyscraper\nCool out, thinking we local, c'mon, homie, we major\n\nWe major? (C'mon, homie, we major)\nWe major? (C'mon, homie, we major)\nWe major! (C'mon, homie, we major)\nWe major!\n\nOh, oh, oh, ooh! Ba-dop-ba-ba\nFeeling better than I ever felt before today\nBut better late than never; it's orientation\nStill, we can make it better, throwing all your cares away!\n\nCan I talk my - again?\nCan I talk my - again?\nI can't believe I'm back up in this -\nI'ma be late, though\nI gotta figure out what I'm finna wear\nYeah\nThe Roc is definitely in the building\nG.O.O.D. Music's definitely in the building, ugh\n\nI gotta say \"What's up?\" To Tony Williams\nOn the vocals!\nSing- he sings quite beautifully, don't you agree?\nDon't you agree?\nUgh\nAnd Jon Brion on the keys right now\nAnd Warryn Campbell on the keys right now\n\nSo they asked me:\n\"Why you call it Late Registration, 'Ye?\"\n'Cause we takin' these - back to school\nLa, la, la, la-la-la-la la\nIf you know this part right here, feel free to sing along\nLa la la la la, la-la-la\n\nBa-dop-bop-ba (oh)\nFeeling better than I ever felt before today (if you feeling good)\nBut better late than never; it's orientation (it's orientation)\nBut we can make it better, throwing all your cares away\nWe want you to get used to this\n\nOh, oh, oh, ooh! Ba-dop-bop-ba\nUgh, they can't do what we do, baby\nUh-uh, uh-uh! They can't do what we do baby\nUh-uh, uh-uh! They can't do what we do, baby\nYeah\nOh, oh, oh, ooh!","syncedLyrics":"[00:21.46] You m-rs better do your job and roll up\n[00:23.70] And watch how we roll up, and\n[00:25.40] I can't control it, can't hold it, it's so nuts\n[00:28.06] I take a sip of that 'yac, I wanna f-\n[00:30.98] I take a hit of that -, it got me stuck\n[00:33.48] But really what's amazing is how I keep blazing\n[00:36.33] Towel under the door, we smoke until the day's end\n[00:39.22] Puff-puff, then pass, don't f- up rotation\n[00:41.97] Hpnotiq for Henny? Now, -, that's a chaser\n[00:44.56] Turn nothing to something, now, pimping, that's a savior\n[00:47.54] Best things are green, now, pimpin', get your paper\n[00:50.46] High off the ground, from stair to skyscraper\n[00:53.01] Cool out, thinking we local, c'mon, homie, we major\n[00:55.77] We major? C'mon, homie, we major\n[00:58.68] We major? C'mon, homie, we major\n[01:01.27] We major! C'mon, homie, we major\n[01:03.95] We major! C'mon\n[01:06.84] Feeling better than some h- on a Sunday afternoon\n[01:09.84] Better than a chick that say \"Yes\" too soon\n[01:12.50] Until you have a daughter; that's what I call karma\n[01:15.48] And you pray to God she don't grow breasts too soon\n[01:18.34] Projects tore up, gang signs is thrown up\n[01:21.29] - Hats broke off, that's how we grow up\n[01:23.83] Why else you think shorties write rhymes? Just to blow up?\n[01:26.88] Get they first car and then, IRS show up\n[01:29.41] He ain't never had -, but he had that nine\n[01:32.06] - Come through flicking and he had that shine\n[01:34.96] Put two and two together and a little bad weather\n[01:37.66] Gon' be your whole family on that funeral line\n[01:40.63] Asked the reverend, \"Was the strip clubs cool?\n[01:42.46] If my tips helped send a pretty girl through school?\"\n[01:45.64] That's all I want, like winos want they good whiskey\n[01:48.22] I ain't in the Klan, but I brought my hood with me\n[01:51.15] You m-rs better do your job and roll up\n[01:53.31] And watch how we roll up, and\n[01:55.11] I can't control it, can't hold it, it's so nuts\n[01:57.52] I take a sip of that 'yac, I wanna f-\n[02:00.52] I take a hit of that -, it got me stuck\n[02:03.13] But really what's amazing is how I keep blazing\n[02:06.40] Towel under the door, we smoke until the day's end\n[02:08.98] Puff puff, then pass, don't f- up rotation\n[02:11.67] Hpnotiq for Henny? Now, -, that's a chaser\n[02:14.55] Turn nothing to something, now, pimping, that's a savior\n[02:17.20] Best things are green, now, pimpin', get your paper\n[02:20.13] High off the ground, from stair to skyscraper\n[02:22.84] Cool out, thinking we local, c'mon, homie, we major\n[02:25.46] We major? C'mon, homie, we major\n[02:28.40] We major? C'mon, homie, we major\n[02:31.28] We major! C'mon, homie, we major\n[02:33.90] We major! C'mon, homie, we major\n[02:37.19] I heard the beat and I ain't know what to write\n[02:39.26] First line; should it be about the - or the ice?\n[02:42.15] Four-fours or Black Christ? Both flows'd be nice\n[02:45.40] Rap about big paper or the black man plight\n[02:47.10] At the studio console, asked my man to the right\n[02:50.84] \"What this verse sound like? Should I freestyle or write?\n[02:53.50] He said, \"Nas, what the fans want is Illmatic, still\"\n[02:56.46] Looked at the pad and pencil, and jotted what I feel\n[02:59.70] Been like twelve years since a - first signed\n[03:02.27] Now, I'm a free agent, and I'm thinking it's time\n[03:04.10] To build my very own Motown\n[03:06.84] 'Cause rappers be deprived of executive nine-to-fives\n[03:10.50] And it hurts to see these companies be stealing the life\n[03:13.21] And I love to give my blood, sweat and tears to the mic\n[03:16.30] So y'all copped the LPs and y'all fiends got dealt\n[03:18.91] I'm Jesse Jackson on the balcony when King got killed\n[03:21.83] I survived the livest - around\n[03:24.51] Lasted longer than more than half of you clowns\n[03:26.93] Look, I used to cook before I had the game took\n[03:29.96] Either way, my change came like Sam Cooke\n[03:34.10] Ba-dop-ba-ba (yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)\n[03:37.33] Feeling better than I ever felt before today\n[03:42.92] Like better late than never; it's orientation\n[03:47.95] Still, we can make it better, throwing all your cares away\n[03:53.52] Oh, oh, oh, ooh!\n[03:54.86] You m-rs better do your job and roll up\n[03:57.00] And watch how we roll up, and (ba-dop-ba-ba)\n[03:58.69] I can't control it, I can't hold it, it's so nuts\n[04:01.25] I take a sip of that 'yac, I wanna f-\n[04:03.99] I take a hit of that -, it got me stuck\n[04:06.59] But really what's amazing is how I keep blazing\n[04:09.76] Towel under the door, we smoke until the day's end\n[04:12.44] Puff-puff, then pass, don't f- up rotation\n[04:15.14] Hpnotiq for Henny? Now, -, that's a chaser (oh, oh, oh, ooh!)\n[04:18.35] Turn nothing to something, now, pimping, that's a savior (ba-dop-ba-ba)\n[04:20.75] Best things are green, now, pimpin', get your paper\n[04:23.78] High off the ground, from stair to skyscraper\n[04:26.35] Cool out, thinking we local, c'mon, homie, we major\n[04:29.01] We major? (C'mon, homie, we major)\n[04:31.97] We major? (C'mon, homie, we major)\n[04:34.53] We major! (C'mon, homie, we major)\n[04:37.53] We major!\n[04:38.64] Oh, oh, oh, ooh! Ba-dop-ba-ba\n[04:44.76] Feeling better than I ever felt before today\n[04:50.07] But better late than never; it's orientation\n[04:55.39] Still, we can make it better, throwing all your cares away!\n[05:02.79] \n[05:21.59] Can I talk my - again?\n[05:26.02] Can I talk my - again?\n[05:30.03] I can't believe I'm back up in this -\n[05:35.69] I'ma be late, though\n[05:40.79] I gotta figure out what I'm finna wear\n[05:44.81] Yeah\n[05:48.30] The Roc is definitely in the building\n[05:53.66] G.O.O.D. Music's definitely in the building, ugh\n[05:59.14] I gotta say \"What's up?\" To Tony Williams\n[06:02.97] On the vocals!\n[06:03.73] Sing- he sings quite beautifully, don't you agree?\n[06:06.75] Don't you agree?\n[06:09.75] Ugh\n[06:12.99] And Jon Brion on the keys right now\n[06:16.47] And Warryn Campbell on the keys right now\n[06:20.46] So they asked me:\n[06:22.87] \"Why you call it Late Registration, 'Ye?\"\n[06:26.26] 'Cause we takin' these - back to school\n[06:30.03] La, la, la, la-la-la-la la\n[06:35.12] If you know this part right here, feel free to sing along\n[06:38.65] La la la la la, la-la-la\n[06:42.14] Ba-dop-bop-ba (oh)\n[06:45.38] Feeling better than I ever felt before today (if you feeling good)\n[06:50.66] But better late than never; it's orientation (it's orientation)\n[06:56.50] But we can make it better, throwing all your cares away\n[07:00.52] We want you to get used to this\n[07:01.88] Oh, oh, oh, ooh! Ba-dop-bop-ba\n[07:06.93] Ugh, they can't do what we do, baby\n[07:10.99] Uh-uh, uh-uh! They can't do what we do baby\n[07:16.76] Uh-uh, uh-uh! They can't do what we do, baby\n[07:22.13] Yeah\n[07:24.37] Oh, oh, oh, ooh!\n[07:27.07] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: We Major\n  artist: Kanye West\n  album: Sorry, Mr. West is Gone\n  duration_ms: 486000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: You m-rs better do your job and roll up\n  start_ms: 21460\n  end_ms: 23700\n- text: And watch how we roll up, and\n  start_ms: 23700\n  end_ms: 25400\n- text: I can't control it, can't hold it, it's so nuts\n  start_ms: 25400\n  end_ms: 28060\n- text: I take a sip of that 'yac, I wanna f-\n  start_ms: 28060\n  end_ms: 30980\n- text: I take a hit of that -, it got me stuck\n  start_ms: 30980\n  end_ms: 33480\n- text: But really what's amazing is how I keep blazing\n  start_ms: 33480\n  end_ms: 36330\n- text: Towel under the door, we smoke until the day's end\n  start_ms: 36330\n  end_ms: 39220\n- text: Puff-puff, then pass, don't f- up rotation\n  start_ms: 39220\n  end_ms: 41970\n- text: Hpnotiq for Henny? 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Just to blow up?\n  start_ms: 83830\n  end_ms: 86880\n- text: Get they first car and then, IRS show up\n  start_ms: 86880\n  end_ms: 89410\n- text: He ain't never had -, but he had that nine\n  start_ms: 89410\n  end_ms: 92060\n- text: '- Come through flicking and he had that shine'\n  start_ms: 92060\n  end_ms: 94960\n- text: Put two and two together and a little bad weather\n  start_ms: 94960\n  end_ms: 97660\n- text: Gon' be your whole family on that funeral line\n  start_ms: 97660\n  end_ms: 100630\n- text: Asked the reverend, \"Was the strip clubs cool?\n  start_ms: 100630\n  end_ms: 102460\n- text: If my tips helped send a pretty girl through school?\"\n  start_ms: 102460\n  end_ms: 105640\n- text: That's all I want, like winos want they good whiskey\n  start_ms: 105640\n  end_ms: 108220\n- text: I ain't in the Klan, but I brought my hood with me\n  start_ms: 108220\n  end_ms: 111150\n- text: You m-rs better do your job and roll up\n  start_ms: 111150\n  end_ms: 113310\n- text: And watch how we roll up, and\n  start_ms: 113310\n  end_ms: 115110\n- text: I can't control it, can't hold it, it's so nuts\n  start_ms: 115110\n  end_ms: 117520\n- text: I take a sip of that 'yac, I wanna f-\n  start_ms: 117520\n  end_ms: 120520\n- text: I take a hit of that -, it got me stuck\n  start_ms: 120520\n  end_ms: 123130\n- text: But really what's amazing is how I keep blazing\n  start_ms: 123130\n  end_ms: 126400\n- text: Towel under the door, we smoke until the day's end\n  start_ms: 126400\n  end_ms: 128980\n- text: Puff puff, then pass, don't f- up rotation\n  start_ms: 128980\n  end_ms: 131670\n- text: Hpnotiq for Henny? Now, -, that's a chaser\n  start_ms: 131670\n  end_ms: 134550\n- text: Turn nothing to something, now, pimping, that's a savior\n  start_ms: 134550\n  end_ms: 137200\n- text: Best things are green, now, pimpin', get your paper\n  start_ms: 137200\n  end_ms: 140130\n- text: High off the ground, from stair to skyscraper\n  start_ms: 140130\n  end_ms: 142840\n- text: Cool out, thinking we local, c'mon, homie, we major\n  start_ms: 142840\n  end_ms: 145460\n- text: We major? C'mon, homie, we major\n  start_ms: 145460\n  end_ms: 148400\n- text: We major? C'mon, homie, we major\n  start_ms: 148400\n  end_ms: 151280\n- text: We major! C'mon, homie, we major\n  start_ms: 151280\n  end_ms: 153900\n- text: We major! C'mon, homie, we major\n  start_ms: 153900\n  end_ms: 157190\n- text: I heard the beat and I ain't know what to write\n  start_ms: 157190\n  end_ms: 159260\n- text: First line; should it be about the - or the ice?\n  start_ms: 159260\n  end_ms: 162150\n- text: Four-fours or Black Christ? Both flows'd be nice\n  start_ms: 162150\n  end_ms: 165400\n- text: Rap about big paper or the black man plight\n  start_ms: 165400\n  end_ms: 167100\n- text: At the studio console, asked my man to the right\n  start_ms: 167100\n  end_ms: 170840\n- text: '\"What this verse sound like? Should I freestyle or write?'\n  start_ms: 170840\n  end_ms: 173500\n- text: He said, \"Nas, what the fans want is Illmatic, still\"\n  start_ms: 173500\n  end_ms: 176460\n- text: Looked at the pad and pencil, and jotted what I feel\n  start_ms: 176460\n  end_ms: 179700\n- text: Been like twelve years since a - first signed\n  start_ms: 179700\n  end_ms: 182270\n- text: Now, I'm a free agent, and I'm thinking it's time\n  start_ms: 182270\n  end_ms: 184100\n- text: To build my very own Motown\n  start_ms: 184100\n  end_ms: 186840\n- text: '''Cause rappers be deprived of executive nine-to-fives'\n  start_ms: 186840\n  end_ms: 190500\n- text: And it hurts to see these companies be stealing the life\n  start_ms: 190500\n  end_ms: 193210\n- text: And I love to give my blood, sweat and tears to the mic\n  start_ms: 193210\n  end_ms: 196300\n- text: So y'all copped the LPs and y'all fiends got dealt\n  start_ms: 196300\n  end_ms: 198910\n- text: I'm Jesse Jackson on the balcony when King got killed\n  start_ms: 198910\n  end_ms: 201830\n- text: I survived the livest - around\n  start_ms: 201830\n  end_ms: 204510\n- text: Lasted longer than more than half of you clowns\n  start_ms: 204510\n  end_ms: 206930\n- text: Look, I used to cook before I had the game took\n  start_ms: 206930\n  end_ms: 209960\n- text: Either way, my change came like Sam Cooke\n  start_ms: 209960\n  end_ms: 214100\n- text: Ba-dop-ba-ba (yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)\n  start_ms: 214100\n  end_ms: 217330\n- text: Feeling better than I ever felt before today\n  start_ms: 217330\n  end_ms: 222920\n- text: Like better late than never; it's orientation\n  start_ms: 222920\n  end_ms: 227950\n- text: Still, we can make it better, throwing all your cares away\n  start_ms: 227950\n  end_ms: 233520\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, ooh!\n  start_ms: 233520\n  end_ms: 234860\n- text: You m-rs better do your job and roll up\n  start_ms: 234860\n  end_ms: 237000\n- text: And watch how we roll up, and (ba-dop-ba-ba)\n  start_ms: 237000\n  end_ms: 238690\n- text: I can't control it, I can't hold it, it's so nuts\n  start_ms: 238690\n  end_ms: 241250\n- text: I take a sip of that 'yac, I wanna f-\n  start_ms: 241250\n  end_ms: 243990\n- text: I take a hit of that -, it got me stuck\n  start_ms: 243990\n  end_ms: 246590\n- text: But really what's amazing is how I keep blazing\n  start_ms: 246590\n  end_ms: 249760\n- text: Towel under the door, we smoke until the day's end\n  start_ms: 249760\n  end_ms: 252440\n- text: Puff-puff, then pass, don't f- up rotation\n  start_ms: 252440\n  end_ms: 255140\n- text: Hpnotiq for Henny? Now, -, that's a chaser (oh, oh, oh, ooh!)\n  start_ms: 255140\n  end_ms: 258350\n- text: Turn nothing to something, now, pimping, that's a savior (ba-dop-ba-ba)\n  start_ms: 258350\n  end_ms: 260750\n- text: Best things are green, now, pimpin', get your paper\n  start_ms: 260750\n  end_ms: 263780\n- text: High off the ground, from stair to skyscraper\n  start_ms: 263780\n  end_ms: 266350\n- text: Cool out, thinking we local, c'mon, homie, we major\n  start_ms: 266350\n  end_ms: 269010\n- text: We major? (C'mon, homie, we major)\n  start_ms: 269010\n  end_ms: 271970\n- text: We major? (C'mon, homie, we major)\n  start_ms: 271970\n  end_ms: 274530\n- text: We major! (C'mon, homie, we major)\n  start_ms: 274530\n  end_ms: 277530\n- text: We major!\n  start_ms: 277530\n  end_ms: 278640\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, ooh! Ba-dop-ba-ba\n  start_ms: 278640\n  end_ms: 284760\n- text: Feeling better than I ever felt before today\n  start_ms: 284760\n  end_ms: 290070\n- text: But better late than never; it's orientation\n  start_ms: 290070\n  end_ms: 295390\n- text: Still, we can make it better, throwing all your cares away!\n  start_ms: 295390\n  end_ms: 302790\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 302790\n  end_ms: 321590\n- text: Can I talk my - again?\n  start_ms: 321590\n  end_ms: 326020\n- text: Can I talk my - again?\n  start_ms: 326020\n  end_ms: 330030\n- text: I can't believe I'm back up in this -\n  start_ms: 330030\n  end_ms: 335690\n- text: I'ma be late, though\n  start_ms: 335690\n  end_ms: 340790\n- text: I gotta figure out what I'm finna wear\n  start_ms: 340790\n  end_ms: 344810\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 344810\n  end_ms: 348300\n- text: The Roc is definitely in the building\n  start_ms: 348300\n  end_ms: 353660\n- text: G.O.O.D. Music's definitely in the building, ugh\n  start_ms: 353660\n  end_ms: 359140\n- text: I gotta say \"What's up?\" To Tony Williams\n  start_ms: 359140\n  end_ms: 362970\n- text: On the vocals!\n  start_ms: 362970\n  end_ms: 363730\n- text: Sing- he sings quite beautifully, don't you agree?\n  start_ms: 363730\n  end_ms: 366750\n- text: Don't you agree?\n  start_ms: 366750\n  end_ms: 369750\n- text: Ugh\n  start_ms: 369750\n  end_ms: 372990\n- text: And Jon Brion on the keys right now\n  start_ms: 372990\n  end_ms: 376470\n- text: And Warryn Campbell on the keys right now\n  start_ms: 376470\n  end_ms: 380460\n- text: 'So they asked me:'\n  start_ms: 380460\n  end_ms: 382870\n- text: '\"Why you call it Late Registration, ''Ye?\"'\n  start_ms: 382870\n  end_ms: 386260\n- text: '''Cause we takin'' these - back to school'\n  start_ms: 386260\n  end_ms: 390030\n- text: La, la, la, la-la-la-la la\n  start_ms: 390030\n  end_ms: 395120\n- text: If you know this part right here, feel free to sing along\n  start_ms: 395120\n  end_ms: 398650\n- text: La la la la la, la-la-la\n  start_ms: 398650\n  end_ms: 402140\n- text: Ba-dop-bop-ba (oh)\n  start_ms: 402140\n  end_ms: 405380\n- text: Feeling better than I ever felt before today (if you feeling good)\n  start_ms: 405380\n  end_ms: 410660\n- text: But better late than never; it's orientation (it's orientation)\n  start_ms: 410660\n  end_ms: 416500\n- text: But we can make it better, throwing all your cares away\n  start_ms: 416500\n  end_ms: 420520\n- text: We want you to get used to this\n  start_ms: 420520\n  end_ms: 421880\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, ooh! Ba-dop-bop-ba\n  start_ms: 421880\n  end_ms: 426930\n- text: Ugh, they can't do what we do, baby\n  start_ms: 426930\n  end_ms: 430990\n- text: Uh-uh, uh-uh! They can't do what we do baby\n  start_ms: 430990\n  end_ms: 436760\n- text: Uh-uh, uh-uh! They can't do what we do, baby\n  start_ms: 436760\n  end_ms: 442130\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 442130\n  end_ms: 444370\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, ooh!\n  start_ms: 444370\n  end_ms: 447070\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 447070\nplain: |-\n  You m-rs better do your job and roll up\n  And watch how we roll up, and\n  I can't control it, can't hold it, it's so nuts\n  I take a sip of that 'yac, I wanna f-\n  I take a hit of that -, it got me stuck\n  But really what's amazing is how I keep blazing\n\n  Towel under the door, we smoke until the day's end\n  Puff-puff, then pass, don't f- up rotation\n  Hpnotiq for Henny? Now, -, that's a chaser\n  Turn nothing to something, now, pimping, that's a savior\n  Best things are green, now, pimpin', get your paper\n  High off the ground, from stair to skyscraper\n  Cool out, thinking we local, c'mon, homie, we major\n\n  We major? C'mon, homie, we major\n  We major? C'mon, homie, we major\n  We major! C'mon, homie, we major\n  We major! C'mon\n\n  Feeling better than some h- on a Sunday afternoon\n  Better than a chick that say \"Yes\" too soon\n  Until you have a daughter; that's what I call karma\n  And you pray to God she don't grow breasts too soon\n  Projects tore up, gang signs is thrown up\n  - Hats broke off, that's how we grow up\n  Why else you think shorties write rhymes? Just to blow up?\n  Get they first car and then, IRS show up\n\n  He ain't never had -, but he had that nine\n  - Come through flicking and he had that shine\n  Put two and two together and a little bad weather\n  Gon' be your whole family on that funeral line\n  Asked the reverend, \"Was the strip clubs cool?\n  If my tips helped send a pretty girl through school?\"\n  That's all I want, like winos want they good whiskey\n  I ain't in the Klan, but I brought my hood with me\n\n  You m-rs better do your job and roll up\n  And watch how we roll up, and\n  I can't control it, can't hold it, it's so nuts\n  I take a sip of that 'yac, I wanna f-\n  I take a hit of that -, it got me stuck\n  But really what's amazing is how I keep blazing\n\n  Towel under the door, we smoke until the day's end\n  Puff puff, then pass, don't f- up rotation\n  Hpnotiq for Henny? Now, -, that's a chaser\n  Turn nothing to something, now, pimping, that's a savior\n  Best things are green, now, pimpin', get your paper\n  High off the ground, from stair to skyscraper\n  Cool out, thinking we local, c'mon, homie, we major\n\n  We major? C'mon, homie, we major\n  We major? C'mon, homie, we major\n  We major! C'mon, homie, we major\n  We major! C'mon, homie, we major\n\n  I heard the beat and I ain't know what to write\n  First line; should it be about the - or the ice?\n  Four-fours or Black Christ? Both flows'd be nice\n  Rap about big paper or the black man plight\n  At the studio console, asked my man to the right\n  \"What this verse sound like? Should I freestyle or write?\n  He said, \"Nas, what the fans want is Illmatic, still\"\n  Looked at the pad and pencil, and jotted what I feel\n\n  Been like twelve years since a - first signed\n  Now, I'm a free agent, and I'm thinking it's time\n  To build my very own Motown\n  'Cause rappers be deprived of executive nine-to-fives\n  And it hurts to see these companies be stealing the life\n  And I love to give my blood, sweat and tears to the mic\n\n  So y'all copped the LPs and y'all fiends got dealt\n  I'm Jesse Jackson on the balcony when King got killed\n  I survived the livest - around\n  Lasted longer than more than half of you clowns\n  Look, I used to cook before I had the game took\n  Either way, my change came like Sam Cooke\n\n  Ba-dop-ba-ba (yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)\n  Feeling better than I ever felt before today\n  Like better late than never; it's orientation\n  Still, we can make it better, throwing all your cares away\n  Oh, oh, oh, ooh!\n\n  You m-rs better do your job and roll up\n  And watch how we roll up, and (ba-dop-ba-ba)\n  I can't control it, I can't hold it, it's so nuts\n  I take a sip of that 'yac, I wanna f-\n  I take a hit of that -, it got me stuck\n  But really what's amazing is how I keep blazing\n\n  Towel under the door, we smoke until the day's end\n  Puff-puff, then pass, don't f- up rotation\n  Hpnotiq for Henny? Now, -, that's a chaser (oh, oh, oh, ooh!)\n  Turn nothing to something, now, pimping, that's a savior (ba-dop-ba-ba)\n  Best things are green, now, pimpin', get your paper\n  High off the ground, from stair to skyscraper\n  Cool out, thinking we local, c'mon, homie, we major\n\n  We major? (C'mon, homie, we major)\n  We major? (C'mon, homie, we major)\n  We major! (C'mon, homie, we major)\n  We major!\n\n  Oh, oh, oh, ooh! Ba-dop-ba-ba\n  Feeling better than I ever felt before today\n  But better late than never; it's orientation\n  Still, we can make it better, throwing all your cares away!\n\n  Can I talk my - again?\n  Can I talk my - again?\n  I can't believe I'm back up in this -\n  I'ma be late, though\n  I gotta figure out what I'm finna wear\n  Yeah\n  The Roc is definitely in the building\n  G.O.O.D. Music's definitely in the building, ugh\n\n  I gotta say \"What's up?\" To Tony Williams\n  On the vocals!\n  Sing- he sings quite beautifully, don't you agree?\n  Don't you agree?\n  Ugh\n  And Jon Brion on the keys right now\n  And Warryn Campbell on the keys right now\n\n  So they asked me:\n  \"Why you call it Late Registration, 'Ye?\"\n  'Cause we takin' these - back to school\n  La, la, la, la-la-la-la la\n  If you know this part right here, feel free to sing along\n  La la la la la, la-la-la\n\n  Ba-dop-bop-ba (oh)\n  Feeling better than I ever felt before today (if you feeling good)\n  But better late than never; it's orientation (it's orientation)\n  But we can make it better, throwing all your cares away\n  We want you to get used to this\n\n  Oh, oh, oh, ooh! Ba-dop-bop-ba\n  Ugh, they can't do what we do, baby\n  Uh-uh, uh-uh! They can't do what we do baby\n  Uh-uh, uh-uh! They can't do what we do, baby\n  Yeah\n  Oh, oh, oh, ooh!\n"}]