[{"id":25271349,"name":"Yeah Yeah U Know It","trackName":"Yeah Yeah U Know It","artistName":"Keith Murray","albumName":"He's Keith Murray","duration":250.386875,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Just blaze, you son-of-a-gun\nAha-aha! Aha-aha!\nAha-aha! Aha-aha!\nYeah yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n\nWe do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\nYeah yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n\nIt goes lights, camera, action you're on\n\"Excuse me Murray, but your ah ah ah on\"\nI spit the, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, word bond\n'Cuz cats out here don't be sayin' Jack Bone\n\nI get raw and explicit when I spit it on the mic\nOld folks say, \"That boy need the Lord in his life\"\nNigga, think you can phase me\nBut nigga, you must be crazy\n\nIt go, \"Esta loco dame un beso\"\nDominican girls, them call us negro\nI keep a short pony, short camel toe\nThe reason why man, I don't know\n\nNo matter where I go, here I go, there I go I'm propa\nAnd keep shit poppin' like Orville Redenbacher\nMore freaky-deaky wit' the speachy\nI stay off the meat rag boy, exactly\n\nWe do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\nYeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\nWe do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\nYeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n\nSeromon, bless a flow you know God sent me\nTime is money, and my time cost like a Bentley\nI'm dope, oh yeah you know it\nGot a infared beam, ain't scared to show it\n\nPeep it, check my movement this here feel rite\nCheck his cap and make sure his pill rite, boy\nYou a fake thug wit' a deal\nThe only gang you represent is Sugar Hill\n\nYou cats is kittens boy drink this milk\nPut down that hennessy son ya killin' me\nDub, I snatch the corn from the children\nStashed it in ya home boy's buildin'\n\nStop he's killin' him somebody call the cops\nYeah call 911 and watch no one come\nThat's to show how nice I am\nThe fifth group Russell signed to Def Jam\n\nWe do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\nYeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\nWe do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\nYeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n\nIn the bed I'm the marathon man, Redman\nHittin' more walls than aerasol cans, don't I\nYeah, yeah you know it\nAnd when I fuck, ain't scared to show it\n\nAnd when the brick's outta control, barricade the city\nThere's an outbreak in ya outta state committee\nYou seen it, yeah, yeah you know it\nAnd if you got it, ain't scared to show it\n\nYou want the bad guy, here I am\nI got them hoes on gilla-cam\nThrowin' the drawers in the ceilin' fan\nYou as small as a kilogram\n\nI'm a airplane ridin' over Colombia, ya middle man\nI'm the boss doc-ta binaca\nShut up all the gossip, bring the rasta\nI whoop ass like Ike turner any day\n\nWhen I stomp MC's out I yell \"Annie Mae\"\nWhether I'm hot or not, pigeons gon' flock\nThey gon' get that wig done fa' diggin' on doc\nFind me 'round the aisle in frozen food\nBecause I am so cool, cool, cool, cool\n\nWe do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\nYeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\nWe do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\nYeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n\nWe do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\nYeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\nWe do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\nYeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.27] Just blaze, you son-of-a-gun\n[00:10.48] Aha-aha! Aha-aha!\n[00:13.18] Aha-aha! Aha-aha!\n[00:15.10] Yeah yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n[00:19.63] We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\n[00:24.27] Yeah yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n[00:28.76] It goes lights, camera, action you're on\n[00:31.96] \"Excuse me Murray, but your ah ah ah on\"\n[00:34.21] I spit the, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, word bond\n[00:36.54] 'Cuz cats out here don't be sayin' Jack Bone\n[00:39.22] I get raw and explicit when I spit it on the mic\n[00:41.97] Old folks say, \"That boy need the Lord in his life\"\n[00:44.21] Nigga, think you can phase me\n[00:46.95] But nigga, you must be crazy\n[00:49.08] It go, \"Esta loco dame un beso\"\n[00:51.93] Dominican girls, them call us negro\n[00:54.49] I keep a short pony, short camel toe\n[00:56.55] The reason why man, I don't know\n[00:58.76] No matter where I go, here I go, there I go I'm propa\n[01:01.61] And keep shit poppin' like Orville Redenbacher\n[01:04.28] More freaky-deaky wit' the speachy\n[01:06.57] I stay off the meat rag boy, exactly\n[01:08.99] We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\n[01:13.71] Yeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n[01:18.80] We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\n[01:23.02] Yeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n[01:28.59] Seromon, bless a flow you know God sent me\n[01:31.56] Time is money, and my time cost like a Bentley\n[01:33.92] I'm dope, oh yeah you know it\n[01:35.23] Got a infared beam, ain't scared to show it\n[01:38.15] Peep it, check my movement this here feel rite\n[01:41.50] Check his cap and make sure his pill rite, boy\n[01:44.51] You a fake thug wit' a deal\n[01:46.24] The only gang you represent is Sugar Hill\n[01:48.90] You cats is kittens boy drink this milk\n[01:51.24] Put down that hennessy son ya killin' me\n[01:54.02] Dub, I snatch the corn from the children\n[01:56.77] Stashed it in ya home boy's buildin'\n[01:58.91] Stop he's killin' him somebody call the cops\n[02:01.03] Yeah call 911 and watch no one come\n[02:03.72] That's to show how nice I am\n[02:06.23] The fifth group Russell signed to Def Jam\n[02:08.42] We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\n[02:13.04] Yeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n[02:17.58] We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\n[02:23.00] Yeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n[02:27.58] In the bed I'm the marathon man, Redman\n[02:30.99] Hittin' more walls than aerasol cans, don't I\n[02:34.05] Yeah, yeah you know it\n[02:35.74] And when I fuck, ain't scared to show it\n[02:37.89] And when the brick's outta control, barricade the city\n[02:40.64] There's an outbreak in ya outta state committee\n[02:43.01] You seen it, yeah, yeah you know it\n[02:45.39] And if you got it, ain't scared to show it\n[02:47.55] You want the bad guy, here I am\n[02:49.72] I got them hoes on gilla-cam\n[02:51.72] Throwin' the drawers in the ceilin' fan\n[02:53.34] You as small as a kilogram\n[02:55.38] I'm a airplane ridin' over Colombia, ya middle man\n[02:58.34] I'm the boss doc-ta binaca\n[03:00.58] Shut up all the gossip, bring the rasta\n[03:03.04] I whoop ass like Ike turner any day\n[03:05.34] When I stomp MC's out I yell \"Annie Mae\"\n[03:07.89] Whether I'm hot or not, pigeons gon' flock\n[03:10.39] They gon' get that wig done fa' diggin' on doc\n[03:13.15] Find me 'round the aisle in frozen food\n[03:15.24] Because I am so cool, cool, cool, cool\n[03:18.11] We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\n[03:21.93] Yeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n[03:27.36] We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\n[03:31.95] Yeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n[03:37.35] We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\n[03:42.20] Yeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n[03:47.36] We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\n[03:52.80] Yeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n[03:59.19] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Yeah Yeah U Know It\n  artist: Keith Murray\n  album: He's Keith Murray\n  duration_ms: 250387\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Just blaze, you son-of-a-gun\n  start_ms: 7270\n  end_ms: 10480\n- text: Aha-aha! 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Def Squad)\n  artist: Keith Murray\n  album: He's Keith Murray\n  duration_ms: 252000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Just blaze, you son-of-a-gun\n  Yeah yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n\n  We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\n  Yeah yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n\n  It goes lights, camera, action you're on\n  \"Excuse me Murray, but your ah ah ah on\"\n  I spit the, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, word bond\n  'Cuz cats out here don't be sayin' Jack Bone\n\n  I get raw and explicit when I spit it on the mic\n  Old folks say, \"That boy need the Lord in his life\"\n  Nigga, think you can phase me\n  But nigga, you must be crazy\n\n  It go, \"Esta loco dame un beso\"\n  Dominican girls, them call us negro\n  I keep a short pony, short camel toe\n  The reason why man, I don't know\n\n  No matter where I go, here I go, there I go I'm propa\n  And keep shit poppin' like Orville Redenbacher\n  More freaky-deaky wit' the speachy\n  I stay off the meat rag boy, exactly\n\n  We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\n  Yeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n  We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\n  Yeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n\n  Seromon, bless a flow you know God sent me\n  Time is money, and my time cost like a Bentley\n  I'm dope, oh yeah you know it\n  Got a infared beam, ain't scared to show it\n\n  Peep it, check my movement this here feel rite\n  Check his cap and make sure his pill rite, boy\n  You a fake thug wit' a deal\n  The only gang you represent is Sugar Hill\n\n  You cats is kittens boy drink this milk\n  Put down that hennessy son ya killin' me\n  Dub, I snatch the corn from the children\n  Stashed it in ya home boy's buildin'\n\n  Stop he's killin' him somebody call the cops\n  Yeah call 911 and watch no one come\n  That's to show how nice I am\n  The fifth group Russell signed to Def Jam\n\n  We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\n  Yeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n  We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\n  Yeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n\n  In the bed I'm the marathon man, Redman\n  Hittin' more walls than aerasol cans, don't I\n  Yeah, yeah you know it\n  And when I fuck, ain't scared to show it\n\n  And when the brick's outta control, barricade the city\n  There's an outbreak in ya outta state committee\n  You seen it, yeah, yeah you know it\n  And if you got it, ain't scared to show it\n\n  You want the bad guy, here I am\n  I got them hoes on gilla-cam\n  Throwin' the drawers in the ceilin' fan\n  You as small as a kilogram\n\n  I'm a airplane ridin' over Colombia, ya middle man\n  I'm the boss doc-ta binaca\n  Shut up all the gossip, bring the rasta\n  I whoop ass like Ike turner any day\n\n  When I stomp MC's out I yell \"Annie Mae\"\n  Whether I'm hot or not, pigeons gon' flock\n  They gon' get that wig done fa' diggin' on doc\n  Find me 'round the aisle in frozen food\n  Because I am so cool, cool, cool, cool\n\n  We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\n  Yeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n  We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\n  Yeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n\n  We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\n  Yeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n  We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\n  Yeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n"},{"id":1852493,"name":"Yeah Yeah U Know It","trackName":"Yeah Yeah U Know It","artistName":"Keith Murray (Ft. Def Squad)","albumName":"He's Keith Murray","duration":252.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Just blaze, you son-of-a-gun\nYeah yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n\nWe do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\nYeah yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n\nIt goes lights, camera, action you're on\n\"Excuse me Murray, but your ah ah ah on\"\nI spit the, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, word bond\n'Cuz cats out here don't be sayin' Jack Bone\n\nI get raw and explicit when I spit it on the mic\nOld folks say, \"That boy need the Lord in his life\"\nNigga, think you can phase me\nBut nigga, you must be crazy\n\nIt go, \"Esta loco dame un beso\"\nDominican girls, them call us negro\nI keep a short pony, short camel toe\nThe reason why man, I don't know\n\nNo matter where I go, here I go, there I go I'm propa\nAnd keep shit poppin' like Orville Redenbacher\nMore freaky-deaky wit' the speachy\nI stay off the meat rag boy, exactly\n\nWe do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\nYeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\nWe do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\nYeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n\nSeromon, bless a flow you know God sent me\nTime is money, and my time cost like a Bentley\nI'm dope, oh yeah you know it\nGot a infared beam, ain't scared to show it\n\nPeep it, check my movement this here feel rite\nCheck his cap and make sure his pill rite, boy\nYou a fake thug wit' a deal\nThe only gang you represent is Sugar Hill\n\nYou cats is kittens boy drink this milk\nPut down that hennessy son ya killin' me\nDub, I snatch the corn from the children\nStashed it in ya home boy's buildin'\n\nStop he's killin' him somebody call the cops\nYeah call 911 and watch no one come\nThat's to show how nice I am\nThe fifth group Russell signed to Def Jam\n\nWe do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\nYeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\nWe do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\nYeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n\nIn the bed I'm the marathon man, Redman\nHittin' more walls than aerasol cans, don't I\nYeah, yeah you know it\nAnd when I fuck, ain't scared to show it\n\nAnd when the brick's outta control, barricade the city\nThere's an outbreak in ya outta state committee\nYou seen it, yeah, yeah you know it\nAnd if you got it, ain't scared to show it\n\nYou want the bad guy, here I am\nI got them hoes on gilla-cam\nThrowin' the drawers in the ceilin' fan\nYou as small as a kilogram\n\nI'm a airplane ridin' over Colombia, ya middle man\nI'm the boss doc-ta binaca\nShut up all the gossip, bring the rasta\nI whoop ass like Ike turner any day\n\nWhen I stomp MC's out I yell \"Annie Mae\"\nWhether I'm hot or not, pigeons gon' flock\nThey gon' get that wig done fa' diggin' on doc\nFind me 'round the aisle in frozen food\nBecause I am so cool, cool, cool, cool\n\nWe do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\nYeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\nWe do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\nYeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n\nWe do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\nYeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\nWe do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\nYeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Yeah Yeah U Know It\n  artist: Keith Murray (Ft. Def Squad)\n  album: He's Keith Murray\n  duration_ms: 252000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Just blaze, you son-of-a-gun\n  Yeah yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n\n  We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\n  Yeah yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n\n  It goes lights, camera, action you're on\n  \"Excuse me Murray, but your ah ah ah on\"\n  I spit the, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, word bond\n  'Cuz cats out here don't be sayin' Jack Bone\n\n  I get raw and explicit when I spit it on the mic\n  Old folks say, \"That boy need the Lord in his life\"\n  Nigga, think you can phase me\n  But nigga, you must be crazy\n\n  It go, \"Esta loco dame un beso\"\n  Dominican girls, them call us negro\n  I keep a short pony, short camel toe\n  The reason why man, I don't know\n\n  No matter where I go, here I go, there I go I'm propa\n  And keep shit poppin' like Orville Redenbacher\n  More freaky-deaky wit' the speachy\n  I stay off the meat rag boy, exactly\n\n  We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\n  Yeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n  We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\n  Yeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n\n  Seromon, bless a flow you know God sent me\n  Time is money, and my time cost like a Bentley\n  I'm dope, oh yeah you know it\n  Got a infared beam, ain't scared to show it\n\n  Peep it, check my movement this here feel rite\n  Check his cap and make sure his pill rite, boy\n  You a fake thug wit' a deal\n  The only gang you represent is Sugar Hill\n\n  You cats is kittens boy drink this milk\n  Put down that hennessy son ya killin' me\n  Dub, I snatch the corn from the children\n  Stashed it in ya home boy's buildin'\n\n  Stop he's killin' him somebody call the cops\n  Yeah call 911 and watch no one come\n  That's to show how nice I am\n  The fifth group Russell signed to Def Jam\n\n  We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\n  Yeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n  We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\n  Yeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n\n  In the bed I'm the marathon man, Redman\n  Hittin' more walls than aerasol cans, don't I\n  Yeah, yeah you know it\n  And when I fuck, ain't scared to show it\n\n  And when the brick's outta control, barricade the city\n  There's an outbreak in ya outta state committee\n  You seen it, yeah, yeah you know it\n  And if you got it, ain't scared to show it\n\n  You want the bad guy, here I am\n  I got them hoes on gilla-cam\n  Throwin' the drawers in the ceilin' fan\n  You as small as a kilogram\n\n  I'm a airplane ridin' over Colombia, ya middle man\n  I'm the boss doc-ta binaca\n  Shut up all the gossip, bring the rasta\n  I whoop ass like Ike turner any day\n\n  When I stomp MC's out I yell \"Annie Mae\"\n  Whether I'm hot or not, pigeons gon' flock\n  They gon' get that wig done fa' diggin' on doc\n  Find me 'round the aisle in frozen food\n  Because I am so cool, cool, cool, cool\n\n  We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\n  Yeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n  We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\n  Yeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n\n  We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\n  Yeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n  We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\n  Yeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n"},{"id":10603623,"name":"Yeah Yeah U Know It","trackName":"Yeah Yeah U Know It","artistName":"Keith Murray feat. Def Squad","albumName":"He's Keith Murray","duration":250.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Just blaze, you son-of-a-gun\nYeah yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n\nWe do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\nYeah yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n\nIt goes lights, camera, action you're on\n\"Excuse me Murray, but your ah ah ah on\"\nI spit the, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, word bond\n'Cuz cats out here don't be sayin' Jack Bone\n\nI get raw and explicit when I spit it on the mic\nOld folks say, \"That boy need the Lord in his life\"\nNigga, think you can phase me\nBut nigga, you must be crazy\n\nIt go, \"Esta loco dame un beso\"\nDominican girls, them call us negro\nI keep a short pony, short camel toe\nThe reason why man, I don't know\n\nNo matter where I go, here I go, there I go I'm propa\nAnd keep shit poppin' like Orville Redenbacher\nMore freaky-deaky wit' the speachy\nI stay off the meat rag boy, exactly\n\nWe do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\nYeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\nWe do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\nYeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n\nSeromon, bless a flow you know God sent me\nTime is money, and my time cost like a Bentley\nI'm dope, oh yeah you know it\nGot a infared beam, ain't scared to show it\n\nPeep it, check my movement this here feel rite\nCheck his cap and make sure his pill rite, boy\nYou a fake thug wit' a deal\nThe only gang you represent is Sugar Hill\n\nYou cats is kittens boy drink this milk\nPut down that hennessy son ya killin' me\nDub, I snatch the corn from the children\nStashed it in ya home boy's buildin'\n\nStop he's killin' him somebody call the cops\nYeah call 911 and watch no one come\nThat's to show how nice I am\nThe fifth group Russell signed to Def Jam\n\nWe do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\nYeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\nWe do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\nYeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n\nIn the bed I'm the marathon man, Redman\nHittin' more walls than aerasol cans, don't I\nYeah, yeah you know it\nAnd when I fuck, ain't scared to show it\n\nAnd when the brick's outta control, barricade the city\nThere's an outbreak in ya outta state committee\nYou seen it, yeah, yeah you know it\nAnd if you got it, ain't scared to show it\n\nYou want the bad guy, here I am\nI got them hoes on gilla-cam\nThrowin' the drawers in the ceilin' fan\nYou as small as a kilogram\n\nI'm a airplane ridin' over Colombia, ya middle man\nI'm the boss doc-ta binaca\nShut up all the gossip, bring the rasta\nI whoop ass like Ike turner any day\n\nWhen I stomp MC's out I yell \"Annie Mae\"\nWhether I'm hot or not, pigeons gon' flock\nThey gon' get that wig done fa' diggin' on doc\nFind me 'round the aisle in frozen food\nBecause I am so cool, cool, cool, cool\n\nWe do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\nYeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\nWe do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\nYeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n\nWe do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\nYeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\nWe do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\nYeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Yeah Yeah U Know It\n  artist: Keith Murray feat. Def Squad\n  album: He's Keith Murray\n  duration_ms: 250000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Just blaze, you son-of-a-gun\n  Yeah yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n\n  We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\n  Yeah yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n\n  It goes lights, camera, action you're on\n  \"Excuse me Murray, but your ah ah ah on\"\n  I spit the, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, word bond\n  'Cuz cats out here don't be sayin' Jack Bone\n\n  I get raw and explicit when I spit it on the mic\n  Old folks say, \"That boy need the Lord in his life\"\n  Nigga, think you can phase me\n  But nigga, you must be crazy\n\n  It go, \"Esta loco dame un beso\"\n  Dominican girls, them call us negro\n  I keep a short pony, short camel toe\n  The reason why man, I don't know\n\n  No matter where I go, here I go, there I go I'm propa\n  And keep shit poppin' like Orville Redenbacher\n  More freaky-deaky wit' the speachy\n  I stay off the meat rag boy, exactly\n\n  We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\n  Yeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n  We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\n  Yeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n\n  Seromon, bless a flow you know God sent me\n  Time is money, and my time cost like a Bentley\n  I'm dope, oh yeah you know it\n  Got a infared beam, ain't scared to show it\n\n  Peep it, check my movement this here feel rite\n  Check his cap and make sure his pill rite, boy\n  You a fake thug wit' a deal\n  The only gang you represent is Sugar Hill\n\n  You cats is kittens boy drink this milk\n  Put down that hennessy son ya killin' me\n  Dub, I snatch the corn from the children\n  Stashed it in ya home boy's buildin'\n\n  Stop he's killin' him somebody call the cops\n  Yeah call 911 and watch no one come\n  That's to show how nice I am\n  The fifth group Russell signed to Def Jam\n\n  We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\n  Yeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n  We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\n  Yeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n\n  In the bed I'm the marathon man, Redman\n  Hittin' more walls than aerasol cans, don't I\n  Yeah, yeah you know it\n  And when I fuck, ain't scared to show it\n\n  And when the brick's outta control, barricade the city\n  There's an outbreak in ya outta state committee\n  You seen it, yeah, yeah you know it\n  And if you got it, ain't scared to show it\n\n  You want the bad guy, here I am\n  I got them hoes on gilla-cam\n  Throwin' the drawers in the ceilin' fan\n  You as small as a kilogram\n\n  I'm a airplane ridin' over Colombia, ya middle man\n  I'm the boss doc-ta binaca\n  Shut up all the gossip, bring the rasta\n  I whoop ass like Ike turner any day\n\n  When I stomp MC's out I yell \"Annie Mae\"\n  Whether I'm hot or not, pigeons gon' flock\n  They gon' get that wig done fa' diggin' on doc\n  Find me 'round the aisle in frozen food\n  Because I am so cool, cool, cool, cool\n\n  We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\n  Yeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n  We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\n  Yeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n\n  We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\n  Yeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n  We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\n  Yeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n"},{"id":36390912,"name":"Yeah Yeah U Know It","trackName":"Yeah Yeah U Know It","artistName":"Keith Murray","albumName":"Yeah Yeah U Know It","duration":250.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Just blaze, you son-of-a-gun\nAha-aha! Aha-aha!\nAha-aha! Aha-aha!\nYeah yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n\nWe do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\nYeah yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n\nIt goes lights, camera, action you're on\n\"Excuse me Murray, but your ah ah ah on\"\nI spit the, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, word bond\n'Cuz cats out here don't be sayin' Jack Bone\n\nI get raw and explicit when I spit it on the mic\nOld folks say, \"That boy need the Lord in his life\"\nNigga, think you can phase me\nBut nigga, you must be crazy\n\nIt go, \"Esta loco dame un beso\"\nDominican girls, them call us negro\nI keep a short pony, short camel toe\nThe reason why man, I don't know\n\nNo matter where I go, here I go, there I go I'm propa\nAnd keep shit poppin' like Orville Redenbacher\nMore freaky-deaky wit' the speachy\nI stay off the meat rag boy, exactly\n\nWe do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\nYeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\nWe do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\nYeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n\nSeromon, bless a flow you know God sent me\nTime is money, and my time cost like a Bentley\nI'm dope, oh yeah you know it\nGot a infared beam, ain't scared to show it\n\nPeep it, check my movement this here feel rite\nCheck his cap and make sure his pill rite, boy\nYou a fake thug wit' a deal\nThe only gang you represent is Sugar Hill\n\nYou cats is kittens boy drink this milk\nPut down that hennessy son ya killin' me\nDub, I snatch the corn from the children\nStashed it in ya home boy's buildin'\n\nStop he's killin' him somebody call the cops\nYeah call 911 and watch no one come\nThat's to show how nice I am\nThe fifth group Russell signed to Def Jam\n\nWe do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\nYeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\nWe do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\nYeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n\nIn the bed I'm the marathon man, Redman\nHittin' more walls than aerasol cans, don't I\nYeah, yeah you know it\nAnd when I fuck, ain't scared to show it\n\nAnd when the brick's outta control, barricade the city\nThere's an outbreak in ya outta state committee\nYou seen it, yeah, yeah you know it\nAnd if you got it, ain't scared to show it\n\nYou want the bad guy, here I am\nI got them hoes on gilla-cam\nThrowin' the drawers in the ceilin' fan\nYou as small as a kilogram\n\nI'm a airplane ridin' over Colombia, ya middle man\nI'm the boss doc-ta binaca\nShut up all the gossip, bring the rasta\nI whoop ass like Ike turner any day\n\nWhen I stomp MC's out I yell \"Annie Mae\"\nWhether I'm hot or not, pigeons gon' flock\nThey gon' get that wig done fa' diggin' on doc\nFind me 'round the aisle in frozen food\nBecause I am so cool, cool, cool, cool\n\nWe do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\nYeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\nWe do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\nYeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n\nWe do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\nYeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\nWe do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\nYeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.27] Just blaze, you son-of-a-gun\n[00:10.48] Aha-aha! Aha-aha!\n[00:13.18] Aha-aha! 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Aha-aha!\nAha-aha! 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Aha-aha!\nAha-aha! 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I feel greasy when you squeeze me\n(Cause de blood claat talk can do if ya wan please me)\nI'm talkin down home smothered in gravy cool J be\nHavin young ladies bustin like 380's\nLubricated silencers crushin all challengers\nGats that be claiming they glocks but really dillingers\nGet it?. glock dillingers\nI'm big you small. more nuts on yo face than graffiti on the wall\nHair like brillo . cuttin up my pillow got em sayin (hello)\nNaked in a tub of a jello. still no competition\nStill flow nigga listen\n(I'm not supposed to do this type of thing I'm a christian)\nAmen . its like a scene out of player's magazine\nLet them other cats holla. 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LL Cool J, Keith Murray)\n\n  Na na na gonna have a good time\n  Na na na gonna have a good time\n  Hey hey hey\n\n  [Ludacris]\n  Yo, girl you taste like a cinnabun\n  So sweet from the thighs to the cheek\n  Sex on the beach check the size of my meat\n  Call me the pusher ludacris king ding-a-ling sheet smusher\n  Sweet street pusher give me that gusher. nasty stuff\n  Looker I took her.ran out of liquor... (time to re-up)\n  Here comes her nigga (who give's a fuck)\n  Rap fame and plat thangs they can't hang\n  I mack dames and pack thangs and act strange\n  Jang-a-ling dang-a-ling oh no they can't stop\n  Take it to the floor back up and then drop\n  Effervescent. time times of the essence\n  Make em undress in less then 3 seconds\n  So whore's keep steppin whore's keep slobbin\n  Sex as a weapon clothes that I slept in streets keep mobbin\n  Thieves keep robbin get two in yo butt three to yo noggin\n  Creepin and crawlin I'm incogneg\n  can't catch the balls then you in the wrong league\n  Let a dog breathe watch a pimp walk\n  Shut yo ass up when you hear a pimp talk\n  Risky and clean crispy of creams\n  You lookin mighty fine in them jeans\n\n  [Chorus]\n  In them jeans you got a\n  Fatty girl (whoo)(uh) fatty girl(ahh) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n  Fat as a midge\n  In them jeans you got a\n  Fatty girl(uh) fatty girl(ah) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n\n  [LL Cool J]\n  International baller baby...\n  Young birds in the coupe goin\n  (Papi tell me if you don't feel me)\n  Easy. I feel greasy when you squeeze me\n  (Cause de blood claat talk can do if ya wan please me)\n  I'm talkin down home smothered in gravy cool J be\n  Havin young ladies bustin like 380's\n  Lubricated silencers crushin all challengers\n  Gats that be claiming they glocks but really dillingers\n  Get it?. glock dillingers\n  I'm big you small. more nuts on yo face than graffiti on the wall\n  Hair like brillo . cuttin up my pillow got em sayin (hello)\n  Naked in a tub of a jello. still no competition\n  Still flow nigga listen\n  (I'm not supposed to do this type of thing I'm a christian)\n  Amen . its like a scene out of player's magazine\n  Let them other cats holla. L will make you scream\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Keith Murray]\n  This isn't thought? of those broads who got the goods\n  To the chicks who don't and its still all good\n  Some broads got an automatic thickness for 8\n  You'll soon get it just stay workin hard at it\n  Goodness gracious good god almighty\n  You got a baduka girl don't hurt nobody\n  Toes all painted . feet all out\n  Here's an aphrodisiac for the mall without a doubt\n  Juicy chunky stanky funky gut slappin ball slappin\n  Cater to yo every fantasy\n  You got the tongue clitoris tits and belly pierced\n  necklace around yo waist toe rings\n  Girl do yo thing\n  I mean in them jeans yo shape is beautiful\n  And everything is clean cut down to the cuticle\n  Whoo-wee Jesus JoJo K-Ci and Mary\n  Girl you don't know what you do to me\n  Ain't no doubt about it.\n  When she walk by tongues hang out eyes pop out the socket\n  (BING!) cats cringe and point like pssh ummph\n  You can see that thang from the front\n  We gas those up like full service\n  and keep 'em drunk like Kathie Lee Curtis\n  And when you shake it. you rock my world\n  I done died and went to heaven. you got a fatty girl\n\n  [Chorus - repeat to the end]\n"},{"id":32169704,"name":"Yeah Yeah U Know It","trackName":"Yeah Yeah U Know It","artistName":"Keith Murray ft. Def Squad","albumName":"Promo Only Urban April 2003","duration":250.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Just blaze, you son-of-a-gun\nYeah yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n\nWe do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\nYeah yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n\nIt goes lights, camera, action you're on\n\"Excuse me Murray, but your ah ah ah on\"\nI spit the, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, word bond\n'Cuz cats out here don't be sayin' Jack Bone\n\nI get raw and explicit when I spit it on the mic\nOld folks say, \"That boy need the Lord in his life\"\nNigga, think you can phase me\nBut nigga, you must be crazy\n\nIt go, \"Esta loco dame un beso\"\nDominican girls, them call us negro\nI keep a short pony, short camel toe\nThe reason why man, I don't know\n\nNo matter where I go, here I go, there I go I'm propa\nAnd keep shit poppin' like Orville Redenbacher\nMore freaky-deaky wit' the speachy\nI stay off the meat rag boy, exactly\n\nWe do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\nYeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\nWe do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\nYeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n\nSeromon, bless a flow you know God sent me\nTime is money, and my time cost like a Bentley\nI'm dope, oh yeah you know it\nGot a infared beam, ain't scared to show it\n\nPeep it, check my movement this here feel rite\nCheck his cap and make sure his pill rite, boy\nYou a fake thug wit' a deal\nThe only gang you represent is Sugar Hill\n\nYou cats is kittens boy drink this milk\nPut down that hennessy son ya killin' me\nDub, I snatch the corn from the children\nStashed it in ya home boy's buildin'\n\nStop he's killin' him somebody call the cops\nYeah call 911 and watch no one come\nThat's to show how nice I am\nThe fifth group Russell signed to Def Jam\n\nWe do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\nYeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\nWe do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\nYeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n\nIn the bed I'm the marathon man, Redman\nHittin' more walls than aerasol cans, don't I\nYeah, yeah you know it\nAnd when I fuck, ain't scared to show it\n\nAnd when the brick's outta control, barricade the city\nThere's an outbreak in ya outta state committee\nYou seen it, yeah, yeah you know it\nAnd if you got it, ain't scared to show it\n\nYou want the bad guy, here I am\nI got them hoes on gilla-cam\nThrowin' the drawers in the ceilin' fan\nYou as small as a kilogram\n\nI'm a airplane ridin' over Colombia, ya middle man\nI'm the boss doc-ta binaca\nShut up all the gossip, bring the rasta\nI whoop ass like Ike turner any day\n\nWhen I stomp MC's out I yell \"Annie Mae\"\nWhether I'm hot or not, pigeons gon' flock\nThey gon' get that wig done fa' diggin' on doc\nFind me 'round the aisle in frozen food\nBecause I am so cool, cool, cool, cool\n\nWe do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\nYeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\nWe do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\nYeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n\nWe do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\nYeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\nWe do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\nYeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Yeah Yeah U Know It\n  artist: Keith Murray ft. Def Squad\n  album: Promo Only Urban April 2003\n  duration_ms: 250000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Just blaze, you son-of-a-gun\n  Yeah yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n\n  We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\n  Yeah yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n\n  It goes lights, camera, action you're on\n  \"Excuse me Murray, but your ah ah ah on\"\n  I spit the, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, word bond\n  'Cuz cats out here don't be sayin' Jack Bone\n\n  I get raw and explicit when I spit it on the mic\n  Old folks say, \"That boy need the Lord in his life\"\n  Nigga, think you can phase me\n  But nigga, you must be crazy\n\n  It go, \"Esta loco dame un beso\"\n  Dominican girls, them call us negro\n  I keep a short pony, short camel toe\n  The reason why man, I don't know\n\n  No matter where I go, here I go, there I go I'm propa\n  And keep shit poppin' like Orville Redenbacher\n  More freaky-deaky wit' the speachy\n  I stay off the meat rag boy, exactly\n\n  We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\n  Yeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n  We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\n  Yeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n\n  Seromon, bless a flow you know God sent me\n  Time is money, and my time cost like a Bentley\n  I'm dope, oh yeah you know it\n  Got a infared beam, ain't scared to show it\n\n  Peep it, check my movement this here feel rite\n  Check his cap and make sure his pill rite, boy\n  You a fake thug wit' a deal\n  The only gang you represent is Sugar Hill\n\n  You cats is kittens boy drink this milk\n  Put down that hennessy son ya killin' me\n  Dub, I snatch the corn from the children\n  Stashed it in ya home boy's buildin'\n\n  Stop he's killin' him somebody call the cops\n  Yeah call 911 and watch no one come\n  That's to show how nice I am\n  The fifth group Russell signed to Def Jam\n\n  We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\n  Yeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n  We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\n  Yeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n\n  In the bed I'm the marathon man, Redman\n  Hittin' more walls than aerasol cans, don't I\n  Yeah, yeah you know it\n  And when I fuck, ain't scared to show it\n\n  And when the brick's outta control, barricade the city\n  There's an outbreak in ya outta state committee\n  You seen it, yeah, yeah you know it\n  And if you got it, ain't scared to show it\n\n  You want the bad guy, here I am\n  I got them hoes on gilla-cam\n  Throwin' the drawers in the ceilin' fan\n  You as small as a kilogram\n\n  I'm a airplane ridin' over Colombia, ya middle man\n  I'm the boss doc-ta binaca\n  Shut up all the gossip, bring the rasta\n  I whoop ass like Ike turner any day\n\n  When I stomp MC's out I yell \"Annie Mae\"\n  Whether I'm hot or not, pigeons gon' flock\n  They gon' get that wig done fa' diggin' on doc\n  Find me 'round the aisle in frozen food\n  Because I am so cool, cool, cool, cool\n\n  We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\n  Yeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n  We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\n  Yeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n\n  We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\n  Yeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n  We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\n  Yeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n"},{"id":18914326,"name":"Yeah Yeah U Know It","trackName":"Yeah Yeah U Know It","artistName":"Keith Murray Feat Def Squad","albumName":"The Very Best Of Oriental Club","duration":252.813061,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Just blaze, you son-of-a-gun\nYeah yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n\nWe do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\nYeah yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n\nIt goes lights, camera, action you're on\n\"Excuse me Murray, but your ah ah ah on\"\nI spit the, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, word bond\n'Cuz cats out here don't 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deal\nThe only gang you represent is Sugar Hill\n\nYou cats is kittens boy drink this milk\nPut down that hennessy son ya killin' me\nDub, I snatch the corn from the children\nStashed it in ya home boy's buildin'\n\nStop he's killin' him somebody call the cops\nYeah call 911 and watch no one come\nThat's to show how nice I am\nThe fifth group Russell signed to Def Jam\n\nWe do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\nYeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\nWe do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\nYeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n\nIn the bed I'm the marathon man, Redman\nHittin' more walls than aerasol cans, don't I\nYeah, yeah you know it\nAnd when I fuck, ain't scared to show it\n\nAnd when the brick's outta control, barricade the city\nThere's an outbreak in ya outta state committee\nYou seen it, yeah, yeah you know it\nAnd if you got it, ain't scared to show it\n\nYou want the bad guy, here I am\nI got them hoes on gilla-cam\nThrowin' the drawers in 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duration_ms: 252813\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Just blaze, you son-of-a-gun\n  Yeah yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n\n  We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\n  Yeah yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n\n  It goes lights, camera, action you're on\n  \"Excuse me Murray, but your ah ah ah on\"\n  I spit the, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, word bond\n  'Cuz cats out here don't be sayin' Jack Bone\n\n  I get raw and explicit when I spit it on the mic\n  Old folks say, \"That boy need the Lord in his life\"\n  Nigga, think you can phase me\n  But nigga, you must be crazy\n\n  It go, \"Esta loco dame un beso\"\n  Dominican girls, them call us negro\n  I keep a short pony, short camel toe\n  The reason why man, I don't know\n\n  No matter where I go, here I go, there I go I'm propa\n  And keep shit poppin' like Orville Redenbacher\n  More freaky-deaky wit' the speachy\n  I stay off the meat rag boy, exactly\n\n  We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\n  Yeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n  We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\n  Yeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n\n  Seromon, bless a flow you know God sent me\n  Time is money, and my time cost like a Bentley\n  I'm dope, oh yeah you know it\n  Got a infared beam, ain't scared to show it\n\n  Peep it, check my movement this here feel rite\n  Check his cap and make sure his pill rite, boy\n  You a fake thug wit' a deal\n  The only gang you represent is Sugar Hill\n\n  You cats is kittens boy drink this milk\n  Put down that hennessy son ya killin' me\n  Dub, I snatch the corn from the children\n  Stashed it in ya home boy's buildin'\n\n  Stop he's killin' him somebody call the cops\n  Yeah call 911 and watch no one come\n  That's to show how nice I am\n  The fifth group Russell signed to Def Jam\n\n  We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\n  Yeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n  We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck\n  Yeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it\n\n  In the bed I'm the marathon man, Redman\n  Hittin' more walls than aerasol cans, don't I\n  Yeah, yeah you know it\n  And when I fuck, ain't scared to show it\n\n  And when the brick's outta control, barricade the city\n  There's an outbreak in ya outta state committee\n  You seen it, yeah, yeah you know it\n  And if you got it, ain't scared to show it\n\n  You want the bad guy, here I am\n  I got them hoes on gilla-cam\n  Throwin' the drawers in the ceilin' fan\n  You as small as a kilogram\n\n  I'm a airplane ridin' over Colombia, ya middle man\n  I'm the boss doc-ta binaca\n  Shut up all the gossip, bring the rasta\n  I whoop ass like Ike turner any day\n\n  When I stomp MC's out I yell \"Annie Mae\"\n  Whether I'm hot or not, pigeons gon' flock\n  They gon' get that wig done fa' diggin' on doc\n  Find me 'round the aisle in frozen food\n  Because I am so cool, cool, cool, cool\n\n  We do dis' like we want to and don't 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LL Cool J, Keith Murray)\n\nNa na na gonna have a good time\nNa na na gonna have a good time\nHey hey hey\n\n[Ludacris]\nYo, girl you taste like a cinnabun\nSo sweet from the thighs to the cheek\nSex on the beach check the size of my meat\nCall me the pusher ludacris king ding-a-ling sheet smusher\nSweet street pusher give me that gusher. nasty stuff\nLooker I took her.ran out of liquor... (time to re-up)\nHere comes her nigga (who give's a fuck)\nRap fame and plat thangs they can't hang\nI mack dames and pack thangs and act strange\nJang-a-ling dang-a-ling oh no they can't stop\nTake it to the floor back up and then drop\nEffervescent. time times of the essence\nMake em undress in less then 3 seconds\nSo whore's keep steppin whore's keep slobbin\nSex as a weapon clothes that I slept in streets keep mobbin\nThieves keep robbin get two in yo butt three to yo noggin\nCreepin and crawlin I'm incogneg\ncan't catch the balls then you in the wrong league\nLet a dog breathe watch a pimp walk\nShut yo ass up when you hear a pimp talk\nRisky and clean crispy of creams\nYou lookin mighty fine in them jeans\n\n[Chorus]\nIn them jeans you got a\nFatty girl (whoo)(uh) fatty girl(ahh) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\nFat as a midge\nIn them jeans you got a\nFatty girl(uh) fatty girl(ah) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n\n[LL Cool J]\nInternational baller baby...\nYoung birds in the coupe goin\n(Papi tell me if you don't feel me)\nEasy. I feel greasy when you squeeze me\n(Cause de blood claat talk can do if ya wan please me)\nI'm talkin down home smothered in gravy cool J be\nHavin young ladies bustin like 380's\nLubricated silencers crushin all challengers\nGats that be claiming they glocks but really dillingers\nGet it?. glock dillingers\nI'm big you small. more nuts on yo face than graffiti on the wall\nHair like brillo . cuttin up my pillow got em sayin (hello)\nNaked in a tub of a jello. still no competition\nStill flow nigga listen\n(I'm not supposed to do this type of thing I'm a christian)\nAmen . its like a scene out of player's magazine\nLet them other cats holla. L will make you scream\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Keith Murray]\nThis isn't thought? of those broads who got the goods\nTo the chicks who don't and its still all good\nSome broads got an automatic thickness for 8\nYou'll soon get it just stay workin hard at it\nGoodness gracious good god almighty\nYou got a baduka girl don't hurt nobody\nToes all painted . feet all out\nHere's an aphrodisiac for the mall without a doubt\nJuicy chunky stanky funky gut slappin ball slappin\nCater to yo every fantasy\nYou got the tongue clitoris tits and belly pierced\nnecklace around yo waist toe rings\nGirl do yo thing\nI mean in them jeans yo shape is beautiful\nAnd everything is clean cut down to the cuticle\nWhoo-wee Jesus JoJo K-Ci and Mary\nGirl you don't know what you do to me\nAin't no doubt about it.\nWhen she walk by tongues hang out eyes pop out the socket\n(BING!) cats cringe and point like pssh ummph\nYou can see that thang from the front\nWe gas those up like full service\nand keep 'em drunk like Kathie Lee Curtis\nAnd when you shake it. you rock my world\nI done died and went to heaven. you got a fatty girl\n\n[Chorus - repeat to the end]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: fatty girl\n  artist: keith murray ll cool j  ludacris\n  album: yeah yeah u know it  single\n  duration_ms: 234000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (feat. LL Cool J, Keith Murray)\n\n  Na na na gonna have a good time\n  Na na na gonna have a good time\n  Hey hey hey\n\n  [Ludacris]\n  Yo, girl you taste like a cinnabun\n  So sweet from the thighs to the cheek\n  Sex on the beach check the size of my meat\n  Call me the pusher ludacris king ding-a-ling sheet smusher\n  Sweet street pusher give me that gusher. nasty stuff\n  Looker I took her.ran out of liquor... (time to re-up)\n  Here comes her nigga (who give's a fuck)\n  Rap fame and plat thangs they can't hang\n  I mack dames and pack thangs and act strange\n  Jang-a-ling dang-a-ling oh no they can't stop\n  Take it to the floor back up and then drop\n  Effervescent. time times of the essence\n  Make em undress in less then 3 seconds\n  So whore's keep steppin whore's keep slobbin\n  Sex as a weapon clothes that I slept in streets keep mobbin\n  Thieves keep robbin get two in yo butt three to yo noggin\n  Creepin and crawlin I'm incogneg\n  can't catch the balls then you in the wrong league\n  Let a dog breathe watch a pimp walk\n  Shut yo ass up when you hear a pimp talk\n  Risky and clean crispy of creams\n  You lookin mighty fine in them jeans\n\n  [Chorus]\n  In them jeans you got a\n  Fatty girl (whoo)(uh) fatty girl(ahh) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n  Fat as a midge\n  In them jeans you got a\n  Fatty girl(uh) fatty girl(ah) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n\n  [LL Cool J]\n  International baller baby...\n  Young birds in the coupe goin\n  (Papi tell me if you don't feel me)\n  Easy. I feel greasy when you squeeze me\n  (Cause de blood claat talk can do if ya wan please me)\n  I'm talkin down home smothered in gravy cool J be\n  Havin young ladies bustin like 380's\n  Lubricated silencers crushin all challengers\n  Gats that be claiming they glocks but really dillingers\n  Get it?. glock dillingers\n  I'm big you small. more nuts on yo face than graffiti on the wall\n  Hair like brillo . cuttin up my pillow got em sayin (hello)\n  Naked in a tub of a jello. still no competition\n  Still flow nigga listen\n  (I'm not supposed to do this type of thing I'm a christian)\n  Amen . its like a scene out of player's magazine\n  Let them other cats holla. L will make you scream\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Keith Murray]\n  This isn't thought? of those broads who got the goods\n  To the chicks who don't and its still all good\n  Some broads got an automatic thickness for 8\n  You'll soon get it just stay workin hard at it\n  Goodness gracious good god almighty\n  You got a baduka girl don't hurt nobody\n  Toes all painted . feet all out\n  Here's an aphrodisiac for the mall without a doubt\n  Juicy chunky stanky funky gut slappin ball slappin\n  Cater to yo every fantasy\n  You got the tongue clitoris tits and belly pierced\n  necklace around yo waist toe rings\n  Girl do yo thing\n  I mean in them jeans yo shape is beautiful\n  And everything is clean cut down to the cuticle\n  Whoo-wee Jesus JoJo K-Ci and Mary\n  Girl you don't know what you do to me\n  Ain't no doubt about it.\n  When she walk by tongues hang out eyes pop out the socket\n  (BING!) cats cringe and point like pssh ummph\n  You can see that thang from the front\n  We gas those up like full service\n  and keep 'em drunk like Kathie Lee Curtis\n  And when you shake it. you rock my world\n  I done died and went to heaven. you got a fatty girl\n\n  [Chorus - repeat to the end]\n"},{"id":32962022,"name":"Yeah (feat. 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'Cause niggas trip\nPull a burner, all you know is a murder occurred\n\nA curb server wanna be swerver baller\nGot dome call hauled to the mortician for silly ambitions\nI'm nice and precise, hard like rock\nYou shook like dice and pop like glock\n\nAll my shit knock the shelves, yo, yo\nWitness this nigga ro, trigga flow, digga ho\nNiggas ass out, passed out, excessively\nFuckin' with this manic-depression will be the lesson of your life\n\nSpoiled rotten and plottin' and double shottin'\nPackin' always rapping but smacking a lot of action\nI am the in house smelling like contraband\nIn demand, your mic in hand, seriously as a man run it\n\nAy yo, watch these 5 niggas stand up in the triple pod\nCircle back to back, scoping all angles\nWhy does hip-hop circumference start gettin' tangled?\nThey drop 1 by 1 in the dark, gettin' strangled\n\nI come fresher than Summer's Eve please\nSqueeze your wack-ass amphetamine rhyme drug-related\nI'll make sure your loot and your wife and kids are confiscated\nThe lawnmower Red do damage to circuit breakers\n\nGo ahead and hype them niggas up, let 'em go\nJust a blow from the invincible will show 'em I'm original\nFreeze, I'm like Baskin and Robbin, I'm robbing Haagen-Dazs\nAnd the whole Hit Squad target, ain't nobody fuckin' with me\n\nThe potency that I blow from my mouth\nWill no doubt would choke Jesus\nTravelin' around the world with no Visas or American Express\nJust Jamerican excess, ha, can I impose on your cipher?\n\nBeen rippin' shows since your moms was foldin' your diaper\nNiggas see me up top dolo daily, catch ease 600 V\nOn the mobile trailin' back to A.T.L.\nTo swell some more heads with that Long Island sound\n\nThat be thicker than cornbreads, money\nJersey tales from from the hood without Sonny\nAnd I know a lot of niggas want me\nThat's why my blade keep me company\nSlice your neck, stick my arm down your throat\nRip out your artichoke","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Yeah (feat. Busta Rhymes, Redman, Erick Sermon & Jamal)\n  artist: Keith Murray, Busta Rhymes, Redman, Erick Sermon, Jamal\n  album: Enigma\n  duration_ms: 293000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, Troy, turn me up so I can conduct the disco inferno\n  Oklahoma aroma, uh\n  I smell the roof on fire without Parliament\n  Just Def Squad shit, dig it\n\n  Rhymes, I bust be like liquid swords\n  You abandon ship, real niggas stay aboard, word\n  I'm flexin', hittin' you in the mid-section\n  Drop for protection, cuttin' you clean like a 'C' section\n\n  I puts it down in my field, I sport a vest\n  No need for a Brooke Shield\n  Kneel E, an African boy with charisma\n  A lyrical giant bigger than Lane Bryant\n\n  I'm Super rhymes be Twilight Zone\n  Warp speed true indeed\n  Don't forget, boy, I'm still hittin' switches\n  In my Lexus truck, flaggin' down ugly bitches, word up\n\n  Erick Sermon ya'll yeah, yeah\n  Def Squad ya'll\n  Flipmode Squad for ya'll\n\n  Excitement, my lights be shinin' on niggas\n  Hit with more enlightenment, yo\n  The major difference is in many different instances\n  You could not go the distances\n\n  From drinkin' too much Guinesses\n  Now look at all the witnesses, huh\n  I told you one thing for sure\n  When I get down son, I keep it pure\n\n  Break the law from here to Arkansas\n  Focus, I be the mostest, the dopest\n  Rhyme flow bounce atrocious\n  Bag of weed, my niggas smoke this, shit\n\n  I be stacking in jams, while I be packin' in what's happening\n  I'm charged with interstate rhyme and trafficking\n  Rhyme callisthenics will make you see the the Medic\n  Shit will break you down in order from A to Z like the alphabetics\n\n  Yo, yo, just go there practice, the fact is you do not listen\n  You go get slapped up with a cactus\n  Ass backwards, fart on mothafuckas just like BDP\n  I'm fresh for 9-6 you suckas\n\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, Keith Murray now\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Busta Rhymes\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\n  Now if you know the words then you can surely rap along\n  Go against the grain and surely get stomped strong\n  My squad is too high to get over, L.O. is too low to go under\n  I'll rain on your brain and give you visions of thunder\n\n  See everybody loves Keith Murray 'cause I'm on the top\n  But I know ain't nobody fuckin' with me if I ever drop\n  It's all about the bread\n  Spread taught to me by E and Red\n\n  Fuck them niggas talkin' out the side of their head\n  Different day, same shit, I heard a dope beat\n  But if E didn't do it then you know I can't fuck with it\n  Here's something that you all can understand\n\n  Fuck you coming from the fuck you man\n  Livin' in drama comma\n  Trauma bubbling like lava\n  On site bomber to all wack rhymers\n\n  And if you ain't tough don't wear my logo\n  And if you ain't fly you can't play with my yo-yo\n  'Cause who's pockets is fattest matters\n  I'll serve famous Keith Murray's beef curries\n  Scattered rappers on platters\n\n  For tryin', get at us knowing we the baddest\n  With major operation, mental observation status\n  I used to love her then I got some common sense\n  And now it ain't funny, the bitch better have my money, word up\n\n  Lace the chronic with the bomb-bah, hash the tye\n  Blaze 'em up one time for my partner in crime\n  Who can I on my hip, why? 'Cause niggas trip\n  Pull a burner, all you know is a murder occurred\n\n  A curb server wanna be swerver baller\n  Got dome call hauled to the mortician for silly ambitions\n  I'm nice and precise, hard like rock\n  You shook like dice and pop like glock\n\n  All my shit knock the shelves, yo, yo\n  Witness this nigga ro, trigga flow, digga ho\n  Niggas ass out, passed out, excessively\n  Fuckin' with this manic-depression will be the lesson of your life\n\n  Spoiled rotten and plottin' and double shottin'\n  Packin' always rapping but smacking a lot of action\n  I am the in house smelling like contraband\n  In demand, your mic in hand, seriously as a man run it\n\n  Ay yo, watch these 5 niggas stand up in the triple pod\n  Circle back to back, scoping all angles\n  Why does hip-hop circumference start gettin' tangled?\n  They drop 1 by 1 in the dark, gettin' strangled\n\n  I come fresher than Summer's Eve please\n  Squeeze your wack-ass amphetamine rhyme drug-related\n  I'll make sure your loot and your wife and kids are confiscated\n  The lawnmower Red do damage to circuit breakers\n\n  Go ahead and hype them niggas up, let 'em go\n  Just a blow from the invincible will show 'em I'm original\n  Freeze, I'm like Baskin and Robbin, I'm robbing Haagen-Dazs\n  And the whole Hit Squad target, ain't nobody fuckin' with me\n\n  The potency that I blow from my mouth\n  Will no doubt would choke Jesus\n  Travelin' around the world with no Visas or American Express\n  Just Jamerican excess, ha, can I impose on your cipher?\n\n  Been rippin' shows since your moms was foldin' your diaper\n  Niggas see me up top dolo daily, catch ease 600 V\n  On the mobile trailin' back to A.T.L.\n  To swell some more heads with that Long Island sound\n\n  That be thicker than cornbreads, money\n  Jersey tales from from the hood without Sonny\n  And I know a lot of niggas want me\n  That's why my blade keep me company\n  Slice your neck, stick my arm down your throat\n  Rip out your artichoke\n"}]