[{"id":24451577,"name":"Welcome to C4","trackName":"Welcome to C4","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar feat. Ab‐Soul, Jay Rock, ScHoolboy Q & BO","albumName":"C4","duration":401.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What it look like K-Dot?\nI can't be stopped\nIt's payday and I'm in the candy drop\nSo for real, Candy Rain flooding your spot\nFirestone tires hot, burning the block\nFor pete's sake I'm a heatwave melting your dot\nMy ship sail, so I should move units and quick\nThe whip trail like a mixed, variation of chips\nSo when I dip, it's kinda ironic\nAnd all I do is hotbox Hydro, call it a carpool\nI'm from the west, where the Tec's is drawn like Cartoon Network\nWetshirt, a marksman will become my ex expert\nWelcome to school fools, don't get an F for effort\nTop Dawg money gang, winter fresh, sunny chain\nBad bitches\nAngry paper, got mad riches\nWho the fuck you think you're up against? Come again?\nShades darker than the bitch, but I see you niggas\nAnd I, see you niggas, wouldn't wanna be you niggas\n\nWelcome to the C4\nI got the bombs and the rental\nMeet me on Central, and Rosecrans\nGoddamn, I'm the man, for life\nThe left coast, bitch get it right\nWelcome to the C4, got the bombs and the rental\n\nIt's Top Dawg\nThey call me Rock, boy\nShit I came a long way from selling rocks, boy\n'Bout my cash money, you can call me hot boy\nI throw shots, guns clap, like an encore\nB's up, hoes down, that's right blood\nCan't be street sweepers, get your ass mopped up\nDamn, I'm in a 2008 something\nSitting on chrome buttons, nigga no bluffing\nHit a club, all eyes on my neck\nGot $20,000 worth of diamonds on my chest, nigga\nFuck VIP, I'm on the floor chunking up my sets\nTwisting fingers with my niggas, blowing swishers, sipping liquor, 'till I'm pissy, fucking bitches, it's so easy\nGet the name, tell them the telly nothing but pipe in their belly\n.380 keep it on my waist like a celly\nK.Dot 'bout to bomb on you niggas, get ready motherfucker\n\nWelcome to the C4\nI got the bombs and the rental\nMeet me on Central, and Rosecrans\nGoddamn, I'm the man, for life\nThe left coast, bitch get it right\nWelcome to the C4, got the bombs and the rental\n\nI keep a big loaf of the toast, be careful when the toaster pop (Q)\nHashbrowns and all, shooting out tater tots\nAround 8 o'clock I let it go for 8 a pop\nTaking off wigs like I'm working at a beauty shop\nI'm getting money, most success what I'm achieving\nBeing broke is childish and most of these rappers teething\nStill whipping the stick-shift, bottles pop, big sips\nGreen hash in the back, something to make my heart skip (damn)\nYou ain't seen a dresser that's fresher and keep it ghetto\nHad a gat utter, sing to you; Reuben Studdard\nSee my team rougher, y'all fat; cream puffer\nYour broad serve the whole squad, call her clique fucker\nStart to thinking that I'm the best, just sort of speaking\nMore than decent, and fucking something that's Puerto Rican\nI'm cool as ever, not concerned about the weather\nGetting every dollar, I'm steady stacking my cheddar\nHard as ever, y'all cats soft as a feather\nSuper clever, outdoing me? Nigga never\nTry to fuck me out my cash, dawg I'm no pussy\nGot big cajones, my nigga you can't douche me\nLook, hard as a rock, look, yo I'm hard to smash\nNew in-dash, bump loud, speakers blast\nHeard a couple of your songs, your whole shit was trash\nFucking over the game, your whole squad is ass\n\nWelcome to the C4\nI got the bombs and the rental\nMeet me on Central, and Rosecrans\nGoddamn, I'm the man, for life\nThe left coast, bitch get it right\nWelcome to the C4, got the bombs and the rental\n\nYeah, I tell 'em, I tell 'em, bang, bow, pop the man shit\nAs a young whippersnapper, been toting guns in my pants\nNiggas bitches, niggas snitching, yeah they taking the stand\nCause a nigga on the block moves a couple of grand\nComing in wild, with 32 guns, and 10 guys, 3 Puerto Rican bitches, and a couple of 9s\nShit, BO never stopping, cause the flow is a headache, and my swag is a Oxycotin\nIt's Top Dawg money gang, 20 grand verte chain\nBentley GT, 3 pieces, nigga fuck a raise\nHustle like I'm broke man, advise you to do the same\nNigga rob me? Better knock it off man\nShit, these niggas teddy bear soft\nThey pull up to new coupe, watch me fucking knock their top off\nBone marrow falling off, Mr. Swag dance, still lean, to the left, when they taking my pants\nTry to play this MC like he was light, cause you can get it worse than Harold did at that red light\nPimping 24/7 like the day to the night\nNow you mad cause your girlfriend giving head right\n\nWelcome to the C4\nI got the bombs and the rental\nMeet me on Central, and Rosecrans\nGoddamn, I'm the man, for life\nThe left coast, bitch get it right\nWelcome to the C4, got the bombs and the rental\n\nMoving through the block like a centipede\nNo rooftop, who hot? I'mma show them where the antifreeze\nI hit the dealership, and tell them hand me keys, like a grand pianist\nDamage anything said, then landing on top of your bitch, oops I tripped\nI'm clumsy like Michelle Williams, or Jaleel White\nI feel like a Predator, and none of you Danny Glovers are ready for, Alien tactics\nThe god is back, they're on their knees praying like a mantis\nAs I perform like Santa Clause\nPause TVs in the Phantom\nBitches on my left and my right like I pant them\nDancing on the coast, emerging from the smoke\nPimping in my blood, tell doc to check my pulse\nThey knew that was K.Dot the gemini, with another cut like a Samurai\nAnything else is uncivilized\nFucker","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Welcome to C4\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar feat. Ab‐Soul, Jay Rock, ScHoolboy Q & BO\n  album: C4\n  duration_ms: 401000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  What it look like K-Dot?\n  I can't be stopped\n  It's payday and I'm in the candy drop\n  So for real, Candy Rain flooding your spot\n  Firestone tires hot, burning the block\n  For pete's sake I'm a heatwave melting your dot\n  My ship sail, so I should move units and quick\n  The whip trail like a mixed, variation of chips\n  So when I dip, it's kinda ironic\n  And all I do is hotbox Hydro, call it a carpool\n  I'm from the west, where the Tec's is drawn like Cartoon Network\n  Wetshirt, a marksman will become my ex expert\n  Welcome to school fools, don't get an F for effort\n  Top Dawg money gang, winter fresh, sunny chain\n  Bad bitches\n  Angry paper, got mad riches\n  Who the fuck you think you're up against? Come again?\n  Shades darker than the bitch, but I see you niggas\n  And I, see you niggas, wouldn't wanna be you niggas\n\n  Welcome to the C4\n  I got the bombs and the rental\n  Meet me on Central, and Rosecrans\n  Goddamn, I'm the man, for life\n  The left coast, bitch get it right\n  Welcome to the C4, got the bombs and the rental\n\n  It's Top Dawg\n  They call me Rock, boy\n  Shit I came a long way from selling rocks, boy\n  'Bout my cash money, you can call me hot boy\n  I throw shots, guns clap, like an encore\n  B's up, hoes down, that's right blood\n  Can't be street sweepers, get your ass mopped up\n  Damn, I'm in a 2008 something\n  Sitting on chrome buttons, nigga no bluffing\n  Hit a club, all eyes on my neck\n  Got $20,000 worth of diamonds on my chest, nigga\n  Fuck VIP, I'm on the floor chunking up my sets\n  Twisting fingers with my niggas, blowing swishers, sipping liquor, 'till I'm pissy, fucking bitches, it's so easy\n  Get the name, tell them the telly nothing but pipe in their belly\n  .380 keep it on my waist like a celly\n  K.Dot 'bout to bomb on you niggas, get ready motherfucker\n\n  Welcome to the C4\n  I got the bombs and the rental\n  Meet me on Central, and Rosecrans\n  Goddamn, I'm the man, for life\n  The left coast, bitch get it right\n  Welcome to the C4, got the bombs and the rental\n\n  I keep a big loaf of the toast, be careful when the toaster pop (Q)\n  Hashbrowns and all, shooting out tater tots\n  Around 8 o'clock I let it go for 8 a pop\n  Taking off wigs like I'm working at a beauty shop\n  I'm getting money, most success what I'm achieving\n  Being broke is childish and most of these rappers teething\n  Still whipping the stick-shift, bottles pop, big sips\n  Green hash in the back, something to make my heart skip (damn)\n  You ain't seen a dresser that's fresher and keep it ghetto\n  Had a gat utter, sing to you; Reuben Studdard\n  See my team rougher, y'all fat; cream puffer\n  Your broad serve the whole squad, call her clique fucker\n  Start to thinking that I'm the best, just sort of speaking\n  More than decent, and fucking something that's Puerto Rican\n  I'm cool as ever, not concerned about the weather\n  Getting every dollar, I'm steady stacking my cheddar\n  Hard as ever, y'all cats soft as a feather\n  Super clever, outdoing me? Nigga never\n  Try to fuck me out my cash, dawg I'm no pussy\n  Got big cajones, my nigga you can't douche me\n  Look, hard as a rock, look, yo I'm hard to smash\n  New in-dash, bump loud, speakers blast\n  Heard a couple of your songs, your whole shit was trash\n  Fucking over the game, your whole squad is ass\n\n  Welcome to the C4\n  I got the bombs and the rental\n  Meet me on Central, and Rosecrans\n  Goddamn, I'm the man, for life\n  The left coast, bitch get it right\n  Welcome to the C4, got the bombs and the rental\n\n  Yeah, I tell 'em, I tell 'em, bang, bow, pop the man shit\n  As a young whippersnapper, been toting guns in my pants\n  Niggas bitches, niggas snitching, yeah they taking the stand\n  Cause a nigga on the block moves a couple of grand\n  Coming in wild, with 32 guns, and 10 guys, 3 Puerto Rican bitches, and a couple of 9s\n  Shit, BO never stopping, cause the flow is a headache, and my swag is a Oxycotin\n  It's Top Dawg money gang, 20 grand verte chain\n  Bentley GT, 3 pieces, nigga fuck a raise\n  Hustle like I'm broke man, advise you to do the same\n  Nigga rob me? Better knock it off man\n  Shit, these niggas teddy bear soft\n  They pull up to new coupe, watch me fucking knock their top off\n  Bone marrow falling off, Mr. Swag dance, still lean, to the left, when they taking my pants\n  Try to play this MC like he was light, cause you can get it worse than Harold did at that red light\n  Pimping 24/7 like the day to the night\n  Now you mad cause your girlfriend giving head right\n\n  Welcome to the C4\n  I got the bombs and the rental\n  Meet me on Central, and Rosecrans\n  Goddamn, I'm the man, for life\n  The left coast, bitch get it right\n  Welcome to the C4, got the bombs and the rental\n\n  Moving through the block like a centipede\n  No rooftop, who hot? I'mma show them where the antifreeze\n  I hit the dealership, and tell them hand me keys, like a grand pianist\n  Damage anything said, then landing on top of your bitch, oops I tripped\n  I'm clumsy like Michelle Williams, or Jaleel White\n  I feel like a Predator, and none of you Danny Glovers are ready for, Alien tactics\n  The god is back, they're on their knees praying like a mantis\n  As I perform like Santa Clause\n  Pause TVs in the Phantom\n  Bitches on my left and my right like I pant them\n  Dancing on the coast, emerging from the smoke\n  Pimping in my blood, tell doc to check my pulse\n  They knew that was K.Dot the gemini, with another cut like a Samurai\n  Anything else is uncivilized\n  Fucker\n"}]