[{"id":29360193,"name":"Black Togetha Again","trackName":"Black Togetha Again","artistName":"King T","albumName":"Tha Triflin’ Album","duration":229.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And that's how we do it\nSmokin' them motherfuckers\n\nNo justice, no peace then, Mr. Policeman\nSave a life for your kids and your wife\nNo mo' donuts or coffee\nAnd I'll be back once I get up off these concrete streets\nAnd for (censored) dope and I'm mad as fuck\nI'm on the roof tryin' to duck from the pigs 'cause they suck\nPick 'em off one by one 'cause they all got a strap\nTryin' to beat us with the stick and the gat\nLookin' at the news and now I see pals caught\nAnd coon's terms comin' up sooner than he thought\nIt might be at a stop light or maybe at the station\nEither way it go I'm still makin' bacon\nStuff him with an apple in his mouth, make sure he's gaffled\nTie his ass up and bring him back to my castle\nThrow him in the dungeon, leave his badge and his gun\nIn the car, turn it upside down, burn it up\nAnd let it blaze, all I got left is one gauge\nI slung all the ones that I brung from the gun store\nI gotta get at least three more\nAnd I could give a fuck what you think I got 'em for\n\nBut yo, Threat, hold up, hold up\nGet Bro and yo, grab that TV right there\nHold up, hold up, hold up, hold up\n\nAnd all the King's hoes, and all the King's men\nGon' try to put this shit black together again, come on\n\nWell if it wasn't for niggas like us, y'all wouldn't make shit\nFrom us, there is no protection\n\nTwelve whites on a black, what's next?\nPull a man out his truck and get stretched\nI got a grudge with the judge\n'Cause he don't show no love for chocolate fudge\nHe only likes vanilla, huh\nBut we do all the work like Cinderella\nAnd I'll be damned if I get paid at a minimum wage\nWhile they afford to eat like a smorgasbord feast\nAnd leave us here down in the dumps\nThe place where Donald Trump would get his ass jumped\nSlavin' at Mickey D's for four bucks and a quarter\nAnd can't afford a Big Mac with a soda\nThe biggest crooks, the biggest thugs there ever was\nWas the ones that they vote for and hope for, for\nQuicker than a zig zag, they got big bags\nFilled up to the ceilin', now who's doin' the killin'?\nThen they point the finger at the young male black\nWorkin' two jobs so he gotta sell crack\n\nSo all the King's hoes, and all the King's men\nGon' try to put this shit black together again, come on\n\nNew had been convicted of the voluntary\nManslaughter of a black teenager, Latasha Harlins\nFirst fought with New over an accusation of shoplifting\nThen, New shot Harlins to death\nHow the hell you gon' fight behind his back?\nHad the defendant been a black woman\nAnd had the victim been an Asian adolescent\nThe result would have been absolutely the same\nExcept you wouldn't have had the public resorting to the streets\nFrom us, there is no protection\n\nLet's do it like the Wild Wild West\nTake off your holster and your gat and let's scrap\nBut Porky the Pig don't wanna get 'em up\nUnless he got your hands in some cuffs\nWill I break the law if I break your jaw?\nTurn around, take two steps and draw\nAnd make sure your blaster kill, huh\n'Cause I came to get busy for real\nSo when you jump in my fo'\nMake sure you slam the do'\nAnd no bullshit on my flo'\n\n'Cause all the King's hoes, and all the King's men\nHelp put this shit black together again, and I'm Audi\n\nDid you hear that?\nDid your old black mammy teach you to talk like that?\nWell, uh, that was one of them bad, no good niggas\nWe been tryin' to catch up with him for a long time\nWell if it wasn't for niggas like us, y'all wouldn't make shit\nFrom us, there is no protection","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Black Togetha Again\n  artist: King T\n  album: Tha Triflin’ Album\n  duration_ms: 229000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  And that's how we do it\n  Smokin' them motherfuckers\n\n  No justice, no peace then, Mr. Policeman\n  Save a life for your kids and your wife\n  No mo' donuts or coffee\n  And I'll be back once I get up off these concrete streets\n  And for (censored) dope and I'm mad as fuck\n  I'm on the roof tryin' to duck from the pigs 'cause they suck\n  Pick 'em off one by one 'cause they all got a strap\n  Tryin' to beat us with the stick and the gat\n  Lookin' at the news and now I see pals caught\n  And coon's terms comin' up sooner than he thought\n  It might be at a stop light or maybe at the station\n  Either way it go I'm still makin' bacon\n  Stuff him with an apple in his mouth, make sure he's gaffled\n  Tie his ass up and bring him back to my castle\n  Throw him in the dungeon, leave his badge and his gun\n  In the car, turn it upside down, burn it up\n  And let it blaze, all I got left is one gauge\n  I slung all the ones that I brung from the gun store\n  I gotta get at least three more\n  And I could give a fuck what you think I got 'em for\n\n  But yo, Threat, hold up, hold up\n  Get Bro and yo, grab that TV right there\n  Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up\n\n  And all the King's hoes, and all the King's men\n  Gon' try to put this shit black together again, come on\n\n  Well if it wasn't for niggas like us, y'all wouldn't make shit\n  From us, there is no protection\n\n  Twelve whites on a black, what's next?\n  Pull a man out his truck and get stretched\n  I got a grudge with the judge\n  'Cause he don't show no love for chocolate fudge\n  He only likes vanilla, huh\n  But we do all the work like Cinderella\n  And I'll be damned if I get paid at a minimum wage\n  While they afford to eat like a smorgasbord feast\n  And leave us here down in the dumps\n  The place where Donald Trump would get his ass jumped\n  Slavin' at Mickey D's for four bucks and a quarter\n  And can't afford a Big Mac with a soda\n  The biggest crooks, the biggest thugs there ever was\n  Was the ones that they vote for and hope for, for\n  Quicker than a zig zag, they got big bags\n  Filled up to the ceilin', now who's doin' the killin'?\n  Then they point the finger at the young male black\n  Workin' two jobs so he gotta sell crack\n\n  So all the King's hoes, and all the King's men\n  Gon' try to put this shit black together again, come on\n\n  New had been convicted of the voluntary\n  Manslaughter of a black teenager, Latasha Harlins\n  First fought with New over an accusation of shoplifting\n  Then, New shot Harlins to death\n  How the hell you gon' fight behind his back?\n  Had the defendant been a black woman\n  And had the victim been an Asian adolescent\n  The result would have been absolutely the same\n  Except you wouldn't have had the public resorting to the streets\n  From us, there is no protection\n\n  Let's do it like the Wild Wild West\n  Take off your holster and your gat and let's scrap\n  But Porky the Pig don't wanna get 'em up\n  Unless he got your hands in some cuffs\n  Will I break the law if I break your jaw?\n  Turn around, take two steps and draw\n  And make sure your blaster kill, huh\n  'Cause I came to get busy for real\n  So when you jump in my fo'\n  Make sure you slam the do'\n  And no bullshit on my flo'\n\n  'Cause all the King's hoes, and all the King's men\n  Help put this shit black together again, and I'm Audi\n\n  Did you hear that?\n  Did your old black mammy teach you to talk like that?\n  Well, uh, that was one of them bad, no good niggas\n  We been tryin' to catch up with him for a long time\n  Well if it wasn't for niggas like us, y'all wouldn't make shit\n  From us, there is no protection\n"}]