[{"id":38331457,"name":"The Knoc","trackName":"The Knoc","artistName":"Knoc-Turn'al","albumName":"L.a. Confidential Presents: Knoc-Turn'al","duration":260.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What's what? What's what?\nGet off me\n\nI pull quick, it's useless, I'm fully clipped\nSix-fo', fully dipped, gold chrome whip\nWith three freaks and full hips with firm tits\n\nYeah, we fully chipped, been on gangsta shit\nSince foolish, jump off two-fifths\nWho make hits? Dre, who? We be awkward\n\nWest Coast parties don't stop\nWho drop head boppers?\n\nThe head doctor, bed rocker\n\nPolice pursue me in squad cars and helicopters\nCheckin' lockers, Mexican connect to play soccer\nPH's and cock blockers, ho hoppers\nWe's niggas is off the rocker\nSippin' cranberry juice on rocks with vodka\nWith 'Pac and Poppa and Redd Foxx's doctor (for real?)\nTakin' names and you takin' orders\nYou fake your name and it all up on ya\nNigga, that's California\nPalm trees and six-threes on D's\nRims are dipped to make the spokes golder\nSlangin' boulders, thought I told ya\nTrue soldiers, comin' from the motherfuckin' shoulders\n\nWhoop, take it easy\n'Cause it's the motherfuckin' Knoc\nHotter than your block full of motherfuckin' cops\nBow down when you see me\nKnoc the truth, best believe it\nTake it easy\n'Cause it's the motherfuckin' Knoc\nHotter than a freak who givin' head who won't stop\nBow down when you pass through\nKnoc-Turn'al, goddamn you\n\nWhat's the difference between us?\nNaw, not that again\nNew thoughts and new cars and new broads\nAnd new thongs on Crenshaw Boulevard\nLine 'em up at the bar, girl, you know who we are\nHip-hop superstars, roll deep?\nNaw, we roll hard and deep\nBogart, yo, peep\nGet the fuck off my street\nGet your motherfuckin' ass beat\nL.A., Compton, Long Beach\nWhoopty-whoop, nigga, what?\nI don't give a fuck\nHustlers, hood rats, sick ass thugs\nCrips and Bloods\nAll my real niggas raise it up, nothin' but dubs\nYou got a sack, nigga, what? Blaze it up\n\nWhoop, take it easy\n'Cause it's the motherfuckin' Knoc\nHotter than your block full of motherfuckin' cops\nBow down when you see me\nKnoc the truth, best believe it\nTake it easy\n'Cause it's the motherfuckin' Knoc\nHotter than a freak who givin' head who won't stop\nBow down when you pass through\nKnoc-Turn'al, goddamn you\n\nBitch, you ain't 'bout shit\nMy bad, turn off the lights\nDon't trip, givin' niggas the mack right\nIn that light, you might lick balls tonight\nGirls all pause? Hell naw\nGirls drop drawers on sight\nDo drugs, shroom cups, smoke bud all night\nThat's right, I like it\nBi-sexual women, fuck dykes\nSuck dick? No, but your father might\nFuckin' hermaphrodite\nDuck the IRS, fuckin' Howard Stern's wife\nIn traffic, bitch gave me head in real life\nL.A. city lights, C-A, get it right\nWest Coast on the grind\nThese niggas done lost they minds\nStraight loungin' in the sunshine\nHere's one thing you bitch niggas must know\nFuck you, please believe that, and I mean that\n\nTake it easy\n'Cause it's the motherfuckin' Knoc\nHotter than your block full of motherfuckin' cops\nBow down when you see me\nKnoc the truth, best believe it\nTake it easy\n'Cause it's the motherfuckin' Knoc\nHotter than a freak who givin' head who won't stop\nBow down when you pass through\nKnoc-Turn'al, goddamn you","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The Knoc\n artist: Knoc-Turn'al\n album: 'L.a. Confidential Presents: Knoc-Turn''al'\n duration_ms: 260000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n What's what? What's what?\n Get off me\n\n I pull quick, it's useless, I'm fully clipped\n Six-fo', fully dipped, gold chrome whip\n With three freaks and full hips with firm tits\n\n Yeah, we fully chipped, been on gangsta shit\n Since foolish, jump off two-fifths\n Who make hits? Dre, who? We be awkward\n\n West Coast parties don't stop\n Who drop head boppers?\n\n The head doctor, bed rocker\n\n Police pursue me in squad cars and helicopters\n Checkin' lockers, Mexican connect to play soccer\n PH's and cock blockers, ho hoppers\n We's niggas is off the rocker\n Sippin' cranberry juice on rocks with vodka\n With 'Pac and Poppa and Redd Foxx's doctor (for real?)\n Takin' names and you takin' orders\n You fake your name and it all up on ya\n Nigga, that's California\n Palm trees and six-threes on D's\n Rims are dipped to make the spokes golder\n Slangin' boulders, thought I told ya\n True soldiers, comin' from the motherfuckin' shoulders\n\n Whoop, take it easy\n 'Cause it's the motherfuckin' Knoc\n Hotter than your block full of motherfuckin' cops\n Bow down when you see me\n Knoc the truth, best believe it\n Take it easy\n 'Cause it's the motherfuckin' Knoc\n Hotter than a freak who givin' head who won't stop\n Bow down when you pass through\n Knoc-Turn'al, goddamn you\n\n What's the difference between us?\n Naw, not that again\n New thoughts and new cars and new broads\n And new thongs on Crenshaw Boulevard\n Line 'em up at the bar, girl, you know who we are\n Hip-hop superstars, roll deep?\n Naw, we roll hard and deep\n Bogart, yo, peep\n Get the fuck off my street\n Get your motherfuckin' ass beat\n L.A., Compton, Long Beach\n Whoopty-whoop, nigga, what?\n I don't give a fuck\n Hustlers, hood rats, sick ass thugs\n Crips and Bloods\n All my real niggas raise it up, nothin' but dubs\n You got a sack, nigga, what? Blaze it up\n\n Whoop, take it easy\n 'Cause it's the motherfuckin' Knoc\n Hotter than your block full of motherfuckin' cops\n Bow down when you see me\n Knoc the truth, best believe it\n Take it easy\n 'Cause it's the motherfuckin' Knoc\n Hotter than a freak who givin' head who won't stop\n Bow down when you pass through\n Knoc-Turn'al, goddamn you\n\n Bitch, you ain't 'bout shit\n My bad, turn off the lights\n Don't trip, givin' niggas the mack right\n In that light, you might lick balls tonight\n Girls all pause? Hell naw\n Girls drop drawers on sight\n Do drugs, shroom cups, smoke bud all night\n That's right, I like it\n Bi-sexual women, fuck dykes\n Suck dick? No, but your father might\n Fuckin' hermaphrodite\n Duck the IRS, fuckin' Howard Stern's wife\n In traffic, bitch gave me head in real life\n L.A. city lights, C-A, get it right\n West Coast on the grind\n These niggas done lost they minds\n Straight loungin' in the sunshine\n Here's one thing you bitch niggas must know\n Fuck you, please believe that, and I mean that\n\n Take it easy\n 'Cause it's the motherfuckin' Knoc\n Hotter than your block full of motherfuckin' cops\n Bow down when you see me\n Knoc the truth, best believe it\n Take it easy\n 'Cause it's the motherfuckin' Knoc\n Hotter than a freak who givin' head who won't stop\n Bow down when you pass through\n Knoc-Turn'al, goddamn you\n"},{"id":22699400,"name":"The Knoc (feat. Dr. Dre & Missy Elliott)","trackName":"The Knoc (feat. Dr. Dre & Missy Elliott)","artistName":"Knoc-Turn'al","albumName":"LA Confidential Presents Knoc-Turn'al","duration":250.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Whatchu want?\nWhatchu want?\nGet off me\nI pull quick, it's useless, I'm fully clipped, 6 fo' fully dipped\nThrow chrome whip with three freaks and full hips with firm tits\nYeah, we fully chipped, been on gangsta shit\nIt's ruthless, drunk off two fifths\nWho make hits? Who we wit?\nWestcoast parties don't stop\nWho drop head-boppers?\nThe head doctor, bed-rocker\nPolice pursue me in squad cars and helicopters\nCheckin' lockers, Mexican connect to play soccer\nPH's and cockblockers\nHo-hoppers, weez niggaz is off the rocker\nSippin cranberry juice on rocks with vodka\nWith 'Pac and Poppa, and Redd Fox's doctor\nTakin' names and takin' orders\nYa fake ya name and I'm all up on ya\nNigga that's California, palm trees and 6-3's on deez\nRims dip to make the spokes gold-a\nSlangin' boulders, thought I told ya\nTrue soldiers comin' from the motherfuckin' shoulders\nTake it easy\n'Cuz it's the motherfuckin' knoc\nHotter than yo' block fulla motherfuckin' cops\nBow down when ya see me\nKnoc the truth best believe it\nTake it easy\n'Cuz it's the motherfuckin' knoc\nHotter than a freak who givin' head who won't stop\nBow down when ya pass thru\nKnoc turn'al god damn you\nWhat's the difference between us? Nah, not that again\nNew songs and new cars and new broads and new thongs\nOn Crenshaw Boulevard, line 'em up at the bar\nGirl you know who we are, hip-hop superstars\nRoll deep, nah, we roll hard and deep\nBogart yo beef get the fuck off my street\nGetcha motherfuckin' ass beat\nL.A., Compton, long beach, whooptie whoop nigga what?\nI don't give a fuck\nHustlers, hood-rats, sick-ass thugs, crips and bloods\nHell nigga, all my real niggaz raise it up\nNuttin' but dubs, you got a sack, nigga what? Blaze it up\nTake it easy\n'Cuz it's the motherfuckin' knoc\nHotter than yo' block fulla motherfuckin' cops\nBow down when ya see me\nKnoc the truth best believe it\nTake it easy\n'Cuz it's the motherfuckin' knoc\nHotter than a freak who givin' head who won't stop\nBow down when ya pass thru\nKnoc turn'al god damn you\nBitch, you ain't 'bout shit, my bad\nTurn off the lights, don't trip\nGive a nig' some ack right and act like\nYou might lick balls tonight\nGirls all pause, hell nah, girls drop draws on site\nDo drugs, shroom cups, smoke bud, all night\nThat's right, I like bisexual women, fuck dykes\nSuck dick, no, but your father might\nFuckin' hermaphrodite\nDuck the IRS, fuckin' Howard Stern's wife\nIn traffic, bitch gave me head in real life\nL.A. city lights, C.A. get it right\nWestcoast on the grind, these niggaz done lost they minds\nStraight loungin' in the sunshine\nHere's one thing you bitch niggaz must know\nFuck you, please believe that and I mean that\nTake it easy\n'Cuz it's the motherfuckin' knoc\nHotter than yo' block fulla motherfuckin' cops\nBow down when ya see me\nKnoc the truth best believe it\nTake it easy\n'Cuz it's the motherfuckin' knoc\nHotter than a freak who givin' head who won't stop\nBow down when ya pass thru\nKnoc turn'al god damn you","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.48] Whatchu want?\n[00:03.67] Whatchu want?\n[00:07.55] Get off me\n[00:12.97] I pull quick, it's useless, I'm fully clipped, 6 fo' fully dipped\n[00:25.62] Throw chrome whip with three freaks and full hips with firm tits\n[00:29.67] Yeah, we fully chipped, been on gangsta shit\n[00:32.29] It's ruthless, drunk off two fifths\n[00:34.46] Who make hits? Who we wit?\n[00:36.36] Westcoast parties don't stop\n[00:38.94] Who drop head-boppers?\n[00:41.15] The head doctor, bed-rocker\n[00:42.20] Police pursue me in squad cars and helicopters\n[00:46.09] Checkin' lockers, Mexican connect to play soccer\n[00:48.24] PH's and cockblockers\n[00:50.09] Ho-hoppers, weez niggaz is off the rocker\n[00:53.14] Sippin cranberry juice on rocks with vodka\n[00:56.29] With 'Pac and Poppa, and Redd Fox's doctor\n[00:59.32] Takin' names and takin' orders\n[01:01.86] Ya fake ya name and I'm all up on ya\n[01:03.85] Nigga that's California, palm trees and 6-3's on deez\n[01:08.27] Rims dip to make the spokes gold-a\n[01:10.73] Slangin' boulders, thought I told ya\n[01:12.76] True soldiers comin' from the motherfuckin' shoulders\n[01:14.83] Take it easy\n[01:16.62] 'Cuz it's the motherfuckin' knoc\n[01:18.95] Hotter than yo' block fulla motherfuckin' cops\n[01:21.60] Bow down when ya see me\n[01:24.01] Knoc the truth best believe it\n[01:26.51] Take it easy\n[01:27.63] 'Cuz it's the motherfuckin' knoc\n[01:29.93] Hotter than a freak who givin' head who won't stop\n[01:32.59] Bow down when ya pass thru\n[01:35.19] Knoc turn'al god damn you\n[01:36.78] What's the difference between us? Nah, not that again\n[01:39.36] New songs and new cars and new broads and new thongs\n[01:41.51] On Crenshaw Boulevard, line 'em up at the bar\n[01:44.24] Girl you know who we are, hip-hop superstars\n[01:47.24] Roll deep, nah, we roll hard and deep\n[01:49.76] Bogart yo beef get the fuck off my street\n[01:52.50] Getcha motherfuckin' ass beat\n[01:54.29] L.A., Compton, long beach, whooptie whoop nigga what?\n[01:57.50] I don't give a fuck\n[01:59.29] Hustlers, hood-rats, sick-ass thugs, crips and bloods\n[02:03.06] Hell nigga, all my real niggaz raise it up\n[02:05.55] Nuttin' but dubs, you got a sack, nigga what? Blaze it up\n[02:08.40] Take it easy\n[02:10.20] 'Cuz it's the motherfuckin' knoc\n[02:12.53] Hotter than yo' block fulla motherfuckin' cops\n[02:15.31] Bow down when ya see me\n[02:17.56] Knoc the truth best believe it\n[02:19.30] Take it easy\n[02:20.87] 'Cuz it's the motherfuckin' knoc\n[02:23.29] Hotter than a freak who givin' head who won't stop\n[02:25.84] Bow down when ya pass thru\n[02:28.11] Knoc turn'al god damn you\n[02:30.32] Bitch, you ain't 'bout shit, my bad\n[02:33.10] Turn off the lights, don't trip\n[02:34.61] Give a nig' some ack right and act like\n[02:36.32] You might lick balls tonight\n[02:39.50] Girls all pause, hell nah, girls drop draws on site\n[02:43.13] Do drugs, shroom cups, smoke bud, all night\n[02:46.45] That's right, I like bisexual women, fuck dykes\n[02:50.00] Suck dick, no, but your father might\n[02:52.62] Fuckin' hermaphrodite\n[02:54.53] Duck the IRS, fuckin' Howard Stern's wife\n[02:56.66] In traffic, bitch gave me head in real life\n[02:59.53] L.A. city lights, C.A. get it right\n[03:02.17] Westcoast on the grind, these niggaz done lost they minds\n[03:05.31] Straight loungin' in the sunshine\n[03:07.69] Here's one thing you bitch niggaz must know\n[03:09.96] Fuck you, please believe that and I mean that\n[03:12.59] Take it easy\n[03:14.49] 'Cuz it's the motherfuckin' knoc\n[03:16.76] Hotter than yo' block fulla motherfuckin' cops\n[03:19.24] Bow down when ya see me\n[03:21.84] Knoc the truth best believe it\n[03:24.04] Take it easy\n[03:25.05] 'Cuz it's the motherfuckin' knoc\n[03:26.99] Hotter than a freak who givin' head who won't stop\n[03:30.04] Bow down when ya pass thru\n[03:32.71] Knoc turn'al god damn you\n[03:34.48] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The Knoc (feat. Dr. Dre & Missy Elliott)\n artist: Knoc-Turn'al\n album: LA Confidential Presents Knoc-Turn'al\n duration_ms: 250000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Whatchu want?\n start_ms: 1480\n end_ms: 3670\n- text: Whatchu want?\n start_ms: 3670\n end_ms: 7550\n- text: Get off me\n start_ms: 7550\n end_ms: 12970\n- text: I pull quick, it's useless, I'm fully clipped, 6 fo' fully dipped\n start_ms: 12970\n end_ms: 25620\n- text: Throw chrome whip with three freaks and full hips with firm tits\n start_ms: 25620\n end_ms: 29670\n- text: Yeah, we fully chipped, been on gangsta shit\n start_ms: 29670\n end_ms: 32290\n- text: It's ruthless, drunk off two fifths\n start_ms: 32290\n end_ms: 34460\n- text: Who make hits? Who we wit?\n start_ms: 34460\n end_ms: 36360\n- text: Westcoast parties don't stop\n start_ms: 36360\n end_ms: 38940\n- text: Who drop head-boppers?\n start_ms: 38940\n end_ms: 41150\n- text: The head doctor, bed-rocker\n start_ms: 41150\n end_ms: 42200\n- text: Police pursue me in squad cars and helicopters\n start_ms: 42200\n end_ms: 46090\n- text: Checkin' lockers, Mexican connect to play soccer\n start_ms: 46090\n end_ms: 48240\n- text: PH's and cockblockers\n start_ms: 48240\n end_ms: 50090\n- text: Ho-hoppers, weez niggaz is off the rocker\n start_ms: 50090\n end_ms: 53140\n- text: Sippin cranberry juice on rocks with vodka\n start_ms: 53140\n end_ms: 56290\n- text: With 'Pac and Poppa, and Redd Fox's doctor\n start_ms: 56290\n end_ms: 59320\n- text: Takin' names and takin' orders\n start_ms: 59320\n end_ms: 61860\n- text: Ya fake ya name and I'm all up on ya\n start_ms: 61860\n end_ms: 63850\n- text: Nigga that's California, palm trees and 6-3's on deez\n start_ms: 63850\n end_ms: 68270\n- text: Rims dip to make the spokes gold-a\n start_ms: 68270\n end_ms: 70730\n- text: Slangin' boulders, thought I told ya\n start_ms: 70730\n end_ms: 72760\n- text: True soldiers comin' from the motherfuckin' shoulders\n start_ms: 72760\n end_ms: 74830\n- text: Take it easy\n start_ms: 74830\n end_ms: 76620\n- text: '''Cuz it''s the motherfuckin'' knoc'\n start_ms: 76620\n end_ms: 78950\n- text: Hotter than yo' block fulla motherfuckin' cops\n start_ms: 78950\n end_ms: 81600\n- text: Bow down when ya see me\n start_ms: 81600\n end_ms: 84010\n- text: Knoc the truth best believe it\n start_ms: 84010\n end_ms: 86510\n- text: Take it easy\n start_ms: 86510\n end_ms: 87630\n- text: '''Cuz it''s the motherfuckin'' knoc'\n start_ms: 87630\n end_ms: 89930\n- text: Hotter than a freak who givin' head who won't stop\n start_ms: 89930\n end_ms: 92590\n- text: Bow down when ya pass thru\n start_ms: 92590\n end_ms: 95190\n- text: Knoc turn'al god damn you\n start_ms: 95190\n end_ms: 96780\n- text: What's the difference between us? Nah, not that again\n start_ms: 96780\n end_ms: 99360\n- text: New songs and new cars and new broads and new thongs\n start_ms: 99360\n end_ms: 101510\n- text: On Crenshaw Boulevard, line 'em up at the bar\n start_ms: 101510\n end_ms: 104240\n- text: Girl you know who we are, hip-hop superstars\n start_ms: 104240\n end_ms: 107240\n- text: Roll deep, nah, we roll hard and deep\n start_ms: 107240\n end_ms: 109760\n- text: Bogart yo beef get the fuck off my street\n start_ms: 109760\n end_ms: 112500\n- text: Getcha motherfuckin' ass beat\n start_ms: 112500\n end_ms: 114290\n- text: L.A., Compton, long beach, whooptie whoop nigga what?\n start_ms: 114290\n end_ms: 117500\n- text: I don't give a fuck\n start_ms: 117500\n end_ms: 119290\n- text: Hustlers, hood-rats, sick-ass thugs, crips and bloods\n start_ms: 119290\n end_ms: 123060\n- text: Hell nigga, all my real niggaz raise it up\n start_ms: 123060\n end_ms: 125550\n- text: Nuttin' but dubs, you got a sack, nigga what? Blaze it up\n start_ms: 125550\n end_ms: 128400\n- text: Take it easy\n start_ms: 128400\n end_ms: 130200\n- text: '''Cuz it''s the motherfuckin'' knoc'\n start_ms: 130200\n end_ms: 132530\n- text: Hotter than yo' block fulla motherfuckin' cops\n start_ms: 132530\n end_ms: 135310\n- text: Bow down when ya see me\n start_ms: 135310\n end_ms: 137560\n- text: Knoc the truth best believe it\n start_ms: 137560\n end_ms: 139300\n- text: Take it easy\n start_ms: 139300\n end_ms: 140870\n- text: '''Cuz it''s the motherfuckin'' knoc'\n start_ms: 140870\n end_ms: 143290\n- text: Hotter than a freak who givin' head who won't stop\n start_ms: 143290\n end_ms: 145840\n- text: Bow down when ya pass thru\n start_ms: 145840\n end_ms: 148110\n- text: Knoc turn'al god damn you\n start_ms: 148110\n end_ms: 150320\n- text: Bitch, you ain't 'bout shit, my bad\n start_ms: 150320\n end_ms: 153100\n- text: Turn off the lights, don't trip\n start_ms: 153100\n end_ms: 154610\n- text: Give a nig' some ack right and act like\n start_ms: 154610\n end_ms: 156320\n- text: You might lick balls tonight\n start_ms: 156320\n end_ms: 159500\n- text: Girls all pause, hell nah, girls drop draws on site\n start_ms: 159500\n end_ms: 163130\n- text: Do drugs, shroom cups, smoke bud, all night\n start_ms: 163130\n end_ms: 166450\n- text: That's right, I like bisexual women, fuck dykes\n start_ms: 166450\n end_ms: 170000\n- text: Suck dick, no, but your father might\n start_ms: 170000\n end_ms: 172620\n- text: Fuckin' hermaphrodite\n start_ms: 172620\n end_ms: 174530\n- text: Duck the IRS, fuckin' Howard Stern's wife\n start_ms: 174530\n end_ms: 176660\n- text: In traffic, bitch gave me head in real life\n start_ms: 176660\n end_ms: 179530\n- text: L.A. city lights, C.A. get it right\n start_ms: 179530\n end_ms: 182170\n- text: Westcoast on the grind, these niggaz done lost they minds\n start_ms: 182170\n end_ms: 185310\n- text: Straight loungin' in the sunshine\n start_ms: 185310\n end_ms: 187690\n- text: Here's one thing you bitch niggaz must know\n start_ms: 187690\n end_ms: 189960\n- text: Fuck you, please believe that and I mean that\n start_ms: 189960\n end_ms: 192590\n- text: Take it easy\n start_ms: 192590\n end_ms: 194490\n- text: '''Cuz it''s the motherfuckin'' knoc'\n start_ms: 194490\n end_ms: 196760\n- text: Hotter than yo' block fulla motherfuckin' cops\n start_ms: 196760\n end_ms: 199240\n- text: Bow down when ya see me\n start_ms: 199240\n end_ms: 201840\n- text: Knoc the truth best believe it\n start_ms: 201840\n end_ms: 204040\n- text: Take it easy\n start_ms: 204040\n end_ms: 205050\n- text: '''Cuz it''s the motherfuckin'' knoc'\n start_ms: 205050\n end_ms: 206990\n- text: Hotter than a freak who givin' head who won't stop\n start_ms: 206990\n end_ms: 210040\n- text: Bow down when ya pass thru\n start_ms: 210040\n end_ms: 212710\n- text: Knoc turn'al god damn you\n start_ms: 212710\n end_ms: 214480\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 214480\nplain: |-\n Whatchu want?\n Whatchu want?\n Get off me\n I pull quick, it's useless, I'm fully clipped, 6 fo' fully dipped\n Throw chrome whip with three freaks and full hips with firm tits\n Yeah, we fully chipped, been on gangsta shit\n It's ruthless, drunk off two fifths\n Who make hits? Who we wit?\n Westcoast parties don't stop\n Who drop head-boppers?\n The head doctor, bed-rocker\n Police pursue me in squad cars and helicopters\n Checkin' lockers, Mexican connect to play soccer\n PH's and cockblockers\n Ho-hoppers, weez niggaz is off the rocker\n Sippin cranberry juice on rocks with vodka\n With 'Pac and Poppa, and Redd Fox's doctor\n Takin' names and takin' orders\n Ya fake ya name and I'm all up on ya\n Nigga that's California, palm trees and 6-3's on deez\n Rims dip to make the spokes gold-a\n Slangin' boulders, thought I told ya\n True soldiers comin' from the motherfuckin' shoulders\n Take it easy\n 'Cuz it's the motherfuckin' knoc\n Hotter than yo' block fulla motherfuckin' cops\n Bow down when ya see me\n Knoc the truth best believe it\n Take it easy\n 'Cuz it's the motherfuckin' knoc\n Hotter than a freak who givin' head who won't stop\n Bow down when ya pass thru\n Knoc turn'al god damn you\n What's the difference between us? Nah, not that again\n New songs and new cars and new broads and new thongs\n On Crenshaw Boulevard, line 'em up at the bar\n Girl you know who we are, hip-hop superstars\n Roll deep, nah, we roll hard and deep\n Bogart yo beef get the fuck off my street\n Getcha motherfuckin' ass beat\n L.A., Compton, long beach, whooptie whoop nigga what?\n I don't give a fuck\n Hustlers, hood-rats, sick-ass thugs, crips and bloods\n Hell nigga, all my real niggaz raise it up\n Nuttin' but dubs, you got a sack, nigga what? Blaze it up\n Take it easy\n 'Cuz it's the motherfuckin' knoc\n Hotter than yo' block fulla motherfuckin' cops\n Bow down when ya see me\n Knoc the truth best believe it\n Take it easy\n 'Cuz it's the motherfuckin' knoc\n Hotter than a freak who givin' head who won't stop\n Bow down when ya pass thru\n Knoc turn'al god damn you\n Bitch, you ain't 'bout shit, my bad\n Turn off the lights, don't trip\n Give a nig' some ack right and act like\n You might lick balls tonight\n Girls all pause, hell nah, girls drop draws on site\n Do drugs, shroom cups, smoke bud, all night\n That's right, I like bisexual women, fuck dykes\n Suck dick, no, but your father might\n Fuckin' hermaphrodite\n Duck the IRS, fuckin' Howard Stern's wife\n In traffic, bitch gave me head in real life\n L.A. city lights, C.A. get it right\n Westcoast on the grind, these niggaz done lost they minds\n Straight loungin' in the sunshine\n Here's one thing you bitch niggaz must know\n Fuck you, please believe that and I mean that\n Take it easy\n 'Cuz it's the motherfuckin' knoc\n Hotter than yo' block fulla motherfuckin' cops\n Bow down when ya see me\n Knoc the truth best believe it\n Take it easy\n 'Cuz it's the motherfuckin' knoc\n Hotter than a freak who givin' head who won't stop\n Bow down when ya pass thru\n Knoc turn'al god damn you\n"},{"id":32736212,"name":"The Knoc","trackName":"The Knoc","artistName":"Knoc-Turn'Al feat. Dr. Dre & Missy Elliott","albumName":"L.A. Confidential Presents Knoc-Turn'Al","duration":264.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I pull quick, it's useless\nI'm fully clipped, 6 fo' fully dipped\nThrow chrome whip with three freaks and full hips with firm tits\n\nYeah we fully chipped, been on gangsta shit\nIt's ruthless, drunk off two fifths\nWho make hits? (Dre)\n\nWho we wit? (Knoc)\nWestcoast parties don't stop\n\nWho drop head-boppers? (The head doctor, bed-rocker)\nPolice pursue me in squad cars and helicopters\nCheckin lockers, Mexican connect to play soccer\nPH's and cockblockers\nHo-hoppers, weez niggas is off the rocker\nSippin cranberry juice on rocks with vodka\nWith 'Pac and Poppa, and Redd Foxx's doctor (for real?)\nTakin names and takin orders\nYa fake ya name, and I'm all up on ya\nNigga that's Cali-fornia\nPalm trees and 6-3's on deez\nRims dip to make the spokes gold-a\nSlangin boulders, thought I told ya\nTrue soldiers, comin from the motherfuckin shoulders (WOOP!)\n\nTake it ea-say! (ea-say)\n\nCuz it's the motherfuckin KNOC!\nHotter than yo' block fulla motherfuckin COPS!\nBow down when ya see me!\nKnoc the truth best believe it!\nTake it ea-say! (ea-say)\nCuz it's the motherfuckin KNOC!\nHotter than a freak who givin head who won't STOP!\nBow down when ya pass thru!\nKnoc-turn'al God damn you!\n\nWhat's the difference between us? (Nah not that again)\nNew songs, and new cars, and new broads, and new thongs\nOn Crenshaw Boulevard - Line 'em up at the bar\nGirl you know who we are, hip-hop superstars\nRoll deep? Nah, we roll hard and deep\nBogart yo beef get the fuck off my street\nGetcha motherfuckin ass beat\nL.A., Compton, Long Beach, whooptie-whoop nigga what?\nI don't give a fuck\nHustlers, hood-rats, sick-ass thugs - Crips and Bloods\n(Hell nigg-uh!) All my real niggas raise it up\nNuttin but dubs, you got a sack, nigga what?\nBlaze it up\n\nBitch you ain't 'bout shit, my bad\nTurn off the lights, don't trip\nGive a nig' some ack right and act like.\nYou might. lick balls tonight\nGirls all pause, hell nah, girls drop draws on site\nDo drugs, shroom cups, smoke bud, all night\nThat's right, I like. bi-sexual women, fuck dykes\nSuck dick? No, but your father might\nFuckin hermaphrodite!\nDuck the IRS, fuckin Howard Stern's wife\nIn traffic, bitch gave me head in real life\nL.A. city lights, C.A. get it right\nWestcoast on the grind, these niggas done lost they minds\nStraight loungin in the sunshine\nHere's one thing you bitch niggas must know\nFuck you! Please believe that, and I mean that","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The Knoc\n artist: Knoc-Turn'Al feat. Dr. Dre & Missy Elliott\n album: L.A. Confidential Presents Knoc-Turn'Al\n duration_ms: 264000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I pull quick, it's useless\n I'm fully clipped, 6 fo' fully dipped\n Throw chrome whip with three freaks and full hips with firm tits\n\n Yeah we fully chipped, been on gangsta shit\n It's ruthless, drunk off two fifths\n Who make hits? (Dre)\n\n Who we wit? (Knoc)\n Westcoast parties don't stop\n\n Who drop head-boppers? (The head doctor, bed-rocker)\n Police pursue me in squad cars and helicopters\n Checkin lockers, Mexican connect to play soccer\n PH's and cockblockers\n Ho-hoppers, weez niggas is off the rocker\n Sippin cranberry juice on rocks with vodka\n With 'Pac and Poppa, and Redd Foxx's doctor (for real?)\n Takin names and takin orders\n Ya fake ya name, and I'm all up on ya\n Nigga that's Cali-fornia\n Palm trees and 6-3's on deez\n Rims dip to make the spokes gold-a\n Slangin boulders, thought I told ya\n True soldiers, comin from the motherfuckin shoulders (WOOP!)\n\n Take it ea-say! (ea-say)\n\n Cuz it's the motherfuckin KNOC!\n Hotter than yo' block fulla motherfuckin COPS!\n Bow down when ya see me!\n Knoc the truth best believe it!\n Take it ea-say! (ea-say)\n Cuz it's the motherfuckin KNOC!\n Hotter than a freak who givin head who won't STOP!\n Bow down when ya pass thru!\n Knoc-turn'al God damn you!\n\n What's the difference between us? (Nah not that again)\n New songs, and new cars, and new broads, and new thongs\n On Crenshaw Boulevard - Line 'em up at the bar\n Girl you know who we are, hip-hop superstars\n Roll deep? Nah, we roll hard and deep\n Bogart yo beef get the fuck off my street\n Getcha motherfuckin ass beat\n L.A., Compton, Long Beach, whooptie-whoop nigga what?\n I don't give a fuck\n Hustlers, hood-rats, sick-ass thugs - Crips and Bloods\n (Hell nigg-uh!) All my real niggas raise it up\n Nuttin but dubs, you got a sack, nigga what?\n Blaze it up\n\n Bitch you ain't 'bout shit, my bad\n Turn off the lights, don't trip\n Give a nig' some ack right and act like.\n You might. lick balls tonight\n Girls all pause, hell nah, girls drop draws on site\n Do drugs, shroom cups, smoke bud, all night\n That's right, I like. bi-sexual women, fuck dykes\n Suck dick? No, but your father might\n Fuckin hermaphrodite!\n Duck the IRS, fuckin Howard Stern's wife\n In traffic, bitch gave me head in real life\n L.A. city lights, C.A. get it right\n Westcoast on the grind, these niggas done lost they minds\n Straight loungin in the sunshine\n Here's one thing you bitch niggas must know\n Fuck you! Please believe that, and I mean that\n"},{"id":37618162,"name":"The Knoc","trackName":"The Knoc","artistName":"Knoc-Turn'al","albumName":"Knoc's Landin'","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What's what? What's what?\nGet off me\n\nI pull quick, it's useless, I'm fully clipped\nSix-fo', fully dipped, gold chrome whip\nWith three freaks and full hips with firm tits\n\nYeah, we fully chipped, been on gangsta shit\nSince foolish, jump off two-fifths\nWho make hits? Dre, who? We be awkward\n\nWest Coast parties don't stop\nWho drop head boppers?\n\nThe head doctor, bed rocker\n\nPolice pursue me in squad cars and helicopters\nCheckin' lockers, Mexican connect to play soccer\nPH's and cock blockers, ho hoppers\nWe's niggas is off the rocker\nSippin' cranberry juice on rocks with vodka\nWith 'Pac and Poppa and Redd Foxx's doctor (for real?)\nTakin' names and you takin' orders\nYou fake your name and it all up on ya\nNigga, that's California\nPalm trees and six-threes on D's\nRims are dipped to make the spokes golder\nSlangin' boulders, thought I told ya\nTrue soldiers, comin' from the motherfuckin' shoulders\n\nWhoop, take it easy\n'Cause it's the motherfuckin' Knoc\nHotter than your block full of motherfuckin' cops\nBow down when you see me\nKnoc the truth, best believe it\nTake it easy\n'Cause it's the motherfuckin' Knoc\nHotter than a freak who givin' head who won't stop\nBow down when you pass through\nKnoc-Turn'al, goddamn you\n\nWhat's the difference between us?\nNaw, not that again\nNew thoughts and new cars and new broads\nAnd new thongs on Crenshaw Boulevard\nLine 'em up at the bar, girl, you know who we are\nHip-hop superstars, roll deep?\nNaw, we roll hard and deep\nBogart, yo, peep\nGet the fuck off my street\nGet your motherfuckin' ass beat\nL.A., Compton, Long Beach\nWhoopty-whoop, nigga, what?\nI don't give a fuck\nHustlers, hood rats, sick ass thugs\nCrips and Bloods\nAll my real niggas raise it up, nothin' but dubs\nYou got a sack, nigga, what? Blaze it up\n\nWhoop, take it easy\n'Cause it's the motherfuckin' Knoc\nHotter than your block full of motherfuckin' cops\nBow down when you see me\nKnoc the truth, best believe it\nTake it easy\n'Cause it's the motherfuckin' Knoc\nHotter than a freak who givin' head who won't stop\nBow down when you pass through\nKnoc-Turn'al, goddamn you\n\nBitch, you ain't 'bout shit\nMy bad, turn off the lights\nDon't trip, givin' niggas the mack right\nIn that light, you might lick balls tonight\nGirls all pause? Hell naw\nGirls drop drawers on sight\nDo drugs, shroom cups, smoke bud all night\nThat's right, I like it\nBi-sexual women, fuck dykes\nSuck dick? No, but your father might\nFuckin' hermaphrodite\nDuck the IRS, fuckin' Howard Stern's wife\nIn traffic, bitch gave me head in real life\nL.A. city lights, C-A, get it right\nWest Coast on the grind\nThese niggas done lost they minds\nStraight loungin' in the sunshine\nHere's one thing you bitch niggas must know\nFuck you, please believe that, and I mean that\n\nTake it easy\n'Cause it's the motherfuckin' Knoc\nHotter than your block full of motherfuckin' cops\nBow down when you see me\nKnoc the truth, best believe it\nTake it easy\n'Cause it's the motherfuckin' Knoc\nHotter than a freak who givin' head who won't stop\nBow down when you pass through\nKnoc-Turn'al, goddamn you","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The Knoc\n artist: Knoc-Turn'al\n album: Knoc's Landin'\n duration_ms: 251000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n What's what? What's what?\n Get off me\n\n I pull quick, it's useless, I'm fully clipped\n Six-fo', fully dipped, gold chrome whip\n With three freaks and full hips with firm tits\n\n Yeah, we fully chipped, been on gangsta shit\n Since foolish, jump off two-fifths\n Who make hits? Dre, who? We be awkward\n\n West Coast parties don't stop\n Who drop head boppers?\n\n The head doctor, bed rocker\n\n Police pursue me in squad cars and helicopters\n Checkin' lockers, Mexican connect to play soccer\n PH's and cock blockers, ho hoppers\n We's niggas is off the rocker\n Sippin' cranberry juice on rocks with vodka\n With 'Pac and Poppa and Redd Foxx's doctor (for real?)\n Takin' names and you takin' orders\n You fake your name and it all up on ya\n Nigga, that's California\n Palm trees and six-threes on D's\n Rims are dipped to make the spokes golder\n Slangin' boulders, thought I told ya\n True soldiers, comin' from the motherfuckin' shoulders\n\n Whoop, take it easy\n 'Cause it's the motherfuckin' Knoc\n Hotter than your block full of motherfuckin' cops\n Bow down when you see me\n Knoc the truth, best believe it\n Take it easy\n 'Cause it's the motherfuckin' Knoc\n Hotter than a freak who givin' head who won't stop\n Bow down when you pass through\n Knoc-Turn'al, goddamn you\n\n What's the difference between us?\n Naw, not that again\n New thoughts and new cars and new broads\n And new thongs on Crenshaw Boulevard\n Line 'em up at the bar, girl, you know who we are\n Hip-hop superstars, roll deep?\n Naw, we roll hard and deep\n Bogart, yo, peep\n Get the fuck off my street\n Get your motherfuckin' ass beat\n L.A., Compton, Long Beach\n Whoopty-whoop, nigga, what?\n I don't give a fuck\n Hustlers, hood rats, sick ass thugs\n Crips and Bloods\n All my real niggas raise it up, nothin' but dubs\n You got a sack, nigga, what? Blaze it up\n\n Whoop, take it easy\n 'Cause it's the motherfuckin' Knoc\n Hotter than your block full of motherfuckin' cops\n Bow down when you see me\n Knoc the truth, best believe it\n Take it easy\n 'Cause it's the motherfuckin' Knoc\n Hotter than a freak who givin' head who won't stop\n Bow down when you pass through\n Knoc-Turn'al, goddamn you\n\n Bitch, you ain't 'bout shit\n My bad, turn off the lights\n Don't trip, givin' niggas the mack right\n In that light, you might lick balls tonight\n Girls all pause? Hell naw\n Girls drop drawers on sight\n Do drugs, shroom cups, smoke bud all night\n That's right, I like it\n Bi-sexual women, fuck dykes\n Suck dick? No, but your father might\n Fuckin' hermaphrodite\n Duck the IRS, fuckin' Howard Stern's wife\n In traffic, bitch gave me head in real life\n L.A. city lights, C-A, get it right\n West Coast on the grind\n These niggas done lost they minds\n Straight loungin' in the sunshine\n Here's one thing you bitch niggas must know\n Fuck you, please believe that, and I mean that\n\n Take it easy\n 'Cause it's the motherfuckin' Knoc\n Hotter than your block full of motherfuckin' cops\n Bow down when you see me\n Knoc the truth, best believe it\n Take it easy\n 'Cause it's the motherfuckin' Knoc\n Hotter than a freak who givin' head who won't stop\n Bow down when you pass through\n Knoc-Turn'al, goddamn you\n"},{"id":39163559,"name":"The Knoc","trackName":"The Knoc","artistName":"Knoc-Turn'al","albumName":"L.A. Confidential Presents...","duration":257.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What's what? What's what?\nGet off me\n\nI pull quick, it's useless, I'm fully clipped\nSix-fo', fully dipped, gold chrome whip\nWith three freaks and full hips with firm tits\n\nYeah, we fully chipped, been on gangsta shit\nSince foolish, jump off two-fifths\nWho make hits? Dre, who? We be awkward\n\nWest Coast parties don't stop\nWho drop head boppers?\n\nThe head doctor, bed rocker\n\nPolice pursue me in squad cars and helicopters\nCheckin' lockers, Mexican connect to play soccer\nPH's and cock blockers, ho hoppers\nWe's niggas is off the rocker\nSippin' cranberry juice on rocks with vodka\nWith 'Pac and Poppa and Redd Foxx's doctor (for real?)\nTakin' names and you takin' orders\nYou fake your name and it all up on ya\nNigga, that's California\nPalm trees and six-threes on D's\nRims are dipped to make the spokes golder\nSlangin' boulders, thought I told ya\nTrue soldiers, comin' from the motherfuckin' shoulders\n\nWhoop, take it easy\n'Cause it's the motherfuckin' Knoc\nHotter than your block full of motherfuckin' cops\nBow down when you see me\nKnoc the truth, best believe it\nTake it easy\n'Cause it's the motherfuckin' Knoc\nHotter than a freak who givin' head who won't stop\nBow down when you pass through\nKnoc-Turn'al, goddamn you\n\nWhat's the difference between us?\nNaw, not that again\nNew thoughts and new cars and new broads\nAnd new thongs on Crenshaw Boulevard\nLine 'em up at the bar, girl, you know who we are\nHip-hop superstars, roll deep?\nNaw, we roll hard and deep\nBogart, yo, peep\nGet the fuck off my street\nGet your motherfuckin' ass beat\nL.A., Compton, Long Beach\nWhoopty-whoop, nigga, what?\nI don't give a fuck\nHustlers, hood rats, sick ass thugs\nCrips and Bloods\nAll my real niggas raise it up, nothin' but dubs\nYou got a sack, nigga, what? Blaze it up\n\nWhoop, take it easy\n'Cause it's the motherfuckin' Knoc\nHotter than your block full of motherfuckin' cops\nBow down when you see me\nKnoc the truth, best believe it\nTake it easy\n'Cause it's the motherfuckin' Knoc\nHotter than a freak who givin' head who won't stop\nBow down when you pass through\nKnoc-Turn'al, goddamn you\n\nBitch, you ain't 'bout shit\nMy bad, turn off the lights\nDon't trip, givin' niggas the mack right\nIn that light, you might lick balls tonight\nGirls all pause? Hell naw\nGirls drop drawers on sight\nDo drugs, shroom cups, smoke bud all night\nThat's right, I like it\nBi-sexual women, fuck dykes\nSuck dick? No, but your father might\nFuckin' hermaphrodite\nDuck the IRS, fuckin' Howard Stern's wife\nIn traffic, bitch gave me head in real life\nL.A. city lights, C-A, get it right\nWest Coast on the grind\nThese niggas done lost they minds\nStraight loungin' in the sunshine\nHere's one thing you bitch niggas must know\nFuck you, please believe that, and I mean that\n\nTake it easy\n'Cause it's the motherfuckin' Knoc\nHotter than your block full of motherfuckin' cops\nBow down when you see me\nKnoc the truth, best believe it\nTake it easy\n'Cause it's the motherfuckin' Knoc\nHotter than a freak who givin' head who won't stop\nBow down when you pass through\nKnoc-Turn'al, goddamn you","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The Knoc\n artist: Knoc-Turn'al\n album: L.A. Confidential Presents...\n duration_ms: 256870\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n What's what? What's what?\n Get off me\n\n I pull quick, it's useless, I'm fully clipped\n Six-fo', fully dipped, gold chrome whip\n With three freaks and full hips with firm tits\n\n Yeah, we fully chipped, been on gangsta shit\n Since foolish, jump off two-fifths\n Who make hits? Dre, who? We be awkward\n\n West Coast parties don't stop\n Who drop head boppers?\n\n The head doctor, bed rocker\n\n Police pursue me in squad cars and helicopters\n Checkin' lockers, Mexican connect to play soccer\n PH's and cock blockers, ho hoppers\n We's niggas is off the rocker\n Sippin' cranberry juice on rocks with vodka\n With 'Pac and Poppa and Redd Foxx's doctor (for real?)\n Takin' names and you takin' orders\n You fake your name and it all up on ya\n Nigga, that's California\n Palm trees and six-threes on D's\n Rims are dipped to make the spokes golder\n Slangin' boulders, thought I told ya\n True soldiers, comin' from the motherfuckin' shoulders\n\n Whoop, take it easy\n 'Cause it's the motherfuckin' Knoc\n Hotter than your block full of motherfuckin' cops\n Bow down when you see me\n Knoc the truth, best believe it\n Take it easy\n 'Cause it's the motherfuckin' Knoc\n Hotter than a freak who givin' head who won't stop\n Bow down when you pass through\n Knoc-Turn'al, goddamn you\n\n What's the difference between us?\n Naw, not that again\n New thoughts and new cars and new broads\n And new thongs on Crenshaw Boulevard\n Line 'em up at the bar, girl, you know who we are\n Hip-hop superstars, roll deep?\n Naw, we roll hard and deep\n Bogart, yo, peep\n Get the fuck off my street\n Get your motherfuckin' ass beat\n L.A., Compton, Long Beach\n Whoopty-whoop, nigga, what?\n I don't give a fuck\n Hustlers, hood rats, sick ass thugs\n Crips and Bloods\n All my real niggas raise it up, nothin' but dubs\n You got a sack, nigga, what? Blaze it up\n\n Whoop, take it easy\n 'Cause it's the motherfuckin' Knoc\n Hotter than your block full of motherfuckin' cops\n Bow down when you see me\n Knoc the truth, best believe it\n Take it easy\n 'Cause it's the motherfuckin' Knoc\n Hotter than a freak who givin' head who won't stop\n Bow down when you pass through\n Knoc-Turn'al, goddamn you\n\n Bitch, you ain't 'bout shit\n My bad, turn off the lights\n Don't trip, givin' niggas the mack right\n In that light, you might lick balls tonight\n Girls all pause? Hell naw\n Girls drop drawers on sight\n Do drugs, shroom cups, smoke bud all night\n That's right, I like it\n Bi-sexual women, fuck dykes\n Suck dick? No, but your father might\n Fuckin' hermaphrodite\n Duck the IRS, fuckin' Howard Stern's wife\n In traffic, bitch gave me head in real life\n L.A. city lights, C-A, get it right\n West Coast on the grind\n These niggas done lost they minds\n Straight loungin' in the sunshine\n Here's one thing you bitch niggas must know\n Fuck you, please believe that, and I mean that\n\n Take it easy\n 'Cause it's the motherfuckin' Knoc\n Hotter than your block full of motherfuckin' cops\n Bow down when you see me\n Knoc the truth, best believe it\n Take it easy\n 'Cause it's the motherfuckin' Knoc\n Hotter than a freak who givin' head who won't stop\n Bow down when you pass through\n Knoc-Turn'al, goddamn you\n"},{"id":30086875,"name":"The Knoc (feat. Dr. Dre & Missy Elliott)","trackName":"The Knoc (feat. Dr. Dre & Missy Elliott)","artistName":"Knoc-Turn'al","albumName":"Knoc's Landin'","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Whatchu want?\nWhatchu want?\nGet off me\nI pull quick, it's useless, I'm fully clipped, 6 fo' fully dipped\nThrow chrome whip with three freaks and full hips with firm tits\nYeah, we fully chipped, been on gangsta shit\nIt's ruthless, drunk off two fifths\nWho make hits? Who we wit?\nWestcoast parties don't stop\nWho drop head-boppers?\nThe head doctor, bed-rocker\nPolice pursue me in squad cars and helicopters\nCheckin' lockers, Mexican connect to play soccer\nPH's and cockblockers\nHo-hoppers, weez niggaz is off the rocker\nSippin cranberry juice on rocks with vodka\nWith 'Pac and Poppa, and Redd Fox's doctor\nTakin' names and takin' orders\nYa fake ya name and I'm all up on ya\nNigga that's California, palm trees and 6-3's on deez\nRims dip to make the spokes gold-a\nSlangin' boulders, thought I told ya\nTrue soldiers comin' from the motherfuckin' shoulders\nTake it easy\n'Cuz it's the motherfuckin' knoc\nHotter than yo' block fulla motherfuckin' cops\nBow down when ya see me\nKnoc the truth best believe it\nTake it easy\n'Cuz it's the motherfuckin' knoc\nHotter than a freak who givin' head who won't stop\nBow down when ya pass thru\nKnoc turn'al god damn you\nWhat's the difference between us? Nah, not that again\nNew songs and new cars and new broads and new thongs\nOn Crenshaw Boulevard, line 'em up at the bar\nGirl you know who we are, hip-hop superstars\nRoll deep, nah, we roll hard and deep\nBogart yo beef get the fuck off my street\nGetcha motherfuckin' ass beat\nL.A., Compton, long beach, whooptie whoop nigga what?\nI don't give a fuck\nHustlers, hood-rats, sick-ass thugs, crips and bloods\nHell nigga, all my real niggaz raise it up\nNuttin' but dubs, you got a sack, nigga what? Blaze it up\nTake it easy\n'Cuz it's the motherfuckin' knoc\nHotter than yo' block fulla motherfuckin' cops\nBow down when ya see me\nKnoc the truth best believe it\nTake it easy\n'Cuz it's the motherfuckin' knoc\nHotter than a freak who givin' head who won't stop\nBow down when ya pass thru\nKnoc turn'al god damn you\nBitch, you ain't 'bout shit, my bad\nTurn off the lights, don't trip\nGive a nig' some ack right and act like\nYou might lick balls tonight\nGirls all pause, hell nah, girls drop draws on site\nDo drugs, shroom cups, smoke bud, all night\nThat's right, I like bisexual women, fuck dykes\nSuck dick, no, but your father might\nFuckin' hermaphrodite\nDuck the IRS, fuckin' Howard Stern's wife\nIn traffic, bitch gave me head in real life\nL.A. city lights, C.A. get it right\nWestcoast on the grind, these niggaz done lost they minds\nStraight loungin' in the sunshine\nHere's one thing you bitch niggaz must know\nFuck you, please believe that and I mean that\nTake it easy\n'Cuz it's the motherfuckin' knoc\nHotter than yo' block fulla motherfuckin' cops\nBow down when ya see me\nKnoc the truth best believe it\nTake it easy\n'Cuz it's the motherfuckin' knoc\nHotter than a freak who givin' head who won't stop\nBow down when ya pass thru\nKnoc turn'al god damn you","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.48] Whatchu want?\n[00:03.67] Whatchu want?\n[00:07.55] Get off me\n[00:12.97] I pull quick, it's useless, I'm fully clipped, 6 fo' fully dipped\n[00:25.62] Throw chrome whip with three freaks and full hips with firm tits\n[00:29.67] Yeah, we fully chipped, been on gangsta shit\n[00:32.29] It's ruthless, drunk off two fifths\n[00:34.46] Who make hits? Who we wit?\n[00:36.36] Westcoast parties don't stop\n[00:38.94] Who drop head-boppers?\n[00:41.15] The head doctor, bed-rocker\n[00:42.20] Police pursue me in squad cars and helicopters\n[00:46.09] Checkin' lockers, Mexican connect to play soccer\n[00:48.24] PH's and cockblockers\n[00:50.09] Ho-hoppers, weez niggaz is off the rocker\n[00:53.14] Sippin cranberry juice on rocks with vodka\n[00:56.29] With 'Pac and Poppa, and Redd Fox's doctor\n[00:59.32] Takin' names and takin' orders\n[01:01.86] Ya fake ya name and I'm all up on ya\n[01:03.85] Nigga that's California, palm trees and 6-3's on deez\n[01:08.27] Rims dip to make the spokes gold-a\n[01:10.73] Slangin' boulders, thought I told ya\n[01:12.76] True soldiers comin' from the motherfuckin' shoulders\n[01:14.83] Take it easy\n[01:16.62] 'Cuz it's the motherfuckin' knoc\n[01:18.95] Hotter than yo' block fulla motherfuckin' cops\n[01:21.60] Bow down when ya see me\n[01:24.01] Knoc the truth best believe it\n[01:26.51] Take it easy\n[01:27.63] 'Cuz it's the motherfuckin' knoc\n[01:29.93] Hotter than a freak who givin' head who won't stop\n[01:32.59] Bow down when ya pass thru\n[01:35.19] Knoc turn'al god damn you\n[01:36.78] What's the difference between us? Nah, not that again\n[01:39.36] New songs and new cars and new broads and new thongs\n[01:41.51] On Crenshaw Boulevard, line 'em up at the bar\n[01:44.24] Girl you know who we are, hip-hop superstars\n[01:47.24] Roll deep, nah, we roll hard and deep\n[01:49.76] Bogart yo beef get the fuck off my street\n[01:52.50] Getcha motherfuckin' ass beat\n[01:54.29] L.A., Compton, long beach, whooptie whoop nigga what?\n[01:57.50] I don't give a fuck\n[01:59.29] Hustlers, hood-rats, sick-ass thugs, crips and bloods\n[02:03.06] Hell nigga, all my real niggaz raise it up\n[02:05.55] Nuttin' but dubs, you got a sack, nigga what? Blaze it up\n[02:08.40] Take it easy\n[02:10.20] 'Cuz it's the motherfuckin' knoc\n[02:12.53] Hotter than yo' block fulla motherfuckin' cops\n[02:15.31] Bow down when ya see me\n[02:17.56] Knoc the truth best believe it\n[02:19.30] Take it easy\n[02:20.87] 'Cuz it's the motherfuckin' knoc\n[02:23.29] Hotter than a freak who givin' head who won't stop\n[02:25.84] Bow down when ya pass thru\n[02:28.11] Knoc turn'al god damn you\n[02:30.32] Bitch, you ain't 'bout shit, my bad\n[02:33.10] Turn off the lights, don't trip\n[02:34.61] Give a nig' some ack right and act like\n[02:36.32] You might lick balls tonight\n[02:39.50] Girls all pause, hell nah, girls drop draws on site\n[02:43.13] Do drugs, shroom cups, smoke bud, all night\n[02:46.45] That's right, I like bisexual women, fuck dykes\n[02:50.00] Suck dick, no, but your father might\n[02:52.62] Fuckin' hermaphrodite\n[02:54.53] Duck the IRS, fuckin' Howard Stern's wife\n[02:56.66] In traffic, bitch gave me head in real life\n[02:59.53] L.A. city lights, C.A. get it right\n[03:02.17] Westcoast on the grind, these niggaz done lost they minds\n[03:05.31] Straight loungin' in the sunshine\n[03:07.69] Here's one thing you bitch niggaz must know\n[03:09.96] Fuck you, please believe that and I mean that\n[03:12.59] Take it easy\n[03:14.49] 'Cuz it's the motherfuckin' knoc\n[03:16.76] Hotter than yo' block fulla motherfuckin' cops\n[03:19.24] Bow down when ya see me\n[03:21.84] Knoc the truth best believe it\n[03:24.04] Take it easy\n[03:25.05] 'Cuz it's the motherfuckin' knoc\n[03:26.99] Hotter than a freak who givin' head who won't stop\n[03:30.04] Bow down when ya pass thru\n[03:32.71] Knoc turn'al god damn you\n[03:34.48] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The Knoc (feat. Dr. Dre & Missy Elliott)\n artist: Knoc-Turn'al\n album: Knoc's Landin'\n duration_ms: 251000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Whatchu want?\n start_ms: 1480\n end_ms: 3670\n- text: Whatchu want?\n start_ms: 3670\n end_ms: 7550\n- text: Get off me\n start_ms: 7550\n end_ms: 12970\n- text: I pull quick, it's useless, I'm fully clipped, 6 fo' fully dipped\n start_ms: 12970\n end_ms: 25620\n- text: Throw chrome whip with three freaks and full hips with firm tits\n start_ms: 25620\n end_ms: 29670\n- text: Yeah, we fully chipped, been on gangsta shit\n start_ms: 29670\n end_ms: 32290\n- text: It's ruthless, drunk off two fifths\n start_ms: 32290\n end_ms: 34460\n- text: Who make hits? Who we wit?\n start_ms: 34460\n end_ms: 36360\n- text: Westcoast parties don't stop\n start_ms: 36360\n end_ms: 38940\n- text: Who drop head-boppers?\n start_ms: 38940\n end_ms: 41150\n- text: The head doctor, bed-rocker\n start_ms: 41150\n end_ms: 42200\n- text: Police pursue me in squad cars and helicopters\n start_ms: 42200\n end_ms: 46090\n- text: Checkin' lockers, Mexican connect to play soccer\n start_ms: 46090\n end_ms: 48240\n- text: PH's and cockblockers\n start_ms: 48240\n end_ms: 50090\n- text: Ho-hoppers, weez niggaz is off the rocker\n start_ms: 50090\n end_ms: 53140\n- text: Sippin cranberry juice on rocks with vodka\n start_ms: 53140\n end_ms: 56290\n- text: With 'Pac and Poppa, and Redd Fox's doctor\n start_ms: 56290\n end_ms: 59320\n- text: Takin' names and takin' orders\n start_ms: 59320\n end_ms: 61860\n- text: Ya fake ya name and I'm all up on ya\n start_ms: 61860\n end_ms: 63850\n- text: Nigga that's California, palm trees and 6-3's on deez\n start_ms: 63850\n end_ms: 68270\n- text: Rims dip to make the spokes gold-a\n start_ms: 68270\n end_ms: 70730\n- text: Slangin' boulders, thought I told ya\n start_ms: 70730\n end_ms: 72760\n- text: True soldiers comin' from the motherfuckin' shoulders\n start_ms: 72760\n end_ms: 74830\n- text: Take it easy\n start_ms: 74830\n end_ms: 76620\n- text: '''Cuz it''s the motherfuckin'' knoc'\n start_ms: 76620\n end_ms: 78950\n- text: Hotter than yo' block fulla motherfuckin' cops\n start_ms: 78950\n end_ms: 81600\n- text: Bow down when ya see me\n start_ms: 81600\n end_ms: 84010\n- text: Knoc the truth best believe it\n start_ms: 84010\n end_ms: 86510\n- text: Take it easy\n start_ms: 86510\n end_ms: 87630\n- text: '''Cuz it''s the motherfuckin'' knoc'\n start_ms: 87630\n end_ms: 89930\n- text: Hotter than a freak who givin' head who won't stop\n start_ms: 89930\n end_ms: 92590\n- text: Bow down when ya pass thru\n start_ms: 92590\n end_ms: 95190\n- text: Knoc turn'al god damn you\n start_ms: 95190\n end_ms: 96780\n- text: What's the difference between us? Nah, not that again\n start_ms: 96780\n end_ms: 99360\n- text: New songs and new cars and new broads and new thongs\n start_ms: 99360\n end_ms: 101510\n- text: On Crenshaw Boulevard, line 'em up at the bar\n start_ms: 101510\n end_ms: 104240\n- text: Girl you know who we are, hip-hop superstars\n start_ms: 104240\n end_ms: 107240\n- text: Roll deep, nah, we roll hard and deep\n start_ms: 107240\n end_ms: 109760\n- text: Bogart yo beef get the fuck off my street\n start_ms: 109760\n end_ms: 112500\n- text: Getcha motherfuckin' ass beat\n start_ms: 112500\n end_ms: 114290\n- text: L.A., Compton, long beach, whooptie whoop nigga what?\n start_ms: 114290\n end_ms: 117500\n- text: I don't give a fuck\n start_ms: 117500\n end_ms: 119290\n- text: Hustlers, hood-rats, sick-ass thugs, crips and bloods\n start_ms: 119290\n end_ms: 123060\n- text: Hell nigga, all my real niggaz raise it up\n start_ms: 123060\n end_ms: 125550\n- text: Nuttin' but dubs, you got a sack, nigga what? Blaze it up\n start_ms: 125550\n end_ms: 128400\n- text: Take it easy\n start_ms: 128400\n end_ms: 130200\n- text: '''Cuz it''s the motherfuckin'' knoc'\n start_ms: 130200\n end_ms: 132530\n- text: Hotter than yo' block fulla motherfuckin' cops\n start_ms: 132530\n end_ms: 135310\n- text: Bow down when ya see me\n start_ms: 135310\n end_ms: 137560\n- text: Knoc the truth best believe it\n start_ms: 137560\n end_ms: 139300\n- text: Take it easy\n start_ms: 139300\n end_ms: 140870\n- text: '''Cuz it''s the motherfuckin'' knoc'\n start_ms: 140870\n end_ms: 143290\n- text: Hotter than a freak who givin' head who won't stop\n start_ms: 143290\n end_ms: 145840\n- text: Bow down when ya pass thru\n start_ms: 145840\n end_ms: 148110\n- text: Knoc turn'al god damn you\n start_ms: 148110\n end_ms: 150320\n- text: Bitch, you ain't 'bout shit, my bad\n start_ms: 150320\n end_ms: 153100\n- text: Turn off the lights, don't trip\n start_ms: 153100\n end_ms: 154610\n- text: Give a nig' some ack right and act like\n start_ms: 154610\n end_ms: 156320\n- text: You might lick balls tonight\n start_ms: 156320\n end_ms: 159500\n- text: Girls all pause, hell nah, girls drop draws on site\n start_ms: 159500\n end_ms: 163130\n- text: Do drugs, shroom cups, smoke bud, all night\n start_ms: 163130\n end_ms: 166450\n- text: That's right, I like bisexual women, fuck dykes\n start_ms: 166450\n end_ms: 170000\n- text: Suck dick, no, but your father might\n start_ms: 170000\n end_ms: 172620\n- text: Fuckin' hermaphrodite\n start_ms: 172620\n end_ms: 174530\n- text: Duck the IRS, fuckin' Howard Stern's wife\n start_ms: 174530\n end_ms: 176660\n- text: In traffic, bitch gave me head in real life\n start_ms: 176660\n end_ms: 179530\n- text: L.A. city lights, C.A. get it right\n start_ms: 179530\n end_ms: 182170\n- text: Westcoast on the grind, these niggaz done lost they minds\n start_ms: 182170\n end_ms: 185310\n- text: Straight loungin' in the sunshine\n start_ms: 185310\n end_ms: 187690\n- text: Here's one thing you bitch niggaz must know\n start_ms: 187690\n end_ms: 189960\n- text: Fuck you, please believe that and I mean that\n start_ms: 189960\n end_ms: 192590\n- text: Take it easy\n start_ms: 192590\n end_ms: 194490\n- text: '''Cuz it''s the motherfuckin'' knoc'\n start_ms: 194490\n end_ms: 196760\n- text: Hotter than yo' block fulla motherfuckin' cops\n start_ms: 196760\n end_ms: 199240\n- text: Bow down when ya see me\n start_ms: 199240\n end_ms: 201840\n- text: Knoc the truth best believe it\n start_ms: 201840\n end_ms: 204040\n- text: Take it easy\n start_ms: 204040\n end_ms: 205050\n- text: '''Cuz it''s the motherfuckin'' knoc'\n start_ms: 205050\n end_ms: 206990\n- text: Hotter than a freak who givin' head who won't stop\n start_ms: 206990\n end_ms: 210040\n- text: Bow down when ya pass thru\n start_ms: 210040\n end_ms: 212710\n- text: Knoc turn'al god damn you\n start_ms: 212710\n end_ms: 214480\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 214480\nplain: |-\n Whatchu want?\n Whatchu want?\n Get off me\n I pull quick, it's useless, I'm fully clipped, 6 fo' fully dipped\n Throw chrome whip with three freaks and full hips with firm tits\n Yeah, we fully chipped, been on gangsta shit\n It's ruthless, drunk off two fifths\n Who make hits? Who we wit?\n Westcoast parties don't stop\n Who drop head-boppers?\n The head doctor, bed-rocker\n Police pursue me in squad cars and helicopters\n Checkin' lockers, Mexican connect to play soccer\n PH's and cockblockers\n Ho-hoppers, weez niggaz is off the rocker\n Sippin cranberry juice on rocks with vodka\n With 'Pac and Poppa, and Redd Fox's doctor\n Takin' names and takin' orders\n Ya fake ya name and I'm all up on ya\n Nigga that's California, palm trees and 6-3's on deez\n Rims dip to make the spokes gold-a\n Slangin' boulders, thought I told ya\n True soldiers comin' from the motherfuckin' shoulders\n Take it easy\n 'Cuz it's the motherfuckin' knoc\n Hotter than yo' block fulla motherfuckin' cops\n Bow down when ya see me\n Knoc the truth best believe it\n Take it easy\n 'Cuz it's the motherfuckin' knoc\n Hotter than a freak who givin' head who won't stop\n Bow down when ya pass thru\n Knoc turn'al god damn you\n What's the difference between us? Nah, not that again\n New songs and new cars and new broads and new thongs\n On Crenshaw Boulevard, line 'em up at the bar\n Girl you know who we are, hip-hop superstars\n Roll deep, nah, we roll hard and deep\n Bogart yo beef get the fuck off my street\n Getcha motherfuckin' ass beat\n L.A., Compton, long beach, whooptie whoop nigga what?\n I don't give a fuck\n Hustlers, hood-rats, sick-ass thugs, crips and bloods\n Hell nigga, all my real niggaz raise it up\n Nuttin' but dubs, you got a sack, nigga what? Blaze it up\n Take it easy\n 'Cuz it's the motherfuckin' knoc\n Hotter than yo' block fulla motherfuckin' cops\n Bow down when ya see me\n Knoc the truth best believe it\n Take it easy\n 'Cuz it's the motherfuckin' knoc\n Hotter than a freak who givin' head who won't stop\n Bow down when ya pass thru\n Knoc turn'al god damn you\n Bitch, you ain't 'bout shit, my bad\n Turn off the lights, don't trip\n Give a nig' some ack right and act like\n You might lick balls tonight\n Girls all pause, hell nah, girls drop draws on site\n Do drugs, shroom cups, smoke bud, all night\n That's right, I like bisexual women, fuck dykes\n Suck dick, no, but your father might\n Fuckin' hermaphrodite\n Duck the IRS, fuckin' Howard Stern's wife\n In traffic, bitch gave me head in real life\n L.A. city lights, C.A. get it right\n Westcoast on the grind, these niggaz done lost they minds\n Straight loungin' in the sunshine\n Here's one thing you bitch niggaz must know\n Fuck you, please believe that and I mean that\n Take it easy\n 'Cuz it's the motherfuckin' knoc\n Hotter than yo' block fulla motherfuckin' cops\n Bow down when ya see me\n Knoc the truth best believe it\n Take it easy\n 'Cuz it's the motherfuckin' knoc\n Hotter than a freak who givin' head who won't stop\n Bow down when ya pass thru\n Knoc turn'al god damn you\n"},{"id":30009920,"name":"The Knoc","trackName":"The Knoc","artistName":"Knoc-Turn'Al feat. Dr. Dre & Missy Elliott","albumName":"Best of Hip Hop 2002","duration":242.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I pull quick, it's useless\nI'm fully clipped, 6 fo' fully dipped\nThrow chrome whip with three freaks and full hips with firm tits\n\nYeah we fully chipped, been on gangsta shit\nIt's ruthless, drunk off two fifths\nWho make hits? (Dre)\n\nWho we wit? (Knoc)\nWestcoast parties don't stop\n\nWho drop head-boppers? (The head doctor, bed-rocker)\nPolice pursue me in squad cars and helicopters\nCheckin lockers, Mexican connect to play soccer\nPH's and cockblockers\nHo-hoppers, weez niggas is off the rocker\nSippin cranberry juice on rocks with vodka\nWith 'Pac and Poppa, and Redd Foxx's doctor (for real?)\nTakin names and takin orders\nYa fake ya name, and I'm all up on ya\nNigga that's Cali-fornia\nPalm trees and 6-3's on deez\nRims dip to make the spokes gold-a\nSlangin boulders, thought I told ya\nTrue soldiers, comin from the motherfuckin shoulders (WOOP!)\n\nTake it ea-say! (ea-say)\n\nCuz it's the motherfuckin KNOC!\nHotter than yo' block fulla motherfuckin COPS!\nBow down when ya see me!\nKnoc the truth best believe it!\nTake it ea-say! (ea-say)\nCuz it's the motherfuckin KNOC!\nHotter than a freak who givin head who won't STOP!\nBow down when ya pass thru!\nKnoc-turn'al God damn you!\n\nWhat's the difference between us? (Nah not that again)\nNew songs, and new cars, and new broads, and new thongs\nOn Crenshaw Boulevard - Line 'em up at the bar\nGirl you know who we are, hip-hop superstars\nRoll deep? Nah, we roll hard and deep\nBogart yo beef get the fuck off my street\nGetcha motherfuckin ass beat\nL.A., Compton, Long Beach, whooptie-whoop nigga what?\nI don't give a fuck\nHustlers, hood-rats, sick-ass thugs - Crips and Bloods\n(Hell nigg-uh!) All my real niggas raise it up\nNuttin but dubs, you got a sack, nigga what?\nBlaze it up\n\nBitch you ain't 'bout shit, my bad\nTurn off the lights, don't trip\nGive a nig' some ack right and act like.\nYou might. lick balls tonight\nGirls all pause, hell nah, girls drop draws on site\nDo drugs, shroom cups, smoke bud, all night\nThat's right, I like. bi-sexual women, fuck dykes\nSuck dick? No, but your father might\nFuckin hermaphrodite!\nDuck the IRS, fuckin Howard Stern's wife\nIn traffic, bitch gave me head in real life\nL.A. city lights, C.A. get it right\nWestcoast on the grind, these niggas done lost they minds\nStraight loungin in the sunshine\nHere's one thing you bitch niggas must know\nFuck you! Please believe that, and I mean that","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The Knoc\n artist: Knoc-Turn'Al feat. Dr. Dre & Missy Elliott\n album: Best of Hip Hop 2002\n duration_ms: 242000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I pull quick, it's useless\n I'm fully clipped, 6 fo' fully dipped\n Throw chrome whip with three freaks and full hips with firm tits\n\n Yeah we fully chipped, been on gangsta shit\n It's ruthless, drunk off two fifths\n Who make hits? (Dre)\n\n Who we wit? (Knoc)\n Westcoast parties don't stop\n\n Who drop head-boppers? (The head doctor, bed-rocker)\n Police pursue me in squad cars and helicopters\n Checkin lockers, Mexican connect to play soccer\n PH's and cockblockers\n Ho-hoppers, weez niggas is off the rocker\n Sippin cranberry juice on rocks with vodka\n With 'Pac and Poppa, and Redd Foxx's doctor (for real?)\n Takin names and takin orders\n Ya fake ya name, and I'm all up on ya\n Nigga that's Cali-fornia\n Palm trees and 6-3's on deez\n Rims dip to make the spokes gold-a\n Slangin boulders, thought I told ya\n True soldiers, comin from the motherfuckin shoulders (WOOP!)\n\n Take it ea-say! (ea-say)\n\n Cuz it's the motherfuckin KNOC!\n Hotter than yo' block fulla motherfuckin COPS!\n Bow down when ya see me!\n Knoc the truth best believe it!\n Take it ea-say! (ea-say)\n Cuz it's the motherfuckin KNOC!\n Hotter than a freak who givin head who won't STOP!\n Bow down when ya pass thru!\n Knoc-turn'al God damn you!\n\n What's the difference between us? (Nah not that again)\n New songs, and new cars, and new broads, and new thongs\n On Crenshaw Boulevard - Line 'em up at the bar\n Girl you know who we are, hip-hop superstars\n Roll deep? Nah, we roll hard and deep\n Bogart yo beef get the fuck off my street\n Getcha motherfuckin ass beat\n L.A., Compton, Long Beach, whooptie-whoop nigga what?\n I don't give a fuck\n Hustlers, hood-rats, sick-ass thugs - Crips and Bloods\n (Hell nigg-uh!) All my real niggas raise it up\n Nuttin but dubs, you got a sack, nigga what?\n Blaze it up\n\n Bitch you ain't 'bout shit, my bad\n Turn off the lights, don't trip\n Give a nig' some ack right and act like.\n You might. lick balls tonight\n Girls all pause, hell nah, girls drop draws on site\n Do drugs, shroom cups, smoke bud, all night\n That's right, I like. bi-sexual women, fuck dykes\n Suck dick? No, but your father might\n Fuckin hermaphrodite!\n Duck the IRS, fuckin Howard Stern's wife\n In traffic, bitch gave me head in real life\n L.A. city lights, C.A. get it right\n Westcoast on the grind, these niggas done lost they minds\n Straight loungin in the sunshine\n Here's one thing you bitch niggas must know\n Fuck you! Please believe that, and I mean that\n"},{"id":37933338,"name":"The Knoc","trackName":"The Knoc","artistName":"Knoc‐Turn’Al feat. Dr. Dre & Missy Elliott","albumName":"Magic Hip Hop","duration":242.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I pull quick, it's useless\nI'm fully clipped, 6 fo' fully dipped\nThrow chrome whip with three freaks and full hips with firm tits\n\nYeah we fully chipped, been on gangsta shit\nIt's ruthless, drunk off two fifths\nWho make hits? (Dre)\n\nWho we wit? (Knoc)\nWestcoast parties don't stop\n\nWho drop head-boppers? (The head doctor, bed-rocker)\nPolice pursue me in squad cars and helicopters\nCheckin lockers, Mexican connect to play soccer\nPH's and cockblockers\nHo-hoppers, weez niggas is off the rocker\nSippin cranberry juice on rocks with vodka\nWith 'Pac and Poppa, and Redd Foxx's doctor (for real?)\nTakin names and takin orders\nYa fake ya name, and I'm all up on ya\nNigga that's Cali-fornia\nPalm trees and 6-3's on deez\nRims dip to make the spokes gold-a\nSlangin boulders, thought I told ya\nTrue soldiers, comin from the motherfuckin shoulders (WOOP!)\n\nTake it ea-say! (ea-say)\n\nCuz it's the motherfuckin KNOC!\nHotter than yo' block fulla motherfuckin COPS!\nBow down when ya see me!\nKnoc the truth best believe it!\nTake it ea-say! (ea-say)\nCuz it's the motherfuckin KNOC!\nHotter than a freak who givin head who won't STOP!\nBow down when ya pass thru!\nKnoc-turn'al God damn you!\n\nWhat's the difference between us? (Nah not that again)\nNew songs, and new cars, and new broads, and new thongs\nOn Crenshaw Boulevard - Line 'em up at the bar\nGirl you know who we are, hip-hop superstars\nRoll deep? Nah, we roll hard and deep\nBogart yo beef get the fuck off my street\nGetcha motherfuckin ass beat\nL.A., Compton, Long Beach, whooptie-whoop nigga what?\nI don't give a fuck\nHustlers, hood-rats, sick-ass thugs - Crips and Bloods\n(Hell nigg-uh!) All my real niggas raise it up\nNuttin but dubs, you got a sack, nigga what?\nBlaze it up\n\nBitch you ain't 'bout shit, my bad\nTurn off the lights, don't trip\nGive a nig' some ack right and act like.\nYou might. lick balls tonight\nGirls all pause, hell nah, girls drop draws on site\nDo drugs, shroom cups, smoke bud, all night\nThat's right, I like. bi-sexual women, fuck dykes\nSuck dick? No, but your father might\nFuckin hermaphrodite!\nDuck the IRS, fuckin Howard Stern's wife\nIn traffic, bitch gave me head in real life\nL.A. city lights, C.A. get it right\nWestcoast on the grind, these niggas done lost they minds\nStraight loungin in the sunshine\nHere's one thing you bitch niggas must know\nFuck you! Please believe that, and I mean that","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The Knoc\n artist: Knoc‐Turn’Al feat. Dr. Dre & Missy Elliott\n album: Magic Hip Hop\n duration_ms: 242000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I pull quick, it's useless\n I'm fully clipped, 6 fo' fully dipped\n Throw chrome whip with three freaks and full hips with firm tits\n\n Yeah we fully chipped, been on gangsta shit\n It's ruthless, drunk off two fifths\n Who make hits? (Dre)\n\n Who we wit? (Knoc)\n Westcoast parties don't stop\n\n Who drop head-boppers? (The head doctor, bed-rocker)\n Police pursue me in squad cars and helicopters\n Checkin lockers, Mexican connect to play soccer\n PH's and cockblockers\n Ho-hoppers, weez niggas is off the rocker\n Sippin cranberry juice on rocks with vodka\n With 'Pac and Poppa, and Redd Foxx's doctor (for real?)\n Takin names and takin orders\n Ya fake ya name, and I'm all up on ya\n Nigga that's Cali-fornia\n Palm trees and 6-3's on deez\n Rims dip to make the spokes gold-a\n Slangin boulders, thought I told ya\n True soldiers, comin from the motherfuckin shoulders (WOOP!)\n\n Take it ea-say! (ea-say)\n\n Cuz it's the motherfuckin KNOC!\n Hotter than yo' block fulla motherfuckin COPS!\n Bow down when ya see me!\n Knoc the truth best believe it!\n Take it ea-say! (ea-say)\n Cuz it's the motherfuckin KNOC!\n Hotter than a freak who givin head who won't STOP!\n Bow down when ya pass thru!\n Knoc-turn'al God damn you!\n\n What's the difference between us? (Nah not that again)\n New songs, and new cars, and new broads, and new thongs\n On Crenshaw Boulevard - Line 'em up at the bar\n Girl you know who we are, hip-hop superstars\n Roll deep? Nah, we roll hard and deep\n Bogart yo beef get the fuck off my street\n Getcha motherfuckin ass beat\n L.A., Compton, Long Beach, whooptie-whoop nigga what?\n I don't give a fuck\n Hustlers, hood-rats, sick-ass thugs - Crips and Bloods\n (Hell nigg-uh!) All my real niggas raise it up\n Nuttin but dubs, you got a sack, nigga what?\n Blaze it up\n\n Bitch you ain't 'bout shit, my bad\n Turn off the lights, don't trip\n Give a nig' some ack right and act like.\n You might. lick balls tonight\n Girls all pause, hell nah, girls drop draws on site\n Do drugs, shroom cups, smoke bud, all night\n That's right, I like. bi-sexual women, fuck dykes\n Suck dick? No, but your father might\n Fuckin hermaphrodite!\n Duck the IRS, fuckin Howard Stern's wife\n In traffic, bitch gave me head in real life\n L.A. city lights, C.A. get it right\n Westcoast on the grind, these niggas done lost they minds\n Straight loungin in the sunshine\n Here's one thing you bitch niggas must know\n Fuck you! Please believe that, and I mean that\n"},{"id":39635280,"name":"The Knoc","trackName":"The Knoc","artistName":"Knoc‐Turn’Al feat. Dr. Dre & Missy Elliott","albumName":"Best of Hip Hop 2002","duration":241.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I pull quick, it's useless\nI'm fully clipped, 6 fo' fully dipped\nThrow chrome whip with three freaks and full hips with firm tits\n\nYeah we fully chipped, been on gangsta shit\nIt's ruthless, drunk off two fifths\nWho make hits? (Dre)\n\nWho we wit? (Knoc)\nWestcoast parties don't stop\n\nWho drop head-boppers? (The head doctor, bed-rocker)\nPolice pursue me in squad cars and helicopters\nCheckin lockers, Mexican connect to play soccer\nPH's and cockblockers\nHo-hoppers, weez niggas is off the rocker\nSippin cranberry juice on rocks with vodka\nWith 'Pac and Poppa, and Redd Foxx's doctor (for real?)\nTakin names and takin orders\nYa fake ya name, and I'm all up on ya\nNigga that's Cali-fornia\nPalm trees and 6-3's on deez\nRims dip to make the spokes gold-a\nSlangin boulders, thought I told ya\nTrue soldiers, comin from the motherfuckin shoulders (WOOP!)\n\nTake it ea-say! (ea-say)\n\nCuz it's the motherfuckin KNOC!\nHotter than yo' block fulla motherfuckin COPS!\nBow down when ya see me!\nKnoc the truth best believe it!\nTake it ea-say! (ea-say)\nCuz it's the motherfuckin KNOC!\nHotter than a freak who givin head who won't STOP!\nBow down when ya pass thru!\nKnoc-turn'al God damn you!\n\nWhat's the difference between us? (Nah not that again)\nNew songs, and new cars, and new broads, and new thongs\nOn Crenshaw Boulevard - Line 'em up at the bar\nGirl you know who we are, hip-hop superstars\nRoll deep? Nah, we roll hard and deep\nBogart yo beef get the fuck off my street\nGetcha motherfuckin ass beat\nL.A., Compton, Long Beach, whooptie-whoop nigga what?\nI don't give a fuck\nHustlers, hood-rats, sick-ass thugs - Crips and Bloods\n(Hell nigg-uh!) All my real niggas raise it up\nNuttin but dubs, you got a sack, nigga what?\nBlaze it up\n\nBitch you ain't 'bout shit, my bad\nTurn off the lights, don't trip\nGive a nig' some ack right and act like.\nYou might. lick balls tonight\nGirls all pause, hell nah, girls drop draws on site\nDo drugs, shroom cups, smoke bud, all night\nThat's right, I like. bi-sexual women, fuck dykes\nSuck dick? No, but your father might\nFuckin hermaphrodite!\nDuck the IRS, fuckin Howard Stern's wife\nIn traffic, bitch gave me head in real life\nL.A. city lights, C.A. get it right\nWestcoast on the grind, these niggas done lost they minds\nStraight loungin in the sunshine\nHere's one thing you bitch niggas must know\nFuck you! Please believe that, and I mean that","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The Knoc\n artist: Knoc‐Turn’Al feat. Dr. Dre & Missy Elliott\n album: Best of Hip Hop 2002\n duration_ms: 240570\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I pull quick, it's useless\n I'm fully clipped, 6 fo' fully dipped\n Throw chrome whip with three freaks and full hips with firm tits\n\n Yeah we fully chipped, been on gangsta shit\n It's ruthless, drunk off two fifths\n Who make hits? (Dre)\n\n Who we wit? (Knoc)\n Westcoast parties don't stop\n\n Who drop head-boppers? (The head doctor, bed-rocker)\n Police pursue me in squad cars and helicopters\n Checkin lockers, Mexican connect to play soccer\n PH's and cockblockers\n Ho-hoppers, weez niggas is off the rocker\n Sippin cranberry juice on rocks with vodka\n With 'Pac and Poppa, and Redd Foxx's doctor (for real?)\n Takin names and takin orders\n Ya fake ya name, and I'm all up on ya\n Nigga that's Cali-fornia\n Palm trees and 6-3's on deez\n Rims dip to make the spokes gold-a\n Slangin boulders, thought I told ya\n True soldiers, comin from the motherfuckin shoulders (WOOP!)\n\n Take it ea-say! (ea-say)\n\n Cuz it's the motherfuckin KNOC!\n Hotter than yo' block fulla motherfuckin COPS!\n Bow down when ya see me!\n Knoc the truth best believe it!\n Take it ea-say! (ea-say)\n Cuz it's the motherfuckin KNOC!\n Hotter than a freak who givin head who won't STOP!\n Bow down when ya pass thru!\n Knoc-turn'al God damn you!\n\n What's the difference between us? (Nah not that again)\n New songs, and new cars, and new broads, and new thongs\n On Crenshaw Boulevard - Line 'em up at the bar\n Girl you know who we are, hip-hop superstars\n Roll deep? Nah, we roll hard and deep\n Bogart yo beef get the fuck off my street\n Getcha motherfuckin ass beat\n L.A., Compton, Long Beach, whooptie-whoop nigga what?\n I don't give a fuck\n Hustlers, hood-rats, sick-ass thugs - Crips and Bloods\n (Hell nigg-uh!) All my real niggas raise it up\n Nuttin but dubs, you got a sack, nigga what?\n Blaze it up\n\n Bitch you ain't 'bout shit, my bad\n Turn off the lights, don't trip\n Give a nig' some ack right and act like.\n You might. lick balls tonight\n Girls all pause, hell nah, girls drop draws on site\n Do drugs, shroom cups, smoke bud, all night\n That's right, I like. bi-sexual women, fuck dykes\n Suck dick? No, but your father might\n Fuckin hermaphrodite!\n Duck the IRS, fuckin Howard Stern's wife\n In traffic, bitch gave me head in real life\n L.A. city lights, C.A. get it right\n Westcoast on the grind, these niggas done lost they minds\n Straight loungin in the sunshine\n Here's one thing you bitch niggas must know\n Fuck you! Please believe that, and I mean that\n"},{"id":17196759,"name":"Knoc-Turnal","trackName":"Knoc-Turnal","artistName":"Muzik","albumName":"The Transporter","duration":212.8302464,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You ready?\n\n(Knoc-Turn'al)\nYes, ha ha ha\nYeah, yeah\nLet's go, I like singing\n\n(Knoc-Turn'al)\nMy music, my life, my heart, my soul\nMy music, my everything, I give my all\nMy wife, my daughter, my love, my dream\nMy mother, my father, my brother, my team\nMy camp, my squad, my house, my car\nMy boat, my shoes, my pants, my shirt\nMy coke, my sugar, my cream, my butter\nMy toast, my all, my queen, my folks\n\n(Samuel Christian)\nMy baby! Walk like six strings\nTalk like she's my everything\nMy baby! Loves me, hates me\nLeaves me, runs right back\nThat sexy lady! All I know\nShe shares all my confusion, so\nMy baby! Will not run from an-y-thing\nI swear this though\n\n(Knoc-Turn'al talking)\nNow I lay me down to sleep\nI pray the Lord, my soul to keep\nIf Muzik should die before I wake\nI pray the Lord, my soul to take\n\n(Knoc-Turn'al)\nShe's thick, she's bad, so clean, she's fine\nShe loves, she hates, she laughs, she cries\nShe hurts, she lies, she's Bonnie, I'm Clyde\nShe's ghetto, she's real, she sings, she rhymes\nShe comes, she goes, she lives, she dies\nShe sexy and bomb, she blows my mind\nShe stays in line, she's smart, she's funny\nShe's crafty and cunning, in the game she's running\nHer lips, her back, her waist, her thighs\nHer face, her skin, her hair, her eyes\nHer voice, her shape, her hips, her mind\nHer love, her smile, her touch, her time\n\n()\n\n(Knoc-Turn'al)\nI'm tipsy, I'm through, I'm drunk, I'm blunted\nMy way, my day, my life - I love it\nI move, I groove, I shake, I love it\nMy friends, my kins, I like, I love it\nI show, I prove, I live, I learn\nI show, I teach, I run these streets\nMy kin, my heart, my heat, my rhythm\nMy rap, my beat, my life, my head and my feet\nMy heart, my soul, my candy, my cake\nMy platinum, my gold, my land, my gate\nMy Benz, my lake\nMy keys, my money, my love, my hate\nMy clothes, my phone, my house, my home\nMy money, my comb, my sugar, my spice\nMy base, my chrome\nMy rhythm, my music, my home\nMy world, my girl, my life, my home, my...\n\n() - repeat until fade","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.92] You ready?\n[00:04.77] (Knoc-Turn'al)\n[00:07.21] Yes, ha ha ha\n[00:09.83] Yeah, yeah\n[00:10.42] Let's go, I like singing\n[00:11.33] (Knoc-Turn'al)\n[00:11.61] My music, my life, my heart, my soul\n[00:14.34] My music, my everything, I give my all\n[00:17.08] My wife, my daughter, my love, my dream\n[00:19.81] My mother, my father, my brother, my team\n[00:22.58] My camp, my squad, my house, my car\n[00:25.48] My boat, my shoes, my pants, my shirt\n[00:28.45] My coke, my sugar, my cream, my butter\n[00:31.04] My toast, my all, my queen, my folks\n[00:33.19] (Samuel Christian)\n[00:33.94] My baby! Walk like six strings\n[00:36.71] Talk like she's my everything\n[00:39.49] My baby! Loves me, hates me\n[00:42.35] Leaves me, runs right back\n[00:44.12] That sexy lady! All I know\n[00:46.92] She shares all my confusion, so\n[00:50.74] My baby! Will not run from an-y-thing\n[00:54.68] I swear this though\n[00:56.54] (Knoc-Turn'al talking)\n[00:57.58] Now I lay me down to sleep\n[00:59.24] I pray the Lord, my soul to keep\n[01:01.24] If Muzik should die before I wake\n[01:03.69] I pray the Lord, my soul to take\n[01:07.59] (Knoc-Turn'al)\n[01:08.15] She's thick, she's bad, so clean, she's fine\n[01:10.54] She loves, she hates, she laughs, she cries\n[01:13.41] She hurts, she lies, she's Bonnie, I'm Clyde\n[01:16.23] She's ghetto, she's real, she sings, she rhymes\n[01:19.06] She comes, she goes, she lives, she dies\n[01:21.75] She sexy and bomb, she blows my mind\n[01:24.55] She stays in line, she's smart, she's funny\n[01:27.40] She's crafty and cunning, in the game she's running\n[01:30.26] Her lips, her back, her waist, her thighs\n[01:33.10] Her face, her skin, her hair, her eyes\n[01:35.89] Her voice, her shape, her hips, her mind\n[01:38.76] Her love, her smile, her touch, her time\n[01:41.48] ()\n[01:43.37] (Knoc-Turn'al)\n[01:45.02] I'm tipsy, I'm through, I'm drunk, I'm blunted\n[02:07.72] My way, my day, my life - I love it\n[02:10.27] I move, I groove, I shake, I love it\n[02:13.16] My friends, my kins, I like, I love it\n[02:15.84] I show, I prove, I live, I learn\n[02:18.66] I show, I teach, I run these streets\n[02:21.51] My kin, my heart, my heat, my rhythm\n[02:24.36] My rap, my beat, my life, my head and my feet\n[02:28.38] My heart, my soul, my candy, my cake\n[02:30.46] My platinum, my gold, my land, my gate\n[02:33.25] My Benz, my lake\n[02:35.03] My keys, my money, my love, my hate\n[02:37.54] My clothes, my phone, my house, my home\n[02:40.40] My money, my comb, my sugar, my spice\n[02:43.28] My base, my chrome\n[02:44.74] My rhythm, my music, my home\n[02:46.59] My world, my girl, my life, my home, my...\n[02:49.83] () - repeat until fade\n[02:53.38] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Knoc-Turnal\n artist: Muzik\n album: The Transporter\n duration_ms: 212830\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: You ready?\n start_ms: 1920\n end_ms: 4770\n- text: (Knoc-Turn'al)\n start_ms: 4770\n end_ms: 7210\n- text: Yes, ha ha ha\n start_ms: 7210\n end_ms: 9830\n- text: Yeah, yeah\n start_ms: 9830\n end_ms: 10420\n- text: Let's go, I like singing\n start_ms: 10420\n end_ms: 11330\n- text: (Knoc-Turn'al)\n start_ms: 11330\n end_ms: 11610\n- text: My music, my life, my heart, my soul\n start_ms: 11610\n end_ms: 14340\n- text: My music, my everything, I give my all\n start_ms: 14340\n end_ms: 17080\n- text: My wife, my daughter, my love, my dream\n start_ms: 17080\n end_ms: 19810\n- text: My mother, my father, my brother, my team\n start_ms: 19810\n end_ms: 22580\n- text: My camp, my squad, my house, my car\n start_ms: 22580\n end_ms: 25480\n- text: My boat, my shoes, my pants, my shirt\n start_ms: 25480\n end_ms: 28450\n- text: My coke, my sugar, my cream, my butter\n start_ms: 28450\n end_ms: 31040\n- text: My toast, my all, my queen, my folks\n start_ms: 31040\n end_ms: 33190\n- text: (Samuel Christian)\n start_ms: 33190\n end_ms: 33940\n- text: My baby! Walk like six strings\n start_ms: 33940\n end_ms: 36710\n- text: Talk like she's my everything\n start_ms: 36710\n end_ms: 39490\n- text: My baby! Loves me, hates me\n start_ms: 39490\n end_ms: 42350\n- text: Leaves me, runs right back\n start_ms: 42350\n end_ms: 44120\n- text: That sexy lady! All I know\n start_ms: 44120\n end_ms: 46920\n- text: She shares all my confusion, so\n start_ms: 46920\n end_ms: 50740\n- text: My baby! Will not run from an-y-thing\n start_ms: 50740\n end_ms: 54680\n- text: I swear this though\n start_ms: 54680\n end_ms: 56540\n- text: (Knoc-Turn'al talking)\n start_ms: 56540\n end_ms: 57580\n- text: Now I lay me down to sleep\n start_ms: 57580\n end_ms: 59240\n- text: I pray the Lord, my soul to keep\n start_ms: 59240\n end_ms: 61240\n- text: If Muzik should die before I wake\n start_ms: 61240\n end_ms: 63690\n- text: I pray the Lord, my soul to take\n start_ms: 63690\n end_ms: 67590\n- text: (Knoc-Turn'al)\n start_ms: 67590\n end_ms: 68150\n- text: She's thick, she's bad, so clean, she's fine\n start_ms: 68150\n end_ms: 70540\n- text: She loves, she hates, she laughs, she cries\n start_ms: 70540\n end_ms: 73410\n- text: She hurts, she lies, she's Bonnie, I'm Clyde\n start_ms: 73410\n end_ms: 76230\n- text: She's ghetto, she's real, she sings, she rhymes\n start_ms: 76230\n end_ms: 79060\n- text: She comes, she goes, she lives, she dies\n start_ms: 79060\n end_ms: 81750\n- text: She sexy and bomb, she blows my mind\n start_ms: 81750\n end_ms: 84550\n- text: She stays in line, she's smart, she's funny\n start_ms: 84550\n end_ms: 87400\n- text: She's crafty and cunning, in the game she's running\n start_ms: 87400\n end_ms: 90260\n- text: Her lips, her back, her waist, her thighs\n start_ms: 90260\n end_ms: 93100\n- text: Her face, her skin, her hair, her eyes\n start_ms: 93100\n end_ms: 95890\n- text: Her voice, her shape, her hips, her mind\n start_ms: 95890\n end_ms: 98760\n- text: Her love, her smile, her touch, her time\n start_ms: 98760\n end_ms: 101480\n- text: ()\n start_ms: 101480\n end_ms: 103370\n- text: (Knoc-Turn'al)\n start_ms: 103370\n end_ms: 105020\n- text: I'm tipsy, I'm through, I'm drunk, I'm blunted\n start_ms: 105020\n end_ms: 127720\n- text: My way, my day, my life - I love it\n start_ms: 127720\n end_ms: 130270\n- text: I move, I groove, I shake, I love it\n start_ms: 130270\n end_ms: 133160\n- text: My friends, my kins, I like, I love it\n start_ms: 133160\n end_ms: 135840\n- text: I show, I prove, I live, I learn\n start_ms: 135840\n end_ms: 138660\n- text: I show, I teach, I run these streets\n start_ms: 138660\n end_ms: 141510\n- text: My kin, my heart, my heat, my rhythm\n start_ms: 141510\n end_ms: 144360\n- text: My rap, my beat, my life, my head and my feet\n start_ms: 144360\n end_ms: 148380\n- text: My heart, my soul, my candy, my cake\n start_ms: 148380\n end_ms: 150460\n- text: My platinum, my gold, my land, my gate\n start_ms: 150460\n end_ms: 153250\n- text: My Benz, my lake\n start_ms: 153250\n end_ms: 155030\n- text: My keys, my money, my love, my hate\n start_ms: 155030\n end_ms: 157540\n- text: My clothes, my phone, my house, my home\n start_ms: 157540\n end_ms: 160400\n- text: My money, my comb, my sugar, my spice\n start_ms: 160400\n end_ms: 163280\n- text: My base, my chrome\n start_ms: 163280\n end_ms: 164740\n- text: My rhythm, my music, my home\n start_ms: 164740\n end_ms: 166590\n- text: My world, my girl, my life, my home, my...\n start_ms: 166590\n end_ms: 169830\n- text: () - repeat until fade\n start_ms: 169830\n end_ms: 173380\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 173380\nplain: |-\n You ready?\n\n (Knoc-Turn'al)\n Yes, ha ha ha\n Yeah, yeah\n Let's go, I like singing\n\n (Knoc-Turn'al)\n My music, my life, my heart, my soul\n My music, my everything, I give my all\n My wife, my daughter, my love, my dream\n My mother, my father, my brother, my team\n My camp, my squad, my house, my car\n My boat, my shoes, my pants, my shirt\n My coke, my sugar, my cream, my butter\n My toast, my all, my queen, my folks\n\n (Samuel Christian)\n My baby! Walk like six strings\n Talk like she's my everything\n My baby! Loves me, hates me\n Leaves me, runs right back\n That sexy lady! All I know\n She shares all my confusion, so\n My baby! Will not run from an-y-thing\n I swear this though\n\n (Knoc-Turn'al talking)\n Now I lay me down to sleep\n I pray the Lord, my soul to keep\n If Muzik should die before I wake\n I pray the Lord, my soul to take\n\n (Knoc-Turn'al)\n She's thick, she's bad, so clean, she's fine\n She loves, she hates, she laughs, she cries\n She hurts, she lies, she's Bonnie, I'm Clyde\n She's ghetto, she's real, she sings, she rhymes\n She comes, she goes, she lives, she dies\n She sexy and bomb, she blows my mind\n She stays in line, she's smart, she's funny\n She's crafty and cunning, in the game she's running\n Her lips, her back, her waist, her thighs\n Her face, her skin, her hair, her eyes\n Her voice, her shape, her hips, her mind\n Her love, her smile, her touch, her time\n\n ()\n\n (Knoc-Turn'al)\n I'm tipsy, I'm through, I'm drunk, I'm blunted\n My way, my day, my life - I love it\n I move, I groove, I shake, I love it\n My friends, my kins, I like, I love it\n I show, I prove, I live, I learn\n I show, I teach, I run these streets\n My kin, my heart, my heat, my rhythm\n My rap, my beat, my life, my head and my feet\n My heart, my soul, my candy, my cake\n My platinum, my gold, my land, my gate\n My Benz, my lake\n My keys, my money, my love, my hate\n My clothes, my phone, my house, my home\n My money, my comb, my sugar, my spice\n My base, my chrome\n My rhythm, my music, my home\n My world, my girl, my life, my home, my...\n\n () - repeat until fade\n"},{"id":21133571,"name":"The Watcher","trackName":"The Watcher","artistName":"Dr. Dre","albumName":"Bad Intentions (feat. Knoc‐Turn’Al)","duration":209.133333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Things just ain't the same for gangstas\nTimes is changin', young niggas is agin'\nBecoming OGs in the game and changin'\nTo make way for these new names and faces\nBut the strangest things can happen from rappin'\nWhen niggas get wrapped up in image and actin'\nNiggas get capped up and wrapped in plastic\nZipped up in bags, when it happens, that's it\n\nI've seen 'em come, I've watched 'em go\nWatched 'em rise, witnessed it and watched 'em blow\nWatched 'em all blossom and watched 'em grow\nWatched the lawsuits when they lost the dough\nBest friends and money, I lost them both\nWent and visited niggas in the hospital\nIt's all the same shit all across the globe\nI just sit back and watch the show (the watcher)\n\n'Cause everywhere that I go\nAin't the same as befo' (the watcher)\nPeople I used to know\nJust don't know me no mo' (the watcher)\nBut everywhere that I go\nI got people I know (the watcher)\nWho got people they know\nSo I suggest you lay low (I'm watching)\n\nI moved out of the hood for good, you blame me?\nNiggas aim mainly at niggas they can't be\nBut niggas can't hit niggas they can't see\nI'm out of sight, now I'm out of they dang reach\nHow would you feel if niggas wanted you killed?\nYou'd probably move to a new house on a new hill\nAnd choose a new spot, if niggas wanted you shot\nI ain't a thug, how much 2Pac in you you got?\n\nI ain't no bitch, neither\nIt's either my life or your life and I ain't leavin', I like breathin'\n'Cause nigga, we can go round for round\nClip for clip, shit, fo'-pound for pound\nNigga, if you really want to take it there, we can\nJust remember that you fuckin' with a family man\nI got a lot more to lose than you, remember that\nWhen you wanna come and fill these shoes (the watcher)\n\n'Cause everywhere that I go\nAin't the same as befo' (the watcher)\nPeople I used to know\nJust don't know me no mo' (the watcher)\nBut everywhere that I go\nI got people I know (the watcher)\nWho got people they know\nSo I suggest you lay low (I'm watching)\n\nThings just ain't the same for gangstas\nCops is anxious to put niggas in handcuffs\nThey wanna hang us, see us dead, or enslave us\nKeep us trapped in the same place we was raised in\nThen they wonder why we act so outrageous\nRun around stressed out and pull out gauges\n'Cause every time you let the animal out cages\nIt's dangerous to people who look like strangers\n\nBut now we got a new era of gangstas\nHustlers and youngsters livin' amongst us\nLookin' at us, now callin' us busters\nCan't help but reminisce back when it was us\nNigga, we started this gangsta shit!\nAnd this the motherfuckin' thanks I get?\nIt's funny how time flies\nI'm just having fun just watchin' it fly by (the watcher)\n\n'Cause everywhere that I go\nAin't the same as befo' (the watcher)\nPeople I used to know\nJust don't know me no mo' (the watcher)\nBut everywhere that I go\nI got people I know (the watcher)\nWho got people they know\nSo I suggest you lay low (I'm watching)\n\nThe watcher\nI'm watching\nThe watcher\nThe watcher","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.18] Things just ain't the same for gangstas\n[00:02.41] Times is changin', young niggas is agin'\n[00:04.81] Becoming OGs in the game and changin'\n[00:07.56] To make way for these new names and faces\n[00:10.24] But the strangest things can happen from rappin'\n[00:12.37] When niggas get wrapped up in image and actin'\n[00:15.03] Niggas get capped up and wrapped in plastic\n[00:17.16] Zipped up in bags, when it happens, that's it\n[00:19.85] I've seen 'em come, I've watched 'em go\n[00:22.08] Watched 'em rise, witnessed it and watched 'em blow\n[00:24.48] Watched 'em all blossom and watched 'em grow\n[00:27.66] Watched the lawsuits when they lost the dough\n[00:30.07] Best friends and money, I lost them both\n[00:31.97] Went and visited niggas in the hospital\n[00:34.33] It's all the same shit all across the globe\n[00:36.92] I just sit back and watch the show (the watcher)\n[00:38.86] 'Cause everywhere that I go\n[00:42.64] Ain't the same as befo' (the watcher)\n[00:43.99] People I used to know\n[00:46.05] Just don't know me no mo' (the watcher)\n[00:48.30] But everywhere that I go\n[00:50.62] I got people I know (the watcher)\n[00:53.58] Who got people they know\n[00:56.03] So I suggest you lay low (I'm watching)\n[00:58.49] I moved out of the hood for good, you blame me?\n[01:01.66] Niggas aim mainly at niggas they can't be\n[01:03.44] But niggas can't hit niggas they can't see\n[01:06.48] I'm out of sight, now I'm out of they dang reach\n[01:09.17] How would you feel if niggas wanted you killed?\n[01:11.56] You'd probably move to a new house on a new hill\n[01:14.16] And choose a new spot, if niggas wanted you shot\n[01:16.56] I ain't a thug, how much 2Pac in you you got?\n[01:18.95] I ain't no bitch, neither\n[01:20.37] It's either my life or your life and I ain't leavin', I like breathin'\n[01:24.02] 'Cause nigga, we can go round for round\n[01:26.29] Clip for clip, shit, fo'-pound for pound\n[01:28.34] Nigga, if you really want to take it there, we can\n[01:31.05] Just remember that you fuckin' with a family man\n[01:33.45] I got a lot more to lose than you, remember that\n[01:36.18] When you wanna come and fill these shoes (the watcher)\n[01:38.24] 'Cause everywhere that I go\n[01:40.12] Ain't the same as befo' (the watcher)\n[01:42.55] People I used to know\n[01:44.90] Just don't know me no mo' (the watcher)\n[01:47.68] But everywhere that I go\n[01:50.07] I got people I know (the watcher)\n[01:52.43] Who got people they know\n[01:55.64] So I suggest you lay low (I'm watching)\n[01:57.76] \n[02:08.22] Things just ain't the same for gangstas\n[02:10.31] Cops is anxious to put niggas in handcuffs\n[02:13.09] They wanna hang us, see us dead, or enslave us\n[02:15.72] Keep us trapped in the same place we was raised in\n[02:18.43] Then they wonder why we act so outrageous\n[02:20.28] Run around stressed out and pull out gauges\n[02:22.66] 'Cause every time you let the animal out cages\n[02:25.32] It's dangerous to people who look like strangers\n[02:27.72] But now we got a new era of gangstas\n[02:30.19] Hustlers and youngsters livin' amongst us\n[02:32.59] Lookin' at us, now callin' us busters\n[02:36.81] Can't help but reminisce back when it was us\n[02:37.63] Nigga, we started this gangsta shit!\n[02:40.07] And this the motherfuckin' thanks I get?\n[02:42.46] It's funny how time flies\n[02:44.10] I'm just having fun just watchin' it fly by (the watcher)\n[02:46.42] 'Cause everywhere that I go\n[02:49.78] Ain't the same as befo' (the watcher)\n[02:51.58] People I used to know\n[02:53.76] Just don't know me no mo' (the watcher)\n[02:56.34] But everywhere that I go\n[02:59.34] I got people I know (the watcher)\n[03:01.45] Who got people they know\n[03:03.87] So I suggest you lay low (I'm watching)\n[03:06.25] The watcher\n[03:08.10] I'm watching\n[03:16.18] The watcher\n[03:17.53] The watcher\n[03:25.07] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The Watcher\n artist: Dr. Dre\n album: Bad Intentions (feat. Knoc‐Turn’Al)\n duration_ms: 209133\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Things just ain't the same for gangstas\n start_ms: 1180\n end_ms: 2410\n- text: Times is changin', young niggas is agin'\n start_ms: 2410\n end_ms: 4810\n- text: Becoming OGs in the game and changin'\n start_ms: 4810\n end_ms: 7560\n- text: To make way for these new names and faces\n start_ms: 7560\n end_ms: 10240\n- text: But the strangest things can happen from rappin'\n start_ms: 10240\n end_ms: 12370\n- text: When niggas get wrapped up in image and actin'\n start_ms: 12370\n end_ms: 15030\n- text: Niggas get capped up and wrapped in plastic\n start_ms: 15030\n end_ms: 17160\n- text: Zipped up in bags, when it happens, that's it\n start_ms: 17160\n end_ms: 19850\n- text: I've seen 'em come, I've watched 'em go\n start_ms: 19850\n end_ms: 22080\n- text: Watched 'em rise, witnessed it and watched 'em blow\n start_ms: 22080\n end_ms: 24480\n- text: Watched 'em all blossom and watched 'em grow\n start_ms: 24480\n end_ms: 27660\n- text: Watched the lawsuits when they lost the dough\n start_ms: 27660\n end_ms: 30070\n- text: Best friends and money, I lost them both\n start_ms: 30070\n end_ms: 31970\n- text: Went and visited niggas in the hospital\n start_ms: 31970\n end_ms: 34330\n- text: It's all the same shit all across the globe\n start_ms: 34330\n end_ms: 36920\n- text: I just sit back and watch the show (the watcher)\n start_ms: 36920\n end_ms: 38860\n- text: '''Cause everywhere that I go'\n start_ms: 38860\n end_ms: 42640\n- text: Ain't the same as befo' (the watcher)\n start_ms: 42640\n end_ms: 43990\n- text: People I used to know\n start_ms: 43990\n end_ms: 46050\n- text: Just don't know me no mo' (the watcher)\n start_ms: 46050\n end_ms: 48300\n- text: But everywhere that I go\n start_ms: 48300\n end_ms: 50620\n- text: I got people I know (the watcher)\n start_ms: 50620\n end_ms: 53580\n- text: Who got people they know\n start_ms: 53580\n end_ms: 56030\n- text: So I suggest you lay low (I'm watching)\n start_ms: 56030\n end_ms: 58490\n- text: I moved out of the hood for good, you blame me?\n start_ms: 58490\n end_ms: 61660\n- text: Niggas aim mainly at niggas they can't be\n start_ms: 61660\n end_ms: 63440\n- text: But niggas can't hit niggas they can't see\n start_ms: 63440\n end_ms: 66480\n- text: I'm out of sight, now I'm out of they dang reach\n start_ms: 66480\n end_ms: 69170\n- text: How would you feel if niggas wanted you killed?\n start_ms: 69170\n end_ms: 71560\n- text: You'd probably move to a new house on a new hill\n start_ms: 71560\n end_ms: 74160\n- text: And choose a new spot, if niggas wanted you shot\n start_ms: 74160\n end_ms: 76560\n- text: I ain't a thug, how much 2Pac in you you got?\n start_ms: 76560\n end_ms: 78950\n- text: I ain't no bitch, neither\n start_ms: 78950\n end_ms: 80370\n- text: It's either my life or your life and I ain't leavin', I like breathin'\n start_ms: 80370\n end_ms: 84020\n- text: '''Cause nigga, we can go round for round'\n start_ms: 84020\n end_ms: 86290\n- text: Clip for clip, shit, fo'-pound for pound\n start_ms: 86290\n end_ms: 88340\n- text: Nigga, if you really want to take it there, we can\n start_ms: 88340\n end_ms: 91050\n- text: Just remember that you fuckin' with a family man\n start_ms: 91050\n end_ms: 93450\n- text: I got a lot more to lose than you, remember that\n start_ms: 93450\n end_ms: 96180\n- text: When you wanna come and fill these shoes (the watcher)\n start_ms: 96180\n end_ms: 98240\n- text: '''Cause everywhere that I go'\n start_ms: 98240\n end_ms: 100120\n- text: Ain't the same as befo' (the watcher)\n start_ms: 100120\n end_ms: 102550\n- text: People I used to know\n start_ms: 102550\n end_ms: 104900\n- text: Just don't know me no mo' (the watcher)\n start_ms: 104900\n end_ms: 107680\n- text: But everywhere that I go\n start_ms: 107680\n end_ms: 110070\n- text: I got people I know (the watcher)\n start_ms: 110070\n end_ms: 112430\n- text: Who got people they know\n start_ms: 112430\n end_ms: 115640\n- text: So I suggest you lay low (I'm watching)\n start_ms: 115640\n end_ms: 117760\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 117760\n end_ms: 128220\n- text: Things just ain't the same for gangstas\n start_ms: 128220\n end_ms: 130310\n- text: Cops is anxious to put niggas in handcuffs\n start_ms: 130310\n end_ms: 133090\n- text: They wanna hang us, see us dead, or enslave us\n start_ms: 133090\n end_ms: 135720\n- text: Keep us trapped in the same place we was raised in\n start_ms: 135720\n end_ms: 138430\n- text: Then they wonder why we act so outrageous\n start_ms: 138430\n end_ms: 140280\n- text: Run around stressed out and pull out gauges\n start_ms: 140280\n end_ms: 142660\n- text: '''Cause every time you let the animal out cages'\n start_ms: 142660\n end_ms: 145320\n- text: It's dangerous to people who look like strangers\n start_ms: 145320\n end_ms: 147720\n- text: But now we got a new era of gangstas\n start_ms: 147720\n end_ms: 150190\n- text: Hustlers and youngsters livin' amongst us\n start_ms: 150190\n end_ms: 152590\n- text: Lookin' at us, now callin' us busters\n start_ms: 152590\n end_ms: 156810\n- text: Can't help but reminisce back when it was us\n start_ms: 156810\n end_ms: 157630\n- text: Nigga, we started this gangsta shit!\n start_ms: 157630\n end_ms: 160070\n- text: And this the motherfuckin' thanks I get?\n start_ms: 160070\n end_ms: 162460\n- text: It's funny how time flies\n start_ms: 162460\n end_ms: 164100\n- text: I'm just having fun just watchin' it fly by (the watcher)\n start_ms: 164100\n end_ms: 166420\n- text: '''Cause everywhere that I go'\n start_ms: 166420\n end_ms: 169780\n- text: Ain't the same as befo' (the watcher)\n start_ms: 169780\n end_ms: 171580\n- text: People I used to know\n start_ms: 171580\n end_ms: 173760\n- text: Just don't know me no mo' (the watcher)\n start_ms: 173760\n end_ms: 176340\n- text: But everywhere that I go\n start_ms: 176340\n end_ms: 179340\n- text: I got people I know (the watcher)\n start_ms: 179340\n end_ms: 181450\n- text: Who got people they know\n start_ms: 181450\n end_ms: 183870\n- text: So I suggest you lay low (I'm watching)\n start_ms: 183870\n end_ms: 186250\n- text: The watcher\n start_ms: 186250\n end_ms: 188100\n- text: I'm watching\n start_ms: 188100\n end_ms: 196180\n- text: The watcher\n start_ms: 196180\n end_ms: 197530\n- text: The watcher\n start_ms: 197530\n end_ms: 205070\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 205070\nplain: |-\n Things just ain't the same for gangstas\n Times is changin', young niggas is agin'\n Becoming OGs in the game and changin'\n To make way for these new names and faces\n But the strangest things can happen from rappin'\n When niggas get wrapped up in image and actin'\n Niggas get capped up and wrapped in plastic\n Zipped up in bags, when it happens, that's it\n\n I've seen 'em come, I've watched 'em go\n Watched 'em rise, witnessed it and watched 'em blow\n Watched 'em all blossom and watched 'em grow\n Watched the lawsuits when they lost the dough\n Best friends and money, I lost them both\n Went and visited niggas in the hospital\n It's all the same shit all across the globe\n I just sit back and watch the show (the watcher)\n\n 'Cause everywhere that I go\n Ain't the same as befo' (the watcher)\n People I used to know\n Just don't know me no mo' (the watcher)\n But everywhere that I go\n I got people I know (the watcher)\n Who got people they know\n So I suggest you lay low (I'm watching)\n\n I moved out of the hood for good, you blame me?\n Niggas aim mainly at niggas they can't be\n But niggas can't hit niggas they can't see\n I'm out of sight, now I'm out of they dang reach\n How would you feel if niggas wanted you killed?\n You'd probably move to a new house on a new hill\n And choose a new spot, if niggas wanted you shot\n I ain't a thug, how much 2Pac in you you got?\n\n I ain't no bitch, neither\n It's either my life or your life and I ain't leavin', I like breathin'\n 'Cause nigga, we can go round for round\n Clip for clip, shit, fo'-pound for pound\n Nigga, if you really want to take it there, we can\n Just remember that you fuckin' with a family man\n I got a lot more to lose than you, remember that\n When you wanna come and fill these shoes (the watcher)\n\n 'Cause everywhere that I go\n Ain't the same as befo' (the watcher)\n People I used to know\n Just don't know me no mo' (the watcher)\n But everywhere that I go\n I got people I know (the watcher)\n Who got people they know\n So I suggest you lay low (I'm watching)\n\n Things just ain't the same for gangstas\n Cops is anxious to put niggas in handcuffs\n They wanna hang us, see us dead, or enslave us\n Keep us trapped in the same place we was raised in\n Then they wonder why we act so outrageous\n Run around stressed out and pull out gauges\n 'Cause every time you let the animal out cages\n It's dangerous to people who look like strangers\n\n But now we got a new era of gangstas\n Hustlers and youngsters livin' amongst us\n Lookin' at us, now callin' us busters\n Can't help but reminisce back when it was us\n Nigga, we started this gangsta shit!\n And this the motherfuckin' thanks I get?\n It's funny how time flies\n I'm just having fun just watchin' it fly by (the watcher)\n\n 'Cause everywhere that I go\n Ain't the same as befo' (the watcher)\n People I used to know\n Just don't know me no mo' (the watcher)\n But everywhere that I go\n I got people I know (the watcher)\n Who got people they know\n So I suggest you lay low (I'm watching)\n\n The watcher\n I'm watching\n The watcher\n The watcher\n"},{"id":10615641,"name":"The Way I Am (Instrumental)","trackName":"The Way I Am (Instrumental)","artistName":"Knoc-Turn'al","albumName":"The Way I Am","duration":284.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yes\nImma do me\nImma do me\nYou gon do you\nYou gon do you\nImma do me\nImma do me\nYou gon do you\nYou gon do you\nImma do me\nImma do me\n\nIm the most underrated rapper of all time\nSo why do you accept those that bite my rhymes\nMe and eminem rhymed for d r e\nMe and x was in da club bout to blast off heat\nQuik told me to be all I can be\nNate is my dogg him and warren g\nThey recognize the ridah in the drivers seat\nAnd even 50 cent said he'd ride with me\nWe sumthin like gangsta rap cousins\nOn my daughter imma die before I let you touch em\nYou know I like livin\nenjoyin myself and I aint bullshittin\nYou don't move me with fat mouth and lippin\nAnd you don't want to see me out of retirement trippin\nI got a lot to live for\nAnd id be damned if I change one bit\nI like the way I am\nYou understand\n\nPut your hands up come off them grams\nI aint trippin that's the way I am (the way I am)\nAnd if you see me with heat in my hand\nThen you better duck that's the way I am (the way I am)\nI cant believe ya got up in them pants\nSexy lady gon do that dance\nCome on over when ya sick of ya man\nAnd we can chill that's the way I am (the way I am)\n\nI don't know that girl I just met her\nSippin on sour amoretta\nShe gon do her thing a five letter\nBut imma bounce cause her friend looks better\nI like the way she knows me\nI like the way she got herself in v i p\nIf she sees k n o c\nShe gon chill And wait out front for me\nWho do you know that rides for the coast\nWith a new breed and style of rap like me\nI had the patience to study the game\nDr Dre made two chronics and this is chronic three\nI make classic hits and buy classic cars\nAnd see classic tits at classic bars\nKnoc steps in the spot and the girls all pause\nMagic stick ill break down walls\nGot my heat as shit jumps off\nReally you stepping to me is a lost cause\nParty animal here since a quarter to ten\nBaby phase 16 with an LA brim\nI got shell toes on I don't wear them tims\nGot niggas got hoes in the gaggle of gin\nAint no telling what I might get in\nThe first night\nDo it right\nImma do it again\nCmon\n\n(chorus)\n\nYou know where we be\nIn da club\nCome find me\nI aint trippin\nAir is free so what ever you wanna do\nFor real though\nIts just the way I am\n\n(chorus)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The Way I Am (Instrumental)\n artist: Knoc-Turn'al\n album: The Way I Am\n duration_ms: 284000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yes\n Imma do me\n Imma do me\n You gon do you\n You gon do you\n Imma do me\n Imma do me\n You gon do you\n You gon do you\n Imma do me\n Imma do me\n\n Im the most underrated rapper of all time\n So why do you accept those that bite my rhymes\n Me and eminem rhymed for d r e\n Me and x was in da club bout to blast off heat\n Quik told me to be all I can be\n Nate is my dogg him and warren g\n They recognize the ridah in the drivers seat\n And even 50 cent said he'd ride with me\n We sumthin like gangsta rap cousins\n On my daughter imma die before I let you touch em\n You know I like livin\n enjoyin myself and I aint bullshittin\n You don't move me with fat mouth and lippin\n And you don't want to see me out of retirement trippin\n I got a lot to live for\n And id be damned if I change one bit\n I like the way I am\n You understand\n\n Put your hands up come off them grams\n I aint trippin that's the way I am (the way I am)\n And if you see me with heat in my hand\n Then you better duck that's the way I am (the way I am)\n I cant believe ya got up in them pants\n Sexy lady gon do that dance\n Come on over when ya sick of ya man\n And we can chill that's the way I am (the way I am)\n\n I don't know that girl I just met her\n Sippin on sour amoretta\n She gon do her thing a five letter\n But imma bounce cause her friend looks better\n I like the way she knows me\n I like the way she got herself in v i p\n If she sees k n o c\n She gon chill And wait out front for me\n Who do you know that rides for the coast\n With a new breed and style of rap like me\n I had the patience to study the game\n Dr Dre made two chronics and this is chronic three\n I make classic hits and buy classic cars\n And see classic tits at classic bars\n Knoc steps in the spot and the girls all pause\n Magic stick ill break down walls\n Got my heat as shit jumps off\n Really you stepping to me is a lost cause\n Party animal here since a quarter to ten\n Baby phase 16 with an LA brim\n I got shell toes on I don't wear them tims\n Got niggas got hoes in the gaggle of gin\n Aint no telling what I might get in\n The first night\n Do it right\n Imma do it again\n Cmon\n\n (chorus)\n\n You know where we be\n In da club\n Come find me\n I aint trippin\n Air is free so what ever you wanna do\n For real though\n Its just the way I am\n\n (chorus)\n"},{"id":13963277,"name":"Until the Day (A Souljah Story)","trackName":"Until the Day (A Souljah Story)","artistName":"Knoc‐Turn’Al","albumName":"The Way I Am","duration":244.66925,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Knoc-Turn'al talking]\nYes.\nKnoc-Turn'al\nYup\nLet's go.\n\n[Knoc-Turn'al, verse 1]\nIt's amazing\nHow outta my life I made short a long story\nI came a long way outta bullshit but I asked for no glory\nI came a long way from the pavement on the block stackin' dough\nAnd on a long day there would be a raid and business was slow\nHow many times must I see a victim losing a life?\nHow many days must I hustle 'fore my hustle get right?\nHow many days must the children duck when bullets take flight?\nHow would a gang act when one of they own is dying tonight?\n\n[Blaq Rose, Hook 2x]\nUntil the day\nI wanna be right where you are\nWanna hold you in my arms\nWanna be your shining star\n\n[Knoc-turn'al, verse 2]\nIt's amazing\nHow hard times, they come and they go\nIn the ghetto, these ghetto days we go with the flow\nI spent my whole life hustlin, grindin the streets\nAnd when hard times came I regrouped and stood on my feet\nWhen will it be safe for kids to go outside again?\nWhen will the day come for us to love and embrace a friend?\nI travel all around the world, working, gettin it right\nBecause the world is a ghetto and the ghetto's my life\n\n[Hook 2x]\n\n[Knoc-Turn'al, verse 3]\nIt's amazing\nHow mothers in ghetto's hold they heads high\nAnd when times get too hard they just look to the sky\nPull out some drink 'cause the homie would'a been 30 today\nBut tradgedy struck at 14 and took him away\nI want a new life where family's don't have to cry no more\nI know kids in the ghetto listen to Knoc-Turn'al\nUntil the day I get all my people off of the streets\nIm'a be here puttin it down for L.A.C\n\n[Hook 2x]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Until the Day (A Souljah Story)\n artist: Knoc‐Turn’Al\n album: The Way I Am\n duration_ms: 244669\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Knoc-Turn'al talking]\n Yes.\n Knoc-Turn'al\n Yup\n Let's go.\n\n [Knoc-Turn'al, verse 1]\n It's amazing\n How outta my life I made short a long story\n I came a long way outta bullshit but I asked for no glory\n I came a long way from the pavement on the block stackin' dough\n And on a long day there would be a raid and business was slow\n How many times must I see a victim losing a life?\n How many days must I hustle 'fore my hustle get right?\n How many days must the children duck when bullets take flight?\n How would a gang act when one of they own is dying tonight?\n\n [Blaq Rose, Hook 2x]\n Until the day\n I wanna be right where you are\n Wanna hold you in my arms\n Wanna be your shining star\n\n [Knoc-turn'al, verse 2]\n It's amazing\n How hard times, they come and they go\n In the ghetto, these ghetto days we go with the flow\n I spent my whole life hustlin, grindin the streets\n And when hard times came I regrouped and stood on my feet\n When will it be safe for kids to go outside again?\n When will the day come for us to love and embrace a friend?\n I travel all around the world, working, gettin it right\n Because the world is a ghetto and the ghetto's my life\n\n [Hook 2x]\n\n [Knoc-Turn'al, verse 3]\n It's amazing\n How mothers in ghetto's hold they heads high\n And when times get too hard they just look to the sky\n Pull out some drink 'cause the homie would'a been 30 today\n But tradgedy struck at 14 and took him away\n I want a new life where family's don't have to cry no more\n I know kids in the ghetto listen to Knoc-Turn'al\n Until the day I get all my people off of the streets\n Im'a be here puttin it down for L.A.C\n\n [Hook 2x]\n"},{"id":13288491,"name":"Until The Day (A Souljah Story","trackName":"Until The Day (A Souljah Story","artistName":"Knoc-Turn'al","albumName":"The Way I Am","duration":245.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":true,"plainLyrics":"[Knoc-Turn'al talking]\nYes.\nKnoc-Turn'al\nYup\nLet's go.\n\n[Knoc-Turn'al, verse 1]\nIt's amazing\nHow outta my life I made short a long story\nI came a long way outta bullshit but I asked for no glory\nI came a long way from the pavement on the block stackin' dough\nAnd on a long day there would be a raid and business was slow\nHow many times must I see a victim losing a life?\nHow many days must I hustle 'fore my hustle get right?\nHow many days must the children duck when bullets take flight?\nHow would a gang act when one of they own is dying tonight?\n\n[Blaq Rose, Hook 2x]\nUntil the day\nI wanna be right where you are\nWanna hold you in my arms\nWanna be your shining star\n\n[Knoc-turn'al, verse 2]\nIt's amazing\nHow hard times, they come and they go\nIn the ghetto, these ghetto days we go with the flow\nI spent my whole life hustlin, grindin the streets\nAnd when hard times came I regrouped and stood on my feet\nWhen will it be safe for kids to go outside again?\nWhen will the day come for us to love and embrace a friend?\nI travel all around the world, working, gettin it right\nBecause the world is a ghetto and the ghetto's my life\n\n[Hook 2x]\n\n[Knoc-Turn'al, verse 3]\nIt's amazing\nHow mothers in ghetto's hold they heads high\nAnd when times get too hard they just look to the sky\nPull out some drink 'cause the homie would'a been 30 today\nBut tradgedy struck at 14 and took him away\nI want a new life where family's don't have to cry no more\nI know kids in the ghetto listen to Knoc-Turn'al\nUntil the day I get all my people off of the streets\nIm'a be here puttin it down for L.A.C\n\n[Hook 2x]","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.60]Yes\n[00:05.89]Nocturnal\n[00:09.06]Who's who?\n[00:09.86]Yep\n[00:12.04]Let's go\n[00:13.21]It's amazing how out of my life I make short a long story\n[00:16.77]I came a long way out of bullshit but I ask for no glory\n[00:19.81]I came a long way from the pavement on the block stacking dough\n[00:23.12]And on a long day there would be a raid and business was slow\n[00:26.24]How many times must I see a victim losing a life?\n[00:29.64]How many days must I hustle 'fore my hustle get right?\n[00:32.71]How many days must the children duck when bullets take flight?\n[00:36.05]How would a gang act when one of their own is dying tonight?\n[00:39.98]Until that day (Honey)\n[00:40.73]I wanna be right where you are\n[00:44.16]Wanna hold you in my arms (My arms)\n[00:47.45]Wanna be your shining star (I wanna be)\n[00:51.79]Until that day\n[00:53.72]I wanna be right where you are\n[00:57.16]Wanna hold you in my arms (Oh yeah)\n[01:00.47]Wanna be your shining star\n[01:05.25]It's amazing how hard times they come and they go\n[01:08.76]In the ghetto, these ghetto days we go with the flow\n[01:11.70]I spent my whole life hustling, grinding the streets\n[01:15.07]And when hard times came I regrouped and stood on my feet\n[01:18.23]When will it be safe for kids to go outside again?\n[01:21.51]When will the day come for us to love and embrace a friend?\n[01:24.87]I travel all around the world working, getting it right\n[01:27.95]Because the world is a ghetto and the ghetto's my life\n[01:30.92]Until that day (Honey)\n[01:32.80]I wanna be right where you are\n[01:36.15]Wanna hold you in my arms (My arms)\n[01:39.41]Wanna be your shining star (I wanna be)\n[01:43.77]Until that day\n[01:45.71]I wanna be right where you are\n[01:49.16]Wanna hold you in my arms (Oh yeah)\n[01:52.78]Wanna be your shining star\n[01:57.19]It's amazing how mothers in ghettos hold their heads high\n[02:00.77]And when times get too hard they just look to the sky\n[02:03.70]Pour out some drank 'cause the homie would've been 30 today\n[02:07.03]But tragedy struck at 14 and took him away\n[02:10.21]I want a new life where families don't have to cry no more\n[02:13.61]I know kids in the ghetto listen to Nocturnal\n[02:16.78]Until the day I get all my peoples off of the streets\n[02:20.00]I'ma be here putting it down for LAC\n[02:22.95]Until that day (Honey)\n[02:24.75]I wanna be right where you are\n[02:28.16]Wanna hold you in my arms (My arms)\n[03:23.35]Wanna be your shining star (I wanna be)\n[03:27.68]Until that day\n[03:29.62]I wanna be right where you are\n[03:33.02]Wanna hold you in my arms (Oh yeah)\n[03:36.03]Wanna be your shining star\n[03:45.68]This some good weed here, boy\n[03:47.83]Playboy, you over there shitting on yourself again\n[03:50.00]That shit, boy, that kush\n[03:52.42]You don't know about the kush\n[03:53.63]I know what the fuck it is\n[03:56.48]What the hell?\n[03:58.47]You over there stanking and shit, boy?\n[04:01.15]Play a goddamn song, stanky motherfucker\n[04:03.79]Fuck you","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Until The Day (A Souljah Story\n artist: Knoc-Turn'al\n album: The Way I Am\n duration_ms: 245000\n instrumental: false\n language: en\nlines:\n- text: Yes\n start_ms: 3600\n end_ms: 3940\n words:\n - text: Yes\n start_ms: 3600\n- text: Nocturnal\n start_ms: 5890\n end_ms: 6730\n words:\n - text: Nocturnal\n start_ms: 5890\n- text: Who's who?\n start_ms: 9060\n end_ms: 9680\n words:\n - text: 'Who''s '\n start_ms: 9060\n - text: who?\n start_ms: 9400\n- text: Yep\n start_ms: 9860\n end_ms: 10240\n words:\n - text: Yep\n start_ms: 9860\n- text: Let's go\n start_ms: 12040\n end_ms: 12460\n words:\n - text: 'Let''s '\n start_ms: 12040\n - text: go\n start_ms: 12320\n- text: It's amazing how out of my life I make short a long story\n start_ms: 13210\n end_ms: 16390\n words:\n - text: 'It''s '\n start_ms: 13210\n - text: 'amazing '\n start_ms: 13410\n - text: 'how '\n start_ms: 14210\n - text: 'out '\n start_ms: 14350\n - text: 'of '\n start_ms: 14470\n - text: 'my '\n start_ms: 14570\n - text: 'life '\n start_ms: 14730\n - text: 'I '\n start_ms: 15010\n - text: 'make '\n start_ms: 15150\n - text: 'short '\n start_ms: 15390\n - text: 'a '\n start_ms: 15630\n - text: 'long '\n start_ms: 15730\n - text: story\n start_ms: 16050\n- text: I came a long way out of bullshit but I ask for no glory\n start_ms: 16770\n end_ms: 19550\n words:\n - text: 'I '\n start_ms: 16770\n - text: 'came '\n start_ms: 16870\n - text: 'a '\n start_ms: 17050\n - text: 'long '\n start_ms: 17150\n - text: 'way '\n start_ms: 17390\n - text: 'out '\n start_ms: 17610\n - text: 'of '\n start_ms: 17710\n - text: 'bullshit '\n start_ms: 17870\n - text: 'but '\n start_ms: 18350\n - text: 'I '\n start_ms: 18530\n - text: 'ask '\n start_ms: 18630\n - text: 'for '\n start_ms: 18850\n - text: 'no '\n start_ms: 19010\n - text: glory\n start_ms: 19210\n- text: I came a long way from the pavement on the block stacking dough\n start_ms: 19810\n end_ms: 22610\n words:\n - text: 'I '\n start_ms: 19810\n - text: 'came '\n start_ms: 19910\n - text: 'a '\n start_ms: 20090\n - text: 'long '\n start_ms: 20190\n - text: 'way '\n start_ms: 20470\n - text: 'from '\n start_ms: 20730\n - text: 'the '\n start_ms: 20870\n - text: 'pavement '\n start_ms: 21030\n - text: 'on '\n start_ms: 21430\n - text: 'the '\n start_ms: 21530\n - text: 'block '\n start_ms: 21650\n - text: 'stacking '\n start_ms: 21970\n - text: dough\n start_ms: 22390\n- text: And on a long day there would be a raid and business was slow\n start_ms: 23120\n end_ms: 25940\n words:\n - text: 'And '\n start_ms: 23120\n - text: 'on '\n start_ms: 23240\n - text: 'a '\n start_ms: 23380\n - text: 'long '\n start_ms: 23480\n - text: 'day '\n start_ms: 23800\n - text: 'there '\n start_ms: 24000\n - text: 'would '\n start_ms: 24120\n - text: 'be '\n start_ms: 24300\n - text: 'a '\n start_ms: 24480\n - text: 'raid '\n start_ms: 24600\n - text: 'and '\n start_ms: 24860\n - text: 'business '\n start_ms: 25060\n - text: 'was '\n start_ms: 25460\n - text: slow\n start_ms: 25660\n- text: How many times must I see a victim losing a life?\n start_ms: 26240\n end_ms: 29140\n words:\n - text: 'How '\n start_ms: 26240\n - text: 'many '\n start_ms: 26380\n - text: 'times '\n start_ms: 26660\n - text: 'must '\n start_ms: 27080\n - text: 'I '\n start_ms: 27300\n - text: 'see '\n start_ms: 27440\n - text: 'a '\n start_ms: 27660\n - text: 'victim '\n start_ms: 27800\n - text: 'losing '\n start_ms: 28260\n - text: 'a '\n start_ms: 28660\n - text: life?\n start_ms: 28800\n- text: How many days must I hustle 'fore my hustle get right?\n start_ms: 29640\n end_ms: 32440\n words:\n - text: 'How '\n start_ms: 29640\n - text: 'many '\n start_ms: 29760\n - text: 'days '\n start_ms: 30040\n - text: 'must '\n start_ms: 30420\n - text: 'I '\n start_ms: 30680\n - text: 'hustle '\n start_ms: 30760\n - text: '''fore '\n start_ms: 31120\n - text: 'my '\n start_ms: 31340\n - text: 'hustle '\n start_ms: 31480\n - text: 'get '\n start_ms: 31920\n - text: right?\n start_ms: 32159\n- text: How many days must the children duck when bullets take flight?\n start_ms: 32710\n end_ms: 35631\n words:\n - text: 'How '\n start_ms: 32710\n - text: 'many '\n start_ms: 32851\n - text: 'days '\n start_ms: 33151\n - text: 'must '\n start_ms: 33491\n - text: 'the '\n start_ms: 33671\n - text: 'children '\n start_ms: 33831\n - text: 'duck '\n start_ms: 34331\n - text: 'when '\n start_ms: 34591\n - text: 'bullets '\n start_ms: 34771\n - text: 'take '\n start_ms: 35111\n - text: flight?\n start_ms: 35411\n- text: How would a gang act when one of their own is dying tonight?\n start_ms: 36050\n end_ms: 38870\n words:\n - text: 'How '\n start_ms: 36050\n - text: 'would '\n start_ms: 36170\n - text: 'a '\n start_ms: 36290\n - text: 'gang '\n start_ms: 36430\n - text: 'act '\n start_ms: 36830\n - text: 'when '\n start_ms: 37070\n - text: 'one '\n start_ms: 37230\n - text: 'of '\n start_ms: 37350\n - text: 'their '\n start_ms: 37430\n - text: 'own '\n start_ms: 37650\n - text: 'is '\n start_ms: 37870\n - text: 'dying '\n start_ms: 38070\n - text: tonight?\n start_ms: 38430\n- text: Until that day (Honey)\n start_ms: 39980\n end_ms: 40730\n words:\n - text: 'Until '\n start_ms: 39980\n - text: 'that '\n start_ms: 40029\n - text: 'day '\n start_ms: 40061\n - text: (Honey)\n start_ms: 40074\n- text: I wanna be right where you are\n start_ms: 40730\n end_ms: 42950\n words:\n - text: 'I '\n start_ms: 40730\n - text: 'wanna '\n start_ms: 40830\n - text: 'be '\n start_ms: 41150\n - text: 'right '\n start_ms: 41530\n - text: 'where '\n start_ms: 41910\n - text: 'you '\n start_ms: 42370\n - text: are\n start_ms: 42530\n- text: Wanna hold you in my arms (My arms)\n start_ms: 44160\n end_ms: 47400\n words:\n - text: 'Wanna '\n start_ms: 44160\n - text: 'hold '\n start_ms: 44640\n - text: 'you '\n start_ms: 44860\n - text: 'in '\n start_ms: 45260\n - text: 'my '\n start_ms: 45580\n - text: 'arms '\n start_ms: 46020\n - text: '(My '\n start_ms: 46740\n - text: arms)\n start_ms: 47180\n- text: Wanna be your shining star (I wanna be)\n start_ms: 47450\n end_ms: 50810\n words:\n - text: 'Wanna '\n start_ms: 47450\n - text: 'be '\n start_ms: 48070\n - text: 'your '\n start_ms: 48190\n - text: 'shining '\n start_ms: 48390\n - text: 'star '\n start_ms: 49190\n - text: '(I '\n start_ms: 50010\n - text: 'wanna '\n start_ms: 50230\n - text: be)\n start_ms: 50570\n- text: Until that day\n start_ms: 51790\n end_ms: 52930\n words:\n - text: 'Until '\n start_ms: 51790\n - text: 'that '\n start_ms: 52310\n - text: day\n start_ms: 52630\n- text: I wanna be right where you are\n start_ms: 53720\n end_ms: 56340\n words:\n - text: 'I '\n start_ms: 53720\n - text: 'wanna '\n start_ms: 53820\n - text: 'be '\n start_ms: 54200\n - text: 'right '\n start_ms: 54560\n - text: 'where '\n start_ms: 54800\n - text: 'you '\n start_ms: 55420\n - text: are\n start_ms: 55780\n- text: Wanna hold you in my arms (Oh yeah)\n start_ms: 57160\n end_ms: 60420\n words:\n - text: 'Wanna '\n start_ms: 57160\n - text: 'hold '\n start_ms: 57480\n - text: 'you '\n start_ms: 57920\n - text: 'in '\n start_ms: 58160\n - text: 'my '\n start_ms: 58600\n - text: 'arms '\n start_ms: 58990\n - text: '(Oh '\n start_ms: 59200\n - text: yeah)\n start_ms: 60240\n- text: Wanna be your shining star\n start_ms: 60470\n end_ms: 63050\n words:\n - text: 'Wanna '\n start_ms: 60470\n - text: 'be '\n start_ms: 60770\n - text: 'your '\n start_ms: 61110\n - text: 'shining '\n start_ms: 61410\n - text: star\n start_ms: 62230\n- text: It's amazing how hard times they come and they go\n start_ms: 65250\n end_ms: 68130\n words:\n - text: 'It''s '\n start_ms: 65250\n - text: 'amazing '\n start_ms: 65470\n - text: 'how '\n start_ms: 66350\n - text: 'hard '\n start_ms: 66550\n - text: 'times '\n start_ms: 66870\n - text: 'they '\n start_ms: 67210\n - text: 'come '\n start_ms: 67430\n - text: 'and '\n start_ms: 67630\n - text: 'they '\n start_ms: 67770\n - text: go\n start_ms: 67970\n- text: In the ghetto, these ghetto days we go with the flow\n start_ms: 68760\n end_ms: 71320\n words:\n - text: 'In '\n start_ms: 68760\n - text: 'the '\n start_ms: 68880\n - text: 'ghetto, '\n start_ms: 69040\n - text: 'these '\n start_ms: 69640\n - text: 'ghetto '\n start_ms: 69860\n - text: 'days '\n start_ms: 70160\n - text: 'we '\n start_ms: 70460\n - text: 'go '\n start_ms: 70620\n - text: 'with '\n start_ms: 70780\n - text: 'the '\n start_ms: 70920\n - text: flow\n start_ms: 71100\n- text: I spent my whole life hustling, grinding the streets\n start_ms: 71700\n end_ms: 74680\n words:\n - text: 'I '\n start_ms: 71700\n - text: 'spent '\n start_ms: 71880\n - text: 'my '\n start_ms: 72100\n - text: 'whole '\n start_ms: 72280\n - text: 'life '\n start_ms: 72580\n - text: 'hustling, '\n start_ms: 72860\n - text: 'grinding '\n start_ms: 73740\n - text: 'the '\n start_ms: 74120\n - text: streets\n start_ms: 74280\n- text: And when hard times came I regrouped and stood on my feet\n start_ms: 75070\n end_ms: 77890\n words:\n - text: 'And '\n start_ms: 75070\n - text: 'when '\n start_ms: 75190\n - text: 'hard '\n start_ms: 75370\n - text: 'times '\n start_ms: 75710\n - text: 'came '\n start_ms: 76110\n - text: 'I '\n start_ms: 76410\n - text: 'regrouped '\n start_ms: 76490\n - text: 'and '\n start_ms: 76930\n - text: 'stood '\n start_ms: 77150\n - text: 'on '\n start_ms: 77330\n - text: 'my '\n start_ms: 77430\n - text: feet\n start_ms: 77670\n- text: When will it be safe for kids to go outside again?\n start_ms: 78230\n end_ms: 81030\n words:\n - text: 'When '\n start_ms: 78230\n - text: 'will '\n start_ms: 78390\n - text: 'it '\n start_ms: 78550\n - text: 'be '\n start_ms: 78710\n - text: 'safe '\n start_ms: 78990\n - text: 'for '\n start_ms: 79270\n - text: 'kids '\n start_ms: 79450\n - text: 'to '\n start_ms: 79790\n - text: 'go '\n start_ms: 79950\n - text: 'outside '\n start_ms: 80190\n - text: again?\n start_ms: 80730\n- text: When will the day come for us to love and embrace a friend?\n start_ms: 81510\n end_ms: 84230\n words:\n - text: 'When '\n start_ms: 81510\n - text: 'will '\n start_ms: 81670\n - text: 'the '\n start_ms: 81770\n - text: 'day '\n start_ms: 81930\n - text: 'come '\n start_ms: 82210\n - text: 'for '\n start_ms: 82490\n - text: 'us '\n start_ms: 82650\n - text: 'to '\n start_ms: 82790\n - text: 'love '\n start_ms: 82930\n - text: 'and '\n start_ms: 83250\n - text: 'embrace '\n start_ms: 83350\n - text: 'a '\n start_ms: 83830\n - text: friend?\n start_ms: 83970\n- text: I travel all around the world working, getting it right\n start_ms: 84870\n end_ms: 87610\n words:\n - text: 'I '\n start_ms: 84870\n - text: 'travel '\n start_ms: 84970\n - text: 'all '\n start_ms: 85330\n - text: 'around '\n start_ms: 85550\n - text: 'the '\n start_ms: 85910\n - text: 'world '\n start_ms: 86050\n - text: 'working, '\n start_ms: 86410\n - text: 'getting '\n start_ms: 86890\n - text: 'it '\n start_ms: 87170\n - text: right\n start_ms: 87370\n- text: Because the world is a ghetto and the ghetto's my life\n start_ms: 87950\n end_ms: 90670\n words:\n - text: 'Because '\n start_ms: 87950\n - text: 'the '\n start_ms: 88270\n - text: 'world '\n start_ms: 88430\n - text: 'is '\n start_ms: 88770\n - text: 'a '\n start_ms: 88970\n - text: 'ghetto '\n start_ms: 89110\n - text: 'and '\n start_ms: 89470\n - text: 'the '\n start_ms: 89630\n - text: 'ghetto''s '\n start_ms: 89810\n - text: 'my '\n start_ms: 90290\n - text: life\n start_ms: 90490\n- text: Until that day (Honey)\n start_ms: 90920\n end_ms: 92700\n words:\n - text: 'Until '\n start_ms: 90920\n - text: 'that '\n start_ms: 91120\n - text: 'day '\n start_ms: 91380\n - text: (Honey)\n start_ms: 91980\n- text: I wanna be right where you are\n start_ms: 92800\n end_ms: 95340\n words:\n - text: 'I '\n start_ms: 92800\n - text: 'wanna '\n start_ms: 92880\n - text: 'be '\n start_ms: 93200\n - text: 'right '\n start_ms: 93580\n - text: 'where '\n start_ms: 93960\n - text: 'you '\n start_ms: 94400\n - text: are\n start_ms: 94660\n- text: Wanna hold you in my arms (My arms)\n start_ms: 96150\n end_ms: 99350\n words:\n - text: 'Wanna '\n start_ms: 96150\n - text: 'hold '\n start_ms: 96430\n - text: 'you '\n start_ms: 96850\n - text: 'in '\n start_ms: 97270\n - text: 'my '\n start_ms: 97590\n - text: 'arms '\n start_ms: 97990\n - text: '(My '\n start_ms: 98710\n - text: arms)\n start_ms: 99210\n- text: Wanna be your shining star (I wanna be)\n start_ms: 99410\n end_ms: 103030\n words:\n - text: 'Wanna '\n start_ms: 99410\n - text: 'be '\n start_ms: 99690\n - text: 'your '\n start_ms: 100050\n - text: 'shining '\n start_ms: 100370\n - text: 'star '\n start_ms: 101210\n - text: '(I '\n start_ms: 101930\n - text: 'wanna '\n start_ms: 102190\n - text: be)\n start_ms: 102550\n- text: Until that day\n start_ms: 103770\n end_ms: 104870\n words:\n - text: 'Until '\n start_ms: 103770\n - text: 'that '\n start_ms: 104290\n - text: day\n start_ms: 104610\n- text: I wanna be right where you are\n start_ms: 105710\n end_ms: 108250\n words:\n - text: 'I '\n start_ms: 105710\n - text: 'wanna '\n start_ms: 105790\n - text: 'be '\n start_ms: 106170\n - text: 'right '\n start_ms: 106550\n - text: 'where '\n start_ms: 106770\n - text: 'you '\n start_ms: 107350\n - text: are\n start_ms: 107790\n- text: Wanna hold you in my arms (Oh yeah)\n start_ms: 109160\n end_ms: 112400\n words:\n - text: 'Wanna '\n start_ms: 109160\n - text: 'hold '\n start_ms: 109480\n - text: 'you '\n start_ms: 109920\n - text: 'in '\n start_ms: 110200\n - text: 'my '\n start_ms: 110460\n - text: 'arms '\n start_ms: 111260\n - text: '(Oh '\n start_ms: 111800\n - text: yeah)\n start_ms: 112240\n- text: Wanna be your shining star\n start_ms: 112780\n end_ms: 115020\n words:\n - text: 'Wanna '\n start_ms: 112780\n - text: 'be '\n start_ms: 113053\n - text: 'your '\n start_ms: 113120\n - text: 'shining '\n start_ms: 113400\n - text: star\n start_ms: 114780\n- text: It's amazing how mothers in ghettos hold their heads high\n start_ms: 117190\n end_ms: 120270\n words:\n - text: 'It''s '\n start_ms: 117190\n - text: 'amazing '\n start_ms: 117390\n - text: 'how '\n start_ms: 118250\n - text: 'mothers '\n start_ms: 118430\n - text: 'in '\n start_ms: 118750\n - text: 'ghettos '\n start_ms: 118910\n - text: 'hold '\n start_ms: 119350\n - text: 'their '\n start_ms: 119610\n - text: 'heads '\n start_ms: 119770\n - text: high\n start_ms: 120050\n- text: And when times get too hard they just look to the sky\n start_ms: 120770\n end_ms: 123350\n words:\n - text: 'And '\n start_ms: 120770\n - text: 'when '\n start_ms: 120910\n - text: 'times '\n start_ms: 121110\n - text: 'get '\n start_ms: 121470\n - text: 'too '\n start_ms: 121650\n - text: 'hard '\n start_ms: 121830\n - text: 'they '\n start_ms: 122150\n - text: 'just '\n start_ms: 122330\n - text: 'look '\n start_ms: 122590\n - text: 'to '\n start_ms: 122830\n - text: 'the '\n start_ms: 122930\n - text: sky\n start_ms: 123130\n- text: Pour out some drank 'cause the homie would've been 30 today\n start_ms: 123700\n end_ms: 126520\n words:\n - text: 'Pour '\n start_ms: 123700\n - text: 'out '\n start_ms: 123880\n - text: 'some '\n start_ms: 124060\n - text: 'drank '\n start_ms: 124280\n - text: '''cause '\n start_ms: 124560\n - text: 'the '\n start_ms: 124780\n - text: 'homie '\n start_ms: 124920\n - text: 'would''ve '\n start_ms: 125260\n - text: 'been '\n start_ms: 125560\n - text: '30 '\n start_ms: 125980\n - text: today\n start_ms: 126140\n- text: But tragedy struck at 14 and took him away\n start_ms: 127030\n end_ms: 129690\n words:\n - text: 'But '\n start_ms: 127030\n - text: 'tragedy '\n start_ms: 127230\n - text: 'struck '\n start_ms: 127810\n - text: 'at '\n start_ms: 128110\n - text: '14 '\n start_ms: 128270\n - text: 'and '\n start_ms: 128810\n - text: 'took '\n start_ms: 128970\n - text: 'him '\n start_ms: 129170\n - text: away\n start_ms: 129369\n- text: I want a new life where families don't have to cry no more\n start_ms: 130210\n end_ms: 133131\n words:\n - text: 'I '\n start_ms: 130210\n - text: 'want '\n start_ms: 130331\n - text: 'a '\n start_ms: 130471\n - text: 'new '\n start_ms: 130590\n - text: 'life '\n start_ms: 130811\n - text: 'where '\n start_ms: 131111\n - text: 'families '\n start_ms: 131311\n - text: 'don''t '\n start_ms: 131731\n - text: 'have '\n start_ms: 131951\n - text: 'to '\n start_ms: 132211\n - text: 'cry '\n start_ms: 132371\n - text: 'no '\n start_ms: 132711\n - text: more\n start_ms: 132951\n- text: I know kids in the ghetto listen to Nocturnal\n start_ms: 133610\n end_ms: 136250\n words:\n - text: 'I '\n start_ms: 133610\n - text: 'know '\n start_ms: 133710\n - text: 'kids '\n start_ms: 133970\n - text: 'in '\n start_ms: 134330\n - text: 'the '\n start_ms: 134430\n - text: 'ghetto '\n start_ms: 134590\n - text: 'listen '\n start_ms: 134970\n - text: 'to '\n start_ms: 135330\n - text: Nocturnal\n start_ms: 135490\n- text: Until the day I get all my peoples off of the streets\n start_ms: 136780\n end_ms: 139660\n words:\n - text: 'Until '\n start_ms: 136780\n - text: 'the '\n start_ms: 137060\n - text: 'day '\n start_ms: 137220\n - text: 'I '\n start_ms: 137480\n - text: 'get '\n start_ms: 137620\n - text: 'all '\n start_ms: 137920\n - text: 'my '\n start_ms: 138100\n - text: 'peoples '\n start_ms: 138320\n - text: 'off '\n start_ms: 138780\n - text: 'of '\n start_ms: 139040\n - text: 'the '\n start_ms: 139120\n - text: streets\n start_ms: 139280\n- text: I'ma be here putting it down for LAC\n start_ms: 140000\n end_ms: 142340\n words:\n - text: 'I''ma '\n start_ms: 140000\n - text: 'be '\n start_ms: 140300\n - text: 'here '\n start_ms: 140580\n - text: 'putting '\n start_ms: 140860\n - text: 'it '\n start_ms: 141220\n - text: 'down '\n start_ms: 141420\n - text: 'for '\n start_ms: 141780\n - text: LAC\n start_ms: 142080\n- text: Until that day (Honey)\n start_ms: 142950\n end_ms: 144670\n words:\n - text: 'Until '\n start_ms: 142950\n - text: 'that '\n start_ms: 143090\n - text: 'day '\n start_ms: 143350\n - text: (Honey)\n start_ms: 143950\n- text: I wanna be right where you are\n start_ms: 144750\n end_ms: 147310\n words:\n - text: 'I '\n start_ms: 144750\n - text: 'wanna '\n start_ms: 144850\n - text: 'be '\n start_ms: 145170\n - text: 'right '\n start_ms: 145530\n - text: 'where '\n start_ms: 145910\n - text: 'you '\n start_ms: 146390\n - text: are\n start_ms: 146630\n- text: Wanna hold you in my arms (My arms)\n start_ms: 148160\n end_ms: 202680\n words:\n - text: 'Wanna '\n start_ms: 148160\n - text: 'hold '\n start_ms: 148440\n - text: 'you '\n start_ms: 148880\n - text: 'in '\n start_ms: 149500\n - text: 'my '\n start_ms: 149600\n - text: 'arms '\n start_ms: 150040\n - text: '(My '\n start_ms: 150740\n - text: arms)\n start_ms: 201940\n- text: Wanna be your shining star (I wanna be)\n start_ms: 203350\n end_ms: 206710\n words:\n - text: 'Wanna '\n start_ms: 203350\n - text: 'be '\n start_ms: 203650\n - text: 'your '\n start_ms: 204030\n - text: 'shining '\n start_ms: 204250\n - text: 'star '\n start_ms: 205090\n - text: '(I '\n start_ms: 205910\n - text: 'wanna '\n start_ms: 206150\n - text: be)\n start_ms: 206510\n- text: Until that day\n start_ms: 207680\n end_ms: 208780\n words:\n - text: 'Until '\n start_ms: 207680\n - text: 'that '\n start_ms: 208200\n - text: day\n start_ms: 208540\n- text: I wanna be right where you are\n start_ms: 209620\n end_ms: 212200\n words:\n - text: 'I '\n start_ms: 209620\n - text: 'wanna '\n start_ms: 209720\n - text: 'be '\n start_ms: 210100\n - text: 'right '\n start_ms: 210460\n - text: 'where '\n start_ms: 210920\n - text: 'you '\n start_ms: 211280\n - text: are\n start_ms: 211680\n- text: Wanna hold you in my arms (Oh yeah)\n start_ms: 213020\n end_ms: 215980\n words:\n - text: 'Wanna '\n start_ms: 213020\n - text: 'hold '\n start_ms: 213340\n - text: 'you '\n start_ms: 213800\n - text: 'in '\n start_ms: 214080\n - text: 'my '\n start_ms: 214300\n - text: 'arms '\n start_ms: 214860\n - text: '(Oh '\n start_ms: 215080\n - text: yeah)\n start_ms: 215949\n- text: Wanna be your shining star\n start_ms: 216030\n end_ms: 219110\n words:\n - text: 'Wanna '\n start_ms: 216030\n - text: 'be '\n start_ms: 216650\n - text: 'your '\n start_ms: 216990\n - text: 'shining '\n start_ms: 217270\n - text: star\n start_ms: 218670\n- text: This some good weed here, boy\n start_ms: 225680\n end_ms: 227740\n words:\n - text: 'This '\n start_ms: 225680\n - text: 'some '\n start_ms: 225860\n - text: 'good '\n start_ms: 226780\n - text: 'weed '\n start_ms: 226980\n - text: 'here, '\n start_ms: 227240\n - text: boy\n start_ms: 227500\n- text: Playboy, you over there shitting on yourself again\n start_ms: 227830\n end_ms: 229930\n words:\n - text: 'Playboy, '\n start_ms: 227830\n - text: 'you '\n start_ms: 228270\n - text: 'over '\n start_ms: 228410\n - text: 'there '\n start_ms: 228570\n - text: 'shitting '\n start_ms: 228790\n - text: 'on '\n start_ms: 229070\n - text: 'yourself '\n start_ms: 229190\n - text: again\n start_ms: 229630\n- text: That shit, boy, that kush\n start_ms: 230000\n end_ms: 231380\n words:\n - text: 'That '\n start_ms: 230000\n - text: 'shit, '\n start_ms: 230220\n - text: 'boy, '\n start_ms: 230640\n - text: 'that '\n start_ms: 230800\n - text: kush\n start_ms: 231040\n- text: You don't know about the kush\n start_ms: 232420\n end_ms: 233300\n words:\n - text: 'You '\n start_ms: 232420\n - text: 'don''t '\n start_ms: 232480\n - text: 'know '\n start_ms: 232620\n - text: 'about '\n start_ms: 232780\n - text: 'the '\n start_ms: 232940\n - text: kush\n start_ms: 233060\n- text: I know what the fuck it is\n start_ms: 233630\n end_ms: 234910\n words:\n - text: 'I '\n start_ms: 233630\n - text: 'know '\n start_ms: 233750\n - text: 'what '\n start_ms: 233890\n - text: 'the '\n start_ms: 234030\n - text: 'fuck '\n start_ms: 234230\n - text: 'it '\n start_ms: 234490\n - text: is\n start_ms: 234690\n- text: What the hell?\n start_ms: 236480\n end_ms: 237880\n words:\n - text: 'What '\n start_ms: 236480\n - text: 'the '\n start_ms: 237240\n - text: hell?\n start_ms: 237600\n- text: You over there stanking and shit, boy?\n start_ms: 238470\n end_ms: 240090\n words:\n - text: 'You '\n start_ms: 238470\n - text: 'over '\n start_ms: 238670\n - text: 'there '\n start_ms: 238830\n - text: 'stanking '\n start_ms: 239090\n - text: 'and '\n start_ms: 239490\n - text: 'shit, '\n start_ms: 239610\n - text: boy?\n start_ms: 239890\n- text: Play a goddamn song, stanky motherfucker\n start_ms: 241150\n end_ms: 243330\n words:\n - text: 'Play '\n start_ms: 241150\n - text: 'a '\n start_ms: 241350\n - text: 'goddamn '\n start_ms: 241430\n - text: 'song, '\n start_ms: 241990\n - text: 'stanky '\n start_ms: 242450\n - text: motherfucker\n start_ms: 242810\n- text: Fuck you\n start_ms: 243790\n end_ms: 244270\n words:\n - text: 'Fuck '\n start_ms: 243790\n - text: you\n start_ms: 244150\nplain: |-\n [Knoc-Turn'al talking]\n Yes.\n Knoc-Turn'al\n Yup\n Let's go.\n\n [Knoc-Turn'al, verse 1]\n It's amazing\n How outta my life I made short a long story\n I came a long way outta bullshit but I asked for no glory\n I came a long way from the pavement on the block stackin' dough\n And on a long day there would be a raid and business was slow\n How many times must I see a victim losing a life?\n How many days must I hustle 'fore my hustle get right?\n How many days must the children duck when bullets take flight?\n How would a gang act when one of they own is dying tonight?\n\n [Blaq Rose, Hook 2x]\n Until the day\n I wanna be right where you are\n Wanna hold you in my arms\n Wanna be your shining star\n\n [Knoc-turn'al, verse 2]\n It's amazing\n How hard times, they come and they go\n In the ghetto, these ghetto days we go with the flow\n I spent my whole life hustlin, grindin the streets\n And when hard times came I regrouped and stood on my feet\n When will it be safe for kids to go outside again?\n When will the day come for us to love and embrace a friend?\n I travel all around the world, working, gettin it right\n Because the world is a ghetto and the ghetto's my life\n\n [Hook 2x]\n\n [Knoc-Turn'al, verse 3]\n It's amazing\n How mothers in ghetto's hold they heads high\n And when times get too hard they just look to the sky\n Pull out some drink 'cause the homie would'a been 30 today\n But tradgedy struck at 14 and took him away\n I want a new life where family's don't have to cry no more\n I know kids in the ghetto listen to Knoc-Turn'al\n Until the day I get all my people off of the streets\n Im'a be here puttin it down for L.A.C\n\n [Hook 2x]\n"},{"id":35362839,"name":"Until The Day (A Souljah Stor","trackName":"Until The Day (A Souljah Stor","artistName":"Knoc-Turn'Al","albumName":"The Way I Am","duration":244.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Knoc-Turn'al talking]\nYes.\nKnoc-Turn'al\nYup\nLet's go.\n\n[Knoc-Turn'al, verse 1]\nIt's amazing\nHow outta my life I made short a long story\nI came a long way outta bullshit but I asked for no glory\nI came a long way from the pavement on the block stackin' dough\nAnd on a long day there would be a raid and business was slow\nHow many times must I see a victim losing a life?\nHow many days must I hustle 'fore my hustle get right?\nHow many days must the children duck when bullets take flight?\nHow would a gang act when one of they own is dying tonight?\n\n[Blaq Rose, Hook 2x]\nUntil the day\nI wanna be right where you are\nWanna hold you in my arms\nWanna be your shining star\n\n[Knoc-turn'al, verse 2]\nIt's amazing\nHow hard times, they come and they go\nIn the ghetto, these ghetto days we go with the flow\nI spent my whole life hustlin, grindin the streets\nAnd when hard times came I regrouped and stood on my feet\nWhen will it be safe for kids to go outside again?\nWhen will the day come for us to love and embrace a friend?\nI travel all around the world, working, gettin it right\nBecause the world is a ghetto and the ghetto's my life\n\n[Hook 2x]\n\n[Knoc-Turn'al, verse 3]\nIt's amazing\nHow mothers in ghetto's hold they heads high\nAnd when times get too hard they just look to the sky\nPull out some drink 'cause the homie would'a been 30 today\nBut tradgedy struck at 14 and took him away\nI want a new life where family's don't have to cry no more\nI know kids in the ghetto listen to Knoc-Turn'al\nUntil the day I get all my people off of the streets\nIm'a be here puttin it down for L.A.C\n\n[Hook 2x]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Until The Day (A Souljah Stor\n artist: Knoc-Turn'Al\n album: The Way I Am\n duration_ms: 244000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Knoc-Turn'al talking]\n Yes.\n Knoc-Turn'al\n Yup\n Let's go.\n\n [Knoc-Turn'al, verse 1]\n It's amazing\n How outta my life I made short a long story\n I came a long way outta bullshit but I asked for no glory\n I came a long way from the pavement on the block stackin' dough\n And on a long day there would be a raid and business was slow\n How many times must I see a victim losing a life?\n How many days must I hustle 'fore my hustle get right?\n How many days must the children duck when bullets take flight?\n How would a gang act when one of they own is dying tonight?\n\n [Blaq Rose, Hook 2x]\n Until the day\n I wanna be right where you are\n Wanna hold you in my arms\n Wanna be your shining star\n\n [Knoc-turn'al, verse 2]\n It's amazing\n How hard times, they come and they go\n In the ghetto, these ghetto days we go with the flow\n I spent my whole life hustlin, grindin the streets\n And when hard times came I regrouped and stood on my feet\n When will it be safe for kids to go outside again?\n When will the day come for us to love and embrace a friend?\n I travel all around the world, working, gettin it right\n Because the world is a ghetto and the ghetto's my life\n\n [Hook 2x]\n\n [Knoc-Turn'al, verse 3]\n It's amazing\n How mothers in ghetto's hold they heads high\n And when times get too hard they just look to the sky\n Pull out some drink 'cause the homie would'a been 30 today\n But tradgedy struck at 14 and took him away\n I want a new life where family's don't have to cry no more\n I know kids in the ghetto listen to Knoc-Turn'al\n Until the day I get all my people off of the streets\n Im'a be here puttin it down for L.A.C\n\n [Hook 2x]\n"},{"id":13606395,"name":"The Way I Am (feat. Snoop Dogg)","trackName":"The Way I Am (feat. Snoop Dogg)","artistName":"Knoc-Turn'al","albumName":"The Way I Am","duration":282.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yes\nI'ma do me\nI'ma do me\nYou gon' do you\nYou gon' do you\nI'ma do me\nI'ma do me (yes)\nYou gon' do you\nYou gon' do you\nI'ma do me\nI'ma do me\nI, I've been ridin for five years with D-R-E\nYou minor, I'm major league\nBut what y'all didn't expec","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The Way I Am (feat. Snoop Dogg)\n artist: Knoc-Turn'al\n album: The Way I Am\n duration_ms: 282000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yes\n I'ma do me\n I'ma do me\n You gon' do you\n You gon' do you\n I'ma do me\n I'ma do me (yes)\n You gon' do you\n You gon' do you\n I'ma do me\n I'ma do me\n I, I've been ridin for five years with D-R-E\n You minor, I'm major league\n But what y'all didn't expec\n"},{"id":11762781,"name":"The Way I Am (feat. Snoop Dogg)","trackName":"The Way I Am (feat. Snoop Dogg)","artistName":"Knoc-Turn'al","albumName":"The Way I Am (Explicit Version)","duration":281.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yes\nI'ma do me\nI'ma do me\nYou gon' do you\nYou gon' do you\nI'ma do me\nI'ma do me (yes)\nYou gon' do you\nYou gon' do you\nI'ma do me\nI'ma do me\nI, I've been ridin for five years with D-R-E\nYou minor, I'm major league\nBut what y'all didn't expec","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The Way I Am (feat. Snoop Dogg)\n artist: Knoc-Turn'al\n album: The Way I Am (Explicit Version)\n duration_ms: 281000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yes\n I'ma do me\n I'ma do me\n You gon' do you\n You gon' do you\n I'ma do me\n I'ma do me (yes)\n You gon' do you\n You gon' do you\n I'ma do me\n I'ma do me\n I, I've been ridin for five years with D-R-E\n You minor, I'm major league\n But what y'all didn't expec\n"},{"id":5675621,"name":"Str8 West Coast","trackName":"Str8 West Coast","artistName":"Knoc-Turn'al","albumName":"The Wash","duration":175.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, Warren (aaahaaa aaaahaaa)\nBullets at your window (dangerous)\nRuthless, hostile, unforgiven\nWho gave you permission to try to stop me from livin huh?\nYou've gotta ride better than that\nTo move out in front of the pack\nIt's two thousand and two\nMy backpack raps got my backpack strapped and filled with plaques\nI ain't relaxed or laid back at home with my feet up\nI drop Pradda, lock and load, heat the streets up\nYa'll takin pills, we takin penitentiary chances\nNever the same when I hit it and quit it\nYou want it come get it, I'm wit it\nWhen I say that I'm wit it\nThat means I got a main defense team that's gon get me acquitted\nG's is walkin out the courtroom like George Jefferson\nStop the interviewin, the faggot had it comin to him\nWhat ya'll thought, I wasn't gonna return with a hit\nToo much smokin that Sherman shit\nI learnt this from the best that got ya'll sprung (what)\nThe-the doctor Andre Young\nCompton, LB, ain't nothing y'all can tell me\nGoin hard on the yard till my dogs bail me\nThey tells me I can't proceed wit it\nI came back and got Warren G wit it\nStill smoking on that indo\nSmoke, oh no don't pretend oh no\nI woulda came but I was dead break, no mo\nI'm rollin on some real oh no\nBout to get it, but niggas trip though\nI'm the realest and they all know\nYou need a filter or you will choke\nThat's all a nigga will smoke\nNow, niggas better get between their door (door)\nI'm shakin all your shit onto the floor\nAnd niggas don't get it\nBut be careful what you ask for you just might get it\nYo the undisputed middle weight champ runnin like Hopkins\nClap six to ya shins niggas start hoppin (Sheist never stoppin)\nIn other words, if your click full\nCan't press mute and it don't apply now\nI'm feelin funny in the tummy and a nigga ain't been eatin for weeks (I'm sick)\nI ain't trying to get no better\nInfect the world leavin Vicks in an old sweater\nTell me if it ain't me, who got the best plannin (yup)\nWho got your ears tuned it and who keeps you listenin\nWho gots your undivided attention\nWho makes your panties wet girl (what)\nWhich nigga on TV that you see makes you wanna give up the draws\nAt parties and shows, I mash regardless\nYo hardest flows couldn't stop this bombardment\nI clench the vision till there's no room for expansion\nAll prepared for war it's Knoc's landin\nA nightly stalker, in shadows I walk\nMindin my own while haters throw soft\nThe more I succeed, the more bitches clock\nThrough my peripheral vision I watch subconsciously\nWaitin to introduce you to tragedy see\nStill smoking on that indo\nSmoke, oh no don't pretend oh no\nI woulda came but I was dead break, no mo\nI'm rollin on some real oh no\nBout to get it, but niggas trip though\nI'm the realest and they all know\nYou need a filter or you will choke\nThat's all a nigga will smoke","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Str8 West Coast\n artist: Knoc-Turn'al\n album: The Wash\n duration_ms: 175000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yeah, Warren (aaahaaa aaaahaaa)\n Bullets at your window (dangerous)\n Ruthless, hostile, unforgiven\n Who gave you permission to try to stop me from livin huh?\n You've gotta ride better than that\n To move out in front of the pack\n It's two thousand and two\n My backpack raps got my backpack strapped and filled with plaques\n I ain't relaxed or laid back at home with my feet up\n I drop Pradda, lock and load, heat the streets up\n Ya'll takin pills, we takin penitentiary chances\n Never the same when I hit it and quit it\n You want it come get it, I'm wit it\n When I say that I'm wit it\n That means I got a main defense team that's gon get me acquitted\n G's is walkin out the courtroom like George Jefferson\n Stop the interviewin, the faggot had it comin to him\n What ya'll thought, I wasn't gonna return with a hit\n Too much smokin that Sherman shit\n I learnt this from the best that got ya'll sprung (what)\n The-the doctor Andre Young\n Compton, LB, ain't nothing y'all can tell me\n Goin hard on the yard till my dogs bail me\n They tells me I can't proceed wit it\n I came back and got Warren G wit it\n Still smoking on that indo\n Smoke, oh no don't pretend oh no\n I woulda came but I was dead break, no mo\n I'm rollin on some real oh no\n Bout to get it, but niggas trip though\n I'm the realest and they all know\n You need a filter or you will choke\n That's all a nigga will smoke\n Now, niggas better get between their door (door)\n I'm shakin all your shit onto the floor\n And niggas don't get it\n But be careful what you ask for you just might get it\n Yo the undisputed middle weight champ runnin like Hopkins\n Clap six to ya shins niggas start hoppin (Sheist never stoppin)\n In other words, if your click full\n Can't press mute and it don't apply now\n I'm feelin funny in the tummy and a nigga ain't been eatin for weeks (I'm sick)\n I ain't trying to get no better\n Infect the world leavin Vicks in an old sweater\n Tell me if it ain't me, who got the best plannin (yup)\n Who got your ears tuned it and who keeps you listenin\n Who gots your undivided attention\n Who makes your panties wet girl (what)\n Which nigga on TV that you see makes you wanna give up the draws\n At parties and shows, I mash regardless\n Yo hardest flows couldn't stop this bombardment\n I clench the vision till there's no room for expansion\n All prepared for war it's Knoc's landin\n A nightly stalker, in shadows I walk\n Mindin my own while haters throw soft\n The more I succeed, the more bitches clock\n Through my peripheral vision I watch subconsciously\n Waitin to introduce you to tragedy see\n Still smoking on that indo\n Smoke, oh no don't pretend oh no\n I woulda came but I was dead break, no mo\n I'm rollin on some real oh no\n Bout to get it, but niggas trip though\n I'm the realest and they all know\n You need a filter or you will choke\n That's all a nigga will smoke\n"},{"id":15288916,"name":"Muzik","trackName":"Muzik","artistName":"Knoc-Turn'al","albumName":"The Transporter","duration":214.752653,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You ready?\n\n(Knoc-Turn'al)\nYes, ha ha ha\nYeah, yeah\nLet's go, I like singing\n\n(Knoc-Turn'al)\nMy music, my life, my heart, my soul\nMy music, my everything, I give my all\nMy wife, my daughter, my love, my dream\nMy mother, my father, my brother, my team\nMy camp, my squad, my house, my car\nMy boat, my shoes, my pants, my shirt\nMy coke, my sugar, my cream, my butter\nMy toast, my all, my queen, my folks\n\n(Samuel Christian)\nMy baby! Walk like six strings\nTalk like she's my everything\nMy baby! Loves me, hates me\nLeaves me, runs right back\nThat sexy lady! All I know\nShe shares all my confusion, so\nMy baby! Will not run from an-y-thing\nI swear this though\n\n(Knoc-Turn'al talking)\nNow I lay me down to sleep\nI pray the Lord, my soul to keep\nIf Muzik should die before I wake\nI pray the Lord, my soul to take\n\n(Knoc-Turn'al)\nShe's thick, she's bad, so clean, she's fine\nShe loves, she hates, she laughs, she cries\nShe hurts, she lies, she's Bonnie, I'm Clyde\nShe's ghetto, she's real, she sings, she rhymes\nShe comes, she goes, she lives, she dies\nShe sexy and bomb, she blows my mind\nShe stays in line, she's smart, she's funny\nShe's crafty and cunning, in the game she's running\nHer lips, her back, her waist, her thighs\nHer face, her skin, her hair, her eyes\nHer voice, her shape, her hips, her mind\nHer love, her smile, her touch, her time\n\n()\n\n(Knoc-Turn'al)\nI'm tipsy, I'm through, I'm drunk, I'm blunted\nMy way, my day, my life - I love it\nI move, I groove, I shake, I love it\nMy friends, my kins, I like, I love it\nI show, I prove, I live, I learn\nI show, I teach, I run these streets\nMy kin, my heart, my heat, my rhythm\nMy rap, my beat, my life, my head and my feet\nMy heart, my soul, my candy, my cake\nMy platinum, my gold, my land, my gate\nMy Benz, my lake\nMy keys, my money, my love, my hate\nMy clothes, my phone, my house, my home\nMy money, my comb, my sugar, my spice\nMy base, my chrome\nMy rhythm, my music, my home\nMy world, my girl, my life, my home, my...\n\n() - repeat until fade","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.64] You ready?\n[00:02.66] (Knoc-Turn'al)\n[00:04.06] Yes, ha ha ha\n[00:06.74] Yeah, yeah\n[00:09.80] Let's go, I like singing\n[00:11.06] (Knoc-Turn'al)\n[00:11.71] My music, my life, my heart, my soul\n[00:14.17] My music, my everything, I give my all\n[00:16.13] My wife, my daughter, my love, my dream\n[00:19.78] My mother, my father, my brother, my team\n[00:22.61] My camp, my squad, my house, my car\n[00:25.64] My boat, my shoes, my pants, my shirt\n[00:28.32] My coke, my sugar, my cream, my butter\n[00:31.11] My toast, my all, my queen, my folks\n[00:33.66] (Samuel Christian)\n[00:34.46] My baby! Walk like six strings\n[00:36.75] Talk like she's my everything\n[00:39.41] My baby! Loves me, hates me\n[00:42.67] Leaves me, runs right back\n[00:44.72] That sexy lady! All I know\n[00:48.09] She shares all my confusion, so\n[00:50.43] My baby! Will not run from an-y-thing\n[00:54.92] I swear this though\n[00:55.87] (Knoc-Turn'al talking)\n[00:57.89] Now I lay me down to sleep\n[00:58.50] I pray the Lord, my soul to keep\n[01:00.81] If Muzik should die before I wake\n[01:04.23] I pray the Lord, my soul to take\n[01:06.62] (Knoc-Turn'al)\n[01:07.20] She's thick, she's bad, so clean, she's fine\n[01:10.69] She loves, she hates, she laughs, she cries\n[01:13.16] She hurts, she lies, she's Bonnie, I'm Clyde\n[01:16.26] She's ghetto, she's real, she sings, she rhymes\n[01:19.24] She comes, she goes, she lives, she dies\n[01:21.71] She sexy and bomb, she blows my mind\n[01:24.47] She stays in line, she's smart, she's funny\n[01:27.61] She's crafty and cunning, in the game she's running\n[01:30.12] Her lips, her back, her waist, her thighs\n[01:33.34] Her face, her skin, her hair, her eyes\n[01:36.04] Her voice, her shape, her hips, her mind\n[01:38.91] Her love, her smile, her touch, her time\n[01:41.55] ()\n[01:46.38] (Knoc-Turn'al)\n[01:53.03] I'm tipsy, I'm through, I'm drunk, I'm blunted\n[02:07.16] My way, my day, my life - I love it\n[02:10.05] I move, I groove, I shake, I love it\n[02:12.79] My friends, my kins, I like, I love it\n[02:15.43] I show, I prove, I live, I learn\n[02:18.16] I show, I teach, I run these streets\n[02:21.17] My kin, my heart, my heat, my rhythm\n[02:24.26] My rap, my beat, my life, my head and my feet\n[02:27.26] My heart, my soul, my candy, my cake\n[02:30.40] My platinum, my gold, my land, my gate\n[02:32.48] My Benz, my lake\n[02:34.53] My keys, my money, my love, my hate\n[02:37.40] My clothes, my phone, my house, my home\n[02:40.07] My money, my comb, my sugar, my spice\n[02:42.55] My base, my chrome\n[02:44.62] My rhythm, my music, my home\n[02:46.10] My world, my girl, my life, my home, my...\n[02:49.95] () - repeat until fade\n[03:30.71] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Muzik\n artist: Knoc-Turn'al\n album: The Transporter\n duration_ms: 214753\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: You ready?\n start_ms: 640\n end_ms: 2660\n- text: (Knoc-Turn'al)\n start_ms: 2660\n end_ms: 4060\n- text: Yes, ha ha ha\n start_ms: 4060\n end_ms: 6740\n- text: Yeah, yeah\n start_ms: 6740\n end_ms: 9800\n- text: Let's go, I like singing\n start_ms: 9800\n end_ms: 11060\n- text: (Knoc-Turn'al)\n start_ms: 11060\n end_ms: 11710\n- text: My music, my life, my heart, my soul\n start_ms: 11710\n end_ms: 14170\n- text: My music, my everything, I give my all\n start_ms: 14170\n end_ms: 16130\n- text: My wife, my daughter, my love, my dream\n start_ms: 16130\n end_ms: 19780\n- text: My mother, my father, my brother, my team\n start_ms: 19780\n end_ms: 22610\n- text: My camp, my squad, my house, my car\n start_ms: 22610\n end_ms: 25640\n- text: My boat, my shoes, my pants, my shirt\n start_ms: 25640\n end_ms: 28320\n- text: My coke, my sugar, my cream, my butter\n start_ms: 28320\n end_ms: 31110\n- text: My toast, my all, my queen, my folks\n start_ms: 31110\n end_ms: 33660\n- text: (Samuel Christian)\n start_ms: 33660\n end_ms: 34460\n- text: My baby! Walk like six strings\n start_ms: 34460\n end_ms: 36750\n- text: Talk like she's my everything\n start_ms: 36750\n end_ms: 39410\n- text: My baby! Loves me, hates me\n start_ms: 39410\n end_ms: 42670\n- text: Leaves me, runs right back\n start_ms: 42670\n end_ms: 44720\n- text: That sexy lady! All I know\n start_ms: 44720\n end_ms: 48090\n- text: She shares all my confusion, so\n start_ms: 48090\n end_ms: 50430\n- text: My baby! Will not run from an-y-thing\n start_ms: 50430\n end_ms: 54920\n- text: I swear this though\n start_ms: 54920\n end_ms: 55870\n- text: (Knoc-Turn'al talking)\n start_ms: 55870\n end_ms: 57890\n- text: Now I lay me down to sleep\n start_ms: 57890\n end_ms: 58500\n- text: I pray the Lord, my soul to keep\n start_ms: 58500\n end_ms: 60810\n- text: If Muzik should die before I wake\n start_ms: 60810\n end_ms: 64230\n- text: I pray the Lord, my soul to take\n start_ms: 64230\n end_ms: 66620\n- text: (Knoc-Turn'al)\n start_ms: 66620\n end_ms: 67200\n- text: She's thick, she's bad, so clean, she's fine\n start_ms: 67200\n end_ms: 70690\n- text: She loves, she hates, she laughs, she cries\n start_ms: 70690\n end_ms: 73160\n- text: She hurts, she lies, she's Bonnie, I'm Clyde\n start_ms: 73160\n end_ms: 76260\n- text: She's ghetto, she's real, she sings, she rhymes\n start_ms: 76260\n end_ms: 79240\n- text: She comes, she goes, she lives, she dies\n start_ms: 79240\n end_ms: 81710\n- text: She sexy and bomb, she blows my mind\n start_ms: 81710\n end_ms: 84470\n- text: She stays in line, she's smart, she's funny\n start_ms: 84470\n end_ms: 87610\n- text: She's crafty and cunning, in the game she's running\n start_ms: 87610\n end_ms: 90120\n- text: Her lips, her back, her waist, her thighs\n start_ms: 90120\n end_ms: 93340\n- text: Her face, her skin, her hair, her eyes\n start_ms: 93340\n end_ms: 96040\n- text: Her voice, her shape, her hips, her mind\n start_ms: 96040\n end_ms: 98910\n- text: Her love, her smile, her touch, her time\n start_ms: 98910\n end_ms: 101550\n- text: ()\n start_ms: 101550\n end_ms: 106380\n- text: (Knoc-Turn'al)\n start_ms: 106380\n end_ms: 113030\n- text: I'm tipsy, I'm through, I'm drunk, I'm blunted\n start_ms: 113030\n end_ms: 127160\n- text: My way, my day, my life - I love it\n start_ms: 127160\n end_ms: 130050\n- text: I move, I groove, I shake, I love it\n start_ms: 130050\n end_ms: 132790\n- text: My friends, my kins, I like, I love it\n start_ms: 132790\n end_ms: 135430\n- text: I show, I prove, I live, I learn\n start_ms: 135430\n end_ms: 138160\n- text: I show, I teach, I run these streets\n start_ms: 138160\n end_ms: 141170\n- text: My kin, my heart, my heat, my rhythm\n start_ms: 141170\n end_ms: 144260\n- text: My rap, my beat, my life, my head and my feet\n start_ms: 144260\n end_ms: 147260\n- text: My heart, my soul, my candy, my cake\n start_ms: 147260\n end_ms: 150400\n- text: My platinum, my gold, my land, my gate\n start_ms: 150400\n end_ms: 152480\n- text: My Benz, my lake\n start_ms: 152480\n end_ms: 154530\n- text: My keys, my money, my love, my hate\n start_ms: 154530\n end_ms: 157400\n- text: My clothes, my phone, my house, my home\n start_ms: 157400\n end_ms: 160070\n- text: My money, my comb, my sugar, my spice\n start_ms: 160070\n end_ms: 162550\n- text: My base, my chrome\n start_ms: 162550\n end_ms: 164620\n- text: My rhythm, my music, my home\n start_ms: 164620\n end_ms: 166100\n- text: My world, my girl, my life, my home, my...\n start_ms: 166100\n end_ms: 169950\n- text: () - repeat until fade\n start_ms: 169950\n end_ms: 210710\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 210710\nplain: |-\n You ready?\n\n (Knoc-Turn'al)\n Yes, ha ha ha\n Yeah, yeah\n Let's go, I like singing\n\n (Knoc-Turn'al)\n My music, my life, my heart, my soul\n My music, my everything, I give my all\n My wife, my daughter, my love, my dream\n My mother, my father, my brother, my team\n My camp, my squad, my house, my car\n My boat, my shoes, my pants, my shirt\n My coke, my sugar, my cream, my butter\n My toast, my all, my queen, my folks\n\n (Samuel Christian)\n My baby! Walk like six strings\n Talk like she's my everything\n My baby! Loves me, hates me\n Leaves me, runs right back\n That sexy lady! All I know\n She shares all my confusion, so\n My baby! Will not run from an-y-thing\n I swear this though\n\n (Knoc-Turn'al talking)\n Now I lay me down to sleep\n I pray the Lord, my soul to keep\n If Muzik should die before I wake\n I pray the Lord, my soul to take\n\n (Knoc-Turn'al)\n She's thick, she's bad, so clean, she's fine\n She loves, she hates, she laughs, she cries\n She hurts, she lies, she's Bonnie, I'm Clyde\n She's ghetto, she's real, she sings, she rhymes\n She comes, she goes, she lives, she dies\n She sexy and bomb, she blows my mind\n She stays in line, she's smart, she's funny\n She's crafty and cunning, in the game she's running\n Her lips, her back, her waist, her thighs\n Her face, her skin, her hair, her eyes\n Her voice, her shape, her hips, her mind\n Her love, her smile, her touch, her time\n\n ()\n\n (Knoc-Turn'al)\n I'm tipsy, I'm through, I'm drunk, I'm blunted\n My way, my day, my life - I love it\n I move, I groove, I shake, I love it\n My friends, my kins, I like, I love it\n I show, I prove, I live, I learn\n I show, I teach, I run these streets\n My kin, my heart, my heat, my rhythm\n My rap, my beat, my life, my head and my feet\n My heart, my soul, my candy, my cake\n My platinum, my gold, my land, my gate\n My Benz, my lake\n My keys, my money, my love, my hate\n My clothes, my phone, my house, my home\n My money, my comb, my sugar, my spice\n My base, my chrome\n My rhythm, my music, my home\n My world, my girl, my life, my home, my...\n\n () - repeat until fade\n"},{"id":25200426,"name":"Str8 West Coast","trackName":"Str8 West Coast","artistName":"Knoc-Turn'al","albumName":"The Wash","duration":177.0305,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, Warren (aaahaaa aaaahaaa)\nBullets at your window (dangerous)\nRuthless, hostile, unforgiven\nWho gave you permission to try to stop me from livin huh?\nYou've gotta ride better than that\nTo move out in front of the pack\nIt's two thousand and two\nMy backpack raps got my backpack strapped and filled with plaques\nI ain't relaxed or laid back at home with my feet up\nI drop Pradda, lock and load, heat the streets up\nYa'll takin pills, we takin penitentiary chances\nNever the same when I hit it and quit it\nYou want it come get it, I'm wit it\nWhen I say that I'm wit it\nThat means I got a main defense team that's gon get me acquitted\nG's is walkin out the courtroom like George Jefferson\nStop the interviewin, the faggot had it comin to him\nWhat ya'll thought, I wasn't gonna return with a hit\nToo much smokin that Sherman shit\nI learnt this from the best that got ya'll sprung (what)\nThe-the doctor Andre Young\nCompton, LB, ain't nothing y'all can tell me\nGoin hard on the yard till my dogs bail me\nThey tells me I can't proceed wit it\nI came back and got Warren G wit it\nStill smoking on that indo\nSmoke, oh no don't pretend oh no\nI woulda came but I was dead break, no mo\nI'm rollin on some real oh no\nBout to get it, but niggas trip though\nI'm the realest and they all know\nYou need a filter or you will choke\nThat's all a nigga will smoke\nNow, niggas better get between their door (door)\nI'm shakin all your shit onto the floor\nAnd niggas don't get it\nBut be careful what you ask for you just might get it\nYo the undisputed middle weight champ runnin like Hopkins\nClap six to ya shins niggas start hoppin (Sheist never stoppin)\nIn other words, if your click full\nCan't press mute and it don't apply now\nI'm feelin funny in the tummy and a nigga ain't been eatin for weeks (I'm sick)\nI ain't trying to get no better\nInfect the world leavin Vicks in an old sweater\nTell me if it ain't me, who got the best plannin (yup)\nWho got your ears tuned it and who keeps you listenin\nWho gots your undivided attention\nWho makes your panties wet girl (what)\nWhich nigga on TV that you see makes you wanna give up the draws\nAt parties and shows, I mash regardless\nYo hardest flows couldn't stop this bombardment\nI clench the vision till there's no room for expansion\nAll prepared for war it's Knoc's landin\nA nightly stalker, in shadows I walk\nMindin my own while haters throw soft\nThe more I succeed, the more bitches clock\nThrough my peripheral vision I watch subconsciously\nWaitin to introduce you to tragedy see\nStill smoking on that indo\nSmoke, oh no don't pretend oh no\nI woulda came but I was dead break, no mo\nI'm rollin on some real oh no\nBout to get it, but niggas trip though\nI'm the realest and they all know\nYou need a filter or you will choke\nThat's all a nigga will smoke","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Str8 West Coast\n artist: Knoc-Turn'al\n album: The Wash\n duration_ms: 177031\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yeah, Warren (aaahaaa aaaahaaa)\n Bullets at your window (dangerous)\n Ruthless, hostile, unforgiven\n Who gave you permission to try to stop me from livin huh?\n You've gotta ride better than that\n To move out in front of the pack\n It's two thousand and two\n My backpack raps got my backpack strapped and filled with plaques\n I ain't relaxed or laid back at home with my feet up\n I drop Pradda, lock and load, heat the streets up\n Ya'll takin pills, we takin penitentiary chances\n Never the same when I hit it and quit it\n You want it come get it, I'm wit it\n When I say that I'm wit it\n That means I got a main defense team that's gon get me acquitted\n G's is walkin out the courtroom like George Jefferson\n Stop the interviewin, the faggot had it comin to him\n What ya'll thought, I wasn't gonna return with a hit\n Too much smokin that Sherman shit\n I learnt this from the best that got ya'll sprung (what)\n The-the doctor Andre Young\n Compton, LB, ain't nothing y'all can tell me\n Goin hard on the yard till my dogs bail me\n They tells me I can't proceed wit it\n I came back and got Warren G wit it\n Still smoking on that indo\n Smoke, oh no don't pretend oh no\n I woulda came but I was dead break, no mo\n I'm rollin on some real oh no\n Bout to get it, but niggas trip though\n I'm the realest and they all know\n You need a filter or you will choke\n That's all a nigga will smoke\n Now, niggas better get between their door (door)\n I'm shakin all your shit onto the floor\n And niggas don't get it\n But be careful what you ask for you just might get it\n Yo the undisputed middle weight champ runnin like Hopkins\n Clap six to ya shins niggas start hoppin (Sheist never stoppin)\n In other words, if your click full\n Can't press mute and it don't apply now\n I'm feelin funny in the tummy and a nigga ain't been eatin for weeks (I'm sick)\n I ain't trying to get no better\n Infect the world leavin Vicks in an old sweater\n Tell me if it ain't me, who got the best plannin (yup)\n Who got your ears tuned it and who keeps you listenin\n Who gots your undivided attention\n Who makes your panties wet girl (what)\n Which nigga on TV that you see makes you wanna give up the draws\n At parties and shows, I mash regardless\n Yo hardest flows couldn't stop this bombardment\n I clench the vision till there's no room for expansion\n All prepared for war it's Knoc's landin\n A nightly stalker, in shadows I walk\n Mindin my own while haters throw soft\n The more I succeed, the more bitches clock\n Through my peripheral vision I watch subconsciously\n Waitin to introduce you to tragedy see\n Still smoking on that indo\n Smoke, oh no don't pretend oh no\n I woulda came but I was dead break, no mo\n I'm rollin on some real oh no\n Bout to get it, but niggas trip though\n I'm the realest and they all know\n You need a filter or you will choke\n That's all a nigga will smoke\n"}]