[{"id":31683146,"name":"Nickel Slick Nigga","trackName":"Nickel Slick Nigga","artistName":"Kokane","albumName":"First Round Knock Out","duration":296.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The setting is a cool breeze day\nWhere it takes place in the city of L.A\nI'm nine years old to be exact\n\nCheckered Bell bottoms, brown shirt with a dusty ass cap\nGoing to the ABC market\nHad to get some new biscuits, two dollars would've bought it\nProceeding up the street while I'm humming a tune\nThe first time I witness somebody's trying to jack move\nIf I'm correct it was a Elko trying to jack a six-fo'\nNiggas trying to tiptoe and yo\n\nPointing the gauges, trying to take the brother's Yale\nHe saw what was up, got out the vehicle and bailed\nHe just had to run in my direction\nBut they smoked his ass, now he's next to the sports section\nBut the nigga dropped the yellow on the ground\nSo then I picked the shit up, ran down and around the corner\nYo, I threw a nearby alley\nEscaped through a tiny gate\nI was a nickel slick nigga\n\nI was a nickel slick nigga\nI was a nickel slick nigga\nI was a nickel slick nigga\n\nHuffing and puffing but I finally got to the pad\nMy mother asked where I was at\nI said \"Yo, I was over Snow's house playing some marks\"\nShe believed what I said, so I went to my cool\nYou see, I shared rooms with my cousin that was mentally slow\nBut he was big ass buck, 6'5\", 300 pounds or more\nNickname Big Truck\nTook the sack out my pants, unraveled the product\nTold my cousin we gotta hustle and bustle to make money back\n\nI'll make connections, you watch my back\nSet up a program called the lemonade stand\nBut I wasn't selling drinks, I was selling big bands\nAnd bundles and boulders of dub, yeah\nAt this time I was getting more pub\nYo, from this cluck and that cluck\nAnd everybody want a cluck cluck\nBut me and Truck, we didn't give a fuck\n\nBut the spot got hot, police raid\nThey took Truck to jail, but me, I got away\nI was a nickel slick nigga\n\nI was a nickel slick nigga\nI was a nickel slick nigga\nI was a nickel slick nigga\n\nFour years passed, now I'm thirteen\n\nBought me a duster to go undercover\nMy cousin's jail sentence was almost finished\n\nNow we back in the streets in the mix in it to win it\nPulling cards, checking fools, taking names down\n\nNow my status for balling was set to the ground\nOther hustlers knew I was doing my best\n'Cause I was a balling young ass nigga from the West\nHad a pimped out crib in Pomona\nNot far from the city so that way I can hit corners\nNow who would expect this little juvenile punk\nStraight balling y'all as they kept on falling for it\nIt was a smooth operation you see\n'Cause I had the look your whole fucking family would love me\nFive years through, now I'm eighteen\n\nSold a lot of product so they start calling me Cocaine\nAt this time I was busting funky rhymes\nHooked the shit up with ABCM, now I'm getting mine\nLay Law was in effect and he said \"Let's do this\"\nGave my shit to E, then I signed with Ruthless\nBut Truck was left on the spot, hmm, what I do?\nHooked a nigga up with that cocaine rock\nNow Truck was getting paper from the yayo\n\nMe, I'm getting paid from my motherfucking record sales\nSo there it is, a player getting bigger\nI guess I joined the whole organization of nickel slick niggas\n\nYo Stan, won't you play some nickel slick for a nigga right here","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Nickel Slick Nigga\n  artist: Kokane\n  album: First Round Knock Out\n  duration_ms: 296000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  The setting is a cool breeze day\n  Where it takes place in the city of L.A\n  I'm nine years old to be exact\n\n  Checkered Bell bottoms, brown shirt with a dusty ass cap\n  Going to the ABC market\n  Had to get some new biscuits, two dollars would've bought it\n  Proceeding up the street while I'm humming a tune\n  The first time I witness 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pants, unraveled the product\n  Told my cousin we gotta hustle and bustle to make money back\n\n  I'll make connections, you watch my back\n  Set up a program called the lemonade stand\n  But I wasn't selling drinks, I was selling big bands\n  And bundles and boulders of dub, yeah\n  At this time I was getting more pub\n  Yo, from this cluck and that cluck\n  And everybody want a cluck cluck\n  But me and Truck, we didn't give a fuck\n\n  But the spot got hot, police raid\n  They took Truck to jail, but me, I got away\n  I was a nickel slick nigga\n\n  I was a nickel slick nigga\n  I was a nickel slick nigga\n  I was a nickel slick nigga\n\n  Four years passed, now I'm thirteen\n\n  Bought me a duster to go undercover\n  My cousin's jail sentence was almost finished\n\n  Now we back in the streets in the mix in it to win it\n  Pulling cards, checking fools, taking names down\n\n  Now my status for balling was set to the ground\n  Other hustlers knew I was doing my best\n  'Cause I was a balling young ass nigga from the West\n  Had a pimped out crib in Pomona\n  Not far from the city so that way I can hit corners\n  Now who would expect this little juvenile punk\n  Straight balling y'all as they kept on falling for it\n  It was a smooth operation you see\n  'Cause I had the look your whole fucking family would love me\n  Five years through, now I'm eighteen\n\n  Sold a lot of product so they start calling me Cocaine\n  At this time I was busting funky rhymes\n  Hooked the shit up with ABCM, now I'm getting mine\n  Lay Law was in effect and he said \"Let's do this\"\n  Gave my shit to E, then I signed with Ruthless\n  But Truck was left on the spot, hmm, what I do?\n  Hooked a nigga up with that cocaine rock\n  Now Truck was getting paper from the yayo\n\n  Me, I'm getting paid from my motherfucking record sales\n  So there it is, a player getting bigger\n  I guess I joined the whole organization of nickel slick niggas\n\n  Yo Stan, won't you play some nickel slick 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me, I got away\nI was a nickel slick nigga\n\nI was a nickel slick nigga\nI was a nickel slick nigga\nI was a nickel slick nigga\n\nFour years passed, now I'm thirteen\n\nBought me a duster to go undercover\nMy cousin's jail sentence was almost finished\n\nNow we back in the streets in the mix in it to win it\nPulling cards, checking fools, taking names down\n\nNow my status for balling was set to the ground\nOther hustlers knew I was doing my best\n'Cause I was a balling young ass nigga from the West\nHad a pimped out crib in Pomona\nNot far from the city so that way I can hit corners\nNow who would expect this little juvenile punk\nStraight balling y'all as they kept on falling for it\nIt was a smooth operation you see\n'Cause I had the look your whole fucking family would love me\nFive years through, now I'm eighteen\n\nSold a lot of product so they start calling me Cocaine\nAt this time I was busting funky rhymes\nHooked the shit up with ABCM, now I'm getting mine\nLay Law was in effect and he said \"Let's do this\"\nGave my shit to E, then I signed with Ruthless\nBut Truck was left on the spot, hmm, what I do?\nHooked a nigga up with that cocaine rock\nNow Truck was getting paper from the yayo\n\nMe, I'm getting paid from my motherfucking record sales\nSo there it is, a player getting bigger\nI guess I joined the whole organization of nickel slick niggas\n\nYo Stan, won't you play some nickel slick for a nigga right here","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Nickel Slick Nigga\n  artist: Kokane\n  album: Deep Cover\n  duration_ms: 296000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  The setting is a cool breeze day\n  Where it takes place in the city of L.A\n  I'm nine years old to be exact\n\n  Checkered Bell bottoms, brown shirt with a dusty ass cap\n  Going to the ABC market\n  Had to get some new biscuits, two dollars would've bought it\n  Proceeding up the street while I'm humming a tune\n  The first time I witness 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end_ms: 129440\n- text: Yo, from this cluck and that cluck\n  start_ms: 129440\n  end_ms: 131180\n- text: And everybody want a cluck cluck\n  start_ms: 131180\n  end_ms: 133040\n- text: But me and Truck, we didn't give a fuck\n  start_ms: 133040\n  end_ms: 135640\n- text: But the spot got hot, police raid\n  start_ms: 135640\n  end_ms: 137500\n- text: They took Truck to jail, but me, I got away\n  start_ms: 137500\n  end_ms: 140290\n- text: I was a nickel slick nigga\n  start_ms: 140290\n  end_ms: 145650\n- text: I was a nickel slick nigga\n  start_ms: 145650\n  end_ms: 151040\n- text: I was a nickel slick nigga\n  start_ms: 151040\n  end_ms: 156410\n- text: I was a nickel slick nigga\n  start_ms: 156410\n  end_ms: 159910\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 159910\n  end_ms: 162230\n- text: Four years passed, now I'm thirteen\n  start_ms: 162230\n  end_ms: 164960\n- text: Bought me a duster to go undercover\n  start_ms: 164960\n  end_ms: 167450\n- text: My cousin's jail sentence was almost finished\n  start_ms: 167450\n  end_ms: 169950\n- text: Now we back in the streets in the mix in it to win it\n  start_ms: 169950\n  end_ms: 172900\n- text: Pulling cards, checking fools, taking names down\n  start_ms: 172900\n  end_ms: 176060\n- text: Now my status for balling was set to the ground\n  start_ms: 176060\n  end_ms: 178400\n- text: Other hustlers knew I was doing my best\n  start_ms: 178400\n  end_ms: 180490\n- text: '''Cause I was a balling young ass nigga from the West'\n  start_ms: 180490\n  end_ms: 183460\n- text: Had a pimped out crib in Pomona\n  start_ms: 183460\n  end_ms: 186280\n- text: Not far from the city so that way I can hit corners\n  start_ms: 186280\n  end_ms: 189070\n- text: Now who would expect this little juvenile punk\n  start_ms: 189070\n  end_ms: 191420\n- text: Straight balling y'all as they kept on falling for it\n  start_ms: 191420\n  end_ms: 194720\n- text: It was a smooth operation you see\n  start_ms: 194720\n  end_ms: 196670\n- text: '''Cause I had the look your whole fucking family would love me'\n  start_ms: 196670\n  end_ms: 199960\n- text: Five years through, now I'm eighteen\n  start_ms: 199960\n  end_ms: 202640\n- text: Sold a lot of product so they start calling me Cocaine\n  start_ms: 202640\n  end_ms: 205360\n- text: At this time I was busting funky rhymes\n  start_ms: 205360\n  end_ms: 207610\n- text: Hooked the shit up with ABCM, now I'm getting mine\n  start_ms: 207610\n  end_ms: 210360\n- text: Lay Law was in effect and he said \"Let's do this\"\n  start_ms: 210360\n  end_ms: 213280\n- text: Gave my shit to E, then I signed with Ruthless\n  start_ms: 213280\n  end_ms: 215860\n- text: But Truck was left on the spot, hmm, what I do?\n  start_ms: 215860\n  end_ms: 218950\n- text: Hooked a nigga up with that cocaine rock\n  start_ms: 218950\n  end_ms: 221230\n- text: Now Truck was getting paper from the yayo\n  start_ms: 221230\n  end_ms: 224040\n- text: Me, I'm getting paid from my motherfucking record sales\n  start_ms: 224040\n  end_ms: 227000\n- text: So there it is, a player getting bigger\n  start_ms: 227000\n  end_ms: 229480\n- text: I guess I joined the whole organization of nickel slick niggas\n  start_ms: 229480\n  end_ms: 234700\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 234700\n  end_ms: 250740\n- text: Yo Stan, won't you play some nickel slick for a nigga right here\n  start_ms: 250740\n  end_ms: 254000\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 254000\nplain: |-\n  The setting is a cool breeze day\n  Where it takes place in the city of L.A\n  I'm nine years old to be exact\n\n  Checkered Bell bottoms, brown shirt with a dusty ass cap\n  Going to the ABC market\n  Had to get some new biscuits, two dollars would've bought it\n  Proceeding up the street while I'm humming a tune\n  The first time I witness somebody's trying to jack move\n  If I'm correct it was a Elko trying to jack a six-fo'\n  Niggas trying to tiptoe and yo\n\n  Pointing the gauges, trying to take the brother's Yale\n  He saw what was up, got out the vehicle and bailed\n  He just had to run in my direction\n  But they smoked his ass, now he's next to the sports section\n  But the nigga dropped the yellow on the ground\n  So then I picked the shit up, ran down and around the corner\n  Yo, I threw a nearby alley\n  Escaped through a tiny gate\n  I was a nickel slick nigga\n\n  I was a nickel slick nigga\n  I was a nickel slick nigga\n  I was a nickel slick nigga\n\n  Huffing and puffing but I finally got to the pad\n  My mother asked where I was at\n  I said \"Yo, I was over Snow's house playing some marks\"\n  She believed what I said, so I went to my cool\n  You see, I shared rooms with my cousin that was mentally slow\n  But he was big ass buck, 6'5\", 300 pounds or more\n  Nickname Big Truck\n  Took the sack out my pants, unraveled the product\n  Told my cousin we gotta hustle and bustle to make money back\n\n  I'll make connections, you watch my back\n  Set up a program called the lemonade stand\n  But I wasn't selling drinks, I was selling big bands\n  And bundles and boulders of dub, yeah\n  At this time I was getting more pub\n  Yo, from this cluck and that cluck\n  And everybody want a cluck cluck\n  But me and Truck, we didn't give a fuck\n\n  But the spot got hot, police raid\n  They took Truck to jail, but me, I got away\n  I was a nickel slick nigga\n\n  I was a nickel slick nigga\n  I was a nickel slick nigga\n  I was a nickel slick nigga\n\n  Four years passed, now I'm thirteen\n\n  Bought me a duster to go undercover\n  My cousin's jail sentence was almost finished\n\n  Now we back in the streets in the mix in it to win it\n  Pulling cards, checking fools, taking names down\n\n  Now my status for balling was set to the ground\n  Other hustlers knew I was doing my best\n  'Cause I was a balling young ass nigga from the West\n  Had a pimped out crib in Pomona\n  Not far from the city so that way I can hit corners\n  Now who would expect this little juvenile punk\n  Straight balling y'all as they kept on falling for it\n  It was a smooth operation you see\n  'Cause I had the look your whole fucking family would love me\n  Five years through, now I'm eighteen\n\n  Sold a lot of product so they start calling me Cocaine\n  At this time I was busting funky rhymes\n  Hooked the shit up with ABCM, now I'm getting mine\n  Lay Law was in effect and he said \"Let's do this\"\n  Gave my shit to E, then I signed with Ruthless\n  But Truck was left on the spot, hmm, what I do?\n  Hooked a nigga up with that cocaine rock\n  Now Truck was getting paper from the yayo\n\n  Me, I'm getting paid from my motherfucking record sales\n  So there it is, a player getting bigger\n  I guess I joined the whole organization of nickel slick niggas\n\n  Yo Stan, won't you play some nickel slick for a nigga right here\n"}]