[{"id":36273777,"name":"Bad To The Bone","trackName":"Bad To The Bone","artistName":"Kool G Rap & DJ Polo","albumName":"Street Stories: The Best Of G. Rap And Polo","duration":322.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm bad to the bone with a style like al capone\nI'ma smile while i give you the dial tone\nEatin shrimp and girls i be pimpin\nWalk like i'm limpin this brother ain't simpin\nNot to mention i'm winner of mack daddy conventions\nI get a lot of attention\nSleepin in sheets that's made of satin\nWith one of my money makin honies she's mixed spanish and latin\nShe's a fly type of swinger\nTwenty carats on her fingers, minks on every coat hanger\nIn a highrise, made for only fly guys\nWith a size that attracts the ladies eyes\nKeepin the stash and the cashflow\nProfile's kept low, more dough than barry manilow\nFly cars, i got diamonds in jelly jars\nTo earn respect, collectin bar fight scars\nSlick talkin with a chick when i'm walkin\nMidnight stalkin, all the suckers be hawkin\nAnd i max while you be waxin your cadillacs\nSmooth as a fax, but i can cut you like an axe\nBig spender, cause i'm a winner like bruce jenner\nI burn all beginners and let em simmer like a tv dinner\nOn the phone cause i'm hard like stone\nHoldin my own, cause i'm bad to the bone\n\nI'm gettin cash and, ladies receive my passion\nParties i'm crashin with a flashy type of action\nOn stage, i kick outrageous\nAnd i enslave the bravest, more diamonds than sammy davis\nI'm more dramatic than _dallas_ is\nMore pretty than a palace is, hands no callouses\nGive me a clever girl and i'll outfox her\nThe man that rocks her in pure silk boxers\nSo what you want honey a chump or a champ?\nVisa or food stamps, latins or lamps?\nI run the game like sega\nGo to war like noreaga, hit like schawrzaneggar\nExcitin when i'm fightin i'm frightenin\n\nStick chicks slick in quick like greased lightning\nLadies i'll love you all tomorrow like annie\nAnd i bet you'll all leave with wet panties\nCause i can make a eighty yard dash come back fast\nWrap rappers all up in the back, like a jackass\nPolice wanna harass me\nCause i got all the material that has me lookin jazzy\nThe mc patroller\nPockets so fat, i flat em down with a dough roller\nDead zone when i strike the microphone\nG. rap's known, cause i'm bad to the bone\n\nI never needed a helpin handin\nI'm outstandin, type of guy, girls never abandon\nAnd when i'm rollin with force, three across your belly\nKnockin suckers out the box like i'm playin skelly\nCause i pull out the .45 if you offend me\nAnd leave the barrel of it smokin like a chimney\nRhymes are dynamic, voice is titanic\nGigantic, suckers get frantic and then panic\nA smooth talker, cause i'm a queens new yorker\nMy rhymes bring more good times than jimmie walker\nA bumrusher, cause i'm a crusher of hardrocks\nWhen i turn thirty, i'll still be dirty as redd foxx\nTry to cope, what i wrote, get a sore throat\nMy lyrical notes float like sailboats\nI keep it steady for the petty sucker rappers i'll be ready\nI got more bodies than frank netti\nBattles i win em cause i send em to hell when i begin em\nBecause i put it in em like a venom\nDiscover the toughest rap brother you ever seen\nNot a fairy, but milky like the dairy queen\nMovin around like a smooth choreographer\nPosin my hoes in all clothes for the photographer\nOn video, show i makin your girlfriend moan\nCause i'm bad to the bone","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bad To The Bone\n  artist: Kool G Rap & DJ Polo\n  album: 'Street Stories: The Best Of G. 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axe\n  Big spender, cause i'm a winner like bruce jenner\n  I burn all beginners and let em simmer like a tv dinner\n  On the phone cause i'm hard like stone\n  Holdin my own, cause i'm bad to the bone\n\n  I'm gettin cash and, ladies receive my passion\n  Parties i'm crashin with a flashy type of action\n  On stage, i kick outrageous\n  And i enslave the bravest, more diamonds than sammy davis\n  I'm more dramatic than _dallas_ is\n  More pretty than a palace is, hands no callouses\n  Give me a clever girl and i'll outfox her\n  The man that rocks her in pure silk boxers\n  So what you want honey a chump or a champ?\n  Visa or food stamps, latins or lamps?\n  I run the game like sega\n  Go to war like noreaga, hit like schawrzaneggar\n  Excitin when i'm fightin i'm frightenin\n\n  Stick chicks slick in quick like greased lightning\n  Ladies i'll love you all tomorrow like annie\n  And i bet you'll all leave with wet panties\n  Cause i can make a eighty yard dash come back fast\n  Wrap rappers all up in the back, like a jackass\n  Police wanna harass me\n  Cause i got all the material that has me lookin jazzy\n  The mc patroller\n  Pockets so fat, i flat em down with a dough roller\n  Dead zone when i strike the microphone\n  G. rap's known, cause i'm bad to the bone\n\n  I never needed a helpin handin\n  I'm outstandin, type of guy, girls never abandon\n  And when i'm rollin with force, three across your belly\n  Knockin suckers out the box like i'm playin skelly\n  Cause i pull out the .45 if you offend me\n  And leave the barrel of it smokin like a chimney\n  Rhymes are dynamic, voice is titanic\n  Gigantic, suckers get frantic and then panic\n  A smooth talker, cause i'm a queens new yorker\n  My rhymes bring more good times than jimmie walker\n  A bumrusher, cause i'm a crusher of hardrocks\n  When i turn thirty, i'll still be dirty as redd foxx\n  Try to cope, what i wrote, get a sore throat\n  My lyrical notes float like sailboats\n  I keep it steady for the 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Polo\n  album: 'Wanted: Dead or Alive'\n  duration_ms: 323000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I'm bad to the bone with a style like al capone\n  I'ma smile while i give you the dial tone\n  Eatin shrimp and girls i be pimpin\n  Walk like i'm limpin this brother ain't simpin\n  Not to mention i'm winner of mack daddy conventions\n  I get a lot of attention\n  Sleepin in sheets that's made of satin\n  With one of my money makin honies she's mixed spanish and latin\n  She's a fly type of swinger\n  Twenty carats on her fingers, minks on every coat hanger\n  In a highrise, made for only fly guys\n  With a size that attracts the ladies eyes\n  Keepin the stash and the cashflow\n  Profile's kept low, more dough than barry manilow\n  Fly cars, i got diamonds in jelly jars\n  To earn respect, collectin bar fight scars\n  Slick talkin with a chick when i'm walkin\n  Midnight stalkin, all the suckers be hawkin\n  And i max while you be waxin your cadillacs\n  Smooth as a fax, but i can cut you like an axe\n  Big spender, cause i'm a winner like bruce jenner\n  I burn all beginners and let em simmer like a tv dinner\n  On the phone cause i'm hard like stone\n  Holdin my own, cause i'm bad to the bone\n\n  I'm gettin cash and, ladies receive my passion\n  Parties i'm crashin with a flashy type of action\n  On stage, i kick outrageous\n  And i enslave the bravest, more diamonds than sammy davis\n  I'm more dramatic than _dallas_ is\n  More pretty than a palace is, hands no callouses\n  Give me a clever girl and i'll outfox her\n  The man that rocks her in pure silk boxers\n  So what you want honey a chump or a champ?\n  Visa or food stamps, latins or lamps?\n  I run the game like sega\n  Go to war like noreaga, hit like schawrzaneggar\n  Excitin when i'm fightin i'm frightenin\n\n  Stick chicks slick in quick like greased lightning\n  Ladies i'll love you all tomorrow like annie\n  And i bet you'll all leave with wet panties\n  Cause i can make a eighty yard dash come back fast\n  Wrap rappers all up in the back, like a jackass\n  Police wanna harass me\n  Cause i got all the material that has me lookin jazzy\n  The mc patroller\n  Pockets so fat, i flat em down with a dough roller\n  Dead zone when i strike the microphone\n  G. rap's known, cause i'm bad to the bone\n\n  I never needed a helpin handin\n  I'm outstandin, type of guy, girls never abandon\n  And when i'm rollin with force, three across your belly\n  Knockin suckers out the box like i'm playin skelly\n  Cause i pull out the .45 if you offend me\n  And leave the barrel of it smokin like a chimney\n  Rhymes are dynamic, voice is titanic\n  Gigantic, suckers get frantic and then panic\n  A smooth talker, cause i'm a queens new yorker\n  My rhymes bring more good times than jimmie walker\n  A bumrusher, cause i'm a crusher of hardrocks\n  When i turn thirty, i'll still be dirty as redd foxx\n  Try to cope, what i wrote, get a sore throat\n  My lyrical notes float like sailboats\n  I 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Kool G Rap & DJ Polo\n  album: Wanted Dead Or Alive\n  duration_ms: 246000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I'm bad to the bone with a style like al capone\n  I'ma smile while i give you the dial tone\n  Eatin shrimp and girls i be pimpin\n  Walk like i'm limpin this brother ain't simpin\n  Not to mention i'm winner of mack daddy conventions\n  I get a lot of attention\n  Sleepin in sheets that's made of satin\n  With one of my money makin honies she's mixed spanish and latin\n  She's a fly type of swinger\n  Twenty carats on her fingers, minks on every coat hanger\n  In a highrise, made for only fly guys\n  With a size that attracts the ladies eyes\n  Keepin the stash and the cashflow\n  Profile's kept low, more dough than barry manilow\n  Fly cars, i got diamonds in jelly jars\n  To earn respect, collectin bar fight scars\n  Slick talkin with a chick when i'm walkin\n  Midnight stalkin, all the suckers be hawkin\n  And i max while you be waxin your cadillacs\n  Smooth as a fax, but i can cut you like an axe\n  Big spender, cause i'm a winner like bruce jenner\n  I burn all beginners and let em simmer like a tv dinner\n  On the phone cause i'm hard like stone\n  Holdin my own, cause i'm bad to the bone\n\n  I'm gettin cash and, ladies receive my passion\n  Parties i'm crashin with a flashy type of action\n  On stage, i kick outrageous\n  And i enslave the bravest, more diamonds than sammy davis\n  I'm more dramatic than _dallas_ is\n  More pretty than a palace is, hands no callouses\n  Give me a clever girl and i'll outfox her\n  The man that rocks her in pure silk boxers\n  So what you want honey a chump or a champ?\n  Visa or food stamps, latins or lamps?\n  I run the game like sega\n  Go to war like noreaga, hit like schawrzaneggar\n  Excitin when i'm fightin i'm frightenin\n\n  Stick chicks slick in quick like greased lightning\n  Ladies i'll love you all tomorrow like annie\n  And i bet you'll all leave with wet panties\n  Cause i can make a eighty yard dash come back fast\n  Wrap rappers all up in the back, like a jackass\n  Police wanna harass me\n  Cause i got all the material that has me lookin jazzy\n  The mc patroller\n  Pockets so fat, i flat em down with a dough roller\n  Dead zone when i strike the microphone\n  G. rap's known, cause i'm bad to the bone\n\n  I never needed a helpin handin\n  I'm outstandin, type of guy, girls never abandon\n  And when i'm rollin with force, three across your belly\n  Knockin suckers out the box like i'm playin skelly\n  Cause i pull out the .45 if you offend me\n  And leave the barrel of it smokin like a chimney\n  Rhymes are dynamic, voice is titanic\n  Gigantic, suckers get frantic and then panic\n  A smooth talker, cause i'm a queens new yorker\n  My rhymes bring more good times than jimmie walker\n  A bumrusher, cause i'm a crusher of hardrocks\n  When i turn thirty, i'll still be dirty as redd foxx\n  Try to cope, what i wrote, get a sore throat\n  My lyrical notes float like 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max while you be waxin your cadillacs\n  Smooth as a fax, but i can cut you like an axe\n  Big spender, cause i'm a winner like bruce jenner\n  I burn all beginners and let em simmer like a tv dinner\n  On the phone cause i'm hard like stone\n  Holdin my own, cause i'm bad to the bone\n\n  I'm gettin cash and, ladies receive my passion\n  Parties i'm crashin with a flashy type of action\n  On stage, i kick outrageous\n  And i enslave the bravest, more diamonds than sammy davis\n  I'm more dramatic than _dallas_ is\n  More pretty than a palace is, hands no callouses\n  Give me a clever girl and i'll outfox her\n  The man that rocks her in pure silk boxers\n  So what you want honey a chump or a champ?\n  Visa or food stamps, latins or lamps?\n  I run the game like sega\n  Go to war like noreaga, hit like schawrzaneggar\n  Excitin when i'm fightin i'm frightenin\n\n  Stick chicks slick in quick like greased lightning\n  Ladies i'll love you all tomorrow like annie\n  And i bet you'll all leave with wet panties\n  Cause i can make a eighty yard dash come back fast\n  Wrap rappers all up in the back, like a jackass\n  Police wanna harass me\n  Cause i got all the material that has me lookin jazzy\n  The mc patroller\n  Pockets so fat, i flat em down with a dough roller\n  Dead zone when i strike the microphone\n  G. rap's known, cause i'm bad to the bone\n\n  I never needed a helpin handin\n  I'm outstandin, type of guy, girls never abandon\n  And when i'm rollin with force, three across your belly\n  Knockin suckers out the box like i'm playin skelly\n  Cause i pull out the .45 if you offend me\n  And leave the barrel of it smokin like a chimney\n  Rhymes are dynamic, voice is titanic\n  Gigantic, suckers get frantic and then panic\n  A smooth talker, cause i'm a queens new yorker\n  My rhymes bring more good times than jimmie walker\n  A bumrusher, cause i'm a crusher of hardrocks\n  When i turn thirty, i'll still be dirty as redd foxx\n  Try to cope, what i wrote, get 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like i'm limpin this brother ain't simpin\nNot to mention i'm winner of mack daddy conventions\nI get a lot of attention\nSleepin in sheets that's made of satin\nWith one of my money makin honies she's mixed spanish and latin\nShe's a fly type of swinger\nTwenty carats on her fingers, minks on every coat hanger\nIn a highrise, made for only fly guys\nWith a size that attracts the ladies eyes\nKeepin the stash and the cashflow\nProfile's kept low, more dough than barry manilow\nFly cars, i got diamonds in jelly jars\nTo earn respect, collectin bar fight scars\nSlick talkin with a chick when i'm walkin\nMidnight stalkin, all the suckers be hawkin\nAnd i max while you be waxin your cadillacs\nSmooth as a fax, but i can cut you like an axe\nBig spender, cause i'm a winner like bruce jenner\nI burn all beginners and let em simmer like a tv dinner\nOn the phone cause i'm hard like stone\nHoldin my own, cause i'm bad to the bone\n\nI'm gettin cash and, ladies receive my passion\nParties i'm 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 Excitin when i'm fightin i'm frightenin\n\n  Stick chicks slick in quick like greased lightning\n  Ladies i'll love you all tomorrow like annie\n  And i bet you'll all leave with wet panties\n  Cause i can make a eighty yard dash come back fast\n  Wrap rappers all up in the back, like a jackass\n  Police wanna harass me\n  Cause i got all the material that has me lookin jazzy\n  The mc patroller\n  Pockets so fat, i flat em down with a dough roller\n  Dead zone when i strike the microphone\n  G. rap's known, cause i'm bad to the bone\n\n  I never needed a helpin handin\n  I'm outstandin, type of guy, girls never abandon\n  And when i'm rollin with force, three across your belly\n  Knockin suckers out the box like i'm playin skelly\n  Cause i pull out the .45 if you offend me\n  And leave the barrel of it smokin like a chimney\n  Rhymes are dynamic, voice is titanic\n  Gigantic, suckers get frantic and then panic\n  A smooth talker, cause i'm a queens new yorker\n  My rhymes bring more 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