[{"id":29613573,"name":"Cant go wrong","trackName":"Cant go wrong","artistName":"Kurupt","albumName":"Smoke Boogie : Space Oddessey","duration":244.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The reason that I'm here, I'ma drop 'til it's clear\nLet all, G'z to front, middle and rear\nSwitches couldn't switch like these switches a day\nJust to sit and sippin' and dippin' all over the ways\n\nThat they ears and chairs, dis on this years\nCokes drippin' off juice and gins\nAs a matter of fact, takes mathical fact\nAnd you can't de-grate, y'all get played like a sax\n\nTrumpet to trombone\nToo shotty Young Gotti, millennium bone\nIf she raggedly, I'm sendin' 'em home\nPuttin' 10 in the chrome, lettin' all killin' it's on\n\nIt don't quit, it don't stop\nLet the beat knock, beat knock\nPull up at the spot, pull up at the spot, in a drop top\nGettin' what I got, I just\n\nCan't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs\nDon't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel\nNo matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way\nNo time fo' da game, I do it my way\n\nKurupt, what up\n\nI'ma drop 'til it's clear\nAnd these re-beams and pumps is Vietnam time\nTossin' C-notes, the, 'Magnificent Magneto'\nDippin' through, comin' like ay\n\nDon't expect nothin' less, these gleam on the tray\nAll night and all day, it's the best in a 2001 S S\nIt's the prince of the West, I ain't tryna do much\nTryna do too much, I ain't even really trippin'\n\nIt's just me, Snoopy and Quik and someone like you\nWit' the biggest mouth to put a dick in\nMost of y'all malfunction like faulty equipment\nShifted, drifted, different, up lifted\n\nKurupt Young Gotti, just call me fall beaty\nWith the skirts from Tahiti workin' at the mall\nWith young Roscoe, you fool in high school\nI just tuck my Roscoe, dump fossils, colossal, I\n\nCan't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs\nDon't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel\nNo matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way\nNo time fo' da game, I do it my way\n\nYes, 1, 2, fuck wit' my crew\nAnd we won't stop poppin' 'til ya body turn blue\n3, 4, look at that whore with the fat ass\nBut without the cash, hit the door\n\nThe reason that I'm here, Kurupt done bought the beer\nI'ma lush, lookin' fo' the cush, lookin'\nFo' the bush to push and mush back\nI'll hump the ho if she ain't been needin' a Dusch bag\n\nNo, must've been the Gucci, wit' hair that's pushed back\nIn a bun lookin' fun gettin' silly, wit' my celly from Billy\nBrought to you by way or two buns\nWe smugglin' in and out of the place, our two guns\n\nNotice, see the Q U I, Dogg Pound collabo', yup\nWe stab hoes in the bladder actin' bad wit' the mad hoes\nGet out, yeah, look here, we started this pussy shit, no shit\nAnd these the mothafuckin' hoes we get, c'mon\n\nCan't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs\nDon't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel\nNo matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way\nNo time fo' da game, I do it my way\n\nCan't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs\nDon't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel\nNo matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way\nNo time fo' da game, I do it my way\n\n{Aight, y'all this a mothafuckin' public service announcement\nFrom Mr. X to tha mothafuckin' Z Xzibit\nMy homeboy Kurupt, to all you half ass mothafuckas comin' around\nPussy ass niggas, tryin' to see what's up wit my homeboy}\n\n{And see what's up wit me, nigga is he this, is he that\nNigga I'm a mothafuckin' killa and it's like this nigga\nIf I had a doller fo' every time you bitch ass niggas\nCame around and didn't do shit, I'll be a billionaire right now\nPut up or shut up mothafuckas, it's like this, it's on, onsite}","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.48] The reason that I'm here, I'ma drop 'til it's clear\n[00:06.08] Let all, G'z to front, middle and rear\n[00:08.35] Switches couldn't switch like these switches a day\n[00:10.54] Just to sit and sippin' and dippin' all over the ways\n[00:13.29] That they ears and chairs, dis on this years\n[00:15.64] Cokes drippin' off juice and gins\n[00:17.91] As a matter of fact, takes mathical fact\n[00:20.29] And you can't de-grate, y'all get played like a sax\n[00:22.75] Trumpet to trombone\n[00:24.12] Too shotty Young Gotti, millennium bone\n[00:27.72] If she raggedly, I'm sendin' 'em home\n[00:29.74] Puttin' 10 in the chrome, lettin' all killin' it's on\n[00:33.18] It don't quit, it don't stop\n[00:34.94] Let the beat knock, beat knock\n[00:37.28] Pull up at the spot, pull up at the spot, in a drop top\n[00:41.84] Gettin' what I got, I just\n[00:42.44] Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs\n[00:46.79] Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel\n[00:50.99] No matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way\n[00:56.75] No time fo' da game, I do it my way\n[01:01.24] Kurupt, what up\n[01:03.11] I'ma drop 'til it's clear\n[01:04.63] And these re-beams and pumps is Vietnam time\n[01:06.76] Tossin' C-notes, the, 'Magnificent Magneto'\n[01:09.35] Dippin' through, comin' like ay\n[01:11.15] Don't expect nothin' less, these gleam on the tray\n[01:14.00] All night and all day, it's the best in a 2001 S S\n[01:17.66] It's the prince of the West, I ain't tryna do much\n[01:19.91] Tryna do too much, I ain't even really trippin'\n[01:22.49] It's just me, Snoopy and Quik and someone like you\n[01:24.66] Wit' the biggest mouth to put a dick in\n[01:26.48] Most of y'all malfunction like faulty equipment\n[01:28.77] Shifted, drifted, different, up lifted\n[01:31.02] Kurupt Young Gotti, just call me fall beaty\n[01:33.72] With the skirts from Tahiti workin' at the mall\n[01:35.87] With young Roscoe, you fool in high school\n[01:38.36] I just tuck my Roscoe, dump fossils, colossal, I\n[01:41.14] Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs\n[01:45.66] Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel\n[01:49.61] No matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way\n[01:55.16] No time fo' da game, I do it my way\n[01:59.78] Yes, 1, 2, fuck wit' my crew\n[02:06.26] And we won't stop poppin' 'til ya body turn blue\n[02:08.65] 3, 4, look at that whore with the fat ass\n[02:11.93] But without the cash, hit the door\n[02:14.04] The reason that I'm here, Kurupt done bought the beer\n[02:16.00] I'ma lush, lookin' fo' the cush, lookin'\n[02:18.08] Fo' the bush to push and mush back\n[02:19.74] I'll hump the ho if she ain't been needin' a Dusch bag\n[02:22.29] No, must've been the Gucci, wit' hair that's pushed back\n[02:24.63] In a bun lookin' fun gettin' silly, wit' my celly from Billy\n[02:27.58] Brought to you by way or two buns\n[02:29.61] We smugglin' in and out of the place, our two guns\n[02:32.06] Notice, see the Q U I, Dogg Pound collabo', yup\n[02:35.15] We stab hoes in the bladder actin' bad wit' the mad hoes\n[02:37.86] Get out, yeah, look here, we started this pussy shit, no shit\n[02:41.32] And these the mothafuckin' hoes we get, c'mon\n[02:43.15] Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs\n[02:47.53] Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel\n[02:52.42] No matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way\n[02:57.44] No time fo' da game, I do it my way\n[03:02.70] Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs\n[03:07.20] Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel\n[03:12.11] No matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way\n[03:16.92] No time fo' da game, I do it my way\n[03:25.53] {Aight, y'all this a mothafuckin' public service announcement\n[03:35.09] From Mr. X to tha mothafuckin' Z Xzibit\n[03:37.58] My homeboy Kurupt, to all you half ass mothafuckas comin' around\n[03:42.47] Pussy ass niggas, tryin' to see what's up wit my homeboy}\n[03:45.45] {And see what's up wit me, nigga is he this, is he that\n[03:48.30] Nigga I'm a mothafuckin' killa and it's like this nigga\n[03:51.83] If I had a doller fo' every time you bitch ass niggas\n[03:54.44] Came around and 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Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel\n  No matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way\n  No time fo' da game, I do it my way\n\n  Kurupt, what up\n\n  I'ma drop 'til it's clear\n  And these re-beams and pumps is Vietnam time\n  Tossin' C-notes, the, 'Magnificent Magneto'\n  Dippin' through, comin' like ay\n\n  Don't expect nothin' less, these gleam on the tray\n  All night and all day, it's the best in a 2001 S S\n  It's the prince of the West, I ain't tryna do much\n  Tryna do too much, I ain't even really trippin'\n\n  It's just me, Snoopy and Quik and someone like you\n  Wit' the biggest mouth to put a dick in\n  Most of y'all malfunction like faulty equipment\n  Shifted, drifted, different, up lifted\n\n  Kurupt Young Gotti, just call me fall beaty\n  With the skirts from Tahiti workin' at the mall\n  With young Roscoe, you fool in high school\n  I just tuck my Roscoe, dump fossils, colossal, I\n\n  Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs\n  Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel\n  No matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way\n  No time fo' da game, I do it my way\n\n  Yes, 1, 2, fuck wit' my crew\n  And we won't stop poppin' 'til ya body turn blue\n  3, 4, look at that whore with the fat ass\n  But without the cash, hit the door\n\n  The reason that I'm here, Kurupt done bought the beer\n  I'ma lush, lookin' fo' the cush, lookin'\n  Fo' the bush to push and mush back\n  I'll hump the ho if she ain't been needin' a Dusch bag\n\n  No, must've been the Gucci, wit' hair that's pushed back\n  In a bun lookin' fun gettin' silly, wit' my celly from Billy\n  Brought to you by way or two buns\n  We smugglin' in and out of the place, our two guns\n\n  Notice, see the Q U I, Dogg Pound collabo', yup\n  We stab hoes in the bladder actin' bad wit' the mad hoes\n  Get out, yeah, look here, we started this pussy shit, no shit\n  And these the mothafuckin' hoes we get, c'mon\n\n  Can't go wrong, releasin' all 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Wrong","artistName":"Kurupt","albumName":"Space Boogie: Smoke Oddessey","duration":243.826667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The reason that I'm here, I'ma drop 'til it's clear\nLet all, G'z to front, middle and rear\nSwitches couldn't switch like these switches a day\nJust to sit and sippin' and dippin' all over the ways\n\nThat they ears and chairs, dis on this years\nCokes drippin' off juice and gins\nAs a matter of fact, takes mathical fact\nAnd you can't de-grate, y'all get played like a sax\n\nTrumpet to trombone\nToo shotty Young Gotti, millennium bone\nIf she raggedly, I'm sendin' 'em home\nPuttin' 10 in the chrome, lettin' all killin' it's on\n\nIt don't quit, it don't stop\nLet the beat knock, beat knock\nPull up at the spot, pull up at the spot, in a drop top\nGettin' what I got, I just\n\nCan't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs\nDon't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel\nNo matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way\nNo time fo' da game, I do it my way\n\nKurupt, what up\n\nI'ma drop 'til it's clear\nAnd these re-beams and pumps is Vietnam time\nTossin' C-notes, the, 'Magnificent Magneto'\nDippin' through, comin' like ay\n\nDon't expect nothin' less, these gleam on the tray\nAll night and all day, it's the best in a 2001 S S\nIt's the prince of the West, I ain't tryna do much\nTryna do too much, I ain't even really trippin'\n\nIt's just me, Snoopy and Quik and someone like you\nWit' the biggest mouth to put a dick in\nMost of y'all malfunction like faulty equipment\nShifted, drifted, different, up lifted\n\nKurupt Young Gotti, just call me fall beaty\nWith the skirts from Tahiti workin' at the mall\nWith young Roscoe, you fool in high school\nI just tuck my Roscoe, dump fossils, colossal, I\n\nCan't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs\nDon't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel\nNo matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way\nNo time fo' da game, I do it my 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Come on\n\n  Can't go wrong\n  Releasing all my thoughts through song\n  Don't give a damn on the real\n  I'll say just what I feel\n  No matter what you say\n  I'll never stop, I'll bust all day\n  No time for delay\n  I'll do it my way\n  Can't go wrong\n  Releasing all my thoughts through song\n  Don't give a damn on the real\n  I'll say just what I feel\n  No matter what you say\n  I'll never stop, I'll bust all day\n  No time for delay\n  I'll do it my way\n\n  Alright, y'all, this a motherfucking public service announcement\n  From Mr. X to the motherfucking Z, Xzibit\n  My homeboy Kurupt\n  To all you half-ass motherfucking coming around\n  Pussy-ass niggas tryna see what's up with my homeboys\n  And see what's up with me, nigga, is he this, is he that?\n  Nigga, I'm a motherfucking killer\n  And it's like this, nigga\n  If I had a dollar for every time you bitch-\n  Ass niggas came around and didn't do shit\n  I'd be a billionaire right now\n  Put up or shut up, motherfuckers\n  It's like this, it's on on sight\n"},{"id":34134773,"name":"Can't Go Wrong (feat. 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Come on\n\n  Can't go wrong\n  Releasing all my thoughts through song\n  Don't give a damn on the real\n  I'll say just what I feel\n  No matter what you say\n  I'll never stop, I'll bust all day\n  No time for delay\n  I'll do it my way\n  Can't go wrong\n  Releasing all my thoughts through song\n  Don't give a damn on the real\n  I'll say just what I feel\n  No matter what you say\n  I'll never stop, I'll bust all day\n  No time for delay\n  I'll do it my way\n\n  Alright, y'all, this a motherfucking public service announcement\n  From Mr. X to the motherfucking Z, Xzibit\n  My homeboy Kurupt\n  To all you half-ass motherfucking coming around\n  Pussy-ass niggas tryna see what's up with my homeboys\n  And see what's up with me, nigga, is he this, is he that?\n  Nigga, I'm a motherfucking killer\n  And it's like this, nigga\n  If I had a dollar for every time you bitch-\n  Ass niggas came around and didn't do shit\n  I'd be a billionaire right now\n  Put up or shut up, motherfuckers\n  It's like this, it's on on sight\n"},{"id":31940273,"name":"Can't Go Wrong","trackName":"Can't Go Wrong","artistName":"Butch Cassidy/DJ Quik/Kurupt","albumName":"Space Boogie: Smoke Oddessey","duration":244.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The reason that I'm here, I'ma drop 'til it's clear\nLet off K's to front, middle and rear\nSwitches couldn't switch like you switches today\nDipset is sitting, tripping off all of the ways\nThat there is to jizz, biz in the jizz\nThe coup's gripping off juice and gins\nAs a matter of fact, it takes a matter of fact\nTo duplicate the great, y'all get played like a sax\nTrumpet to trombone\nTwo shotty Young Gotti in the millennium Rome\nIf she raggedly, I'm sending 'em home\nPutting ten in the chrome, letting off ten to the dome\nIt don't quit, it don't stop\nLet the beat knock, let the beat knock\nPull up at the spot, pull up at the spot\nIn a drop-top, getting what I got, I just\n\nCan't go wrong\nReleasing all my thoughts through song\nDon't give a damn on the real\nI'll say just what I feel\nNo matter what you say\nI'll never stop, I'll bust all day\nNo time for delay\nI'll do it my way\n\nKurupt, what up?\nI'ma drop 'til it's clear in these ravines and ponds\nIt's Vietnam time, toss the C-notes\nThe magnificent magneto, dipping through, coming like ayy\nDon't expect nothing less, D's gleam on the tray\nAll night and all day\nIt's the best in the 2001 SS, it's the prince of the West\nI ain't tryna do much, tryna do too much\nI ain't even really tripping, just me, Snoopy and Quik and\nSomeone like you with the biggest mouth to put a dick in\nMost of y'all malfunction like faulty equipment\nShifted, drifted, different, uplifting\nKurupt Young Gotti, just call me Paul Vitti\nWith the skirts from Tahiti, working at the mall\nWith young Roscoe, you fool and hostile\nI just tuck my Roscoe, the apostle's colossal\n\nCan't go wrong\nReleasing all my thoughts through song\nDon't give a damn on the real\nI'll say just what I feel\nNo matter what you say\nI'll never stop, I'll bust all day\nNo time for delay\nI'll do it my way\n\nOne, two, fuck with my crew\nAnd we won't stop popping 'til your body turn blue\nThree, four, look at that whore\nWith the fat ass but without the cash, hit the door\nThe reason that I'm here, Kurupt done bought the beer\nI'm a lush looking for the kush\nLooking for the bush to push and mush bad\nI'd hump the ho if she ain't been needing a douchebag\nNo, must've been the coochie with hair that's pushed back\nIn a bun, looking fun, getting silly with my celly from Philly\nBrought to you by way of two ones\nWe smuggle in and out of the place our two guns\nCourtesy of Q-U-I, Dogg Pound collabos\nWe stab hoes in the bladder, acting bad with the mad hoes\nYeah, we started this pussy shit\nAnd these the motherfucking hoes we get? 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way\n\n  Kurupt, what up\n\n  I'ma drop 'til it's clear\n  And these re-beams and pumps is Vietnam time\n  Tossin' C-notes, the, 'Magnificent Magneto'\n  Dippin' through, comin' like ay\n\n  Don't expect nothin' less, these gleam on the tray\n  All night and all day, it's the best in a 2001 S S\n  It's the prince of the West, I ain't tryna do much\n  Tryna do too much, I ain't even really trippin'\n\n  It's just me, Snoopy and Quik and someone like you\n  Wit' the biggest mouth to put a dick in\n  Most of y'all malfunction like faulty equipment\n  Shifted, drifted, different, up lifted\n\n  Kurupt Young Gotti, just call me fall beaty\n  With the skirts from Tahiti workin' at the mall\n  With young Roscoe, you fool in high school\n  I just tuck my Roscoe, dump fossils, colossal, I\n\n  Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs\n  Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel\n  No matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way\n  No time fo' da game, I do it my way\n\n  Yes, 1, 2, fuck wit' my crew\n  And we won't stop poppin' 'til ya body turn blue\n  3, 4, look at that whore with the fat ass\n  But without the cash, hit the door\n\n  The reason that I'm here, Kurupt done bought the beer\n  I'ma lush, lookin' fo' the cush, lookin'\n  Fo' the bush to push and mush back\n  I'll hump the ho if she ain't been needin' a Dusch bag\n\n  No, must've been the Gucci, wit' hair that's pushed back\n  In a bun lookin' fun gettin' silly, wit' my celly from Billy\n  Brought to you by way or two buns\n  We smugglin' in and out of the place, our two guns\n\n  Notice, see the Q U I, Dogg Pound collabo', yup\n  We stab hoes in the bladder actin' bad wit' the mad hoes\n  Get out, yeah, look here, we started this pussy shit, no shit\n  And these the mothafuckin' hoes we get, c'mon\n\n  Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs\n  Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel\n  No matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way\n  No time 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just what I feel\nNo matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way\nNo time fo' da game, I do it my way\n\n{Aight, y'all this a mothafuckin' public service announcement\nFrom Mr. X to tha mothafuckin' Z Xzibit\nMy homeboy Kurupt, to all you half ass mothafuckas comin' around\nPussy ass niggas, tryin' to see what's up wit my homeboy}\n\n{And see what's up wit me, nigga is he this, is he that\nNigga I'm a mothafuckin' killa and it's like this nigga\nIf I had a doller fo' every time you bitch ass niggas\nCame around and didn't do shit, I'll be a billionaire right now\nPut up or shut up mothafuckas, it's like this, it's on, onsite}","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Can't Go Wrong\n  artist: Kurupt DJ Quik Butch Cassidy\n  album: Space Boogie Smoke Oddessey Digitally Remastered\n  duration_ms: 243000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  The reason that I'm here, I'ma drop 'til it's clear\n  Let all, G'z to front, middle and rear\n  Switches couldn't switch like these switches a day\n  Just to sit and sippin' and dippin' all over the ways\n\n  That they ears and chairs, dis on this years\n  Cokes drippin' off juice and gins\n  As a matter of fact, takes mathical fact\n  And you can't de-grate, y'all get played like a sax\n\n  Trumpet to trombone\n  Too shotty Young Gotti, millennium bone\n  If she raggedly, I'm sendin' 'em home\n  Puttin' 10 in the chrome, lettin' all killin' it's on\n\n  It don't quit, it don't stop\n  Let the beat knock, beat knock\n  Pull up at the spot, pull up at the spot, in a drop top\n  Gettin' what I got, I just\n\n  Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs\n  Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel\n  No matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way\n  No time fo' da game, I do it my way\n\n  Kurupt, what up\n\n  I'ma drop 'til it's clear\n  And these re-beams and pumps is Vietnam time\n  Tossin' C-notes, the, 'Magnificent Magneto'\n  Dippin' through, comin' like ay\n\n  Don't expect nothin' less, these gleam on the tray\n  All night and all day, it's the best in a 2001 S S\n  It's the prince of the West, I ain't tryna do much\n  Tryna do too much, I ain't even really trippin'\n\n  It's just me, Snoopy and Quik and someone like you\n  Wit' the biggest mouth to put a dick in\n  Most of y'all malfunction like faulty equipment\n  Shifted, drifted, different, up lifted\n\n  Kurupt Young Gotti, just call me fall beaty\n  With the skirts from Tahiti workin' at the mall\n  With young Roscoe, you fool in high school\n  I just tuck my Roscoe, dump fossils, colossal, I\n\n  Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs\n  Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel\n  No matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way\n  No time fo' da game, I do it my way\n\n  Yes, 1, 2, fuck wit' my crew\n  And we won't stop poppin' 'til ya body turn blue\n  3, 4, look at that whore with the fat ass\n  But without the cash, hit the door\n\n  The reason that I'm here, Kurupt done bought the beer\n  I'ma lush, lookin' fo' the cush, lookin'\n  Fo' the bush to push and mush back\n  I'll hump the ho if she ain't been needin' a Dusch bag\n\n  No, must've been the Gucci, wit' hair that's pushed back\n  In a bun lookin' fun gettin' silly, wit' my celly from Billy\n  Brought to you by way or two buns\n  We smugglin' in and out of the place, our two guns\n\n  Notice, see the Q U I, Dogg Pound collabo', yup\n  We stab hoes in the bladder actin' bad wit' the mad hoes\n  Get out, yeah, look here, we started this pussy shit, no shit\n  And these the mothafuckin' hoes we get, c'mon\n\n  Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs\n  Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel\n  No matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way\n  No time fo' da game, I do it my way\n\n  Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs\n  Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel\n  No matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my 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