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Conway\n  album: Affiliated\n  duration_ms: 161000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, nigga (yeah, nigga)\n  start_ms: 9880\n  end_ms: 13170\n- text: Girbaud Jeans and twenty sacks, old niggas in Kangol hats\n  start_ms: 13170\n  end_ms: 16550\n- text: Cocaine, like Anglo Sax, big homies, who never rat\n  start_ms: 16550\n  end_ms: 19560\n- text: Onester, we in the back, the deuce is where we at\n  start_ms: 19560\n  end_ms: 22910\n- text: Yeah, I'm just stating facts, them hoes like little black\n  start_ms: 22910\n  end_ms: 26070\n- text: Evict and play the track, in hopes to make a brack\n  start_ms: 26070\n  end_ms: 29290\n- text: Play oldies and let them slap out Lincolns and Cadillacs\n  start_ms: 29290\n  end_ms: 32360\n- text: Breath sticking like Cognac, while sipping a 40 back\n  start_ms: 32360\n  end_ms: 35750\n- text: Hit Dave from cataracts, and tell 'em that I need a half\n  start_ms: 35750\n  end_ms: 38640\n- text: Brought 40, that's from the lac', like nigga I do the maths\n  start_ms: 38640\n  end_ms: 41940\n- text: That's 80 and tell 'em cash, help move 'em, we do it fast\n  start_ms: 41940\n  end_ms: 45200\n- text: Pussy niggas won't last this week, and we in the land (Los Skan)\n  start_ms: 45200\n  end_ms: 49890\n- text: Niggas'll do you for a band\n  start_ms: 49890\n  end_ms: 52940\n- text: Step right up, hurry, hurry\n  start_ms: 52940\n  end_ms: 56490\n- text: Before the show begins, my friends\n  start_ms: 56490\n  end_ms: 65830\n- text: Stand in line, get your tickets, I hope you will attend\n  start_ms: 65830\n  end_ms: 73390\n- text: Yeah, Amiris of fifty sacks, young killers in Raiders hats\n  start_ms: 73390\n  end_ms: 77610\n- text: My shooter just played it back, he waiting to spray his Mac (grr)\n  start_ms: 77610\n  end_ms: 80960\n- text: That bitch just made me a sack, I blow it, she made it back\n  start_ms: 80960\n  end_ms: 84050\n- text: I'm eating nigga, you ain't even seeing my table scrap (aah!)\n  start_ms: 84050\n  end_ms: 87370\n- text: Believe me, I'm stating facts, I be where the Lakers at\n  start_ms: 87370\n  end_ms: 90420\n- text: Court side, I'm at the Staples centre, on TV smelling like Pat (ha-ha-ha)\n  start_ms: 90420\n  end_ms: 93960\n- text: Main Street, that's where I be, that could easily be Iraq\n  start_ms: 93960\n  end_ms: 96730\n- text: Choppers ringing, young niggas will squeeze at you for a stack (grr!)\n  start_ms: 96730\n  end_ms: 100920\n- text: Push the Royce truck, before that we drove Rovers (yeah, huh)\n  start_ms: 100920\n  end_ms: 104450\n- text: Conway, Jay Worthy, the hoes chose us (ah!)\n  start_ms: 104450\n  end_ms: 107700\n- text: The bezel on the Roll rose those Froza, soul controller (whoo!)\n  start_ms: 107700\n  end_ms: 111610\n- text: Standing over the stove, whipping Oza (talk to 'em)\n  start_ms: 111610\n  end_ms: 114410\n- text: Nigga shot at me, he ain't have no luck (you niggas miss huh?)\n  start_ms: 114410\n  end_ms: 116720\n- text: I doubled back, that pussy nigga got his dome struck (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)\n  start_ms: 116720\n  end_ms: 119830\n- text: Roscoe's on Pico eating Obama special (nah)\n  start_ms: 119830\n  end_ms: 123400\n- text: My momma told me that I was special, nigga (ha-ha-ha)\n  start_ms: 123400\n  end_ms: 126680\n- text: Step right up (I'm special, nigga), hurry, hurry (yeah)\n  start_ms: 126680\n  end_ms: 130370\n- text: Before the show begins (bitch, I said I'm special)\n  start_ms: 130370\n  end_ms: 135250\n- text: My friends (hoe) (ha-ha-ha)\n  start_ms: 135250\n  end_ms: 139610\n- text: Stand in line, get your tickets\n  start_ms: 139610\n  end_ms: 143230\n- text: I hope you will attend\n  start_ms: 143230\n  end_ms: 148050\n- text: It'll only cost you fifty cents to see\n  start_ms: 148050\n  end_ms: 154760\n- text: What life has done to those like you and me\n  start_ms: 154760\n  end_ms: 159290\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 159290\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, nigga (yeah, nigga)\n\n  Girbaud Jeans and twenty sacks, old niggas in Kangol hats\n  Cocaine, like Anglo Sax, big homies, who never rat\n  Onester, we in the back, the deuce is where we at\n  Yeah, I'm just stating facts, them hoes like little black\n  Evict and play the track, in hopes to make a brack\n  Play oldies and let them slap out Lincolns and Cadillacs\n\n  Breath sticking like Cognac, while sipping a 40 back\n  Hit Dave from cataracts, and tell 'em that I need a half\n  Brought 40, that's from the lac', like nigga I do the maths\n  That's 80 and tell 'em cash, help move 'em, we do it fast\n  Pussy niggas won't last this week, and we in the land (Los Skan)\n  Niggas'll do you for a band\n\n  Step right up, hurry, hurry\n  Before the show begins, my friends\n  Stand in line, get your tickets, I hope you will attend\n\n  Yeah, Amiris of fifty sacks, young killers in Raiders hats\n  My shooter just played it back, he waiting to spray his Mac (grr)\n  That bitch just made me a sack, I blow it, she made it back\n  I'm eating nigga, you ain't even seeing my table scrap (aah!)\n  Believe me, I'm stating facts, I be where the Lakers at\n  Court side, I'm at the Staples centre, on TV smelling like Pat (ha-ha-ha)\n  Main Street, that's where I be, that could easily be Iraq\n  Choppers ringing, young niggas will squeeze at you for a stack (grr!)\n\n  Push the Royce truck, before that we drove Rovers (yeah, huh)\n  Conway, Jay Worthy, the hoes chose us (ah!)\n  The bezel on the Roll rose those Froza, soul controller (whoo!)\n  Standing over the stove, whipping Oza (talk to 'em)\n  Nigga shot at me, he ain't have no luck (you niggas miss huh?)\n  I doubled back, that pussy nigga got his dome struck (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)\n  Roscoe's on Pico eating Obama special (nah)\n  My momma told me that I was special, nigga (ha-ha-ha)\n\n  Step right up (I'm special, nigga), hurry, hurry (yeah)\n  Before the show begins (bitch, I said I'm special)\n  My friends (hoe) (ha-ha-ha)\n  Stand in line, get your tickets\n  I hope you will attend\n  It'll only cost you fifty cents to see\n  What life has done to those like you and me\n"}]