[{"id":3722921,"name":"Aunt Dot","trackName":"Aunt Dot","artistName":"Lil’ Kim","albumName":"The Notorious KIM","duration":326.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets\nTold me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\nEven though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\nWack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\n\nWhat? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\nLike my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies\nI heard a knock at the door\nTo my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes\n\nWho are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\nShe called me by my government name, Kimberly\nWho sent you? My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\nShe packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie\n\nHmmph, she was cute and mad fly\nShe had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\nBavari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\nAnd I could see she was admiring my Minski suit\nThen she handed me the note, here, read this\n\nI just stared her up and down\n'Cause I couldn't believe it, then I opened it\nIt said, \"Bitches is out to get you\nYour so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz\"\n\n\"I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends\nThey know where you live, so evacuate the crib\nAnd oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\nSince I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\"\n\n\"Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol\nAnd tomorrow is her first violin recital\nAnd she would be more than happy if you could take her\nPeace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n\nDamn, what went wrong?\nCan't we all just get along and make hit songs?\nBitches all up in my ass like a thong\nIf this was a show, y'all hoes would get 'Gonged'\n\n'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on\nWhat the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, let's get it on\nWhat? What's takin' you so long? I got plans for the future\nTo bring back your head like Medusa\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nUh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\nIt's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together\nHow Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\nAnd dress like me and look like me\n\nAnd Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\nAskin' me for money, day in, day out\nAnd last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha\nShe planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n\nC'mon Shanice, I'm takin' you to my house in L. Conn.\nI wanna go with you, uhh, be quiet and we'll get along fine\nC'mon please, I wanna be just like you\n600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll babies\n\nCrazy baguettes in my barrettes and\nH-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock\nFuck Barney and Lamb chops, I don't love them hoes\nBut anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\n\nDiamonds on my toes, X-and-O's\nVersace hottie in designer clothes\nScoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys 'R 'Us\nMake 'em spend, they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus\n\nI'm the S the H the A the N the I the C the E\nBut all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\nWhat, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\nEver seen The Professional? Well, I can clean\n\nYou know what? I like you, little big person\nRule number one, no cursin'\nAnyway, what you know about that?\nYou too young for that, when I was your age\n\nI woulda got hung for that\nThen I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\nSo she could fill me in a little more about the plot\nNine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two\n\n\"Hello?\" Yo, what's the deal?\nWhy these bitches buggin' out\nI mean, what's this all about?\n\"See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy\n\nThey don't want you to win no more\nSoul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\nAnd I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more\nThe other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store\n\nI saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\"\nFor real? \"Yup, then I choked the bitch out\nAt least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet\nThrough her in my backseat\n\nThen I dumped her on a dead-end street\nThe other two? Yeah, they still linger\nBut don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em\nSo just pray I come home\n\nAnd when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\nWhoo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh, brother\nIt's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another\nHmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex\n\nAnd when she get vexed, you guess what happens next\n'Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu\nIs the reason why the story is to be continued\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Aunt Dot\n artist: Lil’ Kim\n album: The Notorious KIM\n duration_ms: 326000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets\n Told me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\n Even though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\n Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\n\n What? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\n Like my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies\n I heard a knock at the door\n To my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes\n\n Who are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\n She called me by my government name, Kimberly\n Who sent you? My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\n She packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie\n\n Hmmph, she was cute and mad fly\n She had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\n Bavari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\n And I could see she was admiring my Minski suit\n Then she handed me the note, here, read this\n\n I just stared her up and down\n 'Cause I couldn't believe it, then I opened it\n It said, \"Bitches is out to get you\n Your so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz\"\n\n \"I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends\n They know where you live, so evacuate the crib\n And oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\n Since I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\"\n\n \"Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol\n And tomorrow is her first violin recital\n And she would be more than happy if you could take her\n Peace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n\n Damn, what went wrong?\n Can't we all just get along and make hit songs?\n Bitches all up in my ass like a thong\n If this was a show, y'all hoes would get 'Gonged'\n\n 'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on\n What the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, let's get it on\n What? What's takin' you so long? I got plans for the future\n To bring back your head like Medusa\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Uh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\n It's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together\n How Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\n And dress like me and look like me\n\n And Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\n Askin' me for money, day in, day out\n And last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha\n She planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n\n C'mon Shanice, I'm takin' you to my house in L. Conn.\n I wanna go with you, uhh, be quiet and we'll get along fine\n C'mon please, I wanna be just like you\n 600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll babies\n\n Crazy baguettes in my barrettes and\n H-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock\n Fuck Barney and Lamb chops, I don't love them hoes\n But anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\n\n Diamonds on my toes, X-and-O's\n Versace hottie in designer clothes\n Scoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys 'R 'Us\n Make 'em spend, they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus\n\n I'm the S the H the A the N the I the C the E\n But all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\n What, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\n Ever seen The Professional? Well, I can clean\n\n You know what? I like you, little big person\n Rule number one, no cursin'\n Anyway, what you know about that?\n You too young for that, when I was your age\n\n I woulda got hung for that\n Then I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\n So she could fill me in a little more about the plot\n Nine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two\n\n \"Hello?\" Yo, what's the deal?\n Why these bitches buggin' out\n I mean, what's this all about?\n \"See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy\n\n They don't want you to win no more\n Soul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\n And I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more\n The other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store\n\n I saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\"\n For real? \"Yup, then I choked the bitch out\n At least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet\n Through her in my backseat\n\n Then I dumped her on a dead-end street\n The other two? Yeah, they still linger\n But don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em\n So just pray I come home\n\n And when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\n Whoo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh, brother\n It's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another\n Hmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex\n\n And when she get vexed, you guess what happens next\n 'Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu\n Is the reason why the story is to be continued\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n"},{"id":22343116,"name":"Aunt Dot","trackName":"Aunt Dot","artistName":"Lil' Kim","albumName":"The Notorious Kim","duration":321.906939,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets\nTold me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\nEven though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\nWack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\n\nWhat? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\nLike my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies\nI heard a knock at the door\nTo my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes\n\nWho are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\nShe called me by my government name, Kimberly\nWho sent you? My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\nShe packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie\n\nHmmph, she was cute and mad fly\nShe had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\nBavari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\nAnd I could see she was admiring my Minski suit\nThen she handed me the note, here, read this\n\nI just stared her up and down\n'Cause I couldn't believe it, then I opened it\nIt said, \"Bitches is out to get you\nYour so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz\"\n\n\"I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends\nThey know where you live, so evacuate the crib\nAnd oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\nSince I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\"\n\n\"Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol\nAnd tomorrow is her first violin recital\nAnd she would be more than happy if you could take her\nPeace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n\nDamn, what went wrong?\nCan't we all just get along and make hit songs?\nBitches all up in my ass like a thong\nIf this was a show, y'all hoes would get 'Gonged'\n\n'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on\nWhat the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, let's get it on\nWhat? What's takin' you so long? I got plans for the future\nTo bring back your head like Medusa\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nUh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\nIt's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together\nHow Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\nAnd dress like me and look like me\n\nAnd Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\nAskin' me for money, day in, day out\nAnd last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha\nShe planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n\nC'mon Shanice, I'm takin' you to my house in L. Conn.\nI wanna go with you, uhh, be quiet and we'll get along fine\nC'mon please, I wanna be just like you\n600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll babies\n\nCrazy baguettes in my barrettes and\nH-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock\nFuck Barney and Lamb chops, I don't love them hoes\nBut anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\n\nDiamonds on my toes, X-and-O's\nVersace hottie in designer clothes\nScoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys 'R 'Us\nMake 'em spend, they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus\n\nI'm the S the H the A the N the I the C the E\nBut all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\nWhat, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\nEver seen The Professional? Well, I can clean\n\nYou know what? I like you, little big person\nRule number one, no cursin'\nAnyway, what you know about that?\nYou too young for that, when I was your age\n\nI woulda got hung for that\nThen I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\nSo she could fill me in a little more about the plot\nNine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two\n\n\"Hello?\" Yo, what's the deal?\nWhy these bitches buggin' out\nI mean, what's this all about?\n\"See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy\n\nThey don't want you to win no more\nSoul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\nAnd I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more\nThe other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store\n\nI saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\"\nFor real? \"Yup, then I choked the bitch out\nAt least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet\nThrough her in my backseat\n\nThen I dumped her on a dead-end street\nThe other two? Yeah, they still linger\nBut don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em\nSo just pray I come home\n\nAnd when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\nWhoo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh, brother\nIt's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another\nHmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex\n\nAnd when she get vexed, you guess what happens next\n'Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu\nIs the reason why the story is to be continued\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Aunt Dot\n artist: Lil' Kim\n album: The Notorious Kim\n duration_ms: 321907\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets\n Told me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\n Even though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\n Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\n\n What? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\n Like my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies\n I heard a knock at the door\n To my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes\n\n Who are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\n She called me by my government name, Kimberly\n Who sent you? My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\n She packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie\n\n Hmmph, she was cute and mad fly\n She had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\n Bavari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\n And I could see she was admiring my Minski suit\n Then she handed me the note, here, read this\n\n I just stared her up and down\n 'Cause I couldn't believe it, then I opened it\n It said, \"Bitches is out to get you\n Your so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz\"\n\n \"I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends\n They know where you live, so evacuate the crib\n And oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\n Since I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\"\n\n \"Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol\n And tomorrow is her first violin recital\n And she would be more than happy if you could take her\n Peace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n\n Damn, what went wrong?\n Can't we all just get along and make hit songs?\n Bitches all up in my ass like a thong\n If this was a show, y'all hoes would get 'Gonged'\n\n 'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on\n What the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, let's get it on\n What? What's takin' you so long? I got plans for the future\n To bring back your head like Medusa\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Uh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\n It's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together\n How Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\n And dress like me and look like me\n\n And Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\n Askin' me for money, day in, day out\n And last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha\n She planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n\n C'mon Shanice, I'm takin' you to my house in L. Conn.\n I wanna go with you, uhh, be quiet and we'll get along fine\n C'mon please, I wanna be just like you\n 600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll babies\n\n Crazy baguettes in my barrettes and\n H-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock\n Fuck Barney and Lamb chops, I don't love them hoes\n But anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\n\n Diamonds on my toes, X-and-O's\n Versace hottie in designer clothes\n Scoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys 'R 'Us\n Make 'em spend, they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus\n\n I'm the S the H the A the N the I the C the E\n But all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\n What, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\n Ever seen The Professional? Well, I can clean\n\n You know what? I like you, little big person\n Rule number one, no cursin'\n Anyway, what you know about that?\n You too young for that, when I was your age\n\n I woulda got hung for that\n Then I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\n So she could fill me in a little more about the plot\n Nine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two\n\n \"Hello?\" Yo, what's the deal?\n Why these bitches buggin' out\n I mean, what's this all about?\n \"See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy\n\n They don't want you to win no more\n Soul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\n And I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more\n The other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store\n\n I saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\"\n For real? \"Yup, then I choked the bitch out\n At least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet\n Through her in my backseat\n\n Then I dumped her on a dead-end street\n The other two? Yeah, they still linger\n But don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em\n So just pray I come home\n\n And when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\n Whoo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh, brother\n It's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another\n Hmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex\n\n And when she get vexed, you guess what happens next\n 'Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu\n Is the reason why the story is to be continued\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n"},{"id":35237046,"name":"Aunt Dot (featurin' Lil' Shanice)","trackName":"Aunt Dot (featurin' Lil' Shanice)","artistName":"Lil' Kim","albumName":"Notorious KIM","duration":326.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My Aunt Dot left a Glock and some blood on my sheets\nTold me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\nEven though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\nWack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\nWhat? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\nLike my boy Castor Troy with the twin glizzies\nI heard a knock at the door\nTo my surprise, I saw these two familiar eyes\n\"Who are you?\"\n\"What up? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\"\n\nShe called me by my government name, Kimberly\n\n\"Who sent you?\"\n\"My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\nShe packed a note in my knapsack and warned for a shotty\"\n\nHeh, she was cute and mad fly\nShe had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\nFivari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\nAnd I could see she was admiring my mink ski suit\nThen she handed me the note\n\n\"Here, read this\"\nI just stared her up and down 'cause I couldn't believe it\nThen I opened it, it said\n\"Bitches is out to get you\nYour so-called friends put a bomb in your Benz\nI'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends\nThey know where you live, so evacuate the crib\nAnd oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\n\nSince I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\nBesides, she looks up to you, you're her idol\nAnd tomorrow is her first violin recital\nAnd she would be more than happy if you could take her\nPeace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n\nDamn, what went wrong?\nCan't we all just get along and make hit songs?\nBitches all up in my ass like a thong\nIf this was a show, y'all hoes would get gone\n'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on\nWhat the fuck you waiting for? Come on, let's get it on\nWhat's taking you so long? I got plans for the future\nTo bring back your head like Medusa\n\nGirls be acting stink and mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain and pop a Humphrey\nI know it hurts (I'm killing y'all)\nGirls be acting stink and mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain and pop a Humphrey\nI know it hurts (I'm killing y'all)\n\nUh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\n\nIt's snowing and I'm trying to put the whole shit together\nHow Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\nAnd dress like me and look like me\nAnd Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\n\nAsking me for money day in, day out\nAnd last but not least, the grimiest one, Taisha\nShe planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n\"Come on, Shanice, I'm taking you to my house in El Con\"\n\"I wanna go with you\"\n\"Uh, be quiet, we will get along fine\"\n\"Come on, please, I wanna be just like you\n\nSix hundred Mercedes and 380s in my doll babies\nCrazy baguettes in my burettes\nAnd H-Class rocks inside my baby G-Shock\nFuck Barney and Lambchops, I don't love them hoes\nBut anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\nDiamonds on my toes, X and O's\nVersace hottie in designer clothes\nScoop Little Neek and dust, then take the toys I rust\nMake 'em spend they cheese, then kick 'em out to take the bus\nI'm the S, the H, the A, the N, the I, the C, the E\n\nBut all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\nWhat, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\n\nEver seen a professional? Uh-huh, well I'm the queen\n\"You know what? I like you, you little big person\nRule number one, no cursing\nAnyway, what you know about that? You too young for that\nWhen I was your age, I would've got hung for that\"\nThen I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\nSo she could fill me in a little more about the plot\nHmm, 917-582-122\n\"Hello?\"\n\n\"Yo, what's the deal? Why these bitches bugging out?\n\nI mean, what's this all about?\"\n\"See, it's sort of like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy\nThey don't want you to win no more\nSoul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\nAnd I guess that's why I ain't your friends no more\nThe other day when I was coming out the grocery store\nI saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\n\"Hello?\"\n\n\"Yep, then I choked the bitch out, at least one to the heart\nTied up her hands and feet, threw her in my back seat\nThen I dumped her on a dead-end street\nThe other two? Yeah, they still linger\nBut don't you let me fail, I'ma get 'em\nSo just pray I come home\nAnd when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\n\nOoh, when Aunt Dot comes, oh brother\nIt's like five Bloody Marys one after another\n\nShe have you stressed, no wearing white, no sex\nAnd when she get vexed, guess what happens next?\n'Cause them other two girls that's still on the menu\nIs the reason why the story is to be continued\n\nGirls be acting stink and mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain and pop a Humphrey\nI know it hurts (I'm killing y'all)\nGirls be acting stink and mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain and pop a Humphrey\nI know it hurts (I'm killing y'all)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Aunt Dot (featurin' Lil' Shanice)\n artist: Lil' Kim\n album: Notorious KIM\n duration_ms: 326000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n My Aunt Dot left a Glock and some blood on my sheets\n Told me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\n Even though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\n Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\n What? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\n Like my boy Castor Troy with the twin glizzies\n I heard a knock at the door\n To my surprise, I saw these two familiar eyes\n \"Who are you?\"\n \"What up? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\"\n\n She called me by my government name, Kimberly\n\n \"Who sent you?\"\n \"My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\n She packed a note in my knapsack and warned for a shotty\"\n\n Heh, she was cute and mad fly\n She had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\n Fivari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\n And I could see she was admiring my mink ski suit\n Then she handed me the note\n\n \"Here, read this\"\n I just stared her up and down 'cause I couldn't believe it\n Then I opened it, it said\n \"Bitches is out to get you\n Your so-called friends put a bomb in your Benz\n I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends\n They know where you live, so evacuate the crib\n And oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\n\n Since I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\n Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol\n And tomorrow is her first violin recital\n And she would be more than happy if you could take her\n Peace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n\n Damn, what went wrong?\n Can't we all just get along and make hit songs?\n Bitches all up in my ass like a thong\n If this was a show, y'all hoes would get gone\n 'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on\n What the fuck you waiting for? Come on, let's get it on\n What's taking you so long? I got plans for the future\n To bring back your head like Medusa\n\n Girls be acting stink and mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain and pop a Humphrey\n I know it hurts (I'm killing y'all)\n Girls be acting stink and mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain and pop a Humphrey\n I know it hurts (I'm killing y'all)\n\n Uh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\n\n It's snowing and I'm trying to put the whole shit together\n How Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\n And dress like me and look like me\n And Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\n\n Asking me for money day in, day out\n And last but not least, the grimiest one, Taisha\n She planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n \"Come on, Shanice, I'm taking you to my house in El Con\"\n \"I wanna go with you\"\n \"Uh, be quiet, we will get along fine\"\n \"Come on, please, I wanna be just like you\n\n Six hundred Mercedes and 380s in my doll babies\n Crazy baguettes in my burettes\n And H-Class rocks inside my baby G-Shock\n Fuck Barney and Lambchops, I don't love them hoes\n But anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\n Diamonds on my toes, X and O's\n Versace hottie in designer clothes\n Scoop Little Neek and dust, then take the toys I rust\n Make 'em spend they cheese, then kick 'em out to take the bus\n I'm the S, the H, the A, the N, the I, the C, the E\n\n But all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\n What, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\n\n Ever seen a professional? Uh-huh, well I'm the queen\n \"You know what? I like you, you little big person\n Rule number one, no cursing\n Anyway, what you know about that? You too young for that\n When I was your age, I would've got hung for that\"\n Then I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\n So she could fill me in a little more about the plot\n Hmm, 917-582-122\n \"Hello?\"\n\n \"Yo, what's the deal? Why these bitches bugging out?\n\n I mean, what's this all about?\"\n \"See, it's sort of like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy\n They don't want you to win no more\n Soul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\n And I guess that's why I ain't your friends no more\n The other day when I was coming out the grocery store\n I saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\n \"Hello?\"\n\n \"Yep, then I choked the bitch out, at least one to the heart\n Tied up her hands and feet, threw her in my back seat\n Then I dumped her on a dead-end street\n The other two? Yeah, they still linger\n But don't you let me fail, I'ma get 'em\n So just pray I come home\n And when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\n\n Ooh, when Aunt Dot comes, oh brother\n It's like five Bloody Marys one after another\n\n She have you stressed, no wearing white, no sex\n And when she get vexed, guess what happens next?\n 'Cause them other two girls that's still on the menu\n Is the reason why the story is to be continued\n\n Girls be acting stink and mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain and pop a Humphrey\n I know it hurts (I'm killing y'all)\n Girls be acting stink and mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain and pop a Humphrey\n I know it hurts (I'm killing y'all)\n"},{"id":35172212,"name":"Aunt Dot (featuring Lil' Shanice)","trackName":"Aunt Dot (featuring Lil' Shanice)","artistName":"Lil' Kim","albumName":"Notorious KIM","duration":326.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My Aunt Dot left a Glock and some blood on my sheets\nTold me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\nEven though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\nWack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\nWhat? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\nLike my boy Castor Troy with the twin glizzies\nI heard a knock at the door\nTo my surprise, I saw these two familiar eyes\n\"Who are you?\"\n\"What up? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\"\n\nShe called me by my government name, Kimberly\n\n\"Who sent you?\"\n\"My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\nShe packed a note in my knapsack and warned for a shotty\"\n\nHeh, she was cute and mad fly\nShe had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\nFivari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\nAnd I could see she was admiring my mink ski suit\nThen she handed me the note\n\n\"Here, read this\"\nI just stared her up and down 'cause I couldn't believe it\nThen I opened it, it said\n\"Bitches is out to get you\nYour so-called friends put a bomb in your Benz\nI'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends\nThey know where you live, so evacuate the crib\nAnd oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\n\nSince I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\nBesides, she looks up to you, you're her idol\nAnd tomorrow is her first violin recital\nAnd she would be more than happy if you could take her\nPeace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n\nDamn, what went wrong?\nCan't we all just get along and make hit songs?\nBitches all up in my ass like a thong\nIf this was a show, y'all hoes would get gone\n'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on\nWhat the fuck you waiting for? Come on, let's get it on\nWhat's taking you so long? I got plans for the future\nTo bring back your head like Medusa\n\nGirls be acting stink and mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain and pop a Humphrey\nI know it hurts (I'm killing y'all)\nGirls be acting stink and mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain and pop a Humphrey\nI know it hurts (I'm killing y'all)\n\nUh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\n\nIt's snowing and I'm trying to put the whole shit together\nHow Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\nAnd dress like me and look like me\nAnd Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\n\nAsking me for money day in, day out\nAnd last but not least, the grimiest one, Taisha\nShe planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n\"Come on, Shanice, I'm taking you to my house in El Con\"\n\"I wanna go with you\"\n\"Uh, be quiet, we will get along fine\"\n\"Come on, please, I wanna be just like you\n\nSix hundred Mercedes and 380s in my doll babies\nCrazy baguettes in my burettes\nAnd H-Class rocks inside my baby G-Shock\nFuck Barney and Lambchops, I don't love them hoes\nBut anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\nDiamonds on my toes, X and O's\nVersace hottie in designer clothes\nScoop Little Neek and dust, then take the toys I rust\nMake 'em spend they cheese, then kick 'em out to take the bus\nI'm the S, the H, the A, the N, the I, the C, the E\n\nBut all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\nWhat, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\n\nEver seen a professional? Uh-huh, well I'm the queen\n\"You know what? I like you, you little big person\nRule number one, no cursing\nAnyway, what you know about that? You too young for that\nWhen I was your age, I would've got hung for that\"\nThen I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\nSo she could fill me in a little more about the plot\nHmm, 917-582-122\n\"Hello?\"\n\n\"Yo, what's the deal? Why these bitches bugging out?\n\nI mean, what's this all about?\"\n\"See, it's sort of like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy\nThey don't want you to win no more\nSoul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\nAnd I guess that's why I ain't your friends no more\nThe other day when I was coming out the grocery store\nI saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\n\"Hello?\"\n\n\"Yep, then I choked the bitch out, at least one to the heart\nTied up her hands and feet, threw her in my back seat\nThen I dumped her on a dead-end street\nThe other two? Yeah, they still linger\nBut don't you let me fail, I'ma get 'em\nSo just pray I come home\nAnd when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\n\nOoh, when Aunt Dot comes, oh brother\nIt's like five Bloody Marys one after another\n\nShe have you stressed, no wearing white, no sex\nAnd when she get vexed, guess what happens next?\n'Cause them other two girls that's still on the menu\nIs the reason why the story is to be continued\n\nGirls be acting stink and mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain and pop a Humphrey\nI know it hurts (I'm killing y'all)\nGirls be acting stink and mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain and pop a Humphrey\nI know it hurts (I'm killing y'all)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Aunt Dot (featuring Lil' Shanice)\n artist: Lil' Kim\n album: Notorious KIM\n duration_ms: 326000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n My Aunt Dot left a Glock and some blood on my sheets\n Told me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\n Even though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\n Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\n What? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\n Like my boy Castor Troy with the twin glizzies\n I heard a knock at the door\n To my surprise, I saw these two familiar eyes\n \"Who are you?\"\n \"What up? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\"\n\n She called me by my government name, Kimberly\n\n \"Who sent you?\"\n \"My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\n She packed a note in my knapsack and warned for a shotty\"\n\n Heh, she was cute and mad fly\n She had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\n Fivari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\n And I could see she was admiring my mink ski suit\n Then she handed me the note\n\n \"Here, read this\"\n I just stared her up and down 'cause I couldn't believe it\n Then I opened it, it said\n \"Bitches is out to get you\n Your so-called friends put a bomb in your Benz\n I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends\n They know where you live, so evacuate the crib\n And oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\n\n Since I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\n Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol\n And tomorrow is her first violin recital\n And she would be more than happy if you could take her\n Peace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n\n Damn, what went wrong?\n Can't we all just get along and make hit songs?\n Bitches all up in my ass like a thong\n If this was a show, y'all hoes would get gone\n 'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on\n What the fuck you waiting for? Come on, let's get it on\n What's taking you so long? I got plans for the future\n To bring back your head like Medusa\n\n Girls be acting stink and mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain and pop a Humphrey\n I know it hurts (I'm killing y'all)\n Girls be acting stink and mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain and pop a Humphrey\n I know it hurts (I'm killing y'all)\n\n Uh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\n\n It's snowing and I'm trying to put the whole shit together\n How Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\n And dress like me and look like me\n And Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\n\n Asking me for money day in, day out\n And last but not least, the grimiest one, Taisha\n She planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n \"Come on, Shanice, I'm taking you to my house in El Con\"\n \"I wanna go with you\"\n \"Uh, be quiet, we will get along fine\"\n \"Come on, please, I wanna be just like you\n\n Six hundred Mercedes and 380s in my doll babies\n Crazy baguettes in my burettes\n And H-Class rocks inside my baby G-Shock\n Fuck Barney and Lambchops, I don't love them hoes\n But anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\n Diamonds on my toes, X and O's\n Versace hottie in designer clothes\n Scoop Little Neek and dust, then take the toys I rust\n Make 'em spend they cheese, then kick 'em out to take the bus\n I'm the S, the H, the A, the N, the I, the C, the E\n\n But all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\n What, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\n\n Ever seen a professional? Uh-huh, well I'm the queen\n \"You know what? I like you, you little big person\n Rule number one, no cursing\n Anyway, what you know about that? You too young for that\n When I was your age, I would've got hung for that\"\n Then I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\n So she could fill me in a little more about the plot\n Hmm, 917-582-122\n \"Hello?\"\n\n \"Yo, what's the deal? Why these bitches bugging out?\n\n I mean, what's this all about?\"\n \"See, it's sort of like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy\n They don't want you to win no more\n Soul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\n And I guess that's why I ain't your friends no more\n The other day when I was coming out the grocery store\n I saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\n \"Hello?\"\n\n \"Yep, then I choked the bitch out, at least one to the heart\n Tied up her hands and feet, threw her in my back seat\n Then I dumped her on a dead-end street\n The other two? Yeah, they still linger\n But don't you let me fail, I'ma get 'em\n So just pray I come home\n And when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\n\n Ooh, when Aunt Dot comes, oh brother\n It's like five Bloody Marys one after another\n\n She have you stressed, no wearing white, no sex\n And when she get vexed, guess what happens next?\n 'Cause them other two girls that's still on the menu\n Is the reason why the story is to be continued\n\n Girls be acting stink and mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain and pop a Humphrey\n I know it hurts (I'm killing y'all)\n Girls be acting stink and mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain and pop a Humphrey\n I know it hurts (I'm killing y'all)\n"},{"id":30953535,"name":"Aunt Dot","trackName":"Aunt Dot","artistName":"Lil’ Kim","albumName":"The Notorious KIM 🅴","duration":326.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets\nTold me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\nEven though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\nWack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\n\nWhat? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\nLike my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies\nI heard a knock at the door\nTo my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes\n\nWho are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\nShe called me by my government name, Kimberly\nWho sent you? My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\nShe packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie\n\nHmmph, she was cute and mad fly\nShe had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\nBavari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\nAnd I could see she was admiring my Minski suit\nThen she handed me the note, here, read this\n\nI just stared her up and down\n'Cause I couldn't believe it, then I opened it\nIt said, \"Bitches is out to get you\nYour so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz\"\n\n\"I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends\nThey know where you live, so evacuate the crib\nAnd oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\nSince I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\"\n\n\"Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol\nAnd tomorrow is her first violin recital\nAnd she would be more than happy if you could take her\nPeace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n\nDamn, what went wrong?\nCan't we all just get along and make hit songs?\nBitches all up in my ass like a thong\nIf this was a show, y'all hoes would get 'Gonged'\n\n'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on\nWhat the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, let's get it on\nWhat? What's takin' you so long? I got plans for the future\nTo bring back your head like Medusa\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nUh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\nIt's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together\nHow Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\nAnd dress like me and look like me\n\nAnd Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\nAskin' me for money, day in, day out\nAnd last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha\nShe planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n\nC'mon Shanice, I'm takin' you to my house in L. Conn.\nI wanna go with you, uhh, be quiet and we'll get along fine\nC'mon please, I wanna be just like you\n600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll babies\n\nCrazy baguettes in my barrettes and\nH-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock\nFuck Barney and Lamb chops, I don't love them hoes\nBut anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\n\nDiamonds on my toes, X-and-O's\nVersace hottie in designer clothes\nScoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys 'R 'Us\nMake 'em spend, they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus\n\nI'm the S the H the A the N the I the C the E\nBut all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\nWhat, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\nEver seen The Professional? Well, I can clean\n\nYou know what? I like you, little big person\nRule number one, no cursin'\nAnyway, what you know about that?\nYou too young for that, when I was your age\n\nI woulda got hung for that\nThen I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\nSo she could fill me in a little more about the plot\nNine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two\n\n\"Hello?\" Yo, what's the deal?\nWhy these bitches buggin' out\nI mean, what's this all about?\n\"See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy\n\nThey don't want you to win no more\nSoul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\nAnd I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more\nThe other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store\n\nI saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\"\nFor real? \"Yup, then I choked the bitch out\nAt least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet\nThrough her in my backseat\n\nThen I dumped her on a dead-end street\nThe other two? Yeah, they still linger\nBut don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em\nSo just pray I come home\n\nAnd when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\nWhoo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh, brother\nIt's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another\nHmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex\n\nAnd when she get vexed, you guess what happens next\n'Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu\nIs the reason why the story is to be continued\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Aunt Dot\n artist: Lil’ Kim\n album: The Notorious KIM 🅴\n duration_ms: 326000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets\n Told me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\n Even though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\n Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\n\n What? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\n Like my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies\n I heard a knock at the door\n To my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes\n\n Who are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\n She called me by my government name, Kimberly\n Who sent you? My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\n She packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie\n\n Hmmph, she was cute and mad fly\n She had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\n Bavari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\n And I could see she was admiring my Minski suit\n Then she handed me the note, here, read this\n\n I just stared her up and down\n 'Cause I couldn't believe it, then I opened it\n It said, \"Bitches is out to get you\n Your so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz\"\n\n \"I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends\n They know where you live, so evacuate the crib\n And oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\n Since I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\"\n\n \"Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol\n And tomorrow is her first violin recital\n And she would be more than happy if you could take her\n Peace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n\n Damn, what went wrong?\n Can't we all just get along and make hit songs?\n Bitches all up in my ass like a thong\n If this was a show, y'all hoes would get 'Gonged'\n\n 'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on\n What the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, let's get it on\n What? What's takin' you so long? I got plans for the future\n To bring back your head like Medusa\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Uh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\n It's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together\n How Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\n And dress like me and look like me\n\n And Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\n Askin' me for money, day in, day out\n And last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha\n She planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n\n C'mon Shanice, I'm takin' you to my house in L. Conn.\n I wanna go with you, uhh, be quiet and we'll get along fine\n C'mon please, I wanna be just like you\n 600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll babies\n\n Crazy baguettes in my barrettes and\n H-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock\n Fuck Barney and Lamb chops, I don't love them hoes\n But anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\n\n Diamonds on my toes, X-and-O's\n Versace hottie in designer clothes\n Scoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys 'R 'Us\n Make 'em spend, they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus\n\n I'm the S the H the A the N the I the C the E\n But all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\n What, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\n Ever seen The Professional? Well, I can clean\n\n You know what? I like you, little big person\n Rule number one, no cursin'\n Anyway, what you know about that?\n You too young for that, when I was your age\n\n I woulda got hung for that\n Then I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\n So she could fill me in a little more about the plot\n Nine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two\n\n \"Hello?\" Yo, what's the deal?\n Why these bitches buggin' out\n I mean, what's this all about?\n \"See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy\n\n They don't want you to win no more\n Soul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\n And I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more\n The other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store\n\n I saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\"\n For real? \"Yup, then I choked the bitch out\n At least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet\n Through her in my backseat\n\n Then I dumped her on a dead-end street\n The other two? Yeah, they still linger\n But don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em\n So just pray I come home\n\n And when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\n Whoo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh, brother\n It's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another\n Hmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex\n\n And when she get vexed, you guess what happens next\n 'Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu\n Is the reason why the story is to be continued\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n"},{"id":34551221,"name":"Aunt Dot","trackName":"Aunt Dot","artistName":"Lil’ Kim; Lil' Shanice","albumName":"The Notorious KIM","duration":326.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets\nTold me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\nEven though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\nWack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\n\nWhat? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\nLike my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies\nI heard a knock at the door\nTo my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes\n\nWho are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\nShe called me by my government name, Kimberly\nWho sent you? My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\nShe packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie\n\nHmmph, she was cute and mad fly\nShe had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\nBavari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\nAnd I could see she was admiring my Minski suit\nThen she handed me the note, here, read this\n\nI just stared her up and down\n'Cause I couldn't believe it, then I opened it\nIt said, \"Bitches is out to get you\nYour so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz\"\n\n\"I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends\nThey know where you live, so evacuate the crib\nAnd oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\nSince I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\"\n\n\"Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol\nAnd tomorrow is her first violin recital\nAnd she would be more than happy if you could take her\nPeace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n\nDamn, what went wrong?\nCan't we all just get along and make hit songs?\nBitches all up in my ass like a thong\nIf this was a show, y'all hoes would get 'Gonged'\n\n'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on\nWhat the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, let's get it on\nWhat? What's takin' you so long? I got plans for the future\nTo bring back your head like Medusa\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nUh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\nIt's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together\nHow Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\nAnd dress like me and look like me\n\nAnd Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\nAskin' me for money, day in, day out\nAnd last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha\nShe planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n\nC'mon Shanice, I'm takin' you to my house in L. Conn.\nI wanna go with you, uhh, be quiet and we'll get along fine\nC'mon please, I wanna be just like you\n600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll babies\n\nCrazy baguettes in my barrettes and\nH-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock\nFuck Barney and Lamb chops, I don't love them hoes\nBut anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\n\nDiamonds on my toes, X-and-O's\nVersace hottie in designer clothes\nScoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys 'R 'Us\nMake 'em spend, they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus\n\nI'm the S the H the A the N the I the C the E\nBut all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\nWhat, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\nEver seen The Professional? Well, I can clean\n\nYou know what? I like you, little big person\nRule number one, no cursin'\nAnyway, what you know about that?\nYou too young for that, when I was your age\n\nI woulda got hung for that\nThen I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\nSo she could fill me in a little more about the plot\nNine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two\n\n\"Hello?\" Yo, what's the deal?\nWhy these bitches buggin' out\nI mean, what's this all about?\n\"See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy\n\nThey don't want you to win no more\nSoul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\nAnd I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more\nThe other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store\n\nI saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\"\nFor real? \"Yup, then I choked the bitch out\nAt least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet\nThrough her in my backseat\n\nThen I dumped her on a dead-end street\nThe other two? Yeah, they still linger\nBut don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em\nSo just pray I come home\n\nAnd when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\nWhoo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh, brother\nIt's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another\nHmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex\n\nAnd when she get vexed, you guess what happens next\n'Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu\nIs the reason why the story is to be continued\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Aunt Dot\n artist: Lil’ Kim; Lil' Shanice\n album: The Notorious KIM\n duration_ms: 326000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets\n Told me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\n Even though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\n Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\n\n What? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\n Like my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies\n I heard a knock at the door\n To my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes\n\n Who are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\n She called me by my government name, Kimberly\n Who sent you? My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\n She packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie\n\n Hmmph, she was cute and mad fly\n She had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\n Bavari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\n And I could see she was admiring my Minski suit\n Then she handed me the note, here, read this\n\n I just stared her up and down\n 'Cause I couldn't believe it, then I opened it\n It said, \"Bitches is out to get you\n Your so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz\"\n\n \"I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends\n They know where you live, so evacuate the crib\n And oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\n Since I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\"\n\n \"Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol\n And tomorrow is her first violin recital\n And she would be more than happy if you could take her\n Peace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n\n Damn, what went wrong?\n Can't we all just get along and make hit songs?\n Bitches all up in my ass like a thong\n If this was a show, y'all hoes would get 'Gonged'\n\n 'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on\n What the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, let's get it on\n What? What's takin' you so long? I got plans for the future\n To bring back your head like Medusa\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Uh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\n It's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together\n How Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\n And dress like me and look like me\n\n And Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\n Askin' me for money, day in, day out\n And last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha\n She planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n\n C'mon Shanice, I'm takin' you to my house in L. Conn.\n I wanna go with you, uhh, be quiet and we'll get along fine\n C'mon please, I wanna be just like you\n 600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll babies\n\n Crazy baguettes in my barrettes and\n H-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock\n Fuck Barney and Lamb chops, I don't love them hoes\n But anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\n\n Diamonds on my toes, X-and-O's\n Versace hottie in designer clothes\n Scoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys 'R 'Us\n Make 'em spend, they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus\n\n I'm the S the H the A the N the I the C the E\n But all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\n What, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\n Ever seen The Professional? Well, I can clean\n\n You know what? I like you, little big person\n Rule number one, no cursin'\n Anyway, what you know about that?\n You too young for that, when I was your age\n\n I woulda got hung for that\n Then I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\n So she could fill me in a little more about the plot\n Nine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two\n\n \"Hello?\" Yo, what's the deal?\n Why these bitches buggin' out\n I mean, what's this all about?\n \"See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy\n\n They don't want you to win no more\n Soul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\n And I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more\n The other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store\n\n I saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\"\n For real? \"Yup, then I choked the bitch out\n At least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet\n Through her in my backseat\n\n Then I dumped her on a dead-end street\n The other two? Yeah, they still linger\n But don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em\n So just pray I come home\n\n And when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\n Whoo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh, brother\n It's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another\n Hmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex\n\n And when she get vexed, you guess what happens next\n 'Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu\n Is the reason why the story is to be continued\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n"},{"id":1343507,"name":"Aunt Dot (f\u0000Lil' Shanice)","trackName":"Aunt Dot (f\u0000Lil' Shanice)","artistName":"Lil' Kim","albumName":"The Notorious KIM","duration":326.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets\nTold me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\nEven though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\nWack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\n\nWhat? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\nLike my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies\nI heard a knock at the door\nTo my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes\n\nWho are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\nShe called me by my government name, Kimberly\nWho sent you? My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\nShe packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie\n\nHmmph, she was cute and mad fly\nShe had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\nBavari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\nAnd I could see she was admiring my Minski suit\nThen she handed me the note, here, read this\n\nI just stared her up and down\n'Cause I couldn't believe it, then I opened it\nIt said, \"Bitches is out to get you\nYour so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz\"\n\n\"I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends\nThey know where you live, so evacuate the crib\nAnd oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\nSince I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\"\n\n\"Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol\nAnd tomorrow is her first violin recital\nAnd she would be more than happy if you could take her\nPeace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n\nDamn, what went wrong?\nCan't we all just get along and make hit songs?\nBitches all up in my ass like a thong\nIf this was a show, y'all hoes would get 'Gonged'\n\n'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on\nWhat the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, let's get it on\nWhat? What's takin' you so long? I got plans for the future\nTo bring back your head like Medusa\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nUh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\nIt's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together\nHow Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\nAnd dress like me and look like me\n\nAnd Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\nAskin' me for money, day in, day out\nAnd last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha\nShe planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n\nC'mon Shanice, I'm takin' you to my house in L. Conn.\nI wanna go with you, uhh, be quiet and we'll get along fine\nC'mon please, I wanna be just like you\n600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll babies\n\nCrazy baguettes in my barrettes and\nH-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock\nFuck Barney and Lamb chops, I don't love them hoes\nBut anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\n\nDiamonds on my toes, X-and-O's\nVersace hottie in designer clothes\nScoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys 'R 'Us\nMake 'em spend, they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus\n\nI'm the S the H the A the N the I the C the E\nBut all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\nWhat, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\nEver seen The Professional? Well, I can clean\n\nYou know what? I like you, little big person\nRule number one, no cursin'\nAnyway, what you know about that?\nYou too young for that, when I was your age\n\nI woulda got hung for that\nThen I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\nSo she could fill me in a little more about the plot\nNine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two\n\n\"Hello?\" Yo, what's the deal?\nWhy these bitches buggin' out\nI mean, what's this all about?\n\"See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy\n\nThey don't want you to win no more\nSoul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\nAnd I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more\nThe other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store\n\nI saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\"\nFor real? \"Yup, then I choked the bitch out\nAt least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet\nThrough her in my backseat\n\nThen I dumped her on a dead-end street\nThe other two? Yeah, they still linger\nBut don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em\nSo just pray I come home\n\nAnd when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\nWhoo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh, brother\nIt's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another\nHmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex\n\nAnd when she get vexed, you guess what happens next\n'Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu\nIs the reason why the story is to be continued\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all","syncedLyrics":"[00:24.11] My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets\n[00:27.52] Told me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\n[00:30.03] Even though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\n[00:32.79] Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\n[00:35.48] What? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\n[00:38.27] Like my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies\n[00:40.85] I heard a knock at the door\n[00:42.60] To my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes\n[00:45.23] Who are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\n[00:48.24] She called me by my government name, Kimberly\n[00:51.16] Who sent you? My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\n[00:54.89] She packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie\n[00:58.28] Hmmph, she was cute and mad fly\n[01:00.70] She had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\n[01:03.79] Bavari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\n[01:06.57] And I could see she was admiring my Minski suit\n[01:09.14] Then she handed me the note, here, read this\n[01:12.29] I just stared her up and down\n[01:13.69] 'Cause I couldn't believe it, then I opened it\n[01:16.03] It said, \"Bitches is out to get you\n[01:17.80] Your so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz\"\n[01:20.76] \"I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends\n[01:23.59] They know where you live, so evacuate the crib\n[01:26.37] And oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\n[01:28.89] Since I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\"\n[01:31.94] \"Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol\n[01:34.30] And tomorrow is her first violin recital\n[01:37.21] And she would be more than happy if you could take her\n[01:40.19] Peace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n[01:43.31] Damn, what went wrong?\n[01:46.02] Can't we all just get along and make hit songs?\n[01:48.90] Bitches all up in my ass like a thong\n[01:51.23] If this was a show, y'all hoes would get 'Gonged'\n[01:54.15] 'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on\n[01:57.10] What the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, let's get it on\n[01:59.72] What? What's takin' you so long? I got plans for the future\n[02:03.22] To bring back your head like Medusa\n[02:06.35] Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n[02:08.62] Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n[02:11.86] Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n[02:14.30] I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n[02:17.49] Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n[02:19.85] Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n[02:23.19] Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n[02:25.70] I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n[02:28.85] Uh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\n[02:31.34] It's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together\n[02:34.24] How Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\n[02:37.04] And dress like me and look like me\n[02:39.94] And Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\n[02:42.78] Askin' me for money, day in, day out\n[02:45.64] And last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha\n[02:48.41] She planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n[02:51.37] C'mon Shanice, I'm takin' you to my house in L. Conn.\n[02:53.92] I wanna go with you, uhh, be quiet and we'll get along fine\n[02:57.02] C'mon please, I wanna be just like you\n[02:59.84] 600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll babies\n[03:03.06] Crazy baguettes in my barrettes and\n[03:05.57] H-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock\n[03:08.29] Fuck Barney and Lamb chops, I don't love them hoes\n[03:11.18] But anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\n[03:13.92] Diamonds on my toes, X-and-O's\n[03:16.62] Versace hottie in designer clothes\n[03:19.58] Scoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys 'R 'Us\n[03:22.48] Make 'em spend, they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus\n[03:25.20] I'm the S the H the A the N the I the C the E\n[03:28.00] But all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\n[03:30.86] What, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\n[03:33.73] Ever seen The Professional? Well, I can clean\n[03:36.76] You know what? I like you, little big person\n[03:39.62] Rule number one, no cursin'\n[03:41.85] Anyway, what you know about that?\n[03:43.75] You too young for that, when I was your age\n[03:46.58] I woulda got hung for that\n[03:48.27] Then I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\n[03:50.96] So she could fill me in a little more about the plot\n[03:55.07] Nine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two\n[03:59.26] \"Hello?\" Yo, what's the deal?\n[04:01.62] Why these bitches buggin' out\n[04:03.41] I mean, what's this all about?\n[04:04.85] \"See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy\n[04:08.04] They don't want you to win no more\n[04:09.88] Soul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\n[04:12.65] And I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more\n[04:15.39] The other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store\n[04:18.13] I saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\"\n[04:21.08] For real? \"Yup, then I choked the bitch out\n[04:23.33] At least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet\n[04:26.18] Through her in my backseat\n[04:27.65] Then I dumped her on a dead-end street\n[04:29.54] The other two? Yeah, they still linger\n[04:32.07] But don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em\n[04:34.68] So just pray I come home\n[04:36.26] And when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\n[04:38.86] Whoo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh, brother\n[04:41.36] It's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another\n[04:44.65] Hmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex\n[04:47.46] And when she get vexed, you guess what happens next\n[04:50.42] 'Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu\n[04:53.09] Is the reason why the story is to be continued\n[04:56.33] Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n[04:58.75] Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n[05:01.85] Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n[05:04.38] I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n[05:07.53] Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n[05:10.02] Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n[05:13.25] Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n[05:15.70] I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n[05:23.38] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: \"Aunt Dot (f\\0Lil' Shanice)\"\n artist: Lil' Kim\n album: The Notorious KIM\n duration_ms: 326000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets\n start_ms: 24110\n end_ms: 27520\n- text: Told me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\n start_ms: 27520\n end_ms: 30030\n- text: Even though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\n start_ms: 30030\n end_ms: 32790\n- text: Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\n start_ms: 32790\n end_ms: 35480\n- text: What? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\n start_ms: 35480\n end_ms: 38270\n- text: Like my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies\n start_ms: 38270\n end_ms: 40850\n- text: I heard a knock at the door\n start_ms: 40850\n end_ms: 42600\n- text: To my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes\n start_ms: 42600\n end_ms: 45230\n- text: Who are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\n start_ms: 45230\n end_ms: 48240\n- text: She called me by my government name, Kimberly\n start_ms: 48240\n end_ms: 51160\n- text: Who sent you? My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\n start_ms: 51160\n end_ms: 54890\n- text: She packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie\n start_ms: 54890\n end_ms: 58280\n- text: Hmmph, she was cute and mad fly\n start_ms: 58280\n end_ms: 60700\n- text: She had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\n start_ms: 60700\n end_ms: 63790\n- text: Bavari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\n start_ms: 63790\n end_ms: 66570\n- text: And I could see she was admiring my Minski suit\n start_ms: 66570\n end_ms: 69140\n- text: Then she handed me the note, here, read this\n start_ms: 69140\n end_ms: 72290\n- text: I just stared her up and down\n start_ms: 72290\n end_ms: 73690\n- text: '''Cause I couldn''t believe it, then I opened it'\n start_ms: 73690\n end_ms: 76030\n- text: It said, \"Bitches is out to get you\n start_ms: 76030\n end_ms: 77800\n- text: Your so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz\"\n start_ms: 77800\n end_ms: 80760\n- text: '\"I''m on a mission now to do some harm to your friends'\n start_ms: 80760\n end_ms: 83590\n- text: They know where you live, so evacuate the crib\n start_ms: 83590\n end_ms: 86370\n- text: And oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\n start_ms: 86370\n end_ms: 88890\n- text: Since I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\"\n start_ms: 88890\n end_ms: 91940\n- text: '\"Besides, she looks up to you, you''re her idol'\n start_ms: 91940\n end_ms: 94300\n- text: And tomorrow is her first violin recital\n start_ms: 94300\n end_ms: 97210\n- text: And she would be more than happy if you could take her\n start_ms: 97210\n end_ms: 100190\n- text: Peace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n start_ms: 100190\n end_ms: 103310\n- text: Damn, what went wrong?\n start_ms: 103310\n end_ms: 106020\n- text: Can't we all just get along and make hit songs?\n start_ms: 106020\n end_ms: 108900\n- text: Bitches all up in my ass like a thong\n start_ms: 108900\n end_ms: 111230\n- text: If this was a show, y'all hoes would get 'Gonged'\n start_ms: 111230\n end_ms: 114150\n- text: '''Cause if it''s on, then it''s on, bring it on'\n start_ms: 114150\n end_ms: 117100\n- text: What the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, let's get it on\n start_ms: 117100\n end_ms: 119720\n- text: What? What's takin' you so long? I got plans for the future\n start_ms: 119720\n end_ms: 123220\n- text: To bring back your head like Medusa\n start_ms: 123220\n end_ms: 126350\n- text: Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n start_ms: 126350\n end_ms: 128620\n- text: Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n start_ms: 128620\n end_ms: 131860\n- text: Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n start_ms: 131860\n end_ms: 134300\n- text: I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n start_ms: 134300\n end_ms: 137490\n- text: Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n start_ms: 137490\n end_ms: 139850\n- text: Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n start_ms: 139850\n end_ms: 143190\n- text: Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n start_ms: 143190\n end_ms: 145700\n- text: I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n start_ms: 145700\n end_ms: 148850\n- text: Uh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\n start_ms: 148850\n end_ms: 151340\n- text: It's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together\n start_ms: 151340\n end_ms: 154240\n- text: How Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\n start_ms: 154240\n end_ms: 157040\n- text: And dress like me and look like me\n start_ms: 157040\n end_ms: 159940\n- text: And Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\n start_ms: 159940\n end_ms: 162780\n- text: Askin' me for money, day in, day out\n start_ms: 162780\n end_ms: 165640\n- text: And last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha\n start_ms: 165640\n end_ms: 168410\n- text: She planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n start_ms: 168410\n end_ms: 171370\n- text: C'mon Shanice, I'm takin' you to my house in L. Conn.\n start_ms: 171370\n end_ms: 173920\n- text: I wanna go with you, uhh, be quiet and we'll get along fine\n start_ms: 173920\n end_ms: 177020\n- text: C'mon please, I wanna be just like you\n start_ms: 177020\n end_ms: 179840\n- text: 600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll babies\n start_ms: 179840\n end_ms: 183060\n- text: Crazy baguettes in my barrettes and\n start_ms: 183060\n end_ms: 185570\n- text: H-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock\n start_ms: 185570\n end_ms: 188290\n- text: Fuck Barney and Lamb chops, I don't love them hoes\n start_ms: 188290\n end_ms: 191180\n- text: But anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\n start_ms: 191180\n end_ms: 193920\n- text: Diamonds on my toes, X-and-O's\n start_ms: 193920\n end_ms: 196620\n- text: Versace hottie in designer clothes\n start_ms: 196620\n end_ms: 199580\n- text: Scoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys 'R 'Us\n start_ms: 199580\n end_ms: 202480\n- text: Make 'em spend, they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus\n start_ms: 202480\n end_ms: 205200\n- text: I'm the S the H the A the N the I the C the E\n start_ms: 205200\n end_ms: 208000\n- text: But all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\n start_ms: 208000\n end_ms: 210860\n- text: What, what? 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I like you, little big person\n start_ms: 216760\n end_ms: 219620\n- text: Rule number one, no cursin'\n start_ms: 219620\n end_ms: 221850\n- text: Anyway, what you know about that?\n start_ms: 221850\n end_ms: 223750\n- text: You too young for that, when I was your age\n start_ms: 223750\n end_ms: 226580\n- text: I woulda got hung for that\n start_ms: 226580\n end_ms: 228270\n- text: Then I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\n start_ms: 228270\n end_ms: 230960\n- text: So she could fill me in a little more about the plot\n start_ms: 230960\n end_ms: 235070\n- text: Nine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two\n start_ms: 235070\n end_ms: 239260\n- text: '\"Hello?\" Yo, what''s the deal?'\n start_ms: 239260\n end_ms: 241620\n- text: Why these bitches buggin' out\n start_ms: 241620\n end_ms: 243410\n- text: I mean, what's this all about?\n start_ms: 243410\n end_ms: 244850\n- text: '\"See it''s sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy'\n start_ms: 244850\n end_ms: 248040\n- text: They don't want you to win no more\n start_ms: 248040\n end_ms: 249880\n- text: Soul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\n start_ms: 249880\n end_ms: 252650\n- text: And I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more\n start_ms: 252650\n end_ms: 255390\n- text: The other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store\n start_ms: 255390\n end_ms: 258130\n- text: I saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\"\n start_ms: 258130\n end_ms: 261080\n- text: For real? \"Yup, then I choked the bitch out\n start_ms: 261080\n end_ms: 263330\n- text: At least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet\n start_ms: 263330\n end_ms: 266180\n- text: Through her in my backseat\n start_ms: 266180\n end_ms: 267650\n- text: Then I dumped her on a dead-end street\n start_ms: 267650\n end_ms: 269540\n- text: The other two? Yeah, they still linger\n start_ms: 269540\n end_ms: 272070\n- text: But don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em\n start_ms: 272070\n end_ms: 274680\n- text: So just pray I come home\n start_ms: 274680\n end_ms: 276260\n- text: And when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\n start_ms: 276260\n end_ms: 278860\n- text: Whoo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh, brother\n start_ms: 278860\n end_ms: 281360\n- text: It's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another\n start_ms: 281360\n end_ms: 284650\n- text: Hmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex\n start_ms: 284650\n end_ms: 287460\n- text: And when she get vexed, you guess what happens next\n start_ms: 287460\n end_ms: 290420\n- text: '''Cause them other two girls, that''s still on the menu'\n start_ms: 290420\n end_ms: 293090\n- text: Is the reason why the story is to be continued\n start_ms: 293090\n end_ms: 296330\n- text: Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n start_ms: 296330\n end_ms: 298750\n- text: Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n start_ms: 298750\n end_ms: 301850\n- text: Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n start_ms: 301850\n end_ms: 304380\n- text: I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n start_ms: 304380\n end_ms: 307530\n- text: Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n start_ms: 307530\n end_ms: 310020\n- text: Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n start_ms: 310020\n end_ms: 313250\n- text: Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n start_ms: 313250\n end_ms: 315700\n- text: I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n start_ms: 315700\n end_ms: 323380\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 323380\nplain: |-\n My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets\n Told me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\n Even though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\n Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\n\n What? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\n Like my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies\n I heard a knock at the door\n To my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes\n\n Who are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\n She called me by my government name, Kimberly\n Who sent you? My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\n She packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie\n\n Hmmph, she was cute and mad fly\n She had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\n Bavari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\n And I could see she was admiring my Minski suit\n Then she handed me the note, here, read this\n\n I just stared her up and down\n 'Cause I couldn't believe it, then I opened it\n It said, \"Bitches is out to get you\n Your so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz\"\n\n \"I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends\n They know where you live, so evacuate the crib\n And oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\n Since I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\"\n\n \"Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol\n And tomorrow is her first violin recital\n And she would be more than happy if you could take her\n Peace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n\n Damn, what went wrong?\n Can't we all just get along and make hit songs?\n Bitches all up in my ass like a thong\n If this was a show, y'all hoes would get 'Gonged'\n\n 'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on\n What the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, let's get it on\n What? What's takin' you so long? I got plans for the future\n To bring back your head like Medusa\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Uh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\n It's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together\n How Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\n And dress like me and look like me\n\n And Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\n Askin' me for money, day in, day out\n And last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha\n She planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n\n C'mon Shanice, I'm takin' you to my house in L. Conn.\n I wanna go with you, uhh, be quiet and we'll get along fine\n C'mon please, I wanna be just like you\n 600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll babies\n\n Crazy baguettes in my barrettes and\n H-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock\n Fuck Barney and Lamb chops, I don't love them hoes\n But anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\n\n Diamonds on my toes, X-and-O's\n Versace hottie in designer clothes\n Scoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys 'R 'Us\n Make 'em spend, they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus\n\n I'm the S the H the A the N the I the C the E\n But all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\n What, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\n Ever seen The Professional? Well, I can clean\n\n You know what? I like you, little big person\n Rule number one, no cursin'\n Anyway, what you know about that?\n You too young for that, when I was your age\n\n I woulda got hung for that\n Then I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\n So she could fill me in a little more about the plot\n Nine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two\n\n \"Hello?\" Yo, what's the deal?\n Why these bitches buggin' out\n I mean, what's this all about?\n \"See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy\n\n They don't want you to win no more\n Soul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\n And I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more\n The other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store\n\n I saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\"\n For real? \"Yup, then I choked the bitch out\n At least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet\n Through her in my backseat\n\n Then I dumped her on a dead-end street\n The other two? Yeah, they still linger\n But don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em\n So just pray I come home\n\n And when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\n Whoo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh, brother\n It's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another\n Hmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex\n\n And when she get vexed, you guess what happens next\n 'Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu\n Is the reason why the story is to be continued\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n"},{"id":16425207,"name":"Aunt Dot feat. Lil' Shanice","trackName":"Aunt Dot feat. Lil' Shanice","artistName":"Lil’ Kim","albumName":"The Notorious KIM","duration":325.773333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets\nTold me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\nEven though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\nWack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\n\nWhat? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\nLike my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies\nI heard a knock at the door\nTo my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes\n\nWho are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\nShe called me by my government name, Kimberly\nWho sent you? My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\nShe packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie\n\nHmmph, she was cute and mad fly\nShe had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\nBavari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\nAnd I could see she was admiring my Minski suit\nThen she handed me the note, here, read this\n\nI just stared her up and down\n'Cause I couldn't believe it, then I opened it\nIt said, \"Bitches is out to get you\nYour so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz\"\n\n\"I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends\nThey know where you live, so evacuate the crib\nAnd oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\nSince I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\"\n\n\"Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol\nAnd tomorrow is her first violin recital\nAnd she would be more than happy if you could take her\nPeace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n\nDamn, what went wrong?\nCan't we all just get along and make hit songs?\nBitches all up in my ass like a thong\nIf this was a show, y'all hoes would get 'Gonged'\n\n'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on\nWhat the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, let's get it on\nWhat? What's takin' you so long? I got plans for the future\nTo bring back your head like Medusa\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nUh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\nIt's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together\nHow Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\nAnd dress like me and look like me\n\nAnd Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\nAskin' me for money, day in, day out\nAnd last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha\nShe planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n\nC'mon Shanice, I'm takin' you to my house in L. Conn.\nI wanna go with you, uhh, be quiet and we'll get along fine\nC'mon please, I wanna be just like you\n600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll babies\n\nCrazy baguettes in my barrettes and\nH-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock\nFuck Barney and Lamb chops, I don't love them hoes\nBut anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\n\nDiamonds on my toes, X-and-O's\nVersace hottie in designer clothes\nScoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys 'R 'Us\nMake 'em spend, they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus\n\nI'm the S the H the A the N the I the C the E\nBut all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\nWhat, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\nEver seen The Professional? Well, I can clean\n\nYou know what? I like you, little big person\nRule number one, no cursin'\nAnyway, what you know about that?\nYou too young for that, when I was your age\n\nI woulda got hung for that\nThen I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\nSo she could fill me in a little more about the plot\nNine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two\n\n\"Hello?\" Yo, what's the deal?\nWhy these bitches buggin' out\nI mean, what's this all about?\n\"See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy\n\nThey don't want you to win no more\nSoul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\nAnd I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more\nThe other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store\n\nI saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\"\nFor real? \"Yup, then I choked the bitch out\nAt least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet\nThrough her in my backseat\n\nThen I dumped her on a dead-end street\nThe other two? Yeah, they still linger\nBut don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em\nSo just pray I come home\n\nAnd when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\nWhoo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh, brother\nIt's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another\nHmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex\n\nAnd when she get vexed, you guess what happens next\n'Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu\nIs the reason why the story is to be continued\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Aunt Dot feat. Lil' Shanice\n artist: Lil’ Kim\n album: The Notorious KIM\n duration_ms: 325773\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets\n Told me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\n Even though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\n Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\n\n What? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\n Like my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies\n I heard a knock at the door\n To my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes\n\n Who are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\n She called me by my government name, Kimberly\n Who sent you? My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\n She packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie\n\n Hmmph, she was cute and mad fly\n She had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\n Bavari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\n And I could see she was admiring my Minski suit\n Then she handed me the note, here, read this\n\n I just stared her up and down\n 'Cause I couldn't believe it, then I opened it\n It said, \"Bitches is out to get you\n Your so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz\"\n\n \"I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends\n They know where you live, so evacuate the crib\n And oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\n Since I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\"\n\n \"Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol\n And tomorrow is her first violin recital\n And she would be more than happy if you could take her\n Peace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n\n Damn, what went wrong?\n Can't we all just get along and make hit songs?\n Bitches all up in my ass like a thong\n If this was a show, y'all hoes would get 'Gonged'\n\n 'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on\n What the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, let's get it on\n What? What's takin' you so long? I got plans for the future\n To bring back your head like Medusa\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Uh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\n It's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together\n How Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\n And dress like me and look like me\n\n And Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\n Askin' me for money, day in, day out\n And last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha\n She planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n\n C'mon Shanice, I'm takin' you to my house in L. Conn.\n I wanna go with you, uhh, be quiet and we'll get along fine\n C'mon please, I wanna be just like you\n 600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll babies\n\n Crazy baguettes in my barrettes and\n H-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock\n Fuck Barney and Lamb chops, I don't love them hoes\n But anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\n\n Diamonds on my toes, X-and-O's\n Versace hottie in designer clothes\n Scoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys 'R 'Us\n Make 'em spend, they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus\n\n I'm the S the H the A the N the I the C the E\n But all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\n What, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\n Ever seen The Professional? Well, I can clean\n\n You know what? I like you, little big person\n Rule number one, no cursin'\n Anyway, what you know about that?\n You too young for that, when I was your age\n\n I woulda got hung for that\n Then I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\n So she could fill me in a little more about the plot\n Nine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two\n\n \"Hello?\" Yo, what's the deal?\n Why these bitches buggin' out\n I mean, what's this all about?\n \"See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy\n\n They don't want you to win no more\n Soul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\n And I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more\n The other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store\n\n I saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\"\n For real? \"Yup, then I choked the bitch out\n At least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet\n Through her in my backseat\n\n Then I dumped her on a dead-end street\n The other two? Yeah, they still linger\n But don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em\n So just pray I come home\n\n And when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\n Whoo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh, brother\n It's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another\n Hmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex\n\n And when she get vexed, you guess what happens next\n 'Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu\n Is the reason why the story is to be continued\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n"},{"id":24511164,"name":"Aunt Dot feat. Lil' Shanice","trackName":"Aunt Dot feat. Lil' Shanice","artistName":"Lil' Kim","albumName":"The Notorius KIM","duration":325.903673,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets\nTold me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\nEven though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\nWack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\n\nWhat? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\nLike my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies\nI heard a knock at the door\nTo my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes\n\nWho are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\nShe called me by my government name, Kimberly\nWho sent you? My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\nShe packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie\n\nHmmph, she was cute and mad fly\nShe had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\nBavari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\nAnd I could see she was admiring my Minski suit\nThen she handed me the note, here, read this\n\nI just stared her up and down\n'Cause I couldn't believe it, then I opened it\nIt said, \"Bitches is out to get you\nYour so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz\"\n\n\"I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends\nThey know where you live, so evacuate the crib\nAnd oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\nSince I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\"\n\n\"Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol\nAnd tomorrow is her first violin recital\nAnd she would be more than happy if you could take her\nPeace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n\nDamn, what went wrong?\nCan't we all just get along and make hit songs?\nBitches all up in my ass like a thong\nIf this was a show, y'all hoes would get 'Gonged'\n\n'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on\nWhat the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, let's get it on\nWhat? What's takin' you so long? I got plans for the future\nTo bring back your head like Medusa\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nUh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\nIt's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together\nHow Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\nAnd dress like me and look like me\n\nAnd Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\nAskin' me for money, day in, day out\nAnd last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha\nShe planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n\nC'mon Shanice, I'm takin' you to my house in L. Conn.\nI wanna go with you, uhh, be quiet and we'll get along fine\nC'mon please, I wanna be just like you\n600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll babies\n\nCrazy baguettes in my barrettes and\nH-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock\nFuck Barney and Lamb chops, I don't love them hoes\nBut anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\n\nDiamonds on my toes, X-and-O's\nVersace hottie in designer clothes\nScoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys 'R 'Us\nMake 'em spend, they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus\n\nI'm the S the H the A the N the I the C the E\nBut all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\nWhat, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\nEver seen The Professional? Well, I can clean\n\nYou know what? I like you, little big person\nRule number one, no cursin'\nAnyway, what you know about that?\nYou too young for that, when I was your age\n\nI woulda got hung for that\nThen I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\nSo she could fill me in a little more about the plot\nNine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two\n\n\"Hello?\" Yo, what's the deal?\nWhy these bitches buggin' out\nI mean, what's this all about?\n\"See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy\n\nThey don't want you to win no more\nSoul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\nAnd I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more\nThe other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store\n\nI saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\"\nFor real? \"Yup, then I choked the bitch out\nAt least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet\nThrough her in my backseat\n\nThen I dumped her on a dead-end street\nThe other two? Yeah, they still linger\nBut don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em\nSo just pray I come home\n\nAnd when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\nWhoo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh, brother\nIt's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another\nHmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex\n\nAnd when she get vexed, you guess what happens next\n'Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu\nIs the reason why the story is to be continued\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Aunt Dot feat. Lil' Shanice\n artist: Lil' Kim\n album: The Notorius KIM\n duration_ms: 325904\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets\n Told me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\n Even though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\n Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\n\n What? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\n Like my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies\n I heard a knock at the door\n To my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes\n\n Who are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\n She called me by my government name, Kimberly\n Who sent you? My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\n She packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie\n\n Hmmph, she was cute and mad fly\n She had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\n Bavari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\n And I could see she was admiring my Minski suit\n Then she handed me the note, here, read this\n\n I just stared her up and down\n 'Cause I couldn't believe it, then I opened it\n It said, \"Bitches is out to get you\n Your so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz\"\n\n \"I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends\n They know where you live, so evacuate the crib\n And oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\n Since I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\"\n\n \"Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol\n And tomorrow is her first violin recital\n And she would be more than happy if you could take her\n Peace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n\n Damn, what went wrong?\n Can't we all just get along and make hit songs?\n Bitches all up in my ass like a thong\n If this was a show, y'all hoes would get 'Gonged'\n\n 'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on\n What the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, let's get it on\n What? What's takin' you so long? I got plans for the future\n To bring back your head like Medusa\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Uh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\n It's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together\n How Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\n And dress like me and look like me\n\n And Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\n Askin' me for money, day in, day out\n And last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha\n She planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n\n C'mon Shanice, I'm takin' you to my house in L. Conn.\n I wanna go with you, uhh, be quiet and we'll get along fine\n C'mon please, I wanna be just like you\n 600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll babies\n\n Crazy baguettes in my barrettes and\n H-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock\n Fuck Barney and Lamb chops, I don't love them hoes\n But anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\n\n Diamonds on my toes, X-and-O's\n Versace hottie in designer clothes\n Scoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys 'R 'Us\n Make 'em spend, they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus\n\n I'm the S the H the A the N the I the C the E\n But all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\n What, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\n Ever seen The Professional? Well, I can clean\n\n You know what? I like you, little big person\n Rule number one, no cursin'\n Anyway, what you know about that?\n You too young for that, when I was your age\n\n I woulda got hung for that\n Then I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\n So she could fill me in a little more about the plot\n Nine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two\n\n \"Hello?\" Yo, what's the deal?\n Why these bitches buggin' out\n I mean, what's this all about?\n \"See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy\n\n They don't want you to win no more\n Soul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\n And I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more\n The other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store\n\n I saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\"\n For real? \"Yup, then I choked the bitch out\n At least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet\n Through her in my backseat\n\n Then I dumped her on a dead-end street\n The other two? Yeah, they still linger\n But don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em\n So just pray I come home\n\n And when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\n Whoo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh, brother\n It's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another\n Hmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex\n\n And when she get vexed, you guess what happens next\n 'Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu\n Is the reason why the story is to be continued\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n"},{"id":13240652,"name":"aunt dot (ft. lil' shanice)","trackName":"aunt dot (ft. lil' shanice)","artistName":"Lil' Kim","albumName":"The Notorious KIM","duration":325.825306,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets\nTold me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\nEven though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\nWack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\n\nWhat? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\nLike my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies\nI heard a knock at the door\nTo my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes\n\nWho are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\nShe called me by my government name, Kimberly\nWho sent you? My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\nShe packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie\n\nHmmph, she was cute and mad fly\nShe had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\nBavari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\nAnd I could see she was admiring my Minski suit\nThen she handed me the note, here, read this\n\nI just stared her up and down\n'Cause I couldn't believe it, then I opened it\nIt said, \"Bitches is out to get you\nYour so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz\"\n\n\"I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends\nThey know where you live, so evacuate the crib\nAnd oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\nSince I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\"\n\n\"Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol\nAnd tomorrow is her first violin recital\nAnd she would be more than happy if you could take her\nPeace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n\nDamn, what went wrong?\nCan't we all just get along and make hit songs?\nBitches all up in my ass like a thong\nIf this was a show, y'all hoes would get 'Gonged'\n\n'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on\nWhat the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, let's get it on\nWhat? What's takin' you so long? I got plans for the future\nTo bring back your head like Medusa\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nUh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\nIt's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together\nHow Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\nAnd dress like me and look like me\n\nAnd Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\nAskin' me for money, day in, day out\nAnd last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha\nShe planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n\nC'mon Shanice, I'm takin' you to my house in L. Conn.\nI wanna go with you, uhh, be quiet and we'll get along fine\nC'mon please, I wanna be just like you\n600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll babies\n\nCrazy baguettes in my barrettes and\nH-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock\nFuck Barney and Lamb chops, I don't love them hoes\nBut anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\n\nDiamonds on my toes, X-and-O's\nVersace hottie in designer clothes\nScoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys 'R 'Us\nMake 'em spend, they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus\n\nI'm the S the H the A the N the I the C the E\nBut all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\nWhat, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\nEver seen The Professional? Well, I can clean\n\nYou know what? I like you, little big person\nRule number one, no cursin'\nAnyway, what you know about that?\nYou too young for that, when I was your age\n\nI woulda got hung for that\nThen I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\nSo she could fill me in a little more about the plot\nNine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two\n\n\"Hello?\" Yo, what's the deal?\nWhy these bitches buggin' out\nI mean, what's this all about?\n\"See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy\n\nThey don't want you to win no more\nSoul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\nAnd I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more\nThe other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store\n\nI saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\"\nFor real? \"Yup, then I choked the bitch out\nAt least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet\nThrough her in my backseat\n\nThen I dumped her on a dead-end street\nThe other two? Yeah, they still linger\nBut don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em\nSo just pray I come home\n\nAnd when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\nWhoo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh, brother\nIt's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another\nHmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex\n\nAnd when she get vexed, you guess what happens next\n'Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu\nIs the reason why the story is to be continued\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: aunt dot (ft. lil' shanice)\n artist: Lil' Kim\n album: The Notorious KIM\n duration_ms: 325825\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets\n Told me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\n Even though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\n Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\n\n What? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\n Like my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies\n I heard a knock at the door\n To my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes\n\n Who are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\n She called me by my government name, Kimberly\n Who sent you? My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\n She packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie\n\n Hmmph, she was cute and mad fly\n She had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\n Bavari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\n And I could see she was admiring my Minski suit\n Then she handed me the note, here, read this\n\n I just stared her up and down\n 'Cause I couldn't believe it, then I opened it\n It said, \"Bitches is out to get you\n Your so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz\"\n\n \"I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends\n They know where you live, so evacuate the crib\n And oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\n Since I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\"\n\n \"Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol\n And tomorrow is her first violin recital\n And she would be more than happy if you could take her\n Peace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n\n Damn, what went wrong?\n Can't we all just get along and make hit songs?\n Bitches all up in my ass like a thong\n If this was a show, y'all hoes would get 'Gonged'\n\n 'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on\n What the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, let's get it on\n What? What's takin' you so long? I got plans for the future\n To bring back your head like Medusa\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Uh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\n It's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together\n How Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\n And dress like me and look like me\n\n And Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\n Askin' me for money, day in, day out\n And last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha\n She planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n\n C'mon Shanice, I'm takin' you to my house in L. Conn.\n I wanna go with you, uhh, be quiet and we'll get along fine\n C'mon please, I wanna be just like you\n 600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll babies\n\n Crazy baguettes in my barrettes and\n H-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock\n Fuck Barney and Lamb chops, I don't love them hoes\n But anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\n\n Diamonds on my toes, X-and-O's\n Versace hottie in designer clothes\n Scoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys 'R 'Us\n Make 'em spend, they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus\n\n I'm the S the H the A the N the I the C the E\n But all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\n What, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\n Ever seen The Professional? Well, I can clean\n\n You know what? I like you, little big person\n Rule number one, no cursin'\n Anyway, what you know about that?\n You too young for that, when I was your age\n\n I woulda got hung for that\n Then I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\n So she could fill me in a little more about the plot\n Nine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two\n\n \"Hello?\" Yo, what's the deal?\n Why these bitches buggin' out\n I mean, what's this all about?\n \"See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy\n\n They don't want you to win no more\n Soul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\n And I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more\n The other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store\n\n I saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\"\n For real? \"Yup, then I choked the bitch out\n At least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet\n Through her in my backseat\n\n Then I dumped her on a dead-end street\n The other two? Yeah, they still linger\n But don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em\n So just pray I come home\n\n And when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\n Whoo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh, brother\n It's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another\n Hmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex\n\n And when she get vexed, you guess what happens next\n 'Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu\n Is the reason why the story is to be continued\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n"},{"id":9698221,"name":"Aunt Dot","trackName":"Aunt Dot","artistName":"Lil’ Kim feat. Lil' Shanice","albumName":"The Notorious KIM","duration":326.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets\nTold me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\nEven though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\nWack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\n\nWhat? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\nLike my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies\nI heard a knock at the door\nTo my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes\n\nWho are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\nShe called me by my government name, Kimberly\nWho sent you? My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\nShe packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie\n\nHmmph, she was cute and mad fly\nShe had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\nBavari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\nAnd I could see she was admiring my Minski suit\nThen she handed me the note, here, read this\n\nI just stared her up and down\n'Cause I couldn't believe it, then I opened it\nIt said, \"Bitches is out to get you\nYour so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz\"\n\n\"I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends\nThey know where you live, so evacuate the crib\nAnd oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\nSince I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\"\n\n\"Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol\nAnd tomorrow is her first violin recital\nAnd she would be more than happy if you could take her\nPeace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n\nDamn, what went wrong?\nCan't we all just get along and make hit songs?\nBitches all up in my ass like a thong\nIf this was a show, y'all hoes would get 'Gonged'\n\n'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on\nWhat the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, let's get it on\nWhat? What's takin' you so long? I got plans for the future\nTo bring back your head like Medusa\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nUh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\nIt's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together\nHow Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\nAnd dress like me and look like me\n\nAnd Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\nAskin' me for money, day in, day out\nAnd last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha\nShe planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n\nC'mon Shanice, I'm takin' you to my house in L. Conn.\nI wanna go with you, uhh, be quiet and we'll get along fine\nC'mon please, I wanna be just like you\n600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll babies\n\nCrazy baguettes in my barrettes and\nH-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock\nFuck Barney and Lamb chops, I don't love them hoes\nBut anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\n\nDiamonds on my toes, X-and-O's\nVersace hottie in designer clothes\nScoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys 'R 'Us\nMake 'em spend, they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus\n\nI'm the S the H the A the N the I the C the E\nBut all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\nWhat, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\nEver seen The Professional? Well, I can clean\n\nYou know what? I like you, little big person\nRule number one, no cursin'\nAnyway, what you know about that?\nYou too young for that, when I was your age\n\nI woulda got hung for that\nThen I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\nSo she could fill me in a little more about the plot\nNine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two\n\n\"Hello?\" Yo, what's the deal?\nWhy these bitches buggin' out\nI mean, what's this all about?\n\"See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy\n\nThey don't want you to win no more\nSoul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\nAnd I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more\nThe other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store\n\nI saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\"\nFor real? \"Yup, then I choked the bitch out\nAt least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet\nThrough her in my backseat\n\nThen I dumped her on a dead-end street\nThe other two? Yeah, they still linger\nBut don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em\nSo just pray I come home\n\nAnd when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\nWhoo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh, brother\nIt's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another\nHmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex\n\nAnd when she get vexed, you guess what happens next\n'Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu\nIs the reason why the story is to be continued\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Aunt Dot\n artist: Lil’ Kim feat. Lil' Shanice\n album: The Notorious KIM\n duration_ms: 326000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets\n Told me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\n Even though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\n Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\n\n What? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\n Like my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies\n I heard a knock at the door\n To my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes\n\n Who are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\n She called me by my government name, Kimberly\n Who sent you? My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\n She packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie\n\n Hmmph, she was cute and mad fly\n She had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\n Bavari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\n And I could see she was admiring my Minski suit\n Then she handed me the note, here, read this\n\n I just stared her up and down\n 'Cause I couldn't believe it, then I opened it\n It said, \"Bitches is out to get you\n Your so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz\"\n\n \"I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends\n They know where you live, so evacuate the crib\n And oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\n Since I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\"\n\n \"Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol\n And tomorrow is her first violin recital\n And she would be more than happy if you could take her\n Peace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n\n Damn, what went wrong?\n Can't we all just get along and make hit songs?\n Bitches all up in my ass like a thong\n If this was a show, y'all hoes would get 'Gonged'\n\n 'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on\n What the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, let's get it on\n What? What's takin' you so long? I got plans for the future\n To bring back your head like Medusa\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Uh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\n It's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together\n How Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\n And dress like me and look like me\n\n And Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\n Askin' me for money, day in, day out\n And last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha\n She planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n\n C'mon Shanice, I'm takin' you to my house in L. Conn.\n I wanna go with you, uhh, be quiet and we'll get along fine\n C'mon please, I wanna be just like you\n 600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll babies\n\n Crazy baguettes in my barrettes and\n H-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock\n Fuck Barney and Lamb chops, I don't love them hoes\n But anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\n\n Diamonds on my toes, X-and-O's\n Versace hottie in designer clothes\n Scoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys 'R 'Us\n Make 'em spend, they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus\n\n I'm the S the H the A the N the I the C the E\n But all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\n What, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\n Ever seen The Professional? Well, I can clean\n\n You know what? I like you, little big person\n Rule number one, no cursin'\n Anyway, what you know about that?\n You too young for that, when I was your age\n\n I woulda got hung for that\n Then I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\n So she could fill me in a little more about the plot\n Nine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two\n\n \"Hello?\" Yo, what's the deal?\n Why these bitches buggin' out\n I mean, what's this all about?\n \"See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy\n\n They don't want you to win no more\n Soul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\n And I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more\n The other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store\n\n I saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\"\n For real? \"Yup, then I choked the bitch out\n At least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet\n Through her in my backseat\n\n Then I dumped her on a dead-end street\n The other two? Yeah, they still linger\n But don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em\n So just pray I come home\n\n And when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\n Whoo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh, brother\n It's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another\n Hmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex\n\n And when she get vexed, you guess what happens next\n 'Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu\n Is the reason why the story is to be continued\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n"},{"id":3196206,"name":"Aunt Dot","trackName":"Aunt Dot","artistName":"Lil' Kim","albumName":"The Notorious K.I.M.","duration":326.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets\nTold me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\nEven though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\nWack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\n\nWhat? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\nLike my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies\nI heard a knock at the door\nTo my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes\n\nWho are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\nShe called me by my government name, Kimberly\nWho sent you? My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\nShe packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie\n\nHmmph, she was cute and mad fly\nShe had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\nBavari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\nAnd I could see she was admiring my Minski suit\nThen she handed me the note, here, read this\n\nI just stared her up and down\n'Cause I couldn't believe it, then I opened it\nIt said, \"Bitches is out to get you\nYour so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz\"\n\n\"I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends\nThey know where you live, so evacuate the crib\nAnd oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\nSince I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\"\n\n\"Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol\nAnd tomorrow is her first violin recital\nAnd she would be more than happy if you could take her\nPeace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n\nDamn, what went wrong?\nCan't we all just get along and make hit songs?\nBitches all up in my ass like a thong\nIf this was a show, y'all hoes would get 'Gonged'\n\n'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on\nWhat the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, let's get it on\nWhat? What's takin' you so long? I got plans for the future\nTo bring back your head like Medusa\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nUh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\nIt's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together\nHow Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\nAnd dress like me and look like me\n\nAnd Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\nAskin' me for money, day in, day out\nAnd last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha\nShe planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n\nC'mon Shanice, I'm takin' you to my house in L. Conn.\nI wanna go with you, uhh, be quiet and we'll get along fine\nC'mon please, I wanna be just like you\n600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll babies\n\nCrazy baguettes in my barrettes and\nH-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock\nFuck Barney and Lamb chops, I don't love them hoes\nBut anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\n\nDiamonds on my toes, X-and-O's\nVersace hottie in designer clothes\nScoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys 'R 'Us\nMake 'em spend, they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus\n\nI'm the S the H the A the N the I the C the E\nBut all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\nWhat, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\nEver seen The Professional? Well, I can clean\n\nYou know what? I like you, little big person\nRule number one, no cursin'\nAnyway, what you know about that?\nYou too young for that, when I was your age\n\nI woulda got hung for that\nThen I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\nSo she could fill me in a little more about the plot\nNine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two\n\n\"Hello?\" Yo, what's the deal?\nWhy these bitches buggin' out\nI mean, what's this all about?\n\"See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy\n\nThey don't want you to win no more\nSoul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\nAnd I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more\nThe other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store\n\nI saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\"\nFor real? \"Yup, then I choked the bitch out\nAt least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet\nThrough her in my backseat\n\nThen I dumped her on a dead-end street\nThe other two? Yeah, they still linger\nBut don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em\nSo just pray I come home\n\nAnd when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\nWhoo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh, brother\nIt's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another\nHmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex\n\nAnd when she get vexed, you guess what happens next\n'Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu\nIs the reason why the story is to be continued\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Aunt Dot\n artist: Lil' Kim\n album: The Notorious K.I.M.\n duration_ms: 326000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets\n Told me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\n Even though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\n Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\n\n What? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\n Like my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies\n I heard a knock at the door\n To my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes\n\n Who are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\n She called me by my government name, Kimberly\n Who sent you? My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\n She packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie\n\n Hmmph, she was cute and mad fly\n She had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\n Bavari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\n And I could see she was admiring my Minski suit\n Then she handed me the note, here, read this\n\n I just stared her up and down\n 'Cause I couldn't believe it, then I opened it\n It said, \"Bitches is out to get you\n Your so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz\"\n\n \"I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends\n They know where you live, so evacuate the crib\n And oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\n Since I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\"\n\n \"Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol\n And tomorrow is her first violin recital\n And she would be more than happy if you could take her\n Peace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n\n Damn, what went wrong?\n Can't we all just get along and make hit songs?\n Bitches all up in my ass like a thong\n If this was a show, y'all hoes would get 'Gonged'\n\n 'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on\n What the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, let's get it on\n What? What's takin' you so long? I got plans for the future\n To bring back your head like Medusa\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Uh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\n It's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together\n How Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\n And dress like me and look like me\n\n And Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\n Askin' me for money, day in, day out\n And last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha\n She planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n\n C'mon Shanice, I'm takin' you to my house in L. Conn.\n I wanna go with you, uhh, be quiet and we'll get along fine\n C'mon please, I wanna be just like you\n 600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll babies\n\n Crazy baguettes in my barrettes and\n H-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock\n Fuck Barney and Lamb chops, I don't love them hoes\n But anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\n\n Diamonds on my toes, X-and-O's\n Versace hottie in designer clothes\n Scoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys 'R 'Us\n Make 'em spend, they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus\n\n I'm the S the H the A the N the I the C the E\n But all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\n What, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\n Ever seen The Professional? Well, I can clean\n\n You know what? I like you, little big person\n Rule number one, no cursin'\n Anyway, what you know about that?\n You too young for that, when I was your age\n\n I woulda got hung for that\n Then I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\n So she could fill me in a little more about the plot\n Nine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two\n\n \"Hello?\" Yo, what's the deal?\n Why these bitches buggin' out\n I mean, what's this all about?\n \"See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy\n\n They don't want you to win no more\n Soul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\n And I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more\n The other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store\n\n I saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\"\n For real? \"Yup, then I choked the bitch out\n At least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet\n Through her in my backseat\n\n Then I dumped her on a dead-end street\n The other two? Yeah, they still linger\n But don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em\n So just pray I come home\n\n And when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\n Whoo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh, brother\n It's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another\n Hmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex\n\n And when she get vexed, you guess what happens next\n 'Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu\n Is the reason why the story is to be continued\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n"},{"id":21308676,"name":"Aunt Dot","trackName":"Aunt Dot","artistName":"Lil Kim","albumName":"Notorious K.I.M. (2000)","duration":325.825306,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets\nTold me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\nEven though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\nWack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\n\nWhat? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\nLike my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies\nI heard a knock at the door\nTo my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes\n\nWho are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\nShe called me by my government name, Kimberly\nWho sent you? My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\nShe packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie\n\nHmmph, she was cute and mad fly\nShe had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\nBavari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\nAnd I could see she was admiring my Minski suit\nThen she handed me the note, here, read this\n\nI just stared her up and down\n'Cause I couldn't believe it, then I opened it\nIt said, \"Bitches is out to get you\nYour so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz\"\n\n\"I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends\nThey know where you live, so evacuate the crib\nAnd oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\nSince I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\"\n\n\"Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol\nAnd tomorrow is her first violin recital\nAnd she would be more than happy if you could take her\nPeace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n\nDamn, what went wrong?\nCan't we all just get along and make hit songs?\nBitches all up in my ass like a thong\nIf this was a show, y'all hoes would get 'Gonged'\n\n'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on\nWhat the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, let's get it on\nWhat? What's takin' you so long? I got plans for the future\nTo bring back your head like Medusa\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nUh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\nIt's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together\nHow Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\nAnd dress like me and look like me\n\nAnd Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\nAskin' me for money, day in, day out\nAnd last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha\nShe planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n\nC'mon Shanice, I'm takin' you to my house in L. Conn.\nI wanna go with you, uhh, be quiet and we'll get along fine\nC'mon please, I wanna be just like you\n600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll babies\n\nCrazy baguettes in my barrettes and\nH-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock\nFuck Barney and Lamb chops, I don't love them hoes\nBut anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\n\nDiamonds on my toes, X-and-O's\nVersace hottie in designer clothes\nScoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys 'R 'Us\nMake 'em spend, they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus\n\nI'm the S the H the A the N the I the C the E\nBut all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\nWhat, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\nEver seen The Professional? Well, I can clean\n\nYou know what? I like you, little big person\nRule number one, no cursin'\nAnyway, what you know about that?\nYou too young for that, when I was your age\n\nI woulda got hung for that\nThen I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\nSo she could fill me in a little more about the plot\nNine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two\n\n\"Hello?\" Yo, what's the deal?\nWhy these bitches buggin' out\nI mean, what's this all about?\n\"See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy\n\nThey don't want you to win no more\nSoul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\nAnd I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more\nThe other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store\n\nI saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\"\nFor real? \"Yup, then I choked the bitch out\nAt least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet\nThrough her in my backseat\n\nThen I dumped her on a dead-end street\nThe other two? Yeah, they still linger\nBut don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em\nSo just pray I come home\n\nAnd when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\nWhoo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh, brother\nIt's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another\nHmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex\n\nAnd when she get vexed, you guess what happens next\n'Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu\nIs the reason why the story is to be continued\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Aunt Dot\n artist: Lil Kim\n album: Notorious K.I.M. (2000)\n duration_ms: 325825\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets\n Told me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\n Even though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\n Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\n\n What? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\n Like my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies\n I heard a knock at the door\n To my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes\n\n Who are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\n She called me by my government name, Kimberly\n Who sent you? My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\n She packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie\n\n Hmmph, she was cute and mad fly\n She had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\n Bavari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\n And I could see she was admiring my Minski suit\n Then she handed me the note, here, read this\n\n I just stared her up and down\n 'Cause I couldn't believe it, then I opened it\n It said, \"Bitches is out to get you\n Your so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz\"\n\n \"I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends\n They know where you live, so evacuate the crib\n And oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\n Since I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\"\n\n \"Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol\n And tomorrow is her first violin recital\n And she would be more than happy if you could take her\n Peace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n\n Damn, what went wrong?\n Can't we all just get along and make hit songs?\n Bitches all up in my ass like a thong\n If this was a show, y'all hoes would get 'Gonged'\n\n 'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on\n What the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, let's get it on\n What? What's takin' you so long? I got plans for the future\n To bring back your head like Medusa\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Uh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\n It's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together\n How Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\n And dress like me and look like me\n\n And Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\n Askin' me for money, day in, day out\n And last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha\n She planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n\n C'mon Shanice, I'm takin' you to my house in L. Conn.\n I wanna go with you, uhh, be quiet and we'll get along fine\n C'mon please, I wanna be just like you\n 600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll babies\n\n Crazy baguettes in my barrettes and\n H-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock\n Fuck Barney and Lamb chops, I don't love them hoes\n But anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\n\n Diamonds on my toes, X-and-O's\n Versace hottie in designer clothes\n Scoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys 'R 'Us\n Make 'em spend, they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus\n\n I'm the S the H the A the N the I the C the E\n But all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\n What, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\n Ever seen The Professional? Well, I can clean\n\n You know what? I like you, little big person\n Rule number one, no cursin'\n Anyway, what you know about that?\n You too young for that, when I was your age\n\n I woulda got hung for that\n Then I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\n So she could fill me in a little more about the plot\n Nine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two\n\n \"Hello?\" Yo, what's the deal?\n Why these bitches buggin' out\n I mean, what's this all about?\n \"See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy\n\n They don't want you to win no more\n Soul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\n And I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more\n The other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store\n\n I saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\"\n For real? \"Yup, then I choked the bitch out\n At least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet\n Through her in my backseat\n\n Then I dumped her on a dead-end street\n The other two? Yeah, they still linger\n But don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em\n So just pray I come home\n\n And when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\n Whoo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh, brother\n It's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another\n Hmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex\n\n And when she get vexed, you guess what happens next\n 'Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu\n Is the reason why the story is to be continued\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n"},{"id":11975856,"name":"Aunt Dot","trackName":"Aunt Dot","artistName":"Lil' Kim","albumName":"Notorious K.I.M.","duration":325.8660096,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets\nTold me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\nEven though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\nWack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\n\nWhat? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\nLike my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies\nI heard a knock at the door\nTo my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes\n\nWho are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\nShe called me by my government name, Kimberly\nWho sent you? My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\nShe packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie\n\nHmmph, she was cute and mad fly\nShe had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\nBavari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\nAnd I could see she was admiring my Minski suit\nThen she handed me the note, here, read this\n\nI just stared her up and down\n'Cause I couldn't believe it, then I opened it\nIt said, \"Bitches is out to get you\nYour so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz\"\n\n\"I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends\nThey know where you live, so evacuate the crib\nAnd oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\nSince I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\"\n\n\"Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol\nAnd tomorrow is her first violin recital\nAnd she would be more than happy if you could take her\nPeace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n\nDamn, what went wrong?\nCan't we all just get along and make hit songs?\nBitches all up in my ass like a thong\nIf this was a show, y'all hoes would get 'Gonged'\n\n'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on\nWhat the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, let's get it on\nWhat? What's takin' you so long? I got plans for the future\nTo bring back your head like Medusa\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nUh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\nIt's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together\nHow Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\nAnd dress like me and look like me\n\nAnd Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\nAskin' me for money, day in, day out\nAnd last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha\nShe planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n\nC'mon Shanice, I'm takin' you to my house in L. Conn.\nI wanna go with you, uhh, be quiet and we'll get along fine\nC'mon please, I wanna be just like you\n600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll babies\n\nCrazy baguettes in my barrettes and\nH-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock\nFuck Barney and Lamb chops, I don't love them hoes\nBut anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\n\nDiamonds on my toes, X-and-O's\nVersace hottie in designer clothes\nScoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys 'R 'Us\nMake 'em spend, they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus\n\nI'm the S the H the A the N the I the C the E\nBut all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\nWhat, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\nEver seen The Professional? Well, I can clean\n\nYou know what? I like you, little big person\nRule number one, no cursin'\nAnyway, what you know about that?\nYou too young for that, when I was your age\n\nI woulda got hung for that\nThen I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\nSo she could fill me in a little more about the plot\nNine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two\n\n\"Hello?\" Yo, what's the deal?\nWhy these bitches buggin' out\nI mean, what's this all about?\n\"See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy\n\nThey don't want you to win no more\nSoul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\nAnd I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more\nThe other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store\n\nI saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\"\nFor real? \"Yup, then I choked the bitch out\nAt least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet\nThrough her in my backseat\n\nThen I dumped her on a dead-end street\nThe other two? Yeah, they still linger\nBut don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em\nSo just pray I come home\n\nAnd when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\nWhoo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh, brother\nIt's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another\nHmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex\n\nAnd when she get vexed, you guess what happens next\n'Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu\nIs the reason why the story is to be continued\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Aunt Dot\n artist: Lil' Kim\n album: Notorious K.I.M.\n duration_ms: 325866\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets\n Told me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\n Even though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\n Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\n\n What? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\n Like my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies\n I heard a knock at the door\n To my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes\n\n Who are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\n She called me by my government name, Kimberly\n Who sent you? My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\n She packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie\n\n Hmmph, she was cute and mad fly\n She had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\n Bavari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\n And I could see she was admiring my Minski suit\n Then she handed me the note, here, read this\n\n I just stared her up and down\n 'Cause I couldn't believe it, then I opened it\n It said, \"Bitches is out to get you\n Your so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz\"\n\n \"I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends\n They know where you live, so evacuate the crib\n And oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\n Since I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\"\n\n \"Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol\n And tomorrow is her first violin recital\n And she would be more than happy if you could take her\n Peace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n\n Damn, what went wrong?\n Can't we all just get along and make hit songs?\n Bitches all up in my ass like a thong\n If this was a show, y'all hoes would get 'Gonged'\n\n 'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on\n What the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, let's get it on\n What? What's takin' you so long? I got plans for the future\n To bring back your head like Medusa\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Uh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\n It's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together\n How Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\n And dress like me and look like me\n\n And Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\n Askin' me for money, day in, day out\n And last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha\n She planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n\n C'mon Shanice, I'm takin' you to my house in L. Conn.\n I wanna go with you, uhh, be quiet and we'll get along fine\n C'mon please, I wanna be just like you\n 600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll babies\n\n Crazy baguettes in my barrettes and\n H-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock\n Fuck Barney and Lamb chops, I don't love them hoes\n But anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\n\n Diamonds on my toes, X-and-O's\n Versace hottie in designer clothes\n Scoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys 'R 'Us\n Make 'em spend, they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus\n\n I'm the S the H the A the N the I the C the E\n But all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\n What, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\n Ever seen The Professional? Well, I can clean\n\n You know what? I like you, little big person\n Rule number one, no cursin'\n Anyway, what you know about that?\n You too young for that, when I was your age\n\n I woulda got hung for that\n Then I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\n So she could fill me in a little more about the plot\n Nine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two\n\n \"Hello?\" Yo, what's the deal?\n Why these bitches buggin' out\n I mean, what's this all about?\n \"See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy\n\n They don't want you to win no more\n Soul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\n And I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more\n The other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store\n\n I saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\"\n For real? \"Yup, then I choked the bitch out\n At least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet\n Through her in my backseat\n\n Then I dumped her on a dead-end street\n The other two? Yeah, they still linger\n But don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em\n So just pray I come home\n\n And when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\n Whoo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh, brother\n It's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another\n Hmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex\n\n And when she get vexed, you guess what happens next\n 'Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu\n Is the reason why the story is to be continued\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n"},{"id":12470582,"name":"Aunt Dot","trackName":"Aunt Dot","artistName":"Lil' Kim, Lil' Shanice","albumName":"The Notorious K.I.M.","duration":326.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets\nTold me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\nEven though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\nWack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\n\nWhat? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\nLike my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies\nI heard a knock at the door\nTo my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes\n\nWho are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\nShe called me by my government name, Kimberly\nWho sent you? My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\nShe packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie\n\nHmmph, she was cute and mad fly\nShe had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\nBavari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\nAnd I could see she was admiring my Minski suit\nThen she handed me the note, here, read this\n\nI just stared her up and down\n'Cause I couldn't believe it, then I opened it\nIt said, \"Bitches is out to get you\nYour so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz\"\n\n\"I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends\nThey know where you live, so evacuate the crib\nAnd oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\nSince I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\"\n\n\"Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol\nAnd tomorrow is her first violin recital\nAnd she would be more than happy if you could take her\nPeace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n\nDamn, what went wrong?\nCan't we all just get along and make hit songs?\nBitches all up in my ass like a thong\nIf this was a show, y'all hoes would get 'Gonged'\n\n'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on\nWhat the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, let's get it on\nWhat? What's takin' you so long? I got plans for the future\nTo bring back your head like Medusa\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nUh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\nIt's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together\nHow Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\nAnd dress like me and look like me\n\nAnd Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\nAskin' me for money, day in, day out\nAnd last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha\nShe planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n\nC'mon Shanice, I'm takin' you to my house in L. Conn.\nI wanna go with you, uhh, be quiet and we'll get along fine\nC'mon please, I wanna be just like you\n600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll babies\n\nCrazy baguettes in my barrettes and\nH-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock\nFuck Barney and Lamb chops, I don't love them hoes\nBut anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\n\nDiamonds on my toes, X-and-O's\nVersace hottie in designer clothes\nScoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys 'R 'Us\nMake 'em spend, they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus\n\nI'm the S the H the A the N the I the C the E\nBut all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\nWhat, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\nEver seen The Professional? Well, I can clean\n\nYou know what? I like you, little big person\nRule number one, no cursin'\nAnyway, what you know about that?\nYou too young for that, when I was your age\n\nI woulda got hung for that\nThen I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\nSo she could fill me in a little more about the plot\nNine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two\n\n\"Hello?\" Yo, what's the deal?\nWhy these bitches buggin' out\nI mean, what's this all about?\n\"See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy\n\nThey don't want you to win no more\nSoul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\nAnd I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more\nThe other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store\n\nI saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\"\nFor real? \"Yup, then I choked the bitch out\nAt least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet\nThrough her in my backseat\n\nThen I dumped her on a dead-end street\nThe other two? Yeah, they still linger\nBut don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em\nSo just pray I come home\n\nAnd when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\nWhoo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh, brother\nIt's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another\nHmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex\n\nAnd when she get vexed, you guess what happens next\n'Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu\nIs the reason why the story is to be continued\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Aunt Dot\n artist: Lil' Kim, Lil' Shanice\n album: The Notorious K.I.M.\n duration_ms: 326000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets\n Told me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\n Even though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\n Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\n\n What? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\n Like my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies\n I heard a knock at the door\n To my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes\n\n Who are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\n She called me by my government name, Kimberly\n Who sent you? My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\n She packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie\n\n Hmmph, she was cute and mad fly\n She had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\n Bavari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\n And I could see she was admiring my Minski suit\n Then she handed me the note, here, read this\n\n I just stared her up and down\n 'Cause I couldn't believe it, then I opened it\n It said, \"Bitches is out to get you\n Your so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz\"\n\n \"I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends\n They know where you live, so evacuate the crib\n And oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\n Since I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\"\n\n \"Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol\n And tomorrow is her first violin recital\n And she would be more than happy if you could take her\n Peace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n\n Damn, what went wrong?\n Can't we all just get along and make hit songs?\n Bitches all up in my ass like a thong\n If this was a show, y'all hoes would get 'Gonged'\n\n 'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on\n What the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, let's get it on\n What? What's takin' you so long? I got plans for the future\n To bring back your head like Medusa\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Uh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\n It's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together\n How Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\n And dress like me and look like me\n\n And Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\n Askin' me for money, day in, day out\n And last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha\n She planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n\n C'mon Shanice, I'm takin' you to my house in L. Conn.\n I wanna go with you, uhh, be quiet and we'll get along fine\n C'mon please, I wanna be just like you\n 600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll babies\n\n Crazy baguettes in my barrettes and\n H-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock\n Fuck Barney and Lamb chops, I don't love them hoes\n But anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\n\n Diamonds on my toes, X-and-O's\n Versace hottie in designer clothes\n Scoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys 'R 'Us\n Make 'em spend, they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus\n\n I'm the S the H the A the N the I the C the E\n But all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\n What, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\n Ever seen The Professional? Well, I can clean\n\n You know what? I like you, little big person\n Rule number one, no cursin'\n Anyway, what you know about that?\n You too young for that, when I was your age\n\n I woulda got hung for that\n Then I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\n So she could fill me in a little more about the plot\n Nine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two\n\n \"Hello?\" Yo, what's the deal?\n Why these bitches buggin' out\n I mean, what's this all about?\n \"See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy\n\n They don't want you to win no more\n Soul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\n And I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more\n The other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store\n\n I saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\"\n For real? \"Yup, then I choked the bitch out\n At least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet\n Through her in my backseat\n\n Then I dumped her on a dead-end street\n The other two? Yeah, they still linger\n But don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em\n So just pray I come home\n\n And when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\n Whoo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh, brother\n It's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another\n Hmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex\n\n And when she get vexed, you guess what happens next\n 'Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu\n Is the reason why the story is to be continued\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n"},{"id":6078449,"name":"Aunt Dot (feat. Lil' Shanice)","trackName":"Aunt Dot (feat. Lil' Shanice)","artistName":"Lil' Kim","albumName":"The Notorious K.I.M.","duration":326.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets\nTold me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\nEven though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\nWack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\n\nWhat? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\nLike my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies\nI heard a knock at the door\nTo my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes\n\nWho are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\nShe called me by my government name, Kimberly\nWho sent you? My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\nShe packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie\n\nHmmph, she was cute and mad fly\nShe had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\nBavari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\nAnd I could see she was admiring my Minski suit\nThen she handed me the note, here, read this\n\nI just stared her up and down\n'Cause I couldn't believe it, then I opened it\nIt said, \"Bitches is out to get you\nYour so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz\"\n\n\"I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends\nThey know where you live, so evacuate the crib\nAnd oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\nSince I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\"\n\n\"Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol\nAnd tomorrow is her first violin recital\nAnd she would be more than happy if you could take her\nPeace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n\nDamn, what went wrong?\nCan't we all just get along and make hit songs?\nBitches all up in my ass like a thong\nIf this was a show, y'all hoes would get 'Gonged'\n\n'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on\nWhat the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, let's get it on\nWhat? What's takin' you so long? I got plans for the future\nTo bring back your head like Medusa\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nUh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\nIt's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together\nHow Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\nAnd dress like me and look like me\n\nAnd Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\nAskin' me for money, day in, day out\nAnd last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha\nShe planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n\nC'mon Shanice, I'm takin' you to my house in L. Conn.\nI wanna go with you, uhh, be quiet and we'll get along fine\nC'mon please, I wanna be just like you\n600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll babies\n\nCrazy baguettes in my barrettes and\nH-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock\nFuck Barney and Lamb chops, I don't love them hoes\nBut anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\n\nDiamonds on my toes, X-and-O's\nVersace hottie in designer clothes\nScoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys 'R 'Us\nMake 'em spend, they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus\n\nI'm the S the H the A the N the I the C the E\nBut all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\nWhat, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\nEver seen The Professional? Well, I can clean\n\nYou know what? I like you, little big person\nRule number one, no cursin'\nAnyway, what you know about that?\nYou too young for that, when I was your age\n\nI woulda got hung for that\nThen I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\nSo she could fill me in a little more about the plot\nNine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two\n\n\"Hello?\" Yo, what's the deal?\nWhy these bitches buggin' out\nI mean, what's this all about?\n\"See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy\n\nThey don't want you to win no more\nSoul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\nAnd I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more\nThe other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store\n\nI saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\"\nFor real? \"Yup, then I choked the bitch out\nAt least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet\nThrough her in my backseat\n\nThen I dumped her on a dead-end street\nThe other two? Yeah, they still linger\nBut don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em\nSo just pray I come home\n\nAnd when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\nWhoo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh, brother\nIt's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another\nHmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex\n\nAnd when she get vexed, you guess what happens next\n'Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu\nIs the reason why the story is to be continued\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Aunt Dot (feat. Lil' Shanice)\n artist: Lil' Kim\n album: The Notorious K.I.M.\n duration_ms: 326000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets\n Told me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\n Even though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\n Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\n\n What? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\n Like my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies\n I heard a knock at the door\n To my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes\n\n Who are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\n She called me by my government name, Kimberly\n Who sent you? My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\n She packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie\n\n Hmmph, she was cute and mad fly\n She had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\n Bavari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\n And I could see she was admiring my Minski suit\n Then she handed me the note, here, read this\n\n I just stared her up and down\n 'Cause I couldn't believe it, then I opened it\n It said, \"Bitches is out to get you\n Your so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz\"\n\n \"I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends\n They know where you live, so evacuate the crib\n And oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\n Since I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\"\n\n \"Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol\n And tomorrow is her first violin recital\n And she would be more than happy if you could take her\n Peace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n\n Damn, what went wrong?\n Can't we all just get along and make hit songs?\n Bitches all up in my ass like a thong\n If this was a show, y'all hoes would get 'Gonged'\n\n 'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on\n What the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, let's get it on\n What? What's takin' you so long? I got plans for the future\n To bring back your head like Medusa\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Uh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\n It's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together\n How Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\n And dress like me and look like me\n\n And Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\n Askin' me for money, day in, day out\n And last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha\n She planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n\n C'mon Shanice, I'm takin' you to my house in L. Conn.\n I wanna go with you, uhh, be quiet and we'll get along fine\n C'mon please, I wanna be just like you\n 600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll babies\n\n Crazy baguettes in my barrettes and\n H-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock\n Fuck Barney and Lamb chops, I don't love them hoes\n But anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\n\n Diamonds on my toes, X-and-O's\n Versace hottie in designer clothes\n Scoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys 'R 'Us\n Make 'em spend, they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus\n\n I'm the S the H the A the N the I the C the E\n But all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\n What, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\n Ever seen The Professional? Well, I can clean\n\n You know what? I like you, little big person\n Rule number one, no cursin'\n Anyway, what you know about that?\n You too young for that, when I was your age\n\n I woulda got hung for that\n Then I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\n So she could fill me in a little more about the plot\n Nine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two\n\n \"Hello?\" Yo, what's the deal?\n Why these bitches buggin' out\n I mean, what's this all about?\n \"See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy\n\n They don't want you to win no more\n Soul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\n And I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more\n The other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store\n\n I saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\"\n For real? \"Yup, then I choked the bitch out\n At least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet\n Through her in my backseat\n\n Then I dumped her on a dead-end street\n The other two? Yeah, they still linger\n But don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em\n So just pray I come home\n\n And when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\n Whoo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh, brother\n It's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another\n Hmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex\n\n And when she get vexed, you guess what happens next\n 'Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu\n Is the reason why the story is to be continued\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n"},{"id":37261049,"name":"Aunt Dot - (featuring Lil' Shanice)","trackName":"Aunt Dot - (featuring Lil' Shanice)","artistName":"Lil Kim","albumName":"Notorious K.I.M.","duration":325.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My Aunt Dot left a Glock and some blood on my sheets\nTold me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\nEven though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\nWack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\nWhat? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\nLike my boy Castor Troy with the twin glizzies\nI heard a knock at the door\nTo my surprise, I saw these two familiar eyes\n\"Who are you?\"\n\"What up? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\"\n\nShe called me by my government name, Kimberly\n\n\"Who sent you?\"\n\"My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\nShe packed a note in my knapsack and warned for a shotty\"\n\nHeh, she was cute and mad fly\nShe had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\nFivari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\nAnd I could see she was admiring my mink ski suit\nThen she handed me the note\n\n\"Here, read this\"\nI just stared her up and down 'cause I couldn't believe it\nThen I opened it, it said\n\"Bitches is out to get you\nYour so-called friends put a bomb in your Benz\nI'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends\nThey know where you live, so evacuate the crib\nAnd oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\n\nSince I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\nBesides, she looks up to you, you're her idol\nAnd tomorrow is her first violin recital\nAnd she would be more than happy if you could take her\nPeace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n\nDamn, what went wrong?\nCan't we all just get along and make hit songs?\nBitches all up in my ass like a thong\nIf this was a show, y'all hoes would get gone\n'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on\nWhat the fuck you waiting for? Come on, let's get it on\nWhat's taking you so long? I got plans for the future\nTo bring back your head like Medusa\n\nGirls be acting stink and mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain and pop a Humphrey\nI know it hurts (I'm killing y'all)\nGirls be acting stink and mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain and pop a Humphrey\nI know it hurts (I'm killing y'all)\n\nUh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\n\nIt's snowing and I'm trying to put the whole shit together\nHow Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\nAnd dress like me and look like me\nAnd Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\n\nAsking me for money day in, day out\nAnd last but not least, the grimiest one, Taisha\nShe planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n\"Come on, Shanice, I'm taking you to my house in El Con\"\n\"I wanna go with you\"\n\"Uh, be quiet, we will get along fine\"\n\"Come on, please, I wanna be just like you\n\nSix hundred Mercedes and 380s in my doll babies\nCrazy baguettes in my burettes\nAnd H-Class rocks inside my baby G-Shock\nFuck Barney and Lambchops, I don't love them hoes\nBut anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\nDiamonds on my toes, X and O's\nVersace hottie in designer clothes\nScoop Little Neek and dust, then take the toys I rust\nMake 'em spend they cheese, then kick 'em out to take the bus\nI'm the S, the H, the A, the N, the I, the C, the E\n\nBut all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\nWhat, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\n\nEver seen a professional? Uh-huh, well I'm the queen\n\"You know what? I like you, you little big person\nRule number one, no cursing\nAnyway, what you know about that? You too young for that\nWhen I was your age, I would've got hung for that\"\nThen I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\nSo she could fill me in a little more about the plot\nHmm, 917-582-122\n\"Hello?\"\n\n\"Yo, what's the deal? Why these bitches bugging out?\n\nI mean, what's this all about?\"\n\"See, it's sort of like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy\nThey don't want you to win no more\nSoul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\nAnd I guess that's why I ain't your friends no more\nThe other day when I was coming out the grocery store\nI saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\n\"Hello?\"\n\n\"Yep, then I choked the bitch out, at least one to the heart\nTied up her hands and feet, threw her in my back seat\nThen I dumped her on a dead-end street\nThe other two? Yeah, they still linger\nBut don't you let me fail, I'ma get 'em\nSo just pray I come home\nAnd when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\n\nOoh, when Aunt Dot comes, oh brother\nIt's like five Bloody Marys one after another\n\nShe have you stressed, no wearing white, no sex\nAnd when she get vexed, guess what happens next?\n'Cause them other two girls that's still on the menu\nIs the reason why the story is to be continued\n\nGirls be acting stink and mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain and pop a Humphrey\nI know it hurts (I'm killing y'all)\nGirls be acting stink and mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain and pop a Humphrey\nI know it hurts (I'm killing y'all)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Aunt Dot - (featuring Lil' Shanice)\n artist: Lil Kim\n album: Notorious K.I.M.\n duration_ms: 325000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n My Aunt Dot left a Glock and some blood on my sheets\n Told me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\n Even though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\n Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\n What? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\n Like my boy Castor Troy with the twin glizzies\n I heard a knock at the door\n To my surprise, I saw these two familiar eyes\n \"Who are you?\"\n \"What up? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\"\n\n She called me by my government name, Kimberly\n\n \"Who sent you?\"\n \"My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\n She packed a note in my knapsack and warned for a shotty\"\n\n Heh, she was cute and mad fly\n She had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\n Fivari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\n And I could see she was admiring my mink ski suit\n Then she handed me the note\n\n \"Here, read this\"\n I just stared her up and down 'cause I couldn't believe it\n Then I opened it, it said\n \"Bitches is out to get you\n Your so-called friends put a bomb in your Benz\n I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends\n They know where you live, so evacuate the crib\n And oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\n\n Since I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\n Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol\n And tomorrow is her first violin recital\n And she would be more than happy if you could take her\n Peace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n\n Damn, what went wrong?\n Can't we all just get along and make hit songs?\n Bitches all up in my ass like a thong\n If this was a show, y'all hoes would get gone\n 'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on\n What the fuck you waiting for? Come on, let's get it on\n What's taking you so long? I got plans for the future\n To bring back your head like Medusa\n\n Girls be acting stink and mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain and pop a Humphrey\n I know it hurts (I'm killing y'all)\n Girls be acting stink and mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain and pop a Humphrey\n I know it hurts (I'm killing y'all)\n\n Uh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\n\n It's snowing and I'm trying to put the whole shit together\n How Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\n And dress like me and look like me\n And Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\n\n Asking me for money day in, day out\n And last but not least, the grimiest one, Taisha\n She planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n \"Come on, Shanice, I'm taking you to my house in El Con\"\n \"I wanna go with you\"\n \"Uh, be quiet, we will get along fine\"\n \"Come on, please, I wanna be just like you\n\n Six hundred Mercedes and 380s in my doll babies\n Crazy baguettes in my burettes\n And H-Class rocks inside my baby G-Shock\n Fuck Barney and Lambchops, I don't love them hoes\n But anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\n Diamonds on my toes, X and O's\n Versace hottie in designer clothes\n Scoop Little Neek and dust, then take the toys I rust\n Make 'em spend they cheese, then kick 'em out to take the bus\n I'm the S, the H, the A, the N, the I, the C, the E\n\n But all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\n What, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\n\n Ever seen a professional? Uh-huh, well I'm the queen\n \"You know what? I like you, you little big person\n Rule number one, no cursing\n Anyway, what you know about that? You too young for that\n When I was your age, I would've got hung for that\"\n Then I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\n So she could fill me in a little more about the plot\n Hmm, 917-582-122\n \"Hello?\"\n\n \"Yo, what's the deal? Why these bitches bugging out?\n\n I mean, what's this all about?\"\n \"See, it's sort of like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy\n They don't want you to win no more\n Soul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\n And I guess that's why I ain't your friends no more\n The other day when I was coming out the grocery store\n I saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\n \"Hello?\"\n\n \"Yep, then I choked the bitch out, at least one to the heart\n Tied up her hands and feet, threw her in my back seat\n Then I dumped her on a dead-end street\n The other two? Yeah, they still linger\n But don't you let me fail, I'ma get 'em\n So just pray I come home\n And when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\n\n Ooh, when Aunt Dot comes, oh brother\n It's like five Bloody Marys one after another\n\n She have you stressed, no wearing white, no sex\n And when she get vexed, guess what happens next?\n 'Cause them other two girls that's still on the menu\n Is the reason why the story is to be continued\n\n Girls be acting stink and mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain and pop a Humphrey\n I know it hurts (I'm killing y'all)\n Girls be acting stink and mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain and pop a Humphrey\n I know it hurts (I'm killing y'all)\n"},{"id":13378963,"name":"Aunt Dot","trackName":"Aunt Dot","artistName":"Lil Kim feat. Lil Shanice","albumName":"Notorious K.I.M. (2000)","duration":326.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets\nTold me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\nEven though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\nWack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\n\nWhat? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\nLike my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies\nI heard a knock at the door\nTo my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes\n\nWho are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\nShe called me by my government name, Kimberly\nWho sent you? My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\nShe packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie\n\nHmmph, she was cute and mad fly\nShe had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\nBavari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\nAnd I could see she was admiring my Minski suit\nThen she handed me the note, here, read this\n\nI just stared her up and down\n'Cause I couldn't believe it, then I opened it\nIt said, \"Bitches is out to get you\nYour so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz\"\n\n\"I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends\nThey know where you live, so evacuate the crib\nAnd oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\nSince I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\"\n\n\"Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol\nAnd tomorrow is her first violin recital\nAnd she would be more than happy if you could take her\nPeace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n\nDamn, what went wrong?\nCan't we all just get along and make hit songs?\nBitches all up in my ass like a thong\nIf this was a show, y'all hoes would get 'Gonged'\n\n'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on\nWhat the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, let's get it on\nWhat? What's takin' you so long? I got plans for the future\nTo bring back your head like Medusa\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nUh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\nIt's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together\nHow Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\nAnd dress like me and look like me\n\nAnd Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\nAskin' me for money, day in, day out\nAnd last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha\nShe planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n\nC'mon Shanice, I'm takin' you to my house in L. Conn.\nI wanna go with you, uhh, be quiet and we'll get along fine\nC'mon please, I wanna be just like you\n600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll babies\n\nCrazy baguettes in my barrettes and\nH-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock\nFuck Barney and Lamb chops, I don't love them hoes\nBut anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\n\nDiamonds on my toes, X-and-O's\nVersace hottie in designer clothes\nScoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys 'R 'Us\nMake 'em spend, they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus\n\nI'm the S the H the A the N the I the C the E\nBut all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\nWhat, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\nEver seen The Professional? Well, I can clean\n\nYou know what? I like you, little big person\nRule number one, no cursin'\nAnyway, what you know about that?\nYou too young for that, when I was your age\n\nI woulda got hung for that\nThen I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\nSo she could fill me in a little more about the plot\nNine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two\n\n\"Hello?\" Yo, what's the deal?\nWhy these bitches buggin' out\nI mean, what's this all about?\n\"See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy\n\nThey don't want you to win no more\nSoul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\nAnd I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more\nThe other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store\n\nI saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\"\nFor real? \"Yup, then I choked the bitch out\nAt least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet\nThrough her in my backseat\n\nThen I dumped her on a dead-end street\nThe other two? Yeah, they still linger\nBut don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em\nSo just pray I come home\n\nAnd when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\nWhoo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh, brother\nIt's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another\nHmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex\n\nAnd when she get vexed, you guess what happens next\n'Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu\nIs the reason why the story is to be continued\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Aunt Dot\n artist: Lil Kim feat. Lil Shanice\n album: Notorious K.I.M. (2000)\n duration_ms: 326000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets\n Told me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\n Even though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\n Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\n\n What? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\n Like my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies\n I heard a knock at the door\n To my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes\n\n Who are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\n She called me by my government name, Kimberly\n Who sent you? My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\n She packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie\n\n Hmmph, she was cute and mad fly\n She had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\n Bavari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\n And I could see she was admiring my Minski suit\n Then she handed me the note, here, read this\n\n I just stared her up and down\n 'Cause I couldn't believe it, then I opened it\n It said, \"Bitches is out to get you\n Your so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz\"\n\n \"I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends\n They know where you live, so evacuate the crib\n And oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\n Since I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\"\n\n \"Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol\n And tomorrow is her first violin recital\n And she would be more than happy if you could take her\n Peace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n\n Damn, what went wrong?\n Can't we all just get along and make hit songs?\n Bitches all up in my ass like a thong\n If this was a show, y'all hoes would get 'Gonged'\n\n 'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on\n What the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, let's get it on\n What? What's takin' you so long? I got plans for the future\n To bring back your head like Medusa\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Uh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\n It's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together\n How Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\n And dress like me and look like me\n\n And Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\n Askin' me for money, day in, day out\n And last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha\n She planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n\n C'mon Shanice, I'm takin' you to my house in L. Conn.\n I wanna go with you, uhh, be quiet and we'll get along fine\n C'mon please, I wanna be just like you\n 600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll babies\n\n Crazy baguettes in my barrettes and\n H-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock\n Fuck Barney and Lamb chops, I don't love them hoes\n But anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\n\n Diamonds on my toes, X-and-O's\n Versace hottie in designer clothes\n Scoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys 'R 'Us\n Make 'em spend, they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus\n\n I'm the S the H the A the N the I the C the E\n But all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\n What, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\n Ever seen The Professional? Well, I can clean\n\n You know what? I like you, little big person\n Rule number one, no cursin'\n Anyway, what you know about that?\n You too young for that, when I was your age\n\n I woulda got hung for that\n Then I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\n So she could fill me in a little more about the plot\n Nine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two\n\n \"Hello?\" Yo, what's the deal?\n Why these bitches buggin' out\n I mean, what's this all about?\n \"See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy\n\n They don't want you to win no more\n Soul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\n And I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more\n The other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store\n\n I saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\"\n For real? \"Yup, then I choked the bitch out\n At least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet\n Through her in my backseat\n\n Then I dumped her on a dead-end street\n The other two? Yeah, they still linger\n But don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em\n So just pray I come home\n\n And when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\n Whoo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh, brother\n It's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another\n Hmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex\n\n And when she get vexed, you guess what happens next\n 'Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu\n Is the reason why the story is to be continued\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n"},{"id":39254382,"name":"Aunt Dot","trackName":"Aunt Dot","artistName":"Lil' Kim Feat. Lil' Shanice","albumName":"The Notorious K.I.M.","duration":325.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets\nTold me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\nEven though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\nWack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\n\nWhat? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\nLike my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies\nI heard a knock at the door\nTo my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes\n\nWho are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\nShe called me by my government name, Kimberly\nWho sent you? My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\nShe packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie\n\nHmmph, she was cute and mad fly\nShe had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\nBavari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\nAnd I could see she was admiring my Minski suit\nThen she handed me the note, here, read this\n\nI just stared her up and down\n'Cause I couldn't believe it, then I opened it\nIt said, \"Bitches is out to get you\nYour so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz\"\n\n\"I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends\nThey know where you live, so evacuate the crib\nAnd oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\nSince I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\"\n\n\"Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol\nAnd tomorrow is her first violin recital\nAnd she would be more than happy if you could take her\nPeace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n\nDamn, what went wrong?\nCan't we all just get along and make hit songs?\nBitches all up in my ass like a thong\nIf this was a show, y'all hoes would get 'Gonged'\n\n'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on\nWhat the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, let's get it on\nWhat? What's takin' you so long? I got plans for the future\nTo bring back your head like Medusa\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nUh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\nIt's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together\nHow Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\nAnd dress like me and look like me\n\nAnd Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\nAskin' me for money, day in, day out\nAnd last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha\nShe planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n\nC'mon Shanice, I'm takin' you to my house in L. Conn.\nI wanna go with you, uhh, be quiet and we'll get along fine\nC'mon please, I wanna be just like you\n600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll babies\n\nCrazy baguettes in my barrettes and\nH-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock\nFuck Barney and Lamb chops, I don't love them hoes\nBut anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\n\nDiamonds on my toes, X-and-O's\nVersace hottie in designer clothes\nScoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys 'R 'Us\nMake 'em spend, they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus\n\nI'm the S the H the A the N the I the C the E\nBut all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\nWhat, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\nEver seen The Professional? Well, I can clean\n\nYou know what? I like you, little big person\nRule number one, no cursin'\nAnyway, what you know about that?\nYou too young for that, when I was your age\n\nI woulda got hung for that\nThen I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\nSo she could fill me in a little more about the plot\nNine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two\n\n\"Hello?\" Yo, what's the deal?\nWhy these bitches buggin' out\nI mean, what's this all about?\n\"See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy\n\nThey don't want you to win no more\nSoul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\nAnd I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more\nThe other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store\n\nI saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\"\nFor real? \"Yup, then I choked the bitch out\nAt least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet\nThrough her in my backseat\n\nThen I dumped her on a dead-end street\nThe other two? Yeah, they still linger\nBut don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em\nSo just pray I come home\n\nAnd when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\nWhoo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh, brother\nIt's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another\nHmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex\n\nAnd when she get vexed, you guess what happens next\n'Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu\nIs the reason why the story is to be continued\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Aunt Dot\n artist: Lil' Kim Feat. Lil' Shanice\n album: The Notorious K.I.M.\n duration_ms: 325000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets\n Told me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\n Even though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\n Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\n\n What? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\n Like my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies\n I heard a knock at the door\n To my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes\n\n Who are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\n She called me by my government name, Kimberly\n Who sent you? My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\n She packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie\n\n Hmmph, she was cute and mad fly\n She had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\n Bavari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\n And I could see she was admiring my Minski suit\n Then she handed me the note, here, read this\n\n I just stared her up and down\n 'Cause I couldn't believe it, then I opened it\n It said, \"Bitches is out to get you\n Your so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz\"\n\n \"I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends\n They know where you live, so evacuate the crib\n And oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\n Since I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\"\n\n \"Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol\n And tomorrow is her first violin recital\n And she would be more than happy if you could take her\n Peace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n\n Damn, what went wrong?\n Can't we all just get along and make hit songs?\n Bitches all up in my ass like a thong\n If this was a show, y'all hoes would get 'Gonged'\n\n 'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on\n What the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, let's get it on\n What? What's takin' you so long? I got plans for the future\n To bring back your head like Medusa\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Uh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\n It's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together\n How Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\n And dress like me and look like me\n\n And Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\n Askin' me for money, day in, day out\n And last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha\n She planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n\n C'mon Shanice, I'm takin' you to my house in L. Conn.\n I wanna go with you, uhh, be quiet and we'll get along fine\n C'mon please, I wanna be just like you\n 600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll babies\n\n Crazy baguettes in my barrettes and\n H-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock\n Fuck Barney and Lamb chops, I don't love them hoes\n But anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\n\n Diamonds on my toes, X-and-O's\n Versace hottie in designer clothes\n Scoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys 'R 'Us\n Make 'em spend, they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus\n\n I'm the S the H the A the N the I the C the E\n But all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\n What, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\n Ever seen The Professional? Well, I can clean\n\n You know what? I like you, little big person\n Rule number one, no cursin'\n Anyway, what you know about that?\n You too young for that, when I was your age\n\n I woulda got hung for that\n Then I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\n So she could fill me in a little more about the plot\n Nine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two\n\n \"Hello?\" Yo, what's the deal?\n Why these bitches buggin' out\n I mean, what's this all about?\n \"See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy\n\n They don't want you to win no more\n Soul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\n And I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more\n The other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store\n\n I saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\"\n For real? \"Yup, then I choked the bitch out\n At least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet\n Through her in my backseat\n\n Then I dumped her on a dead-end street\n The other two? Yeah, they still linger\n But don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em\n So just pray I come home\n\n And when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\n Whoo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh, brother\n It's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another\n Hmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex\n\n And when she get vexed, you guess what happens next\n 'Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu\n Is the reason why the story is to be continued\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n"},{"id":1343506,"name":"Aunt Dot (feat. Lil' Shanice)","trackName":"Aunt Dot (feat. Lil' Shanice)","artistName":"Lil' Kim feat. Lil' Shanice","albumName":"The Notorious K.I.M.","duration":326.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets\nTold me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\nEven though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\nWack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\n\nWhat? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\nLike my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies\nI heard a knock at the door\nTo my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes\n\nWho are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\nShe called me by my government name, Kimberly\nWho sent you? My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\nShe packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie\n\nHmmph, she was cute and mad fly\nShe had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\nBavari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\nAnd I could see she was admiring my Minski suit\nThen she handed me the note, here, read this\n\nI just stared her up and down\n'Cause I couldn't believe it, then I opened it\nIt said, \"Bitches is out to get you\nYour so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz\"\n\n\"I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends\nThey know where you live, so evacuate the crib\nAnd oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\nSince I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\"\n\n\"Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol\nAnd tomorrow is her first violin recital\nAnd she would be more than happy if you could take her\nPeace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n\nDamn, what went wrong?\nCan't we all just get along and make hit songs?\nBitches all up in my ass like a thong\nIf this was a show, y'all hoes would get 'Gonged'\n\n'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on\nWhat the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, let's get it on\nWhat? What's takin' you so long? I got plans for the future\nTo bring back your head like Medusa\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nUh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\nIt's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together\nHow Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\nAnd dress like me and look like me\n\nAnd Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\nAskin' me for money, day in, day out\nAnd last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha\nShe planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n\nC'mon Shanice, I'm takin' you to my house in L. Conn.\nI wanna go with you, uhh, be quiet and we'll get along fine\nC'mon please, I wanna be just like you\n600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll babies\n\nCrazy baguettes in my barrettes and\nH-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock\nFuck Barney and Lamb chops, I don't love them hoes\nBut anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\n\nDiamonds on my toes, X-and-O's\nVersace hottie in designer clothes\nScoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys 'R 'Us\nMake 'em spend, they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus\n\nI'm the S the H the A the N the I the C the E\nBut all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\nWhat, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\nEver seen The Professional? Well, I can clean\n\nYou know what? I like you, little big person\nRule number one, no cursin'\nAnyway, what you know about that?\nYou too young for that, when I was your age\n\nI woulda got hung for that\nThen I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\nSo she could fill me in a little more about the plot\nNine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two\n\n\"Hello?\" Yo, what's the deal?\nWhy these bitches buggin' out\nI mean, what's this all about?\n\"See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy\n\nThey don't want you to win no more\nSoul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\nAnd I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more\nThe other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store\n\nI saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\"\nFor real? \"Yup, then I choked the bitch out\nAt least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet\nThrough her in my backseat\n\nThen I dumped her on a dead-end street\nThe other two? Yeah, they still linger\nBut don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em\nSo just pray I come home\n\nAnd when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\nWhoo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh, brother\nIt's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another\nHmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex\n\nAnd when she get vexed, you guess what happens next\n'Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu\nIs the reason why the story is to be continued\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all","syncedLyrics":"[00:24.11] My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets\n[00:27.52] Told me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\n[00:30.03] Even though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\n[00:32.79] Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\n[00:35.48] What? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\n[00:38.27] Like my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies\n[00:40.85] I heard a knock at the door\n[00:42.60] To my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes\n[00:45.23] Who are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\n[00:48.24] She called me by my government name, Kimberly\n[00:51.16] Who sent you? My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\n[00:54.89] She packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie\n[00:58.28] Hmmph, she was cute and mad fly\n[01:00.70] She had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\n[01:03.79] Bavari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\n[01:06.57] And I could see she was admiring my Minski suit\n[01:09.14] Then she handed me the note, here, read this\n[01:12.29] I just stared her up and down\n[01:13.69] 'Cause I couldn't believe it, then I opened it\n[01:16.03] It said, \"Bitches is out to get you\n[01:17.80] Your so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz\"\n[01:20.76] \"I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends\n[01:23.59] They know where you live, so evacuate the crib\n[01:26.37] And oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\n[01:28.89] Since I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\"\n[01:31.94] \"Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol\n[01:34.30] And tomorrow is her first violin recital\n[01:37.21] And she would be more than happy if you could take her\n[01:40.19] Peace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n[01:43.31] Damn, what went wrong?\n[01:46.02] Can't we all just get along and make hit songs?\n[01:48.90] Bitches all up in my ass like a thong\n[01:51.23] If this was a show, y'all hoes would get 'Gonged'\n[01:54.15] 'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on\n[01:57.10] What the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, let's get it on\n[01:59.72] What? What's takin' you so long? I got plans for the future\n[02:03.22] To bring back your head like Medusa\n[02:06.35] Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n[02:08.62] Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n[02:11.86] Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n[02:14.30] I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n[02:17.49] Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n[02:19.85] Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n[02:23.19] Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n[02:25.70] I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n[02:28.85] Uh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\n[02:31.34] It's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together\n[02:34.24] How Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\n[02:37.04] And dress like me and look like me\n[02:39.94] And Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\n[02:42.78] Askin' me for money, day in, day out\n[02:45.64] And last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha\n[02:48.41] She planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n[02:51.37] C'mon Shanice, I'm takin' you to my house in L. Conn.\n[02:53.92] I wanna go with you, uhh, be quiet and we'll get along fine\n[02:57.02] C'mon please, I wanna be just like you\n[02:59.84] 600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll babies\n[03:03.06] Crazy baguettes in my barrettes and\n[03:05.57] H-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock\n[03:08.29] Fuck Barney and Lamb chops, I don't love them hoes\n[03:11.18] But anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\n[03:13.92] Diamonds on my toes, X-and-O's\n[03:16.62] Versace hottie in designer clothes\n[03:19.58] Scoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys 'R 'Us\n[03:22.48] Make 'em spend, they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus\n[03:25.20] I'm the S the H the A the N the I the C the E\n[03:28.00] But all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\n[03:30.86] What, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\n[03:33.73] Ever seen The Professional? Well, I can clean\n[03:36.76] You know what? I like you, little big person\n[03:39.62] Rule number one, no cursin'\n[03:41.85] Anyway, what you know about that?\n[03:43.75] You too young for that, when I was your age\n[03:46.58] I woulda got hung for that\n[03:48.27] Then I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\n[03:50.96] So she could fill me in a little more about the plot\n[03:55.07] Nine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two\n[03:59.26] \"Hello?\" Yo, what's the deal?\n[04:01.62] Why these bitches buggin' out\n[04:03.41] I mean, what's this all about?\n[04:04.85] \"See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy\n[04:08.04] They don't want you to win no more\n[04:09.88] Soul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\n[04:12.65] And I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more\n[04:15.39] The other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store\n[04:18.13] I saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\"\n[04:21.08] For real? \"Yup, then I choked the bitch out\n[04:23.33] At least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet\n[04:26.18] Through her in my backseat\n[04:27.65] Then I dumped her on a dead-end street\n[04:29.54] The other two? Yeah, they still linger\n[04:32.07] But don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em\n[04:34.68] So just pray I come home\n[04:36.26] And when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\n[04:38.86] Whoo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh, brother\n[04:41.36] It's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another\n[04:44.65] Hmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex\n[04:47.46] And when she get vexed, you guess what happens next\n[04:50.42] 'Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu\n[04:53.09] Is the reason why the story is to be continued\n[04:56.33] Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n[04:58.75] Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n[05:01.85] Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n[05:04.38] I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n[05:07.53] Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n[05:10.02] Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n[05:13.25] Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n[05:15.70] I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n[05:23.38] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Aunt Dot (feat. 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Conn.\n start_ms: 171370\n end_ms: 173920\n- text: I wanna go with you, uhh, be quiet and we'll get along fine\n start_ms: 173920\n end_ms: 177020\n- text: C'mon please, I wanna be just like you\n start_ms: 177020\n end_ms: 179840\n- text: 600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll babies\n start_ms: 179840\n end_ms: 183060\n- text: Crazy baguettes in my barrettes and\n start_ms: 183060\n end_ms: 185570\n- text: H-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock\n start_ms: 185570\n end_ms: 188290\n- text: Fuck Barney and Lamb chops, I don't love them hoes\n start_ms: 188290\n end_ms: 191180\n- text: But anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\n start_ms: 191180\n end_ms: 193920\n- text: Diamonds on my toes, X-and-O's\n start_ms: 193920\n end_ms: 196620\n- text: Versace hottie in designer clothes\n start_ms: 196620\n end_ms: 199580\n- text: Scoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys 'R 'Us\n start_ms: 199580\n end_ms: 202480\n- text: Make 'em spend, they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus\n start_ms: 202480\n end_ms: 205200\n- text: I'm the S the H the A the N the I the C the E\n start_ms: 205200\n end_ms: 208000\n- text: But all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\n start_ms: 208000\n end_ms: 210860\n- text: What, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\n start_ms: 210860\n end_ms: 213730\n- text: Ever seen The Professional? Well, I can clean\n start_ms: 213730\n end_ms: 216760\n- text: You know what? I like you, little big person\n start_ms: 216760\n end_ms: 219620\n- text: Rule number one, no cursin'\n start_ms: 219620\n end_ms: 221850\n- text: Anyway, what you know about that?\n start_ms: 221850\n end_ms: 223750\n- text: You too young for that, when I was your age\n start_ms: 223750\n end_ms: 226580\n- text: I woulda got hung for that\n start_ms: 226580\n end_ms: 228270\n- text: Then I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\n start_ms: 228270\n end_ms: 230960\n- text: So she could fill me in a little more about the plot\n start_ms: 230960\n end_ms: 235070\n- text: Nine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two\n start_ms: 235070\n end_ms: 239260\n- text: '\"Hello?\" Yo, what''s the deal?'\n start_ms: 239260\n end_ms: 241620\n- text: Why these bitches buggin' out\n start_ms: 241620\n end_ms: 243410\n- text: I mean, what's this all about?\n start_ms: 243410\n end_ms: 244850\n- text: '\"See it''s sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy'\n start_ms: 244850\n end_ms: 248040\n- text: They don't want you to win no more\n start_ms: 248040\n end_ms: 249880\n- text: Soul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\n start_ms: 249880\n end_ms: 252650\n- text: And I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more\n start_ms: 252650\n end_ms: 255390\n- text: The other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store\n start_ms: 255390\n end_ms: 258130\n- text: I saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\"\n start_ms: 258130\n end_ms: 261080\n- text: For real? \"Yup, then I choked the bitch out\n start_ms: 261080\n end_ms: 263330\n- text: At least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet\n start_ms: 263330\n end_ms: 266180\n- text: Through her in my backseat\n start_ms: 266180\n end_ms: 267650\n- text: Then I dumped her on a dead-end street\n start_ms: 267650\n end_ms: 269540\n- text: The other two? Yeah, they still linger\n start_ms: 269540\n end_ms: 272070\n- text: But don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em\n start_ms: 272070\n end_ms: 274680\n- text: So just pray I come home\n start_ms: 274680\n end_ms: 276260\n- text: And when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\n start_ms: 276260\n end_ms: 278860\n- text: Whoo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh, brother\n start_ms: 278860\n end_ms: 281360\n- text: It's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another\n start_ms: 281360\n end_ms: 284650\n- text: Hmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex\n start_ms: 284650\n end_ms: 287460\n- text: And when she get vexed, you guess what happens next\n start_ms: 287460\n end_ms: 290420\n- text: '''Cause them other two girls, that''s still on the menu'\n start_ms: 290420\n end_ms: 293090\n- text: Is the reason why the story is to be continued\n start_ms: 293090\n end_ms: 296330\n- text: Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n start_ms: 296330\n end_ms: 298750\n- text: Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n start_ms: 298750\n end_ms: 301850\n- text: Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n start_ms: 301850\n end_ms: 304380\n- text: I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n start_ms: 304380\n end_ms: 307530\n- text: Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n start_ms: 307530\n end_ms: 310020\n- text: Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n start_ms: 310020\n end_ms: 313250\n- text: Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n start_ms: 313250\n end_ms: 315700\n- text: I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n start_ms: 315700\n end_ms: 323380\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 323380\nplain: |-\n My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets\n Told me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\n Even though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\n Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\n\n What? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\n Like my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies\n I heard a knock at the door\n To my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes\n\n Who are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\n She called me by my government name, Kimberly\n Who sent you? My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\n She packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie\n\n Hmmph, she was cute and mad fly\n She had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\n Bavari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\n And I could see she was admiring my Minski suit\n Then she handed me the note, here, read this\n\n I just stared her up and down\n 'Cause I couldn't believe it, then I opened it\n It said, \"Bitches is out to get you\n Your so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz\"\n\n \"I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends\n They know where you live, so evacuate the crib\n And oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\n Since I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\"\n\n \"Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol\n And tomorrow is her first violin recital\n And she would be more than happy if you could take her\n Peace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n\n Damn, what went wrong?\n Can't we all just get along and make hit songs?\n Bitches all up in my ass like a thong\n If this was a show, y'all hoes would get 'Gonged'\n\n 'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on\n What the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, let's get it on\n What? What's takin' you so long? I got plans for the future\n To bring back your head like Medusa\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Uh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\n It's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together\n How Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\n And dress like me and look like me\n\n And Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\n Askin' me for money, day in, day out\n And last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha\n She planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n\n C'mon Shanice, I'm takin' you to my house in L. Conn.\n I wanna go with you, uhh, be quiet and we'll get along fine\n C'mon please, I wanna be just like you\n 600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll babies\n\n Crazy baguettes in my barrettes and\n H-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock\n Fuck Barney and Lamb chops, I don't love them hoes\n But anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\n\n Diamonds on my toes, X-and-O's\n Versace hottie in designer clothes\n Scoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys 'R 'Us\n Make 'em spend, they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus\n\n I'm the S the H the A the N the I the C the E\n But all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\n What, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\n Ever seen The Professional? Well, I can clean\n\n You know what? I like you, little big person\n Rule number one, no cursin'\n Anyway, what you know about that?\n You too young for that, when I was your age\n\n I woulda got hung for that\n Then I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\n So she could fill me in a little more about the plot\n Nine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two\n\n \"Hello?\" Yo, what's the deal?\n Why these bitches buggin' out\n I mean, what's this all about?\n \"See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy\n\n They don't want you to win no more\n Soul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\n And I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more\n The other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store\n\n I saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\"\n For real? \"Yup, then I choked the bitch out\n At least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet\n Through her in my backseat\n\n Then I dumped her on a dead-end street\n The other two? Yeah, they still linger\n But don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em\n So just pray I come home\n\n And when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\n Whoo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh, brother\n It's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another\n Hmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex\n\n And when she get vexed, you guess what happens next\n 'Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu\n Is the reason why the story is to be continued\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n"}]