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pills, the yak, the herb\n  The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb\n  The blow, the blow, the blow, the blow\n\n  I got the weed for the low\n  Them pills for the low\n  That blow for the low\n  Young nigga yeen know\n  When I ride I roll high\n  Man and I ain't tellin' no lie\n  When that shit get in my brain\n  I grip the grain and fly by\n  Say dog you got that good up in the hood we call it mid\n  Grade another thing we do some call it blow, some call it cocaine\n  Fuck, hell nah nigga I been on that lean\n  Bouncin' front to back watch me change the lane\n  Niggas be constantly talkin' that shit\n  That shit that I gezzit you bitches can't get\n  The Memphis, The A, the North, the South\n  Is on the grind, we will not quit\n  The under-underground rap smoke out full of green\n  Fuck what you heard bitch\n  Yeah I'm back up on the scene\n  If you want to get high you should fuck with Gangsta Boo\n  I be turnin niggas out watch how quick I turn you\n  Into a smoked out, loced out, freaky motherfucker\n  On that Ex'd out, passed out\n  While I put another on the\n\n  The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb\n  The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb\n  The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb\n  The blow, the blow, the blow, the blow\n\n  The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb\n  The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb\n  The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb\n  The blow, the blow, the blow, the blow\n\n  I been gettin' in that work\n  I got pounds of that work\n  I'm a pimp bitch, fuck you\n  Pull up ya own skirt\n  We don't give a fuck 26's on the truck\n  We gon' tear this bitch up\n  I got Ex, I got weed\n  I got any thing you need\n  When you see me in the streets, just holla at me\n  Bitch swallow at me\n  This ya boy Lil Bo from the E-S-P\n\n  See nigga I smoke everyday, from the lightest of haze\n  I got the shit I pull up with cha mind off in a daze\n  I don't fuck with the blow\n  See I fuck with some hoes\n  That be freaky grabbin' they on Ex outta control\n  I remember back in the day Regals, 8's and Vouges\n  When nigga was riddin; the city reappin; get to that door\n  Before the Feds hit the town and\n  Try to shut Atlanta down\n  Nigga was slangin' nickles and dimes\n  Quarter keys and pounds of\n\n  The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb\n  The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb\n  The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb\n  The blow, the blow, the blow, the blow\n\n  The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb\n  The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb\n  The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb\n  The blow, the blow, the blow, the blow\n"},{"id":42676,"name":"Da Blow","trackName":"Da Blow","artistName":"Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz","albumName":"Crunk Juice","duration":361.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Da blow ...\nDA pills...\nDa yak...\nDa herb...\nDA blow.DA blow.DA blow.DA blow.DA blow\n\nDA dro, Da percs, da ounce, get Pushed!\nGet back, no halves, no edge will give ya hash!, I'll join ya 2, but do ya niggas smoke a blunt of this,\nYou wanna smoke wit me don't bring no bullshit, da blue, thumping, white spinners, the green nickles,\nThat red superman, that peach butter fire, that white Rolex, you'll have those hoes hotter than a box of stolen checks,\nThe snow, the white, yeah Miami get crunk, when I see 'em in the club they be sniffing up that skunk,\nHomie 1 gee ya right, give me 1 G' of white (white), give me 2 G' of white (white),\nGive me 3 G'f of white (white), an 8 ball for the night.\nIf you wanna get you lean, there ain't nothing but that yella, all that purp' down in Texas\nThem niggas got whatever, gally gally of that henna (Hennesy) mix it wit that crunk juice,\nWe'll have a nigga spinning\n\nYeah I got that weed for the low\nThose pills for the low\nThat blow for the low\nYoung nigga you ain't know,\nWhen I ride I roll high\nMan an I ain't telling no lie,\nWhen this shit get in my brain,\nI grip the grain and fly by,\nSay dawg you got that good up in the hood we calling mint, right another thing we do some call it blow, some call it cocaine,\nFuck head nah nigga, I've been on that bang bang hard bouncing front to back,\nWatch me change the lane lane,\nCause don't be talking that shit, the shit that I get, you bitches can't get,\nThe measure the A the north and the south, is on the ground, the under under ground ground smoked out,\nFulla green, fuck what you heard bitch yeah I'm back up on the scene,\nIf you wanna get high, you should fuck wit gangsta boo, I be turning niggas out,\nWatch how quick I turn you into a smoked out, locked out, freaky motherfucker, on that exed out passed out,\nWhile I pout another on da...\n\nI been getting in that work\nI got pounds on this perc\nI'm a pimp bitch fuck you pull up your own skirt, skirt we don't give a fuck, 26's on the truck,\nFuck around 'til you show up, we gon' tear this bitch up, I got x, I got weed, I got anything you need,\nWhen you see me in the street, just holla at me, throw a dolla at me, bitch swallow at me,\nThis ya nigga lil bo from the E.S.B.\n\nSee nigga I smoke everyday, I'm 'bout to light up sum hay, I got that shit that will put your mind up in the day,\nBut I don't fuck wit the blow, but I fuck wit sum hoes, that be freaky, x outta control,\nI remember back in the day, wit aches in bones, when nigga was riding in the city truck just to get to the dough,\nBut we the best in this town, they tried to shut Atlanta down, nigga was slanging bitches down, 20 kilos a pound!\n\nUnderground (Underground)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Da Blow\n  artist: Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz\n  album: Crunk Juice\n  duration_ms: 361000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Da blow ...\n  DA pills...\n  Da yak...\n  Da herb...\n  DA blow.DA blow.DA blow.DA blow.DA blow\n\n  DA dro, Da percs, da ounce, get Pushed!\n  Get back, no halves, no edge will give ya hash!, I'll join ya 2, but do ya niggas smoke a blunt of this,\n  You wanna smoke wit me don't bring no bullshit, da blue, thumping, white spinners, the green nickles,\n  That red superman, that peach butter fire, that white Rolex, you'll have those hoes hotter than a box of stolen checks,\n  The snow, the white, yeah Miami get crunk, when I see 'em in the club they be sniffing up that skunk,\n  Homie 1 gee ya right, give me 1 G' of white (white), give me 2 G' of white (white),\n  Give me 3 G'f of white (white), an 8 ball for the night.\n  If you wanna get you lean, there ain't nothing but that yella, all that purp' down in Texas\n  Them niggas got whatever, gally gally of that henna (Hennesy) mix it wit that crunk juice,\n  We'll have a nigga spinning\n\n  Yeah I got that weed for the low\n  Those pills for the low\n  That blow for the low\n  Young nigga you ain't know,\n  When I ride I roll high\n  Man an I ain't telling no lie,\n  When this shit get in my brain,\n  I grip the grain and fly by,\n  Say dawg you got that good up in the hood we calling mint, right another thing we do some call it blow, some call it cocaine,\n  Fuck head nah nigga, I've been on that bang bang hard bouncing front to back,\n  Watch me change the lane lane,\n  Cause don't be talking that shit, the shit that I get, you bitches can't get,\n  The measure the A the north and the south, is on the ground, the under under ground ground smoked out,\n  Fulla green, fuck what you heard bitch yeah I'm back up on the scene,\n  If you wanna get high, you should fuck wit gangsta boo, I be turning niggas out,\n  Watch how quick I turn you into a smoked out, locked out, freaky motherfucker, on that exed out passed out,\n  While I pout another on da...\n\n  I been getting in that work\n  I got pounds on this perc\n  I'm a pimp bitch fuck you pull up your own skirt, skirt we don't give a fuck, 26's on the truck,\n  Fuck around 'til you show up, we gon' tear this bitch up, I got x, I got weed, I got anything you need,\n  When you see me in the street, just holla at me, throw a 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Da yak...\n  Da herb...\n  Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow\n\n  Da blow ...\n  Da pills...\n  Da yak...\n  Da herb...\n  Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow\n\n  Da blow ...\n  Da pills...\n  Da yak...\n  Da herb...\n  Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow\n\n  Yeah I got that weed for the low\n  Those pills for the low\n  That blow for the low\n  Young nigga you ain't know,\n  When I ride I roll high\n  Man an I ain't telling no lie,\n  When this shit get in my brain,\n  I grip the grain and fly by,\n  Say dawg you got that good up in\n  the hood we calling mint, right\n  another thing we do some call it\n  blow, some call it cocaine,\n  Fuck head nah nigga, I've been on\n  that bang bang hard bouncing front to back,\n  Watch me change the lane lane,\n  Cause don't be talking that shit, the\n  shit that I get, you bitches can't get,\n  The measure the A the north and\n  the south, is on the ground, the\n  under under ground ground smoked out,\n  Fulla green, fuck what you heard\n  bitch yeah I'm back up on the scene,\n  If you wanna get high, you should\n  fuck wit gangsta boo, I be turning niggas out,\n  Watch how quick I turn you into a\n  smoked out, locked out, freaky\n  motherfucker, on that exed out passed out,\n  While I pout another on da...\n\n  Da blow ...\n  Da pills...\n  Da yak...\n  Da herb...\n  Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow\n\n  Da blow ...\n  Da pills...\n  Da yak...\n  Da herb...\n  Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow\n\n  Da blow ...\n  Da pills...\n  Da yak...\n  Da herb...\n  Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow\n\n  Da blow ...\n  Da pills...\n  Da yak...\n  Da herb...\n  Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow\n\n  Da blow ...\n  Da pills...\n  Da yak...\n  Da herb...\n  Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow\n\n  I been getting in that work\n  I got pounds on this perc\n  I'm a pimp bitch fuck you pull up\n  your own skirt, skirt we don't give\n  a fuck, 26's on the truck,\n  Fuck around 'til you show up, we\n  gon' tear this bitch up, I got x, I\n  got weed, I got anything you need,\n  When you see me in the street, just\n  holla at me, throw a dolla at me,\n  bitch swallow at me,\n  This ya nigga lil bo from the E.S.B.\n  [Big Sam]\n  See nigga I smoke everyday, I'm\n  'bout to light up sum hay, I got\n  that shit that will put your mind up\n  in the day,\n  But I don't fuck wit the blow, but I\n  fuck wit sum hoes, that be freaky,\n  x outta control,\n  I remember back in the day, wit\n  aches in bones, when nigga was\n  riding in the city truck just to get\n  to the dough,\n  But we the best in this town, they\n  tried to shut Atlanta down, nigga\n  was slanging bitches down, 20 kilos a pound!\n\n  Da blow ...\n  Da pills...\n  Da yak...\n  Da herb...\n  Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow\n\n  Da blow ...\n  Da pills...\n  Da yak...\n  Da herb...\n  Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow\n\n  Da blow ...\n  Da pills...\n  Da yak...\n  Da 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spinning\n\nYeah I got that weed for the low\nThose pills for the low\nThat blow for the low\nYoung nigga you ain't know,\nWhen I ride I roll high\nMan an I ain't telling no lie,\nWhen this shit get in my brain,\nI grip the grain and fly by,\nSay dawg you got that good up in the hood we calling mint, right another thing we do some call it blow, some call it cocaine,\nFuck head nah nigga, I've been on that bang bang hard bouncing front to back,\nWatch me change the lane lane,\nCause don't be talking that shit, the shit that I get, you bitches can't get,\nThe measure the A the north and the south, is on the ground, the under under ground ground smoked out,\nFulla green, fuck what you heard bitch yeah I'm back up on the scene,\nIf you wanna get high, you should fuck wit gangsta boo, I be turning niggas out,\nWatch how quick I turn you into a smoked out, locked out, freaky motherfucker, on that exed out passed out,\nWhile I pout another on da...\n\nI been getting in that work\nI got pounds on this perc\nI'm a pimp bitch fuck you pull up your own skirt, skirt we don't give a fuck, 26's on the truck,\nFuck around 'til you show up, we gon' tear this bitch up, I got x, I got weed, I got anything you need,\nWhen you see me in the street, just holla at me, throw a dolla at me, bitch swallow at me,\nThis ya nigga lil bo from the E.S.B.\n\nSee nigga I smoke everyday, I'm 'bout to light up sum hay, I got that shit that will put your mind up in the day,\nBut I don't fuck wit the blow, but I fuck wit sum hoes, that be freaky, x outta control,\nI remember back in the day, wit aches in bones, when nigga was riding in the city truck just to get to the dough,\nBut we the best in this town, they tried to shut Atlanta down, nigga was slanging bitches down, 20 kilos a pound!\n\nUnderground (Underground)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Da Blow\n  artist: Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz\n  album: Crunk Juice (Chopped & Screwed)\n  duration_ms: 371000\n  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Yeah I got that weed for the low\n  Those pills for the low\n  That blow for the low\n  Young nigga you ain't know,\n  When I ride I roll high\n  Man an I ain't telling no lie,\n  When this shit get in my brain,\n  I grip the grain and fly by,\n  Say dawg you got that good up in the hood we calling mint, right another thing we do some call it blow, some call it cocaine,\n  Fuck head nah nigga, I've been on that bang bang hard bouncing front to back,\n  Watch me change the lane lane,\n  Cause don't be talking that shit, the shit that I get, you bitches can't get,\n  The measure the A the north and the south, is on the ground, the under under ground ground smoked out,\n  Fulla green, fuck what you heard bitch yeah I'm back up on the scene,\n  If you wanna get high, you should fuck wit gangsta boo, I be turning niggas out,\n  Watch how quick I turn you into a smoked out, locked out, freaky motherfucker, on that exed out passed out,\n  While I pout another on da...\n\n  I been getting in 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When I see 'em in the club, they sniffin' up that stuff\n  Give you one G of white\n  Give me two G of white\n  Give me three G of white\n  A eight ball for the night\n  When you want to get cha lean on it's nothing but that yellow\n  Or threat 'purp down in Texas, them niggas got whatever\n  One bottle of that moo, galla-gallon of that Henny\n  Mix it with that crunk juice will have a nigga spinnin'\n  Like that\n\n  The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb\n  The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb\n  The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb\n  The blow, the blow, the blow, the blow\n\n  The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb\n  The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb\n  The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb\n  The blow, the blow, the blow, the blow\n\n  I got the weed for the low\n  Them pills for the low\n  That blow for the low\n  Young nigga yeen know\n  When I ride I roll high\n  Man and I ain't tellin' no lie\n  When that shit get in my brain\n  I grip the grain and fly by\n  Say 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Memphis, The A, the North, the South\n[02:51.05] Is on the grind, we will not quit\n[02:52.48] The under-underground rap smoke out full of green\n[02:55.83] Fuck what you heard bitch\n[02:58.26] Yeah I'm back up on the scene\n[02:59.35] If you want to get high you should fuck with Gangsta Boo\n[03:03.79] I be turnin niggas out watch how quick I turn you\n[03:04.62] Into a smoked out, loced out, freaky motherfucker\n[03:08.76] On that Ex'd out, passed out\n[03:11.07] While I put another on the\n[03:12.85] The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb\n[03:15.96] The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb\n[03:19.50] The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb\n[03:24.77] The blow, the blow, the blow, the blow\n[03:26.03] The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb\n[03:31.70] The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb\n[03:32.47] The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb\n[03:37.25] The blow, the blow, the blow, the blow\n[03:38.52] I been gettin' in that work\n[03:45.00] I got pounds of that work\n[03:45.45] I'm 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If you wanna get high, you should\n  Fuck wit gangsta boo, I be turning niggas out,\n  Watch how quick I turn you into a\n  Smoked out, locked out, freaky\n  Motherfucker, on that exed out passed out,\n  While I pout another on da...\n\n  Da blow ...\n  Da pills...\n  Da yak...\n  Da herb...\n  Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow\n\n  Da blow ...\n  Da pills...\n  Da yak...\n  Da herb...\n  Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow\n\n  Da blow ...\n  Da pills...\n  Da yak...\n  Da herb...\n  Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow\n\n  Da blow ...\n  Da pills...\n  Da yak...\n  Da herb...\n  Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow\n\n  Da blow ...\n  Da pills...\n  Da yak...\n  Da herb...\n  Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow\n\n  I been getting in that work\n  I got pounds on this perc\n  I'm a pimp bitch fuck you pull up\n  Your own skirt, skirt we don't give\n  A fuck, 26's on the truck,\n  Fuck around 'til you show up, we\n  Gon' tear this bitch up, I 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Cause don't be talking that shit, the\n  Shit that I get, you bitches can't get,\n  The measure the A the north and\n  The south, is on the ground, the\n  Under under ground ground smoked out,\n  Fulla green, fuck what you heard\n  Bitch yeah I'm back up on the scene,\n  If you wanna get high, you should\n  Fuck wit gangsta boo, I be turning niggas out,\n  Watch how quick I turn you into a\n  Smoked out, locked out, freaky\n  Motherfucker, on that exed out passed out,\n  While I pout another on da...\n\n  Da blow ...\n  Da pills...\n  Da yak...\n  Da herb...\n  Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow\n\n  Da blow ...\n  Da pills...\n  Da yak...\n  Da herb...\n  Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow\n\n  Da blow ...\n  Da pills...\n  Da yak...\n  Da herb...\n  Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow\n\n  Da blow ...\n  Da pills...\n  Da yak...\n  Da herb...\n  Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow\n\n  Da blow ...\n  Da pills...\n  Da yak...\n  Da herb...\n  Da blow, 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