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I got no idea\nShe hopped in the Porsche, she said Ave Maria\nTook me to church, now she wont return\nGave a little something, now she's asking for more\nShe like my style, but my name ain't Harry\nKeep your shades on because It will get blurry\nLightskin dominican Halle Berry\nToo laid back, wild and dirty\nNo negotiations, just wait in the lobby\nOut in la romana bitch, this is a hobby\nDon't get too close or I'll burn your body\nShe took my soul, she call's me daddy\n\nAve María, quién es María?\nElla lo mueve como un cuero de eleven\nEse culo lo tengo en la mente\nAqui con mi gente, gente\nEstamos bebiendo, estamos tomando\nTodo esto cueros, lo tengo fumando\nRobert Wayne, tostone, tan matando\nToda esta gente la tengo mirando\n\nI'm going to keep on stunting, you are going to keep on running\nDon't play games, you won't take it from me\nShe acting all bad, she said play bad bunny\nWait a second, do you love me?\n\nTake it, take it, take it, take it\nTake it from the top\nThe block on fire, but we will never stop\nMaria has gone crazy, you better call the cops\nIf you waste her time, you will get dropped\nOr you will get popped, or you will be caught\nTook it all back to the candy shop\nShe looking like a dime riding all on top\nIts twelve o'clock, bring the shots\n\nQuién es María?, quién es María?, quién es María?\nWoah, quién es María?, María, María\nQuién es María?, María, María\nQuién es María?\n\nYo no quiero más pleitos, yo no quiero más mentiras\nDime la verdad y dime quién te tira\nEl que se meta, lo dejamos en la esquina\n\nYo en gucci, tu en fila\nTu mujer yo le metí milla\nSoy una estrella, mira la prenda\nMaria le doy huevo no es mia\n\nNo es mia, no es mia, no es mia\nNo es mia, no es mia, no es mia\n\nNo, no puede ser\nPero tú sigues con María?","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.54] Pero coño Roberto dime quién es María?\n[00:04.81] Quién es María muchacho\n[00:09.56] Woah, woah, woah\n[00:13.38] Lil tostone\n[00:14.36] Dime a ver Robert Wayne\n[00:16.29] Quién es María?, quién es María?, quién es María?\n[00:19.17] Woah\n[00:20.36] Quién es María?, quién es María?, quién es María?\n[00:23.28] Woah, woah\n[00:24.24] Quién es María?, quién es María?, quién es María?\n[00:27.32] Woah, woah\n[00:28.42] Quién es María?, quién es María?, quién es María?\n[00:31.38] Woah\n[00:32.48] Who is Maria? I got no idea\n[00:34.24] She hopped in the Porsche, she said Ave Maria\n[00:36.36] Took me to church, now she wont return\n[00:38.35] Gave a little something, now she's asking for more\n[00:40.24] She like my style, but my name ain't Harry\n[00:42.40] Keep your shades on because It will get blurry\n[00:44.36] Lightskin dominican Halle Berry\n[00:46.31] Too laid back, wild and dirty\n[00:48.47] No negotiations, just wait in the lobby\n[00:50.43] Out in la romana bitch, this is a hobby\n[00:52.38] Don't get too close or I'll burn your body\n[00:54.51] She took my soul, she call's me daddy\n[00:56.54] Ave María, quién es María?\n[00:58.62] Ella lo mueve como un cuero de eleven\n[01:00.71] Ese culo lo tengo en la mente\n[01:02.86] Aqui con mi gente, gente\n[01:04.76] Estamos bebiendo, estamos tomando\n[01:06.95] Todo esto cueros, lo tengo fumando\n[01:08.82] Robert Wayne, tostone, tan matando\n[01:10.97] Toda esta gente la tengo mirando\n[01:12.72] I'm going to keep on stunting, you are going to keep on running\n[01:14.89] Don't play games, you won't take it from me\n[01:16.83] She acting all bad, she said play bad bunny\n[01:18.92] Wait a second, do you love me?\n[01:21.27] Take it, take it, take it, take it\n[01:22.39] Take it from the top\n[01:23.10] The block on fire, but we will never stop\n[01:25.11] Maria has gone crazy, you better call the cops\n[01:27.02] If you waste her time, you will get dropped\n[01:29.02] Or you will get popped, or you will be caught\n[01:31.10] Took it all back to the candy shop\n[01:33.29] She looking like a dime riding all on top\n[01:35.26] Its twelve o'clock, bring the shots\n[01:37.46] Quién es María?, quién es María?, quién es María?\n[01:40.64] Woah, quién es María?, María, María\n[01:42.61] Quién es María?, María, María\n[01:44.57] Quién es María?\n[01:47.41] Yo no quiero más pleitos, yo no quiero más mentiras\n[01:49.72] Dime la verdad y dime quién te tira\n[01:51.44] El que se meta, lo dejamos en la esquina\n[01:53.64] Yo en gucci, tu en fila\n[01:55.71] Tu mujer yo le metí milla\n[01:57.75] Soy una estrella, mira la prenda\n[01:59.88] Maria le doy huevo no es mia\n[02:01.83] No es mia, no es mia, no es mia\n[02:04.96] No es mia, no es mia, no es mia\n[02:12.05] No, no puede ser\n[02:15.19] Pero tú sigues con María?\n[02:18.22] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Quién es María? 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I got no idea\n She hopped in the Porsche, she said Ave Maria\n Took me to church, now she wont return\n Gave a little something, now she's asking for more\n She like my style, but my name ain't Harry\n Keep your shades on because It will get blurry\n Lightskin dominican Halle Berry\n Too laid back, wild and dirty\n No negotiations, just wait in the lobby\n Out in la romana bitch, this is a hobby\n Don't get too close or I'll burn your body\n She took my soul, she call's me daddy\n\n Ave María, quién es María?\n Ella lo mueve como un cuero de eleven\n Ese culo lo tengo en la mente\n Aqui con mi gente, gente\n Estamos bebiendo, estamos tomando\n Todo esto cueros, lo tengo fumando\n Robert Wayne, tostone, tan matando\n Toda esta gente la tengo mirando\n\n I'm going to keep on stunting, you are going to keep on running\n Don't play games, you won't take it from me\n She acting all bad, she said play bad bunny\n Wait a second, do you love me?\n\n Take it, take it, take it, take it\n Take 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mañana\nCan't nothin' come between me and money but commas\nI don't need the drama, you don't need the violence\nHighway to heaven, I'm callin' the driver\n\nI went from boys to men overnight\nNow ask all these boys who the prototype\nI light up some weddin' cake, smoke a slice\nGot all this weddin' cake with no wife\n\nLight a candle, it's my birthday\nNo party, it's a workday\nGotta work harder, that's the cliché\nAnd there's no tomorrow, said that yesterday\n\nAnd though life can be bittersweet\nNo company for the misery\nI just light me an L'y and cut on Bocelli\nLike take me straight to Sicily\n\nFeelin' free like a bird\nNo words, Kenny G\nNever knew I was mental\n'Til I shot myself unaccidentally\n\nBut things change, stay the same\nStand still as the Earth spins\nCold world, ice cream\nProm queen, prom fiend\nShe leans, party girl\nWake up in the underworld\n\nIn the City of Angels\nDemons, lovers\nBeginners, finishers\nTell me who you are\n\nUh-uh, 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to the projects where we made it\n[00:54.08] We don't gotta walk to the well\n[00:55.25] Got a faucet, a toilet, a bed, and a sheet\n[00:56.93] Crowd around a oven just for the heat\n[00:59.87] Though life could be bittersweet\n[01:01.47] I'm Kool G with the symphony\n[01:02.95] Best friend standin' next to me\n[01:04.77] Soul shift, watch him quantum leap\n[01:06.56] Mikhael with the angels\n[01:08.75] Deep sleep like he Michael\n[01:10.46] Never knew he was mental\n[01:11.62] 'Til the Joker put one in de Niro, yeah\n[01:13.89] Things change, stay the same\n[01:15.94] Stand still as the Earth spins\n[01:17.95] Cold world, codeine\n[01:19.64] Prom queen, prom fiend\n[01:21.68] She leans, party girl\n[01:23.43] Wake up in the underworld\n[01:24.92] In the City of Angels\n[01:27.34] Demons, lovers\n[01:29.00] Killers, sinners\n[01:31.08] Tell me who you are\n[01:42.27] Uh, uh, mm\n[01:50.22] Uh, Ave Maria, hold on to my rosary\n[01:52.43] I'm keepin' it close to me\n[01:54.02] Workin' my 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No velvet, just a dirt cake\n Cemetery was my play pen\n Come meet my imaginary friends\n\n My daddy, he Haitian like Basquiat father\n So every time I write, I'm paintin' a picture\n Some family took a boat to get to Brooklyn\n But they never made it, I cried me a ocean\n\n I went from boys to men overnight\n So hard to say goodbye on a flight\n Two twins look like God pillars\n First time seen the skyscraper\n\n Tall woman with a big torch\n Welcome to Liberty, New York\n God city with the devil's alley\n Keep the crucifixion 'cause the demon on me\n\n Headed to the projects where we made it\n We don't gotta walk to the well\n Got a faucet, a toilet, a bed, and a sheet\n Crowd around a oven just for the heat\n\n Though life could be bittersweet\n I'm Kool G with the symphony\n Best friend standin' next to me\n Soul shift, watch him quantum leap\n\n Mikhael with the angels\n Deep sleep like he Michael\n Never knew he was mental\n 'Til the Joker put one in de Niro, yeah\n\n Things 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sheet\nCrowd around a oven just for the heat\n\nThough life could be bittersweet\nI'm Kool G with the symphony\nBest friend standin' next to me\nSoul shift, watch him quantum leap\n\nMikhael with the angels\nDeep sleep like he Michael\nNever knew he was mental\n'Til the Joker put one in de Niro, yeah\n\nThings change, stay the same\nStand still as the Earth spins\nCold world, codeine\nProm queen, prom fiend\nShe leans, party girl\nWake up in the underworld\n\nIn the City of Angels\nDemons, lovers\nKillers, sinners\nTell me who you are\n\nUh, uh, mm\n\nUh, Ave Maria, hold on to my rosary\nI'm keepin' it close to me\nWorkin' my sorcery\nI need love like Courtney, most importantly\n\nSanta Maria, got blood on my rosary\nBut that's how it's supposed to be\nBirth of a culture\nI walk outta the delivery room with blood all over me\n\nI love you, Miss Cita, like Mother Theresa\nAnd every time I pray, I never forget her\nMy daddy a heathen, he beat on my mama\nSo every time I see her face, I 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are\n\nUh, uh, mm\n\nUh, Ave Maria, hold on to my rosary\nI'm keepin' it close to me\nWorkin' my sorcery\nI need love like Courtney, most importantly\n\nSanta Maria, got blood on my rosary\nBut that's how it's supposed to be\nBirth of a culture\nI walk outta the delivery room with blood all over me\n\nI love you, Miss Cita, like Mother Theresa\nAnd every time I pray, I never forget her\nMy daddy a heathen, he beat on my mama\nSo every time I see her face, I kiss it\n\nThey love you this evenin', they hate you mañana\nCan't nothin' come between me and money but commas\nI don't need the drama, you don't need the violence\nHighway to heaven, I'm callin' the driver\n\nI went from boys to men overnight\nNow ask all these boys who the prototype\nI light up some weddin' cake, smoke a slice\nGot all this weddin' cake with no wife\n\nLight a candle, it's my birthday\nNo party, it's a workday\nGotta work harder, that's the cliché\nAnd there's no tomorrow, said that yesterday\n\nAnd though life 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one in de Niro, yeah\n[01:13.83] Things change, stay the same\n[01:15.96] Stand still as the Earth spins\n[01:17.90] Cold world, codeine\n[01:19.62] Prom queen, prom fiend\n[01:21.62] She leans, party girl\n[01:23.45] Wake up in the underworld\n[01:24.92] In the City of Angels\n[01:27.36] Demons, lovers\n[01:29.00] Killers, sinners\n[01:31.09] Tell me who you are\n[01:34.16] \n[01:42.25] Uh, uh, mm\n[01:50.28] Uh, Ave Maria, hold on to my rosary\n[01:52.49] I'm keepin' it close to me\n[01:54.05] Workin' my sorcery\n[01:55.24] I need love like Courtney, most importantly\n[01:57.34] Santa Maria, got blood on my rosary\n[01:59.64] But that's how it's supposed to be\n[02:00.74] Birth of a culture\n[02:01.98] I walk outta the delivery room with blood all over me\n[02:03.94] I love you, Miss Cita, like Mother Theresa\n[02:06.21] And every time I pray, I never forget her\n[02:07.87] My daddy a heathen, he beat on my mama\n[02:09.52] So every time I see her face, I kiss it\n[02:11.32] They 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outta the delivery room with blood all over me\n start_ms: 121980\n end_ms: 123940\n- text: I love you, Miss Cita, like Mother Theresa\n start_ms: 123940\n end_ms: 126210\n- text: And every time I pray, I never forget her\n start_ms: 126210\n end_ms: 127870\n- text: My daddy a heathen, he beat on my mama\n start_ms: 127870\n end_ms: 129520\n- text: So every time I see her face, I kiss it\n start_ms: 129520\n end_ms: 131320\n- text: They love you this evenin', they hate you mañana\n start_ms: 131320\n end_ms: 132940\n- text: Can't nothin' come between me and money but commas\n start_ms: 132940\n end_ms: 134660\n- text: I don't need the drama, you don't need the violence\n start_ms: 134660\n end_ms: 136370\n- text: Highway to heaven, I'm callin' the driver\n start_ms: 136370\n end_ms: 138090\n- text: I went from boys to men overnight\n start_ms: 138090\n end_ms: 139880\n- text: Now ask all these boys who the prototype\n start_ms: 139880\n end_ms: 141520\n- text: I light up some weddin' 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myself unaccidentally'\n start_ms: 163570\n end_ms: 165360\n- text: But things change, stay the same\n start_ms: 165360\n end_ms: 167170\n- text: Stand still as the Earth spins\n start_ms: 167170\n end_ms: 168960\n- text: Cold world, ice cream\n start_ms: 168960\n end_ms: 170720\n- text: Prom queen, prom fiend\n start_ms: 170720\n end_ms: 172310\n- text: She leans, party girl\n start_ms: 172310\n end_ms: 174050\n- text: Wake up in the underworld\n start_ms: 174050\n end_ms: 175440\n- text: In the City of Angels\n start_ms: 175440\n end_ms: 177480\n- text: Demons, lovers\n start_ms: 177480\n end_ms: 179150\n- text: Beginners, finishers\n start_ms: 179150\n end_ms: 180990\n- text: Tell me who you are\n start_ms: 180990\n end_ms: 184420\n- text: Uh-uh, uh-uh\n start_ms: 184420\n end_ms: 186280\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 186280\nplain: |-\n Listen\n\n Ave Maria, I hold on to my rosary\n We come and go like we leaves\n As it was written, shall it be done\n I was born in the Croix-des-Bouquets slums\n\n Light a candle, it's my birthday\n No velvet, just a dirt cake\n Cemetery was my play pen\n Come meet my imaginary friends\n\n My daddy, he Haitian like Basquiat father\n So every time I write, I'm paintin' a picture\n Some family took a boat to get to Brooklyn\n But they never made it, I cried me a ocean\n\n I went from boys to men overnight\n So hard to say goodbye on a flight\n Two twins look like God pillars\n First time seen the skyscraper\n\n Tall woman with a big torch\n Welcome to Liberty, New York\n God city with the devil's alley\n Keep the crucifixion 'cause the demon on me\n\n Headed to the projects where we made it\n We don't gotta walk to the well\n Got a faucet, a toilet, a bed, and a sheet\n Crowd around a oven just for the heat\n\n Though life could be bittersweet\n I'm Kool G with the symphony\n Best friend standin' next to me\n Soul shift, watch him quantum leap\n\n Mikhael with the angels\n Deep sleep like he Michael\n Never knew he was mental\n 'Til the Joker put one in de Niro, yeah\n\n Things change, stay the same\n Stand still as the Earth spins\n Cold world, codeine\n Prom queen, prom fiend\n She leans, party girl\n Wake up in the underworld\n\n In the City of Angels\n Demons, lovers\n Killers, sinners\n Tell me who you are\n\n Uh, uh, mm\n\n Uh, Ave Maria, hold on to my rosary\n I'm keepin' it close to me\n Workin' my sorcery\n I need love like Courtney, most importantly\n\n Santa Maria, got blood on my rosary\n But that's how it's supposed to be\n Birth of a culture\n I walk outta the delivery room with blood all over me\n\n I love you, Miss Cita, like Mother Theresa\n And every time I pray, I never forget her\n My daddy a heathen, he beat on my mama\n So every time I see her face, I kiss it\n\n They love you this evenin', they hate you mañana\n Can't nothin' come between me and money but commas\n I don't need the drama, you don't need the violence\n Highway to heaven, I'm callin' the driver\n\n I went from boys to men overnight\n Now ask all these boys who the prototype\n I light up some weddin' cake, smoke a slice\n Got all this weddin' cake with no wife\n\n Light a candle, it's my birthday\n No party, it's a workday\n Gotta work harder, that's the cliché\n And there's no tomorrow, said that yesterday\n\n And though life can be bittersweet\n No company for the misery\n I just light me an L'y and cut on Bocelli\n Like take me straight to Sicily\n\n Feelin' free like a bird\n No words, Kenny G\n Never knew I was mental\n 'Til I shot myself unaccidentally\n\n But things change, stay the same\n Stand still as the Earth spins\n Cold world, ice cream\n Prom queen, prom fiend\n She leans, party girl\n Wake up in the underworld\n\n In the City of Angels\n Demons, lovers\n Beginners, finishers\n Tell me who you are\n\n Uh-uh, uh-uh\n"}]