[{"id":23893357,"name":"New Orleans Magic","trackName":"New Orleans Magic","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"Lil.Wayne-Steady.Mobbin'-(Bootleg)-2009-[NoFS]","duration":111.542857,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This is the archetypal rock sound...\n\nOk this really ain't no rock shit, but uhm, ahem, ah, LET'S GO!\nHOLLYGROVE MONSTER NEW ORLEANS MANIAC\nSHOOT A NIGGA UP UNTIL HIS WHOLE BODY AIN'T ATTACHED\n\nHi, my name is best rapper alive\nAnd your mouth is the best crapper alive\nCuz you talk shit, I get hit and walk it off\nLike fuck that, then I just spit like barking dogs\nCall it bust back, attitude like fuck em all\nAnd I'm greezy and your boyfriend is a butterball\nWhat's geezy, I mean what's good, bitch is you blind\nCheck my watch bet it be money all the time\nSunny on the side where I stay at\nWhere MIA at?\nI get pussy every time I say that\nIn the game room, I don't play that\nBitch nigga get laid down where he lay at\nAK at your front doh\nYoung Zo\nYou can ask Brisco\nShoot til my wrist soh\nCoupe wit a bitch low\nWho put the slickpull\nI'm tired of the south, so in your mouth is where the dick go\nYeahh...\nThey like it when I say yeah huh\nAnd your boyfriend's a tampon\nAnd I don't own land baby\nI own the land mines\nSo step on my land and catch a bomb like Anquan\nWeezy F. and the F is for franchise\nYou lookin at me is like you're lookin through ant eyes\nYoung Money can't die, bitch we like Hancock\nYeah I'm a Martian watchu sayin Spock\nI turn your beef into a ham hot\nThen I put it in a pan pot\nShoot til my hand hot\n\nI can't hear you sayin stop\nI hear Nina sayin pop\nI hear choppers sayin chop\nI hear niggas screamin and shit\nLike I said holla at ya boy bitch\nBut holla at ya boy bitch\nI'm the boy bitch\nNot ya boy bitch\nCuz ya boy a Bitch!\n\nYoung Moola Crazy:]\nEastside Loco, ya sweet like cocoa\nAnd you can get yo ass beat fast like go go\nMass on my face, low pro that a low show\nShoot a rapper when his album drop give em promo\nYa clown like bozo, they ask him bout the group shit it's time to get the loop bitch I had to go solo\n\nYo bitch all on me, you betta watch ya hoe though\nShe wanna come kick it like a dojo. Uh oh\nSlick nigga fuck em then I drop em like a low low\nBitch want money like mils no no no\nNigga if you hatin suck a dick no homo\nBoy I keep it gutter like bo-bos\nYeah I'm doin what I do so nigga just do you\nAnd my gun nicknamed minaj she do too\nNigga welcome to the young money age zoo crew\nWe starvin and you could get ate like zoo-zoos\n\nNiggas boo hoo cry muthafucker I'm heartless\nI'll break bones and cartilage\nYou are just a mark muthafucker I'm a marksman\nAnd I'm all about the green like boston\nPardon me nigga I'm talkin wreckless\nYou walk into a gun fight, knife no vest bitch you crazy\nJust like the ice you wearin yo fugaze\nPut em in the dirt make em push a few daisies\n\n80's baby, soon to be rich nigga, king kong beatin on my chest on you bitch niggas\nPaper I'm after so I'm on your ass now\nYoung money mothafucking cash cow","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: New Orleans Magic\n  artist: Lil Wayne\n  album: Lil.Wayne-Steady.Mobbin'-(Bootleg)-2009-[NoFS]\n  duration_ms: 111543\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  This is the archetypal rock sound...\n\n  Ok this really ain't no rock shit, but uhm, ahem, ah, LET'S GO!\n  HOLLYGROVE MONSTER NEW ORLEANS MANIAC\n  SHOOT A NIGGA UP UNTIL HIS WHOLE BODY AIN'T ATTACHED\n\n  Hi, my name is best rapper alive\n  And your mouth is the best crapper alive\n  Cuz you talk shit, I get hit and walk it off\n  Like fuck that, then I just spit like barking dogs\n  Call it bust back, attitude like fuck em all\n  And I'm greezy and your boyfriend is a butterball\n  What's geezy, I mean what's good, bitch is you blind\n  Check my watch bet it be money all the time\n  Sunny on the side where I stay at\n  Where MIA at?\n  I get pussy every time I say that\n  In the game room, I don't play that\n  Bitch nigga get laid down where he lay at\n  AK at your front doh\n  Young Zo\n  You can ask Brisco\n  Shoot til my wrist soh\n  Coupe wit a bitch low\n  Who put the slickpull\n  I'm tired of the south, so in your mouth is where the dick go\n  Yeahh...\n  They like it when I say yeah huh\n  And your boyfriend's a tampon\n  And I don't own land baby\n  I own the land mines\n  So step on my land and catch a bomb like Anquan\n  Weezy F. and the F is for franchise\n  You lookin at me is like you're lookin through ant eyes\n  Young Money can't die, bitch we like Hancock\n  Yeah I'm a Martian watchu sayin Spock\n  I turn your beef into a ham hot\n  Then I put it in a pan pot\n  Shoot til my hand hot\n\n  I can't hear you sayin stop\n  I hear Nina sayin pop\n  I hear choppers sayin chop\n  I hear niggas screamin and shit\n  Like I said holla at ya boy bitch\n  But holla at ya boy bitch\n  I'm the boy bitch\n  Not ya boy bitch\n  Cuz ya boy a Bitch!\n\n  Young Moola Crazy:]\n  Eastside Loco, ya sweet like cocoa\n  And you can get yo ass beat fast like go go\n  Mass on my face, low pro that a low show\n  Shoot a rapper when his album drop give em promo\n  Ya clown like bozo, they ask him bout the group shit it's time to get the loop bitch I had to go solo\n\n  Yo bitch all on me, you betta watch ya hoe though\n  She wanna come kick it like a dojo. Uh oh\n  Slick nigga fuck em then I drop em like a low low\n  Bitch want money like mils no no no\n  Nigga if you hatin suck a dick no homo\n  Boy I keep it gutter like bo-bos\n  Yeah I'm doin what I do so nigga just do you\n  And my gun nicknamed minaj she do too\n  Nigga welcome to the young money age zoo crew\n  We starvin and you could get ate like zoo-zoos\n\n  Niggas boo hoo cry muthafucker I'm heartless\n  I'll break bones and cartilage\n  You are just a mark muthafucker I'm a marksman\n  And I'm all about the green like boston\n  Pardon me nigga I'm talkin wreckless\n  You walk into a gun fight, knife no vest bitch you crazy\n  Just like the ice you wearin yo fugaze\n  Put em in the dirt make em push a few daisies\n\n  80's baby, soon to be rich nigga, king kong beatin on my chest on you bitch niggas\n  Paper I'm after so I'm on your ass now\n  Young money mothafucking cash cow\n"},{"id":4894159,"name":"New Orleans Magic","trackName":"New Orleans Magic","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"The Weezy Effects 2","duration":111.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This is the archetypal rock sound...\n\nOk this really ain't no rock shit, but uhm, ahem, ah, LET'S GO!\nHOLLYGROVE MONSTER NEW ORLEANS MANIAC\nSHOOT A NIGGA UP UNTIL HIS WHOLE BODY AIN'T ATTACHED\n\nHi, my name is best rapper alive\nAnd your mouth is the best crapper alive\nCuz you talk shit, I get hit and walk it off\nLike fuck that, then I just spit like barking dogs\nCall it bust back, attitude like fuck em all\nAnd I'm greezy and your boyfriend is a butterball\nWhat's geezy, I mean what's good, bitch is you blind\nCheck my watch bet it be money all the time\nSunny on the side where I stay at\nWhere MIA at?\nI get pussy every time I say that\nIn the game room, I don't play that\nBitch nigga get laid down where he lay at\nAK at your front doh\nYoung Zo\nYou can ask Brisco\nShoot til my wrist soh\nCoupe wit a bitch low\nWho put the slickpull\nI'm tired of the south, so in your mouth is where the dick go\nYeahh...\nThey like it when I say yeah huh\nAnd your boyfriend's a tampon\nAnd I don't own land baby\nI own the land mines\nSo step on my land and catch a bomb like Anquan\nWeezy F. and the F is for franchise\nYou lookin at me is like you're lookin through ant eyes\nYoung Money can't die, bitch we like Hancock\nYeah I'm a Martian watchu sayin Spock\nI turn your beef into a ham hot\nThen I put it in a pan pot\nShoot til my hand hot\n\nI can't hear you sayin stop\nI hear Nina sayin pop\nI hear choppers sayin chop\nI hear niggas screamin and shit\nLike I said holla at ya boy bitch\nBut holla at ya boy bitch\nI'm the boy bitch\nNot ya boy bitch\nCuz ya boy a Bitch!\n\nYoung Moola Crazy:]\nEastside Loco, ya sweet like cocoa\nAnd you can get yo ass beat fast like go go\nMass on my face, low pro that a low show\nShoot a rapper when his album drop give em promo\nYa clown like bozo, they ask him bout the group shit it's time to get the loop bitch I had to go solo\n\nYo bitch all on me, you betta watch ya hoe though\nShe wanna come kick it like a dojo. Uh oh\nSlick nigga fuck em then I drop em like a low low\nBitch want money like mils no no no\nNigga if you hatin suck a dick no homo\nBoy I keep it gutter like bo-bos\nYeah I'm doin what I do so nigga just do you\nAnd my gun nicknamed minaj she do too\nNigga welcome to the young money age zoo crew\nWe starvin and you could get ate like zoo-zoos\n\nNiggas boo hoo cry muthafucker I'm heartless\nI'll break bones and cartilage\nYou are just a mark muthafucker I'm a marksman\nAnd I'm all about the green like boston\nPardon me nigga I'm talkin wreckless\nYou walk into a gun fight, knife no vest bitch you crazy\nJust like the ice you wearin yo fugaze\nPut em in the dirt make em push a few daisies\n\n80's baby, soon to be rich nigga, king kong beatin on my chest on you bitch niggas\nPaper I'm after so I'm on your ass now\nYoung money mothafucking cash cow","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: New Orleans Magic\n  artist: Lil Wayne\n  album: The Weezy Effects 2\n  duration_ms: 111000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  This is the archetypal rock sound...\n\n  Ok this really ain't no rock shit, but uhm, ahem, ah, LET'S GO!\n  HOLLYGROVE MONSTER NEW ORLEANS MANIAC\n  SHOOT A NIGGA UP UNTIL HIS WHOLE BODY AIN'T ATTACHED\n\n  Hi, my name is best rapper alive\n  And your mouth is the best crapper alive\n  Cuz you talk shit, I get hit and walk it off\n  Like fuck that, then I just spit like barking dogs\n  Call it bust back, attitude like fuck em all\n  And I'm greezy and your boyfriend is a butterball\n  What's geezy, I mean what's good, bitch is you blind\n  Check my watch bet it be money all the time\n  Sunny on the side where I stay at\n  Where MIA at?\n  I get pussy every time I say that\n  In the game room, I don't play that\n  Bitch nigga get laid down where he lay at\n  AK at your front doh\n  Young Zo\n  You can ask Brisco\n  Shoot til my wrist soh\n  Coupe wit a bitch low\n  Who put the slickpull\n  I'm tired of the south, so in your mouth is where the dick go\n  Yeahh...\n  They like it when I say yeah huh\n  And your boyfriend's a tampon\n  And I don't own land baby\n  I own the land mines\n  So step on my land and catch a bomb like Anquan\n  Weezy F. and the F is for franchise\n  You lookin at me is like you're lookin through ant eyes\n  Young Money can't die, bitch we like Hancock\n  Yeah I'm a Martian watchu sayin Spock\n  I turn your beef into a ham hot\n  Then I put it in a pan pot\n  Shoot til my hand hot\n\n  I can't hear you sayin stop\n  I hear Nina sayin pop\n  I hear choppers sayin chop\n  I hear niggas screamin and shit\n  Like I said holla at ya boy bitch\n  But holla at ya boy bitch\n  I'm the boy bitch\n  Not ya boy bitch\n  Cuz ya boy a Bitch!\n\n  Young Moola Crazy:]\n  Eastside Loco, ya sweet like cocoa\n  And you can get yo ass beat fast like go go\n  Mass on my face, low pro that a low show\n  Shoot a rapper when his album drop give em promo\n  Ya clown like bozo, they ask him bout the group shit it's time to get the loop bitch I had to go solo\n\n  Yo bitch all on me, you betta watch ya hoe though\n  She wanna come kick it like a dojo. Uh oh\n  Slick nigga fuck em then I drop em like a low low\n  Bitch want money like mils no no no\n  Nigga if you hatin suck a dick no homo\n  Boy I keep it gutter like bo-bos\n  Yeah I'm doin what I do so nigga just do you\n  And my gun nicknamed minaj she do too\n  Nigga welcome to the young money age zoo crew\n  We starvin and you could get ate like zoo-zoos\n\n  Niggas boo hoo cry muthafucker I'm heartless\n  I'll break bones and cartilage\n  You are just a mark muthafucker I'm a marksman\n  And I'm all about the green like boston\n  Pardon me nigga I'm talkin wreckless\n  You walk into a gun fight, knife no vest bitch you crazy\n  Just like the ice you wearin yo fugaze\n  Put em in the dirt make em push a few daisies\n\n  80's baby, soon to be rich nigga, king kong beatin on my chest on you bitch niggas\n  Paper I'm after so I'm on your ass now\n  Young money mothafucking cash cow\n"},{"id":17755513,"name":"New Orleans Magic","trackName":"New Orleans Magic","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"The Weezy Effect 2","duration":111.34975,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This is the archetypal rock sound...\n\nok this really ain't no rock shit, but uhm, ahem, ah, LET'S GO!\nHOLLYGROVE MONSTER NEW ORLEANS MANIAC\nSHOOT A NIGGA UP UNTIL HIS WHOLE BODY AIN'T ATTACHED\n\nHi, my name is best rapper alive\nAnd your mouth is the best crapper alive\nCuz you talk shit, I get hit and walk it off\nLike fuck that, then I just spit like barking dogs\nCall it bust back, attitude like fuck em all\nAnd I'm greezy and your boyfriend is a butterball\nWhat's geezy, I mean what's good, bitch is you blind\nCheck my watch bet it be money all the time\nSunny on the side where I stay at\nWhere MIA at?\nI get pussy every time I say that\nIn the game room, I don't play that\nBitch nigga get laid down where he lay at\nAK at your front doh\nYoung Zo\nYou can ask Brisco\nShoot til my wrist soh\nCoupe wit a bitch low\nWho put the slickpull\nI'm tired of the south, so in your mouth is where the dick go\nYeahh...\nThey like it when I say yeah huh\nAnd your boyfriend's a tampon\nAnd I don't own land baby\nI own the land mines\nSo step on my land and catch a bomb like Anquan\nWeezy F. and the F is for franchise\nYou lookin at me is like you're lookin through ant eyes\nYoung Money can't die, bitch we like Hancock\nYeah I'm a Martian watchu sayin Spock\nI turn your beef into a ham hot\nThen I put it in a pan pot\nShoot til my hand hot\n\nI can't hear you sayin stop\nI hear Nina sayin pop\nI hear choppers sayin chop\nI hear niggas screamin and shit\nLike I said holla at ya boy bitch\nBut holla at ya boy bitch\nI'm the boy bitch\nNot ya boy bitch\nCuz ya boy a Bitch!\n\nYoung Moola Crazy:]\nEastside Loco, ya sweet like cocoa\nAnd you can get yo ass beat fast like go go\nMass on my face, low pro that a low show\nShoot a rapper when his album drop give em promo\nYa clown like bozo, they ask him bout the group shit it's time to get the loop bitch I had to go solo\n\nYo bitch all on me, you betta watch ya hoe though\nShe wanna come kick it like a dojo. Uh oh\nSlick nigga fuck em then I drop em like a low low\nBitch want money like mils no no no\nNigga if you hatin suck a dick no homo\nBoy I keep it gutter like bo-bos\nYeah I'm doin what I do so nigga just do you\nAnd my gun nicknamed minaj she do too\nNigga welcome to the young money age zoo crew\nWe starvin and you could get ate like zoo-zoos\n\nNiggas boo hoo cry muthafucker I'm heartless\nI'll break bones and cartilage\nYou are just a mark muthafucker I'm a marksman\nAnd I'm all about the green like boston\nPardon me nigga I'm talkin wreckless\nYou walk into a gun fight, knife no vest bitch you crazy\nJust like the ice you wearin yo fugaze\nPut em in the dirt make em push a few daisies\n\n80's baby, soon to be rich nigga, king kong beatin on my chest on you bitch niggas\nPaper I'm after so I'm on your ass now\nYoung money mothafucking cash cow","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: New Orleans Magic\n  artist: Lil Wayne\n  album: The Weezy Effect 2\n  duration_ms: 111350\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  This is the archetypal rock sound...\n\n  ok this really ain't no rock shit, but uhm, ahem, ah, LET'S GO!\n  HOLLYGROVE MONSTER NEW ORLEANS MANIAC\n  SHOOT A NIGGA UP UNTIL HIS WHOLE BODY AIN'T ATTACHED\n\n  Hi, my name is best rapper alive\n  And your mouth is the best crapper alive\n  Cuz you talk shit, I get hit and walk it off\n  Like fuck that, then I just spit like barking dogs\n  Call it bust back, attitude like fuck em all\n  And I'm greezy and your boyfriend is a butterball\n  What's geezy, I mean what's good, bitch is you blind\n  Check my watch bet it be money all the time\n  Sunny on the side where I stay at\n  Where MIA at?\n  I get pussy every time I say that\n  In the game room, I don't play that\n  Bitch nigga get laid down where he lay at\n  AK at your front doh\n  Young Zo\n  You can ask Brisco\n  Shoot til my wrist soh\n  Coupe wit a bitch low\n  Who put the slickpull\n  I'm tired of the south, so in your mouth is where the dick go\n  Yeahh...\n  They like it when I say yeah huh\n  And your boyfriend's a tampon\n  And I don't own land baby\n  I own the land mines\n  So step on my land and catch a bomb like Anquan\n  Weezy F. and the F is for franchise\n  You lookin at me is like you're lookin through ant eyes\n  Young Money can't die, bitch we like Hancock\n  Yeah I'm a Martian watchu sayin Spock\n  I turn your beef into a ham hot\n  Then I put it in a pan pot\n  Shoot til my hand hot\n\n  I can't hear you sayin stop\n  I hear Nina sayin pop\n  I hear choppers sayin chop\n  I hear niggas screamin and shit\n  Like I said holla at ya boy bitch\n  But holla at ya boy bitch\n  I'm the boy bitch\n  Not ya boy bitch\n  Cuz ya boy a Bitch!\n\n  Young Moola Crazy:]\n  Eastside Loco, ya sweet like cocoa\n  And you can get yo ass beat fast like go go\n  Mass on my face, low pro that a low show\n  Shoot a rapper when his album drop give em promo\n  Ya clown like bozo, they ask him bout the group shit it's time to get the loop bitch I had to go solo\n\n  Yo bitch all on me, you betta watch ya hoe though\n  She wanna come kick it like a dojo. Uh oh\n  Slick nigga fuck em then I drop em like a low low\n  Bitch want money like mils no no no\n  Nigga if you hatin suck a dick no homo\n  Boy I keep it gutter like bo-bos\n  Yeah I'm doin what I do so nigga just do you\n  And my gun nicknamed minaj she do too\n  Nigga welcome to the young money age zoo crew\n  We starvin and you could get ate like zoo-zoos\n\n  Niggas boo hoo cry muthafucker I'm heartless\n  I'll break bones and cartilage\n  You are just a mark muthafucker I'm a marksman\n  And I'm all about the green like boston\n  Pardon me nigga I'm talkin wreckless\n  You walk into a gun fight, knife no vest bitch you crazy\n  Just like the ice you wearin yo fugaze\n  Put em in the dirt make em push a few daisies\n\n  80's baby, soon to be rich nigga, king kong beatin on my chest on you bitch niggas\n  Paper I'm after so I'm on your ass now\n  Young money mothafucking cash cow\n"}]