[{"id":25317420,"name":"M.o.p - Roll Call","trackName":"M.o.p - Roll Call","artistName":"M.o.p","albumName":"Warriorz","duration":243.678188,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"In the year 2000...\n{m-o-p} still bangin\n{firing squad!}\n{the last generation...}\nHey, hey, hey, hey\nAll right let me brake it down one for time for you\nYou motherfuckers\nYo primo hold me down son, cuz we ain't playin no motherfuckin games\n\nFuck the east coast, this is n.y., n.y.\nN-i-n-e, make niggas m-i-a\nAnd I spray a, it's fizzy womack truck\nBitch don't get in my way\nFuck the jail faces, I leave your body for the homicide to trace\nFight along with the shell aces\nHoller if you hear me\nI turn your head into a skeleton skull\nAnd leave it hollow if you hear me\nI keep it funky, understand me son\nI rock my timb's untied, I don't plan to run\n\nNiggas see lil' fame creep thru the back street\nWith my aluminum ass whoopa in the back-seat\nWhat the fuck is this? your van damme flick, that's cute\nBut I'm hear to fuck up your day do\nYes (yes) yes (yes) yo\nI step to my backwood to brown face and start clippin\n\nInternational, bell ringer, ruckus bringer\nDowntown swinga, ss thousand, my index finger\nWe here with the whole squad, first family empire\nFizzy womack (clack-clack) reportin for roll call\nInternational, bell ringer, ruckus bringer\nDowntown swinga, ss thousand, my index finger\nWe here with the whole squad, first family empire\nBert dog (bucka-blaow) reportin for roll call\n\nYo, what if I leave you, will you stand?\nB-i-double l-y-d-a-n-z-e (danze)\nBack with a vengeance, listen mr. simmer\nBefore I throw copper tops through the back of your skimmer\nY'all niggas remember, 1-9-9-3 (m-o-p) what it's goin be\nJust make it loud and clear\nCome here nigga, I can't hear nigga\nI'm deaf in one ear nigga (yeah nigga)\n\nYou cowards are pathetic, if you wonderin if I'm sympathetic\nDon't bet it, you should give me a little credit\nI grew up where it's equivalent to none (none)\nWit blood in my palm (palm), I walk wit my arms (arms)\nHellerin marksmen (uh-huh), in the dark and the punks sparkin & barkin\nAt ease soldier, it's the untouchable type, that you like\nWe burn pipes, it's over\n\nInternational, bell ringer, ruckus bringer\nDowntown swinga, ss thousand, my index finger\nWe here with the whole squad, first family empire\nFizzy womack (clack-clack) reportin for roll call\nInternational, bell ringer, ruckus bringer\nDowntown swinga, ss thousand, my index finger\nWe here with the whole squad, first family empire\nBert dog (bucka-blaow) reportin for roll call\n\nI rip ya body on a nagamichi system\nNigga feel me, I want my goons\nStraight bumpin the tunes of makaveli\nHeaded to queens kid, bumpin some mean shit\nBumps thumps on the side of me, smokin some green shit\n(first fam) feel the premonition son\nWe heavy metal, what's your love? (ghetto prisoners)\nRacka (bung-bung) racka (bung-bung) racka, motherfucker\n\nAiyo we live by the code of the streets\nMove wit our peeps\nSince it's hard to eat, we hardly sleep\nI put my life on the line every step of the way\nIt's for a good cause (for you and yours) of course\nOkay, now that we establish that\nNigga where the fuck that money at\nI know you got it, and I want it jack\nJust give me half of that\nTake the other half and get yourself another pack\nAnd I'll be back for that\n\nInternational, bell ringer, ruckus bringer\nDowntown swinga, ss thousand, my index finger\nWe here with the whole squad, first family empire\nFizzy womack (clack-clack) reportin for roll call\nInternational, bell ringer, ruckus bringer\nDowntown swinga, ss thousand, my index finger\nWe here with the whole squad, first family empire\nBert dog (bucka-blaow) reportin for roll call","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.38] In the year 2000...\n[00:05.64] {m-o-p} still bangin\n[00:08.51] {firing squad!}\n[00:09.67] {the last generation...}\n[00:10.62] Hey, hey, hey, hey\n[00:12.82] All right let me brake it down one for time for you\n[00:16.64] You motherfuckers\n[00:19.26] Yo primo hold me down son, cuz we ain't playin no motherfuckin games\n[00:24.37] Fuck the east coast, this is n.y., n.y.\n[00:27.19] N-i-n-e, make niggas m-i-a\n[00:30.38] And I spray a, it's fizzy womack truck\n[00:32.82] Bitch don't get in my way\n[00:35.32] Fuck the jail faces, I leave your body for the homicide to trace\n[00:38.88] Fight along with the shell aces\n[00:40.68] Holler if you hear me\n[00:42.20] I turn your head into a skeleton skull\n[00:44.20] And leave it hollow if you hear me\n[00:46.16] I keep it funky, understand me son\n[00:48.23] I rock my timb's untied, I don't plan to run\n[00:51.16] Niggas see lil' fame creep thru the back street\n[00:53.92] With my aluminum ass whoopa in the back-seat\n[00:56.65] What the fuck is this? your van damme flick, that's cute\n[01:00.25] But I'm hear to fuck up your day do\n[01:02.18] Yes (yes) yes (yes) yo\n[01:04.57] I step to my backwood to brown face and start clippin\n[01:08.16] International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer\n[01:10.07] Downtown swinga, ss thousand, my index finger\n[01:13.06] We here with the whole squad, first family empire\n[01:15.73] Fizzy womack (clack-clack) reportin for roll call\n[01:18.11] International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer\n[01:20.75] Downtown swinga, ss thousand, my index finger\n[01:23.64] We here with the whole squad, first family empire\n[01:26.18] Bert dog (bucka-blaow) reportin for roll call\n[01:29.15] Yo, what if I leave you, will you stand?\n[01:31.89] B-i-double l-y-d-a-n-z-e (danze)\n[01:34.62] Back with a vengeance, listen mr. simmer\n[01:37.38] Before I throw copper tops through the back of your skimmer\n[01:40.13] Y'all niggas remember, 1-9-9-3 (m-o-p) what it's goin be\n[01:45.68] Just make it loud and clear\n[01:47.65] Come here nigga, I can't hear nigga\n[01:49.23] I'm deaf in one ear nigga (yeah nigga)\n[01:52.17] You cowards are pathetic, if you wonderin if I'm sympathetic\n[01:54.87] Don't bet it, you should give me a little credit\n[01:57.75] I grew up where it's equivalent to none (none)\n[02:00.06] Wit blood in my palm (palm), I walk wit my arms (arms)\n[02:03.36] Hellerin marksmen (uh-huh), in the dark and the punks sparkin & barkin\n[02:07.25] At ease soldier, it's the untouchable type, that you like\n[02:11.06] We burn pipes, it's over\n[02:13.52] International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer\n[02:16.19] Downtown swinga, ss thousand, my index finger\n[02:18.63] We here with the whole squad, first family empire\n[02:21.35] Fizzy womack (clack-clack) reportin for roll call\n[02:24.34] International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer\n[02:26.99] Downtown swinga, ss thousand, my index finger\n[02:28.73] We here with the whole squad, first family empire\n[02:31.22] Bert dog (bucka-blaow) reportin for roll call\n[02:33.74] I rip ya body on a nagamichi system\n[02:35.80] Nigga feel me, I want my goons\n[02:37.58] Straight bumpin the tunes of makaveli\n[02:39.57] Headed to queens kid, bumpin some mean shit\n[02:42.32] Bumps thumps on the side of me, smokin some green shit\n[02:45.33] (first fam) feel the premonition son\n[02:47.72] We heavy metal, what's your love? (ghetto prisoners)\n[02:50.31] Racka (bung-bung) racka (bung-bung) racka, motherfucker\n[02:55.59] Aiyo we live by the code of the streets\n[02:57.31] Move wit our peeps\n[02:58.53] Since it's hard to eat, we hardly sleep\n[03:01.07] I put my life on the line every step of the way\n[03:03.55] It's for a good cause (for you and yours) of course\n[03:06.72] Okay, now that we establish that\n[03:08.42] Nigga where the fuck that money at\n[03:10.18] I know you got it, and I want it jack\n[03:12.19] Just give me half of that\n[03:13.90] Take the other half and get yourself another pack\n[03:16.23] And I'll be back for that\n[03:17.46] International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer\n[03:20.66] Downtown swinga, ss thousand, my index finger\n[03:23.39] We here with the whole squad, first family empire\n[03:25.52] Fizzy womack (clack-clack) reportin for roll call\n[03:28.38] International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer\n[03:31.18] Downtown swinga, ss thousand, my index finger\n[03:34.26] We here with the whole squad, first family empire\n[03:36.43] Bert dog (bucka-blaow) reportin for roll call\n[03:40.03] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: M.o.p - Roll Call\n  artist: M.o.p\n  album: Warriorz\n  duration_ms: 243678\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: In the year 2000...\n  start_ms: 4380\n  end_ms: 5640\n- text: '{m-o-p} still bangin'\n  start_ms: 5640\n  end_ms: 8510\n- text: '{firing squad!}'\n  start_ms: 8510\n  end_ms: 9670\n- text: '{the last generation...}'\n  start_ms: 9670\n  end_ms: 10620\n- text: Hey, hey, hey, hey\n  start_ms: 10620\n  end_ms: 12820\n- text: All right let me brake it down one for time for you\n  start_ms: 12820\n  end_ms: 16640\n- text: You motherfuckers\n  start_ms: 16640\n  end_ms: 19260\n- text: Yo primo hold me down son, cuz we ain't playin no motherfuckin games\n  start_ms: 19260\n  end_ms: 24370\n- text: Fuck the east coast, this is n.y., n.y.\n  start_ms: 24370\n  end_ms: 27190\n- text: N-i-n-e, make niggas m-i-a\n  start_ms: 27190\n  end_ms: 30380\n- text: And I spray a, it's fizzy womack truck\n  start_ms: 30380\n  end_ms: 32820\n- text: Bitch don't get in my way\n  start_ms: 32820\n  end_ms: 35320\n- text: Fuck the jail faces, I leave your body for the homicide to trace\n  start_ms: 35320\n  end_ms: 38880\n- text: Fight along with the shell aces\n  start_ms: 38880\n  end_ms: 40680\n- text: Holler if you hear me\n  start_ms: 40680\n  end_ms: 42200\n- text: I turn your head into a skeleton skull\n  start_ms: 42200\n  end_ms: 44200\n- text: And leave it hollow if you hear me\n  start_ms: 44200\n  end_ms: 46160\n- text: I keep it funky, understand me son\n  start_ms: 46160\n  end_ms: 48230\n- text: I rock my timb's untied, I don't plan to run\n  start_ms: 48230\n  end_ms: 51160\n- text: Niggas see lil' fame creep thru the back street\n  start_ms: 51160\n  end_ms: 53920\n- text: With my aluminum ass whoopa in the back-seat\n  start_ms: 53920\n  end_ms: 56650\n- text: What the fuck is this? 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(ghetto prisoners)\nRacka (bung-bung) racka (bung-bung) racka, motherfucker\n\nAiyo we live by the code of the streets\nMove wit our peeps\nSince it's hard to eat, we hardly sleep\nI put my life on the line every step of the way\nIt's for a good cause (for you and yours) of course\nOkay, now that we establish that\nNigga where the fuck that money at\nI know you got it, and I want it jack\nJust give me half of that\nTake the other half and get yourself another pack\nAnd I'll be back for that\n\nInternational, bell ringer, ruckus bringer\nDowntown swinga, ss thousand, my index finger\nWe here with the whole squad, first family empire\nFizzy womack (clack-clack) reportin for roll call\nInternational, bell ringer, ruckus bringer\nDowntown swinga, ss thousand, my index finger\nWe here with the whole squad, first family empire\nBert dog (bucka-blaow) reportin for roll call","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.33] In the year 2000...\n[00:05.63] {M-o-p} still bangin\n[00:08.58] {Firing squad!}\n[00:09.66] {The last generation...}\n[00:10.62] Hey, hey, hey, hey\n[00:12.87] All right let me brake it down one for time for you\n[00:16.62] You motherfuckers\n[00:19.26] Yo primo hold me down son, cuz we ain't playin no motherfuckin games\n[00:24.30] Fuck the east coast, this is n.y., n.y.\n[00:27.17] N-i-n-e, make niggas m-i-a\n[00:30.33] And I spray a, it's fizzy womack truck\n[00:32.86] Bitch don't get in my way\n[00:35.36] Fuck the jail faces, I leave your body for the homicide to trace\n[00:38.81] Fight along with the shell aces\n[00:40.69] Holler if you hear me\n[00:42.23] I turn your head into a skeleton skull\n[00:44.22] And leave it hollow if you hear me\n[00:46.17] I keep it funky, understand me son\n[00:48.22] I rock my timb's untied, I don't plan to run\n[00:51.13] Niggas see lil' fame creep thru the back street\n[00:53.94] With my aluminum ass whoopa in the back-seat\n[00:56.63] What the fuck is this? your van damme flick, that's cute\n[01:00.29] But I'm hear to fuck up your day do\n[01:02.19] Yes (yes) yes (yes) yo\n[01:04.59] I step to my backwood to brown face and start clippin\n[01:08.16] International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer\n[01:10.06] Downtown swinga, ss thousand, my index finger\n[01:13.03] We here with the whole squad, first family empire\n[01:15.74] Fizzy womack (clack-clack) reportin for roll call\n[01:18.14] International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer\n[01:20.72] Downtown swinga, ss thousand, my index finger\n[01:23.67] We here with the whole squad, first family empire\n[01:26.18] Bert dog (bucka-blaow) reportin for roll call\n[01:29.10] Yo, what if I leave you, will you stand?\n[01:31.84] B-i-double l-y-d-a-n-z-e (danze)\n[01:34.60] Back with a vengeance, listen mr. simmer\n[01:37.37] Before I throw copper tops through the back of your skimmer\n[01:40.16] Y'all niggas remember, 1-9-9-3 (m-o-p) what it's goin be\n[01:45.67] Just make it loud and clear\n[01:47.67] Come here nigga, I can't hear nigga\n[01:49.23] I'm deaf in one ear nigga (yeah nigga)\n[01:52.10] You cowards are pathetic, if you wonderin if I'm sympathetic\n[01:54.83] Don't bet it, you should give me a little credit\n[01:57.70] I grew up where it's equivalent to none (none)\n[02:00.02] Wit blood in my palm (palm), I walk wit my arms (arms)\n[02:03.33] Hellerin marksmen (uh-huh), in the dark and the punks sparkin & barkin\n[02:07.24] At ease soldier, it's the untouchable type, that you like\n[02:11.04] We burn pipes, it's over\n[02:13.51] International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer\n[02:16.16] Downtown swinga, ss thousand, my index finger\n[02:18.69] We here with the whole squad, first family empire\n[02:21.36] Fizzy womack (clack-clack) reportin for roll call\n[02:24.30] International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer\n[02:26.98] Downtown swinga, ss thousand, my index finger\n[02:28.75] We here with the whole squad, first family empire\n[02:31.28] Bert dog (bucka-blaow) reportin for roll call\n[02:33.74] I rip ya body on a nagamichi system\n[02:35.82] Nigga feel me, I want my goons\n[02:37.52] Straight bumpin the tunes of makaveli\n[02:39.58] Headed to queens kid, bumpin some mean shit\n[02:42.37] Bumps thumps on the side of me, smokin some green shit\n[02:45.34] (First fam) feel the premonition son\n[02:47.76] We heavy metal, what's your love? (ghetto prisoners)\n[02:50.35] Racka (bung-bung) racka (bung-bung) racka, motherfucker\n[02:55.54] Aiyo we live by the code of the streets\n[02:57.30] Move wit our peeps\n[02:58.56] Since it's hard to eat, we hardly sleep\n[03:01.01] I put my life on the line every step of the way\n[03:03.57] It's for a good cause (for you and yours) of course\n[03:06.73] Okay, now that we establish that\n[03:08.48] Nigga where the fuck that money at\n[03:10.11] I know you got it, and I want it jack\n[03:12.14] Just give me half of that\n[03:13.92] Take the other half and get yourself another pack\n[03:16.21] And I'll be back for that\n[03:17.46] International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer\n[03:20.66] Downtown swinga, ss thousand, my index finger\n[03:23.35] We here with the whole squad, first family empire\n[03:25.52] Fizzy womack (clack-clack) reportin for roll call\n[03:28.37] International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer\n[03:31.12] Downtown swinga, ss thousand, my index finger\n[03:34.20] We here with the whole squad, first family empire\n[03:36.44] Bert dog (bucka-blaow) reportin for roll call\n[03:40.02] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Roll Call (Prod. 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(ghetto prisoners)\n  Racka (bung-bung) racka (bung-bung) racka, motherfucker\n\n  Aiyo we live by the code of the streets\n  Move wit our peeps\n  Since it's hard to eat, we hardly sleep\n  I put my life on the line every step of the way\n  It's for a good cause (for you and yours) of course\n  Okay, now that we establish that\n  Nigga where the fuck that money at\n  I know you got it, and I want it jack\n  Just give me half of that\n  Take the other half and get yourself another pack\n  And I'll be back for that\n\n  International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer\n  Downtown swinga, ss thousand, my index finger\n  We here with the whole squad, first family empire\n  Fizzy womack (clack-clack) reportin for roll call\n  International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer\n  Downtown swinga, ss thousand, my index finger\n  We here with the whole squad, first family empire\n  Bert dog (bucka-blaow) reportin for roll call\n"}]