[{"id":23291241,"name":"Caution","trackName":"Caution","artistName":"MC Eiht","albumName":"Section 8 (Explicit)","duration":282.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Gyeah\nGyeah\nWe can take it to the streets with the crips and the bloods\nThese real CPT G's please show no love\nCompton\nCompton\nin this bitch\nSomebody told me\nMc Eiht is back with that thug shit\nCompton\nCheck it out\n[ VERSE 1 ]\nMy mindstate too late it's been gone\nTryina take me out of the hood you're dead wrong\nI hustle all day to the fuckin break of dawn\nSendin niggas' bodies to hell like sadam\nAppetite for destruction corruption\nTo the highest degree my gat steady dumpin\nAlways into something you heard of me\nKiller for reala my nigga another tragedy\nPops in the clip and slips the automatic\nAnybody killer I gat it stay tatted\nFucks them high class I like em hoodratted\nWhen the shells slide they panic\nNigga straight static\nCatastrophe caught in monopoly you copy\nDefy you mock me you're gettin sloppy\nI rolls through goes through such and such\nThe angel of death meets you time to touch\nMind of a lunatic quick to handle\nSackin muthafuckas like I was john randall\nI blows out your spot like a candle\nI fucks you up muthafucka like I was rambo\n[ VERSE 2 ]\nEasy as it comes I can handle the drama\nI bucks givin a fuck and high off marihuana\nSendin your body through some muthafuckin trauma\nI can dump the damn body you can scream for mama\nCommon sense you make your ass hit the fence\nRun fast or catch the consequence\nMy straight aim I got it with confidence\nThe sticky situation I make it intense\nThe instigator the muthafuckin regulator\nThe quick to dump the shells in the ass of a infiltrator\nThe violator the muthafucka with heat\nLet me see if you can beat it from across the street\nI'ma knock your damn noodles 'cause your talk is cheap\nI'm a rockabye nigga 'cause your ass asleep\nI'ma show you the way let these real G's play\nStick and move with the working clock like sugar ray\n[ VERSE 3 ]\ny'all know what the song and dance is get the flows up\ny'all know when the fuckin cash drawer your hands goes up\nClose up shop nigga the hood's in town\nHand over the money and don't make a sound\nDoomsday no parlay no politickin\nWe packs up with extra clips and steady dippin\nNiggas in black coats with black nines\nDig into your body and catch the flatline\nYour mama cry over your body at funeral time\nGang related one-time reported the usual signs\nHot crimes killin who dropped dimes\nSmokin chronic reefer listen to gang rhymes\ny'all know the time it's now the pow-wow\nThe big payback have a nigga lay down\nAnyway you bring it I want it\nGun-totin killin muthafucka from compton's most wanted\nLifestyles of the ghetto foul\nMusic to driveby in my dash when I style\n100% gangsta steady servin\nMe and my homie Dub-see curb servin\nGyeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Caution\n  artist: MC Eiht\n  album: Section 8 (Explicit)\n  duration_ms: 282000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Gyeah\n  Gyeah\n  We can take it to the streets with the crips and the bloods\n  These real CPT G's please show no love\n  Compton\n  Compton\n  in this bitch\n  Somebody told me\n  Mc Eiht is back with that thug shit\n  Compton\n  Check it out\n  [ VERSE 1 ]\n  My mindstate too late it's been gone\n  Tryina take me out of the hood you're dead wrong\n  I hustle all day to the fuckin break of dawn\n  Sendin niggas' bodies to hell like sadam\n  Appetite for destruction corruption\n  To the highest degree my gat steady dumpin\n  Always into something you heard of me\n  Killer for reala my nigga another tragedy\n  Pops in the clip and slips the automatic\n  Anybody killer I gat it stay tatted\n  Fucks them high class I like em hoodratted\n  When the shells slide they panic\n  Nigga straight static\n  Catastrophe caught in monopoly you copy\n  Defy you mock me you're gettin sloppy\n  I rolls through goes through such and such\n  The angel of death meets you time to touch\n  Mind of a lunatic quick to handle\n  Sackin muthafuckas like I was john randall\n  I blows out your spot like a candle\n  I fucks you up muthafucka like I was rambo\n  [ VERSE 2 ]\n  Easy as it comes I can handle the drama\n  I bucks givin a fuck and high off marihuana\n  Sendin your body through some muthafuckin trauma\n  I can dump the damn body you can scream for mama\n  Common sense you make your ass hit the fence\n  Run fast or catch the consequence\n  My straight aim I got it with confidence\n  The sticky situation I make it intense\n  The instigator the muthafuckin regulator\n  The quick to dump the shells in the ass of a infiltrator\n  The violator the muthafucka with heat\n  Let me see if you can beat it from across the street\n  I'ma knock your damn noodles 'cause your talk is cheap\n  I'm a rockabye nigga 'cause your ass asleep\n  I'ma show you the way let these real G's play\n  Stick and move with the working clock like sugar ray\n  [ VERSE 3 ]\n  y'all know what the song and dance is get the flows up\n  y'all know when the fuckin cash drawer your hands goes up\n  Close up shop nigga the hood's in town\n  Hand over the money and don't make a sound\n  Doomsday no parlay no politickin\n  We packs up with extra clips and steady dippin\n  Niggas in black coats with black nines\n  Dig into your body and catch the flatline\n  Your mama cry over your body at funeral time\n  Gang related one-time reported the usual signs\n  Hot crimes killin who dropped dimes\n  Smokin chronic reefer listen to gang rhymes\n  y'all know the time it's now the pow-wow\n  The big payback have a nigga lay down\n  Anyway you bring it I want it\n  Gun-totin killin muthafucka from compton's most wanted\n  Lifestyles of the ghetto foul\n  Music to driveby in my dash when I style\n  100% gangsta steady servin\n  Me and my homie Dub-see curb servin\n  Gyeah\n"},{"id":11344033,"name":"Caution","trackName":"Caution","artistName":"MC Eiht","albumName":"Section 8","duration":282.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Gyeah\nGyeah\nWe can take it to the streets with the crips and the bloods\nThese real cpt g's please show no love\nCompton\nCompton\nIn this bitch\nSomebody told me\nMc eiht is back with that thug shit\nCompton\nCheck it out\n\n[ verse 1 ]\n\nMy mindstate too late it's been gone\nTryina take me out of the hood you're dead wrong\nI hustle all day to the f**kin break of dawn\nSendin niggas' bodies to hell like sadam\nAppetite for destruction corruption\nTo the highest degree my gat steady dumpin\nAlways into something you heard of me\nKiller for reala my nigga another tragedy\nPops in the clip and slips the automatic\nAnybody killer I gat it stay tatted\nF**ks them high class I like em hoodratted\nWhen the shells slide they panic\nNigga straight static\nCatastrophe caught in monopoly you copy\nDefy you mock me you're gettin sloppy\nI rolls through goes through such and such\nThe angel of death meets you time to touch\nMind of a lunatic quick to handle\nSackin muthaf**kas like I was john randall\nI blows out your spot like a candle\nI f**ks you up muthaf**ka like I was rambo\n\n[ verse 2 ]\n\nEasy as it comes I can handle the drama\n\nI bucks givin a f**k and high off marihuana\nSendin your body through some muthaf**kin trauma\nI can dump the damn body you can scream for mama\nCommon sense you make your ass hit the fence\nRun fast or catch the consequence\nMy straight aim I got it with confidence\nThe sticky situation I make it intense\nThe instigator the muthaf**kin regulator\nThe quick to dump the shells in the ass of a infiltrator\nThe violator the muthaf**ka with heat\nLet me see if you can beat it from across the street\nI'ma knock your damn noodles cos your talk is cheap\nI'm a rockabye nigga cos your ass asleep\nI'ma show you the way let these real g's play\nStick and move with the working clock like sugar ray\n\n[ verse 3 ]\n\nY'all know what the song and dance is get the flows up\nY'all know when the f**kin cash drawer your hands goes up\nClose up shop nigga the hood's in town\nHand over the money and don't make a sound\nDoomsday no parlay no politickin\nWe packs up with extra clips and steady dippin\nNiggas in black coats with black nines\nDig into your body and catch the flatline\nYour mama cry over your body at funeral time\nGang related one-time reported the usual signs\nHot crimes killin who dropped dimes\nSmokin chronic reefer listen to gang rhymes\nY'all know the time it's now the pow-wow\nThe big payback have a nigga lay down\nAnyway you bring it I want it\nGun-totin killin muthaf**ka from compton's most wanted\nLifestyles of the ghetto foul\nMusic to driveby in my dash when I style\n100% gangsta steady servin\nMe and my homie dub-c curb servin\nGyeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Caution\n  artist: MC Eiht\n  album: Section 8\n  duration_ms: 282000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Gyeah\n  Gyeah\n  We can take it to the streets with the crips and the bloods\n  These real cpt g's please show no love\n  Compton\n  Compton\n  In this bitch\n  Somebody told me\n  Mc eiht is back with that thug shit\n  Compton\n  Check it out\n\n  [ verse 1 ]\n\n  My mindstate too late it's been gone\n  Tryina take me out of the hood you're dead wrong\n  I hustle all day to the f**kin break of dawn\n  Sendin niggas' bodies to hell like sadam\n  Appetite for destruction corruption\n  To the highest degree my gat steady dumpin\n  Always into something you heard of me\n  Killer for reala my nigga another tragedy\n  Pops in the clip and slips the automatic\n  Anybody killer I gat it stay tatted\n  F**ks them high class I like em hoodratted\n  When the shells slide they panic\n  Nigga straight static\n  Catastrophe caught in monopoly you copy\n  Defy you mock me you're gettin sloppy\n  I rolls through goes through such and such\n  The angel of death meets you time to touch\n  Mind of a lunatic quick to handle\n  Sackin muthaf**kas like I was john randall\n  I blows out your spot like a candle\n  I f**ks you up muthaf**ka like I was rambo\n\n  [ verse 2 ]\n\n  Easy as it comes I can handle the drama\n\n  I bucks givin a f**k and high off marihuana\n  Sendin your body through some muthaf**kin trauma\n  I can dump the damn body you can scream for mama\n  Common sense you make your ass hit the fence\n  Run fast or catch the consequence\n  My straight aim I got it with confidence\n  The sticky situation I make it intense\n  The instigator the muthaf**kin regulator\n  The quick to dump the shells in the ass of a infiltrator\n  The violator the muthaf**ka with heat\n  Let me see if you can beat it from across the street\n  I'ma knock your damn noodles cos your talk is cheap\n  I'm a rockabye nigga cos your ass asleep\n  I'ma show you the way let these real g's play\n  Stick and move with the working clock like sugar ray\n\n  [ verse 3 ]\n\n  Y'all know what the song and dance is get the flows up\n  Y'all know when the f**kin cash drawer your hands goes up\n  Close up shop nigga the hood's in town\n  Hand over the money and don't make a sound\n  Doomsday no parlay no politickin\n  We packs up with extra clips and steady dippin\n  Niggas in black coats with black nines\n  Dig into your body and catch the flatline\n  Your mama cry over your body at funeral time\n  Gang related one-time reported the usual signs\n  Hot crimes killin who dropped dimes\n  Smokin chronic reefer listen to gang rhymes\n  Y'all know the time it's now the pow-wow\n  The big payback have a nigga lay down\n  Anyway you bring it I want it\n  Gun-totin killin muthaf**ka from compton's most wanted\n  Lifestyles of the ghetto foul\n  Music to driveby in my dash when I style\n  100% gangsta steady servin\n  Me and my homie dub-c curb servin\n  Gyeah\n"}]