[{"id":29291266,"name":"Got That (feat. DJ Premier)","trackName":"Got That (feat. DJ Premier)","artistName":"MC Eiht","albumName":"Which Way Iz West","duration":221.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Blue Stamp\nBrenk we gon' get 'em on this one\nLet's get 'em LOC\n\nI'm one hundred from the hood point of view (geah)\nWest-west y'all my hood niggas stay true (west)\nMy jeans still sag, the color still blue\nHood shit, nigga spit geah, only a few\nThat's what it do LOC, I don't flip\nGang shit for the grip compton on trip\nAnd it's so necessary I don't follow the speech\nMy motto be the hollow point slug for each\nFuck the radio, ban me, they can't stand me\nNever winnin' a grammy, still gon' [?]\nBitch give a fuck about swag\nI'm a real D boy check the duffel bag\nCompton till I die, or somebody kill\nThe hood got me back like that for real\nNigga chill got it back on lock\nThat real deal heavy weight flood the bock (geah)\n\nYou're reppin' the hood, Eiht?\nGot that!\nYou're smokin' that good, Eiht?\nGot that!\nYou're reppin' the west, Eiht?\nGot that! Leave it to your nigga to bring the streets back and uh\nYou're reppin' the hood, Eiht?\nGot that!\nYou're smokin' that good, Eiht?\nGot that!\nYou're reppin' the west, Eiht?\nGot that! Geah! Hold up\n\nHistory of violence\nMove in silence\nCompton keep it bang, here's your daily guidance uh-huh uh-huh\nNigga I be the truth\nEvery line is mines I spit in the booth\nTryna make that shit that make you feel good\nNever commercial, Eiht real hood\nWho would? Nobody but your nigga\nRep to get dough just like he should (geah)\nEiht never change programs\nDance records, muthafucka slow jams\nFor the bitches that smoke and love real Gs\nNappy ass head niggas with tatts like hes (g-geah)\nPlease believe, yes indeed\nEiht keep it straight till our minds off greed (yes)\nGeah give 'em what they need\nReal dead, watch suckers mislead\n\nYou're reppin' the hood, Eiht?\nGot that!\nYou're smokin' that good, Eiht?\nGot that!\nYou're reppin' the west, Eiht?\nGot that! Leave it to your nigga to bring the streets back and uh\nYou're reppin' the hood, Eiht?\nGot that!\nYou're smokin' that good, Eiht?\nGot that!\nYou're reppin' the west, Eiht?\nGot that!\n\nGeah, it's hood shit when the streets start yellin'\nThat west coast dope, muthafuckas keep sellin'\nAnybody tellin', keep spreadin' word\nAuthentic to the ear, so pure you heard\nEverything is bomb\nWhen the real gon' drop so these niggas gon' [?]\nStop in the name of the streets\nThese niggas tryna serve y'all backin' soda [?]\nTryna [?] top when their shit don't pop\nIn the land of the lost, scream hell is hot\nOne shot make me kill niggas chance\nIndeed take a chance be the circumstance\nEiht got the flava of the year\nGangsta 'round here with my nigga Premier\nSteer clear for the weapon's test\nEnemy to your hood so they make an arrest\n\nYou're reppin' the hood, Eiht?\nI got that!\nYou're smokin' that good, Eiht?\nI got that!\nYou're reppin' the west, Eiht? (geah)\nI got that! (g-g-g-geah, I bring it back and uh)\n\nBrenk Sinatra on the beat (got that)\n[?] wanna hear this shit right here?\nReal Compton authentic!\nLeave it to your nigga to bring it back\nMore than your average\nMore than your ordinary (got that)\nCompton official\nMost wanted nigga! (got they)\nGeah!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Got That (feat. DJ Premier)\n  artist: MC Eiht\n  album: Which Way Iz West\n  duration_ms: 221000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Blue Stamp\n  Brenk we gon' get 'em on this one\n  Let's get 'em LOC\n\n  I'm one hundred from the hood point of view (geah)\n  West-west y'all my hood niggas stay true (west)\n  My jeans still sag, the color still blue\n  Hood shit, nigga spit geah, only a few\n  That's what it do LOC, I don't flip\n  Gang shit for the grip compton on trip\n  And it's so necessary I don't follow the speech\n  My motto be the hollow point slug for each\n  Fuck the radio, ban me, they can't stand me\n  Never winnin' a grammy, still gon' [?]\n  Bitch give a fuck about swag\n  I'm a real D boy check the duffel bag\n  Compton till I die, or somebody kill\n  The hood got me back like that for real\n  Nigga chill got it back on lock\n  That real deal heavy weight flood the bock (geah)\n\n  You're reppin' the hood, Eiht?\n  Got that!\n  You're smokin' that good, Eiht?\n  Got that!\n  You're reppin' the west, Eiht?\n  Got that! Leave it to your nigga to bring the streets back and uh\n  You're reppin' the hood, Eiht?\n  Got that!\n  You're smokin' that good, Eiht?\n  Got that!\n  You're reppin' the west, Eiht?\n  Got that! Geah! Hold up\n\n  History of violence\n  Move in silence\n  Compton keep it bang, here's your daily guidance uh-huh uh-huh\n  Nigga I be the truth\n  Every line is mines I spit in the booth\n  Tryna make that shit that make you feel good\n  Never commercial, Eiht real hood\n  Who would? Nobody but your nigga\n  Rep to get dough just like he should (geah)\n  Eiht never change programs\n  Dance records, muthafucka slow jams\n  For the bitches that smoke and love real Gs\n  Nappy ass head niggas with tatts like hes (g-geah)\n  Please believe, yes indeed\n  Eiht keep it straight till our minds off greed (yes)\n  Geah give 'em what they need\n  Real dead, watch suckers mislead\n\n  You're reppin' the hood, Eiht?\n  Got that!\n  You're smokin' that good, Eiht?\n  Got that!\n  You're reppin' the west, Eiht?\n  Got that! Leave it to your nigga to bring the streets back and uh\n  You're reppin' the hood, Eiht?\n  Got that!\n  You're smokin' that good, Eiht?\n  Got that!\n  You're reppin' the west, Eiht?\n  Got that!\n\n  Geah, it's hood shit when the streets start yellin'\n  That west coast dope, muthafuckas keep sellin'\n  Anybody tellin', keep spreadin' word\n  Authentic to the ear, so pure you heard\n  Everything is bomb\n  When the real gon' drop so these niggas gon' [?]\n  Stop in the name of the streets\n  These niggas tryna serve y'all backin' soda [?]\n  Tryna [?] top when their shit don't pop\n  In the land of the lost, scream hell is hot\n  One shot make me kill niggas chance\n  Indeed take a chance be the circumstance\n  Eiht got the flava of the year\n  Gangsta 'round here with my nigga Premier\n  Steer clear for the weapon's test\n  Enemy to your hood so they make an arrest\n\n  You're reppin' the hood, Eiht?\n  I got that!\n  You're smokin' that good, Eiht?\n  I got that!\n  You're reppin' the west, Eiht? (geah)\n  I got that! (g-g-g-geah, I bring it back and uh)\n\n  Brenk Sinatra on the beat (got that)\n  [?] wanna hear this shit right here?\n  Real Compton authentic!\n  Leave it to your nigga to bring it back\n  More than your average\n  More than your ordinary (got that)\n  Compton official\n  Most wanted nigga! (got they)\n  Geah!\n"},{"id":10549120,"name":"Got That","trackName":"Got That","artistName":"Eiht, MC feat. Premier, DJ","albumName":"Which Way Iz West","duration":221.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Blue Stamp\nBrenk we gon' get 'em on this one\nLet's get 'em LOC\n\nI'm one hundred from the hood point of view (geah)\nWest-west y'all my hood niggas stay true (west)\nMy jeans still sag, the color still blue\nHood shit, nigga spit geah, only a few\nThat's what it do LOC, I don't flip\nGang shit for the grip compton on trip\nAnd it's so necessary I don't follow the speech\nMy motto be the hollow point slug for each\nFuck the radio, ban me, they can't stand me\nNever winnin' a grammy, still gon' [?]\nBitch give a fuck about swag\nI'm a real D boy check the duffel bag\nCompton till I die, or somebody kill\nThe hood got me back like that for real\nNigga chill got it back on lock\nThat real deal heavy weight flood the bock (geah)\n\nYou're reppin' the hood, Eiht?\nGot that!\nYou're smokin' that good, Eiht?\nGot that!\nYou're reppin' the west, Eiht?\nGot that! Leave it to your nigga to bring the streets back and uh\nYou're reppin' the hood, Eiht?\nGot that!\nYou're smokin' that good, Eiht?\nGot that!\nYou're reppin' the west, Eiht?\nGot that! Geah! Hold up\n\nHistory of violence\nMove in silence\nCompton keep it bang, here's your daily guidance uh-huh uh-huh\nNigga I be the truth\nEvery line is mines I spit in the booth\nTryna make that shit that make you feel good\nNever commercial, Eiht real hood\nWho would? Nobody but your nigga\nRep to get dough just like he should (geah)\nEiht never change programs\nDance records, muthafucka slow jams\nFor the bitches that smoke and love real Gs\nNappy ass head niggas with tatts like hes (g-geah)\nPlease believe, yes indeed\nEiht keep it straight till our minds off greed (yes)\nGeah give 'em what they need\nReal dead, watch suckers mislead\n\nYou're reppin' the hood, Eiht?\nGot that!\nYou're smokin' that good, Eiht?\nGot that!\nYou're reppin' the west, Eiht?\nGot that! Leave it to your nigga to bring the streets back and uh\nYou're reppin' the hood, Eiht?\nGot that!\nYou're smokin' that good, Eiht?\nGot that!\nYou're reppin' the west, Eiht?\nGot that!\n\nGeah, it's hood shit when the streets start yellin'\nThat west coast dope, muthafuckas keep sellin'\nAnybody tellin', keep spreadin' word\nAuthentic to the ear, so pure you heard\nEverything is bomb\nWhen the real gon' drop so these niggas gon' [?]\nStop in the name of the streets\nThese niggas tryna serve y'all backin' soda [?]\nTryna [?] top when their shit don't pop\nIn the land of the lost, scream hell is hot\nOne shot make me kill niggas chance\nIndeed take a chance be the circumstance\nEiht got the flava of the year\nGangsta 'round here with my nigga Premier\nSteer clear for the weapon's test\nEnemy to your hood so they make an arrest\n\nYou're reppin' the hood, Eiht?\nI got that!\nYou're smokin' that good, Eiht?\nI got that!\nYou're reppin' the west, Eiht? (geah)\nI got that! (g-g-g-geah, I bring it back and uh)\n\nBrenk Sinatra on the beat (got that)\n[?] wanna hear this shit right here?\nReal Compton authentic!\nLeave it to your nigga to bring it back\nMore than your average\nMore than your ordinary (got that)\nCompton official\nMost wanted nigga! (got they)\nGeah!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Got That\n  artist: Eiht, MC feat. Premier, DJ\n  album: Which Way Iz West\n  duration_ms: 221000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Blue Stamp\n  Brenk we gon' get 'em on this one\n  Let's get 'em LOC\n\n  I'm one hundred from the hood point of view (geah)\n  West-west y'all my hood niggas stay true (west)\n  My jeans still sag, the color still blue\n  Hood shit, nigga spit geah, only a few\n  That's what it do LOC, I don't flip\n  Gang shit for the grip compton on trip\n  And it's so necessary I don't follow the speech\n  My motto be the hollow point slug for each\n  Fuck the radio, ban me, they can't stand me\n  Never winnin' a grammy, still gon' [?]\n  Bitch give a fuck about swag\n  I'm a real D boy check the duffel bag\n  Compton till I die, or somebody kill\n  The hood got me back like that for real\n  Nigga chill got it back on lock\n  That real deal heavy weight flood the bock (geah)\n\n  You're reppin' the hood, Eiht?\n  Got that!\n  You're smokin' that good, Eiht?\n  Got that!\n  You're reppin' the west, Eiht?\n  Got that! Leave it to your nigga to bring the streets back and uh\n  You're reppin' the hood, Eiht?\n  Got that!\n  You're smokin' that good, Eiht?\n  Got that!\n  You're reppin' the west, Eiht?\n  Got that! Geah! Hold up\n\n  History of violence\n  Move in silence\n  Compton keep it bang, here's your daily guidance uh-huh uh-huh\n  Nigga I be the truth\n  Every line is mines I spit in the booth\n  Tryna make that shit that make you feel good\n  Never commercial, Eiht real hood\n  Who would? Nobody but your nigga\n  Rep to get dough just like he should (geah)\n  Eiht never change programs\n  Dance records, muthafucka slow jams\n  For the bitches that smoke and love real Gs\n  Nappy ass head niggas with tatts like hes (g-geah)\n  Please believe, yes indeed\n  Eiht keep it straight till our minds off greed (yes)\n  Geah give 'em what they need\n  Real dead, watch suckers mislead\n\n  You're reppin' the hood, Eiht?\n  Got that!\n  You're smokin' that good, Eiht?\n  Got that!\n  You're reppin' the west, Eiht?\n  Got that! Leave it to your nigga to bring the streets back and uh\n  You're reppin' the hood, Eiht?\n  Got that!\n  You're smokin' that good, Eiht?\n  Got that!\n  You're reppin' the west, Eiht?\n  Got that!\n\n  Geah, it's hood shit when the streets start yellin'\n  That west coast dope, muthafuckas keep sellin'\n  Anybody tellin', keep spreadin' word\n  Authentic to the ear, so pure you heard\n  Everything is bomb\n  When the real gon' drop so these niggas gon' [?]\n  Stop in the name of the streets\n  These niggas tryna serve y'all backin' soda [?]\n  Tryna [?] top when their shit don't pop\n  In the land of the lost, scream hell is hot\n  One shot make me kill niggas chance\n  Indeed take a chance be the circumstance\n  Eiht got the flava of the year\n  Gangsta 'round here with my nigga Premier\n  Steer clear for the weapon's test\n  Enemy to your hood so they make an arrest\n\n  You're reppin' the hood, Eiht?\n  I got that!\n  You're smokin' that good, Eiht?\n  I got that!\n  You're reppin' the west, Eiht? (geah)\n  I got that! (g-g-g-geah, I bring it back and uh)\n\n  Brenk Sinatra on the beat (got that)\n  [?] wanna hear this shit right here?\n  Real Compton authentic!\n  Leave it to your nigga to bring it back\n  More than your average\n  More than your ordinary (got that)\n  Compton official\n  Most wanted nigga! (got they)\n  Geah!\n"},{"id":10549119,"name":"Got That","trackName":"Got That","artistName":"MC Eiht feat. DJ Premier","albumName":"Which Way Iz West","duration":221.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Blue Stamp\nBrenk we gon' get 'em on this one\nLet's get 'em LOC\n\nI'm one hundred from the hood point of view (geah)\nWest-west y'all my hood niggas stay true (west)\nMy jeans still sag, the color still blue\nHood shit, nigga spit geah, only a few\nThat's what it do LOC, I don't flip\nGang shit for the grip compton on trip\nAnd it's so necessary I don't follow the speech\nMy motto be the hollow point slug for each\nFuck the radio, ban me, they can't stand me\nNever winnin' a grammy, still gon' [?]\nBitch give a fuck about swag\nI'm a real D boy check the duffel bag\nCompton till I die, or somebody kill\nThe hood got me back like that for real\nNigga chill got it back on lock\nThat real deal heavy weight flood the bock (geah)\n\nYou're reppin' the hood, Eiht?\nGot that!\nYou're smokin' that good, Eiht?\nGot that!\nYou're reppin' the west, Eiht?\nGot that! Leave it to your nigga to bring the streets back and uh\nYou're reppin' the hood, Eiht?\nGot that!\nYou're smokin' that good, Eiht?\nGot that!\nYou're reppin' the west, Eiht?\nGot that! Geah! Hold up\n\nHistory of violence\nMove in silence\nCompton keep it bang, here's your daily guidance uh-huh uh-huh\nNigga I be the truth\nEvery line is mines I spit in the booth\nTryna make that shit that make you feel good\nNever commercial, Eiht real hood\nWho would? Nobody but your nigga\nRep to get dough just like he should (geah)\nEiht never change programs\nDance records, muthafucka slow jams\nFor the bitches that smoke and love real Gs\nNappy ass head niggas with tatts like hes (g-geah)\nPlease believe, yes indeed\nEiht keep it straight till our minds off greed (yes)\nGeah give 'em what they need\nReal dead, watch suckers mislead\n\nYou're reppin' the hood, Eiht?\nGot that!\nYou're smokin' that good, Eiht?\nGot that!\nYou're reppin' the west, Eiht?\nGot that! Leave it to your nigga to bring the streets back and uh\nYou're reppin' the hood, Eiht?\nGot that!\nYou're smokin' that good, Eiht?\nGot that!\nYou're reppin' the west, Eiht?\nGot that!\n\nGeah, it's hood shit when the streets start yellin'\nThat west coast dope, muthafuckas keep sellin'\nAnybody tellin', keep spreadin' word\nAuthentic to the ear, so pure you heard\nEverything is bomb\nWhen the real gon' drop so these niggas gon' [?]\nStop in the name of the streets\nThese niggas tryna serve y'all backin' soda [?]\nTryna [?] top when their shit don't pop\nIn the land of the lost, scream hell is hot\nOne shot make me kill niggas chance\nIndeed take a chance be the circumstance\nEiht got the flava of the year\nGangsta 'round here with my nigga Premier\nSteer clear for the weapon's test\nEnemy to your hood so they make an arrest\n\nYou're reppin' the hood, Eiht?\nI got that!\nYou're smokin' that good, Eiht?\nI got that!\nYou're reppin' the west, Eiht? (geah)\nI got that! (g-g-g-geah, I bring it back and uh)\n\nBrenk Sinatra on the beat (got that)\n[?] wanna hear this shit right here?\nReal Compton authentic!\nLeave it to your nigga to bring it back\nMore than your average\nMore than your ordinary (got that)\nCompton official\nMost wanted nigga! (got they)\nGeah!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Got That\n  artist: MC Eiht feat. DJ Premier\n  album: Which Way Iz West\n  duration_ms: 221000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Blue Stamp\n  Brenk we gon' get 'em on this one\n  Let's get 'em LOC\n\n  I'm one hundred from the hood point of view (geah)\n  West-west y'all my hood niggas stay true (west)\n  My jeans still sag, the color still blue\n  Hood shit, nigga spit geah, only a few\n  That's what it do LOC, I don't flip\n  Gang shit for the grip compton on trip\n  And it's so necessary I don't follow the speech\n  My motto be the hollow point slug for each\n  Fuck the radio, ban me, they can't stand me\n  Never winnin' a grammy, still gon' [?]\n  Bitch give a fuck about swag\n  I'm a real D boy check the duffel bag\n  Compton till I die, or somebody kill\n  The hood got me back like that for real\n  Nigga chill got it back on lock\n  That real deal heavy weight flood the bock (geah)\n\n  You're reppin' the hood, Eiht?\n  Got that!\n  You're smokin' that good, Eiht?\n  Got that!\n  You're reppin' the west, Eiht?\n  Got that! Leave it to your nigga to bring the streets back and uh\n  You're reppin' the hood, Eiht?\n  Got that!\n  You're smokin' that good, Eiht?\n  Got that!\n  You're reppin' the west, Eiht?\n  Got that! Geah! Hold up\n\n  History of violence\n  Move in silence\n  Compton keep it bang, here's your daily guidance uh-huh uh-huh\n  Nigga I be the truth\n  Every line is mines I spit in the booth\n  Tryna make that shit that make you feel good\n  Never commercial, Eiht real hood\n  Who would? Nobody but your nigga\n  Rep to get dough just like he should (geah)\n  Eiht never change programs\n  Dance records, muthafucka slow jams\n  For the bitches that smoke and love real Gs\n  Nappy ass head niggas with tatts like hes (g-geah)\n  Please believe, yes indeed\n  Eiht keep it straight till our minds off greed (yes)\n  Geah give 'em what they need\n  Real dead, watch suckers mislead\n\n  You're reppin' the hood, Eiht?\n  Got that!\n  You're smokin' that good, Eiht?\n  Got that!\n  You're reppin' the west, Eiht?\n  Got that! Leave it to your nigga to bring the streets back and uh\n  You're reppin' the hood, Eiht?\n  Got that!\n  You're smokin' that good, Eiht?\n  Got that!\n  You're reppin' the west, Eiht?\n  Got that!\n\n  Geah, it's hood shit when the streets start yellin'\n  That west coast dope, muthafuckas keep sellin'\n  Anybody tellin', keep spreadin' word\n  Authentic to the ear, so pure you heard\n  Everything is bomb\n  When the real gon' drop so these niggas gon' [?]\n  Stop in the name of the streets\n  These niggas tryna serve y'all backin' soda [?]\n  Tryna [?] top when their shit don't pop\n  In the land of the lost, scream hell is hot\n  One shot make me kill niggas chance\n  Indeed take a chance be the circumstance\n  Eiht got the flava of the year\n  Gangsta 'round here with my nigga Premier\n  Steer clear for the weapon's test\n  Enemy to your hood so they make an arrest\n\n  You're reppin' the hood, Eiht?\n  I got that!\n  You're smokin' that good, Eiht?\n  I got that!\n  You're reppin' the west, Eiht? (geah)\n  I got that! (g-g-g-geah, I bring it back and uh)\n\n  Brenk Sinatra on the beat (got that)\n  [?] wanna hear this shit right here?\n  Real Compton authentic!\n  Leave it to your nigga to bring it back\n  More than your average\n  More than your ordinary (got that)\n  Compton official\n  Most wanted nigga! (got they)\n  Geah!\n"}]