[{"id":6074528,"name":"Nothin' Correctable","trackName":"Nothin' Correctable","artistName":"Mac Dre","albumName":"Stupid Doo Doo Dumb","duration":294.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah man, young Mac Dre\nI pops it boy, I pops it big\n[Verse 1:]\nIt all started off with the doctor telling my momma push\nOn that night in 1-9-7-0 mac dre hopped outhtat puss\nI've been soaking game since rock 'em sock 'em and hot wheels\nNot never the chance to pass me I keep 'em jocking, I got skills\nAnd when I'm on the mic, styles I got so many\nDrink privilege hennessy when I ain't fuckin' with brehmi\nM-A-C-D-R-E, that's me\nLike 'em freaky like Janet not Jackson but Jackme, whee\nTo all my niggas in Atlanta to Alabama\nRodreego blowin' only homie, don't fuck with bama\nI planned to have a ticket and kick it in the bahamas\nWatch your hutch and don't trust your baby momma\nCause I will get your scrill when I kill all in them guts\nDon't give a fuck when you give a crippled crab a crutch\nBut they respect it if not they get rejected\nI'm M-D the MC that's not to be corrected\n[Chorus x2]\n[? ], uno, dos, cuatro\nI'm sicker than ten j-cats that be gone off that vato\nMost sexual intelectuall with at least 6 figures before the decimal\nWarm, hot, and respectable but I'm nothing correctable\n[Verse 2:]\nI fucks with high rollers, shake highway patrollers\nQuick to pop the trunk but will come from the shoulders\nGot a cuddie named Dubee, he spit more raps than loogies\nAnd when he hand it to me I'm funky like him to me\nBaby do me is all them hutches holler\nI was breakin' bitches when phantom tops was on granada\nMore game than keno, down to trips to reno\nSippin' cappachino with Natalia Shapino\nC-note stacka' pack a P-89\nLove group sex take 'em three at a time\nAnd boy I be out of line when I'm full that tangerey\nQuick to grab the chopper, cock, aim and spray\nUrban guerilla warfare extraordinare\nYou know a bout my maccing but boy I'm more than a player\nResurrected double R elected\nHaters get ejected I'm nothing to be corrected\n[Chorus x2]\n[Verse 3:]\nPistol packin' player, gangsta mac for real\nAbout my scrill got to pay my bills\nBoy I'm in it to win it if you weak and timid\nBetter watch how you spend I take yalls like timmy\nBusting out like tities in a bra that's too small\nGrew up off too short stackin' scrill too tall\nMax Drizzay, all damn dizzay\nI keep hoes dizzay in a one time busay(busy)\nBeen rappin' before they called mac mall Brehmis\nRompin' peace Mike Robinson son of Dennis\nI'm in this to deep like Tim, Jim, and Johnny\nMuch love for my cuddies Jay, Ray, and Ronny\nRaping pockets I get mine however it come\nBoy I get dumb about my income\nMac furly up early sippin' X-O\nNothing correctable; nigga you know\n[Chorus x2]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Nothin' Correctable\n  artist: Mac Dre\n  album: Stupid Doo Doo Dumb\n  duration_ms: 294000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah man, young Mac Dre\n  I pops it boy, I pops it big\n  [Verse 1:]\n  It all started off with the doctor telling my momma push\n  On that night in 1-9-7-0 mac dre hopped outhtat puss\n  I've been soaking game since rock 'em sock 'em and hot wheels\n  Not never the chance to pass me I keep 'em jocking, I got skills\n  And when I'm on the mic, styles I got so many\n  Drink privilege hennessy when I ain't fuckin' with brehmi\n  M-A-C-D-R-E, that's me\n  Like 'em freaky like Janet not Jackson but Jackme, whee\n  To all my niggas in Atlanta to Alabama\n  Rodreego blowin' only homie, don't fuck with bama\n  I planned to have a ticket and kick it in the bahamas\n  Watch your hutch and don't trust your baby momma\n  Cause I will get your scrill when I kill all in them guts\n  Don't give a fuck when you give a crippled crab a crutch\n  But they respect it if not they get rejected\n  I'm M-D the MC that's not to be corrected\n  [Chorus x2]\n  [? ], uno, dos, cuatro\n  I'm sicker than ten j-cats that be gone off that vato\n  Most sexual intelectuall with at least 6 figures before the decimal\n  Warm, hot, and respectable but I'm nothing correctable\n  [Verse 2:]\n  I fucks with high rollers, shake highway patrollers\n  Quick to pop the trunk but will come from the shoulders\n  Got a cuddie named Dubee, he spit more raps than loogies\n  And when he hand it to me I'm funky like him to me\n  Baby do me is all them hutches holler\n  I was breakin' bitches when phantom tops was on granada\n  More game than keno, down to trips to reno\n  Sippin' cappachino with Natalia Shapino\n  C-note stacka' pack a P-89\n  Love group sex take 'em three at a time\n  And boy I be out of line when I'm full that tangerey\n  Quick to grab the chopper, cock, aim and spray\n  Urban guerilla warfare extraordinare\n  You know a bout my maccing but boy I'm more than a player\n  Resurrected double R elected\n  Haters get ejected I'm nothing to be corrected\n  [Chorus x2]\n  [Verse 3:]\n  Pistol packin' player, gangsta mac for real\n  About my scrill got to pay my bills\n  Boy I'm in it to win it if you weak and timid\n  Better watch how you spend I take yalls like timmy\n  Busting out like tities in a bra that's too small\n  Grew up off too short stackin' scrill too tall\n  Max Drizzay, all damn dizzay\n  I keep hoes dizzay in a one time busay(busy)\n  Been rappin' before they called mac mall Brehmis\n  Rompin' peace Mike Robinson son of Dennis\n  I'm in this to deep like Tim, Jim, and Johnny\n  Much love for my cuddies Jay, Ray, and Ronny\n  Raping pockets I get mine however it come\n  Boy I get dumb about my income\n  Mac furly up early sippin' X-O\n  Nothing correctable; nigga you know\n  [Chorus x2]\n"},{"id":20289395,"name":"Nothin' Correctable","trackName":"Nothin' Correctable","artistName":"Mac Dre","albumName":"Don't Hate The Playa Hate The Game #4","duration":135.053061,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah man, young Mac Dre\nI pops it boy, I pops it big\n[Verse 1:]\nIt all started off with the doctor telling my momma push\nOn that night in 1-9-7-0 mac dre hopped outhtat puss\nI've been soaking game since rock 'em sock 'em and hot wheels\nNot never the chance to pass me I keep 'em jocking, I got skills\nAnd when I'm on the mic, styles I got so many\nDrink privilege hennessy when I ain't fuckin' with brehmi\nM-A-C-D-R-E, that's me\nLike 'em freaky like Janet not Jackson but Jackme, whee\nTo all my niggas in Atlanta to Alabama\nRodreego blowin' only homie, don't fuck with bama\nI planned to have a ticket and kick it in the bahamas\nWatch your hutch and don't trust your baby momma\nCause I will get your scrill when I kill all in them guts\nDon't give a fuck when you give a crippled crab a crutch\nBut they respect it if not they get rejected\nI'm M-D the MC that's not to be corrected\n[Chorus x2]\n[? ], uno, dos, cuatro\nI'm sicker than ten j-cats that be gone off that vato\nMost sexual intelectuall with at least 6 figures before the decimal\nWarm, hot, and respectable but I'm nothing correctable\n[Verse 2:]\nI fucks with high rollers, shake highway patrollers\nQuick to pop the trunk but will come from the shoulders\nGot a cuddie named Dubee, he spit more raps than loogies\nAnd when he hand it to me I'm funky like him to me\nBaby do me is all them hutches holler\nI was breakin' bitches when phantom tops was on granada\nMore game than keno, down to trips to reno\nSippin' cappachino with Natalia Shapino\nC-note stacka' pack a P-89\nLove group sex take 'em three at a time\nAnd boy I be out of line when I'm full that tangerey\nQuick to grab the chopper, cock, aim and spray\nUrban guerilla warfare extraordinare\nYou know a bout my maccing but boy I'm more than a player\nResurrected double R elected\nHaters get ejected I'm nothing to be corrected\n[Chorus x2]\n[Verse 3:]\nPistol packin' player, gangsta mac for real\nAbout my scrill got to pay my bills\nBoy I'm in it to win it if you weak and timid\nBetter watch how you spend I take yalls like timmy\nBusting out like tities in a bra that's too small\nGrew up off too short stackin' scrill too tall\nMax Drizzay, all damn dizzay\nI keep hoes dizzay in a one time busay(busy)\nBeen rappin' before they called mac mall Brehmis\nRompin' peace Mike Robinson son of Dennis\nI'm in this to deep like Tim, Jim, and Johnny\nMuch love for my cuddies Jay, Ray, and Ronny\nRaping pockets I get mine however it come\nBoy I get dumb about my income\nMac furly up early sippin' X-O\nNothing correctable; nigga you know\n[Chorus x2]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Nothin' Correctable\n  artist: Mac Dre\n  album: 'Don''t Hate The Playa Hate The Game #4'\n  duration_ms: 135053\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah man, young Mac Dre\n  I pops it boy, I pops it big\n  [Verse 1:]\n  It all started off with the doctor telling my momma push\n  On that night in 1-9-7-0 mac dre hopped outhtat puss\n  I've been soaking game since rock 'em sock 'em and hot wheels\n  Not never the chance to pass me I keep 'em jocking, I got skills\n  And when I'm on the mic, styles I got so many\n  Drink privilege hennessy when I ain't fuckin' with brehmi\n  M-A-C-D-R-E, that's me\n  Like 'em freaky like Janet not Jackson but Jackme, whee\n  To all my niggas in Atlanta to Alabama\n  Rodreego blowin' only homie, don't fuck with bama\n  I planned to have a ticket and kick it in the bahamas\n  Watch your hutch and don't trust your baby momma\n  Cause I will get your scrill when I kill all in them guts\n  Don't give a fuck when you give a crippled crab a crutch\n  But they respect it if not they get rejected\n  I'm M-D the MC that's not to be corrected\n  [Chorus x2]\n  [? ], uno, dos, cuatro\n  I'm sicker than ten j-cats that be gone off that vato\n  Most sexual intelectuall with at least 6 figures before the decimal\n  Warm, hot, and respectable but I'm nothing correctable\n  [Verse 2:]\n  I fucks with high rollers, shake highway patrollers\n  Quick to pop the trunk but will come from the shoulders\n  Got a cuddie named Dubee, he spit more raps than loogies\n  And when he hand it to me I'm funky like him to me\n  Baby do me is all them hutches holler\n  I was breakin' bitches when phantom tops was on granada\n  More game than keno, down to trips to reno\n  Sippin' cappachino with Natalia Shapino\n  C-note stacka' pack a P-89\n  Love group sex take 'em three at a time\n  And boy I be out of line when I'm full that tangerey\n  Quick to grab the chopper, cock, aim and spray\n  Urban guerilla warfare extraordinare\n  You know a bout my maccing but boy I'm more than a player\n  Resurrected double R elected\n  Haters get ejected I'm nothing to be corrected\n  [Chorus x2]\n  [Verse 3:]\n  Pistol packin' player, gangsta mac for real\n  About my scrill got to pay my bills\n  Boy I'm in it to win it if you weak and timid\n  Better watch how you spend I take yalls like timmy\n  Busting out like tities in a bra that's too small\n  Grew up off too short stackin' scrill too tall\n  Max Drizzay, all damn dizzay\n  I keep hoes dizzay in a one time busay(busy)\n  Been rappin' before they called mac mall Brehmis\n  Rompin' peace Mike Robinson son of Dennis\n  I'm in this to deep like Tim, Jim, and Johnny\n  Much love for my cuddies Jay, Ray, and Ronny\n  Raping pockets I get mine however it come\n  Boy I get dumb about my income\n  Mac furly up early sippin' X-O\n  Nothing correctable; nigga you know\n  [Chorus x2]\n"},{"id":21504452,"name":"Nothin' Correctable","trackName":"Nothin' Correctable","artistName":"Mac Dre","albumName":"Stoopid Doo Doo Dumb","duration":291.204857,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah man, young Mac Dre\nI pops it boy, I pops it big\n[Verse 1:]\nIt all started off with the doctor telling my momma push\nOn that night in 1-9-7-0 mac dre hopped outhtat puss\nI've been soaking game since rock 'em sock 'em and hot wheels\nNot never the chance to pass me I keep 'em jocking, I got skills\nAnd when I'm on the mic, styles I got so many\nDrink privilege hennessy when I ain't fuckin' with brehmi\nM-A-C-D-R-E, that's me\nLike 'em freaky like Janet not Jackson but Jackme, whee\nTo all my niggas in Atlanta to Alabama\nRodreego blowin' only homie, don't fuck with bama\nI planned to have a ticket and kick it in the bahamas\nWatch your hutch and don't trust your baby momma\nCause I will get your scrill when I kill all in them guts\nDon't give a fuck when you give a crippled crab a crutch\nBut they respect it if not they get rejected\nI'm M-D the MC that's not to be corrected\n[Chorus x2]\n[? ], uno, dos, cuatro\nI'm sicker than ten j-cats that be gone off that vato\nMost sexual intelectuall with at least 6 figures before the decimal\nWarm, hot, and respectable but I'm nothing correctable\n[Verse 2:]\nI fucks with high rollers, shake highway patrollers\nQuick to pop the trunk but will come from the shoulders\nGot a cuddie named Dubee, he spit more raps than loogies\nAnd when he hand it to me I'm funky like him to me\nBaby do me is all them hutches holler\nI was breakin' bitches when phantom tops was on granada\nMore game than keno, down to trips to reno\nSippin' cappachino with Natalia Shapino\nC-note stacka' pack a P-89\nLove group sex take 'em three at a time\nAnd boy I be out of line when I'm full that tangerey\nQuick to grab the chopper, cock, aim and spray\nUrban guerilla warfare extraordinare\nYou know a bout my maccing but boy I'm more than a player\nResurrected double R elected\nHaters get ejected I'm nothing to be corrected\n[Chorus x2]\n[Verse 3:]\nPistol packin' player, gangsta mac for real\nAbout my scrill got to pay my bills\nBoy I'm in it to win it if you weak and timid\nBetter watch how you spend I take yalls like timmy\nBusting out like tities in a bra that's too small\nGrew up off too short stackin' scrill too tall\nMax Drizzay, all damn dizzay\nI keep hoes dizzay in a one time busay(busy)\nBeen rappin' before they called mac mall Brehmis\nRompin' peace Mike Robinson son of Dennis\nI'm in this to deep like Tim, Jim, and Johnny\nMuch love for my cuddies Jay, Ray, and Ronny\nRaping pockets I get mine however it come\nBoy I get dumb about my income\nMac furly up early sippin' X-O\nNothing correctable; nigga you know\n[Chorus x2]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Nothin' Correctable\n  artist: Mac Dre\n  album: Stoopid Doo Doo Dumb\n  duration_ms: 291205\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah man, young Mac Dre\n  I pops it boy, I pops it big\n  [Verse 1:]\n  It all started off with the doctor telling my momma push\n  On that night in 1-9-7-0 mac dre hopped outhtat puss\n  I've been soaking game since rock 'em sock 'em and hot wheels\n  Not never the chance to pass me I keep 'em jocking, I got skills\n  And when I'm on the mic, styles I got so many\n  Drink privilege hennessy when I ain't fuckin' with brehmi\n  M-A-C-D-R-E, that's me\n  Like 'em freaky like Janet not Jackson but Jackme, whee\n  To all my niggas in Atlanta to Alabama\n  Rodreego blowin' only homie, don't fuck with bama\n  I planned to have a ticket and kick it in the bahamas\n  Watch your hutch and don't trust your baby momma\n  Cause I will get your scrill when I kill all in them guts\n  Don't give a fuck when you give a crippled crab a crutch\n  But they respect it if not they get rejected\n  I'm M-D the MC that's not to be corrected\n  [Chorus x2]\n  [? ], uno, dos, cuatro\n  I'm sicker than ten j-cats that be gone off that vato\n  Most sexual intelectuall with at least 6 figures before the decimal\n  Warm, hot, and respectable but I'm nothing correctable\n  [Verse 2:]\n  I fucks with high rollers, shake highway patrollers\n  Quick to pop the trunk but will come from the shoulders\n  Got a cuddie named Dubee, he spit more raps than loogies\n  And when he hand it to me I'm funky like him to me\n  Baby do me is all them hutches holler\n  I was breakin' bitches when phantom tops was on granada\n  More game than keno, down to trips to reno\n  Sippin' cappachino with Natalia Shapino\n  C-note stacka' pack a P-89\n  Love group sex take 'em three at a time\n  And boy I be out of line when I'm full that tangerey\n  Quick to grab the chopper, cock, aim and spray\n  Urban guerilla warfare extraordinare\n  You know a bout my maccing but boy I'm more than a player\n  Resurrected double R elected\n  Haters get ejected I'm nothing to be corrected\n  [Chorus x2]\n  [Verse 3:]\n  Pistol packin' player, gangsta mac for real\n  About my scrill got to pay my bills\n  Boy I'm in it to win it if you weak and timid\n  Better watch how you spend I take yalls like timmy\n  Busting out like tities in a bra that's too small\n  Grew up off too short stackin' scrill too tall\n  Max Drizzay, all damn dizzay\n  I keep hoes dizzay in a one time busay(busy)\n  Been rappin' before they called mac mall Brehmis\n  Rompin' peace Mike Robinson son of Dennis\n  I'm in this to deep like Tim, Jim, and Johnny\n  Much love for my cuddies Jay, Ray, and Ronny\n  Raping pockets I get mine however it come\n  Boy I get dumb about my income\n  Mac furly up early sippin' X-O\n  Nothing correctable; nigga you know\n  [Chorus x2]\n"},{"id":28145252,"name":"Nothin' Correctable","trackName":"Nothin' Correctable","artistName":"Mac Dre","albumName":"Stupid Doo Doo Dumb","duration":291.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah man, young Mac Dre\nI pops it boy, I pops it big\n[Verse 1:]\nIt all started off with the doctor telling my momma push\nOn that night in 1-9-7-0 mac dre hopped outhtat puss\nI've been soaking game since rock 'em sock 'em and hot wheels\nNot never the chance to pass me I keep 'em jocking, I got skills\nAnd when I'm on the mic, styles I got so many\nDrink privilege hennessy when I ain't fuckin' with brehmi\nM-A-C-D-R-E, that's me\nLike 'em freaky like Janet not Jackson but Jackme, whee\nTo all my niggas in Atlanta to Alabama\nRodreego blowin' only homie, don't fuck with bama\nI planned to have a ticket and kick it in the bahamas\nWatch your hutch and don't trust your baby momma\nCause I will get your scrill when I kill all in them guts\nDon't give a fuck when you give a crippled crab a crutch\nBut they respect it if not they get rejected\nI'm M-D the MC that's not to be corrected\n[Chorus x2]\n[? ], uno, dos, cuatro\nI'm sicker than ten j-cats that be gone off that vato\nMost sexual intelectuall with at least 6 figures before the decimal\nWarm, hot, and respectable but I'm nothing correctable\n[Verse 2:]\nI fucks with high rollers, shake highway patrollers\nQuick to pop the trunk but will come from the shoulders\nGot a cuddie named Dubee, he spit more raps than loogies\nAnd when he hand it to me I'm funky like him to me\nBaby do me is all them hutches holler\nI was breakin' bitches when phantom tops was on granada\nMore game than keno, down to trips to reno\nSippin' cappachino with Natalia Shapino\nC-note stacka' pack a P-89\nLove group sex take 'em three at a time\nAnd boy I be out of line when I'm full that tangerey\nQuick to grab the chopper, cock, aim and spray\nUrban guerilla warfare extraordinare\nYou know a bout my maccing but boy I'm more than a player\nResurrected double R elected\nHaters get ejected I'm nothing to be corrected\n[Chorus x2]\n[Verse 3:]\nPistol packin' player, gangsta mac for real\nAbout my scrill got to pay my bills\nBoy I'm in it to win it if you weak and timid\nBetter watch how you spend I take yalls like timmy\nBusting out like tities in a bra that's too small\nGrew up off too short stackin' scrill too tall\nMax Drizzay, all damn dizzay\nI keep hoes dizzay in a one time busay(busy)\nBeen rappin' before they called mac mall Brehmis\nRompin' peace Mike Robinson son of Dennis\nI'm in this to deep like Tim, Jim, and Johnny\nMuch love for my cuddies Jay, Ray, and Ronny\nRaping pockets I get mine however it come\nBoy I get dumb about my income\nMac furly up early sippin' X-O\nNothing correctable; nigga you know\n[Chorus x2]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Nothin' Correctable\n  artist: Mac Dre\n  album: Stupid Doo Doo Dumb\n  duration_ms: 291000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah man, young Mac Dre\n  I pops it boy, I pops it big\n  [Verse 1:]\n  It all started off with the doctor telling my momma push\n  On that night in 1-9-7-0 mac dre hopped outhtat puss\n  I've been soaking game since rock 'em sock 'em and hot wheels\n  Not never the chance to pass me I keep 'em jocking, I got skills\n  And when I'm on the mic, styles I got so many\n  Drink privilege hennessy when I ain't fuckin' with brehmi\n  M-A-C-D-R-E, that's me\n  Like 'em freaky like Janet not Jackson but Jackme, whee\n  To all my niggas in Atlanta to Alabama\n  Rodreego blowin' only homie, don't fuck with bama\n  I planned to have a ticket and kick it in the bahamas\n  Watch your hutch and don't trust your baby momma\n  Cause I will get your scrill when I kill all in them guts\n  Don't give a fuck when you give a crippled crab a crutch\n  But they respect it if not they get rejected\n  I'm M-D the MC that's not to be corrected\n  [Chorus x2]\n  [? ], uno, dos, cuatro\n  I'm sicker than ten j-cats that be gone off that vato\n  Most sexual intelectuall with at least 6 figures before the decimal\n  Warm, hot, and respectable but I'm nothing correctable\n  [Verse 2:]\n  I fucks with high rollers, shake highway patrollers\n  Quick to pop the trunk but will come from the shoulders\n  Got a cuddie named Dubee, he spit more raps than loogies\n  And when he hand it to me I'm funky like him to me\n  Baby do me is all them hutches holler\n  I was breakin' bitches when phantom tops was on granada\n  More game than keno, down to trips to reno\n  Sippin' cappachino with Natalia Shapino\n  C-note stacka' pack a P-89\n  Love group sex take 'em three at a time\n  And boy I be out of line when I'm full that tangerey\n  Quick to grab the chopper, cock, aim and spray\n  Urban guerilla warfare extraordinare\n  You know a bout my maccing but boy I'm more than a player\n  Resurrected double R elected\n  Haters get ejected I'm nothing to be corrected\n  [Chorus x2]\n  [Verse 3:]\n  Pistol packin' player, gangsta mac for real\n  About my scrill got to pay my bills\n  Boy I'm in it to win it if you weak and timid\n  Better watch how you spend I take yalls like timmy\n  Busting out like tities in a bra that's too small\n  Grew up off too short stackin' scrill too tall\n  Max Drizzay, all damn dizzay\n  I keep hoes dizzay in a one time busay(busy)\n  Been rappin' before they called mac mall Brehmis\n  Rompin' peace Mike Robinson son of Dennis\n  I'm in this to deep like Tim, Jim, and Johnny\n  Much love for my cuddies Jay, Ray, and Ronny\n  Raping pockets I get mine however it come\n  Boy I get dumb about my income\n  Mac furly up early sippin' X-O\n  Nothing correctable; nigga you know\n  [Chorus x2]\n"}]