[{"id":26986173,"name":"Only In California","trackName":"Only In California","artistName":"Mack 10","albumName":"Best Of Mack 10","duration":279.405714,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Ice Cube]\nSpeak on it my nigga, speak on it (and my heat go)\n[Chorus]\nOnly in California\nWhere niggas pull heat and run up on ya (get your grind on)\nOnly in California (California)\nWhere niggas pull heat and run up ya (run up on ya)\nIce Cube the motherfucking don\nSnoop Doggy Dogg a.k.a. The Doggfather\nMack 10 alias the Chicken Hawk\nGangstas with rules\nCause you'se the niggas with no rules\nAin't got nothing to lose, we got everything to lose\nThrew his ass in, he feel the fin of the barracuda\nI negotiate Mack is the shooter\nYou the nigga on the journey strapped to this gurney\nWe break breads with accountants and attorneys\nCurrency never worry me (never)\nWho's got the balls to murder me\nDegree higher than a 33\nTell em what you drank (Hennessy)\nNever tell em what you thinking\nNever tell em where the body stinking\nFuck Lincoln, fuck Jackson, banking Franklin what you thanking\nHope your man come with the ransom\nLet me see you dance on, no longer handsome\nIf you don't drop off than walk off, watch him, watch him\n[Chorus]\n[Snoop Doggy Dogg]\nThem west coast niggas is real set trippas\nWill get you for them zippers, on a quest for them chippas\nSliding while we riding, not even hitting switches\nHanging at the high school getting at them young bitches\nI got the dove sacks, homies love that (who got the bud)\nWhere the bud at, hollering at my big homeboy who fresh out\nHanging at my grand mama house, homie burnt out\nWhat you gonna do when you get out of jail (speak on it)\nI'm gonna have some fun\nWhat do you consider fun a ounce and about five hun\nSo I put him on a move that I know about\nHooked him with a home girl from the South (good looking out)\nMoney made, plug a player in the game\nEspecially when he represent the same thing I claim\nDamn they don't make niggas like they used to\nThat's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce deuce (that's real)\nCause everybody wanna be a star\nIn the city of dope, a.k.a. caviar\n[Chorus]\n[Mack 10]\nWhat have we a house full of cavi (no stress)\nWell known riders from different sides of the West\nGot the hi-zoes licking up so hard we sticking up niggas\nTired of the bullshit so we clicken up\nNigga please we ain't tripping off C's and B's\nIt's the West side Connect with the DPG's\nFor the cheese we jab with the gift of the gab\nAlways capping, Mack, Cube and Snoop rapping\nNow how did that happen it's all good (fool)\nSo peep game If you could\nSnoop be from Long Beach and I be from Inglewood\nNow you despise cause it came to yo surprise\nTwo well known enemies now becoming allies\nIn Californ-I-A we parlay the G way\nSome wear red and black and some sport blue and gray\nSo gangsta's don't dance we hang boogie and bang\nSo it's the Westside Connect with the Dogg Pound Gang\n[Chorus]\n[Ice Cube]\nThere we have it, Ice motherfucking Cube\nThe big fish, rolling with the atomic dog\nSnoop Doggy Dogg, down with the ring leader\nMack motherfucking 10, coming back once again\nNigga we make and spend nigga\nAnd my heat goes boom boom boom boom boom boom","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Only In California\n artist: Mack 10\n album: Best Of Mack 10\n duration_ms: 279406\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Ice Cube]\n Speak on it my nigga, speak on it (and my heat go)\n [Chorus]\n Only in California\n Where niggas pull heat and run up on ya (get your grind on)\n Only in California (California)\n Where niggas pull heat and run up ya (run up on ya)\n Ice Cube the motherfucking don\n Snoop Doggy Dogg a.k.a. The Doggfather\n Mack 10 alias the Chicken Hawk\n Gangstas with rules\n Cause you'se the niggas with no rules\n Ain't got nothing to lose, we got everything to lose\n Threw his ass in, he feel the fin of the barracuda\n I negotiate Mack is the shooter\n You the nigga on the journey strapped to this gurney\n We break breads with accountants and attorneys\n Currency never worry me (never)\n Who's got the balls to murder me\n Degree higher than a 33\n Tell em what you drank (Hennessy)\n Never tell em what you thinking\n Never tell em where the body stinking\n Fuck Lincoln, fuck Jackson, banking Franklin what you thanking\n Hope your man come with the ransom\n Let me see you dance on, no longer handsome\n If you don't drop off than walk off, watch him, watch him\n [Chorus]\n [Snoop Doggy Dogg]\n Them west coast niggas is real set trippas\n Will get you for them zippers, on a quest for them chippas\n Sliding while we riding, not even hitting switches\n Hanging at the high school getting at them young bitches\n I got the dove sacks, homies love that (who got the bud)\n Where the bud at, hollering at my big homeboy who fresh out\n Hanging at my grand mama house, homie burnt out\n What you gonna do when you get out of jail (speak on it)\n I'm gonna have some fun\n What do you consider fun a ounce and about five hun\n So I put him on a move that I know about\n Hooked him with a home girl from the South (good looking out)\n Money made, plug a player in the game\n Especially when he represent the same thing I claim\n Damn they don't make niggas like they used to\n That's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce deuce (that's real)\n Cause everybody wanna be a star\n In the city of dope, a.k.a. caviar\n [Chorus]\n [Mack 10]\n What have we a house full of cavi (no stress)\n Well known riders from different sides of the West\n Got the hi-zoes licking up so hard we sticking up niggas\n Tired of the bullshit so we clicken up\n Nigga please we ain't tripping off C's and B's\n It's the West side Connect with the DPG's\n For the cheese we jab with the gift of the gab\n Always capping, Mack, Cube and Snoop rapping\n Now how did that happen it's all good (fool)\n So peep game If you could\n Snoop be from Long Beach and I be from Inglewood\n Now you despise cause it came to yo surprise\n Two well known enemies now becoming allies\n In Californ-I-A we parlay the G way\n Some wear red and black and some sport blue and gray\n So gangsta's don't dance we hang boogie and bang\n So it's the Westside Connect with the Dogg Pound Gang\n [Chorus]\n [Ice Cube]\n There we have it, Ice motherfucking Cube\n The big fish, rolling with the atomic dog\n Snoop Doggy Dogg, down with the ring leader\n Mack motherfucking 10, coming back once again\n Nigga we make and spend nigga\n And my heat goes boom boom boom boom boom boom\n"},{"id":26319916,"name":"Only In California","trackName":"Only In California","artistName":"Mack 10","albumName":"The Best Of Mack 10","duration":279.405714,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Ice Cube]\nSpeak on it my nigga, speak on it (and my heat go)\n[Chorus]\nOnly in California\nWhere niggas pull heat and run up on ya (get your grind on)\nOnly in California (California)\nWhere niggas pull heat and run up ya (run up on ya)\nIce Cube the motherfucking don\nSnoop Doggy Dogg a.k.a. The Doggfather\nMack 10 alias the Chicken Hawk\nGangstas with rules\nCause you'se the niggas with no rules\nAin't got nothing to lose, we got everything to lose\nThrew his ass in, he feel the fin of the barracuda\nI negotiate Mack is the shooter\nYou the nigga on the journey strapped to this gurney\nWe break breads with accountants and attorneys\nCurrency never worry me (never)\nWho's got the balls to murder me\nDegree higher than a 33\nTell em what you drank (Hennessy)\nNever tell em what you thinking\nNever tell em where the body stinking\nFuck Lincoln, fuck Jackson, banking Franklin what you thanking\nHope your man come with the ransom\nLet me see you dance on, no longer handsome\nIf you don't drop off than walk off, watch him, watch him\n[Chorus]\n[Snoop Doggy Dogg]\nThem west coast niggas is real set trippas\nWill get you for them zippers, on a quest for them chippas\nSliding while we riding, not even hitting switches\nHanging at the high school getting at them young bitches\nI got the dove sacks, homies love that (who got the bud)\nWhere the bud at, hollering at my big homeboy who fresh out\nHanging at my grand mama house, homie burnt out\nWhat you gonna do when you get out of jail (speak on it)\nI'm gonna have some fun\nWhat do you consider fun a ounce and about five hun\nSo I put him on a move that I know about\nHooked him with a home girl from the South (good looking out)\nMoney made, plug a player in the game\nEspecially when he represent the same thing I claim\nDamn they don't make niggas like they used to\nThat's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce deuce (that's real)\nCause everybody wanna be a star\nIn the city of dope, a.k.a. caviar\n[Chorus]\n[Mack 10]\nWhat have we a house full of cavi (no stress)\nWell known riders from different sides of the West\nGot the hi-zoes licking up so hard we sticking up niggas\nTired of the bullshit so we clicken up\nNigga please we ain't tripping off C's and B's\nIt's the West side Connect with the DPG's\nFor the cheese we jab with the gift of the gab\nAlways capping, Mack, Cube and Snoop rapping\nNow how did that happen it's all good (fool)\nSo peep game If you could\nSnoop be from Long Beach and I be from Inglewood\nNow you despise cause it came to yo surprise\nTwo well known enemies now becoming allies\nIn Californ-I-A we parlay the G way\nSome wear red and black and some sport blue and gray\nSo gangsta's don't dance we hang boogie and bang\nSo it's the Westside Connect with the Dogg Pound Gang\n[Chorus]\n[Ice Cube]\nThere we have it, Ice motherfucking Cube\nThe big fish, rolling with the atomic dog\nSnoop Doggy Dogg, down with the ring leader\nMack motherfucking 10, coming back once again\nNigga we make and spend nigga\nAnd my heat goes boom boom boom boom boom boom","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Only In California\n artist: Mack 10\n album: The Best Of Mack 10\n duration_ms: 279406\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Ice Cube]\n Speak on it my nigga, speak on it (and my heat go)\n [Chorus]\n Only in California\n Where niggas pull heat and run up on ya (get your grind on)\n Only in California (California)\n Where niggas pull heat and run up ya (run up on ya)\n Ice Cube the motherfucking don\n Snoop Doggy Dogg a.k.a. The Doggfather\n Mack 10 alias the Chicken Hawk\n Gangstas with rules\n Cause you'se the niggas with no rules\n Ain't got nothing to lose, we got everything to lose\n Threw his ass in, he feel the fin of the barracuda\n I negotiate Mack is the shooter\n You the nigga on the journey strapped to this gurney\n We break breads with accountants and attorneys\n Currency never worry me (never)\n Who's got the balls to murder me\n Degree higher than a 33\n Tell em what you drank (Hennessy)\n Never tell em what you thinking\n Never tell em where the body stinking\n Fuck Lincoln, fuck Jackson, banking Franklin what you thanking\n Hope your man come with the ransom\n Let me see you dance on, no longer handsome\n If you don't drop off than walk off, watch him, watch him\n [Chorus]\n [Snoop Doggy Dogg]\n Them west coast niggas is real set trippas\n Will get you for them zippers, on a quest for them chippas\n Sliding while we riding, not even hitting switches\n Hanging at the high school getting at them young bitches\n I got the dove sacks, homies love that (who got the bud)\n Where the bud at, hollering at my big homeboy who fresh out\n Hanging at my grand mama house, homie burnt out\n What you gonna do when you get out of jail (speak on it)\n I'm gonna have some fun\n What do you consider fun a ounce and about five hun\n So I put him on a move that I know about\n Hooked him with a home girl from the South (good looking out)\n Money made, plug a player in the game\n Especially when he represent the same thing I claim\n Damn they don't make niggas like they used to\n That's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce deuce (that's real)\n Cause everybody wanna be a star\n In the city of dope, a.k.a. caviar\n [Chorus]\n [Mack 10]\n What have we a house full of cavi (no stress)\n Well known riders from different sides of the West\n Got the hi-zoes licking up so hard we sticking up niggas\n Tired of the bullshit so we clicken up\n Nigga please we ain't tripping off C's and B's\n It's the West side Connect with the DPG's\n For the cheese we jab with the gift of the gab\n Always capping, Mack, Cube and Snoop rapping\n Now how did that happen it's all good (fool)\n So peep game If you could\n Snoop be from Long Beach and I be from Inglewood\n Now you despise cause it came to yo surprise\n Two well known enemies now becoming allies\n In Californ-I-A we parlay the G way\n Some wear red and black and some sport blue and gray\n So gangsta's don't dance we hang boogie and bang\n So it's the Westside Connect with the Dogg Pound Gang\n [Chorus]\n [Ice Cube]\n There we have it, Ice motherfucking Cube\n The big fish, rolling with the atomic dog\n Snoop Doggy Dogg, down with the ring leader\n Mack motherfucking 10, coming back once again\n Nigga we make and spend nigga\n And my heat goes boom boom boom boom boom boom\n"},{"id":33986519,"name":"Only in California","trackName":"Only in California","artistName":"Mack 10, Ice Cube & Snoop Dogg","albumName":"Best of Mack 10","duration":279.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Speak on it, my nigga, speak on it\n(And my heat goes)\n\nOnly in California\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n(Get your grind on)\nOnly in California\n(California)\n(Get your grind on)\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n(Run upon ya)\n\nIce Cube, the mutherfuckin' don\nSnoop Doggy Dogg, a.k.a. Tha Doggfather\nMack 10, alias the Chicken Hawk, gangstas with rules\n'Cause you the niggaz with no rules\n(California)\nAin't got nothing to lose, we got everything to lose\n\nThrew his ass in, he feel the fin of the barracuda\nI negotiate, \"Mack is the shooter\"\nYou the nigga on the journey strapped to this gurney\nWe break breads with accounts and attorneys\n\nCurrency never worry me\nWho's got the balls to murder me?\nDegree higher than a 33, tell 'em what you drank\nNever tell 'em what you thinkin', never tell 'em where the body stankin'\n\nFuck Lincoln, fuck Jackson, Bankin Franklin, what you thankin'?\nHope your man come with the ransom\nLet me see you dance on, no longer handsome\nIf you don't drop off then walk off, watch him, watch him\n\nOnly in California\n(Speak on it)\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\nOnly in California\n(California)\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n(Run upon ya)\n(Hey don't fuck)\n\nThem West Coast niggaz is real set trippas\n[Incomprehensible] zippas on a quest for them chippas\nSlidin' while we ridin', not even hittin' switches\nHangin' at the high school gettin' at them young bitches\n\nI got the dove sacks, homies love that\n\"Nigga, where the bud at?\" Hollering at my big homeboy who fresh out\nHangin' at my grand mama house, homie burnt out\nWhat you gonna do when you get out of jail?\n\nI'm gonna have some fun\nWhat do you consider fun? An ounce and about five hun\nSo I put him on a move that I knew about\nHooked him with a homegirl from the South, good lookin' out\n\nMoney made, plug a playa in the game\nEspecially when he represent the same thing I claim\nDamn, they don't make niggaz like they used to\nThat's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce, deuce\n'Cause everybody wanna be a star in the city of dope, a.k.a. Caviar\n\nOnly in California\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\nOnly in California\n(California)\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n(Run upon ya)\n\nWhat have we? A house full of cavi? No, stress\nWell known ridas from different sides of the West\nGot the hi-zoes lickin' up so hard, we stickin' up\nNiggaz tired of the bullshit so we all clic it up\n\nNigga, please, we ain't trippin' off C's and B's\nIt's the Westside Connect with the DPG's\nFor the cheese we jab with the gift of the gab always cappin'\nMack, Cube and Snoop rappin', now, how did that happen?\n\nIt's all good, fool so peep game if you could\nSnoop be from Long Beach and I be from Inglewood\nNow, you despise 'cause it came to yo surprise\nTwo well known enemies now becoming allies\n\nIn Californ-I-A we parlay the G way\nSome wear red and black and some sport blue and gray\nWell, gangstas don't dance, we hang boogie and bang\nSo it's the Westside Connect with the Dogg Pound Gang\n\nOnly in California\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\nOnly in California\n(California)\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n(Run upon ya)\n\nThere we have it, Ice motherfuckin' Cube, the big fish\nRollin' with the atomic dog, Snoop Doggy Dogg\nDown with the ring leader, Mack motherfuckin' 10\nComing back once again, nigga, we make and spend, nigga\n\nAnd my heat goes, and my heat goes\nAnd my heat goes, and my heat goes\n\nAnd my heat goes\nBoom boom boom, boom boom boom\nAnd my heat goes\nBoom boom boom, boom boom boom\n\nAnd my heat goes\nBoom boom boom, boom boom boom\nAnd my heat goes\nBoom boom boom, boom boom boom\nAnd my heat goes, I'll be dammned\n[Incomprehensible]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Only in California\n artist: Mack 10, Ice Cube & Snoop Dogg\n album: Best of Mack 10\n duration_ms: 279000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Speak on it, my nigga, speak on it\n (And my heat goes)\n\n Only in California\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n (Get your grind on)\n Only in California\n (California)\n (Get your grind on)\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n (Run upon ya)\n\n Ice Cube, the mutherfuckin' don\n Snoop Doggy Dogg, a.k.a. Tha Doggfather\n Mack 10, alias the Chicken Hawk, gangstas with rules\n 'Cause you the niggaz with no rules\n (California)\n Ain't got nothing to lose, we got everything to lose\n\n Threw his ass in, he feel the fin of the barracuda\n I negotiate, \"Mack is the shooter\"\n You the nigga on the journey strapped to this gurney\n We break breads with accounts and attorneys\n\n Currency never worry me\n Who's got the balls to murder me?\n Degree higher than a 33, tell 'em what you drank\n Never tell 'em what you thinkin', never tell 'em where the body stankin'\n\n Fuck Lincoln, fuck Jackson, Bankin Franklin, what you thankin'?\n Hope your man come with the ransom\n Let me see you dance on, no longer handsome\n If you don't drop off then walk off, watch him, watch him\n\n Only in California\n (Speak on it)\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n Only in California\n (California)\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n (Run upon ya)\n (Hey don't fuck)\n\n Them West Coast niggaz is real set trippas\n [Incomprehensible] zippas on a quest for them chippas\n Slidin' while we ridin', not even hittin' switches\n Hangin' at the high school gettin' at them young bitches\n\n I got the dove sacks, homies love that\n \"Nigga, where the bud at?\" Hollering at my big homeboy who fresh out\n Hangin' at my grand mama house, homie burnt out\n What you gonna do when you get out of jail?\n\n I'm gonna have some fun\n What do you consider fun? An ounce and about five hun\n So I put him on a move that I knew about\n Hooked him with a homegirl from the South, good lookin' out\n\n Money made, plug a playa in the game\n Especially when he represent the same thing I claim\n Damn, they don't make niggaz like they used to\n That's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce, deuce\n 'Cause everybody wanna be a star in the city of dope, a.k.a. Caviar\n\n Only in California\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n Only in California\n (California)\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n (Run upon ya)\n\n What have we? A house full of cavi? No, stress\n Well known ridas from different sides of the West\n Got the hi-zoes lickin' up so hard, we stickin' up\n Niggaz tired of the bullshit so we all clic it up\n\n Nigga, please, we ain't trippin' off C's and B's\n It's the Westside Connect with the DPG's\n For the cheese we jab with the gift of the gab always cappin'\n Mack, Cube and Snoop rappin', now, how did that happen?\n\n It's all good, fool so peep game if you could\n Snoop be from Long Beach and I be from Inglewood\n Now, you despise 'cause it came to yo surprise\n Two well known enemies now becoming allies\n\n In Californ-I-A we parlay the G way\n Some wear red and black and some sport blue and gray\n Well, gangstas don't dance, we hang boogie and bang\n So it's the Westside Connect with the Dogg Pound Gang\n\n Only in California\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n Only in California\n (California)\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n (Run upon ya)\n\n There we have it, Ice motherfuckin' Cube, the big fish\n Rollin' with the atomic dog, Snoop Doggy Dogg\n Down with the ring leader, Mack motherfuckin' 10\n Coming back once again, nigga, we make and spend, nigga\n\n And my heat goes, and my heat goes\n And my heat goes, and my heat goes\n\n And my heat goes\n Boom boom boom, boom boom boom\n And my heat goes\n Boom boom boom, boom boom boom\n\n And my heat goes\n Boom boom boom, boom boom boom\n And my heat goes\n Boom boom boom, boom boom boom\n And my heat goes, I'll be dammned\n [Incomprehensible]\n"},{"id":29727918,"name":"Only In California","trackName":"Only In California","artistName":"Mack 10","albumName":"Promo Only Urban Radio March 98","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Ice Cube]\nSpeak on it my nigga, speak on it (and my heat go)\n[Chorus]\nOnly in California\nWhere niggas pull heat and run up on ya (get your grind on)\nOnly in California (California)\nWhere niggas pull heat and run up ya (run up on ya)\nIce Cube the motherfucking don\nSnoop Doggy Dogg a.k.a. The Doggfather\nMack 10 alias the Chicken Hawk\nGangstas with rules\nCause you'se the niggas with no rules\nAin't got nothing to lose, we got everything to lose\nThrew his ass in, he feel the fin of the barracuda\nI negotiate Mack is the shooter\nYou the nigga on the journey strapped to this gurney\nWe break breads with accountants and attorneys\nCurrency never worry me (never)\nWho's got the balls to murder me\nDegree higher than a 33\nTell em what you drank (Hennessy)\nNever tell em what you thinking\nNever tell em where the body stinking\nFuck Lincoln, fuck Jackson, banking Franklin what you thanking\nHope your man come with the ransom\nLet me see you dance on, no longer handsome\nIf you don't drop off than walk off, watch him, watch him\n[Chorus]\n[Snoop Doggy Dogg]\nThem west coast niggas is real set trippas\nWill get you for them zippers, on a quest for them chippas\nSliding while we riding, not even hitting switches\nHanging at the high school getting at them young bitches\nI got the dove sacks, homies love that (who got the bud)\nWhere the bud at, hollering at my big homeboy who fresh out\nHanging at my grand mama house, homie burnt out\nWhat you gonna do when you get out of jail (speak on it)\nI'm gonna have some fun\nWhat do you consider fun a ounce and about five hun\nSo I put him on a move that I know about\nHooked him with a home girl from the South (good looking out)\nMoney made, plug a player in the game\nEspecially when he represent the same thing I claim\nDamn they don't make niggas like they used to\nThat's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce deuce (that's real)\nCause everybody wanna be a star\nIn the city of dope, a.k.a. caviar\n[Chorus]\n[Mack 10]\nWhat have we a house full of cavi (no stress)\nWell known riders from different sides of the West\nGot the hi-zoes licking up so hard we sticking up niggas\nTired of the bullshit so we clicken up\nNigga please we ain't tripping off C's and B's\nIt's the West side Connect with the DPG's\nFor the cheese we jab with the gift of the gab\nAlways capping, Mack, Cube and Snoop rapping\nNow how did that happen it's all good (fool)\nSo peep game If you could\nSnoop be from Long Beach and I be from Inglewood\nNow you despise cause it came to yo surprise\nTwo well known enemies now becoming allies\nIn Californ-I-A we parlay the G way\nSome wear red and black and some sport blue and gray\nSo gangsta's don't dance we hang boogie and bang\nSo it's the Westside Connect with the Dogg Pound Gang\n[Chorus]\n[Ice Cube]\nThere we have it, Ice motherfucking Cube\nThe big fish, rolling with the atomic dog\nSnoop Doggy Dogg, down with the ring leader\nMack motherfucking 10, coming back once again\nNigga we make and spend nigga\nAnd my heat goes boom boom boom boom boom boom","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Only In California\n artist: Mack 10\n album: Promo Only Urban Radio March 98\n duration_ms: 274000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Ice Cube]\n Speak on it my nigga, speak on it (and my heat go)\n [Chorus]\n Only in California\n Where niggas pull heat and run up on ya (get your grind on)\n Only in California (California)\n Where niggas pull heat and run up ya (run up on ya)\n Ice Cube the motherfucking don\n Snoop Doggy Dogg a.k.a. The Doggfather\n Mack 10 alias the Chicken Hawk\n Gangstas with rules\n Cause you'se the niggas with no rules\n Ain't got nothing to lose, we got everything to lose\n Threw his ass in, he feel the fin of the barracuda\n I negotiate Mack is the shooter\n You the nigga on the journey strapped to this gurney\n We break breads with accountants and attorneys\n Currency never worry me (never)\n Who's got the balls to murder me\n Degree higher than a 33\n Tell em what you drank (Hennessy)\n Never tell em what you thinking\n Never tell em where the body stinking\n Fuck Lincoln, fuck Jackson, banking Franklin what you thanking\n Hope your man come with the ransom\n Let me see you dance on, no longer handsome\n If you don't drop off than walk off, watch him, watch him\n [Chorus]\n [Snoop Doggy Dogg]\n Them west coast niggas is real set trippas\n Will get you for them zippers, on a quest for them chippas\n Sliding while we riding, not even hitting switches\n Hanging at the high school getting at them young bitches\n I got the dove sacks, homies love that (who got the bud)\n Where the bud at, hollering at my big homeboy who fresh out\n Hanging at my grand mama house, homie burnt out\n What you gonna do when you get out of jail (speak on it)\n I'm gonna have some fun\n What do you consider fun a ounce and about five hun\n So I put him on a move that I know about\n Hooked him with a home girl from the South (good looking out)\n Money made, plug a player in the game\n Especially when he represent the same thing I claim\n Damn they don't make niggas like they used to\n That's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce deuce (that's real)\n Cause everybody wanna be a star\n In the city of dope, a.k.a. caviar\n [Chorus]\n [Mack 10]\n What have we a house full of cavi (no stress)\n Well known riders from different sides of the West\n Got the hi-zoes licking up so hard we sticking up niggas\n Tired of the bullshit so we clicken up\n Nigga please we ain't tripping off C's and B's\n It's the West side Connect with the DPG's\n For the cheese we jab with the gift of the gab\n Always capping, Mack, Cube and Snoop rapping\n Now how did that happen it's all good (fool)\n So peep game If you could\n Snoop be from Long Beach and I be from Inglewood\n Now you despise cause it came to yo surprise\n Two well known enemies now becoming allies\n In Californ-I-A we parlay the G way\n Some wear red and black and some sport blue and gray\n So gangsta's don't dance we hang boogie and bang\n So it's the Westside Connect with the Dogg Pound Gang\n [Chorus]\n [Ice Cube]\n There we have it, Ice motherfucking Cube\n The big fish, rolling with the atomic dog\n Snoop Doggy Dogg, down with the ring leader\n Mack motherfucking 10, coming back once again\n Nigga we make and spend nigga\n And my heat goes boom boom boom boom boom boom\n"},{"id":32169627,"name":"Only In California","trackName":"Only In California","artistName":"Mack 10","albumName":"Promo Only Rhythm Radio February 1998","duration":273.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Ice Cube]\nSpeak on it my nigga, speak on it (and my heat go)\n[Chorus]\nOnly in California\nWhere niggas pull heat and run up on ya (get your grind on)\nOnly in California (California)\nWhere niggas pull heat and run up ya (run up on ya)\nIce Cube the motherfucking don\nSnoop Doggy Dogg a.k.a. The Doggfather\nMack 10 alias the Chicken Hawk\nGangstas with rules\nCause you'se the niggas with no rules\nAin't got nothing to lose, we got everything to lose\nThrew his ass in, he feel the fin of the barracuda\nI negotiate Mack is the shooter\nYou the nigga on the journey strapped to this gurney\nWe break breads with accountants and attorneys\nCurrency never worry me (never)\nWho's got the balls to murder me\nDegree higher than a 33\nTell em what you drank (Hennessy)\nNever tell em what you thinking\nNever tell em where the body stinking\nFuck Lincoln, fuck Jackson, banking Franklin what you thanking\nHope your man come with the ransom\nLet me see you dance on, no longer handsome\nIf you don't drop off than walk off, watch him, watch him\n[Chorus]\n[Snoop Doggy Dogg]\nThem west coast niggas is real set trippas\nWill get you for them zippers, on a quest for them chippas\nSliding while we riding, not even hitting switches\nHanging at the high school getting at them young bitches\nI got the dove sacks, homies love that (who got the bud)\nWhere the bud at, hollering at my big homeboy who fresh out\nHanging at my grand mama house, homie burnt out\nWhat you gonna do when you get out of jail (speak on it)\nI'm gonna have some fun\nWhat do you consider fun a ounce and about five hun\nSo I put him on a move that I know about\nHooked him with a home girl from the South (good looking out)\nMoney made, plug a player in the game\nEspecially when he represent the same thing I claim\nDamn they don't make niggas like they used to\nThat's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce deuce (that's real)\nCause everybody wanna be a star\nIn the city of dope, a.k.a. caviar\n[Chorus]\n[Mack 10]\nWhat have we a house full of cavi (no stress)\nWell known riders from different sides of the West\nGot the hi-zoes licking up so hard we sticking up niggas\nTired of the bullshit so we clicken up\nNigga please we ain't tripping off C's and B's\nIt's the West side Connect with the DPG's\nFor the cheese we jab with the gift of the gab\nAlways capping, Mack, Cube and Snoop rapping\nNow how did that happen it's all good (fool)\nSo peep game If you could\nSnoop be from Long Beach and I be from Inglewood\nNow you despise cause it came to yo surprise\nTwo well known enemies now becoming allies\nIn Californ-I-A we parlay the G way\nSome wear red and black and some sport blue and gray\nSo gangsta's don't dance we hang boogie and bang\nSo it's the Westside Connect with the Dogg Pound Gang\n[Chorus]\n[Ice Cube]\nThere we have it, Ice motherfucking Cube\nThe big fish, rolling with the atomic dog\nSnoop Doggy Dogg, down with the ring leader\nMack motherfucking 10, coming back once again\nNigga we make and spend nigga\nAnd my heat goes boom boom boom boom boom boom","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Only In California\n artist: Mack 10\n album: Promo Only Rhythm Radio February 1998\n duration_ms: 273000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Ice Cube]\n Speak on it my nigga, speak on it (and my heat go)\n [Chorus]\n Only in California\n Where niggas pull heat and run up on ya (get your grind on)\n Only in California (California)\n Where niggas pull heat and run up ya (run up on ya)\n Ice Cube the motherfucking don\n Snoop Doggy Dogg a.k.a. The Doggfather\n Mack 10 alias the Chicken Hawk\n Gangstas with rules\n Cause you'se the niggas with no rules\n Ain't got nothing to lose, we got everything to lose\n Threw his ass in, he feel the fin of the barracuda\n I negotiate Mack is the shooter\n You the nigga on the journey strapped to this gurney\n We break breads with accountants and attorneys\n Currency never worry me (never)\n Who's got the balls to murder me\n Degree higher than a 33\n Tell em what you drank (Hennessy)\n Never tell em what you thinking\n Never tell em where the body stinking\n Fuck Lincoln, fuck Jackson, banking Franklin what you thanking\n Hope your man come with the ransom\n Let me see you dance on, no longer handsome\n If you don't drop off than walk off, watch him, watch him\n [Chorus]\n [Snoop Doggy Dogg]\n Them west coast niggas is real set trippas\n Will get you for them zippers, on a quest for them chippas\n Sliding while we riding, not even hitting switches\n Hanging at the high school getting at them young bitches\n I got the dove sacks, homies love that (who got the bud)\n Where the bud at, hollering at my big homeboy who fresh out\n Hanging at my grand mama house, homie burnt out\n What you gonna do when you get out of jail (speak on it)\n I'm gonna have some fun\n What do you consider fun a ounce and about five hun\n So I put him on a move that I know about\n Hooked him with a home girl from the South (good looking out)\n Money made, plug a player in the game\n Especially when he represent the same thing I claim\n Damn they don't make niggas like they used to\n That's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce deuce (that's real)\n Cause everybody wanna be a star\n In the city of dope, a.k.a. caviar\n [Chorus]\n [Mack 10]\n What have we a house full of cavi (no stress)\n Well known riders from different sides of the West\n Got the hi-zoes licking up so hard we sticking up niggas\n Tired of the bullshit so we clicken up\n Nigga please we ain't tripping off C's and B's\n It's the West side Connect with the DPG's\n For the cheese we jab with the gift of the gab\n Always capping, Mack, Cube and Snoop rapping\n Now how did that happen it's all good (fool)\n So peep game If you could\n Snoop be from Long Beach and I be from Inglewood\n Now you despise cause it came to yo surprise\n Two well known enemies now becoming allies\n In Californ-I-A we parlay the G way\n Some wear red and black and some sport blue and gray\n So gangsta's don't dance we hang boogie and bang\n So it's the Westside Connect with the Dogg Pound Gang\n [Chorus]\n [Ice Cube]\n There we have it, Ice motherfucking Cube\n The big fish, rolling with the atomic dog\n Snoop Doggy Dogg, down with the ring leader\n Mack motherfucking 10, coming back once again\n Nigga we make and spend nigga\n And my heat goes boom boom boom boom boom boom\n"},{"id":23116453,"name":"Only In California (feat. Ice Cube Snoop Doggy Dogg)","trackName":"Only In California (feat. Ice Cube Snoop Doggy Dogg)","artistName":"Mack 10","albumName":"Foe Life (The Best Of Mack 10)","duration":279.405714,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Speak on it, my nigga, speak on it\n(And my heat goes)\n\nOnly in California\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n(Get your grind on)\nOnly in California\n(California)\n(Get your grind on)\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n(Run upon ya)\n\nIce Cube, the mutherfuckin' don\nSnoop Doggy Dogg, a.k.a. Tha Doggfather\nMack 10, alias the Chicken Hawk, gangstas with rules\n'Cause you the niggaz with no rules\n(California)\nAin't got nothing to lose, we got everything to lose\n\nThrew his ass in, he feel the fin of the barracuda\nI negotiate, \"Mack is the shooter\"\nYou the nigga on the journey strapped to this gurney\nWe break breads with accounts and attorneys\n\nCurrency never worry me\nWho's got the balls to murder me?\nDegree higher than a 33, tell 'em what you drank\nNever tell 'em what you thinkin', never tell 'em where the body stankin'\n\nFuck Lincoln, fuck Jackson, Bankin Franklin, what you thankin'?\nHope your man come with the ransom\nLet me see you dance on, no longer handsome\nIf you don't drop off then walk off, watch him, watch him\n\nOnly in California\n(Speak on it)\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\nOnly in California\n(California)\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n(Run upon ya)\n(Hey don't fuck)\n\nThem West Coast niggaz is real set trippas\n[Incomprehensible] zippas on a quest for them chippas\nSlidin' while we ridin', not even hittin' switches\nHangin' at the high school gettin' at them young bitches\n\nI got the dove sacks, homies love that\n\"Nigga, where the bud at?\" Hollering at my big homeboy who fresh out\nHangin' at my grand mama house, homie burnt out\nWhat you gonna do when you get out of jail?\n\nI'm gonna have some fun\nWhat do you consider fun? An ounce and about five hun\nSo I put him on a move that I knew about\nHooked him with a homegirl from the South, good lookin' out\n\nMoney made, plug a playa in the game\nEspecially when he represent the same thing I claim\nDamn, they don't make niggaz like they used to\nThat's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce, deuce\n'Cause everybody wanna be a star in the city of dope, a.k.a. Caviar\n\nOnly in California\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\nOnly in California\n(California)\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n(Run upon ya)\n\nWhat have we? A house full of cavi? No, stress\nWell known ridas from different sides of the West\nGot the hi-zoes lickin' up so hard, we stickin' up\nNiggaz tired of the bullshit so we all clic it up\n\nNigga, please, we ain't trippin' off C's and B's\nIt's the Westside Connect with the DPG's\nFor the cheese we jab with the gift of the gab always cappin'\nMack, Cube and Snoop rappin', now, how did that happen?\n\nIt's all good, fool so peep game if you could\nSnoop be from Long Beach and I be from Inglewood\nNow, you despise 'cause it came to yo surprise\nTwo well known enemies now becoming allies\n\nIn Californ-I-A we parlay the G way\nSome wear red and black and some sport blue and gray\nWell, gangstas don't dance, we hang boogie and bang\nSo it's the Westside Connect with the Dogg Pound Gang\n\nOnly in California\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\nOnly in California\n(California)\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n(Run upon ya)\n\nThere we have it, Ice motherfuckin' Cube, the big fish\nRollin' with the atomic dog, Snoop Doggy Dogg\nDown with the ring leader, Mack motherfuckin' 10\nComing back once again, nigga, we make and spend, nigga\n\nAnd my heat goes, and my heat goes\nAnd my heat goes, and my heat goes\n\nAnd my heat goes\nBoom boom boom, boom boom boom\nAnd my heat goes\nBoom boom boom, boom boom boom\n\nAnd my heat goes\nBoom boom boom, boom boom boom\nAnd my heat goes\nBoom boom boom, boom boom boom\nAnd my heat goes, I'll be dammned\n[Incomprehensible]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Only In California (feat. Ice Cube Snoop Doggy Dogg)\n artist: Mack 10\n album: Foe Life (The Best Of Mack 10)\n duration_ms: 279406\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Speak on it, my nigga, speak on it\n (And my heat goes)\n\n Only in California\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n (Get your grind on)\n Only in California\n (California)\n (Get your grind on)\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n (Run upon ya)\n\n Ice Cube, the mutherfuckin' don\n Snoop Doggy Dogg, a.k.a. Tha Doggfather\n Mack 10, alias the Chicken Hawk, gangstas with rules\n 'Cause you the niggaz with no rules\n (California)\n Ain't got nothing to lose, we got everything to lose\n\n Threw his ass in, he feel the fin of the barracuda\n I negotiate, \"Mack is the shooter\"\n You the nigga on the journey strapped to this gurney\n We break breads with accounts and attorneys\n\n Currency never worry me\n Who's got the balls to murder me?\n Degree higher than a 33, tell 'em what you drank\n Never tell 'em what you thinkin', never tell 'em where the body stankin'\n\n Fuck Lincoln, fuck Jackson, Bankin Franklin, what you thankin'?\n Hope your man come with the ransom\n Let me see you dance on, no longer handsome\n If you don't drop off then walk off, watch him, watch him\n\n Only in California\n (Speak on it)\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n Only in California\n (California)\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n (Run upon ya)\n (Hey don't fuck)\n\n Them West Coast niggaz is real set trippas\n [Incomprehensible] zippas on a quest for them chippas\n Slidin' while we ridin', not even hittin' switches\n Hangin' at the high school gettin' at them young bitches\n\n I got the dove sacks, homies love that\n \"Nigga, where the bud at?\" Hollering at my big homeboy who fresh out\n Hangin' at my grand mama house, homie burnt out\n What you gonna do when you get out of jail?\n\n I'm gonna have some fun\n What do you consider fun? An ounce and about five hun\n So I put him on a move that I knew about\n Hooked him with a homegirl from the South, good lookin' out\n\n Money made, plug a playa in the game\n Especially when he represent the same thing I claim\n Damn, they don't make niggaz like they used to\n That's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce, deuce\n 'Cause everybody wanna be a star in the city of dope, a.k.a. Caviar\n\n Only in California\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n Only in California\n (California)\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n (Run upon ya)\n\n What have we? A house full of cavi? No, stress\n Well known ridas from different sides of the West\n Got the hi-zoes lickin' up so hard, we stickin' up\n Niggaz tired of the bullshit so we all clic it up\n\n Nigga, please, we ain't trippin' off C's and B's\n It's the Westside Connect with the DPG's\n For the cheese we jab with the gift of the gab always cappin'\n Mack, Cube and Snoop rappin', now, how did that happen?\n\n It's all good, fool so peep game if you could\n Snoop be from Long Beach and I be from Inglewood\n Now, you despise 'cause it came to yo surprise\n Two well known enemies now becoming allies\n\n In Californ-I-A we parlay the G way\n Some wear red and black and some sport blue and gray\n Well, gangstas don't dance, we hang boogie and bang\n So it's the Westside Connect with the Dogg Pound Gang\n\n Only in California\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n Only in California\n (California)\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n (Run upon ya)\n\n There we have it, Ice motherfuckin' Cube, the big fish\n Rollin' with the atomic dog, Snoop Doggy Dogg\n Down with the ring leader, Mack motherfuckin' 10\n Coming back once again, nigga, we make and spend, nigga\n\n And my heat goes, and my heat goes\n And my heat goes, and my heat goes\n\n And my heat goes\n Boom boom boom, boom boom boom\n And my heat goes\n Boom boom boom, boom boom boom\n\n And my heat goes\n Boom boom boom, boom boom boom\n And my heat goes\n Boom boom boom, boom boom boom\n And my heat goes, I'll be dammned\n [Incomprehensible]\n"},{"id":38243367,"name":"Only In California","trackName":"Only In California","artistName":"Mack 10","albumName":"Chapter 177- In God We Trust","duration":656.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Ice Cube]\nSpeak on it my nigga, speak on it (and my heat go)\n[Chorus]\nOnly in California\nWhere niggas pull heat and run up on ya (get your grind on)\nOnly in California (California)\nWhere niggas pull heat and run up ya (run up on ya)\nIce Cube the motherfucking don\nSnoop Doggy Dogg a.k.a. The Doggfather\nMack 10 alias the Chicken Hawk\nGangstas with rules\nCause you'se the niggas with no rules\nAin't got nothing to lose, we got everything to lose\nThrew his ass in, he feel the fin of the barracuda\nI negotiate Mack is the shooter\nYou the nigga on the journey strapped to this gurney\nWe break breads with accountants and attorneys\nCurrency never worry me (never)\nWho's got the balls to murder me\nDegree higher than a 33\nTell em what you drank (Hennessy)\nNever tell em what you thinking\nNever tell em where the body stinking\nFuck Lincoln, fuck Jackson, banking Franklin what you thanking\nHope your man come with the ransom\nLet me see you dance on, no longer handsome\nIf you don't drop off than walk off, watch him, watch him\n[Chorus]\n[Snoop Doggy Dogg]\nThem west coast niggas is real set trippas\nWill get you for them zippers, on a quest for them chippas\nSliding while we riding, not even hitting switches\nHanging at the high school getting at them young bitches\nI got the dove sacks, homies love that (who got the bud)\nWhere the bud at, hollering at my big homeboy who fresh out\nHanging at my grand mama house, homie burnt out\nWhat you gonna do when you get out of jail (speak on it)\nI'm gonna have some fun\nWhat do you consider fun a ounce and about five hun\nSo I put him on a move that I know about\nHooked him with a home girl from the South (good looking out)\nMoney made, plug a player in the game\nEspecially when he represent the same thing I claim\nDamn they don't make niggas like they used to\nThat's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce deuce (that's real)\nCause everybody wanna be a star\nIn the city of dope, a.k.a. caviar\n[Chorus]\n[Mack 10]\nWhat have we a house full of cavi (no stress)\nWell known riders from different sides of the West\nGot the hi-zoes licking up so hard we sticking up niggas\nTired of the bullshit so we clicken up\nNigga please we ain't tripping off C's and B's\nIt's the West side Connect with the DPG's\nFor the cheese we jab with the gift of the gab\nAlways capping, Mack, Cube and Snoop rapping\nNow how did that happen it's all good (fool)\nSo peep game If you could\nSnoop be from Long Beach and I be from Inglewood\nNow you despise cause it came to yo surprise\nTwo well known enemies now becoming allies\nIn Californ-I-A we parlay the G way\nSome wear red and black and some sport blue and gray\nSo gangsta's don't dance we hang boogie and bang\nSo it's the Westside Connect with the Dogg Pound Gang\n[Chorus]\n[Ice Cube]\nThere we have it, Ice motherfucking Cube\nThe big fish, rolling with the atomic dog\nSnoop Doggy Dogg, down with the ring leader\nMack motherfucking 10, coming back once again\nNigga we make and spend nigga\nAnd my heat goes boom boom boom boom boom boom","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Only In California\n artist: Mack 10\n album: Chapter 177- In God We Trust\n duration_ms: 656000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Ice Cube]\n Speak on it my nigga, speak on it (and my heat go)\n [Chorus]\n Only in California\n Where niggas pull heat and run up on ya (get your grind on)\n Only in California (California)\n Where niggas pull heat and run up ya (run up on ya)\n Ice Cube the motherfucking don\n Snoop Doggy Dogg a.k.a. The Doggfather\n Mack 10 alias the Chicken Hawk\n Gangstas with rules\n Cause you'se the niggas with no rules\n Ain't got nothing to lose, we got everything to lose\n Threw his ass in, he feel the fin of the barracuda\n I negotiate Mack is the shooter\n You the nigga on the journey strapped to this gurney\n We break breads with accountants and attorneys\n Currency never worry me (never)\n Who's got the balls to murder me\n Degree higher than a 33\n Tell em what you drank (Hennessy)\n Never tell em what you thinking\n Never tell em where the body stinking\n Fuck Lincoln, fuck Jackson, banking Franklin what you thanking\n Hope your man come with the ransom\n Let me see you dance on, no longer handsome\n If you don't drop off than walk off, watch him, watch him\n [Chorus]\n [Snoop Doggy Dogg]\n Them west coast niggas is real set trippas\n Will get you for them zippers, on a quest for them chippas\n Sliding while we riding, not even hitting switches\n Hanging at the high school getting at them young bitches\n I got the dove sacks, homies love that (who got the bud)\n Where the bud at, hollering at my big homeboy who fresh out\n Hanging at my grand mama house, homie burnt out\n What you gonna do when you get out of jail (speak on it)\n I'm gonna have some fun\n What do you consider fun a ounce and about five hun\n So I put him on a move that I know about\n Hooked him with a home girl from the South (good looking out)\n Money made, plug a player in the game\n Especially when he represent the same thing I claim\n Damn they don't make niggas like they used to\n That's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce deuce (that's real)\n Cause everybody wanna be a star\n In the city of dope, a.k.a. caviar\n [Chorus]\n [Mack 10]\n What have we a house full of cavi (no stress)\n Well known riders from different sides of the West\n Got the hi-zoes licking up so hard we sticking up niggas\n Tired of the bullshit so we clicken up\n Nigga please we ain't tripping off C's and B's\n It's the West side Connect with the DPG's\n For the cheese we jab with the gift of the gab\n Always capping, Mack, Cube and Snoop rapping\n Now how did that happen it's all good (fool)\n So peep game If you could\n Snoop be from Long Beach and I be from Inglewood\n Now you despise cause it came to yo surprise\n Two well known enemies now becoming allies\n In Californ-I-A we parlay the G way\n Some wear red and black and some sport blue and gray\n So gangsta's don't dance we hang boogie and bang\n So it's the Westside Connect with the Dogg Pound Gang\n [Chorus]\n [Ice Cube]\n There we have it, Ice motherfucking Cube\n The big fish, rolling with the atomic dog\n Snoop Doggy Dogg, down with the ring leader\n Mack motherfucking 10, coming back once again\n Nigga we make and spend nigga\n And my heat goes boom boom boom boom boom boom\n"},{"id":6074866,"name":"Only In California","trackName":"Only In California","artistName":"Mack 10","albumName":"Based On a True Story","duration":279.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Ice Cube]\nSpeak on it my nigga, speak on it (and my heat go)\n[Chorus]\nOnly in California\nWhere niggas pull heat and run up on ya (get your grind on)\nOnly in California (California)\nWhere niggas pull heat and run up ya (run up on ya)\nIce Cube the motherfucking don\nSnoop Doggy Dogg a.k.a. The Doggfather\nMack 10 alias the Chicken Hawk\nGangstas with rules\nCause you'se the niggas with no rules\nAin't got nothing to lose, we got everything to lose\nThrew his ass in, he feel the fin of the barracuda\nI negotiate Mack is the shooter\nYou the nigga on the journey strapped to this gurney\nWe break breads with accountants and attorneys\nCurrency never worry me (never)\nWho's got the balls to murder me\nDegree higher than a 33\nTell em what you drank (Hennessy)\nNever tell em what you thinking\nNever tell em where the body stinking\nFuck Lincoln, fuck Jackson, banking Franklin what you thanking\nHope your man come with the ransom\nLet me see you dance on, no longer handsome\nIf you don't drop off than walk off, watch him, watch him\n[Chorus]\n[Snoop Doggy Dogg]\nThem west coast niggas is real set trippas\nWill get you for them zippers, on a quest for them chippas\nSliding while we riding, not even hitting switches\nHanging at the high school getting at them young bitches\nI got the dove sacks, homies love that (who got the bud)\nWhere the bud at, hollering at my big homeboy who fresh out\nHanging at my grand mama house, homie burnt out\nWhat you gonna do when you get out of jail (speak on it)\nI'm gonna have some fun\nWhat do you consider fun a ounce and about five hun\nSo I put him on a move that I know about\nHooked him with a home girl from the South (good looking out)\nMoney made, plug a player in the game\nEspecially when he represent the same thing I claim\nDamn they don't make niggas like they used to\nThat's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce deuce (that's real)\nCause everybody wanna be a star\nIn the city of dope, a.k.a. caviar\n[Chorus]\n[Mack 10]\nWhat have we a house full of cavi (no stress)\nWell known riders from different sides of the West\nGot the hi-zoes licking up so hard we sticking up niggas\nTired of the bullshit so we clicken up\nNigga please we ain't tripping off C's and B's\nIt's the West side Connect with the DPG's\nFor the cheese we jab with the gift of the gab\nAlways capping, Mack, Cube and Snoop rapping\nNow how did that happen it's all good (fool)\nSo peep game If you could\nSnoop be from Long Beach and I be from Inglewood\nNow you despise cause it came to yo surprise\nTwo well known enemies now becoming allies\nIn Californ-I-A we parlay the G way\nSome wear red and black and some sport blue and gray\nSo gangsta's don't dance we hang boogie and bang\nSo it's the Westside Connect with the Dogg Pound Gang\n[Chorus]\n[Ice Cube]\nThere we have it, Ice motherfucking Cube\nThe big fish, rolling with the atomic dog\nSnoop Doggy Dogg, down with the ring leader\nMack motherfucking 10, coming back once again\nNigga we make and spend nigga\nAnd my heat goes boom boom boom boom boom boom","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Only In California\n artist: Mack 10\n album: Based On a True Story\n duration_ms: 279000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Ice Cube]\n Speak on it my nigga, speak on it (and my heat go)\n [Chorus]\n Only in California\n Where niggas pull heat and run up on ya (get your grind on)\n Only in California (California)\n Where niggas pull heat and run up ya (run up on ya)\n Ice Cube the motherfucking don\n Snoop Doggy Dogg a.k.a. The Doggfather\n Mack 10 alias the Chicken Hawk\n Gangstas with rules\n Cause you'se the niggas with no rules\n Ain't got nothing to lose, we got everything to lose\n Threw his ass in, he feel the fin of the barracuda\n I negotiate Mack is the shooter\n You the nigga on the journey strapped to this gurney\n We break breads with accountants and attorneys\n Currency never worry me (never)\n Who's got the balls to murder me\n Degree higher than a 33\n Tell em what you drank (Hennessy)\n Never tell em what you thinking\n Never tell em where the body stinking\n Fuck Lincoln, fuck Jackson, banking Franklin what you thanking\n Hope your man come with the ransom\n Let me see you dance on, no longer handsome\n If you don't drop off than walk off, watch him, watch him\n [Chorus]\n [Snoop Doggy Dogg]\n Them west coast niggas is real set trippas\n Will get you for them zippers, on a quest for them chippas\n Sliding while we riding, not even hitting switches\n Hanging at the high school getting at them young bitches\n I got the dove sacks, homies love that (who got the bud)\n Where the bud at, hollering at my big homeboy who fresh out\n Hanging at my grand mama house, homie burnt out\n What you gonna do when you get out of jail (speak on it)\n I'm gonna have some fun\n What do you consider fun a ounce and about five hun\n So I put him on a move that I know about\n Hooked him with a home girl from the South (good looking out)\n Money made, plug a player in the game\n Especially when he represent the same thing I claim\n Damn they don't make niggas like they used to\n That's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce deuce (that's real)\n Cause everybody wanna be a star\n In the city of dope, a.k.a. caviar\n [Chorus]\n [Mack 10]\n What have we a house full of cavi (no stress)\n Well known riders from different sides of the West\n Got the hi-zoes licking up so hard we sticking up niggas\n Tired of the bullshit so we clicken up\n Nigga please we ain't tripping off C's and B's\n It's the West side Connect with the DPG's\n For the cheese we jab with the gift of the gab\n Always capping, Mack, Cube and Snoop rapping\n Now how did that happen it's all good (fool)\n So peep game If you could\n Snoop be from Long Beach and I be from Inglewood\n Now you despise cause it came to yo surprise\n Two well known enemies now becoming allies\n In Californ-I-A we parlay the G way\n Some wear red and black and some sport blue and gray\n So gangsta's don't dance we hang boogie and bang\n So it's the Westside Connect with the Dogg Pound Gang\n [Chorus]\n [Ice Cube]\n There we have it, Ice motherfucking Cube\n The big fish, rolling with the atomic dog\n Snoop Doggy Dogg, down with the ring leader\n Mack motherfucking 10, coming back once again\n Nigga we make and spend nigga\n And my heat goes boom boom boom boom boom boom\n"},{"id":32162249,"name":"only in california","trackName":"only in california","artistName":"mack 10","albumName":"DJ Screw-Niggas And Flys","duration":496.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Ice Cube]\nSpeak on it my nigga, speak on it (and my heat go)\n[Chorus]\nOnly in California\nWhere niggas pull heat and run up on ya (get your grind on)\nOnly in California (California)\nWhere niggas pull heat and run up ya (run up on ya)\nIce Cube the motherfucking don\nSnoop Doggy Dogg a.k.a. The Doggfather\nMack 10 alias the Chicken Hawk\nGangstas with rules\nCause you'se the niggas with no rules\nAin't got nothing to lose, we got everything to lose\nThrew his ass in, he feel the fin of the barracuda\nI negotiate Mack is the shooter\nYou the nigga on the journey strapped to this gurney\nWe break breads with accountants and attorneys\nCurrency never worry me (never)\nWho's got the balls to murder me\nDegree higher than a 33\nTell em what you drank (Hennessy)\nNever tell em what you thinking\nNever tell em where the body stinking\nFuck Lincoln, fuck Jackson, banking Franklin what you thanking\nHope your man come with the ransom\nLet me see you dance on, no longer handsome\nIf you don't drop off than walk off, watch him, watch him\n[Chorus]\n[Snoop Doggy Dogg]\nThem west coast niggas is real set trippas\nWill get you for them zippers, on a quest for them chippas\nSliding while we riding, not even hitting switches\nHanging at the high school getting at them young bitches\nI got the dove sacks, homies love that (who got the bud)\nWhere the bud at, hollering at my big homeboy who fresh out\nHanging at my grand mama house, homie burnt out\nWhat you gonna do when you get out of jail (speak on it)\nI'm gonna have some fun\nWhat do you consider fun a ounce and about five hun\nSo I put him on a move that I know about\nHooked him with a home girl from the South (good looking out)\nMoney made, plug a player in the game\nEspecially when he represent the same thing I claim\nDamn they don't make niggas like they used to\nThat's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce deuce (that's real)\nCause everybody wanna be a star\nIn the city of dope, a.k.a. caviar\n[Chorus]\n[Mack 10]\nWhat have we a house full of cavi (no stress)\nWell known riders from different sides of the West\nGot the hi-zoes licking up so hard we sticking up niggas\nTired of the bullshit so we clicken up\nNigga please we ain't tripping off C's and B's\nIt's the West side Connect with the DPG's\nFor the cheese we jab with the gift of the gab\nAlways capping, Mack, Cube and Snoop rapping\nNow how did that happen it's all good (fool)\nSo peep game If you could\nSnoop be from Long Beach and I be from Inglewood\nNow you despise cause it came to yo surprise\nTwo well known enemies now becoming allies\nIn Californ-I-A we parlay the G way\nSome wear red and black and some sport blue and gray\nSo gangsta's don't dance we hang boogie and bang\nSo it's the Westside Connect with the Dogg Pound Gang\n[Chorus]\n[Ice Cube]\nThere we have it, Ice motherfucking Cube\nThe big fish, rolling with the atomic dog\nSnoop Doggy Dogg, down with the ring leader\nMack motherfucking 10, coming back once again\nNigga we make and spend nigga\nAnd my heat goes boom boom boom boom boom boom","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: only in california\n artist: mack 10\n album: DJ Screw-Niggas And Flys\n duration_ms: 496000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Ice Cube]\n Speak on it my nigga, speak on it (and my heat go)\n [Chorus]\n Only in California\n Where niggas pull heat and run up on ya (get your grind on)\n Only in California (California)\n Where niggas pull heat and run up ya (run up on ya)\n Ice Cube the motherfucking don\n Snoop Doggy Dogg a.k.a. The Doggfather\n Mack 10 alias the Chicken Hawk\n Gangstas with rules\n Cause you'se the niggas with no rules\n Ain't got nothing to lose, we got everything to lose\n Threw his ass in, he feel the fin of the barracuda\n I negotiate Mack is the shooter\n You the nigga on the journey strapped to this gurney\n We break breads with accountants and attorneys\n Currency never worry me (never)\n Who's got the balls to murder me\n Degree higher than a 33\n Tell em what you drank (Hennessy)\n Never tell em what you thinking\n Never tell em where the body stinking\n Fuck Lincoln, fuck Jackson, banking Franklin what you thanking\n Hope your man come with the ransom\n Let me see you dance on, no longer handsome\n If you don't drop off than walk off, watch him, watch him\n [Chorus]\n [Snoop Doggy Dogg]\n Them west coast niggas is real set trippas\n Will get you for them zippers, on a quest for them chippas\n Sliding while we riding, not even hitting switches\n Hanging at the high school getting at them young bitches\n I got the dove sacks, homies love that (who got the bud)\n Where the bud at, hollering at my big homeboy who fresh out\n Hanging at my grand mama house, homie burnt out\n What you gonna do when you get out of jail (speak on it)\n I'm gonna have some fun\n What do you consider fun a ounce and about five hun\n So I put him on a move that I know about\n Hooked him with a home girl from the South (good looking out)\n Money made, plug a player in the game\n Especially when he represent the same thing I claim\n Damn they don't make niggas like they used to\n That's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce deuce (that's real)\n Cause everybody wanna be a star\n In the city of dope, a.k.a. caviar\n [Chorus]\n [Mack 10]\n What have we a house full of cavi (no stress)\n Well known riders from different sides of the West\n Got the hi-zoes licking up so hard we sticking up niggas\n Tired of the bullshit so we clicken up\n Nigga please we ain't tripping off C's and B's\n It's the West side Connect with the DPG's\n For the cheese we jab with the gift of the gab\n Always capping, Mack, Cube and Snoop rapping\n Now how did that happen it's all good (fool)\n So peep game If you could\n Snoop be from Long Beach and I be from Inglewood\n Now you despise cause it came to yo surprise\n Two well known enemies now becoming allies\n In Californ-I-A we parlay the G way\n Some wear red and black and some sport blue and gray\n So gangsta's don't dance we hang boogie and bang\n So it's the Westside Connect with the Dogg Pound Gang\n [Chorus]\n [Ice Cube]\n There we have it, Ice motherfucking Cube\n The big fish, rolling with the atomic dog\n Snoop Doggy Dogg, down with the ring leader\n Mack motherfucking 10, coming back once again\n Nigga we make and spend nigga\n And my heat goes boom boom boom boom boom boom\n"},{"id":19724589,"name":"Only in California","trackName":"Only in California","artistName":"Mack 10","albumName":"The N.W.A. Legacy, Vol. 1: 1988-1998 (Disc 1)","duration":283.141224,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Speak on it, my nigga, speak on it\n(And my heat goes)\n\nOnly in California\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n(Get your grind on)\nOnly in California\n(California)\n(Get your grind on)\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n(Run upon ya)\n\nIce Cube, the mutherfuckin' don\nSnoop Doggy Dogg, a.k.a. Tha Doggfather\nMack 10, alias the Chicken Hawk, gangstas with rules\n'Cause you the niggaz with no rules\n(California)\nAin't got nothing to lose, we got everything to lose\n\nThrew his ass in, he feel the fin of the barracuda\nI negotiate, \"Mack is the shooter\"\nYou the nigga on the journey strapped to this gurney\nWe break breads with accounts and attorneys\n\nCurrency never worry me\nWho's got the balls to murder me?\nDegree higher than a 33, tell 'em what you drank\nNever tell 'em what you thinkin', never tell 'em where the body stankin'\n\nFuck Lincoln, fuck Jackson, Bankin Franklin, what you thankin'?\nHope your man come with the ransom\nLet me see you dance on, no longer handsome\nIf you don't drop off then walk off, watch him, watch him\n\nOnly in California\n(Speak on it)\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\nOnly in California\n(California)\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n(Run upon ya)\n(Hey don't fuck)\n\nThem West Coast niggaz is real set trippas\n[Incomprehensible] zippas on a quest for them chippas\nSlidin' while we ridin', not even hittin' switches\nHangin' at the high school gettin' at them young bitches\n\nI got the dove sacks, homies love that\n\"Nigga, where the bud at?\" Hollering at my big homeboy who fresh out\nHangin' at my grand mama house, homie burnt out\nWhat you gonna do when you get out of jail?\n\nI'm gonna have some fun\nWhat do you consider fun? An ounce and about five hun\nSo I put him on a move that I knew about\nHooked him with a homegirl from the South, good lookin' out\n\nMoney made, plug a playa in the game\nEspecially when he represent the same thing I claim\nDamn, they don't make niggaz like they used to\nThat's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce, deuce\n'Cause everybody wanna be a star in the city of dope, a.k.a. Caviar\n\nOnly in California\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\nOnly in California\n(California)\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n(Run upon ya)\n\nWhat have we? A house full of cavi? No, stress\nWell known ridas from different sides of the West\nGot the hi-zoes lickin' up so hard, we stickin' up\nNiggaz tired of the bullshit so we all clic it up\n\nNigga, please, we ain't trippin' off C's and B's\nIt's the Westside Connect with the DPG's\nFor the cheese we jab with the gift of the gab always cappin'\nMack, Cube and Snoop rappin', now, how did that happen?\n\nIt's all good, fool so peep game if you could\nSnoop be from Long Beach and I be from Inglewood\nNow, you despise 'cause it came to yo surprise\nTwo well known enemies now becoming allies\n\nIn Californ-I-A we parlay the G way\nSome wear red and black and some sport blue and gray\nWell, gangstas don't dance, we hang boogie and bang\nSo it's the Westside Connect with the Dogg Pound Gang\n\nOnly in California\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\nOnly in California\n(California)\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n(Run upon ya)\n\nThere we have it, Ice motherfuckin' Cube, the big fish\nRollin' with the atomic dog, Snoop Doggy Dogg\nDown with the ring leader, Mack motherfuckin' 10\nComing back once again, nigga, we make and spend, nigga\n\nAnd my heat goes, and my heat goes\nAnd my heat goes, and my heat goes\n\nAnd my heat goes\nBoom boom boom, boom boom boom\nAnd my heat goes\nBoom boom boom, boom boom boom\n\nAnd my heat goes\nBoom boom boom, boom boom boom\nAnd my heat goes\nBoom boom boom, boom boom boom\nAnd my heat goes, I'll be dammned\n[Incomprehensible]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Only in California\n artist: Mack 10\n album: 'The N.W.A. Legacy, Vol. 1: 1988-1998 (Disc 1)'\n duration_ms: 283141\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Speak on it, my nigga, speak on it\n (And my heat goes)\n\n Only in California\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n (Get your grind on)\n Only in California\n (California)\n (Get your grind on)\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n (Run upon ya)\n\n Ice Cube, the mutherfuckin' don\n Snoop Doggy Dogg, a.k.a. Tha Doggfather\n Mack 10, alias the Chicken Hawk, gangstas with rules\n 'Cause you the niggaz with no rules\n (California)\n Ain't got nothing to lose, we got everything to lose\n\n Threw his ass in, he feel the fin of the barracuda\n I negotiate, \"Mack is the shooter\"\n You the nigga on the journey strapped to this gurney\n We break breads with accounts and attorneys\n\n Currency never worry me\n Who's got the balls to murder me?\n Degree higher than a 33, tell 'em what you drank\n Never tell 'em what you thinkin', never tell 'em where the body stankin'\n\n Fuck Lincoln, fuck Jackson, Bankin Franklin, what you thankin'?\n Hope your man come with the ransom\n Let me see you dance on, no longer handsome\n If you don't drop off then walk off, watch him, watch him\n\n Only in California\n (Speak on it)\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n Only in California\n (California)\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n (Run upon ya)\n (Hey don't fuck)\n\n Them West Coast niggaz is real set trippas\n [Incomprehensible] zippas on a quest for them chippas\n Slidin' while we ridin', not even hittin' switches\n Hangin' at the high school gettin' at them young bitches\n\n I got the dove sacks, homies love that\n \"Nigga, where the bud at?\" Hollering at my big homeboy who fresh out\n Hangin' at my grand mama house, homie burnt out\n What you gonna do when you get out of jail?\n\n I'm gonna have some fun\n What do you consider fun? An ounce and about five hun\n So I put him on a move that I knew about\n Hooked him with a homegirl from the South, good lookin' out\n\n Money made, plug a playa in the game\n Especially when he represent the same thing I claim\n Damn, they don't make niggaz like they used to\n That's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce, deuce\n 'Cause everybody wanna be a star in the city of dope, a.k.a. Caviar\n\n Only in California\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n Only in California\n (California)\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n (Run upon ya)\n\n What have we? A house full of cavi? No, stress\n Well known ridas from different sides of the West\n Got the hi-zoes lickin' up so hard, we stickin' up\n Niggaz tired of the bullshit so we all clic it up\n\n Nigga, please, we ain't trippin' off C's and B's\n It's the Westside Connect with the DPG's\n For the cheese we jab with the gift of the gab always cappin'\n Mack, Cube and Snoop rappin', now, how did that happen?\n\n It's all good, fool so peep game if you could\n Snoop be from Long Beach and I be from Inglewood\n Now, you despise 'cause it came to yo surprise\n Two well known enemies now becoming allies\n\n In Californ-I-A we parlay the G way\n Some wear red and black and some sport blue and gray\n Well, gangstas don't dance, we hang boogie and bang\n So it's the Westside Connect with the Dogg Pound Gang\n\n Only in California\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n Only in California\n (California)\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n (Run upon ya)\n\n There we have it, Ice motherfuckin' Cube, the big fish\n Rollin' with the atomic dog, Snoop Doggy Dogg\n Down with the ring leader, Mack motherfuckin' 10\n Coming back once again, nigga, we make and spend, nigga\n\n And my heat goes, and my heat goes\n And my heat goes, and my heat goes\n\n And my heat goes\n Boom boom boom, boom boom boom\n And my heat goes\n Boom boom boom, boom boom boom\n\n And my heat goes\n Boom boom boom, boom boom boom\n And my heat goes\n Boom boom boom, boom boom boom\n And my heat goes, I'll be dammned\n [Incomprehensible]\n"},{"id":19771803,"name":"Only in California","trackName":"Only in California","artistName":"Mack 10","albumName":"Based on a True Story","duration":285.056125,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Speak on it, my nigga, speak on it\n(And my heat goes)\n\nOnly in California\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n(Get your grind on)\nOnly in California\n(California)\n(Get your grind on)\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n(Run upon ya)\n\nIce Cube, the mutherfuckin' don\nSnoop Doggy Dogg, a.k.a. Tha Doggfather\nMack 10, alias the Chicken Hawk, gangstas with rules\n'Cause you the niggaz with no rules\n(California)\nAin't got nothing to lose, we got everything to lose\n\nThrew his ass in, he feel the fin of the barracuda\nI negotiate, \"Mack is the shooter\"\nYou the nigga on the journey strapped to this gurney\nWe break breads with accounts and attorneys\n\nCurrency never worry me\nWho's got the balls to murder me?\nDegree higher than a 33, tell 'em what you drank\nNever tell 'em what you thinkin', never tell 'em where the body stankin'\n\nFuck Lincoln, fuck Jackson, Bankin Franklin, what you thankin'?\nHope your man come with the ransom\nLet me see you dance on, no longer handsome\nIf you don't drop off then walk off, watch him, watch him\n\nOnly in California\n(Speak on it)\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\nOnly in California\n(California)\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n(Run upon ya)\n(Hey don't fuck)\n\nThem West Coast niggaz is real set trippas\n[Incomprehensible] zippas on a quest for them chippas\nSlidin' while we ridin', not even hittin' switches\nHangin' at the high school gettin' at them young bitches\n\nI got the dove sacks, homies love that\n\"Nigga, where the bud at?\" Hollering at my big homeboy who fresh out\nHangin' at my grand mama house, homie burnt out\nWhat you gonna do when you get out of jail?\n\nI'm gonna have some fun\nWhat do you consider fun? An ounce and about five hun\nSo I put him on a move that I knew about\nHooked him with a homegirl from the South, good lookin' out\n\nMoney made, plug a playa in the game\nEspecially when he represent the same thing I claim\nDamn, they don't make niggaz like they used to\nThat's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce, deuce\n'Cause everybody wanna be a star in the city of dope, a.k.a. Caviar\n\nOnly in California\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\nOnly in California\n(California)\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n(Run upon ya)\n\nWhat have we? A house full of cavi? No, stress\nWell known ridas from different sides of the West\nGot the hi-zoes lickin' up so hard, we stickin' up\nNiggaz tired of the bullshit so we all clic it up\n\nNigga, please, we ain't trippin' off C's and B's\nIt's the Westside Connect with the DPG's\nFor the cheese we jab with the gift of the gab always cappin'\nMack, Cube and Snoop rappin', now, how did that happen?\n\nIt's all good, fool so peep game if you could\nSnoop be from Long Beach and I be from Inglewood\nNow, you despise 'cause it came to yo surprise\nTwo well known enemies now becoming allies\n\nIn Californ-I-A we parlay the G way\nSome wear red and black and some sport blue and gray\nWell, gangstas don't dance, we hang boogie and bang\nSo it's the Westside Connect with the Dogg Pound Gang\n\nOnly in California\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\nOnly in California\n(California)\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n(Run upon ya)\n\nThere we have it, Ice motherfuckin' Cube, the big fish\nRollin' with the atomic dog, Snoop Doggy Dogg\nDown with the ring leader, Mack motherfuckin' 10\nComing back once again, nigga, we make and spend, nigga\n\nAnd my heat goes, and my heat goes\nAnd my heat goes, and my heat goes\n\nAnd my heat goes\nBoom boom boom, boom boom boom\nAnd my heat goes\nBoom boom boom, boom boom boom\n\nAnd my heat goes\nBoom boom boom, boom boom boom\nAnd my heat goes\nBoom boom boom, boom boom boom\nAnd my heat goes, I'll be dammned\n[Incomprehensible]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Only in California\n artist: Mack 10\n album: Based on a True Story\n duration_ms: 285056\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Speak on it, my nigga, speak on it\n (And my heat goes)\n\n Only in California\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n (Get your grind on)\n Only in California\n (California)\n (Get your grind on)\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n (Run upon ya)\n\n Ice Cube, the mutherfuckin' don\n Snoop Doggy Dogg, a.k.a. Tha Doggfather\n Mack 10, alias the Chicken Hawk, gangstas with rules\n 'Cause you the niggaz with no rules\n (California)\n Ain't got nothing to lose, we got everything to lose\n\n Threw his ass in, he feel the fin of the barracuda\n I negotiate, \"Mack is the shooter\"\n You the nigga on the journey strapped to this gurney\n We break breads with accounts and attorneys\n\n Currency never worry me\n Who's got the balls to murder me?\n Degree higher than a 33, tell 'em what you drank\n Never tell 'em what you thinkin', never tell 'em where the body stankin'\n\n Fuck Lincoln, fuck Jackson, Bankin Franklin, what you thankin'?\n Hope your man come with the ransom\n Let me see you dance on, no longer handsome\n If you don't drop off then walk off, watch him, watch him\n\n Only in California\n (Speak on it)\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n Only in California\n (California)\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n (Run upon ya)\n (Hey don't fuck)\n\n Them West Coast niggaz is real set trippas\n [Incomprehensible] zippas on a quest for them chippas\n Slidin' while we ridin', not even hittin' switches\n Hangin' at the high school gettin' at them young bitches\n\n I got the dove sacks, homies love that\n \"Nigga, where the bud at?\" Hollering at my big homeboy who fresh out\n Hangin' at my grand mama house, homie burnt out\n What you gonna do when you get out of jail?\n\n I'm gonna have some fun\n What do you consider fun? An ounce and about five hun\n So I put him on a move that I knew about\n Hooked him with a homegirl from the South, good lookin' out\n\n Money made, plug a playa in the game\n Especially when he represent the same thing I claim\n Damn, they don't make niggaz like they used to\n That's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce, deuce\n 'Cause everybody wanna be a star in the city of dope, a.k.a. Caviar\n\n Only in California\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n Only in California\n (California)\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n (Run upon ya)\n\n What have we? A house full of cavi? No, stress\n Well known ridas from different sides of the West\n Got the hi-zoes lickin' up so hard, we stickin' up\n Niggaz tired of the bullshit so we all clic it up\n\n Nigga, please, we ain't trippin' off C's and B's\n It's the Westside Connect with the DPG's\n For the cheese we jab with the gift of the gab always cappin'\n Mack, Cube and Snoop rappin', now, how did that happen?\n\n It's all good, fool so peep game if you could\n Snoop be from Long Beach and I be from Inglewood\n Now, you despise 'cause it came to yo surprise\n Two well known enemies now becoming allies\n\n In Californ-I-A we parlay the G way\n Some wear red and black and some sport blue and gray\n Well, gangstas don't dance, we hang boogie and bang\n So it's the Westside Connect with the Dogg Pound Gang\n\n Only in California\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n Only in California\n (California)\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n (Run upon ya)\n\n There we have it, Ice motherfuckin' Cube, the big fish\n Rollin' with the atomic dog, Snoop Doggy Dogg\n Down with the ring leader, Mack motherfuckin' 10\n Coming back once again, nigga, we make and spend, nigga\n\n And my heat goes, and my heat goes\n And my heat goes, and my heat goes\n\n And my heat goes\n Boom boom boom, boom boom boom\n And my heat goes\n Boom boom boom, boom boom boom\n\n And my heat goes\n Boom boom boom, boom boom boom\n And my heat goes\n Boom boom boom, boom boom boom\n And my heat goes, I'll be dammned\n [Incomprehensible]\n"},{"id":19780629,"name":"Only in California","trackName":"Only in California","artistName":"Mack 10","albumName":"Based on a True Story","duration":283.1204169,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Speak on it, my nigga, speak on it\n(And my heat goes)\n\nOnly in California\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n(Get your grind on)\nOnly in California\n(California)\n(Get your grind on)\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n(Run upon ya)\n\nIce Cube, the mutherfuckin' don\nSnoop Doggy Dogg, a.k.a. Tha Doggfather\nMack 10, alias the Chicken Hawk, gangstas with rules\n'Cause you the niggaz with no rules\n(California)\nAin't got nothing to lose, we got everything to lose\n\nThrew his ass in, he feel the fin of the barracuda\nI negotiate, \"Mack is the shooter\"\nYou the nigga on the journey strapped to this gurney\nWe break breads with accounts and attorneys\n\nCurrency never worry me\nWho's got the balls to murder me?\nDegree higher than a 33, tell 'em what you drank\nNever tell 'em what you thinkin', never tell 'em where the body stankin'\n\nFuck Lincoln, fuck Jackson, Bankin Franklin, what you thankin'?\nHope your man come with the ransom\nLet me see you dance on, no longer handsome\nIf you don't drop off then walk off, watch him, watch him\n\nOnly in California\n(Speak on it)\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\nOnly in California\n(California)\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n(Run upon ya)\n(Hey don't fuck)\n\nThem West Coast niggaz is real set trippas\n[Incomprehensible] zippas on a quest for them chippas\nSlidin' while we ridin', not even hittin' switches\nHangin' at the high school gettin' at them young bitches\n\nI got the dove sacks, homies love that\n\"Nigga, where the bud at?\" Hollering at my big homeboy who fresh out\nHangin' at my grand mama house, homie burnt out\nWhat you gonna do when you get out of jail?\n\nI'm gonna have some fun\nWhat do you consider fun? An ounce and about five hun\nSo I put him on a move that I knew about\nHooked him with a homegirl from the South, good lookin' out\n\nMoney made, plug a playa in the game\nEspecially when he represent the same thing I claim\nDamn, they don't make niggaz like they used to\nThat's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce, deuce\n'Cause everybody wanna be a star in the city of dope, a.k.a. Caviar\n\nOnly in California\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\nOnly in California\n(California)\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n(Run upon ya)\n\nWhat have we? A house full of cavi? No, stress\nWell known ridas from different sides of the West\nGot the hi-zoes lickin' up so hard, we stickin' up\nNiggaz tired of the bullshit so we all clic it up\n\nNigga, please, we ain't trippin' off C's and B's\nIt's the Westside Connect with the DPG's\nFor the cheese we jab with the gift of the gab always cappin'\nMack, Cube and Snoop rappin', now, how did that happen?\n\nIt's all good, fool so peep game if you could\nSnoop be from Long Beach and I be from Inglewood\nNow, you despise 'cause it came to yo surprise\nTwo well known enemies now becoming allies\n\nIn Californ-I-A we parlay the G way\nSome wear red and black and some sport blue and gray\nWell, gangstas don't dance, we hang boogie and bang\nSo it's the Westside Connect with the Dogg Pound Gang\n\nOnly in California\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\nOnly in California\n(California)\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n(Run upon ya)\n\nThere we have it, Ice motherfuckin' Cube, the big fish\nRollin' with the atomic dog, Snoop Doggy Dogg\nDown with the ring leader, Mack motherfuckin' 10\nComing back once again, nigga, we make and spend, nigga\n\nAnd my heat goes, and my heat goes\nAnd my heat goes, and my heat goes\n\nAnd my heat goes\nBoom boom boom, boom boom boom\nAnd my heat goes\nBoom boom boom, boom boom boom\n\nAnd my heat goes\nBoom boom boom, boom boom boom\nAnd my heat goes\nBoom boom boom, boom boom boom\nAnd my heat goes, I'll be dammned\n[Incomprehensible]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Only in California\n artist: Mack 10\n album: Based on a True Story\n duration_ms: 283120\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Speak on it, my nigga, speak on it\n (And my heat goes)\n\n Only in California\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n (Get your grind on)\n Only in California\n (California)\n (Get your grind on)\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n (Run upon ya)\n\n Ice Cube, the mutherfuckin' don\n Snoop Doggy Dogg, a.k.a. Tha Doggfather\n Mack 10, alias the Chicken Hawk, gangstas with rules\n 'Cause you the niggaz with no rules\n (California)\n Ain't got nothing to lose, we got everything to lose\n\n Threw his ass in, he feel the fin of the barracuda\n I negotiate, \"Mack is the shooter\"\n You the nigga on the journey strapped to this gurney\n We break breads with accounts and attorneys\n\n Currency never worry me\n Who's got the balls to murder me?\n Degree higher than a 33, tell 'em what you drank\n Never tell 'em what you thinkin', never tell 'em where the body stankin'\n\n Fuck Lincoln, fuck Jackson, Bankin Franklin, what you thankin'?\n Hope your man come with the ransom\n Let me see you dance on, no longer handsome\n If you don't drop off then walk off, watch him, watch him\n\n Only in California\n (Speak on it)\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n Only in California\n (California)\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n (Run upon ya)\n (Hey don't fuck)\n\n Them West Coast niggaz is real set trippas\n [Incomprehensible] zippas on a quest for them chippas\n Slidin' while we ridin', not even hittin' switches\n Hangin' at the high school gettin' at them young bitches\n\n I got the dove sacks, homies love that\n \"Nigga, where the bud at?\" Hollering at my big homeboy who fresh out\n Hangin' at my grand mama house, homie burnt out\n What you gonna do when you get out of jail?\n\n I'm gonna have some fun\n What do you consider fun? An ounce and about five hun\n So I put him on a move that I knew about\n Hooked him with a homegirl from the South, good lookin' out\n\n Money made, plug a playa in the game\n Especially when he represent the same thing I claim\n Damn, they don't make niggaz like they used to\n That's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce, deuce\n 'Cause everybody wanna be a star in the city of dope, a.k.a. Caviar\n\n Only in California\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n Only in California\n (California)\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n (Run upon ya)\n\n What have we? A house full of cavi? No, stress\n Well known ridas from different sides of the West\n Got the hi-zoes lickin' up so hard, we stickin' up\n Niggaz tired of the bullshit so we all clic it up\n\n Nigga, please, we ain't trippin' off C's and B's\n It's the Westside Connect with the DPG's\n For the cheese we jab with the gift of the gab always cappin'\n Mack, Cube and Snoop rappin', now, how did that happen?\n\n It's all good, fool so peep game if you could\n Snoop be from Long Beach and I be from Inglewood\n Now, you despise 'cause it came to yo surprise\n Two well known enemies now becoming allies\n\n In Californ-I-A we parlay the G way\n Some wear red and black and some sport blue and gray\n Well, gangstas don't dance, we hang boogie and bang\n So it's the Westside Connect with the Dogg Pound Gang\n\n Only in California\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n Only in California\n (California)\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n (Run upon ya)\n\n There we have it, Ice motherfuckin' Cube, the big fish\n Rollin' with the atomic dog, Snoop Doggy Dogg\n Down with the ring leader, Mack motherfuckin' 10\n Coming back once again, nigga, we make and spend, nigga\n\n And my heat goes, and my heat goes\n And my heat goes, and my heat goes\n\n And my heat goes\n Boom boom boom, boom boom boom\n And my heat goes\n Boom boom boom, boom boom boom\n\n And my heat goes\n Boom boom boom, boom boom boom\n And my heat goes\n Boom boom boom, boom boom boom\n And my heat goes, I'll be dammned\n [Incomprehensible]\n"},{"id":21226602,"name":"Only In California","trackName":"Only In California","artistName":"Mack 10","albumName":"Chapter 147. 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Tha Doggfather\nMack 10, alias the Chicken Hawk, gangstas with rules\n'Cause you the niggaz with no rules\n(California)\nAin't got nothing to lose, we got everything to lose\n\nThrew his ass in, he feel the fin of the barracuda\nI negotiate, \"Mack is the shooter\"\nYou the nigga on the journey strapped to this gurney\nWe break breads with accounts and attorneys\n\nCurrency never worry me\nWho's got the balls to murder me?\nDegree higher than a 33, tell 'em what you drank\nNever tell 'em what you thinkin', never tell 'em where the body stankin'\n\nFuck Lincoln, fuck Jackson, Bankin Franklin, what you thankin'?\nHope your man come with the ransom\nLet me see you dance on, no longer handsome\nIf you don't drop off then walk off, watch him, watch him\n\nOnly in California\n(Speak on it)\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\nOnly in California\n(California)\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n(Run upon ya)\n(Hey don't fuck)\n\nThem West Coast niggaz is real set trippas\n[Incomprehensible] zippas on a quest for them chippas\nSlidin' while we ridin', not even hittin' switches\nHangin' at the high school gettin' at them young bitches\n\nI got the dove sacks, homies love that\n\"Nigga, where the bud at?\" Hollering at my big homeboy who fresh out\nHangin' at my grand mama house, homie burnt out\nWhat you gonna do when you get out of jail?\n\nI'm gonna have some fun\nWhat do you consider fun? An ounce and about five hun\nSo I put him on a move that I knew about\nHooked him with a homegirl from the South, good lookin' out\n\nMoney made, plug a playa in the game\nEspecially when he represent the same thing I claim\nDamn, they don't make niggaz like they used to\nThat's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce, deuce\n'Cause everybody wanna be a star in the city of dope, a.k.a. Caviar\n\nOnly in California\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\nOnly in California\n(California)\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n(Run upon ya)\n\nWhat have we? A house full of cavi? No, stress\nWell known ridas from different sides of the West\nGot the hi-zoes lickin' up so hard, we stickin' up\nNiggaz tired of the bullshit so we all clic it up\n\nNigga, please, we ain't trippin' off C's and B's\nIt's the Westside Connect with the DPG's\nFor the cheese we jab with the gift of the gab always cappin'\nMack, Cube and Snoop rappin', now, how did that happen?\n\nIt's all good, fool so peep game if you could\nSnoop be from Long Beach and I be from Inglewood\nNow, you despise 'cause it came to yo surprise\nTwo well known enemies now becoming allies\n\nIn Californ-I-A we parlay the G way\nSome wear red and black and some sport blue and gray\nWell, gangstas don't dance, we hang boogie and bang\nSo it's the Westside Connect with the Dogg Pound Gang\n\nOnly in California\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\nOnly in California\n(California)\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n(Run upon ya)\n\nThere we have it, Ice motherfuckin' Cube, the big fish\nRollin' with the atomic dog, Snoop Doggy Dogg\nDown with the ring leader, Mack motherfuckin' 10\nComing back once again, nigga, we make and spend, nigga\n\nAnd my heat goes, and my heat goes\nAnd my heat goes, and my heat goes\n\nAnd my heat goes\nBoom boom boom, boom boom boom\nAnd my heat goes\nBoom boom boom, boom boom boom\n\nAnd my heat goes\nBoom boom boom, boom boom boom\nAnd my heat goes\nBoom boom boom, boom boom boom\nAnd my heat goes, I'll be dammned\n[Incomprehensible]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Only In California\n artist: Mack 10\n album: Chapter 147. Niggas & Flys\n duration_ms: 496300\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Speak on it, my nigga, speak on it\n (And my heat goes)\n\n Only in California\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n (Get your grind on)\n Only in California\n (California)\n (Get your grind on)\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n (Run upon ya)\n\n Ice Cube, the mutherfuckin' don\n Snoop Doggy Dogg, a.k.a. Tha Doggfather\n Mack 10, alias the Chicken Hawk, gangstas with rules\n 'Cause you the niggaz with no rules\n (California)\n Ain't got nothing to lose, we got everything to lose\n\n Threw his ass in, he feel the fin of the barracuda\n I negotiate, \"Mack is the shooter\"\n You the nigga on the journey strapped to this gurney\n We break breads with accounts and attorneys\n\n Currency never worry me\n Who's got the balls to murder me?\n Degree higher than a 33, tell 'em what you drank\n Never tell 'em what you thinkin', never tell 'em where the body stankin'\n\n Fuck Lincoln, fuck Jackson, Bankin Franklin, what you thankin'?\n Hope your man come with the ransom\n Let me see you dance on, no longer handsome\n If you don't drop off then walk off, watch him, watch him\n\n Only in California\n (Speak on it)\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n Only in California\n (California)\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n (Run upon ya)\n (Hey don't fuck)\n\n Them West Coast niggaz is real set trippas\n [Incomprehensible] zippas on a quest for them chippas\n Slidin' while we ridin', not even hittin' switches\n Hangin' at the high school gettin' at them young bitches\n\n I got the dove sacks, homies love that\n \"Nigga, where the bud at?\" Hollering at my big homeboy who fresh out\n Hangin' at my grand mama house, homie burnt out\n What you gonna do when you get out of jail?\n\n I'm gonna have some fun\n What do you consider fun? An ounce and about five hun\n So I put him on a move that I knew about\n Hooked him with a homegirl from the South, good lookin' out\n\n Money made, plug a playa in the game\n Especially when he represent the same thing I claim\n Damn, they don't make niggaz like they used to\n That's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce, deuce\n 'Cause everybody wanna be a star in the city of dope, a.k.a. Caviar\n\n Only in California\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n Only in California\n (California)\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n (Run upon ya)\n\n What have we? A house full of cavi? No, stress\n Well known ridas from different sides of the West\n Got the hi-zoes lickin' up so hard, we stickin' up\n Niggaz tired of the bullshit so we all clic it up\n\n Nigga, please, we ain't trippin' off C's and B's\n It's the Westside Connect with the DPG's\n For the cheese we jab with the gift of the gab always cappin'\n Mack, Cube and Snoop rappin', now, how did that happen?\n\n It's all good, fool so peep game if you could\n Snoop be from Long Beach and I be from Inglewood\n Now, you despise 'cause it came to yo surprise\n Two well known enemies now becoming allies\n\n In Californ-I-A we parlay the G way\n Some wear red and black and some sport blue and gray\n Well, gangstas don't dance, we hang boogie and bang\n So it's the Westside Connect with the Dogg Pound Gang\n\n Only in California\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n Only in California\n (California)\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n (Run upon ya)\n\n There we have it, Ice motherfuckin' Cube, the big fish\n Rollin' with the atomic dog, Snoop Doggy Dogg\n Down with the ring leader, Mack motherfuckin' 10\n Coming back once again, nigga, we make and spend, nigga\n\n And my heat goes, and my heat goes\n And my heat goes, and my heat goes\n\n And my heat goes\n Boom boom boom, boom boom boom\n And my heat goes\n Boom boom boom, boom boom boom\n\n And my heat goes\n Boom boom boom, boom boom boom\n And my heat goes\n Boom boom boom, boom boom boom\n And my heat goes, I'll be dammned\n [Incomprehensible]\n"},{"id":21287579,"name":"Only In California","trackName":"Only In California","artistName":"Mack 10","albumName":"The N.W.A. Legacy Volume 1 1988-1998 (Disc 1)","duration":283.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Speak on it, my nigga, speak on it\n(And my heat goes)\n\nOnly in California\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n(Get your grind on)\nOnly in California\n(California)\n(Get your grind on)\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n(Run upon ya)\n\nIce Cube, the mutherfuckin' don\nSnoop Doggy Dogg, a.k.a. Tha Doggfather\nMack 10, alias the Chicken Hawk, gangstas with rules\n'Cause you the niggaz with no rules\n(California)\nAin't got nothing to lose, we got everything to lose\n\nThrew his ass in, he feel the fin of the barracuda\nI negotiate, \"Mack is the shooter\"\nYou the nigga on the journey strapped to this gurney\nWe break breads with accounts and attorneys\n\nCurrency never worry me\nWho's got the balls to murder me?\nDegree higher than a 33, tell 'em what you drank\nNever tell 'em what you thinkin', never tell 'em where the body stankin'\n\nFuck Lincoln, fuck Jackson, Bankin Franklin, what you thankin'?\nHope your man come with the ransom\nLet me see you dance on, no longer handsome\nIf you don't drop off then walk off, watch him, watch him\n\nOnly in California\n(Speak on it)\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\nOnly in California\n(California)\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n(Run upon ya)\n(Hey don't fuck)\n\nThem West Coast niggaz is real set trippas\n[Incomprehensible] zippas on a quest for them chippas\nSlidin' while we ridin', not even hittin' switches\nHangin' at the high school gettin' at them young bitches\n\nI got the dove sacks, homies love that\n\"Nigga, where the bud at?\" Hollering at my big homeboy who fresh out\nHangin' at my grand mama house, homie burnt out\nWhat you gonna do when you get out of jail?\n\nI'm gonna have some fun\nWhat do you consider fun? An ounce and about five hun\nSo I put him on a move that I knew about\nHooked him with a homegirl from the South, good lookin' out\n\nMoney made, plug a playa in the game\nEspecially when he represent the same thing I claim\nDamn, they don't make niggaz like they used to\nThat's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce, deuce\n'Cause everybody wanna be a star in the city of dope, a.k.a. Caviar\n\nOnly in California\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\nOnly in California\n(California)\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n(Run upon ya)\n\nWhat have we? A house full of cavi? No, stress\nWell known ridas from different sides of the West\nGot the hi-zoes lickin' up so hard, we stickin' up\nNiggaz tired of the bullshit so we all clic it up\n\nNigga, please, we ain't trippin' off C's and B's\nIt's the Westside Connect with the DPG's\nFor the cheese we jab with the gift of the gab always cappin'\nMack, Cube and Snoop rappin', now, how did that happen?\n\nIt's all good, fool so peep game if you could\nSnoop be from Long Beach and I be from Inglewood\nNow, you despise 'cause it came to yo surprise\nTwo well known enemies now becoming allies\n\nIn Californ-I-A we parlay the G way\nSome wear red and black and some sport blue and gray\nWell, gangstas don't dance, we hang boogie and bang\nSo it's the Westside Connect with the Dogg Pound Gang\n\nOnly in California\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\nOnly in California\n(California)\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n(Run upon ya)\n\nThere we have it, Ice motherfuckin' Cube, the big fish\nRollin' with the atomic dog, Snoop Doggy Dogg\nDown with the ring leader, Mack motherfuckin' 10\nComing back once again, nigga, we make and spend, nigga\n\nAnd my heat goes, and my heat goes\nAnd my heat goes, and my heat goes\n\nAnd my heat goes\nBoom boom boom, boom boom boom\nAnd my heat goes\nBoom boom boom, boom boom boom\n\nAnd my heat goes\nBoom boom boom, boom boom boom\nAnd my heat goes\nBoom boom boom, boom boom boom\nAnd my heat goes, I'll be dammned\n[Incomprehensible]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Only In California\n artist: Mack 10\n album: The N.W.A. Legacy Volume 1 1988-1998 (Disc 1)\n duration_ms: 283000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Speak on it, my nigga, speak on it\n (And my heat goes)\n\n Only in California\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n (Get your grind on)\n Only in California\n (California)\n (Get your grind on)\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n (Run upon ya)\n\n Ice Cube, the mutherfuckin' don\n Snoop Doggy Dogg, a.k.a. Tha Doggfather\n Mack 10, alias the Chicken Hawk, gangstas with rules\n 'Cause you the niggaz with no rules\n (California)\n Ain't got nothing to lose, we got everything to lose\n\n Threw his ass in, he feel the fin of the barracuda\n I negotiate, \"Mack is the shooter\"\n You the nigga on the journey strapped to this gurney\n We break breads with accounts and attorneys\n\n Currency never worry me\n Who's got the balls to murder me?\n Degree higher than a 33, tell 'em what you drank\n Never tell 'em what you thinkin', never tell 'em where the body stankin'\n\n Fuck Lincoln, fuck Jackson, Bankin Franklin, what you thankin'?\n Hope your man come with the ransom\n Let me see you dance on, no longer handsome\n If you don't drop off then walk off, watch him, watch him\n\n Only in California\n (Speak on it)\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n Only in California\n (California)\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n (Run upon ya)\n (Hey don't fuck)\n\n Them West Coast niggaz is real set trippas\n [Incomprehensible] zippas on a quest for them chippas\n Slidin' while we ridin', not even hittin' switches\n Hangin' at the high school gettin' at them young bitches\n\n I got the dove sacks, homies love that\n \"Nigga, where the bud at?\" Hollering at my big homeboy who fresh out\n Hangin' at my grand mama house, homie burnt out\n What you gonna do when you get out of jail?\n\n I'm gonna have some fun\n What do you consider fun? An ounce and about five hun\n So I put him on a move that I knew about\n Hooked him with a homegirl from the South, good lookin' out\n\n Money made, plug a playa in the game\n Especially when he represent the same thing I claim\n Damn, they don't make niggaz like they used to\n That's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce, deuce\n 'Cause everybody wanna be a star in the city of dope, a.k.a. Caviar\n\n Only in California\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n Only in California\n (California)\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n (Run upon ya)\n\n What have we? A house full of cavi? No, stress\n Well known ridas from different sides of the West\n Got the hi-zoes lickin' up so hard, we stickin' up\n Niggaz tired of the bullshit so we all clic it up\n\n Nigga, please, we ain't trippin' off C's and B's\n It's the Westside Connect with the DPG's\n For the cheese we jab with the gift of the gab always cappin'\n Mack, Cube and Snoop rappin', now, how did that happen?\n\n It's all good, fool so peep game if you could\n Snoop be from Long Beach and I be from Inglewood\n Now, you despise 'cause it came to yo surprise\n Two well known enemies now becoming allies\n\n In Californ-I-A we parlay the G way\n Some wear red and black and some sport blue and gray\n Well, gangstas don't dance, we hang boogie and bang\n So it's the Westside Connect with the Dogg Pound Gang\n\n Only in California\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n Only in California\n (California)\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n (Run upon ya)\n\n There we have it, Ice motherfuckin' Cube, the big fish\n Rollin' with the atomic dog, Snoop Doggy Dogg\n Down with the ring leader, Mack motherfuckin' 10\n Coming back once again, nigga, we make and spend, nigga\n\n And my heat goes, and my heat goes\n And my heat goes, and my heat goes\n\n And my heat goes\n Boom boom boom, boom boom boom\n And my heat goes\n Boom boom boom, boom boom boom\n\n And my heat goes\n Boom boom boom, boom boom boom\n And my heat goes\n Boom boom boom, boom boom boom\n And my heat goes, I'll be dammned\n [Incomprehensible]\n"},{"id":24245266,"name":"Only in California","trackName":"Only in California","artistName":"Mack 10","albumName":"Certified Platinum","duration":285.056125,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Ice Cube]\nSpeak on it my nigga, speak on it (and my heat go)\n[Chorus]\nOnly in California\nWhere niggas pull heat and run up on ya (get your grind on)\nOnly in California (California)\nWhere niggas pull heat and run up ya (run up on ya)\nIce Cube the motherfucking don\nSnoop Doggy Dogg a.k.a. The Doggfather\nMack 10 alias the Chicken Hawk\nGangstas with rules\nCause you'se the niggas with no rules\nAin't got nothing to lose, we got everything to lose\nThrew his ass in, he feel the fin of the barracuda\nI negotiate Mack is the shooter\nYou the nigga on the journey strapped to this gurney\nWe break breads with accountants and attorneys\nCurrency never worry me (never)\nWho's got the balls to murder me\nDegree higher than a 33\nTell em what you drank (Hennessy)\nNever tell em what you thinking\nNever tell em where the body stinking\nFuck Lincoln, fuck Jackson, banking Franklin what you thanking\nHope your man come with the ransom\nLet me see you dance on, no longer handsome\nIf you don't drop off than walk off, watch him, watch him\n[Chorus]\n[Snoop Doggy Dogg]\nThem west coast niggas is real set trippas\nWill get you for them zippers, on a quest for them chippas\nSliding while we riding, not even hitting switches\nHanging at the high school getting at them young bitches\nI got the dove sacks, homies love that (who got the bud)\nWhere the bud at, hollering at my big homeboy who fresh out\nHanging at my grand mama house, homie burnt out\nWhat you gonna do when you get out of jail (speak on it)\nI'm gonna have some fun\nWhat do you consider fun a ounce and about five hun\nSo I put him on a move that I know about\nHooked him with a home girl from the South (good looking out)\nMoney made, plug a player in the game\nEspecially when he represent the same thing I claim\nDamn they don't make niggas like they used to\nThat's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce deuce (that's real)\nCause everybody wanna be a star\nIn the city of dope, a.k.a. caviar\n[Chorus]\n[Mack 10]\nWhat have we a house full of cavi (no stress)\nWell known riders from different sides of the West\nGot the hi-zoes licking up so hard we sticking up niggas\nTired of the bullshit so we clicken up\nNigga please we ain't tripping off C's and B's\nIt's the West side Connect with the DPG's\nFor the cheese we jab with the gift of the gab\nAlways capping, Mack, Cube and Snoop rapping\nNow how did that happen it's all good (fool)\nSo peep game If you could\nSnoop be from Long Beach and I be from Inglewood\nNow you despise cause it came to yo surprise\nTwo well known enemies now becoming allies\nIn Californ-I-A we parlay the G way\nSome wear red and black and some sport blue and gray\nSo gangsta's don't dance we hang boogie and bang\nSo it's the Westside Connect with the Dogg Pound Gang\n[Chorus]\n[Ice Cube]\nThere we have it, Ice motherfucking Cube\nThe big fish, rolling with the atomic dog\nSnoop Doggy Dogg, down with the ring leader\nMack motherfucking 10, coming back once again\nNigga we make and spend nigga\nAnd my heat goes boom boom boom boom boom boom","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Only in California\n artist: Mack 10\n album: Certified Platinum\n duration_ms: 285056\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Ice Cube]\n Speak on it my nigga, speak on it (and my heat go)\n [Chorus]\n Only in California\n Where niggas pull heat and run up on ya (get your grind on)\n Only in California (California)\n Where niggas pull heat and run up ya (run up on ya)\n Ice Cube the motherfucking don\n Snoop Doggy Dogg a.k.a. The Doggfather\n Mack 10 alias the Chicken Hawk\n Gangstas with rules\n Cause you'se the niggas with no rules\n Ain't got nothing to lose, we got everything to lose\n Threw his ass in, he feel the fin of the barracuda\n I negotiate Mack is the shooter\n You the nigga on the journey strapped to this gurney\n We break breads with accountants and attorneys\n Currency never worry me (never)\n Who's got the balls to murder me\n Degree higher than a 33\n Tell em what you drank (Hennessy)\n Never tell em what you thinking\n Never tell em where the body stinking\n Fuck Lincoln, fuck Jackson, banking Franklin what you thanking\n Hope your man come with the ransom\n Let me see you dance on, no longer handsome\n If you don't drop off than walk off, watch him, watch him\n [Chorus]\n [Snoop Doggy Dogg]\n Them west coast niggas is real set trippas\n Will get you for them zippers, on a quest for them chippas\n Sliding while we riding, not even hitting switches\n Hanging at the high school getting at them young bitches\n I got the dove sacks, homies love that (who got the bud)\n Where the bud at, hollering at my big homeboy who fresh out\n Hanging at my grand mama house, homie burnt out\n What you gonna do when you get out of jail (speak on it)\n I'm gonna have some fun\n What do you consider fun a ounce and about five hun\n So I put him on a move that I know about\n Hooked him with a home girl from the South (good looking out)\n Money made, plug a player in the game\n Especially when he represent the same thing I claim\n Damn they don't make niggas like they used to\n That's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce deuce (that's real)\n Cause everybody wanna be a star\n In the city of dope, a.k.a. caviar\n [Chorus]\n [Mack 10]\n What have we a house full of cavi (no stress)\n Well known riders from different sides of the West\n Got the hi-zoes licking up so hard we sticking up niggas\n Tired of the bullshit so we clicken up\n Nigga please we ain't tripping off C's and B's\n It's the West side Connect with the DPG's\n For the cheese we jab with the gift of the gab\n Always capping, Mack, Cube and Snoop rapping\n Now how did that happen it's all good (fool)\n So peep game If you could\n Snoop be from Long Beach and I be from Inglewood\n Now you despise cause it came to yo surprise\n Two well known enemies now becoming allies\n In Californ-I-A we parlay the G way\n Some wear red and black and some sport blue and gray\n So gangsta's don't dance we hang boogie and bang\n So it's the Westside Connect with the Dogg Pound Gang\n [Chorus]\n [Ice Cube]\n There we have it, Ice motherfucking Cube\n The big fish, rolling with the atomic dog\n Snoop Doggy Dogg, down with the ring leader\n Mack motherfucking 10, coming back once again\n Nigga we make and spend nigga\n And my heat goes boom boom boom boom boom boom\n"},{"id":21562280,"name":"Only In California","trackName":"Only In California","artistName":"Mack 10","albumName":"DJ Rectangle-The Tables Have Turned","duration":71.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Speak on it, my nigga, speak on it\n(And my heat goes)\n\nOnly in California\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n(Get your grind on)\nOnly in California\n(California)\n(Get your grind on)\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n(Run upon ya)\n\nIce Cube, the mutherfuckin' don\nSnoop Doggy Dogg, a.k.a. Tha Doggfather\nMack 10, alias the Chicken Hawk, gangstas with rules\n'Cause you the niggaz with no rules\n(California)\nAin't got nothing to lose, we got everything to lose\n\nThrew his ass in, he feel the fin of the barracuda\nI negotiate, \"Mack is the shooter\"\nYou the nigga on the journey strapped to this gurney\nWe break breads with accounts and attorneys\n\nCurrency never worry me\nWho's got the balls to murder me?\nDegree higher than a 33, tell 'em what you drank\nNever tell 'em what you thinkin', never tell 'em where the body stankin'\n\nFuck Lincoln, fuck Jackson, Bankin Franklin, what you thankin'?\nHope your man come with the ransom\nLet me see you dance on, no longer handsome\nIf you don't drop off then walk off, watch him, watch him\n\nOnly in California\n(Speak on it)\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\nOnly in California\n(California)\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n(Run upon ya)\n(Hey don't fuck)\n\nThem West Coast niggaz is real set trippas\n[Incomprehensible] zippas on a quest for them chippas\nSlidin' while we ridin', not even hittin' switches\nHangin' at the high school gettin' at them young bitches\n\nI got the dove sacks, homies love that\n\"Nigga, where the bud at?\" Hollering at my big homeboy who fresh out\nHangin' at my grand mama house, homie burnt out\nWhat you gonna do when you get out of jail?\n\nI'm gonna have some fun\nWhat do you consider fun? An ounce and about five hun\nSo I put him on a move that I knew about\nHooked him with a homegirl from the South, good lookin' out\n\nMoney made, plug a playa in the game\nEspecially when he represent the same thing I claim\nDamn, they don't make niggaz like they used to\nThat's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce, deuce\n'Cause everybody wanna be a star in the city of dope, a.k.a. Caviar\n\nOnly in California\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\nOnly in California\n(California)\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n(Run upon ya)\n\nWhat have we? A house full of cavi? No, stress\nWell known ridas from different sides of the West\nGot the hi-zoes lickin' up so hard, we stickin' up\nNiggaz tired of the bullshit so we all clic it up\n\nNigga, please, we ain't trippin' off C's and B's\nIt's the Westside Connect with the DPG's\nFor the cheese we jab with the gift of the gab always cappin'\nMack, Cube and Snoop rappin', now, how did that happen?\n\nIt's all good, fool so peep game if you could\nSnoop be from Long Beach and I be from Inglewood\nNow, you despise 'cause it came to yo surprise\nTwo well known enemies now becoming allies\n\nIn Californ-I-A we parlay the G way\nSome wear red and black and some sport blue and gray\nWell, gangstas don't dance, we hang boogie and bang\nSo it's the Westside Connect with the Dogg Pound Gang\n\nOnly in California\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\nOnly in California\n(California)\nWhere niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n(Run upon ya)\n\nThere we have it, Ice motherfuckin' Cube, the big fish\nRollin' with the atomic dog, Snoop Doggy Dogg\nDown with the ring leader, Mack motherfuckin' 10\nComing back once again, nigga, we make and spend, nigga\n\nAnd my heat goes, and my heat goes\nAnd my heat goes, and my heat goes\n\nAnd my heat goes\nBoom boom boom, boom boom boom\nAnd my heat goes\nBoom boom boom, boom boom boom\n\nAnd my heat goes\nBoom boom boom, boom boom boom\nAnd my heat goes\nBoom boom boom, boom boom boom\nAnd my heat goes, I'll be dammned\n[Incomprehensible]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Only In California\n artist: Mack 10\n album: DJ Rectangle-The Tables Have Turned\n duration_ms: 71000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Speak on it, my nigga, speak on it\n (And my heat goes)\n\n Only in California\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n (Get your grind on)\n Only in California\n (California)\n (Get your grind on)\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n (Run upon ya)\n\n Ice Cube, the mutherfuckin' don\n Snoop Doggy Dogg, a.k.a. Tha Doggfather\n Mack 10, alias the Chicken Hawk, gangstas with rules\n 'Cause you the niggaz with no rules\n (California)\n Ain't got nothing to lose, we got everything to lose\n\n Threw his ass in, he feel the fin of the barracuda\n I negotiate, \"Mack is the shooter\"\n You the nigga on the journey strapped to this gurney\n We break breads with accounts and attorneys\n\n Currency never worry me\n Who's got the balls to murder me?\n Degree higher than a 33, tell 'em what you drank\n Never tell 'em what you thinkin', never tell 'em where the body stankin'\n\n Fuck Lincoln, fuck Jackson, Bankin Franklin, what you thankin'?\n Hope your man come with the ransom\n Let me see you dance on, no longer handsome\n If you don't drop off then walk off, watch him, watch him\n\n Only in California\n (Speak on it)\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n Only in California\n (California)\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n (Run upon ya)\n (Hey don't fuck)\n\n Them West Coast niggaz is real set trippas\n [Incomprehensible] zippas on a quest for them chippas\n Slidin' while we ridin', not even hittin' switches\n Hangin' at the high school gettin' at them young bitches\n\n I got the dove sacks, homies love that\n \"Nigga, where the bud at?\" Hollering at my big homeboy who fresh out\n Hangin' at my grand mama house, homie burnt out\n What you gonna do when you get out of jail?\n\n I'm gonna have some fun\n What do you consider fun? An ounce and about five hun\n So I put him on a move that I knew about\n Hooked him with a homegirl from the South, good lookin' out\n\n Money made, plug a playa in the game\n Especially when he represent the same thing I claim\n Damn, they don't make niggaz like they used to\n That's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce, deuce\n 'Cause everybody wanna be a star in the city of dope, a.k.a. Caviar\n\n Only in California\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n Only in California\n (California)\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n (Run upon ya)\n\n What have we? A house full of cavi? No, stress\n Well known ridas from different sides of the West\n Got the hi-zoes lickin' up so hard, we stickin' up\n Niggaz tired of the bullshit so we all clic it up\n\n Nigga, please, we ain't trippin' off C's and B's\n It's the Westside Connect with the DPG's\n For the cheese we jab with the gift of the gab always cappin'\n Mack, Cube and Snoop rappin', now, how did that happen?\n\n It's all good, fool so peep game if you could\n Snoop be from Long Beach and I be from Inglewood\n Now, you despise 'cause it came to yo surprise\n Two well known enemies now becoming allies\n\n In Californ-I-A we parlay the G way\n Some wear red and black and some sport blue and gray\n Well, gangstas don't dance, we hang boogie and bang\n So it's the Westside Connect with the Dogg Pound Gang\n\n Only in California\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n Only in California\n (California)\n Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya\n (Run upon ya)\n\n There we have it, Ice motherfuckin' Cube, the big fish\n Rollin' with the atomic dog, Snoop Doggy Dogg\n Down with the ring leader, Mack motherfuckin' 10\n Coming back once again, nigga, we make and spend, nigga\n\n And my heat goes, and my heat goes\n And my heat goes, and my heat goes\n\n And my heat goes\n Boom boom boom, boom boom boom\n And my heat goes\n Boom boom boom, boom boom boom\n\n And my heat goes\n Boom boom boom, boom boom boom\n And my heat goes\n Boom boom boom, boom boom boom\n And my heat goes, I'll be dammned\n [Incomprehensible]\n"},{"id":33749451,"name":"Only in California","trackName":"Only in California","artistName":"Mack 10","albumName":"Rhythm Radio February 1998","duration":272.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Ice Cube]\nSpeak on it my nigga, speak on it (and my heat go)\n[Chorus]\nOnly in California\nWhere niggas pull heat and run up on ya (get your grind on)\nOnly in California (California)\nWhere niggas pull heat and run up ya (run up on ya)\nIce Cube the motherfucking don\nSnoop Doggy Dogg a.k.a. The Doggfather\nMack 10 alias the Chicken Hawk\nGangstas with rules\nCause you'se the niggas with no rules\nAin't got nothing to lose, we got everything to lose\nThrew his ass in, he feel the fin of the barracuda\nI negotiate Mack is the shooter\nYou the nigga on the journey strapped to this gurney\nWe break breads with accountants and attorneys\nCurrency never worry me (never)\nWho's got the balls to murder me\nDegree higher than a 33\nTell em what you drank (Hennessy)\nNever tell em what you thinking\nNever tell em where the body stinking\nFuck Lincoln, fuck Jackson, banking Franklin what you thanking\nHope your man come with the ransom\nLet me see you dance on, no longer handsome\nIf you don't drop off than walk off, watch him, watch him\n[Chorus]\n[Snoop Doggy Dogg]\nThem west coast niggas is real set trippas\nWill get you for them zippers, on a quest for them chippas\nSliding while we riding, not even hitting switches\nHanging at the high school getting at them young bitches\nI got the dove sacks, homies love that (who got the bud)\nWhere the bud at, hollering at my big homeboy who fresh out\nHanging at my grand mama house, homie burnt out\nWhat you gonna do when you get out of jail (speak on it)\nI'm gonna have some fun\nWhat do you consider fun a ounce and about five hun\nSo I put him on a move that I know about\nHooked him with a home girl from the South (good looking out)\nMoney made, plug a player in the game\nEspecially when he represent the same thing I claim\nDamn they don't make niggas like they used to\nThat's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce deuce (that's real)\nCause everybody wanna be a star\nIn the city of dope, a.k.a. caviar\n[Chorus]\n[Mack 10]\nWhat have we a house full of cavi (no stress)\nWell known riders from different sides of the West\nGot the hi-zoes licking up so hard we sticking up niggas\nTired of the bullshit so we clicken up\nNigga please we ain't tripping off C's and B's\nIt's the West side Connect with the DPG's\nFor the cheese we jab with the gift of the gab\nAlways capping, Mack, Cube and Snoop rapping\nNow how did that happen it's all good (fool)\nSo peep game If you could\nSnoop be from Long Beach and I be from Inglewood\nNow you despise cause it came to yo surprise\nTwo well known enemies now becoming allies\nIn Californ-I-A we parlay the G way\nSome wear red and black and some sport blue and gray\nSo gangsta's don't dance we hang boogie and bang\nSo it's the Westside Connect with the Dogg Pound Gang\n[Chorus]\n[Ice Cube]\nThere we have it, Ice motherfucking Cube\nThe big fish, rolling with the atomic dog\nSnoop Doggy Dogg, down with the ring leader\nMack motherfucking 10, coming back once again\nNigga we make and spend nigga\nAnd my heat goes boom boom boom boom boom boom","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Only in California\n artist: Mack 10\n album: Rhythm Radio February 1998\n duration_ms: 272000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Ice Cube]\n Speak on it my nigga, speak on it (and my heat go)\n [Chorus]\n Only in California\n Where niggas pull heat and run up on ya (get your grind on)\n Only in California (California)\n Where niggas pull heat and run up ya (run up on ya)\n Ice Cube the motherfucking don\n Snoop Doggy Dogg a.k.a. The Doggfather\n Mack 10 alias the Chicken Hawk\n Gangstas with rules\n Cause you'se the niggas with no rules\n Ain't got nothing to lose, we got everything to lose\n Threw his ass in, he feel the fin of the barracuda\n I negotiate Mack is the shooter\n You the nigga on the journey strapped to this gurney\n We break breads with accountants and attorneys\n Currency never worry me (never)\n Who's got the balls to murder me\n Degree higher than a 33\n Tell em what you drank (Hennessy)\n Never tell em what you thinking\n Never tell em where the body stinking\n Fuck Lincoln, fuck Jackson, banking Franklin what you thanking\n Hope your man come with the ransom\n Let me see you dance on, no longer handsome\n If you don't drop off than walk off, watch him, watch him\n [Chorus]\n [Snoop Doggy Dogg]\n Them west coast niggas is real set trippas\n Will get you for them zippers, on a quest for them chippas\n Sliding while we riding, not even hitting switches\n Hanging at the high school getting at them young bitches\n I got the dove sacks, homies love that (who got the bud)\n Where the bud at, hollering at my big homeboy who fresh out\n Hanging at my grand mama house, homie burnt out\n What you gonna do when you get out of jail (speak on it)\n I'm gonna have some fun\n What do you consider fun a ounce and about five hun\n So I put him on a move that I know about\n Hooked him with a home girl from the South (good looking out)\n Money made, plug a player in the game\n Especially when he represent the same thing I claim\n Damn they don't make niggas like they used to\n That's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce deuce (that's real)\n Cause everybody wanna be a star\n In the city of dope, a.k.a. caviar\n [Chorus]\n [Mack 10]\n What have we a house full of cavi (no stress)\n Well known riders from different sides of the West\n Got the hi-zoes licking up so hard we sticking up niggas\n Tired of the bullshit so we clicken up\n Nigga please we ain't tripping off C's and B's\n It's the West side Connect with the DPG's\n For the cheese we jab with the gift of the gab\n Always capping, Mack, Cube and Snoop rapping\n Now how did that happen it's all good (fool)\n So peep game If you could\n Snoop be from Long Beach and I be from Inglewood\n Now you despise cause it came to yo surprise\n Two well known enemies now becoming allies\n In Californ-I-A we parlay the G way\n Some wear red and black and some sport blue and gray\n So gangsta's don't dance we hang boogie and bang\n So it's the Westside Connect with the Dogg Pound Gang\n [Chorus]\n [Ice Cube]\n There we have it, Ice motherfucking Cube\n The big fish, rolling with the atomic dog\n Snoop Doggy Dogg, down with the ring leader\n Mack motherfucking 10, coming back once again\n Nigga we make and spend nigga\n And my heat goes boom boom boom boom boom boom\n"},{"id":37334468,"name":"only in california","trackName":"only in california","artistName":"Mack 10","albumName":"music","duration":226.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Ice Cube]\nSpeak on it my nigga, speak on it (and my heat go)\n[Chorus]\nOnly in California\nWhere niggas pull heat and run up on ya (get your grind on)\nOnly in California (California)\nWhere niggas pull heat and run up ya (run up on ya)\nIce Cube the motherfucking don\nSnoop Doggy Dogg a.k.a. The Doggfather\nMack 10 alias the Chicken Hawk\nGangstas with rules\nCause you'se the niggas with no rules\nAin't got nothing to lose, we got everything to lose\nThrew his ass in, he feel the fin of the barracuda\nI negotiate Mack is the shooter\nYou the nigga on the journey strapped to this gurney\nWe break breads with accountants and attorneys\nCurrency never worry me (never)\nWho's got the balls to murder me\nDegree higher than a 33\nTell em what you drank (Hennessy)\nNever tell em what you thinking\nNever tell em where the body stinking\nFuck Lincoln, fuck Jackson, banking Franklin what you thanking\nHope your man come with the ransom\nLet me see you dance on, no longer handsome\nIf you don't drop off than walk off, watch him, watch him\n[Chorus]\n[Snoop Doggy Dogg]\nThem west coast niggas is real set trippas\nWill get you for them zippers, on a quest for them chippas\nSliding while we riding, not even hitting switches\nHanging at the high school getting at them young bitches\nI got the dove sacks, homies love that (who got the bud)\nWhere the bud at, hollering at my big homeboy who fresh out\nHanging at my grand mama house, homie burnt out\nWhat you gonna do when you get out of jail (speak on it)\nI'm gonna have some fun\nWhat do you consider fun a ounce and about five hun\nSo I put him on a move that I know about\nHooked him with a home girl from the South (good looking out)\nMoney made, plug a player in the game\nEspecially when he represent the same thing I claim\nDamn they don't make niggas like they used to\nThat's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce deuce (that's real)\nCause everybody wanna be a star\nIn the city of dope, a.k.a. caviar\n[Chorus]\n[Mack 10]\nWhat have we a house full of cavi (no stress)\nWell known riders from different sides of the West\nGot the hi-zoes licking up so hard we sticking up niggas\nTired of the bullshit so we clicken up\nNigga please we ain't tripping off C's and B's\nIt's the West side Connect with the DPG's\nFor the cheese we jab with the gift of the gab\nAlways capping, Mack, Cube and Snoop rapping\nNow how did that happen it's all good (fool)\nSo peep game If you could\nSnoop be from Long Beach and I be from Inglewood\nNow you despise cause it came to yo surprise\nTwo well known enemies now becoming allies\nIn Californ-I-A we parlay the G way\nSome wear red and black and some sport blue and gray\nSo gangsta's don't dance we hang boogie and bang\nSo it's the Westside Connect with the Dogg Pound Gang\n[Chorus]\n[Ice Cube]\nThere we have it, Ice motherfucking Cube\nThe big fish, rolling with the atomic dog\nSnoop Doggy Dogg, down with the ring leader\nMack motherfucking 10, coming back once again\nNigga we make and spend nigga\nAnd my heat goes boom boom boom boom boom boom","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: only in california\n artist: Mack 10\n album: music\n duration_ms: 225928\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Ice Cube]\n Speak on it my nigga, speak on it (and my heat go)\n [Chorus]\n Only in California\n Where niggas pull heat and run up on ya (get your grind on)\n Only in California (California)\n Where niggas pull heat and run up ya (run up on ya)\n Ice Cube the motherfucking don\n Snoop Doggy Dogg a.k.a. The Doggfather\n Mack 10 alias the Chicken Hawk\n Gangstas with rules\n Cause you'se the niggas with no rules\n Ain't got nothing to lose, we got everything to lose\n Threw his ass in, he feel the fin of the barracuda\n I negotiate Mack is the shooter\n You the nigga on the journey strapped to this gurney\n We break breads with accountants and attorneys\n Currency never worry me (never)\n Who's got the balls to murder me\n Degree higher than a 33\n Tell em what you drank (Hennessy)\n Never tell em what you thinking\n Never tell em where the body stinking\n Fuck Lincoln, fuck Jackson, banking Franklin what you thanking\n Hope your man come with the ransom\n Let me see you dance on, no longer handsome\n If you don't drop off than walk off, watch him, watch him\n [Chorus]\n [Snoop Doggy Dogg]\n Them west coast niggas is real set trippas\n Will get you for them zippers, on a quest for them chippas\n Sliding while we riding, not even hitting switches\n Hanging at the high school getting at them young bitches\n I got the dove sacks, homies love that (who got the bud)\n Where the bud at, hollering at my big homeboy who fresh out\n Hanging at my grand mama house, homie burnt out\n What you gonna do when you get out of jail (speak on it)\n I'm gonna have some fun\n What do you consider fun a ounce and about five hun\n So I put him on a move that I know about\n Hooked him with a home girl from the South (good looking out)\n Money made, plug a player in the game\n Especially when he represent the same thing I claim\n Damn they don't make niggas like they used to\n That's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce deuce (that's real)\n Cause everybody wanna be a star\n In the city of dope, a.k.a. caviar\n [Chorus]\n [Mack 10]\n What have we a house full of cavi (no stress)\n Well known riders from different sides of the West\n Got the hi-zoes licking up so hard we sticking up niggas\n Tired of the bullshit so we clicken up\n Nigga please we ain't tripping off C's and B's\n It's the West side Connect with the DPG's\n For the cheese we jab with the gift of the gab\n Always capping, Mack, Cube and Snoop rapping\n Now how did that happen it's all good (fool)\n So peep game If you could\n Snoop be from Long Beach and I be from Inglewood\n Now you despise cause it came to yo surprise\n Two well known enemies now becoming allies\n In Californ-I-A we parlay the G way\n Some wear red and black and some sport blue and gray\n So gangsta's don't dance we hang boogie and bang\n So it's the Westside Connect with the Dogg Pound Gang\n [Chorus]\n [Ice Cube]\n There we have it, Ice motherfucking Cube\n The big fish, rolling with the atomic dog\n Snoop Doggy Dogg, down with the ring leader\n Mack motherfucking 10, coming back once again\n Nigga we make and spend nigga\n And my heat goes boom boom boom boom boom boom\n"},{"id":37055366,"name":"Only In California","trackName":"Only In California","artistName":"Mack 10","albumName":"Based On A True Story (Explicit)","duration":282.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Ice Cube]\nSpeak on it my nigga, speak on it (and my heat go)\n[Chorus]\nOnly in California\nWhere niggas pull heat and run up on ya (get your grind on)\nOnly in California (California)\nWhere niggas pull heat and run up ya (run up on ya)\nIce Cube the motherfucking don\nSnoop Doggy Dogg a.k.a. The Doggfather\nMack 10 alias the Chicken Hawk\nGangstas with rules\nCause you'se the niggas with no rules\nAin't got nothing to lose, we got everything to lose\nThrew his ass in, he feel the fin of the barracuda\nI negotiate Mack is the shooter\nYou the nigga on the journey strapped to this gurney\nWe break breads with accountants and attorneys\nCurrency never worry me (never)\nWho's got the balls to murder me\nDegree higher than a 33\nTell em what you drank (Hennessy)\nNever tell em what you thinking\nNever tell em where the body stinking\nFuck Lincoln, fuck Jackson, banking Franklin what you thanking\nHope your man come with the ransom\nLet me see you dance on, no longer handsome\nIf you don't drop off than walk off, watch him, watch him\n[Chorus]\n[Snoop Doggy Dogg]\nThem west coast niggas is real set trippas\nWill get you for them zippers, on a quest for them chippas\nSliding while we riding, not even hitting switches\nHanging at the high school getting at them young bitches\nI got the dove sacks, homies love that (who got the bud)\nWhere the bud at, hollering at my big homeboy who fresh out\nHanging at my grand mama house, homie burnt out\nWhat you gonna do when you get out of jail (speak on it)\nI'm gonna have some fun\nWhat do you consider fun a ounce and about five hun\nSo I put him on a move that I know about\nHooked him with a home girl from the South (good looking out)\nMoney made, plug a player in the game\nEspecially when he represent the same thing I claim\nDamn they don't make niggas like they used to\nThat's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce deuce (that's real)\nCause everybody wanna be a star\nIn the city of dope, a.k.a. caviar\n[Chorus]\n[Mack 10]\nWhat have we a house full of cavi (no stress)\nWell known riders from different sides of the West\nGot the hi-zoes licking up so hard we sticking up niggas\nTired of the bullshit so we clicken up\nNigga please we ain't tripping off C's and B's\nIt's the West side Connect with the DPG's\nFor the cheese we jab with the gift of the gab\nAlways capping, Mack, Cube and Snoop rapping\nNow how did that happen it's all good (fool)\nSo peep game If you could\nSnoop be from Long Beach and I be from Inglewood\nNow you despise cause it came to yo surprise\nTwo well known enemies now becoming allies\nIn Californ-I-A we parlay the G way\nSome wear red and black and some sport blue and gray\nSo gangsta's don't dance we hang boogie and bang\nSo it's the Westside Connect with the Dogg Pound Gang\n[Chorus]\n[Ice Cube]\nThere we have it, Ice motherfucking Cube\nThe big fish, rolling with the atomic dog\nSnoop Doggy Dogg, down with the ring leader\nMack motherfucking 10, coming back once again\nNigga we make and spend nigga\nAnd my heat goes boom boom boom boom boom boom","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Only In California\n artist: Mack 10\n album: Based On A True Story (Explicit)\n duration_ms: 282000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Ice Cube]\n Speak on it my nigga, speak on it (and my heat go)\n [Chorus]\n Only in California\n Where niggas pull heat and run up on ya (get your grind on)\n Only in California (California)\n Where niggas pull heat and run up ya (run up on ya)\n Ice Cube the motherfucking don\n Snoop Doggy Dogg a.k.a. The Doggfather\n Mack 10 alias the Chicken Hawk\n Gangstas with rules\n Cause you'se the niggas with no rules\n Ain't got nothing to lose, we got everything to lose\n Threw his ass in, he feel the fin of the barracuda\n I negotiate Mack is the shooter\n You the nigga on the journey strapped to this gurney\n We break breads with accountants and attorneys\n Currency never worry me (never)\n Who's got the balls to murder me\n Degree higher than a 33\n Tell em what you drank (Hennessy)\n Never tell em what you thinking\n Never tell em where the body stinking\n Fuck Lincoln, fuck Jackson, banking Franklin what you thanking\n Hope your man come with the ransom\n Let me see you dance on, no longer handsome\n If you don't drop off than walk off, watch him, watch him\n [Chorus]\n [Snoop Doggy Dogg]\n Them west coast niggas is real set trippas\n Will get you for them zippers, on a quest for them chippas\n Sliding while we riding, not even hitting switches\n Hanging at the high school getting at them young bitches\n I got the dove sacks, homies love that (who got the bud)\n Where the bud at, hollering at my big homeboy who fresh out\n Hanging at my grand mama house, homie burnt out\n What you gonna do when you get out of jail (speak on it)\n I'm gonna have some fun\n What do you consider fun a ounce and about five hun\n So I put him on a move that I know about\n Hooked him with a home girl from the South (good looking out)\n Money made, plug a player in the game\n Especially when he represent the same thing I claim\n Damn they don't make niggas like they used to\n That's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce deuce (that's real)\n Cause everybody wanna be a star\n In the city of dope, a.k.a. caviar\n [Chorus]\n [Mack 10]\n What have we a house full of cavi (no stress)\n Well known riders from different sides of the West\n Got the hi-zoes licking up so hard we sticking up niggas\n Tired of the bullshit so we clicken up\n Nigga please we ain't tripping off C's and B's\n It's the West side Connect with the DPG's\n For the cheese we jab with the gift of the gab\n Always capping, Mack, Cube and Snoop rapping\n Now how did that happen it's all good (fool)\n So peep game If you could\n Snoop be from Long Beach and I be from Inglewood\n Now you despise cause it came to yo surprise\n Two well known enemies now becoming allies\n In Californ-I-A we parlay the G way\n Some wear red and black and some sport blue and gray\n So gangsta's don't dance we hang boogie and bang\n So it's the Westside Connect with the Dogg Pound Gang\n [Chorus]\n [Ice Cube]\n There we have it, Ice motherfucking Cube\n The big fish, rolling with the atomic dog\n Snoop Doggy Dogg, down with the ring leader\n Mack motherfucking 10, coming back once again\n Nigga we make and spend nigga\n And my heat goes boom boom boom boom boom boom\n"},{"id":26818566,"name":"Only In California","trackName":"Only In California","artistName":"Mack 10","albumName":"The N.W.A Legacy, Vol. 1 1988-1998","duration":284.0933329,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Ice Cube]\nSpeak on it my nigga, speak on it (and my heat go)\n[Chorus]\nOnly in California\nWhere niggas pull heat and run up on ya (get your grind on)\nOnly in California (California)\nWhere niggas pull heat and run up ya (run up on ya)\nIce Cube the motherfucking don\nSnoop Doggy Dogg a.k.a. The Doggfather\nMack 10 alias the Chicken Hawk\nGangstas with rules\nCause you'se the niggas with no rules\nAin't got nothing to lose, we got everything to lose\nThrew his ass in, he feel the fin of the barracuda\nI negotiate Mack is the shooter\nYou the nigga on the journey strapped to this gurney\nWe break breads with accountants and attorneys\nCurrency never worry me (never)\nWho's got the balls to murder me\nDegree higher than a 33\nTell em what you drank (Hennessy)\nNever tell em what you thinking\nNever tell em where the body stinking\nFuck Lincoln, fuck Jackson, banking Franklin what you thanking\nHope your man come with the ransom\nLet me see you dance on, no longer handsome\nIf you don't drop off than walk off, watch him, watch him\n[Chorus]\n[Snoop Doggy Dogg]\nThem west coast niggas is real set trippas\nWill get you for them zippers, on a quest for them chippas\nSliding while we riding, not even hitting switches\nHanging at the high school getting at them young bitches\nI got the dove sacks, homies love that (who got the bud)\nWhere the bud at, hollering at my big homeboy who fresh out\nHanging at my grand mama house, homie burnt out\nWhat you gonna do when you get out of jail (speak on it)\nI'm gonna have some fun\nWhat do you consider fun a ounce and about five hun\nSo I put him on a move that I know about\nHooked him with a home girl from the South (good looking out)\nMoney made, plug a player in the game\nEspecially when he represent the same thing I claim\nDamn they don't make niggas like they used to\nThat's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce deuce (that's real)\nCause everybody wanna be a star\nIn the city of dope, a.k.a. caviar\n[Chorus]\n[Mack 10]\nWhat have we a house full of cavi (no stress)\nWell known riders from different sides of the West\nGot the hi-zoes licking up so hard we sticking up niggas\nTired of the bullshit so we clicken up\nNigga please we ain't tripping off C's and B's\nIt's the West side Connect with the DPG's\nFor the cheese we jab with the gift of the gab\nAlways capping, Mack, Cube and Snoop rapping\nNow how did that happen it's all good (fool)\nSo peep game If you could\nSnoop be from Long Beach and I be from Inglewood\nNow you despise cause it came to yo surprise\nTwo well known enemies now becoming allies\nIn Californ-I-A we parlay the G way\nSome wear red and black and some sport blue and gray\nSo gangsta's don't dance we hang boogie and bang\nSo it's the Westside Connect with the Dogg Pound Gang\n[Chorus]\n[Ice Cube]\nThere we have it, Ice motherfucking Cube\nThe big fish, rolling with the atomic dog\nSnoop Doggy Dogg, down with the ring leader\nMack motherfucking 10, coming back once again\nNigga we make and spend nigga\nAnd my heat goes boom boom boom boom boom boom","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Only In California\n artist: Mack 10\n album: The N.W.A Legacy, Vol. 1 1988-1998\n duration_ms: 284093\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Ice Cube]\n Speak on it my nigga, speak on it (and my heat go)\n [Chorus]\n Only in California\n Where niggas pull heat and run up on ya (get your grind on)\n Only in California (California)\n Where niggas pull heat and run up ya (run up on ya)\n Ice Cube the motherfucking don\n Snoop Doggy Dogg a.k.a. The Doggfather\n Mack 10 alias the Chicken Hawk\n Gangstas with rules\n Cause you'se the niggas with no rules\n Ain't got nothing to lose, we got everything to lose\n Threw his ass in, he feel the fin of the barracuda\n I negotiate Mack is the shooter\n You the nigga on the journey strapped to this gurney\n We break breads with accountants and attorneys\n Currency never worry me (never)\n Who's got the balls to murder me\n Degree higher than a 33\n Tell em what you drank (Hennessy)\n Never tell em what you thinking\n Never tell em where the body stinking\n Fuck Lincoln, fuck Jackson, banking Franklin what you thanking\n Hope your man come with the ransom\n Let me see you dance on, no longer handsome\n If you don't drop off than walk off, watch him, watch him\n [Chorus]\n [Snoop Doggy Dogg]\n Them west coast niggas is real set trippas\n Will get you for them zippers, on a quest for them chippas\n Sliding while we riding, not even hitting switches\n Hanging at the high school getting at them young bitches\n I got the dove sacks, homies love that (who got the bud)\n Where the bud at, hollering at my big homeboy who fresh out\n Hanging at my grand mama house, homie burnt out\n What you gonna do when you get out of jail (speak on it)\n I'm gonna have some fun\n What do you consider fun a ounce and about five hun\n So I put him on a move that I know about\n Hooked him with a home girl from the South (good looking out)\n Money made, plug a player in the game\n Especially when he represent the same thing I claim\n Damn they don't make niggas like they used to\n That's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce deuce (that's real)\n Cause everybody wanna be a star\n In the city of dope, a.k.a. caviar\n [Chorus]\n [Mack 10]\n What have we a house full of cavi (no stress)\n Well known riders from different sides of the West\n Got the hi-zoes licking up so hard we sticking up niggas\n Tired of the bullshit so we clicken up\n Nigga please we ain't tripping off C's and B's\n It's the West side Connect with the DPG's\n For the cheese we jab with the gift of the gab\n Always capping, Mack, Cube and Snoop rapping\n Now how did that happen it's all good (fool)\n So peep game If you could\n Snoop be from Long Beach and I be from Inglewood\n Now you despise cause it came to yo surprise\n Two well known enemies now becoming allies\n In Californ-I-A we parlay the G way\n Some wear red and black and some sport blue and gray\n So gangsta's don't dance we hang boogie and bang\n So it's the Westside Connect with the Dogg Pound Gang\n [Chorus]\n [Ice Cube]\n There we have it, Ice motherfucking Cube\n The big fish, rolling with the atomic dog\n Snoop Doggy Dogg, down with the ring leader\n Mack motherfucking 10, coming back once again\n Nigga we make and spend nigga\n And my heat goes boom boom boom boom boom boom\n"}]