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Well check the credentials, they'll tell ya\n[03:01.06] A nigga's living presidential, I'm on the level that you bustas will never feel\n[03:06.31] My daughter, I'd be caught up in the game and get killed\n[03:09.47] But reverse that shit and hit the studio and make a mil'\n[03:13.33] For real, I'm slanging platinum shit until I'm old and ill\n[03:17.38] Lil' Gotti, I'ma make you feel what I say, I got time to parlay\n[03:22.11] Chill off in the bay, smoke some hay, I wouldn't have this shit no other way\n[03:27.34] The made life, the game tight\n[03:29.32] This is for the Burbons and the Cadillac's (no limits for like)\n[03:32.11] With the tens and the twelves bumpin' in the back\n[03:36.06] This is for the players smokin' doolamac\n[03:39.06] With the Benz makin' ends, I mean them paper stacks\n[03:42.75] This is for the Burbons and the Cadillac's\n[03:46.11] With the tens and the twelves bumpin' in the back\n[03:49.87] This is for the players smokin' doolamac\n[03:53.02] With the Benz makin; 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spinach\nAnd niggas still trippin', I ain't dead, I'm still in it\n\nThis is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's\nWith the tens and twelves bumpin in the back\nThis is for the players, hustlas, pimps and macks\nWith the Benz makin ends and them paper stacks\n\nSee pockets full of dollars already stacked strong gangsta leaning sideways\nToday ain't Friday, ten it is and today is my day\nTake it from mister high spoke rider\nCadillac Suburban driver, pussy diver\nPush the glock inside when I'm riding\nFlossing down the block, holla at my boys up in the third\nGot the latest word, swerve to the side of the curb\nA fiend that wanted me to serve him, I said bitch can't tell I'm off?\nBut I still gave him five dollars to wipe my white walls\nAnd then I burst up out the block, dropped the top cause it was hot\nHit the spot with the most hoes at the sideshow, abouts to plot\nSpin donuts, you know I'm macking, a straight up nigga\nCatch me spinnin', you can tell I was there cause I clocked smoke when I was finished\nI seen five-O, and man he tried to sweat me\nThinkin' he'd be nice and all cause I gotta 185 in the hood\nAnd you know they can't catch me\nAnd if you see me chilling you can stop me\nBut I keep that glock, 40 up on the dashboard you never know who might not be\nThis is for the playas\n\nPlaya, play on\nI can't hate you homie\nPlaya, play on\nI can't hate you homie\n\nBurbans and Lacs, mansions and bitches, money and weed\nA made life is all I dream, paper chasing for that green\nI'm thugging on the scene, nigga\nWhatcha don't believe, well check the credents, they'll tell ya\nA niggas living presidential, I'm on the level that you bustas will never feel\nMy daughter thought I'd get caught up in the game and get killed\nBut reverse that shit and hit the studio and make a mill\nFor real, I'm slanging platinum shit until I'm old and ill\nLil' Gotti, I'm gonna make you feel what I say, I got time to parlay\nChill off in the bay, smoke some hay, I wouldn't have that 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Twistin on some green spinach\nAnd niggas still trippin, I aint dead, I'm still in it. This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's\nWith the tens and twelves bumpin in the back. This is for the players, hustlas, pimps and macks\nWith the Benz makin ends and them paper stacks. See pockets full of dollars already stacked strong gangsta leaning sideways. Today aint Friday, ten it is and today is my day.\nTake it from mister high spoke rider.\nCadillac Suburban driver, pussy diver\nPush the glock inside when I'm riding. Flossing down the block, holla at my boys up in the third. Got the latest word, swerve to the side of the curb.\nA fiend that wanted me to serve him, I said bitch cant tell I'm off? But I still gave him five dollars to wipe my white walls. And then I burst up out the block, dropped the top cause it was hot. Hit the spot with the most hoes at the sideshow, abouts to plot. Spin donuts, you know I'm macking, a straight up nigga. Catch me spinnin, you can tell I was there cause I clocked smoke when I was finished. I seen five-O, and man he tried to sweat me.\nThinkin he'd be nice and all cause I gotta 185 in the hood and you know they can't catch me. And if you see me chilling you can stop me.\nBut i keep that glock, 40 up on the dashboard you never know who might not be.\nThis is for the playas. Playa, play on\nI can't hate you homie\nPlaya, play on\nI can't hate you homie. Burbans and Lacs, mansions and bitches, money and weed.\nA made life is all I dream, paper chasing for that green.\nI'm thugging on the scene, nigga\nWhatcha dont believe, well check the credents, they'll tell ya.\nA niggas living presidential, I'm on the level that you bustas will never feel.\nMy daughter thought I'd get caught up in the game and get killed.\nBut reverse that shit and hit the studio and make a mill.\nFor real, I'm slanging platinum shit until I'm old and ill.\nLil' Gotti, I'm gonna make you feel what I say, I got time to parlay.\nChill off in the bay, smoke some hay, I wouldn't have that shit no other way.\nThe made life, the game tight, No Limit for life. This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's\nWith the tens and twelves bumpin in the back.\nThis is for the players smokin doolamac.\nWith the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks.\nThis is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's\nWith the tens and twelves bumpin in the back.\nThis is for the players smokin doolamac.\nWith the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks.\nPlaya play on\nI can't hate you homie.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Burbons And Lacs (feat. Silkk The Shocker & Lil' Gotti)\n  artist: Master P\n  album: Best Of Master P\n  duration_ms: 250000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  This is for the Burbons and the cadillacs with the tens and the twelves bumpin in the back. This is for the playas, hustlas, pimps, and macks. With the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks. This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's\n  With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back.\n  This is for the players smokin doolamac.\n  Slappin skins, makin dividends and riding strapped. Uhhhhhh) wood grain with the leather seats\n  Windows so dark you need a flashlight to see me\n  Smokin on that doshia, four niggas in the back screaming No Limit soldiers!\n  True to the gizzame, stopped in the projects, sold a half an ounce of cocaine. Hit interstate ten, to Texas\n  Listening to DJ Screw just raised the Lexus. Called up Pimp C, did a song last week with my nigga Bun B. Twistin on some green spinach\n  And niggas still trippin, I aint dead, I'm still in it. This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's\n  With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back. This is for the players, hustlas, pimps and macks\n  With the Benz makin ends and them paper stacks. See pockets full of dollars already stacked strong gangsta leaning sideways. Today aint Friday, ten it is and today is my day.\n  Take it from mister high spoke rider.\n  Cadillac Suburban driver, pussy diver\n  Push the glock inside when I'm riding. Flossing down the block, holla at my boys up in the third. Got the latest word, swerve to the side of the curb.\n  A fiend that wanted me to serve him, I said bitch cant tell I'm off? But I still gave him five dollars to wipe my white walls. And then I burst up out the block, dropped the top cause it was hot. Hit the spot with the most hoes at the sideshow, abouts to plot. Spin donuts, you know I'm macking, a straight up nigga. Catch me spinnin, you can tell I was there cause I clocked smoke when I was finished. I seen five-O, and man he tried to sweat me.\n  Thinkin he'd be nice and all cause I gotta 185 in the hood and you know they can't catch me. And if you see me chilling you can stop me.\n  But i keep that glock, 40 up on the dashboard you never know who might not be.\n  This is for the playas. Playa, play on\n  I can't hate you homie\n  Playa, play on\n  I can't hate you homie. Burbans and Lacs, mansions and bitches, money and weed.\n  A made life is all I dream, paper chasing for that green.\n  I'm thugging on the scene, nigga\n  Whatcha dont believe, well check the credents, they'll tell ya.\n  A niggas living presidential, I'm on the level that you bustas will never feel.\n  My daughter thought I'd get caught up in the game and get killed.\n  But reverse that shit and hit the studio and make a mill.\n  For real, I'm slanging platinum shit until I'm old and ill.\n  Lil' Gotti, I'm gonna make you feel what I say, I got time to parlay.\n  Chill off in the bay, smoke some hay, I wouldn't have that shit no other way.\n  The made life, the game tight, No Limit for life. 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Well check the credentials, they'll tell ya\n[03:01.06] A nigga's living presidential, I'm on the level that you bustas will never feel\n[03:06.31] My daughter, I'd be caught up in the game and get killed\n[03:09.47] But reverse that shit and hit the studio and make a mil'\n[03:13.33] For real, I'm slanging platinum shit until I'm old and ill\n[03:17.38] Lil' Gotti, I'ma make you feel what I say, I got time to parlay\n[03:22.11] Chill off in the bay, smoke some hay, I wouldn't have this shit no other way\n[03:27.34] The made life, the game tight\n[03:29.32] This is for the Burbons and the Cadillac's (no limits for like)\n[03:32.11] With the tens and the twelves bumpin' in the back\n[03:36.06] This is for the players smokin' doolamac\n[03:39.06] With the Benz makin' ends, I mean them paper stacks\n[03:42.75] This is for the Burbons and the Cadillac's\n[03:46.11] With the tens and the twelves bumpin' in the back\n[03:49.87] This is for the players smokin' doolamac\n[03:53.02] With the Benz makin; 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Well check the credentials, they'll tell ya\nA nigga's living presidential, I'm on the level that you bustas will never feel\nMy daughter, I'd be caught up in the game and get killed\nBut reverse that shit and hit the studio and make a mil'\n\nFor real, I'm slanging platinum shit until I'm old and ill\nLil' Gotti, I'ma make you feel what I say, I got time to parlay\nChill off in the bay, smoke some hay, I wouldn't have this shit no other way\nThe made life, the game tight\n\nThis is for the Burbons and the Cadillac's (no limits for like)\nWith the tens and the twelves bumpin' in the back\nThis is for the players smokin' doolamac\nWith the Benz makin' ends, I mean them paper stacks\nThis is for the Burbons and the Cadillac's\nWith the tens and the twelves bumpin' in the back\nThis is for the players smokin' doolamac\nWith the Benz makin; ends, I mean them paper stacks\n\nPlaya play on\nI can't hate you homie\nRollin' on chrome-made candy","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.42] This is for the Burbons and the Cadillac's\n[00:03.47] With the tens and the twelves bumpin' in the back\n[00:07.22] This is for the players, hustlas, pimps and macks\n[00:10.23] With the Benz makin' ends, I mean them paper stacks\n[00:14.24] This is for the Burbons and the Cadillac's\n[00:17.23] With the tens and the twelves bumpin' in the back\n[00:20.99] This is for the players smokin' doolamac\n[00:24.09] Sippin' skins, makin' dividends and riding with the straps\n[00:27.89] (Uh) wood grain with the leather seats\n[00:31.66] Windows so dark you need a flashlight to see me\n[00:36.06] Smokin' on that doshia, four niggas in the back screaming, \"No limit soldier\"\n[00:43.23] True to the gizzame, stopped in the projects, sold a half an ounce of cocaine\n[00:49.64] Hit interstate ten, to Texas\n[00:52.64] Listening to DJ Screw, just raised the Lexus\n[00:56.92] Called up Pimp see, did a song last week with my nigga Bun be\n[01:03.87] Twistin' on some green spinach\n[01:06.38] And niggas still trippin', I ain't dead, I'm still in it\n[01:10.00] This is for the Burbons and the Cadillac's\n[01:12.84] With the tens and the twelves bumpin' in the back\n[01:16.70] This is for the players, hustlas, pimps and macks\n[01:19.97] With the Benz makin' ends and them paper stacks\n[01:23.46] See, pocket full of dollars already stacked, strong gangsta leaning sideways\n[01:27.37] Today ain't Friday, ten it is and today is my day\n[01:30.67] Take it from mister high spoke rider\n[01:33.53] Cadillac Suburban driver, pussy diver\n[01:35.80] Twist the glock inside when I'm riding\n[01:38.03] Flossing down the block, holla at my boys up in the third\n[01:41.00] Got the latest word, swerve to the side of the curb\n[01:44.32] A fiend that wanted me to serve him, said bitch can't tell I'm off?\n[01:47.83] But I still gave him five dollars to wipe my white walls\n[01:50.84] And then I burst up out the block, dropped the top 'cause it was hot\n[01:55.04] Hit the spot with the most hoes at the sideshow, abouts to plot\n[01:58.51] Hittin' donuts, you know I'm macking a straight up nigga\n[02:01.66] Catch me spinnin', you can tell I was there\n[02:03.29] Cause like a cloud of smoke when I finished\n[02:05.36] I seen five-O, and man he tried to sweat me\n[02:07.89] Thinkin' he'd be nice and all 'cause I gotta 185 in the hood\n[02:10.27] And you know they can't catch me\n[02:12.15] And if you see me chilling, you can stop me\n[02:14.99] But I keep that glock, 40 up on the dash\n[02:17.34] You never know who might not be\n[02:18.42] And this is for the playas\n[02:20.52] Playa, play on\n[02:24.98] I can't hate you homie\n[02:34.47] Playa, play on\n[02:38.74] I can't hate you homie\n[02:46.66] Burbons and Lacs, mansions and bitches, money and weed\n[02:50.15] A made life is all I dream, paper chasing for that green\n[02:55.14] I'm thugging on the scene, nigga\n[02:57.60] What, you don't believe? Well check the credentials, they'll tell ya\n[03:01.06] A nigga's living presidential, I'm on the level that you bustas will never feel\n[03:06.31] My daughter, I'd be caught up in the game and get killed\n[03:09.47] But reverse that shit and hit the studio and make a mil'\n[03:13.33] For real, I'm slanging platinum shit until I'm old and ill\n[03:17.38] Lil' Gotti, I'ma make you feel what I say, I got time to parlay\n[03:22.11] Chill off in the bay, smoke some hay, I wouldn't have this shit no other way\n[03:27.34] The made life, the game tight\n[03:29.32] This is for the Burbons and the Cadillac's (no limits for like)\n[03:32.11] With the tens and the twelves bumpin' in the back\n[03:36.06] This is for the players smokin' doolamac\n[03:39.06] With the Benz makin' ends, I mean them paper stacks\n[03:42.75] This is for the Burbons and the Cadillac's\n[03:46.11] With the tens and the twelves bumpin' in the back\n[03:49.87] This is for the players smokin' doolamac\n[03:53.02] With the Benz makin; 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Well check the credentials, they'll tell ya\nA nigga's living presidential, I'm on the level that you bustas will never feel\nMy daughter, I'd be caught up in the game and get killed\nBut reverse that shit and hit the studio and make a mil'\n\nFor real, I'm slanging platinum shit until I'm old and ill\nLil' Gotti, I'ma make you feel what I say, I got time to parlay\nChill off in the bay, smoke some hay, I wouldn't have this shit no other way\nThe made life, the game tight\n\nThis is for the Burbons and the Cadillac's (no limits for like)\nWith the tens and the twelves bumpin' in the back\nThis is for the players smokin' doolamac\nWith the Benz makin' ends, I mean them paper stacks\nThis is for the Burbons and the Cadillac's\nWith the tens and the twelves bumpin' in the back\nThis is for the players smokin' doolamac\nWith the Benz makin; ends, I mean them paper stacks\n\nPlaya play on\nI can't hate you homie\nRollin' on chrome-made candy","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.43] This is for the Burbons and the Cadillac's\n[00:03.41] With the tens and the twelves bumpin' in the back\n[00:07.37] This is for the players, hustlas, pimps and macks\n[00:10.42] With the Benz makin' ends, I mean them paper stacks\n[00:14.33] This is for the Burbons and the Cadillac's\n[00:17.33] With the tens and the twelves bumpin' in the back\n[00:21.28] This is for the players smokin' doolamac\n[00:24.15] Sippin' skins, makin' dividends and riding with the straps\n[00:27.59] (Uh) wood grain with the leather seats\n[00:31.84] Windows so dark you need a flashlight to see me\n[00:36.09] Smokin' on that doshia, four niggas in the back screaming, \"No limit soldier\"\n[00:43.17] True to the gizzame, stopped in the projects, sold a half an ounce of cocaine\n[00:49.78] Hit interstate ten, to Texas\n[00:52.78] Listening to DJ Screw, just raised the Lexus\n[00:57.00] Called up Pimp see, did a song last week with my nigga Bun be\n[01:04.03] Twistin' on some green spinach\n[01:06.57] And niggas still trippin', I ain't dead, I'm still in it\n[01:10.06] This is for the Burbons and the Cadillac's\n[01:13.06] With the tens and the twelves bumpin' in the back\n[01:16.92] This is for the players, hustlas, pimps and macks\n[01:19.94] With the Benz makin' ends and them paper stacks\n[01:23.42] See, pocket full of dollars already stacked, strong gangsta leaning sideways\n[01:27.37] Today ain't Friday, ten it is and today is my day\n[01:30.71] Take it from mister high spoke rider\n[01:33.65] Cadillac Suburban driver, pussy diver\n[01:35.78] Twist the glock inside when I'm riding\n[01:38.33] Flossing down the block, holla at my boys up in the third\n[01:40.99] Got the latest word, swerve to the side of the curb\n[01:44.55] A fiend that wanted me to serve him, said bitch can't tell I'm off?\n[01:48.06] But I still gave him five dollars to wipe my white walls\n[01:50.91] And then I burst up out the block, dropped the top 'cause it was hot\n[01:55.18] Hit the spot with the most hoes at the sideshow, abouts to plot\n[01:58.67] Hittin' donuts, you know I'm macking a straight up nigga\n[02:01.79] Catch me spinnin', you can tell I was there\n[02:03.41] Cause like a cloud of smoke when I finished\n[02:05.40] I seen five-O, and man he tried to sweat me\n[02:07.82] Thinkin' he'd be nice and all 'cause I gotta 185 in the hood\n[02:10.39] And you know they can't catch me\n[02:12.26] And if you see me chilling, you can stop me\n[02:15.12] But I keep that glock, 40 up on the dash\n[02:17.33] You never know who might not be\n[02:18.66] And this is for the playas\n[02:22.30] Playa, play on\n[02:25.01] I can't hate you homie\n[02:32.51] \n[02:34.54] Playa, play on\n[02:38.90] I can't hate you homie\n[02:41.84] Burbons and Lacs, mansions and bitches, money and weed\n[02:50.22] A made life is all I dream, paper chasing for that green\n[02:55.27] I'm thugging on the scene, nigga\n[02:57.51] What, you don't believe? 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This is for the playas, hustlas, pimps, and macks. With the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks. This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's\nWith the tens and twelves bumpin in the back.\nThis is for the players smokin doolamac.\nSlappin skins, makin dividends and riding strapped. Uhhhhhh) wood grain with the leather seats\nWindows so dark you need a flashlight to see me\nSmokin on that doshia, four niggas in the back screaming No Limit soldiers!\nTrue to the gizzame, stopped in the projects, sold a half an ounce of cocaine. Hit interstate ten, to Texas\nListening to DJ Screw just raised the Lexus. Called up Pimp C, did a song last week with my nigga Bun B. Twistin on some green spinach\nAnd niggas still trippin, I aint dead, I'm still in it. This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's\nWith the tens and twelves bumpin in the back. This is for the players, hustlas, pimps and macks\nWith the Benz makin ends and them paper stacks. See pockets full of dollars already stacked strong gangsta leaning sideways. Today aint Friday, ten it is and today is my day.\nTake it from mister high spoke rider.\nCadillac Suburban driver, pussy diver\nPush the glock inside when I'm riding. Flossing down the block, holla at my boys up in the third. Got the latest word, swerve to the side of the curb.\nA fiend that wanted me to serve him, I said bitch cant tell I'm off? But I still gave him five dollars to wipe my white walls. And then I burst up out the block, dropped the top cause it was hot. Hit the spot with the most hoes at the sideshow, abouts to plot. Spin donuts, you know I'm macking, a straight up nigga. Catch me spinnin, you can tell I was there cause I clocked smoke when I was finished. I seen five-O, and man he tried to sweat me.\nThinkin he'd be nice and all cause I gotta 185 in the hood and you know they can't catch me. And if you see me chilling you can stop me.\nBut i keep that glock, 40 up on the dashboard you never know who might not be.\nThis is for the playas. Playa, play on\nI can't hate you homie\nPlaya, play on\nI can't hate you homie. Burbans and Lacs, mansions and bitches, money and weed.\nA made life is all I dream, paper chasing for that green.\nI'm thugging on the scene, nigga\nWhatcha dont believe, well check the credents, they'll tell ya.\nA niggas living presidential, I'm on the level that you bustas will never feel.\nMy daughter thought I'd get caught up in the game and get killed.\nBut reverse that shit and hit the studio and make a mill.\nFor real, I'm slanging platinum shit until I'm old and ill.\nLil' Gotti, I'm gonna make you feel what I say, I got time to parlay.\nChill off in the bay, smoke some hay, I wouldn't have that shit no other way.\nThe made life, the game tight, No Limit for life. This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's\nWith the tens and twelves bumpin in the back.\nThis is for the players smokin doolamac.\nWith the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks.\nThis is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's\nWith the tens and twelves bumpin in the back.\nThis is for the players smokin doolamac.\nWith the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks.\nPlaya play on\nI can't hate you homie.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Burbons And Lacs\n  artist: Master P; Silkk The Shocker; Lil' Gotti\n  album: Ghetto D\n  duration_ms: 250000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  This is for the Burbons and the cadillacs with the tens and the twelves bumpin in the back. This is for the playas, hustlas, pimps, and macks. With the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks. This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's\n  With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back.\n  This is for the players smokin doolamac.\n  Slappin skins, makin dividends and riding strapped. Uhhhhhh) wood grain with the leather seats\n  Windows so dark you need a flashlight to see me\n  Smokin on that doshia, four niggas in the back screaming No Limit soldiers!\n  True to the gizzame, stopped in the projects, sold a half an ounce of cocaine. Hit interstate ten, to Texas\n  Listening to DJ Screw just raised the Lexus. Called up Pimp C, did a song last week with my nigga Bun B. Twistin on some green spinach\n  And niggas still trippin, I aint dead, I'm still in it. This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's\n  With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back. This is for the players, hustlas, pimps and macks\n  With the Benz makin ends and them paper stacks. See pockets full of dollars already stacked strong gangsta leaning sideways. Today aint Friday, ten it is and today is my day.\n  Take it from mister high spoke rider.\n  Cadillac Suburban driver, pussy diver\n  Push the glock inside when I'm riding. Flossing down the block, holla at my boys up in the third. Got the latest word, swerve to the side of the curb.\n  A fiend that wanted me to serve him, I said bitch cant tell I'm off? But I still gave him five dollars to wipe my white walls. And then I burst up out the block, dropped the top cause it was hot. Hit the spot with the most hoes at the sideshow, abouts to plot. Spin donuts, you know I'm macking, a straight up nigga. Catch me spinnin, you can tell I was there cause I clocked smoke when I was finished. I seen five-O, and man he tried to sweat me.\n  Thinkin he'd be nice and all cause I gotta 185 in the hood and you know they can't catch me. And if you see me chilling you can stop me.\n  But i keep that glock, 40 up on the dashboard you never know who might not be.\n  This is for the playas. Playa, play on\n  I can't hate you homie\n  Playa, play on\n  I can't hate you homie. Burbans and Lacs, mansions and bitches, money and weed.\n  A made life is all I dream, paper chasing for that green.\n  I'm thugging on the scene, nigga\n  Whatcha dont believe, well check the credents, they'll tell ya.\n  A niggas living presidential, I'm on the level that you bustas will never feel.\n  My daughter thought I'd get caught up in the game and get killed.\n  But reverse that shit and hit the studio and make a mill.\n  For real, I'm slanging platinum shit until I'm old and ill.\n  Lil' Gotti, I'm gonna make you feel what I say, I got time to parlay.\n  Chill off in the bay, smoke some hay, I wouldn't have that shit no other way.\n  The made life, the game tight, No Limit for life. This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's\n  With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back.\n  This is for the players smokin doolamac.\n  With the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks.\n  This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's\n  With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back.\n  This is for the players smokin doolamac.\n  With the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks.\n  Playa play on\n  I can't hate you homie.\n"},{"id":12656734,"name":"Burbons And Lacs","trackName":"Burbons And Lacs","artistName":"Master P, Silkk The Shocker, Lil' Gotti","albumName":"Old School Hip Hop Party","duration":250.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This is for the Burbons and the cadillacs with the tens and the twelves bumpin in the back. This is for the playas, hustlas, pimps, and macks. With the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks. This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's\nWith the tens and twelves bumpin in the back.\nThis is for the players smokin doolamac.\nSlappin skins, makin dividends and riding strapped. Uhhhhhh) wood grain with the leather seats\nWindows so dark you need a flashlight to see me\nSmokin on that doshia, four niggas in the back screaming No Limit soldiers!\nTrue to the gizzame, stopped in the projects, sold a half an ounce of cocaine. Hit interstate ten, to Texas\nListening to DJ Screw just raised the Lexus. Called up Pimp C, did a song last week with my nigga Bun B. Twistin on some green spinach\nAnd niggas still trippin, I aint dead, I'm still in it. This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's\nWith the tens and twelves bumpin in the back. This is for the players, hustlas, pimps and macks\nWith the Benz makin ends and them paper stacks. See pockets full of dollars already stacked strong gangsta leaning sideways. Today aint Friday, ten it is and today is my day.\nTake it from mister high spoke rider.\nCadillac Suburban driver, pussy diver\nPush the glock inside when I'm riding. Flossing down the block, holla at my boys up in the third. Got the latest word, swerve to the side of the curb.\nA fiend that wanted me to serve him, I said bitch cant tell I'm off? But I still gave him five dollars to wipe my white walls. And then I burst up out the block, dropped the top cause it was hot. Hit the spot with the most hoes at the sideshow, abouts to plot. Spin donuts, you know I'm macking, a straight up nigga. Catch me spinnin, you can tell I was there cause I clocked smoke when I was finished. I seen five-O, and man he tried to sweat me.\nThinkin he'd be nice and all cause I gotta 185 in the hood and you know they can't catch me. And if you see me chilling you can stop me.\nBut i keep that glock, 40 up on the dashboard you never know who might not be.\nThis is for the playas. Playa, play on\nI can't hate you homie\nPlaya, play on\nI can't hate you homie. Burbans and Lacs, mansions and bitches, money and weed.\nA made life is all I dream, paper chasing for that green.\nI'm thugging on the scene, nigga\nWhatcha dont believe, well check the credents, they'll tell ya.\nA niggas living presidential, I'm on the level that you bustas will never feel.\nMy daughter thought I'd get caught up in the game and get killed.\nBut reverse that shit and hit the studio and make a mill.\nFor real, I'm slanging platinum shit until I'm old and ill.\nLil' Gotti, I'm gonna make you feel what I say, I got time to parlay.\nChill off in the bay, smoke some hay, I wouldn't have that shit no other way.\nThe made life, the game tight, No Limit for life. This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's\nWith the tens and twelves bumpin in the back.\nThis is for the players smokin doolamac.\nWith the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks.\nThis is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's\nWith the tens and twelves bumpin in the back.\nThis is for the players smokin doolamac.\nWith the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks.\nPlaya play on\nI can't hate you homie.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Burbons And Lacs\n  artist: Master P, Silkk The Shocker, Lil' Gotti\n  album: Old School Hip Hop Party\n  duration_ms: 250000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  This is for the Burbons and the cadillacs with the tens and the twelves bumpin in the back. This is for the playas, hustlas, pimps, and macks. With the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks. This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's\n  With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back.\n  This is for the players smokin doolamac.\n  Slappin skins, makin dividends and riding strapped. Uhhhhhh) wood grain with the leather seats\n  Windows so dark you need a flashlight to see me\n  Smokin on that doshia, four niggas in the back screaming No Limit soldiers!\n  True to the gizzame, stopped in the projects, sold a half an ounce of cocaine. Hit interstate ten, to Texas\n  Listening to DJ Screw just raised the Lexus. Called up Pimp C, did a song last week with my nigga Bun B. Twistin on some green spinach\n  And niggas still trippin, I aint dead, I'm still in it. This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's\n  With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back. This is for the players, hustlas, pimps and macks\n  With the Benz makin ends and them paper stacks. See pockets full of dollars already stacked strong gangsta leaning sideways. Today aint Friday, ten it is and today is my day.\n  Take it from mister high spoke rider.\n  Cadillac Suburban driver, pussy diver\n  Push the glock inside when I'm riding. Flossing down the block, holla at my boys up in the third. Got the latest word, swerve to the side of the curb.\n  A fiend that wanted me to serve him, I said bitch cant tell I'm off? But I still gave him five dollars to wipe my white walls. And then I burst up out the block, dropped the top cause it was hot. Hit the spot with the most hoes at the sideshow, abouts to plot. Spin donuts, you know I'm macking, a straight up nigga. Catch me spinnin, you can tell I was there cause I clocked smoke when I was finished. I seen five-O, and man he tried to sweat me.\n  Thinkin he'd be nice and all cause I gotta 185 in the hood and you know they can't catch me. And if you see me chilling you can stop me.\n  But i keep that glock, 40 up on the dashboard you never know who might not be.\n  This is for the playas. Playa, play on\n  I can't hate you homie\n  Playa, play on\n  I can't hate you homie. Burbans and Lacs, mansions and bitches, money and weed.\n  A made life is all I dream, paper chasing for that green.\n  I'm thugging on the scene, nigga\n  Whatcha dont believe, well check the credents, they'll tell ya.\n  A niggas living presidential, I'm on the level that you bustas will never feel.\n  My daughter thought I'd get caught up in the game and get killed.\n  But reverse that shit and hit the studio and make a mill.\n  For real, I'm slanging platinum shit until I'm old and ill.\n  Lil' Gotti, I'm gonna make you feel what I say, I got time to parlay.\n  Chill off in the bay, smoke some hay, I wouldn't have that shit no other way.\n  The made life, the game tight, No Limit for life. This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's\n  With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back.\n  This is for the players smokin doolamac.\n  With the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks.\n  This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's\n  With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back.\n  This is for the players smokin doolamac.\n  With the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks.\n  Playa play on\n  I can't hate you homie.\n"},{"id":28361960,"name":"Burbons And Lacs","trackName":"Burbons And Lacs","artistName":"Master P, Silkk The Shocker, Lil' Gotti","albumName":"Ghetto D 10th Anniversary","duration":250.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This is for the Burbons and the cadillacs with the tens and the twelves bumpin in the back. This is for the playas, hustlas, pimps, and macks. With the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks. This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's\nWith the tens and twelves bumpin in the back.\nThis is for the players smokin doolamac.\nSlappin skins, makin dividends and riding strapped. Uhhhhhh) wood grain with the leather seats\nWindows so dark you need a flashlight to see me\nSmokin on that doshia, four niggas in the back screaming No Limit soldiers!\nTrue to the gizzame, stopped in the projects, sold a half an ounce of cocaine. Hit interstate ten, to Texas\nListening to DJ Screw just raised the Lexus. Called up Pimp C, did a song last week with my nigga Bun B. Twistin on some green spinach\nAnd niggas still trippin, I aint dead, I'm still in it. This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's\nWith the tens and twelves bumpin in the back. This is for the players, hustlas, pimps and macks\nWith the Benz makin ends and them paper stacks. See pockets full of dollars already stacked strong gangsta leaning sideways. Today aint Friday, ten it is and today is my day.\nTake it from mister high spoke rider.\nCadillac Suburban driver, pussy diver\nPush the glock inside when I'm riding. Flossing down the block, holla at my boys up in the third. Got the latest word, swerve to the side of the curb.\nA fiend that wanted me to serve him, I said bitch cant tell I'm off? But I still gave him five dollars to wipe my white walls. And then I burst up out the block, dropped the top cause it was hot. Hit the spot with the most hoes at the sideshow, abouts to plot. Spin donuts, you know I'm macking, a straight up nigga. Catch me spinnin, you can tell I was there cause I clocked smoke when I was finished. I seen five-O, and man he tried to sweat me.\nThinkin he'd be nice and all cause I gotta 185 in the hood and you know they can't catch me. And if you see me chilling you can stop me.\nBut i keep that glock, 40 up on the dashboard you never know who might not be.\nThis is for the playas. Playa, play on\nI can't hate you homie\nPlaya, play on\nI can't hate you homie. Burbans and Lacs, mansions and bitches, money and weed.\nA made life is all I dream, paper chasing for that green.\nI'm thugging on the scene, nigga\nWhatcha dont believe, well check the credents, they'll tell ya.\nA niggas living presidential, I'm on the level that you bustas will never feel.\nMy daughter thought I'd get caught up in the game and get killed.\nBut reverse that shit and hit the studio and make a mill.\nFor real, I'm slanging platinum shit until I'm old and ill.\nLil' Gotti, I'm gonna make you feel what I say, I got time to parlay.\nChill off in the bay, smoke some hay, I wouldn't have that shit no other way.\nThe made life, the game tight, No Limit for life. This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's\nWith the tens and twelves bumpin in the back.\nThis is for the players smokin doolamac.\nWith the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks.\nThis is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's\nWith the tens and twelves bumpin in the back.\nThis is for the players smokin doolamac.\nWith the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks.\nPlaya play on\nI can't hate you homie.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Burbons And Lacs\n  artist: Master P, Silkk The Shocker, Lil' Gotti\n  album: Ghetto D 10th Anniversary\n  duration_ms: 250000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  This is for the Burbons and the cadillacs with the tens and the twelves bumpin in the back. This is for the playas, hustlas, pimps, and macks. With the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks. This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's\n  With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back.\n  This is for the players smokin doolamac.\n  Slappin skins, makin dividends and riding strapped. Uhhhhhh) wood grain with the leather seats\n  Windows so dark you need a flashlight to see me\n  Smokin on that doshia, four niggas in the back screaming No Limit soldiers!\n  True to the gizzame, stopped in the projects, sold a half an ounce of cocaine. Hit interstate ten, to Texas\n  Listening to DJ Screw just raised the Lexus. Called up Pimp C, did a song last week with my nigga Bun B. Twistin on some green spinach\n  And niggas still trippin, I aint dead, I'm still in it. This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's\n  With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back. This is for the players, hustlas, pimps and macks\n  With the Benz makin ends and them paper stacks. See pockets full of dollars already stacked strong gangsta leaning sideways. Today aint Friday, ten it is and today is my day.\n  Take it from mister high spoke rider.\n  Cadillac Suburban driver, pussy diver\n  Push the glock inside when I'm riding. Flossing down the block, holla at my boys up in the third. Got the latest word, swerve to the side of the curb.\n  A fiend that wanted me to serve him, I said bitch cant tell I'm off? But I still gave him five dollars to wipe my white walls. And then I burst up out the block, dropped the top cause it was hot. Hit the spot with the most hoes at the sideshow, abouts to plot. Spin donuts, you know I'm macking, a straight up nigga. Catch me spinnin, you can tell I was there cause I clocked smoke when I was finished. I seen five-O, and man he tried to sweat me.\n  Thinkin he'd be nice and all cause I gotta 185 in the hood and you know they can't catch me. And if you see me chilling you can stop me.\n  But i keep that glock, 40 up on the dashboard you never know who might not be.\n  This is for the playas. Playa, play on\n  I can't hate you homie\n  Playa, play on\n  I can't hate you homie. Burbans and Lacs, mansions and bitches, money and weed.\n  A made life is all I dream, paper chasing for that green.\n  I'm thugging on the scene, nigga\n  Whatcha dont believe, well check the credents, they'll tell ya.\n  A niggas living presidential, I'm on the level that you bustas will never feel.\n  My daughter thought I'd get caught up in the game and get killed.\n  But reverse that shit and hit the studio and make a mill.\n  For real, I'm slanging platinum shit until I'm old and ill.\n  Lil' Gotti, I'm gonna make you feel what I say, I got time to parlay.\n  Chill off in the bay, smoke some hay, I wouldn't have that shit no other way.\n  The made life, the game tight, No Limit for life. This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's\n  With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back.\n  This is for the players smokin doolamac.\n  With the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks.\n  This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's\n  With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back.\n  This is for the players smokin doolamac.\n  With the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks.\n  Playa play on\n  I can't hate you homie.\n"},{"id":35107602,"name":"Burbons and Lacs","trackName":"Burbons and Lacs","artistName":"Master P; Silkk the Shocker; Lil’ Gotti; Mo B. Dick","albumName":"Ghetto D","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This is for the Bourbons and the Cadillacs\nWith the tens and the twelves bumpin' in the back\nThis is for the players, hustlas, pimps, and macks\nWith the Benz, makin' ends, I mean them paper stacks\nThis is for the Bourbons and the Cadillacs\nWith the tens and the twelves bumpin' in the back\nThis is for the players smokin' doolamac\nSlappin' skins, makin' dividends and riding strapped\n\n(Uhhhhhh) wood grain with the leather seats\nWindows so dark you need a flashlight to see me\nSmokin' on that doja\nFour niggas in the back screamin', \"No Limit soldiers!\"\nTrue to the gizzame\nStopped in the projects, sold a half an ounce of cocaine\nHit interstate ten, to Texas\nListening to DJ Screw, just raced a Lexus\nCalled up Pimp C\nDid a song last week with my nigga Bun B\nTwistin' on some green spinach\nAnd niggas still trippin', I ain't dead, I'm still in it\nThis is for the Bourbons and the Cadillacs\nWith the tens and the twelves bumpin' in the back\nThis is for the players, hustlas, pimps, and macks\nWith the Benz, makin' ends and them paper stacks\n\nSee pockets full of dollars already stacked\nSo I'm gangsta leaning sideways\nToday ain't Friday\nTen it is and today is my day\nTake it from mister hundred spoke rider\nCadillac Suburban driver, pussy diver\nPush the Glock inside when I'm ridin'\nFlossin' down the block\nHolla at my boys up in the third\nGot the latest word, swerve\nTo the side of the curb\nA fiend that wanted me to serve him\nI said, \"Bitch, can't tell I'm off?\"\nBut I still gave him five dollars to wipe my white walls\nAnd then I burst up out the block\nDropped the top 'cause it was hot\nHit the spot with the most hoes\nAt the sideshow, abouts to plot\nHittin' donuts, you know I'm actin', a straight-up menace\nCatch me spinnin', you can tell I was there\n'Cause there was a cloud of smoke when I was finished\nI seen 5-0, and man he tried to sweat me\nThinkin' he'd be nice and all 'cause I gotta 185\nIn the hood and you know they can't catch me\nAnd if you see me chilling you can stop me\nBut I keep that Glock 40 up on the dashboard\nYou never know who might try me\nThis is for the playas\nPlaya, play on\nI can't hate you homie\nPlaya, play on\nI can't hate you homie\n\nBourbons and 'Lacs, mansions and bitches, money and weed\nA made life is all I dream\nPaper chasin' for that green\nI'm thuggin' on the scene, nigga\nWhatcha don't believe? Well check the credentials, they'll tell ya\nA nigga's livin' presidential\nI'm on the level that you bustas will never feel\nMy daughter thought I'd get caught up in the game and get killed\nBut reverse that shit and hit the studio and make a mil\nFor real, I'm slangin' platinum shit until I'm old and ill\nLil' Gotti, I'm gonna make you feel what I say, I got time to parlay\nChill off in the bay, smoke some hay\nI wouldn't have that shit no other way\nThe made life, the game tight\nNo Limit for life\nThis is for the Bourbons and the Cadillacs\nWith the tens and the twelves bumpin' in the back\nThis is for the players smokin' doolamac\nWith the Benz, makin' ends, I mean them paper stacks\nThis is for the Bourbons and the Cadillacs\nWith the tens and the twelves bumpin' in the back\nThis is for the players smokin' doolamac\nWith the Benz, makin' ends, I mean them paper stacks\nPlaya, play on\nI can't hate you homie\nRollin' on chrome and candy","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Burbons and Lacs\n  artist: Master P; Silkk the Shocker; Lil’ Gotti; Mo B. Dick\n  album: Ghetto D\n  duration_ms: 251000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  This is for the Bourbons and the Cadillacs\n  With the tens and the twelves bumpin' in the back\n  This is for the players, hustlas, pimps, and macks\n  With the Benz, makin' ends, I mean them paper stacks\n  This is for the Bourbons and the Cadillacs\n  With the tens and the twelves bumpin' in the back\n  This is for the players smokin' doolamac\n  Slappin' skins, makin' dividends and riding strapped\n\n  (Uhhhhhh) wood grain with the leather seats\n  Windows so dark you need a flashlight to see me\n  Smokin' on that doja\n  Four niggas in the back screamin', \"No Limit soldiers!\"\n  True to the gizzame\n  Stopped in the projects, sold a half an ounce of cocaine\n  Hit interstate ten, to Texas\n  Listening to DJ Screw, just raced a Lexus\n  Called up Pimp C\n  Did a song last week with my nigga Bun B\n  Twistin' on some green spinach\n  And niggas still trippin', I ain't dead, I'm still in it\n  This is for the Bourbons and the Cadillacs\n  With the tens and the twelves bumpin' in the back\n  This is for the players, hustlas, pimps, and macks\n  With the Benz, makin' ends and them paper stacks\n\n  See pockets full of dollars already stacked\n  So I'm gangsta leaning sideways\n  Today ain't Friday\n  Ten it is and today is my day\n  Take it from mister hundred spoke rider\n  Cadillac Suburban driver, pussy diver\n  Push the Glock inside when I'm ridin'\n  Flossin' down the block\n  Holla at my boys up in the third\n  Got the latest word, swerve\n  To the side of the curb\n  A fiend that wanted me to serve him\n  I said, \"Bitch, can't tell I'm off?\"\n  But I still gave him five dollars to wipe my white walls\n  And then I burst up out the block\n  Dropped the top 'cause it was hot\n  Hit the spot with the most hoes\n  At the sideshow, abouts to plot\n  Hittin' donuts, you know I'm actin', a straight-up menace\n  Catch me spinnin', you can tell I was there\n  'Cause there was a cloud of smoke when I was finished\n  I seen 5-0, and man he tried to sweat me\n  Thinkin' he'd be nice and all 'cause I gotta 185\n  In the hood and you know they can't catch me\n  And if you see me chilling you can stop me\n  But I keep that Glock 40 up on the dashboard\n  You never know who might try me\n  This is for the playas\n  Playa, play on\n  I can't hate you homie\n  Playa, play on\n  I can't hate you homie\n\n  Bourbons and 'Lacs, mansions and bitches, money and weed\n  A made life is all I dream\n  Paper chasin' for that green\n  I'm thuggin' on the scene, nigga\n  Whatcha don't believe? Well check the credentials, they'll tell ya\n  A nigga's livin' presidential\n  I'm on the level that you bustas will never feel\n  My daughter thought I'd get caught up in the game and get killed\n  But reverse that shit and hit the studio and make a mil\n  For real, I'm slangin' platinum shit until I'm old and ill\n  Lil' Gotti, I'm gonna make you feel what I say, I got time to parlay\n  Chill off in the bay, smoke some hay\n  I wouldn't have that shit no other way\n  The made life, the game tight\n  No Limit for life\n  This is for the Bourbons and the Cadillacs\n  With the tens and the twelves bumpin' in the back\n  This is for the players smokin' doolamac\n  With the Benz, makin' ends, I mean them paper stacks\n  This is for the Bourbons and the Cadillacs\n  With the tens and the twelves bumpin' in the back\n  This is for the players smokin' doolamac\n  With the Benz, makin' ends, I mean them paper stacks\n  Playa, play on\n  I can't hate you homie\n  Rollin' on chrome and candy\n"},{"id":11156616,"name":"Burbons and Lacs","trackName":"Burbons and Lacs","artistName":"Master P feat. Silkk the Shocker, Lil’ Gotti & Mo B. Dick","albumName":"Ghetto D","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This is for the Burbons and the cadillacs with the tens and the twelves bumpin in the back. This is for the playas, hustlas, pimps, and macks. With the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks. This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's\nWith the tens and twelves bumpin in the back.\nThis is for the players smokin doolamac.\nSlappin skins, makin dividends and riding strapped. Uhhhhhh) wood grain with the leather seats\nWindows so dark you need a flashlight to see me\nSmokin on that doshia, four niggas in the back screaming No Limit soldiers!\nTrue to the gizzame, stopped in the projects, sold a half an ounce of cocaine. Hit interstate ten, to Texas\nListening to DJ Screw just raised the Lexus. Called up Pimp C, did a song last week with my nigga Bun B. Twistin on some green spinach\nAnd niggas still trippin, I aint dead, I'm still in it. This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's\nWith the tens and twelves bumpin in the back. This is for the players, hustlas, pimps and macks\nWith the Benz makin ends and them paper stacks. See pockets full of dollars already stacked strong gangsta leaning sideways. Today aint Friday, ten it is and today is my day.\nTake it from mister high spoke rider.\nCadillac Suburban driver, pussy diver\nPush the glock inside when I'm riding. Flossing down the block, holla at my boys up in the third. Got the latest word, swerve to the side of the curb.\nA fiend that wanted me to serve him, I said bitch cant tell I'm off? But I still gave him five dollars to wipe my white walls. And then I burst up out the block, dropped the top cause it was hot. Hit the spot with the most hoes at the sideshow, abouts to plot. Spin donuts, you know I'm macking, a straight up nigga. Catch me spinnin, you can tell I was there cause I clocked smoke when I was finished. I seen five-O, and man he tried to sweat me.\nThinkin he'd be nice and all cause I gotta 185 in the hood and you know they can't catch me. And if you see me chilling you can stop me.\nBut i keep that glock, 40 up on the dashboard you never know who might not be.\nThis is for the playas. Playa, play on\nI can't hate you homie\nPlaya, play on\nI can't hate you homie. Burbans and Lacs, mansions and bitches, money and weed.\nA made life is all I dream, paper chasing for that green.\nI'm thugging on the scene, nigga\nWhatcha dont believe, well check the credents, they'll tell ya.\nA niggas living presidential, I'm on the level that you bustas will never feel.\nMy daughter thought I'd get caught up in the game and get killed.\nBut reverse that shit and hit the studio and make a mill.\nFor real, I'm slanging platinum shit until I'm old and ill.\nLil' Gotti, I'm gonna make you feel what I say, I got time to parlay.\nChill off in the bay, smoke some hay, I wouldn't have that shit no other way.\nThe made life, the game tight, No Limit for life. This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's\nWith the tens and twelves bumpin in the back.\nThis is for the players smokin doolamac.\nWith the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks.\nThis is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's\nWith the tens and twelves bumpin in the back.\nThis is for the players smokin doolamac.\nWith the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks.\nPlaya play on\nI can't hate you homie.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Burbons and Lacs\n  artist: Master P feat. Silkk the Shocker, Lil’ Gotti & Mo B. Dick\n  album: Ghetto D\n  duration_ms: 251000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  This is for the Burbons and the cadillacs with the tens and the twelves bumpin in the back. This is for the playas, hustlas, pimps, and macks. With the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks. This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's\n  With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back.\n  This is for the players smokin doolamac.\n  Slappin skins, makin dividends and riding strapped. Uhhhhhh) wood grain with the leather seats\n  Windows so dark you need a flashlight to see me\n  Smokin on that doshia, four niggas in the back screaming No Limit soldiers!\n  True to the gizzame, stopped in the projects, sold a half an ounce of cocaine. Hit interstate ten, to Texas\n  Listening to DJ Screw just raised the Lexus. Called up Pimp C, did a song last week with my nigga Bun B. Twistin on some green spinach\n  And niggas still trippin, I aint dead, I'm still in it. This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's\n  With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back. This is for the players, hustlas, pimps and macks\n  With the Benz makin ends and them paper stacks. See pockets full of dollars already stacked strong gangsta leaning sideways. Today aint Friday, ten it is and today is my day.\n  Take it from mister high spoke rider.\n  Cadillac Suburban driver, pussy diver\n  Push the glock inside when I'm riding. Flossing down the block, holla at my boys up in the third. Got the latest word, swerve to the side of the curb.\n  A fiend that wanted me to serve him, I said bitch cant tell I'm off? But I still gave him five dollars to wipe my white walls. And then I burst up out the block, dropped the top cause it was hot. Hit the spot with the most hoes at the sideshow, abouts to plot. Spin donuts, you know I'm macking, a straight up nigga. Catch me spinnin, you can tell I was there cause I clocked smoke when I was finished. I seen five-O, and man he tried to sweat me.\n  Thinkin he'd be nice and all cause I gotta 185 in the hood and you know they can't catch me. And if you see me chilling you can stop me.\n  But i keep that glock, 40 up on the dashboard you never know who might not be.\n  This is for the playas. 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