[{"id":3679257,"name":"City lights","trackName":"City lights","artistName":"Method Man & Redman","albumName":"Let's get dirty","duration":213.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm rollin' in my ride, my eyes real chinky\nHit 145, bout like 12 twinkies\nToday a good day, I know don't jinx it\nI will keep a smith, just like J Pinkett\nBaby without blinkin, I do it my way\nI shit on folks, the opposite of R.K\nI'm rude pardon me, I'm too hood doc\nOn your mind all the time, like new E.R.A\nWho am I\nThat nigga to fly\nMy mama gave birth on Continental Airlines\nI ain't lyin'\nI'm back boy, you hit the backboard\nI'm all swish make a memo on your blackboard\nThis class here nigga is for the underground\nUGK, Doc & Meth lockin the summer down\nAnd I ain't playin' games homie, so get it right\nCause I get Toed up under city lights, I I get Toed up under city lights\n\nYo, I dropped in 95, now I'm on 95\nSouth in the dirty been ridin' dirty since dirty died\nI guess you dirty my nigga, heard me I'm certified\nAnd when I ride I'm with Reggie Noble, New Jersey drive\nI make it happen homie, I take you back when I was wearin pony\nAnd the older niggas be snappin on me\nHow many rapper know me? I know a cash on\nFace is the game I take it, and Holy matrimony\nAnd now can't nothin hold me, I fucks with UGK\nSome dudes are more like Kobe, I'm more like [? ]\nYou either in it pimpin'or you just in the way\nI love this life that I'm livin', your shit can end today\nTwo things to know about me, I guess I neva change\nAnd keep this money like Southern Cali, it never rain\nSee, I ain't playin games with ya, so get it right\nAnd I get Toed up under city lights, I I get Toed up up on the city lights\n\nYeah, UGK 4 Life\nR.I.P. to da Pimp\nFor the king of the trill is up in this bitch\nDrop the top and I hit the switch\nYou see my leather seats tuck and stich\nTexas niggas, we gettin rich\nFuck a hater man, fuck a snitch\nG code nigga we don't love the po po\nNo more swag man, pass the do do\nWe keep it super tight like pants in SoHo?\nI'm bout my Doe hoe so don't play with my bread man\nI been tryin' to stop the violence nowadays so instead\nI'm popin' a truck and grabbin that chopper with an AK to your head\nI'd rather be layin up in tha bed with you baby and makin head\nYeah, my Cadillac cold candy painted drippin like burnin dick\nMy steerin' wheel is wood grain I grip it and turn it quick\nI'm ridin 4s both black and yellow stripes like a Steeler\nAnd as far as rims go, I'm a 84 wheeler\nA slab peller when I mash out in the cadi lean\nAnd back up on leather man I'm smoking on a fatty\nIt's UGK 4 Life if you ain't know you'd better get it right\n(Why?) I get Tore up under city lights, I I get tore up on the city lights","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: City lights\n  artist: Method Man & Redman\n  album: Let's get dirty\n  duration_ms: 213000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I'm rollin' in my ride, my eyes real chinky\n  Hit 145, bout like 12 twinkies\n  Today a good day, I know don't jinx it\n  I will keep a smith, just like J Pinkett\n  Baby without blinkin, I do it my way\n  I shit on folks, the opposite of R.K\n  I'm rude pardon me, I'm too hood doc\n  On your mind all the time, like new E.R.A\n  Who am I\n  That nigga to fly\n  My mama gave birth on Continental Airlines\n  I ain't lyin'\n  I'm back boy, you hit the backboard\n  I'm all swish make a memo on your blackboard\n  This class here nigga is for the underground\n  UGK, Doc & Meth lockin the summer down\n  And I ain't playin' games homie, so get it right\n  Cause I get Toed up under city lights, I I get Toed up under city lights\n\n  Yo, I dropped in 95, now I'm on 95\n  South in the dirty been ridin' dirty since dirty died\n  I guess you dirty my nigga, heard me I'm certified\n  And when I ride I'm with Reggie Noble, New Jersey drive\n  I make it happen homie, I take you back when I was wearin pony\n  And the older niggas be snappin on me\n  How many rapper know me? I know a cash on\n  Face is the game I take it, and Holy matrimony\n  And now can't nothin hold me, I fucks with UGK\n  Some dudes are more like Kobe, I'm more like [? ]\n  You either in it pimpin'or you just in the way\n  I love this life that I'm livin', your shit can end today\n  Two things to know about me, I guess I neva change\n  And keep this money like Southern Cali, it never rain\n  See, I ain't playin games with ya, so get it right\n  And I get Toed up under city lights, I I get Toed up up on the city lights\n\n  Yeah, UGK 4 Life\n  R.I.P. to da Pimp\n  For the king of the trill is up in this bitch\n  Drop the top and I hit the switch\n  You see my leather seats tuck and stich\n  Texas niggas, we gettin rich\n  Fuck a hater man, fuck a snitch\n  G code nigga we don't love the po po\n  No more swag man, pass the do do\n  We keep it super tight like pants in SoHo?\n  I'm bout my Doe hoe so don't play with my bread man\n  I been tryin' to stop the violence nowadays so instead\n  I'm popin' a truck and grabbin that chopper with an AK to your head\n  I'd rather be layin up in tha bed with you baby and makin head\n  Yeah, my Cadillac cold candy painted drippin like burnin dick\n  My steerin' wheel is wood grain I grip it and turn it quick\n  I'm ridin 4s both black and yellow stripes like a Steeler\n  And as far as rims go, I'm a 84 wheeler\n  A slab peller when I mash out in the cadi lean\n  And back up on leather man I'm smoking on a fatty\n  It's UGK 4 Life if you ain't know you'd better get it right\n  (Why?) I get Tore up under city lights, I I get tore up on the city lights\n"},{"id":18919824,"name":"City Lights","trackName":"City Lights","artistName":"Method Man & Redman","albumName":"Blackout! 2","duration":325.482112,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm rollin' in my ride, my eyes real chinky\nHit 145, bout like 12 twinkies\nToday a good day, I know don't jinx it\nI will keep a smith, just like J Pinkett\nBaby without blinkin, I do it my way\nI shit on folks, the opposite of R.K\nI'm rude pardon me, I'm too hood doc\nOn your mind all the time, like new E.R.A\nWho am I\nThat nigga to fly\nMy mama gave birth on Continental Airlines\nI ain't lyin'\nI'm back boy, you hit the backboard\nI'm all swish make a memo on your blackboard\nThis class here nigga is for the underground\nUGK, Doc & Meth lockin the summer down\nAnd I ain't playin' games homie, so get it right\nCause I get Toed up under city lights, I I get Toed up under city lights\n\nYo, I dropped in 95, now I'm on 95\nSouth in the dirty been ridin' dirty since dirty died\nI guess you dirty my nigga, heard me I'm certified\nAnd when I ride I'm with Reggie Noble, New Jersey drive\nI make it happen homie, I take you back when I was wearin pony\nAnd the older niggas be snappin on me\nHow many rapper know me? I know a cash on\nFace is the game I take it, and Holy matrimony\nAnd now can't nothin hold me, I fucks with UGK\nSome dudes are more like Kobe, I'm more like [? ]\nYou either in it pimpin'or you just in the way\nI love this life that I'm livin', your shit can end today\nTwo things to know about me, I guess I neva change\nAnd keep this money like Southern Cali, it never rain\nSee, I ain't playin games with ya, so get it right\nAnd I get Toed up under city lights, I I get Toed up up on the city lights\n\nYeah, UGK 4 Life\nR.I.P. to da Pimp\nFor the king of the trill is up in this bitch\nDrop the top and I hit the switch\nYou see my leather seats tuck and stich\nTexas niggas, we gettin rich\nFuck a hater man, fuck a snitch\nG code nigga we don't love the po po\nNo more swag man, pass the do do\nWe keep it super tight like pants in SoHo?\nI'm bout my Doe hoe so don't play with my bread man\nI been tryin' to stop the violence nowadays so instead\nI'm popin' a truck and grabbin that chopper with an AK to your head\nI'd rather be layin up in tha bed with you baby and makin head\nYeah, my Cadillac cold candy painted drippin like burnin dick\nMy steerin' wheel is wood grain I grip it and turn it quick\nI'm ridin 4s both black and yellow stripes like a Steeler\nAnd as far as rims go, I'm a 84 wheeler\nA slab peller when I mash out in the cadi lean\nAnd back up on leather man I'm smoking on a fatty\nIt's UGK 4 Life if you ain't know you'd better get it right\n(Why?) I get Tore up under city lights, I I get tore up on the city lights","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: City Lights\n  artist: Method Man & Redman\n  album: Blackout! 2\n  duration_ms: 325482\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I'm rollin' in my ride, my eyes real chinky\n  Hit 145, bout like 12 twinkies\n  Today a good day, I know don't jinx it\n  I will keep a smith, just like J Pinkett\n  Baby without blinkin, I do it my way\n  I shit on folks, the opposite of R.K\n  I'm rude pardon me, I'm too hood doc\n  On your mind all the time, like new E.R.A\n  Who am I\n  That nigga to fly\n  My mama gave birth on Continental Airlines\n  I ain't lyin'\n  I'm back boy, you hit the backboard\n  I'm all swish make a memo on your blackboard\n  This class here nigga is for the underground\n  UGK, Doc & Meth lockin the summer down\n  And I ain't playin' games homie, so get it right\n  Cause I get Toed up under city lights, I I get Toed up under city lights\n\n  Yo, I dropped in 95, now I'm on 95\n  South in the dirty been ridin' dirty since dirty died\n  I guess you dirty my nigga, heard me I'm certified\n  And when I ride I'm with Reggie Noble, New Jersey drive\n  I make it happen homie, I take you back when I was wearin pony\n  And the older niggas be snappin on me\n  How many rapper know me? I know a cash on\n  Face is the game I take it, and Holy matrimony\n  And now can't nothin hold me, I fucks with UGK\n  Some dudes are more like Kobe, I'm more like [? ]\n  You either in it pimpin'or you just in the way\n  I love this life that I'm livin', your shit can end today\n  Two things to know about me, I guess I neva change\n  And keep this money like Southern Cali, it never rain\n  See, I ain't playin games with ya, so get it right\n  And I get Toed up under city lights, I I get Toed up up on the city lights\n\n  Yeah, UGK 4 Life\n  R.I.P. to da Pimp\n  For the king of the trill is up in this bitch\n  Drop the top and I hit the switch\n  You see my leather seats tuck and stich\n  Texas niggas, we gettin rich\n  Fuck a hater man, fuck a snitch\n  G code nigga we don't love the po po\n  No more swag man, pass the do do\n  We keep it super tight like pants in SoHo?\n  I'm bout my Doe hoe so don't play with my bread man\n  I been tryin' to stop the violence nowadays so instead\n  I'm popin' a truck and grabbin that chopper with an AK to your head\n  I'd rather be layin up in tha bed with you baby and makin head\n  Yeah, my Cadillac cold candy painted drippin like burnin dick\n  My steerin' wheel is wood grain I grip it and turn it quick\n  I'm ridin 4s both black and yellow stripes like a Steeler\n  And as far as rims go, I'm a 84 wheeler\n  A slab peller when I mash out in the cadi lean\n  And back up on leather man I'm smoking on a fatty\n  It's UGK 4 Life if you ain't know you'd better get it right\n  (Why?) I get Tore up under city lights, I I get tore up on the city lights\n"},{"id":18948140,"name":"City Lights","trackName":"City Lights","artistName":"Method Man & Redman","albumName":"Blackout! 2","duration":303.046531,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm rollin' in my ride, my eyes real chinky\nHit 145, bout like 12 twinkies\nToday a good day, I know don't jinx it\nI will keep a smith, just like J Pinkett\nBaby without blinkin, I do it my way\nI shit on folks, the opposite of R.K\nI'm rude pardon me, I'm too hood doc\nOn your mind all the time, like new E.R.A\nWho am I\nThat nigga to fly\nMy mama gave birth on Continental Airlines\nI ain't lyin'\nI'm back boy, you hit the backboard\nI'm all swish make a memo on your blackboard\nThis class here nigga is for the underground\nUGK, Doc & Meth lockin the summer down\nAnd I ain't playin' games homie, so get it right\nCause I get Toed up under city lights, I I get Toed up under city lights\n\nYo, I dropped in 95, now I'm on 95\nSouth in the dirty been ridin' dirty since dirty died\nI guess you dirty my nigga, heard me I'm certified\nAnd when I ride I'm with Reggie Noble, New Jersey drive\nI make it happen homie, I take you back when I was wearin pony\nAnd the older niggas be snappin on me\nHow many rapper know me? I know a cash on\nFace is the game I take it, and Holy matrimony\nAnd now can't nothin hold me, I fucks with UGK\nSome dudes are more like Kobe, I'm more like [? ]\nYou either in it pimpin'or you just in the way\nI love this life that I'm livin', your shit can end today\nTwo things to know about me, I guess I neva change\nAnd keep this money like Southern Cali, it never rain\nSee, I ain't playin games with ya, so get it right\nAnd I get Toed up under city lights, I I get Toed up up on the city lights\n\nYeah, UGK 4 Life\nR.I.P. to da Pimp\nFor the king of the trill is up in this bitch\nDrop the top and I hit the switch\nYou see my leather seats tuck and stich\nTexas niggas, we gettin rich\nFuck a hater man, fuck a snitch\nG code nigga we don't love the po po\nNo more swag man, pass the do do\nWe keep it super tight like pants in SoHo?\nI'm bout my Doe hoe so don't play with my bread man\nI been tryin' to stop the violence nowadays so instead\nI'm popin' a truck and grabbin that chopper with an AK to your head\nI'd rather be layin up in tha bed with you baby and makin head\nYeah, my Cadillac cold candy painted drippin like burnin dick\nMy steerin' wheel is wood grain I grip it and turn it quick\nI'm ridin 4s both black and yellow stripes like a Steeler\nAnd as far as rims go, I'm a 84 wheeler\nA slab peller when I mash out in the cadi lean\nAnd back up on leather man I'm smoking on a fatty\nIt's UGK 4 Life if you ain't know you'd better get it right\n(Why?) I get Tore up under city lights, I I get tore up on the city lights","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: City Lights\n  artist: Method Man & Redman\n  album: Blackout! 2\n  duration_ms: 303047\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I'm rollin' in my ride, my eyes real chinky\n  Hit 145, bout like 12 twinkies\n  Today a good day, I know don't jinx it\n  I will keep a smith, just like J Pinkett\n  Baby without blinkin, I do it my way\n  I shit on folks, the opposite of R.K\n  I'm rude pardon me, I'm too hood doc\n  On your mind all the time, like new E.R.A\n  Who am I\n  That nigga to fly\n  My mama gave birth on Continental Airlines\n  I ain't lyin'\n  I'm back boy, you hit the backboard\n  I'm all swish make a memo on your blackboard\n  This class here nigga is for the underground\n  UGK, Doc & Meth lockin the summer down\n  And I ain't playin' games homie, so get it right\n  Cause I get Toed up under city lights, I I get Toed up under city lights\n\n  Yo, I dropped in 95, now I'm on 95\n  South in the dirty been ridin' dirty since dirty died\n  I guess you dirty my nigga, heard me I'm certified\n  And when I ride I'm with Reggie Noble, New Jersey drive\n  I make it happen homie, I take you back when I was wearin pony\n  And the older niggas be snappin on me\n  How many rapper know me? I know a cash on\n  Face is the game I take it, and Holy matrimony\n  And now can't nothin hold me, I fucks with UGK\n  Some dudes are more like Kobe, I'm more like [? ]\n  You either in it pimpin'or you just in the way\n  I love this life that I'm livin', your shit can end today\n  Two things to know about me, I guess I neva change\n  And keep this money like Southern Cali, it never rain\n  See, I ain't playin games with ya, so get it right\n  And I get Toed up under city lights, I I get Toed up up on the city lights\n\n  Yeah, UGK 4 Life\n  R.I.P. to da Pimp\n  For the king of the trill is up in this bitch\n  Drop the top and I hit the switch\n  You see my leather seats tuck and stich\n  Texas niggas, we gettin rich\n  Fuck a hater man, fuck a snitch\n  G code nigga we don't love the po po\n  No more swag man, pass the do do\n  We keep it super tight like pants in SoHo?\n  I'm bout my Doe hoe so don't play with my bread man\n  I been tryin' to stop the violence nowadays so instead\n  I'm popin' a truck and grabbin that chopper with an AK to your head\n  I'd rather be layin up in tha bed with you baby and makin head\n  Yeah, my Cadillac cold candy painted drippin like burnin dick\n  My steerin' wheel is wood grain I grip it and turn it quick\n  I'm ridin 4s both black and yellow stripes like a Steeler\n  And as far as rims go, I'm a 84 wheeler\n  A slab peller when I mash out in the cadi lean\n  And back up on leather man I'm smoking on a fatty\n  It's UGK 4 Life if you ain't know you'd better get it right\n  (Why?) I get Tore up under city lights, I I get tore up on the city lights\n"},{"id":28471631,"name":"City Lights","trackName":"City Lights","artistName":"Method Man & Redman","albumName":"Blackout! 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I know a cash on\nFace is the game I take it, and Holy matrimony\nAnd now can't nothin hold me, I fucks with UGK\nSome dudes are more like Kobe, I'm more like [? ]\nYou either in it pimpin'or you just in the way\nI love this life that I'm livin', your shit can end today\nTwo things to know about me, I guess I neva change\nAnd keep this money like Southern Cali, it never rain\nSee, I ain't playin games with ya, so get it right\nAnd I get Toed up under city lights, I I get Toed up up on the city lights\n\nYeah, UGK 4 Life\nR.I.P. to da Pimp\nFor the king of the trill is up in this bitch\nDrop the top and I hit the switch\nYou see my leather seats tuck and stich\nTexas niggas, we gettin rich\nFuck a hater man, fuck a snitch\nG code nigga we don't love the po po\nNo more swag man, pass the do do\nWe keep it super tight like pants in SoHo?\nI'm bout my Doe hoe so don't play with my bread man\nI been tryin' to stop the violence nowadays so instead\nI'm popin' a truck and grabbin that chopper with an AK to your head\nI'd rather be layin up in tha bed with you baby and makin head\nYeah, my Cadillac cold candy painted drippin like burnin dick\nMy steerin' wheel is wood grain I grip it and turn it quick\nI'm ridin 4s both black and yellow stripes like a Steeler\nAnd as far as rims go, I'm a 84 wheeler\nA slab peller when I mash out in the cadi lean\nAnd back up on leather man I'm smoking on a fatty\nIt's UGK 4 Life if you ain't know you'd better get it right\n(Why?) I get Tore up under city lights, I I get tore up on the city lights","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: City Lights\n  artist: Method Man & Redman\n  album: Blackout! 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I know a cash on\n  Face is the game I take it, and Holy matrimony\n  And now can't nothin hold me, I fucks with UGK\n  Some dudes are more like Kobe, I'm more like [? ]\n  You either in it pimpin'or you just in the way\n  I love this life that I'm livin', your shit can end today\n  Two things to know about me, I guess I neva change\n  And keep this money like Southern Cali, it never rain\n  See, I ain't playin games with ya, so get it right\n  And I get Toed up under city lights, I I get Toed up up on the city lights\n\n  Yeah, UGK 4 Life\n  R.I.P. to da Pimp\n  For the king of the trill is up in this bitch\n  Drop the top and I hit the switch\n  You see my leather seats tuck and stich\n  Texas niggas, we gettin rich\n  Fuck a hater man, fuck a snitch\n  G code nigga we don't love the po po\n  No more swag man, pass the do do\n  We keep it super tight like pants in SoHo?\n  I'm bout my Doe hoe so don't play with my bread man\n  I been tryin' to stop the violence nowadays so instead\n  I'm popin' a truck and grabbin that chopper with an AK to your head\n  I'd rather be layin up in tha bed with you baby and makin head\n  Yeah, my Cadillac cold candy painted drippin like burnin dick\n  My steerin' wheel is wood grain I grip it and turn it quick\n  I'm ridin 4s both black and yellow stripes like a Steeler\n  And as far as rims go, I'm a 84 wheeler\n  A slab peller when I mash out in the cadi lean\n  And back up on leather man I'm smoking on a fatty\n  It's UGK 4 Life if you ain't know you'd better get it right\n  (Why?) 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That nigga too fly\nMy mama gave birth on Continental Airlines\nI ain't lyin', I'm back, boy, you hit the backboard\nI'm all swish, make a memo on your blackboard\n\nThis class here, nigga, is for the underground\nUGK, Doc and Meth, lockin' the summer down\nAnd I ain't playin' games, homey, so get it right\n'Cause I 'get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I tore up under city lights\n\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\nYo, yo, I dropped to 95, now I'm on 95\nSouth and the dirty been ridin' dirty since Dirty died\nI gets it early, my nigga, heard me, I'm certified\nAnd when I ride, I'm with Reggie Noble, New Jersey Drive\n\nI make it happen, homey, I take you back when I was wearin' ponies\nAnd them older niggas was snappin' on me\nHow many rappers know me? I know what cash own\nFace it, this game I take it in holy matrimony\n\nAnd now can't nothin' hold me, I fucks with UGK\nSome dudes is more like Kobe, I'm more like Rudy Ray\nYou either in it pimpin' or you just in the way\nI love this life that I'm livin', your shit can end today\n\nTwo things to know about me, I guess, I'll never change\nAnd keep this money like Southern Cali, and never rain\nAnd I ain't playin' games wit ya, so get it right\nAnd I get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\nFor the king of the trill is up in this bitch\nHe dropped the top but I get the switch\nYou see my level, he's tucked the stitch\nTexas, nigga, we getting rich\n\nFuck a hater, man, fuck a snitch\nG-Code nigga, we don't love the po-po\nNo more swag, now pass the dough, dough\nWe keep it super tight like pants in SoHo\n\nI'm 'bout my dough, hoe, so don't play with my bread\nMan, I be tryin' to stop the violence nowadays so it's dead\nI'm poppin' that trunk and grabbin' that chopper\nPuttin' that K to ya head\nI'd rather be layin' up in the bed with your baby and me gettin' head\n\nYeah, my Cadillac car is candy painted, drippin' like Bernadette\nMy steerin' wheel is woodgrain, I grip it and turn it quick\nI'm ridin' bowls, black with yellow stripes, like a Steeler\nAnd as far as the rims go, I'm an '84 dealer\n\nA slam peeler when I mash out in the Caddy\nLean it back up on the leather, man, and smokin' on a fatty\nThis UGK for life, if you ain't know you better get it right\nWhy? I get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\nUGK, Redman, Method Man in the fuckin' building, bitch\nThis is DJ Say What, comin' to you live from WKYA radio\nIt's about 95 degrees outside\nSo I know a lot of ass and toes are showin'\n\nBut right about now you're checkin' out\nThe new Red and Meth album\nThis is BO2, bitch","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.46] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[00:05.04] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[00:08.89] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[00:12.09] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[00:15.33] Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n[00:18.70] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[00:22.16] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[00:25.69] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[00:29.07] Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n[00:32.09] Yo, I'm rollin' in my ride, my eyes real chinky\n[00:35.94] Hit 145, buy like 12 twinkies\n[00:39.50] Today a good day, I know, don't jinx it\n[00:42.81] I 'Will' keep a 'Smith', just like Jada Pinkett\n[00:46.39] Baby, without blinkin', I do it my way\n[00:50.01] I shit on folks, the opposite of R K\n[00:53.32] I'm rude, pardon me, I'm too hood\n[00:56.10] Doc on your mind all the time, like New E.R.A.\n[01:00.03] Who am I? That nigga too fly\n[01:03.05] My mama gave birth on Continental Airlines\n[01:06.20] I ain't lyin', I'm back, boy, you hit the backboard\n[01:10.22] I'm all swish, make a memo on your blackboard\n[01:13.92] This class here, nigga, is for the underground\n[01:17.25] UGK, Doc and Meth, lockin' the summer down\n[01:20.62] And I ain't playin' games, homey, so get it right\n[01:23.96] 'Cause I 'get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n[01:27.40] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:30.79] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:34.15] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:37.68] Tore up under city lights, I tore up under city lights\n[01:41.29] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:44.45] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:47.84] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:51.24] Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n[01:54.34] Yo, yo, I dropped to 95, now I'm on 95\n[01:58.34] South and the dirty been ridin' dirty since Dirty died\n[02:01.58] I gets it early, my nigga, heard me, I'm certified\n[02:05.04] And when I ride, I'm with Reggie Noble, New Jersey Drive\n[02:08.51] I make it happen, homey, I take you back when I was wearin' ponies\n[02:12.77] And them older niggas was snappin' on me\n[02:15.52] How many rappers know me? I know what cash own\n[02:19.02] Face it, this game I take it in holy matrimony\n[02:22.45] And now can't nothin' hold me, I fucks with UGK\n[02:25.86] Some dudes is more like Kobe, I'm more like Rudy Ray\n[02:29.17] You either in it pimpin' or you just in the way\n[02:32.59] I love this life that I'm livin', your shit can end today\n[02:35.88] Two things to know about me, I guess, I'll never change\n[02:39.52] And keep this money like Southern Cali, and never rain\n[02:42.92] And I ain't playin' games wit ya, so get it right\n[02:46.28] And I get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n[02:49.88] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[02:53.00] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[02:56.70] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[02:59.96] Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n[03:03.43] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[03:07.06] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[03:10.22] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[03:13.65] Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n[03:16.95] For the king of the trill is up in this bitch\n[03:18.68] He dropped the top but I get the switch\n[03:20.47] You see my level, he's tucked the stitch\n[03:22.16] Texas, nigga, we getting rich\n[03:23.87] Fuck a hater, man, fuck a snitch\n[03:25.66] G-Code nigga, we don't love the po-po\n[03:27.32] No more swag, now pass the dough, dough\n[03:29.11] We keep it super tight like pants in SoHo\n[03:30.75] I'm 'bout my dough, hoe, so don't play with my bread\n[03:33.44] Man, I be tryin' to stop the violence nowadays so it's dead\n[03:36.98] I'm poppin' that trunk and grabbin' that chopper\n[03:38.85] Puttin' that K to ya head\n[03:40.49] I'd rather be layin' up in the bed with your baby and me gettin' head\n[03:43.82] Yeah, my Cadillac car is candy painted, drippin' like Bernadette\n[03:48.08] My steerin' wheel is woodgrain, I grip it and turn it quick\n[03:51.43] I'm ridin' bowls, black with yellow stripes, like a Steeler\n[03:54.88] And as far as the rims go, I'm an '84 dealer\n[03:58.25] A slam peeler when I mash out in the Caddy\n[04:01.43] Lean it back up on the leather, man, and smokin' on a fatty\n[04:04.87] This UGK for life, if you ain't know you better get it right\n[04:08.57] Why? I get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n[04:12.15] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[04:15.36] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[04:18.96] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[04:22.06] Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n[04:25.76] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[04:28.92] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[04:32.59] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[04:35.83] Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n[04:41.15] UGK, Redman, Method Man in the fuckin' building, bitch\n[04:45.34] This is DJ Say What, comin' to you live from WKYA radio\n[04:50.89] It's about 95 degrees outside\n[04:53.13] So I know a lot of ass and toes are showin'\n[04:56.32] But right about now you're checkin' out\n[04:58.54] The new Red and Meth album\n[04:59.90] This is BO2, bitch\n[05:02.18] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: City Lights (feat. 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That nigga too fly\n  My mama gave birth on Continental Airlines\n  I ain't lyin', I'm back, boy, you hit the backboard\n  I'm all swish, make a memo on your blackboard\n\n  This class here, nigga, is for the underground\n  UGK, Doc and Meth, lockin' the summer down\n  And I ain't playin' games, homey, so get it right\n  'Cause I 'get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I tore up under city lights\n\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\n  Yo, yo, I dropped to 95, now I'm on 95\n  South and the dirty been ridin' dirty since Dirty died\n  I gets it early, my nigga, heard me, I'm certified\n  And when I ride, I'm with Reggie Noble, New Jersey Drive\n\n  I make it happen, homey, I take you back when I was wearin' ponies\n  And them older niggas was snappin' on me\n  How many rappers know me? 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That nigga too fly\n  My mama gave birth on Continental Airlines\n  I ain't lyin', I'm back, boy, you hit the backboard\n  I'm all swish, make a memo on your blackboard\n\n  This class here, nigga, is for the underground\n  UGK, Doc and Meth, lockin' the summer down\n  And I ain't playin' games, homey, so get it right\n  'Cause I 'get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I tore up under city lights\n\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\n  Yo, yo, I dropped to 95, now I'm on 95\n  South and the dirty been ridin' dirty since Dirty died\n  I gets it early, my nigga, heard me, I'm certified\n  And when I ride, I'm with Reggie Noble, New Jersey Drive\n\n  I make it happen, homey, I take you back when I was wearin' ponies\n  And them older niggas was snappin' on me\n  How many rappers know me? I know what cash own\n  Face it, this game I take it in holy matrimony\n\n  And now can't nothin' hold me, I fucks with UGK\n  Some dudes is more like Kobe, I'm more like Rudy Ray\n  You either in it pimpin' or you just in the way\n  I love this life that I'm livin', your shit can end today\n\n  Two things to know about me, I guess, I'll never change\n  And keep this money like Southern Cali, and never rain\n  And I ain't playin' games wit ya, so get it right\n  And I get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\n  For the king of the trill is up in this bitch\n  He dropped the top but I get the switch\n  You see my level, he's tucked the stitch\n  Texas, nigga, we getting rich\n\n  Fuck a hater, man, fuck a snitch\n  G-Code nigga, we don't love the po-po\n  No more swag, now pass the dough, dough\n  We keep it super tight like pants in SoHo\n\n  I'm 'bout my dough, hoe, so don't play with my bread\n  Man, I be tryin' to stop the violence nowadays so it's dead\n  I'm poppin' that trunk and grabbin' that chopper\n  Puttin' that K to ya head\n  I'd rather be layin' up in the bed with your baby and me gettin' head\n\n  Yeah, my Cadillac car is candy painted, drippin' like Bernadette\n  My steerin' wheel is woodgrain, I grip it and turn it quick\n  I'm ridin' bowls, black with yellow stripes, like a Steeler\n  And as far as the rims go, I'm an '84 dealer\n\n  A slam peeler when I mash out in the Caddy\n  Lean it back up on the leather, man, and smokin' on a fatty\n  This UGK for life, if you ain't know you better get it right\n  Why? I get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\n  UGK, Redman, Method Man in the fuckin' building, bitch\n  This is DJ Say What, comin' to you live from WKYA radio\n  It's about 95 degrees outside\n  So I know a lot of ass and toes are showin'\n\n  But right about now you're checkin' out\n  The new Red and Meth album\n  This is BO2, bitch\n"},{"id":38653223,"name":"A-Yo (Instrumental)","trackName":"A-Yo (Instrumental)","artistName":"Method Man & Redman","albumName":"A-Yo/City Lights (Single)","duration":223.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nCheck it out, yo\n\nI be like, \"Yiggy, yes, y'all\", doctor on call\nI'll rock 'til my name in graffiti on the wall\nGot flow like the rappers in Great George\nGot weed? I got blunt, my name Jamal\nI pause, flick the ash from my L\n\nI pause like Run and Jason Mizell\nThe MC is me, host for the night\nPapa Doc, only thing I don't choke on the mic\nI choke a bitch out if my gwap ain't correct\nThen with my giant Hancock, I'll get the cheque\nI love trucks but drop-tops is the best\n\nFrom the Beemers, Benz, now Rolex, watch me\nShe like, \"Red so cool\"\nAny nigga after me, it's a déjà vu\nDoc stay in the paint like A.I. shoes\nJust watch how a one tonner made a move, dig it\n\nHop in my truck and roll up the window\nA-yo, you know what you in for\nOnce we turn the corner, light up the endo\nA-yo, a-yo, a-yo\nYes, she with me gettin' low like a limbo\nRoll with Gs, I'ma show you how to get dough\nThird degree, let it burn with my kinfolk\nA-yo, a-yo, a-yo\n\nWho these corner store rappers slingin' cracks in my hall?\nMama's in the kitchen cookin' cat, rat and dog\nMe, I want a little somethin', y'all could have it all\nI tryna walk before I crawl and move this package in my draw\n\nThat's why I push the pedal to the motherfuckin' floor\nWith ten per cent method, don't you flush off the poor\nAnd still, I keep it funky like four plus one more\nGet this money like, \"In God we trust\", trust your boy\nIt's a given, livin' this life like it was written\nEspecially for me, I'm what the recipe is missin'\n\nBlow my piff in the air, key the ignition\nThen get to lane switchin', pluckin' ashes off the clip and\nMammy wanna ride and play the Bonnie to my Clyde\nIf anybody try to 'Kill Bill', it'll probably be the bride\nLike all jokes aside, I'm serious with mine\nAnd now I'm on this grind like Method Man in his prime\n\nHop in my truck and roll up the window\nA-yo, you know what you in for\nOnce we turn the corner, light up the endo\nA-yo, a-yo, a-yo\nYes, she with me gettin' low like a limbo\nRoll with Gs, I'ma show you how to get dough\nThird degree, let it burn with my kinfolk\nA-yo, a-yo, a-yo\n\nYo, I got my swagger on and I feel great\nFunk Doc be in the hood like Enfamil cases\nI network on MySpace real late\nHopin' my album make me another Bill Gates\nAround my crib, look how I live\nI'm a slob but Crip niggas say I get biz\nAnywhere I did a show women sayin'\nThat I'm so amazin'\n\nYeah, another mic, another night and the day's end\nAnother heist, another kite in the state pen\nMy state business, shit, y'all dudes just break wind\nNew York nigga, either you're made mice or made men\nI do the dirt that keep my hand on the work\nI got the other hand up Mona Lisa's skirt\nMy aim was since day one's dock\nHow many shots will it take to make son drop?\n\nHop in my truck and roll up the window\nA-yo, you know what you in for\nOnce we turn the corner, light up the endo\nA-yo, a-yo, a-yo\nYes, she with me gettin' low like a limbo\nRoll with Gs, I'ma show you how to get dough\nThird degree, let it burn with my kinfolk\nA-yo, a-yo, a-yo\n\nHey, hey, hey, hey, hey\nHey, hey, hey, hey, hey (red and Meth in the building, bitch)\nHey, hey, hey, hey, hey","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.10] Yeah\n[00:07.63] Check it out, yo\n[00:09.10] I be like, \"Yiggy, yes, y'all\", doctor on call\n[00:11.82] I'll rock 'til my name in graffiti on the wall\n[00:14.63] Got flow like the rappers in Great George\n[00:17.25] Got weed? 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That nigga too fly\nMy mama gave birth on Continental Airlines\nI ain't lyin', I'm back, boy, you hit the backboard\nI'm all swish, make a memo on your blackboard\n\nThis class here, nigga, is for the underground\nUGK, Doc and Meth, lockin' the summer down\nAnd I ain't playin' games, homey, so get it right\n'Cause I 'get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I tore up under city lights\n\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\nYo, yo, I dropped to 95, now I'm on 95\nSouth and the dirty been ridin' dirty since Dirty died\nI gets it early, my nigga, heard me, I'm certified\nAnd when I ride, I'm with Reggie Noble, New Jersey Drive\n\nI make it happen, homey, I take you back when I was wearin' ponies\nAnd them older niggas was snappin' on me\nHow many rappers know me? I know what cash own\nFace it, this game I take it in holy matrimony\n\nAnd now can't nothin' hold me, I fucks with UGK\nSome dudes is more like Kobe, I'm more like Rudy Ray\nYou either in it pimpin' or you just in the way\nI love this life that I'm livin', your shit can end today\n\nTwo things to know about me, I guess, I'll never change\nAnd keep this money like Southern Cali, and never rain\nAnd I ain't playin' games wit ya, so get it right\nAnd I get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\nFor the king of the trill is up in this bitch\nHe dropped the top but I get the switch\nYou see my level, he's tucked the stitch\nTexas, nigga, we getting rich\n\nFuck a hater, man, fuck a snitch\nG-Code nigga, we don't love the po-po\nNo more swag, now pass the dough, dough\nWe keep it super tight like pants in SoHo\n\nI'm 'bout my dough, hoe, so don't play with my bread\nMan, I be tryin' to stop the violence nowadays so it's dead\nI'm poppin' that trunk and grabbin' that chopper\nPuttin' that K to ya head\nI'd rather be layin' up in the bed with your baby and me gettin' head\n\nYeah, my Cadillac car is candy painted, drippin' like Bernadette\nMy steerin' wheel is woodgrain, I grip it and turn it quick\nI'm ridin' bowls, black with yellow stripes, like a Steeler\nAnd as far as the rims go, I'm an '84 dealer\n\nA slam peeler when I mash out in the Caddy\nLean it back up on the leather, man, and smokin' on a fatty\nThis UGK for life, if you ain't know you better get it right\nWhy? I get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\nUGK, Redman, Method Man in the fuckin' building, bitch\nThis is DJ Say What, comin' to you live from WKYA radio\nIt's about 95 degrees outside\nSo I know a lot of ass and toes are showin'\n\nBut right about now you're checkin' out\nThe new Red and Meth album\nThis is BO2, bitch","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.46] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[00:05.04] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[00:08.89] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[00:12.09] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[00:15.33] Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n[00:18.70] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[00:22.16] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[00:25.69] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[00:29.07] Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n[00:32.09] Yo, I'm rollin' in my ride, my eyes real chinky\n[00:35.94] Hit 145, buy like 12 twinkies\n[00:39.50] Today a good day, I know, don't jinx it\n[00:42.81] I 'Will' keep a 'Smith', just like Jada Pinkett\n[00:46.39] Baby, without blinkin', I do it my way\n[00:50.01] I shit on folks, the opposite of R K\n[00:53.32] I'm rude, pardon me, I'm too hood\n[00:56.10] Doc on your mind all the time, like New E.R.A.\n[01:00.03] Who am I? That nigga too fly\n[01:03.05] My mama gave birth on Continental Airlines\n[01:06.20] I ain't lyin', I'm back, boy, you hit the backboard\n[01:10.22] I'm all swish, make a memo on your blackboard\n[01:13.92] This class here, nigga, is for the underground\n[01:17.25] UGK, Doc and Meth, lockin' the summer down\n[01:20.62] And I ain't playin' games, homey, so get it right\n[01:23.96] 'Cause I 'get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n[01:27.40] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:30.79] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:34.15] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:37.68] Tore up under city lights, I tore up under city lights\n[01:41.29] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:44.45] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:47.84] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:51.24] Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n[01:54.34] Yo, yo, I dropped to 95, now I'm on 95\n[01:58.34] South and the dirty been ridin' dirty since Dirty died\n[02:01.58] I gets it early, my nigga, heard me, I'm certified\n[02:05.04] And when I ride, I'm with Reggie Noble, New Jersey Drive\n[02:08.51] I make it happen, homey, I take you back when I was wearin' ponies\n[02:12.77] And them older niggas was snappin' on me\n[02:15.52] How many rappers know me? I know what cash own\n[02:19.02] Face it, this game I take it in holy matrimony\n[02:22.45] And now can't nothin' hold me, I fucks with UGK\n[02:25.86] Some dudes is more like Kobe, I'm more like Rudy Ray\n[02:29.17] You either in it pimpin' or you just in the way\n[02:32.59] I love this life that I'm livin', your shit can end today\n[02:35.88] Two things to know about me, I guess, I'll never change\n[02:39.52] And keep this money like Southern Cali, and never rain\n[02:42.92] And I ain't playin' games wit ya, so get it right\n[02:46.28] And I get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n[02:49.88] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[02:53.00] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[02:56.70] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[02:59.96] Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n[03:03.43] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[03:07.06] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[03:10.22] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[03:13.65] Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n[03:16.95] For the king of the trill is up in this bitch\n[03:18.68] He dropped the top but I get the switch\n[03:20.47] You see my level, he's tucked the stitch\n[03:22.16] Texas, nigga, we getting rich\n[03:23.87] Fuck a hater, man, fuck a snitch\n[03:25.66] G-Code nigga, we don't love the po-po\n[03:27.32] No more swag, now pass the dough, dough\n[03:29.11] We keep it super tight like pants in SoHo\n[03:30.75] I'm 'bout my dough, hoe, so don't play with my bread\n[03:33.44] Man, I be tryin' to stop the violence nowadays so it's dead\n[03:36.98] I'm poppin' that trunk and grabbin' that chopper\n[03:38.85] Puttin' that K to ya head\n[03:40.49] I'd rather be layin' up in the bed with your baby and me gettin' head\n[03:43.82] Yeah, my Cadillac car is candy painted, drippin' like Bernadette\n[03:48.08] My steerin' wheel is woodgrain, I grip it and turn it quick\n[03:51.43] I'm ridin' bowls, black with yellow stripes, like a Steeler\n[03:54.88] And as far as the rims go, I'm an '84 dealer\n[03:58.25] A slam peeler when I mash out in the Caddy\n[04:01.43] Lean it back up on the leather, man, and smokin' on a fatty\n[04:04.87] This UGK for life, if you ain't know you better get it right\n[04:08.57] Why? 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That nigga too fly\n  My mama gave birth on Continental Airlines\n  I ain't lyin', I'm back, boy, you hit the backboard\n  I'm all swish, make a memo on your blackboard\n\n  This class here, nigga, is for the underground\n  UGK, Doc and Meth, lockin' the summer down\n  And I ain't playin' games, homey, so get it right\n  'Cause I 'get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I tore up under city lights\n\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\n  Yo, yo, I dropped to 95, now I'm on 95\n  South and the dirty been ridin' dirty since Dirty died\n  I gets it early, my nigga, heard me, I'm certified\n  And when I ride, I'm with Reggie Noble, New Jersey Drive\n\n  I make it happen, homey, I take you back when I was wearin' ponies\n  And them older niggas was snappin' on me\n  How many rappers know me? 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That nigga too fly\nMy mama gave birth on Continental Airlines\nI ain't lyin', I'm back, boy, you hit the backboard\nI'm all swish, make a memo on your blackboard\n\nThis class here, nigga, is for the underground\nUGK, Doc and Meth, lockin' the summer down\nAnd I ain't playin' games, homey, so get it right\n'Cause I 'get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I tore up under city lights\n\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\nYo, yo, I dropped to 95, now I'm on 95\nSouth and the dirty been ridin' dirty since Dirty died\nI gets it early, my nigga, heard me, I'm certified\nAnd when I ride, I'm with Reggie Noble, New Jersey Drive\n\nI make it happen, homey, I take you back when I was wearin' ponies\nAnd them older niggas was snappin' on me\nHow many rappers know me? I know what cash own\nFace it, this game I take it in holy matrimony\n\nAnd now can't nothin' hold me, I fucks with UGK\nSome dudes is more like Kobe, I'm more like Rudy Ray\nYou either in it pimpin' or you just in the way\nI love this life that I'm livin', your shit can end today\n\nTwo things to know about me, I guess, I'll never change\nAnd keep this money like Southern Cali, and never rain\nAnd I ain't playin' games wit ya, so get it right\nAnd I get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\nFor the king of the trill is up in this bitch\nHe dropped the top but I get the switch\nYou see my level, he's tucked the stitch\nTexas, nigga, we getting rich\n\nFuck a hater, man, fuck a snitch\nG-Code nigga, we don't love the po-po\nNo more swag, now pass the dough, dough\nWe keep it super tight like pants in SoHo\n\nI'm 'bout my dough, hoe, so don't play with my bread\nMan, I be tryin' to stop the violence nowadays so it's dead\nI'm poppin' that trunk and grabbin' that chopper\nPuttin' that K to ya head\nI'd rather be layin' up in the bed with your baby and me gettin' head\n\nYeah, my Cadillac car is candy painted, drippin' like Bernadette\nMy steerin' wheel is woodgrain, I grip it and turn it quick\nI'm ridin' bowls, black with yellow stripes, like a Steeler\nAnd as far as the rims go, I'm an '84 dealer\n\nA slam peeler when I mash out in the Caddy\nLean it back up on the leather, man, and smokin' on a fatty\nThis UGK for life, if you ain't know you better get it right\nWhy? I get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\nUGK, Redman, Method Man in the fuckin' building, bitch\nThis is DJ Say What, comin' to you live from WKYA radio\nIt's about 95 degrees outside\nSo I know a lot of ass and toes are showin'\n\nBut right about now you're checkin' out\nThe new Red and Meth album\nThis is BO2, bitch","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.46] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[00:05.04] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[00:08.89] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[00:12.09] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[00:15.33] Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n[00:18.70] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[00:22.16] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[00:25.69] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[00:29.07] Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n[00:32.09] Yo, I'm rollin' in my ride, my eyes real chinky\n[00:35.94] Hit 145, buy like 12 twinkies\n[00:39.50] Today a good day, I know, don't jinx it\n[00:42.81] I 'Will' keep a 'Smith', just like Jada Pinkett\n[00:46.39] Baby, without blinkin', I do it my way\n[00:50.01] I shit on folks, the opposite of R K\n[00:53.32] I'm rude, pardon me, I'm too hood\n[00:56.10] Doc on your mind all the time, like New E.R.A.\n[01:00.03] Who am I? That nigga too fly\n[01:03.05] My mama gave birth on Continental Airlines\n[01:06.20] I ain't lyin', I'm back, boy, you hit the backboard\n[01:10.22] I'm all swish, make a memo on your blackboard\n[01:13.92] This class here, nigga, is for the underground\n[01:17.25] UGK, Doc and Meth, lockin' the summer down\n[01:20.62] And I ain't playin' games, homey, so get it right\n[01:23.96] 'Cause I 'get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n[01:27.40] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:30.79] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:34.15] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:37.68] Tore up under city lights, I tore up under city lights\n[01:41.29] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:44.45] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:47.84] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:51.24] Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n[01:54.34] Yo, yo, I dropped to 95, now I'm on 95\n[01:58.34] South and the dirty been ridin' dirty since Dirty died\n[02:01.58] I gets it early, my nigga, heard me, I'm certified\n[02:05.04] And when I ride, I'm with Reggie Noble, New Jersey Drive\n[02:08.51] I make it happen, homey, I take you back when I was wearin' ponies\n[02:12.77] And them older niggas was snappin' on me\n[02:15.52] How many rappers know me? I know what cash own\n[02:19.02] Face it, this game I take it in holy matrimony\n[02:22.45] And now can't nothin' hold me, I fucks with UGK\n[02:25.86] Some dudes is more like Kobe, I'm more like Rudy Ray\n[02:29.17] You either in it pimpin' or you just in the way\n[02:32.59] I love this life that I'm livin', your shit can end today\n[02:35.88] Two things to know about me, I guess, I'll never change\n[02:39.52] And keep this money like Southern Cali, and never rain\n[02:42.92] And I ain't playin' games wit ya, so get it right\n[02:46.28] And I get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n[02:49.88] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[02:53.00] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[02:56.70] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[02:59.96] Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n[03:03.43] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[03:07.06] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[03:10.22] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[03:13.65] Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n[03:16.95] For the king of the trill is up in this bitch\n[03:18.68] He dropped the top but I get the switch\n[03:20.47] You see my level, he's tucked the stitch\n[03:22.16] Texas, nigga, we getting rich\n[03:23.87] Fuck a hater, man, fuck a snitch\n[03:25.66] G-Code nigga, we don't love the po-po\n[03:27.32] No more swag, now pass the dough, dough\n[03:29.11] We keep it super tight like pants in SoHo\n[03:30.75] I'm 'bout my dough, hoe, so don't play with my bread\n[03:33.44] Man, I be tryin' to stop the violence nowadays so it's dead\n[03:36.98] I'm poppin' that trunk and grabbin' that chopper\n[03:38.85] Puttin' that K to ya head\n[03:40.49] I'd rather be layin' up in the bed with your baby and me gettin' head\n[03:43.82] Yeah, my Cadillac car is candy painted, drippin' like Bernadette\n[03:48.08] My steerin' wheel is woodgrain, I grip it and turn it quick\n[03:51.43] I'm ridin' bowls, black with yellow stripes, like a Steeler\n[03:54.88] And as far as the rims go, I'm an '84 dealer\n[03:58.25] A slam peeler when I mash out in the Caddy\n[04:01.43] Lean it back up on the leather, man, and smokin' on a fatty\n[04:04.87] This UGK for life, if you ain't know you better get it right\n[04:08.57] Why? 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That nigga too fly\n  My mama gave birth on Continental Airlines\n  I ain't lyin', I'm back, boy, you hit the backboard\n  I'm all swish, make a memo on your blackboard\n\n  This class here, nigga, is for the underground\n  UGK, Doc and Meth, lockin' the summer down\n  And I ain't playin' games, homey, so get it right\n  'Cause I 'get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I tore up under city lights\n\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\n  Yo, yo, I dropped to 95, now I'm on 95\n  South and the dirty been ridin' dirty since Dirty died\n  I gets it early, my nigga, heard me, I'm certified\n  And when I ride, I'm with Reggie Noble, New Jersey Drive\n\n  I make it happen, homey, I take you back when I was wearin' ponies\n  And them older niggas was snappin' on me\n  How many rappers know me? 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I know what cash own\n[02:19.02] Face it, this game I take it in holy matrimony\n[02:22.45] And now can't nothin' hold me, I fucks with UGK\n[02:25.86] Some dudes is more like Kobe, I'm more like Rudy Ray\n[02:29.17] You either in it pimpin' or you just in the way\n[02:32.59] I love this life that I'm livin', your shit can end today\n[02:35.88] Two things to know about me, I guess, I'll never change\n[02:39.52] And keep this money like Southern Cali, and never rain\n[02:42.92] And I ain't playin' games wit ya, so get it right\n[02:46.28] And I get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n[02:49.88] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[02:53.00] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[02:56.70] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[02:59.96] Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n[03:03.43] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[03:07.06] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[03:10.22] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[03:13.65] Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n[03:16.95] For the king of the trill is up in this bitch\n[03:18.68] He dropped the top but I get the switch\n[03:20.47] You see my level, he's tucked the stitch\n[03:22.16] Texas, nigga, we getting rich\n[03:23.87] Fuck a hater, man, fuck a snitch\n[03:25.66] G-Code nigga, we don't love the po-po\n[03:27.32] No more swag, now pass the dough, dough\n[03:29.11] We keep it super tight like pants in SoHo\n[03:30.75] I'm 'bout my dough, hoe, so don't play with my bread\n[03:33.44] Man, I be tryin' to stop the violence nowadays so it's dead\n[03:36.98] I'm poppin' that trunk and grabbin' that chopper\n[03:38.85] Puttin' that K to ya head\n[03:40.49] I'd rather be layin' up in the bed with your baby and me gettin' head\n[03:43.82] Yeah, my Cadillac car is candy painted, drippin' like Bernadette\n[03:48.08] My steerin' wheel is woodgrain, I grip it and turn it quick\n[03:51.43] I'm ridin' bowls, black with yellow stripes, like a Steeler\n[03:54.88] And as far as the rims go, I'm an '84 dealer\n[03:58.25] A slam peeler when I mash out in the Caddy\n[04:01.43] Lean it back up on the leather, man, and smokin' on a fatty\n[04:04.87] This UGK for life, if you ain't know you better get it right\n[04:08.57] Why? 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I know what cash own\nFace it, this game I take it in holy matrimony\n\nAnd now can't nothin' hold me, I fucks with UGK\nSome dudes is more like Kobe, I'm more like Rudy Ray\nYou either in it pimpin' or you just in the way\nI love this life that I'm livin', your shit can end today\n\nTwo things to know about me, I guess, I'll never change\nAnd keep this money like Southern Cali, and never rain\nAnd I ain't playin' games wit ya, so get it right\nAnd I get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\nFor the king of the trill is up in this bitch\nHe dropped the top but I get the switch\nYou see my level, he's tucked the stitch\nTexas, nigga, we getting rich\n\nFuck a hater, man, fuck a snitch\nG-Code nigga, we don't love the po-po\nNo more swag, now pass the dough, dough\nWe keep it super tight like pants in SoHo\n\nI'm 'bout my dough, hoe, so don't play with my bread\nMan, I be tryin' to stop the violence nowadays so it's dead\nI'm poppin' that trunk and grabbin' that chopper\nPuttin' that K to ya head\nI'd rather be layin' up in the bed with your baby and me gettin' head\n\nYeah, my Cadillac car is candy painted, drippin' like Bernadette\nMy steerin' wheel is woodgrain, I grip it and turn it quick\nI'm ridin' bowls, black with yellow stripes, like a Steeler\nAnd as far as the rims go, I'm an '84 dealer\n\nA slam peeler when I mash out in the Caddy\nLean it back up on the leather, man, and smokin' on a fatty\nThis UGK for life, if you ain't know you better get it right\nWhy? 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That nigga too fly\n[01:03.05] My mama gave birth on Continental Airlines\n[01:06.20] I ain't lyin', I'm back, boy, you hit the backboard\n[01:10.22] I'm all swish, make a memo on your blackboard\n[01:13.92] This class here, nigga, is for the underground\n[01:17.25] UGK, Doc and Meth, lockin' the summer down\n[01:20.62] And I ain't playin' games, homey, so get it right\n[01:23.96] 'Cause I 'get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n[01:27.40] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:30.79] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:34.15] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:37.68] Tore up under city lights, I tore up under city lights\n[01:41.29] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:44.45] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:47.84] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:51.24] Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n[01:54.34] Yo, yo, I dropped to 95, now I'm on 95\n[01:58.34] South and the dirty been ridin' dirty since Dirty died\n[02:01.58] I gets it early, my nigga, heard me, I'm certified\n[02:05.04] And when I ride, I'm with Reggie Noble, New Jersey Drive\n[02:08.51] I make it happen, homey, I take you back when I was wearin' ponies\n[02:12.77] And them older niggas was snappin' on me\n[02:15.52] How many rappers know me? I know what cash own\n[02:19.02] Face it, this game I take it in holy matrimony\n[02:22.45] And now can't nothin' hold me, I fucks with UGK\n[02:25.86] Some dudes is more like Kobe, I'm more like Rudy Ray\n[02:29.17] You either in it pimpin' or you just in the way\n[02:32.59] I love this life that I'm livin', your shit can end today\n[02:35.88] Two things to know about me, I guess, I'll never change\n[02:39.52] And keep this money like Southern Cali, and never rain\n[02:42.92] And I ain't playin' games wit ya, so get it right\n[02:46.28] And I get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n[02:49.88] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[02:53.00] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[02:56.70] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[02:59.96] Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n[03:03.43] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[03:07.06] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[03:10.22] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[03:13.65] Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n[03:16.95] For the king of the trill is up in this bitch\n[03:18.68] He dropped the top but I get the switch\n[03:20.47] You see my level, he's tucked the stitch\n[03:22.16] Texas, nigga, we getting rich\n[03:23.87] Fuck a hater, man, fuck a snitch\n[03:25.66] G-Code nigga, we don't love the po-po\n[03:27.32] No more swag, now pass the dough, dough\n[03:29.11] We keep it super tight like pants in SoHo\n[03:30.75] I'm 'bout my dough, hoe, so don't play with my bread\n[03:33.44] Man, I be tryin' to stop the violence nowadays so it's dead\n[03:36.98] I'm poppin' that trunk and grabbin' that chopper\n[03:38.85] Puttin' that K to ya head\n[03:40.49] I'd rather be layin' up in the bed with your baby and me gettin' head\n[03:43.82] Yeah, my Cadillac car is candy painted, drippin' like Bernadette\n[03:48.08] My steerin' wheel is woodgrain, I grip it and turn it quick\n[03:51.43] I'm ridin' bowls, black with yellow stripes, like a Steeler\n[03:54.88] And as far as the rims go, I'm an '84 dealer\n[03:58.25] A slam peeler when I mash out in the Caddy\n[04:01.43] Lean it back up on the leather, man, and smokin' on a fatty\n[04:04.87] This UGK for life, if you ain't know you better get it right\n[04:08.57] Why? 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That nigga too fly\n  My mama gave birth on Continental Airlines\n  I ain't lyin', I'm back, boy, you hit the backboard\n  I'm all swish, make a memo on your blackboard\n\n  This class here, nigga, is for the underground\n  UGK, Doc and Meth, lockin' the summer down\n  And I ain't playin' games, homey, so get it right\n  'Cause I 'get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I tore up under city lights\n\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\n  Yo, yo, I dropped to 95, now I'm on 95\n  South and the dirty been ridin' dirty since Dirty died\n  I gets it early, my nigga, heard me, I'm certified\n  And when I ride, I'm with Reggie Noble, New Jersey Drive\n\n  I make it happen, homey, I take you back when I was wearin' ponies\n  And them older niggas was snappin' on me\n  How many rappers know me? 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That nigga too fly\nMy mama gave birth on Continental Airlines\nI ain't lyin', I'm back, boy, you hit the backboard\nI'm all swish, make a memo on your blackboard\n\nThis class here, nigga, is for the underground\nUGK, Doc and Meth, lockin' the summer down\nAnd I ain't playin' games, homey, so get it right\n'Cause I 'get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I tore up under city lights\n\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\nYo, yo, I dropped to 95, now I'm on 95\nSouth and the dirty been ridin' dirty since Dirty died\nI gets it early, my nigga, heard me, I'm certified\nAnd when I ride, I'm with Reggie Noble, New Jersey Drive\n\nI make it happen, homey, I take you back when I was wearin' ponies\nAnd them older niggas was snappin' on me\nHow many rappers know me? I know what cash own\nFace it, this game I take it in holy matrimony\n\nAnd now can't nothin' hold me, I fucks with UGK\nSome dudes is more like Kobe, I'm more like Rudy Ray\nYou either in it pimpin' or you just in the way\nI love this life that I'm livin', your shit can end today\n\nTwo things to know about me, I guess, I'll never change\nAnd keep this money like Southern Cali, and never rain\nAnd I ain't playin' games wit ya, so get it right\nAnd I get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\nFor the king of the trill is up in this bitch\nHe dropped the top but I get the switch\nYou see my level, he's tucked the stitch\nTexas, nigga, we getting rich\n\nFuck a hater, man, fuck a snitch\nG-Code nigga, we don't love the po-po\nNo more swag, now pass the dough, dough\nWe keep it super tight like pants in SoHo\n\nI'm 'bout my dough, hoe, so don't play with my bread\nMan, I be tryin' to stop the violence nowadays so it's dead\nI'm poppin' that trunk and grabbin' that chopper\nPuttin' that K to ya head\nI'd rather be layin' up in the bed with your baby and me gettin' head\n\nYeah, my Cadillac car is candy painted, drippin' like Bernadette\nMy steerin' wheel is woodgrain, I grip it and turn it quick\nI'm ridin' bowls, black with yellow stripes, like a Steeler\nAnd as far as the rims go, I'm an '84 dealer\n\nA slam peeler when I mash out in the Caddy\nLean it back up on the leather, man, and smokin' on a fatty\nThis UGK for life, if you ain't know you better get it right\nWhy? I get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\nUGK, Redman, Method Man in the fuckin' building, bitch\nThis is DJ Say What, comin' to you live from WKYA radio\nIt's about 95 degrees outside\nSo I know a lot of ass and toes are showin'\n\nBut right about now you're checkin' out\nThe new Red and Meth album\nThis is BO2, bitch","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.46] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[00:05.04] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[00:08.89] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[00:12.09] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[00:15.33] Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n[00:18.70] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[00:22.16] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[00:25.69] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[00:29.07] Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n[00:32.09] Yo, I'm rollin' in my ride, my eyes real chinky\n[00:35.94] Hit 145, buy like 12 twinkies\n[00:39.50] Today a good day, I know, don't jinx it\n[00:42.81] I 'Will' keep a 'Smith', just like Jada Pinkett\n[00:46.39] Baby, without blinkin', I do it my way\n[00:50.01] I shit on folks, the opposite of R K\n[00:53.32] I'm rude, pardon me, I'm too hood\n[00:56.10] Doc on your mind all the time, like New E.R.A.\n[01:00.03] Who am I? That nigga too fly\n[01:03.05] My mama gave birth on Continental Airlines\n[01:06.20] I ain't lyin', I'm back, boy, you hit the backboard\n[01:10.22] I'm all swish, make a memo on your blackboard\n[01:13.92] This class here, nigga, is for the underground\n[01:17.25] UGK, Doc and Meth, lockin' the summer down\n[01:20.62] And I ain't playin' games, homey, so get it right\n[01:23.96] 'Cause I 'get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n[01:27.40] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:30.79] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:34.15] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:37.68] Tore up under city lights, I tore up under city lights\n[01:41.29] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:44.45] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:47.84] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:51.24] Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n[01:54.34] Yo, yo, I dropped to 95, now I'm on 95\n[01:58.34] South and the dirty been ridin' dirty since Dirty died\n[02:01.58] I gets it early, my nigga, heard me, I'm certified\n[02:05.04] And when I ride, I'm with Reggie Noble, New Jersey Drive\n[02:08.51] I make it happen, homey, I take you back when I was wearin' ponies\n[02:12.77] And them older niggas was snappin' on me\n[02:15.52] How many rappers know me? I know what cash own\n[02:19.02] Face it, this game I take it in holy matrimony\n[02:22.45] And now can't nothin' hold me, I fucks with UGK\n[02:25.86] Some dudes is more like Kobe, I'm more like Rudy Ray\n[02:29.17] You either in it pimpin' or you just in the way\n[02:32.59] I love this life that I'm livin', your shit can end today\n[02:35.88] Two things to know about me, I guess, I'll never change\n[02:39.52] And keep this money like Southern Cali, and never rain\n[02:42.92] And I ain't playin' games wit ya, so get it right\n[02:46.28] And I get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n[02:49.88] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[02:53.00] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[02:56.70] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[02:59.96] Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n[03:03.43] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[03:07.06] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[03:10.22] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[03:13.65] Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n[03:16.95] For the king of the trill is up in this bitch\n[03:18.68] He dropped the top but I get the switch\n[03:20.47] You see my level, he's tucked the stitch\n[03:22.16] Texas, nigga, we getting rich\n[03:23.87] Fuck a hater, man, fuck a snitch\n[03:25.66] G-Code nigga, we don't love the po-po\n[03:27.32] No more swag, now pass the dough, dough\n[03:29.11] We keep it super tight like pants in SoHo\n[03:30.75] I'm 'bout my dough, hoe, so don't play with my bread\n[03:33.44] Man, I be tryin' to stop the violence nowadays so it's dead\n[03:36.98] I'm poppin' that trunk and grabbin' that chopper\n[03:38.85] Puttin' that K to ya head\n[03:40.49] I'd rather be layin' up in the bed with your baby and me gettin' head\n[03:43.82] Yeah, my Cadillac car is candy painted, drippin' like Bernadette\n[03:48.08] My steerin' wheel is woodgrain, I grip it and turn it quick\n[03:51.43] I'm ridin' bowls, black with yellow stripes, like a Steeler\n[03:54.88] And as far as the rims go, I'm an '84 dealer\n[03:58.25] A slam peeler when I mash out in the Caddy\n[04:01.43] Lean it back up on the leather, man, and smokin' on a fatty\n[04:04.87] This UGK for life, if you ain't know you better get it right\n[04:08.57] Why? 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That nigga too fly\n  My mama gave birth on Continental Airlines\n  I ain't lyin', I'm back, boy, you hit the backboard\n  I'm all swish, make a memo on your blackboard\n\n  This class here, nigga, is for the underground\n  UGK, Doc and Meth, lockin' the summer down\n  And I ain't playin' games, homey, so get it right\n  'Cause I 'get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I tore up under city lights\n\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\n  Yo, yo, I dropped to 95, now I'm on 95\n  South and the dirty been ridin' dirty since Dirty died\n  I gets it early, my nigga, heard me, I'm certified\n  And when I ride, I'm with Reggie Noble, New Jersey Drive\n\n  I make it happen, homey, I take you back when I was wearin' ponies\n  And them older niggas was snappin' on me\n  How many rappers know me? I know what cash own\n  Face it, this game I take it in holy matrimony\n\n  And now can't nothin' hold me, I fucks with UGK\n  Some dudes is more like Kobe, I'm more like Rudy Ray\n  You either in it pimpin' or you just in the way\n  I love this life that I'm livin', your shit can end today\n\n  Two things to know about me, I guess, I'll never change\n  And keep this money like Southern Cali, and never rain\n  And I ain't playin' games wit ya, so get it right\n  And I get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\n  For the king of the trill is up in this bitch\n  He dropped the top but I get the switch\n  You see my level, he's tucked the stitch\n  Texas, nigga, we getting rich\n\n  Fuck a hater, man, fuck a snitch\n  G-Code nigga, we don't love the po-po\n  No more swag, now pass the dough, dough\n  We keep it super tight like pants in SoHo\n\n  I'm 'bout my dough, hoe, so don't play with my bread\n  Man, I be tryin' to stop the violence nowadays so it's dead\n  I'm poppin' that trunk and grabbin' that chopper\n  Puttin' that K to ya head\n  I'd rather be layin' up in the bed with your baby and me gettin' head\n\n  Yeah, my Cadillac car is candy painted, drippin' like Bernadette\n  My steerin' wheel is woodgrain, I grip it and turn it quick\n  I'm ridin' bowls, black with yellow stripes, like a Steeler\n  And as far as the rims go, I'm an '84 dealer\n\n  A slam peeler when I mash out in the Caddy\n  Lean it back up on the leather, man, and smokin' on a fatty\n  This UGK for life, if you ain't know you better get it right\n  Why? I get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\n  UGK, Redman, Method Man in the fuckin' building, bitch\n  This is DJ Say What, comin' to you live from WKYA radio\n  It's about 95 degrees outside\n  So I know a lot of ass and toes are showin'\n\n  But right about now you're checkin' out\n  The new Red and Meth album\n  This is BO2, bitch\n"},{"id":5331945,"name":"City Lights","trackName":"City Lights","artistName":"Method Man feat. 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That nigga too fly\nMy mama gave birth on Continental Airlines\nI ain't lyin', I'm back, boy, you hit the backboard\nI'm all swish, make a memo on your blackboard\n\nThis class here, nigga, is for the underground\nUGK, Doc and Meth, lockin' the summer down\nAnd I ain't playin' games, homey, so get it right\n'Cause I 'get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I tore up under city lights\n\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\nYo, yo, I dropped to 95, now I'm on 95\nSouth and the dirty been ridin' dirty since Dirty died\nI gets it early, my nigga, heard me, I'm certified\nAnd when I ride, I'm with Reggie Noble, New Jersey Drive\n\nI make it happen, homey, I take you back when I was wearin' ponies\nAnd them older niggas was snappin' on me\nHow many rappers know me? I know what cash own\nFace it, this game I take it in holy matrimony\n\nAnd now can't nothin' hold me, I fucks with UGK\nSome dudes is more like Kobe, I'm more like Rudy Ray\nYou either in it pimpin' or you just in the way\nI love this life that I'm livin', your shit can end today\n\nTwo things to know about me, I guess, I'll never change\nAnd keep this money like Southern Cali, and never rain\nAnd I ain't playin' games wit ya, so get it right\nAnd I get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\nFor the king of the trill is up in this bitch\nHe dropped the top but I get the switch\nYou see my level, he's tucked the stitch\nTexas, nigga, we getting rich\n\nFuck a hater, man, fuck a snitch\nG-Code nigga, we don't love the po-po\nNo more swag, now pass the dough, dough\nWe keep it super tight like pants in SoHo\n\nI'm 'bout my dough, hoe, so don't play with my bread\nMan, I be tryin' to stop the violence nowadays so it's dead\nI'm poppin' that trunk and grabbin' that chopper\nPuttin' that K to ya head\nI'd rather be layin' up in the bed with your baby and me gettin' head\n\nYeah, my Cadillac car is candy painted, drippin' like Bernadette\nMy steerin' wheel is woodgrain, I grip it and turn it quick\nI'm ridin' bowls, black with yellow stripes, like a Steeler\nAnd as far as the rims go, I'm an '84 dealer\n\nA slam peeler when I mash out in the Caddy\nLean it back up on the leather, man, and smokin' on a fatty\nThis UGK for life, if you ain't know you better get it right\nWhy? 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I know what cash own\n[02:19.02] Face it, this game I take it in holy matrimony\n[02:22.45] And now can't nothin' hold me, I fucks with UGK\n[02:25.86] Some dudes is more like Kobe, I'm more like Rudy Ray\n[02:29.17] You either in it pimpin' or you just in the way\n[02:32.59] I love this life that I'm livin', your shit can end today\n[02:35.88] Two things to know about me, I guess, I'll never change\n[02:39.52] And keep this money like Southern Cali, and never rain\n[02:42.92] And I ain't playin' games wit ya, so get it right\n[02:46.28] And I get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n[02:49.88] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[02:53.00] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[02:56.70] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[02:59.96] Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n[03:03.43] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[03:07.06] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[03:10.22] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[03:13.65] Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n[03:16.95] For the king of the trill is up in this bitch\n[03:18.68] He dropped the top but I get the switch\n[03:20.47] You see my level, he's tucked the stitch\n[03:22.16] Texas, nigga, we getting rich\n[03:23.87] Fuck a hater, man, fuck a snitch\n[03:25.66] G-Code nigga, we don't love the po-po\n[03:27.32] No more swag, now pass the dough, dough\n[03:29.11] We keep it super tight like pants in SoHo\n[03:30.75] I'm 'bout my dough, hoe, so don't play with my bread\n[03:33.44] Man, I be tryin' to stop the violence nowadays so it's dead\n[03:36.98] I'm poppin' that trunk and grabbin' that chopper\n[03:38.85] Puttin' that K to ya head\n[03:40.49] I'd rather be layin' up in the bed with your baby and me gettin' head\n[03:43.82] Yeah, my Cadillac car is candy painted, drippin' like Bernadette\n[03:48.08] My steerin' wheel is woodgrain, I grip it and turn it quick\n[03:51.43] I'm ridin' bowls, black with yellow stripes, like a Steeler\n[03:54.88] And as far as the rims go, I'm an '84 dealer\n[03:58.25] A slam peeler when I mash out in the Caddy\n[04:01.43] Lean it back up on the leather, man, and smokin' on a fatty\n[04:04.87] This UGK for life, if you ain't know you better get it right\n[04:08.57] Why? 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That nigga too fly\n  My mama gave birth on Continental Airlines\n  I ain't lyin', I'm back, boy, you hit the backboard\n  I'm all swish, make a memo on your blackboard\n\n  This class here, nigga, is for the underground\n  UGK, Doc and Meth, lockin' the summer down\n  And I ain't playin' games, homey, so get it right\n  'Cause I 'get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I tore up under city lights\n\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\n  Yo, yo, I dropped to 95, now I'm on 95\n  South and the dirty been ridin' dirty since Dirty died\n  I gets it early, my nigga, heard me, I'm certified\n  And when I ride, I'm with Reggie Noble, New Jersey Drive\n\n  I make it happen, homey, I take you back when I was wearin' ponies\n  And them older niggas was snappin' on me\n  How many rappers know me? I know what cash own\n  Face it, this game I take it in holy matrimony\n\n  And now can't nothin' hold me, I fucks with UGK\n  Some dudes is more like Kobe, I'm more like Rudy Ray\n  You either in it pimpin' or you just in the way\n  I love this life that I'm livin', your shit can end today\n\n  Two things to know about me, I guess, I'll never change\n  And keep this money like Southern Cali, and never rain\n  And I ain't playin' games wit ya, so get it right\n  And I get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\n  For the king of the trill is up in this bitch\n  He dropped the top but I get the switch\n  You see my level, he's tucked the stitch\n  Texas, nigga, we getting rich\n\n  Fuck a hater, man, fuck a snitch\n  G-Code nigga, we don't love the po-po\n  No more swag, now pass the dough, dough\n  We keep it super tight like pants in SoHo\n\n  I'm 'bout my dough, hoe, so don't play with my bread\n  Man, I be tryin' to stop the violence nowadays so it's dead\n  I'm poppin' that trunk and grabbin' that chopper\n  Puttin' that K to ya head\n  I'd rather be layin' up in the bed with your baby and me gettin' head\n\n  Yeah, my Cadillac car is candy painted, drippin' like Bernadette\n  My steerin' wheel is woodgrain, I grip it and turn it quick\n  I'm ridin' bowls, black with yellow stripes, like a Steeler\n  And as far as the rims go, I'm an '84 dealer\n\n  A slam peeler when I mash out in the Caddy\n  Lean it back up on the leather, man, and smokin' on a fatty\n  This UGK for life, if you ain't know you better get it right\n  Why? 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That nigga too fly\nMy mama gave birth on Continental Airlines\nI ain't lyin', I'm back, boy, you hit the backboard\nI'm all swish, make a memo on your blackboard\n\nThis class here, nigga, is for the underground\nUGK, Doc and Meth, lockin' the summer down\nAnd I ain't playin' games, homey, so get it right\n'Cause I 'get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I tore up under city lights\n\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\nYo, yo, I dropped to 95, now I'm on 95\nSouth and the dirty been ridin' dirty since Dirty died\nI gets it early, my nigga, heard me, I'm certified\nAnd when I ride, I'm with Reggie Noble, New Jersey Drive\n\nI make it happen, homey, I take you back when I was wearin' ponies\nAnd them older niggas was snappin' on me\nHow many rappers know me? I know what cash own\nFace it, this game I take it in holy matrimony\n\nAnd now can't nothin' hold me, I fucks with UGK\nSome dudes is more like Kobe, I'm more like Rudy Ray\nYou either in it pimpin' or you just in the way\nI love this life that I'm livin', your shit can end today\n\nTwo things to know about me, I guess, I'll never change\nAnd keep this money like Southern Cali, and never rain\nAnd I ain't playin' games wit ya, so get it right\nAnd I get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\nFor the king of the trill is up in this bitch\nHe dropped the top but I get the switch\nYou see my level, he's tucked the stitch\nTexas, nigga, we getting rich\n\nFuck a hater, man, fuck a snitch\nG-Code nigga, we don't love the po-po\nNo more swag, now pass the dough, dough\nWe keep it super tight like pants in SoHo\n\nI'm 'bout my dough, hoe, so don't play with my bread\nMan, I be tryin' to stop the violence nowadays so it's dead\nI'm poppin' that trunk and grabbin' that chopper\nPuttin' that K to ya head\nI'd rather be layin' up in the bed with your baby and me gettin' head\n\nYeah, my Cadillac car is candy painted, drippin' like Bernadette\nMy steerin' wheel is woodgrain, I grip it and turn it quick\nI'm ridin' bowls, black with yellow stripes, like a Steeler\nAnd as far as the rims go, I'm an '84 dealer\n\nA slam peeler when I mash out in the Caddy\nLean it back up on the leather, man, and smokin' on a fatty\nThis UGK for life, if you ain't know you better get it right\nWhy? 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That nigga too fly\n[01:03.05] My mama gave birth on Continental Airlines\n[01:06.20] I ain't lyin', I'm back, boy, you hit the backboard\n[01:10.22] I'm all swish, make a memo on your blackboard\n[01:13.92] This class here, nigga, is for the underground\n[01:17.25] UGK, Doc and Meth, lockin' the summer down\n[01:20.62] And I ain't playin' games, homey, so get it right\n[01:23.96] 'Cause I 'get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n[01:27.40] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:30.79] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:34.15] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:37.68] Tore up under city lights, I tore up under city lights\n[01:41.29] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:44.45] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:47.84] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:51.24] Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n[01:54.34] Yo, yo, I dropped to 95, now I'm on 95\n[01:58.34] South and the dirty been ridin' dirty since Dirty died\n[02:01.58] I gets it early, my nigga, heard me, I'm certified\n[02:05.04] And when I ride, I'm with Reggie Noble, New Jersey Drive\n[02:08.51] I make it happen, homey, I take you back when I was wearin' ponies\n[02:12.77] And them older niggas was snappin' on me\n[02:15.52] How many rappers know me? I know what cash own\n[02:19.02] Face it, this game I take it in holy matrimony\n[02:22.45] And now can't nothin' hold me, I fucks with UGK\n[02:25.86] Some dudes is more like Kobe, I'm more like Rudy Ray\n[02:29.17] You either in it pimpin' or you just in the way\n[02:32.59] I love this life that I'm livin', your shit can end today\n[02:35.88] Two things to know about me, I guess, I'll never change\n[02:39.52] And keep this money like Southern Cali, and never rain\n[02:42.92] And I ain't playin' games wit ya, so get it right\n[02:46.28] And I get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n[02:49.88] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[02:53.00] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[02:56.70] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[02:59.96] Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n[03:03.43] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[03:07.06] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[03:10.22] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[03:13.65] Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n[03:16.95] For the king of the trill is up in this bitch\n[03:18.68] He dropped the top but I get the switch\n[03:20.47] You see my level, he's tucked the stitch\n[03:22.16] Texas, nigga, we getting rich\n[03:23.87] Fuck a hater, man, fuck a snitch\n[03:25.66] G-Code nigga, we don't love the po-po\n[03:27.32] No more swag, now pass the dough, dough\n[03:29.11] We keep it super tight like pants in SoHo\n[03:30.75] I'm 'bout my dough, hoe, so don't play with my bread\n[03:33.44] Man, I be tryin' to stop the violence nowadays so it's dead\n[03:36.98] I'm poppin' that trunk and grabbin' that chopper\n[03:38.85] Puttin' that K to ya head\n[03:40.49] I'd rather be layin' up in the bed with your baby and me gettin' head\n[03:43.82] Yeah, my Cadillac car is candy painted, drippin' like Bernadette\n[03:48.08] My steerin' wheel is woodgrain, I grip it and turn it quick\n[03:51.43] I'm ridin' bowls, black with yellow stripes, like a Steeler\n[03:54.88] And as far as the rims go, I'm an '84 dealer\n[03:58.25] A slam peeler when I mash out in the Caddy\n[04:01.43] Lean it back up on the leather, man, and smokin' on a fatty\n[04:04.87] This UGK for life, if you ain't know you better get it right\n[04:08.57] Why? 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That nigga too fly\n  My mama gave birth on Continental Airlines\n  I ain't lyin', I'm back, boy, you hit the backboard\n  I'm all swish, make a memo on your blackboard\n\n  This class here, nigga, is for the underground\n  UGK, Doc and Meth, lockin' the summer down\n  And I ain't playin' games, homey, so get it right\n  'Cause I 'get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I tore up under city lights\n\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\n  Yo, yo, I dropped to 95, now I'm on 95\n  South and the dirty been ridin' dirty since Dirty died\n  I gets it early, my nigga, heard me, I'm certified\n  And when I ride, I'm with Reggie Noble, New Jersey Drive\n\n  I make it happen, homey, I take you back when I was wearin' ponies\n  And them older niggas was snappin' on me\n  How many rappers know me? 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That nigga too fly\nMy mama gave birth on Continental Airlines\nI ain't lyin', I'm back, boy, you hit the backboard\nI'm all swish, make a memo on your blackboard\n\nThis class here, nigga, is for the underground\nUGK, Doc and Meth, lockin' the summer down\nAnd I ain't playin' games, homey, so get it right\n'Cause I 'get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I tore up under city lights\n\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\nYo, yo, I dropped to 95, now I'm on 95\nSouth and the dirty been ridin' dirty since Dirty died\nI gets it early, my nigga, heard me, I'm certified\nAnd when I ride, I'm with Reggie Noble, New Jersey Drive\n\nI make it happen, homey, I take you back when I was wearin' ponies\nAnd them older niggas was snappin' on me\nHow many rappers know me? I know what cash own\nFace it, this game I take it in holy matrimony\n\nAnd now can't nothin' hold me, I fucks with UGK\nSome dudes is more like Kobe, I'm more like Rudy Ray\nYou either in it pimpin' or you just in the way\nI love this life that I'm livin', your shit can end today\n\nTwo things to know about me, I guess, I'll never change\nAnd keep this money like Southern Cali, and never rain\nAnd I ain't playin' games wit ya, so get it right\nAnd I get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\nFor the king of the trill is up in this bitch\nHe dropped the top but I get the switch\nYou see my level, he's tucked the stitch\nTexas, nigga, we getting rich\n\nFuck a hater, man, fuck a snitch\nG-Code nigga, we don't love the po-po\nNo more swag, now pass the dough, dough\nWe keep it super tight like pants in SoHo\n\nI'm 'bout my dough, hoe, so don't play with my bread\nMan, I be tryin' to stop the violence nowadays so it's dead\nI'm poppin' that trunk and grabbin' that chopper\nPuttin' that K to ya head\nI'd rather be layin' up in the bed with your baby and me gettin' head\n\nYeah, my Cadillac car is candy painted, drippin' like Bernadette\nMy steerin' wheel is woodgrain, I grip it and turn it quick\nI'm ridin' bowls, black with yellow stripes, like a Steeler\nAnd as far as the rims go, I'm an '84 dealer\n\nA slam peeler when I mash out in the Caddy\nLean it back up on the leather, man, and smokin' on a fatty\nThis UGK for life, if you ain't know you better get it right\nWhy? I get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\nUGK, Redman, Method Man in the fuckin' building, bitch\nThis is DJ Say What, comin' to you live from WKYA radio\nIt's about 95 degrees outside\nSo I know a lot of ass and toes are showin'\n\nBut right about now you're checkin' out\nThe new Red and Meth album\nThis is BO2, bitch","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.46] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[00:05.04] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[00:08.89] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[00:12.09] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[00:15.33] Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n[00:18.70] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[00:22.16] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[00:25.69] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[00:29.07] Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n[00:32.09] Yo, I'm rollin' in my ride, my eyes real chinky\n[00:35.94] Hit 145, buy like 12 twinkies\n[00:39.50] Today a good day, I know, don't jinx it\n[00:42.81] I 'Will' keep a 'Smith', just like Jada Pinkett\n[00:46.39] Baby, without blinkin', I do it my way\n[00:50.01] I shit on folks, the opposite of R K\n[00:53.32] I'm rude, pardon me, I'm too hood\n[00:56.10] Doc on your mind all the time, like New E.R.A.\n[01:00.03] Who am I? That nigga too fly\n[01:03.05] My mama gave birth on Continental Airlines\n[01:06.20] I ain't lyin', I'm back, boy, you hit the backboard\n[01:10.22] I'm all swish, make a memo on your blackboard\n[01:13.92] This class here, nigga, is for the underground\n[01:17.25] UGK, Doc and Meth, lockin' the summer down\n[01:20.62] And I ain't playin' games, homey, so get it right\n[01:23.96] 'Cause I 'get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n[01:27.40] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:30.79] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:34.15] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:37.68] Tore up under city lights, I tore up under city lights\n[01:41.29] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:44.45] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:47.84] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:51.24] Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n[01:54.34] Yo, yo, I dropped to 95, now I'm on 95\n[01:58.34] South and the dirty been ridin' dirty since Dirty died\n[02:01.58] I gets it early, my nigga, heard me, I'm certified\n[02:05.04] And when I ride, I'm with Reggie Noble, New Jersey Drive\n[02:08.51] I make it happen, homey, I take you back when I was wearin' ponies\n[02:12.77] And them older niggas was snappin' on me\n[02:15.52] How many rappers know me? I know what cash own\n[02:19.02] Face it, this game I take it in holy matrimony\n[02:22.45] And now can't nothin' hold me, I fucks with UGK\n[02:25.86] Some dudes is more like Kobe, I'm more like Rudy Ray\n[02:29.17] You either in it pimpin' or you just in the way\n[02:32.59] I love this life that I'm livin', your shit can end today\n[02:35.88] Two things to know about me, I guess, I'll never change\n[02:39.52] And keep this money like Southern Cali, and never rain\n[02:42.92] And I ain't playin' games wit ya, so get it right\n[02:46.28] And I get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n[02:49.88] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[02:53.00] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[02:56.70] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[02:59.96] Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n[03:03.43] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[03:07.06] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[03:10.22] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[03:13.65] Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n[03:16.95] For the king of the trill is up in this bitch\n[03:18.68] He dropped the top but I get the switch\n[03:20.47] You see my level, he's tucked the stitch\n[03:22.16] Texas, nigga, we getting rich\n[03:23.87] Fuck a hater, man, fuck a snitch\n[03:25.66] G-Code nigga, we don't love the po-po\n[03:27.32] No more swag, now pass the dough, dough\n[03:29.11] We keep it super tight like pants in SoHo\n[03:30.75] I'm 'bout my dough, hoe, so don't play with my bread\n[03:33.44] Man, I be tryin' to stop the violence nowadays so it's dead\n[03:36.98] I'm poppin' that trunk and grabbin' that chopper\n[03:38.85] Puttin' that K to ya head\n[03:40.49] I'd rather be layin' up in the bed with your baby and me gettin' head\n[03:43.82] Yeah, my Cadillac car is candy painted, drippin' like Bernadette\n[03:48.08] My steerin' wheel is woodgrain, I grip it and turn it quick\n[03:51.43] I'm ridin' bowls, black with yellow stripes, like a Steeler\n[03:54.88] And as far as the rims go, I'm an '84 dealer\n[03:58.25] A slam peeler when I mash out in the Caddy\n[04:01.43] Lean it back up on the leather, man, and smokin' on a fatty\n[04:04.87] This UGK for life, if you ain't know you better get it right\n[04:08.57] Why? 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That nigga too fly\n  My mama gave birth on Continental Airlines\n  I ain't lyin', I'm back, boy, you hit the backboard\n  I'm all swish, make a memo on your blackboard\n\n  This class here, nigga, is for the underground\n  UGK, Doc and Meth, lockin' the summer down\n  And I ain't playin' games, homey, so get it right\n  'Cause I 'get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I tore up under city lights\n\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\n  Yo, yo, I dropped to 95, now I'm on 95\n  South and the dirty been ridin' dirty since Dirty died\n  I gets it early, my nigga, heard me, I'm certified\n  And when I ride, I'm with Reggie Noble, New Jersey Drive\n\n  I make it happen, homey, I take you back when I was wearin' ponies\n  And them older niggas was snappin' on me\n  How many rappers know me? 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I got blunt, my name Jamal\nI pause, flick the ash from my L\n\nI pause like Run and Jason Mizell\nThe MC is me, host for the night\nPapa Doc, only thing I don't choke on the mic\nI choke a bitch out if my gwap ain't correct\nThen with my giant Hancock, I'll get the cheque\nI love trucks but drop-tops is the best\n\nFrom the Beemers, Benz, now Rolex, watch me\nShe like, \"Red so cool\"\nAny nigga after me, it's a déjà vu\nDoc stay in the paint like A.I. shoes\nJust watch how a one tonner made a move, dig it\n\nHop in my truck and roll up the window\nA-yo, you know what you in for\nOnce we turn the corner, light up the endo\nA-yo, a-yo, a-yo\nYes, she with me gettin' low like a limbo\nRoll with Gs, I'ma show you how to get dough\nThird degree, let it burn with my kinfolk\nA-yo, a-yo, a-yo\n\nWho these corner store rappers slingin' cracks in my hall?\nMama's in the kitchen cookin' cat, rat and dog\nMe, I want a little somethin', y'all could have it all\nI tryna walk before I crawl and move this package in my draw\n\nThat's why I push the pedal to the motherfuckin' floor\nWith ten per cent method, don't you flush off the poor\nAnd still, I keep it funky like four plus one more\nGet this money like, \"In God we trust\", trust your boy\nIt's a given, livin' this life like it was written\nEspecially for me, I'm what the recipe is missin'\n\nBlow my piff in the air, key the ignition\nThen get to lane switchin', pluckin' ashes off the clip and\nMammy wanna ride and play the Bonnie to my Clyde\nIf anybody try to 'Kill Bill', it'll probably be the bride\nLike all jokes aside, I'm serious with mine\nAnd now I'm on this grind like Method Man in his prime\n\nHop in my truck and roll up the window\nA-yo, you know what you in for\nOnce we turn the corner, light up the endo\nA-yo, a-yo, a-yo\nYes, she with me gettin' low like a limbo\nRoll with Gs, I'ma show you how to get dough\nThird degree, let it burn with my kinfolk\nA-yo, a-yo, a-yo\n\nYo, I got my swagger on and I feel great\nFunk Doc be in the hood like Enfamil cases\nI network on MySpace real late\nHopin' my album make me another Bill Gates\nAround my crib, look how I live\nI'm a slob but Crip niggas say I get biz\nAnywhere I did a show women sayin'\nThat I'm so amazin'\n\nYeah, another mic, another night and the day's end\nAnother heist, another kite in the state pen\nMy state business, shit, y'all dudes just break wind\nNew York nigga, either you're made mice or made men\nI do the dirt that keep my hand on the work\nI got the other hand up Mona Lisa's skirt\nMy aim was since day one's dock\nHow many shots will it take to make son drop?\n\nHop in my truck and roll up the window\nA-yo, you know what you in for\nOnce we turn the corner, light up the endo\nA-yo, a-yo, a-yo\nYes, she with me gettin' low like a limbo\nRoll with Gs, I'ma show you how to get dough\nThird degree, let it burn with my kinfolk\nA-yo, a-yo, a-yo\n\nHey, hey, hey, hey, hey\nHey, hey, hey, hey, hey (red and Meth in the building, bitch)\nHey, hey, hey, hey, hey","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.10] Yeah\n[00:07.63] Check it out, yo\n[00:09.10] I be like, \"Yiggy, yes, y'all\", doctor on call\n[00:11.82] I'll rock 'til my name in graffiti on the wall\n[00:14.63] Got flow like the rappers in Great George\n[00:17.25] Got weed? 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That nigga too fly\nMy mama gave birth on Continental Airlines\nI ain't lyin', I'm back, boy, you hit the backboard\nI'm all swish, make a memo on your blackboard\n\nThis class here, nigga, is for the underground\nUGK, Doc and Meth, lockin' the summer down\nAnd I ain't playin' games, homey, so get it right\n'Cause I 'get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I tore up under city lights\n\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\nYo, yo, I dropped to 95, now I'm on 95\nSouth and the dirty been ridin' dirty since Dirty died\nI gets it early, my nigga, heard me, I'm certified\nAnd when I ride, I'm with Reggie Noble, New Jersey Drive\n\nI make it happen, homey, I take you back when I was wearin' ponies\nAnd them older niggas was snappin' on me\nHow many rappers know me? I know what cash own\nFace it, this game I take it in holy matrimony\n\nAnd now can't nothin' hold me, I fucks with UGK\nSome dudes is more like Kobe, I'm more like Rudy Ray\nYou either in it pimpin' or you just in the way\nI love this life that I'm livin', your shit can end today\n\nTwo things to know about me, I guess, I'll never change\nAnd keep this money like Southern Cali, and never rain\nAnd I ain't playin' games wit ya, so get it right\nAnd I get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\nFor the king of the trill is up in this bitch\nHe dropped the top but I get the switch\nYou see my level, he's tucked the stitch\nTexas, nigga, we getting rich\n\nFuck a hater, man, fuck a snitch\nG-Code nigga, we don't love the po-po\nNo more swag, now pass the dough, dough\nWe keep it super tight like pants in SoHo\n\nI'm 'bout my dough, hoe, so don't play with my bread\nMan, I be tryin' to stop the violence nowadays so it's dead\nI'm poppin' that trunk and grabbin' that chopper\nPuttin' that K to ya head\nI'd rather be layin' up in the bed with your baby and me gettin' head\n\nYeah, my Cadillac car is candy painted, drippin' like Bernadette\nMy steerin' wheel is woodgrain, I grip it and turn it quick\nI'm ridin' bowls, black with yellow stripes, like a Steeler\nAnd as far as the rims go, I'm an '84 dealer\n\nA slam peeler when I mash out in the Caddy\nLean it back up on the leather, man, and smokin' on a fatty\nThis UGK for life, if you ain't know you better get it right\nWhy? I get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\nUGK, Redman, Method Man in the fuckin' building, bitch\nThis is DJ Say What, comin' to you live from WKYA radio\nIt's about 95 degrees outside\nSo I know a lot of ass and toes are showin'\n\nBut right about now you're checkin' out\nThe new Red and Meth album\nThis is BO2, bitch","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.46] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[00:05.04] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[00:08.89] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[00:12.09] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[00:15.33] Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n[00:18.70] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[00:22.16] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[00:25.69] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[00:29.07] Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n[00:32.09] Yo, I'm rollin' in my ride, my eyes real chinky\n[00:35.94] Hit 145, buy like 12 twinkies\n[00:39.50] Today a good day, I know, don't jinx it\n[00:42.81] I 'Will' keep a 'Smith', just like Jada Pinkett\n[00:46.39] Baby, without blinkin', I do it my way\n[00:50.01] I shit on folks, the opposite of R K\n[00:53.32] I'm rude, pardon me, I'm too hood\n[00:56.10] Doc on your mind all the time, like New E.R.A.\n[01:00.03] Who am I? That nigga too fly\n[01:03.05] My mama gave birth on Continental Airlines\n[01:06.20] I ain't lyin', I'm back, boy, you hit the backboard\n[01:10.22] I'm all swish, make a memo on your blackboard\n[01:13.92] This class here, nigga, is for the underground\n[01:17.25] UGK, Doc and Meth, lockin' the summer down\n[01:20.62] And I ain't playin' games, homey, so get it right\n[01:23.96] 'Cause I 'get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n[01:27.40] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:30.79] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:34.15] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:37.68] Tore up under city lights, I tore up under city lights\n[01:41.29] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:44.45] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:47.84] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:51.24] Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n[01:54.34] Yo, yo, I dropped to 95, now I'm on 95\n[01:58.34] South and the dirty been ridin' dirty since Dirty died\n[02:01.58] I gets it early, my nigga, heard me, I'm certified\n[02:05.04] And when I ride, I'm with Reggie Noble, New Jersey Drive\n[02:08.51] I make it happen, homey, I take you back when I was wearin' ponies\n[02:12.77] And them older niggas was snappin' on me\n[02:15.52] How many rappers know me? I know what cash own\n[02:19.02] Face it, this game I take it in holy matrimony\n[02:22.45] And now can't nothin' hold me, I fucks with UGK\n[02:25.86] Some dudes is more like Kobe, I'm more like Rudy Ray\n[02:29.17] You either in it pimpin' or you just in the way\n[02:32.59] I love this life that I'm livin', your shit can end today\n[02:35.88] Two things to know about me, I guess, I'll never change\n[02:39.52] And keep this money like Southern Cali, and never rain\n[02:42.92] And I ain't playin' games wit ya, so get it right\n[02:46.28] And I get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n[02:49.88] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[02:53.00] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[02:56.70] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[02:59.96] Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n[03:03.43] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[03:07.06] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[03:10.22] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[03:13.65] Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n[03:16.95] For the king of the trill is up in this bitch\n[03:18.68] He dropped the top but I get the switch\n[03:20.47] You see my level, he's tucked the stitch\n[03:22.16] Texas, nigga, we getting rich\n[03:23.87] Fuck a hater, man, fuck a snitch\n[03:25.66] G-Code nigga, we don't love the po-po\n[03:27.32] No more swag, now pass the dough, dough\n[03:29.11] We keep it super tight like pants in SoHo\n[03:30.75] I'm 'bout my dough, hoe, so don't play with my bread\n[03:33.44] Man, I be tryin' to stop the violence nowadays so it's dead\n[03:36.98] I'm poppin' that trunk and grabbin' that chopper\n[03:38.85] Puttin' that K to ya head\n[03:40.49] I'd rather be layin' up in the bed with your baby and me gettin' head\n[03:43.82] Yeah, my Cadillac car is candy painted, drippin' like Bernadette\n[03:48.08] My steerin' wheel is woodgrain, I grip it and turn it quick\n[03:51.43] I'm ridin' bowls, black with yellow stripes, like a Steeler\n[03:54.88] And as far as the rims go, I'm an '84 dealer\n[03:58.25] A slam peeler when I mash out in the Caddy\n[04:01.43] Lean it back up on the leather, man, and smokin' on a fatty\n[04:04.87] This UGK for life, if you ain't know you better get it right\n[04:08.57] Why? 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That nigga too fly\nMy mama gave birth on Continental Airlines\nI ain't lyin', I'm back, boy, you hit the backboard\nI'm all swish, make a memo on your blackboard\n\nThis class here, nigga, is for the underground\nUGK, Doc and Meth, lockin' the summer down\nAnd I ain't playin' games, homey, so get it right\n'Cause I 'get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I tore up under city lights\n\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\nYo, yo, I dropped to 95, now I'm on 95\nSouth and the dirty been ridin' dirty since Dirty died\nI gets it early, my nigga, heard me, I'm certified\nAnd when I ride, I'm with Reggie Noble, New Jersey Drive\n\nI make it happen, homey, I take you back when I was wearin' ponies\nAnd them older niggas was snappin' on me\nHow many rappers know me? I know what cash own\nFace it, this game I take it in holy matrimony\n\nAnd now can't nothin' hold me, I fucks with UGK\nSome dudes is more like Kobe, I'm more like Rudy Ray\nYou either in it pimpin' or you just in the way\nI love this life that I'm livin', your shit can end today\n\nTwo things to know about me, I guess, I'll never change\nAnd keep this money like Southern Cali, and never rain\nAnd I ain't playin' games wit ya, so get it right\nAnd I get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\nFor the king of the trill is up in this bitch\nHe dropped the top but I get the switch\nYou see my level, he's tucked the stitch\nTexas, nigga, we getting rich\n\nFuck a hater, man, fuck a snitch\nG-Code nigga, we don't love the po-po\nNo more swag, now pass the dough, dough\nWe keep it super tight like pants in SoHo\n\nI'm 'bout my dough, hoe, so don't play with my bread\nMan, I be tryin' to stop the violence nowadays so it's dead\nI'm poppin' that trunk and grabbin' that chopper\nPuttin' that K to ya head\nI'd rather be layin' up in the bed with your baby and me gettin' head\n\nYeah, my Cadillac car is candy painted, drippin' like Bernadette\nMy steerin' wheel is woodgrain, I grip it and turn it quick\nI'm ridin' bowls, black with yellow stripes, like a Steeler\nAnd as far as the rims go, I'm an '84 dealer\n\nA slam peeler when I mash out in the Caddy\nLean it back up on the leather, man, and smokin' on a fatty\nThis UGK for life, if you ain't know you better get it right\nWhy? I get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\nI get tore, I get tore up under city lights\nTore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\nUGK, Redman, Method Man in the fuckin' building, bitch\nThis is DJ Say What, comin' to you live from WKYA radio\nIt's about 95 degrees outside\nSo I know a lot of ass and toes are showin'\n\nBut right about now you're checkin' out\nThe new Red and Meth album\nThis is BO2, bitch","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.46] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[00:05.04] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[00:08.89] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[00:12.09] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[00:15.33] Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n[00:18.70] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[00:22.16] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[00:25.69] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[00:29.07] Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n[00:32.09] Yo, I'm rollin' in my ride, my eyes real chinky\n[00:35.94] Hit 145, buy like 12 twinkies\n[00:39.50] Today a good day, I know, don't jinx it\n[00:42.81] I 'Will' keep a 'Smith', just like Jada Pinkett\n[00:46.39] Baby, without blinkin', I do it my way\n[00:50.01] I shit on folks, the opposite of R K\n[00:53.32] I'm rude, pardon me, I'm too hood\n[00:56.10] Doc on your mind all the time, like New E.R.A.\n[01:00.03] Who am I? That nigga too fly\n[01:03.05] My mama gave birth on Continental Airlines\n[01:06.20] I ain't lyin', I'm back, boy, you hit the backboard\n[01:10.22] I'm all swish, make a memo on your blackboard\n[01:13.92] This class here, nigga, is for the underground\n[01:17.25] UGK, Doc and Meth, lockin' the summer down\n[01:20.62] And I ain't playin' games, homey, so get it right\n[01:23.96] 'Cause I 'get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n[01:27.40] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:30.79] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:34.15] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:37.68] Tore up under city lights, I tore up under city lights\n[01:41.29] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:44.45] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:47.84] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[01:51.24] Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n[01:54.34] Yo, yo, I dropped to 95, now I'm on 95\n[01:58.34] South and the dirty been ridin' dirty since Dirty died\n[02:01.58] I gets it early, my nigga, heard me, I'm certified\n[02:05.04] And when I ride, I'm with Reggie Noble, New Jersey Drive\n[02:08.51] I make it happen, homey, I take you back when I was wearin' ponies\n[02:12.77] And them older niggas was snappin' on me\n[02:15.52] How many rappers know me? I know what cash own\n[02:19.02] Face it, this game I take it in holy matrimony\n[02:22.45] And now can't nothin' hold me, I fucks with UGK\n[02:25.86] Some dudes is more like Kobe, I'm more like Rudy Ray\n[02:29.17] You either in it pimpin' or you just in the way\n[02:32.59] I love this life that I'm livin', your shit can end today\n[02:35.88] Two things to know about me, I guess, I'll never change\n[02:39.52] And keep this money like Southern Cali, and never rain\n[02:42.92] And I ain't playin' games wit ya, so get it right\n[02:46.28] And I get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n[02:49.88] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[02:53.00] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[02:56.70] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[02:59.96] Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n[03:03.43] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[03:07.06] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[03:10.22] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[03:13.65] Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n[03:16.95] For the king of the trill is up in this bitch\n[03:18.68] He dropped the top but I get the switch\n[03:20.47] You see my level, he's tucked the stitch\n[03:22.16] Texas, nigga, we getting rich\n[03:23.87] Fuck a hater, man, fuck a snitch\n[03:25.66] G-Code nigga, we don't love the po-po\n[03:27.32] No more swag, now pass the dough, dough\n[03:29.11] We keep it super tight like pants in SoHo\n[03:30.75] I'm 'bout my dough, hoe, so don't play with my bread\n[03:33.44] Man, I be tryin' to stop the violence nowadays so it's dead\n[03:36.98] I'm poppin' that trunk and grabbin' that chopper\n[03:38.85] Puttin' that K to ya head\n[03:40.49] I'd rather be layin' up in the bed with your baby and me gettin' head\n[03:43.82] Yeah, my Cadillac car is candy painted, drippin' like Bernadette\n[03:48.08] My steerin' wheel is woodgrain, I grip it and turn it quick\n[03:51.43] I'm ridin' bowls, black with yellow stripes, like a Steeler\n[03:54.88] And as far as the rims go, I'm an '84 dealer\n[03:58.25] A slam peeler when I mash out in the Caddy\n[04:01.43] Lean it back up on the leather, man, and smokin' on a fatty\n[04:04.87] This UGK for life, if you ain't know you better get it right\n[04:08.57] Why? I get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n[04:12.15] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[04:15.36] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[04:18.96] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[04:22.06] Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n[04:25.76] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[04:28.92] Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n[04:32.59] I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n[04:35.83] Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n[04:41.15] UGK, Redman, Method Man in the fuckin' building, bitch\n[04:45.34] This is DJ Say What, comin' to you live from WKYA radio\n[04:50.89] It's about 95 degrees outside\n[04:53.13] So I know a lot of ass and toes are showin'\n[04:56.32] But right about now you're checkin' out\n[04:58.54] The new Red and Meth album\n[04:59.90] This is BO2, bitch\n[05:02.18] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: City Lights (feat. 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I get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n  start_ms: 248570\n  end_ms: 252150\n- text: I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  start_ms: 252150\n  end_ms: 255360\n- text: Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n  start_ms: 255360\n  end_ms: 258960\n- text: I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  start_ms: 258960\n  end_ms: 262060\n- text: Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n  start_ms: 262060\n  end_ms: 265760\n- text: I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  start_ms: 265760\n  end_ms: 268920\n- text: Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n  start_ms: 268920\n  end_ms: 272590\n- text: I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  start_ms: 272590\n  end_ms: 275830\n- text: Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n  start_ms: 275830\n  end_ms: 281150\n- text: UGK, Redman, Method Man in the fuckin' building, bitch\n  start_ms: 281150\n  end_ms: 285340\n- text: This is DJ Say What, comin' to you live from WKYA radio\n  start_ms: 285340\n  end_ms: 290890\n- text: It's about 95 degrees outside\n  start_ms: 290890\n  end_ms: 293130\n- text: So I know a lot of ass and toes are showin'\n  start_ms: 293130\n  end_ms: 296320\n- text: But right about now you're checkin' out\n  start_ms: 296320\n  end_ms: 298540\n- text: The new Red and Meth album\n  start_ms: 298540\n  end_ms: 299900\n- text: This is BO2, bitch\n  start_ms: 299900\n  end_ms: 302180\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 302180\nplain: |-\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\n  Yo, I'm rollin' in my ride, my eyes real chinky\n  Hit 145, buy like 12 twinkies\n  Today a good day, I know, don't jinx it\n  I 'Will' keep a 'Smith', just like Jada Pinkett\n\n  Baby, without blinkin', I do it my way\n  I shit on folks, the opposite of R K\n  I'm rude, pardon me, I'm too hood\n  Doc on your mind all the time, like New E.R.A.\n\n  Who am I? That nigga too fly\n  My mama gave birth on Continental Airlines\n  I ain't lyin', I'm back, boy, you hit the backboard\n  I'm all swish, make a memo on your blackboard\n\n  This class here, nigga, is for the underground\n  UGK, Doc and Meth, lockin' the summer down\n  And I ain't playin' games, homey, so get it right\n  'Cause I 'get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I tore up under city lights\n\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\n  Yo, yo, I dropped to 95, now I'm on 95\n  South and the dirty been ridin' dirty since Dirty died\n  I gets it early, my nigga, heard me, I'm certified\n  And when I ride, I'm with Reggie Noble, New Jersey Drive\n\n  I make it happen, homey, I take you back when I was wearin' ponies\n  And them older niggas was snappin' on me\n  How many rappers know me? I know what cash own\n  Face it, this game I take it in holy matrimony\n\n  And now can't nothin' hold me, I fucks with UGK\n  Some dudes is more like Kobe, I'm more like Rudy Ray\n  You either in it pimpin' or you just in the way\n  I love this life that I'm livin', your shit can end today\n\n  Two things to know about me, I guess, I'll never change\n  And keep this money like Southern Cali, and never rain\n  And I ain't playin' games wit ya, so get it right\n  And I get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\n  For the king of the trill is up in this bitch\n  He dropped the top but I get the switch\n  You see my level, he's tucked the stitch\n  Texas, nigga, we getting rich\n\n  Fuck a hater, man, fuck a snitch\n  G-Code nigga, we don't love the po-po\n  No more swag, now pass the dough, dough\n  We keep it super tight like pants in SoHo\n\n  I'm 'bout my dough, hoe, so don't play with my bread\n  Man, I be tryin' to stop the violence nowadays so it's dead\n  I'm poppin' that trunk and grabbin' that chopper\n  Puttin' that K to ya head\n  I'd rather be layin' up in the bed with your baby and me gettin' head\n\n  Yeah, my Cadillac car is candy painted, drippin' like Bernadette\n  My steerin' wheel is woodgrain, I grip it and turn it quick\n  I'm ridin' bowls, black with yellow stripes, like a Steeler\n  And as far as the rims go, I'm an '84 dealer\n\n  A slam peeler when I mash out in the Caddy\n  Lean it back up on the leather, man, and smokin' on a fatty\n  This UGK for life, if you ain't know you better get it right\n  Why? I get tore, I get tore up' under city lights\n\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights\n  I get tore, I get tore up under city lights\n  Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights\n\n  UGK, Redman, Method Man in the fuckin' building, bitch\n  This is DJ Say What, comin' to you live from WKYA radio\n  It's about 95 degrees outside\n  So I know a lot of ass and toes are showin'\n\n  But right about now you're checkin' out\n  The new Red and Meth album\n  This is BO2, bitch\n"}]