[{"id":16694279,"name":"Gold","trackName":"Gold","artistName":"Nice & Smooth","albumName":"Nice & Smooth","duration":163.226667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Greg Nice]\nG-O-L-D gold and I've been told\nIt's too hot to hold you can get it sold\nIn the summer heat in the winter cold\nFourteen karat gold won't mold, now\nBust the sketch that I'm about to tell\nI saw a dookie rope downtown on sale\nWas it Wall Street or was it Canal?\nAnyway I'm steppin out in style\nYo fellas there's a treasure trunk (where?) Up in the attic\n(You mean Johnson-ohnson-on?)No-no-no-no, twenty-four karat\n(How we get it?)What you mean we?(Aiyyo man you changed)\nBut around my neck, I got the rope chain\nIt's Greg Nice and I'm gonna go far\nI get my hair cut, at the Superstar\nWe're talkin bout G-O-L-D G-O-L-D G-O-L-D G-O-L-D\n\n[Smooth Bee]\nG-O-L-D gold I'm twenty-two years old\nAnd uhh, I never fold, I'm livin my role\nAs a diplomat, and my pockets are fat\nMy rings are eighteen karat skeezer, and it's like that\nWent to the jeweler, had a fifty G budget\nBought a turkish rope, a medallion made of nuggets\nYou can look, you can touch it, but don't smudge it\nMilky, milky, I'm so silky\nI met this cutie and her name was Judy\nJudy was top choice, had golden brown eyes\nDef lips, and fly thighs\nJet black hair, her complexion clear\nAnd her derriere, had savoire-faire\nBig gold teeth in her mouth\nMmmmmmmm - Judy was from down South\nShe had a warm heart, that could get real cold\nJudy was all about, G-O-L-D gold\n\n[Teddy Ted]\nNow, Teddy Ted, and I must prevail\nI buy my gold by the pennyweight scale\nOn Thursday I got a check in the mail\nI bought a solid gold 500 S-E-L\nI tour the world, my fortune untold\nOn the wheels of steel, sportin dookie gold\n\n[Nice & Smooth]\nWe're talkin bout G-O-L-D G-O-L-D G-O-L-D G-O-L-D\nG-O-L-D G-O-L-D G-O-L-D G-O-L-D\n\n[Greg Nice]\nWe like real gold, patent seal gold\n(Not like some gold) which is slum gold\nG-O-L-D gold, and I've been told\nIt's too hot to hold, you can get it sold\nJune Luv, was rockin the stupid gold\nScott LaRock, was rockin the stupid gold\nRed Alert, rocks, stupid gold\nChuck Chillout, rocks, stupid gold\nAnd Marl, rocks, stupid gold\nSpecial K, rocks, stupid gold\nSchoolly School, rocks, stupid gold\nHackensack, rocks, stupid gold\n(?), rocks, stupid gold\nBoogie Down Bronx, rocks, stupid gold\nJungle Brothers, rocks, stupid gold\nUltramagnetic, rocks. {\"feels so good\"\n{\"You'd better think!\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Gold\n  artist: Nice & Smooth\n  album: Nice & Smooth\n  duration_ms: 163227\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Greg Nice]\n  G-O-L-D gold and I've been told\n  It's too hot to hold you can get it sold\n  In the summer heat in the winter cold\n  Fourteen karat gold won't mold, now\n  Bust the sketch that I'm about to tell\n  I saw a dookie rope downtown on sale\n  Was it Wall Street or was it Canal?\n  Anyway I'm steppin out in style\n  Yo fellas there's a treasure trunk (where?) Up in the attic\n  (You mean Johnson-ohnson-on?)No-no-no-no, twenty-four karat\n  (How we get it?)What you mean we?(Aiyyo man you changed)\n  But around my neck, I got the rope chain\n  It's Greg Nice and I'm gonna go far\n  I get my hair cut, at the Superstar\n  We're talkin bout G-O-L-D G-O-L-D G-O-L-D G-O-L-D\n\n  [Smooth Bee]\n  G-O-L-D gold I'm twenty-two years old\n  And uhh, I never fold, I'm livin my role\n  As a diplomat, and my pockets are fat\n  My rings are eighteen karat skeezer, and it's like that\n  Went to the jeweler, had a fifty G budget\n  Bought a turkish rope, a medallion made of nuggets\n  You can look, you can touch it, but don't smudge it\n  Milky, milky, I'm so silky\n  I met this cutie and her name was Judy\n  Judy was top choice, had golden brown eyes\n  Def lips, and fly thighs\n  Jet black hair, her complexion clear\n  And her derriere, had savoire-faire\n  Big gold teeth in her mouth\n  Mmmmmmmm - Judy was from down South\n  She had a warm heart, that 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Slick Nick said Smooth you're startin' to slip\n[01:39.59] Time went on I started noticin' weight loss\n[01:41.65] Then I had to ask her was she ridin' the white horse\n[01:43.70] At first she said no, then she said yo\n[01:45.91] Smooth I'm sorry, but I keep havin' visions of snow\n[01:48.29] I need blow, and I said woah, little hottie\n[01:50.31] I'm not DeLorean, Gambino, or Gotti\n[01:52.63] I don't deal coke, and furthermore you're makin' me broke\n[01:55.61] I'll put you in a rehab and I won't tell your folks\n[01:58.34] And what do you know\n[01:59.55] In 18 months she came home and I let her back in\n[02:02.31] And now she's sniffin' again\n[02:03.92] Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick\n[02:08.13] Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick\n[02:12.55] Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick\n[02:17.12] Sometimes I rhyme slow and sometimes I rhyme quick\n[02:21.47] Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick\n[02:23.50] Sometimes I rhyme slow, 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