[{"id":21499778,"name":"Hippa to da Hoppa","trackName":"Hippa to da Hoppa","artistName":"Ol’ Dirty Bastard","albumName":"Free to Be Dirty","duration":148.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My beats are slammin...\n\nOne:\n\nMy beats are slammin from the rugged programming\nMy man Bob Marley hey my man I'm Jammin\nYou could never touch the stamina, while I'm rammin the\nHip-hop crowd makes me rrrah rrrah rrrah\nOther MC's got flipped with the ease\nBeggin me for burnt cigar, stop the music please\nNo, cause I'm a PRO, rap to the conVO\nMake a crowd say HOE, at a strip SHOW\nRepresent, my name is Ason, keep calm\nRhyme's too smoky, funky like a stink bomb\nBoom! Blowin up niggaz better than pullin the trigger\nSo you betta run for covah!\nNiggaz better loosen they ass, felt the glass\nA forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo pass!\nWoooh-woooh-woooh! I sweat it live\nMC gonna live God? No, the nigga die\nThe max-imum of MC's are populating\nThe min-imum of those MC's are dominating\nNow all and together now, to what what who?\nRhymes come stinky like a girl's poo-poo\n\nHippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa Two:\n\nAhh shit, here I go once again\nRhymes get shitty from the time that I spend\nI come old like toe fungus mold\nAsk my grand-pop pop duke gave my soul\nThen I came with that old Al Green shit\nSaaa-die, taught me the ballisitc\nI get you blurry in your eye with a high note\nDown, to the Brownsville, oops you got smoked\nThe shit I'm droppin is stinkin up your area\nWhen I shoot it through like a messanger carrier\nI keep my breath smellin like shit so I can get\nFUNKY, baby I'm not havin it\n\n2X\n\nHelp master! *battle ensues*\nDragon-fist!\nHorse-fist!\nBastard, I didn't know who you were","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.91] My beats are slammin...\n[00:02.44] One:\n[00:04.80] My beats are slammin from the rugged programming\n[00:06.94] My man Bob Marley hey my man I'm Jammin\n[00:09.12] You could never touch the stamina, while I'm rammin the\n[00:12.17] Hip-hop crowd makes me rrrah rrrah rrrah\n[00:14.81] Other MC's got flipped with the ease\n[00:17.23] Beggin me for burnt cigar, stop the music please\n[00:19.62] No, cause I'm a PRO, rap to the conVO\n[00:22.03] Make a crowd say HOE, at a strip SHOW\n[00:24.41] Represent, my name is Ason, keep calm\n[00:27.24] Rhyme's too smoky, funky like a stink bomb\n[00:30.68] Boom! Blowin up niggaz better than pullin the trigger\n[00:33.00] So you betta run for covah!\n[00:35.28] Niggaz better loosen they ass, felt the glass\n[00:37.08] A forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo pass!\n[00:39.45] Woooh-woooh-woooh! I sweat it live\n[00:41.54] MC gonna live God? No, the nigga die\n[00:44.39] The max-imum of MC's are populating\n[00:47.04] The min-imum of those MC's are dominating\n[00:49.51] Now all and together now, to what what who?\n[00:51.69] Rhymes come stinky like a girl's poo-poo\n[00:54.55] Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa Two:\n[01:04.52] Ahh shit, here I go once again\n[01:08.72] Rhymes get shitty from the time that I spend\n[01:11.84] I come old like toe fungus mold\n[01:14.68] Ask my grand-pop pop duke gave my soul\n[01:16.85] Then I came with that old Al Green shit\n[01:19.49] Saaa-die, taught me the ballisitc\n[01:22.34] I get you blurry in your eye with a high note\n[01:25.04] Down, to the Brownsville, oops you got smoked\n[01:27.29] The shit I'm droppin is stinkin up your area\n[01:29.49] When I shoot it through like a messanger carrier\n[01:31.65] I keep my breath smellin like shit so I can get\n[01:34.84] FUNKY, baby I'm not havin it\n[01:43.31] 2X\n[02:12.13] Help master! *battle ensues*\n[02:19.97] Dragon-fist!\n[02:20.55] Horse-fist!\n[02:20.96] Bastard, I didn't know who you were\n[02:27.00] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Hippa to da Hoppa\n artist: Ol’ Dirty Bastard\n album: Free to Be Dirty\n duration_ms: 148000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: My beats are slammin...\n start_ms: 910\n end_ms: 2440\n- text: 'One:'\n start_ms: 2440\n end_ms: 4800\n- text: My beats are slammin from the rugged programming\n start_ms: 4800\n end_ms: 6940\n- text: My man Bob Marley hey my man I'm Jammin\n start_ms: 6940\n end_ms: 9120\n- text: You could never touch the stamina, while I'm rammin the\n start_ms: 9120\n end_ms: 12170\n- text: Hip-hop crowd makes me rrrah rrrah rrrah\n start_ms: 12170\n end_ms: 14810\n- text: Other MC's got flipped with the ease\n start_ms: 14810\n end_ms: 17230\n- text: Beggin me for burnt cigar, stop the music please\n start_ms: 17230\n end_ms: 19620\n- text: No, cause I'm a PRO, rap to the conVO\n start_ms: 19620\n end_ms: 22030\n- text: Make a crowd say HOE, at a strip SHOW\n start_ms: 22030\n end_ms: 24410\n- text: Represent, my name is Ason, keep calm\n start_ms: 24410\n end_ms: 27240\n- text: Rhyme's too smoky, funky like a stink bomb\n start_ms: 27240\n end_ms: 30680\n- text: Boom! 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No, the nigga die\n start_ms: 41540\n end_ms: 44390\n- text: The max-imum of MC's are populating\n start_ms: 44390\n end_ms: 47040\n- text: The min-imum of those MC's are dominating\n start_ms: 47040\n end_ms: 49510\n- text: Now all and together now, to what what who?\n start_ms: 49510\n end_ms: 51690\n- text: Rhymes come stinky like a girl's poo-poo\n start_ms: 51690\n end_ms: 54550\n- text: 'Hippa to da hoppa and you just don''t stoppa Two:'\n start_ms: 54550\n end_ms: 64520\n- text: Ahh shit, here I go once again\n start_ms: 64520\n end_ms: 68720\n- text: Rhymes get shitty from the time that I spend\n start_ms: 68720\n end_ms: 71840\n- text: I come old like toe fungus mold\n start_ms: 71840\n end_ms: 74680\n- text: Ask my grand-pop pop duke gave my soul\n start_ms: 74680\n end_ms: 76850\n- text: Then I came with that old Al Green shit\n start_ms: 76850\n end_ms: 79490\n- text: Saaa-die, taught me the ballisitc\n start_ms: 79490\n end_ms: 82340\n- text: I get you blurry in your eye with a high note\n start_ms: 82340\n end_ms: 85040\n- text: Down, to the Brownsville, oops you got smoked\n start_ms: 85040\n end_ms: 87290\n- text: The shit I'm droppin is stinkin up your area\n start_ms: 87290\n end_ms: 89490\n- text: When I shoot it through like a messanger carrier\n start_ms: 89490\n end_ms: 91650\n- text: I keep my breath smellin like shit so I can get\n start_ms: 91650\n end_ms: 94840\n- text: FUNKY, baby I'm not havin it\n start_ms: 94840\n end_ms: 103310\n- text: 2X\n start_ms: 103310\n end_ms: 132130\n- text: Help master! *battle ensues*\n start_ms: 132130\n end_ms: 139970\n- text: Dragon-fist!\n start_ms: 139970\n end_ms: 140550\n- text: Horse-fist!\n start_ms: 140550\n end_ms: 140960\n- text: Bastard, I didn't know who you were\n start_ms: 140960\n end_ms: 147000\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 147000\nplain: |-\n My beats are slammin...\n\n One:\n\n My beats are slammin from the rugged programming\n My man Bob Marley hey my man I'm Jammin\n You could never touch the stamina, while I'm rammin the\n Hip-hop crowd makes me rrrah rrrah rrrah\n Other MC's got flipped with the ease\n Beggin me for burnt cigar, stop the music please\n No, cause I'm a PRO, rap to the conVO\n Make a crowd say HOE, at a strip SHOW\n Represent, my name is Ason, keep calm\n Rhyme's too smoky, funky like a stink bomb\n Boom! Blowin up niggaz better than pullin the trigger\n So you betta run for covah!\n Niggaz better loosen they ass, felt the glass\n A forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo pass!\n Woooh-woooh-woooh! I sweat it live\n MC gonna live God? No, the nigga die\n The max-imum of MC's are populating\n The min-imum of those MC's are dominating\n Now all and together now, to what what who?\n Rhymes come stinky like a girl's poo-poo\n\n Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa Two:\n\n Ahh shit, here I go once again\n Rhymes get shitty from the time that I spend\n I come old like toe fungus mold\n Ask my grand-pop pop duke gave my soul\n Then I came with that old Al Green shit\n Saaa-die, taught me the ballisitc\n I get you blurry in your eye with a high note\n Down, to the Brownsville, oops you got smoked\n The shit I'm droppin is stinkin up your area\n When I shoot it through like a messanger carrier\n I keep my breath smellin like shit so I can get\n FUNKY, baby I'm not havin it\n\n 2X\n\n Help master! *battle ensues*\n Dragon-fist!\n Horse-fist!\n Bastard, I didn't know who you were\n"},{"id":1068791,"name":"Hippa to da Hoppa","trackName":"Hippa to da Hoppa","artistName":"Ol' Dirty Bastard","albumName":"Return to the 36 Chambers: The Dirty Version","duration":182.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My beats are slammin'\nMy beats are slammin' from the rugged programming\nMy man Bob Marley hey my man I'm Jammin'\nYou could never touch the stamina, while I'm rammin' the\nHip-hop crowd makes me rah rah rah\nOther MC's got flipped with the ease\nBeggin' me for burnt cigar, stop the music please\nNo, 'cause I'm a pro, rap to the convo'\nMake a crowd say ho, at a strip show\nRepresent, my name is Ason, keep calm\nRhyme's too smoky, funky like a stink bomb\nBoom! Blowin' up niggas better than pullin' the trigger\nSo you betta' run for cover!\nNiggas better loosen they ass, felt the glass\nA forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo pass!\nOoh ooh ooh I sweat it live\nMC gonna live God? No, the nigga die\nThe maximum of MC's are populating\nThe minimum of those MC's are dominating\nNow all and together now, to what what who?\nRhymes come stinky like a girl's poo-poo\nHippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa\nHippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa\nAh shit, here I go once again\nRhymes get shitty from the time that I spend\nI come old like toe fungus mold\nAsk my grand-pop pop duke gave my soul\nThen I came with that old Al Green shit\nSaaa-die, taught me the ballistic\nI get you blurry in your eye with a high note\nDown, to the Brownsville, oops you got smoked\nThe shit I'm droppin' is stinkin' up your area\nWhen I shoot it through like a messenger carrier\nI keep my breath smellin' like shit so I can get\nFunky, baby I'm not havin' it\nHippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa\nHippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa\nHippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa\nHippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.72] My beats are slammin'\n[00:07.48] My beats are slammin' from the rugged programming\n[00:10.01] My man Bob Marley hey my man I'm Jammin'\n[00:12.65] You could never touch the stamina, while I'm rammin' the\n[00:15.22] Hip-hop crowd makes me rah rah rah\n[00:17.69] Other MC's got flipped with the ease\n[00:19.87] Beggin' me for burnt cigar, stop the music please\n[00:22.49] No, 'cause I'm a pro, rap to the convo'\n[00:25.16] Make a crowd say ho, at a strip show\n[00:27.56] Represent, my name is Ason, keep calm\n[00:30.07] Rhyme's too smoky, funky like a stink bomb\n[00:32.46] Boom! Blowin' up niggas better than pullin' the trigger\n[00:35.47] So you betta' run for cover!\n[00:37.52] Niggas better loosen they ass, felt the glass\n[00:40.15] A forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo pass!\n[00:43.04] Ooh ooh ooh I sweat it live\n[00:45.32] MC gonna live God? 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Blowin' up niggas better than pullin' the trigger\n So you betta' run for cover!\n Niggas better loosen they ass, felt the glass\n A forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo pass!\n Ooh ooh ooh I sweat it live\n MC gonna live God? No, the nigga die\n The maximum of MC's are populating\n The minimum of those MC's are dominating\n Now all and together now, to what what who?\n Rhymes come stinky like a girl's poo-poo\n Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa\n Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa\n Ah shit, here I go once again\n Rhymes get shitty from the time that I spend\n I come old like toe fungus mold\n Ask my grand-pop pop duke gave my soul\n Then I came with that old Al Green shit\n Saaa-die, taught me the ballistic\n I get you blurry in your eye with a high note\n Down, to the Brownsville, oops you got smoked\n The shit I'm droppin' is stinkin' up your area\n When I shoot it through like a messenger carrier\n I keep my breath smellin' like shit so I can get\n Funky, baby I'm not havin' it\n Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa\n Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa\n Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa\n Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa\n"},{"id":32156130,"name":"Hippa to da Hoppa","trackName":"Hippa to da Hoppa","artistName":"Ol’ Dirty Bastard","albumName":"Return to the 36 Chambers: The Dirty Version","duration":235.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My beats are slammin...\n\nOne:\n\nMy beats are slammin from the rugged programming\nMy man Bob Marley hey my man I'm Jammin\nYou could never touch the stamina, while I'm rammin the\nHip-hop crowd makes me rrrah rrrah rrrah\nOther MC's got flipped with the ease\nBeggin me for burnt cigar, stop the music please\nNo, cause I'm a PRO, rap to the conVO\nMake a crowd say HOE, at a strip SHOW\nRepresent, my name is Ason, keep calm\nRhyme's too smoky, funky like a stink bomb\nBoom! Blowin up niggaz better than pullin the trigger\nSo you betta run for covah!\nNiggaz better loosen they ass, felt the glass\nA forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo pass!\nWoooh-woooh-woooh! I sweat it live\nMC gonna live God? 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Blowin up niggaz better than pullin the trigger\n So you betta run for covah!\n Niggaz better loosen they ass, felt the glass\n A forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo pass!\n Woooh-woooh-woooh! I sweat it live\n MC gonna live God? 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Blowin up niggaz better than pullin the trigger\nSo you betta run for covah!\nNiggaz better loosen they ass, felt the glass\nA forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo pass!\nWoooh-woooh-woooh! I sweat it live\nMC gonna live God? 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Blowin up niggaz better than pullin the trigger\n So you betta run for covah!\n Niggaz better loosen they ass, felt the glass\n A forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo pass!\n Woooh-woooh-woooh! I sweat it live\n MC gonna live God? 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Blowin up niggaz better than pullin the trigger\nSo you betta run for covah!\nNiggaz better loosen they ass, felt the glass\nA forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo pass!\nWoooh-woooh-woooh! I sweat it live\nMC gonna live God? 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Blowin up niggaz better than pullin the trigger\n So you betta run for covah!\n Niggaz better loosen they ass, felt the glass\n A forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo pass!\n Woooh-woooh-woooh! I sweat it live\n MC gonna live God? 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Blowin up niggaz better than pullin the trigger\nSo you betta run for covah!\nNiggaz better loosen they ass, felt the glass\nA forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo pass!\nWoooh-woooh-woooh! I sweat it live\nMC gonna live God? 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Blowin up niggaz better than pullin the trigger\n So you betta run for covah!\n Niggaz better loosen they ass, felt the glass\n A forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo pass!\n Woooh-woooh-woooh! I sweat it live\n MC gonna live God? 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Blowin up niggaz better than pullin the trigger\nSo you betta run for covah!\nNiggaz better loosen they ass, felt the glass\nA forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo pass!\nWoooh-woooh-woooh! I sweat it live\nMC gonna live God? 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Blowin up niggaz better than pullin the trigger\n[00:33.00] So you betta run for covah!\n[00:35.28] Niggaz better loosen they ass, felt the glass\n[00:37.08] A forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo pass!\n[00:39.45] Woooh-woooh-woooh! I sweat it live\n[00:41.54] MC gonna live God? 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Blowin up niggaz better than pullin the trigger\n start_ms: 30680\n end_ms: 33000\n- text: So you betta run for covah!\n start_ms: 33000\n end_ms: 35280\n- text: Niggaz better loosen they ass, felt the glass\n start_ms: 35280\n end_ms: 37080\n- text: A forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo pass!\n start_ms: 37080\n end_ms: 39450\n- text: Woooh-woooh-woooh! I sweat it live\n start_ms: 39450\n end_ms: 41540\n- text: MC gonna live God? 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Blowin up niggaz better than pullin the trigger\n So you betta run for covah!\n Niggaz better loosen they ass, felt the glass\n A forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo pass!\n Woooh-woooh-woooh! I sweat it live\n MC gonna live God? 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Blowin up niggaz better than pullin the trigger\nSo you betta run for covah!\nNiggaz better loosen they ass, felt the glass\nA forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo pass!\nWoooh-woooh-woooh! I sweat it live\nMC gonna live God? 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Blowin up niggaz better than pullin the trigger\n So you betta run for covah!\n Niggaz better loosen they ass, felt the glass\n A forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo pass!\n Woooh-woooh-woooh! I sweat it live\n MC gonna live God? 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Blowin up niggaz better than pullin the trigger\nSo you betta run for covah!\nNiggaz better loosen they ass, felt the glass\nA forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo pass!\nWoooh-woooh-woooh! I sweat it live\nMC gonna live God? 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Blowin up niggaz better than pullin the trigger\n So you betta run for covah!\n Niggaz better loosen they ass, felt the glass\n A forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo pass!\n Woooh-woooh-woooh! I sweat it live\n MC gonna live God? 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Blowin up niggaz better than pullin the trigger\nSo you betta run for covah!\nNiggaz better loosen they ass, felt the glass\nA forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo pass!\nWoooh-woooh-woooh! I sweat it live\nMC gonna live God? 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Blowin up niggaz better than pullin the trigger\n So you betta run for covah!\n Niggaz better loosen they ass, felt the glass\n A forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo pass!\n Woooh-woooh-woooh! I sweat it live\n MC gonna live God? 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Blowin up niggaz better than pullin the trigger\nSo you betta run for covah!\nNiggaz better loosen they ass, felt the glass\nA forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo pass!\nWoooh-woooh-woooh! I sweat it live\nMC gonna live God? 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Blowin up niggaz better than pullin the trigger\n[00:33.00] So you betta run for covah!\n[00:35.28] Niggaz better loosen they ass, felt the glass\n[00:37.08] A forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo pass!\n[00:39.45] Woooh-woooh-woooh! I sweat it live\n[00:41.54] MC gonna live God? 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Blowin up niggaz better than pullin the trigger\n So you betta run for covah!\n Niggaz better loosen they ass, felt the glass\n A forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo pass!\n Woooh-woooh-woooh! I sweat it live\n MC gonna live God? 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Blowin up niggaz better than pullin the trigger\nSo you betta run for covah!\nNiggaz better loosen they ass, felt the glass\nA forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo pass!\nWoooh-woooh-woooh! I sweat it live\nMC gonna live God? 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Blowin up niggaz better than pullin the trigger\n So you betta run for covah!\n Niggaz better loosen they ass, felt the glass\n A forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo pass!\n Woooh-woooh-woooh! I sweat it live\n MC gonna live God? 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Blowin up niggaz better than pullin the trigger\nSo you betta run for covah!\nNiggaz better loosen they ass, felt the glass\nA forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo pass!\nWoooh-woooh-woooh! I sweat it live\nMC gonna live God? 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Blowin up niggaz better than pullin the trigger\n So you betta run for covah!\n Niggaz better loosen they ass, felt the glass\n A forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo pass!\n Woooh-woooh-woooh! I sweat it live\n MC gonna live God? 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Blowin up niggaz better than pullin the trigger\nSo you betta run for covah!\nNiggaz better loosen they ass, felt the glass\nA forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo pass!\nWoooh-woooh-woooh! I sweat it live\nMC gonna live God? 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Blowin up niggaz better than pullin the trigger\n So you betta run for covah!\n Niggaz better loosen they ass, felt the glass\n A forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo pass!\n Woooh-woooh-woooh! I sweat it live\n MC gonna live God? 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Blowin up niggaz better than pullin the trigger\nSo you betta run for covah!\nNiggaz better loosen they ass, felt the glass\nA forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo pass!\nWoooh-woooh-woooh! I sweat it live\nMC gonna live God? 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Blowin up niggaz better than pullin the trigger\nSo you betta run for covah!\nNiggaz better loosen they ass, felt the glass\nA forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo pass!\nWoooh-woooh-woooh! I sweat it live\nMC gonna live God? 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Blowin up niggaz better than pullin the trigger\n So you betta run for covah!\n Niggaz better loosen they ass, felt the glass\n A forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo pass!\n Woooh-woooh-woooh! I sweat it live\n MC gonna live God? 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