[{"id":25492944,"name":"Pop Shit","trackName":"Pop Shit","artistName":"Ol’ Dirty Bastard","albumName":"Free to Be Dirty","duration":206.657875,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Rest in peace, Ol' Dirty, see my name is the ODB\nThe, the, the, the, the Ol' Dirty Bastard\nWu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang\nRoc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella\"\nWu-Tang, Wu-Tang\n\nAs I pop, shots, as I pop, shots\nAs I pop, shots, as I pop, shots\n\n'86 was the year that it started\nCrack hit the states and my hood got to poppin'\nBack then, you had to catch it with narcotics\nWithout a doubt, Brooklyn had the hardest projects\n\nNowadays, if a nigga say you got it\nYou be sitting in the country with like 3 or 4 charges\nYoung when started but I had a talent\nTo get this past and drunk, cuz I took it as a challenge\nThe older niggas game me much as I can handle\n\nCop the eagle, started jackin' with the green New Balance shit\nI'm feelin' clean, I was only 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set\n[01:56.89] Niggas comin' up here, this is where the G's at\n[01:59.63] Look here, more money, more problems, my ass\n[02:02.00] You're a naive cat, if you still believe that, for real\n[02:05.16] That's a trick to try to keep you where you at\n[02:07.59] All content, while niggas ridin' Bentley's and Maybach\n[02:10.27] Think I'mma lay back, playa, forget it\n[02:12.69] First hundred G's, I see, nigga, I'm tryin' to flip it\n[02:14.84] And that's some real shit, not just a lyric\n[02:17.40] Drop a couple open cases, not too specific\n[02:20.11] Niggas out here tryin' to prove whose the realest\n[02:23.19] It's ok to pop shit, but come a little different\n[02:25.21] Tell 'em who the fuck I be the ODB\n[02:30.12] Tell 'em who the fuck I be\n[02:33.50] The, the, the Ol' Dirty Bastard\n[02:35.53] As I pop, shots, as I pop, shots\n[02:44.35] As I pop, shots, as I pop, shots\n[02:56.20] Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang\n[03:01.02] Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella\n[03:03.82] Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, see my name is the ODB\n[03:11.35] As I pop, shots, as I pop, shots\n[03:12.42] As I pop, shots, as I pop, shots\n[03:15.06] As I pop, shots, as I pop, shots\n[03:16.90] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Pop Shit\n artist: Ol’ Dirty Bastard\n album: Free to Be Dirty\n duration_ms: 206658\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Rest in peace, Ol' Dirty, see my name is the ODB\n start_ms: 2020\n end_ms: 9260\n- text: The, the, the, the, the Ol' Dirty Bastard\n start_ms: 9260\n end_ms: 12750\n- text: Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang\n start_ms: 12750\n end_ms: 14460\n- text: Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella\"\n start_ms: 14460\n end_ms: 20420\n- text: Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang\n start_ms: 20420\n end_ms: 21950\n- text: As I pop, shots, as I pop, shots\n start_ms: 21950\n end_ms: 31230\n- text: As I pop, shots, as I pop, shots\n start_ms: 31230\n end_ms: 41820\n- text: '''86 was the year that it started'\n start_ms: 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shots\n[02:56.20] Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang\n[03:01.02] Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella\n[03:03.82] Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, see my name is the ODB\n[03:11.35] As I pop, shots, as I pop, shots\n[03:12.42] As I pop, shots, as I pop, shots\n[03:15.06] As I pop, shots, as I pop, shots\n[03:16.90] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Pop Shit\n artist: Ol' Dirty Bastard\n album: 'Free To Be Dirty: Live!'\n duration_ms: 206707\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Rest in peace, Ol' Dirty, see my name is the ODB\n start_ms: 2020\n end_ms: 9260\n- text: The, the, the, the, the Ol' Dirty Bastard\n start_ms: 9260\n end_ms: 12750\n- text: Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang\n start_ms: 12750\n end_ms: 14460\n- text: Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella\"\n start_ms: 14460\n end_ms: 20420\n- text: Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang\n start_ms: 20420\n end_ms: 21950\n- text: As I pop, shots, as I pop, shots\n start_ms: 21950\n end_ms: 31230\n- text: As I pop, shots, 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