[{"id":30147069,"name":"Spaghetti Junction","trackName":"Spaghetti Junction","artistName":"Outkast","albumName":"Outkast","duration":237.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nSpaghetti Junction, yes, yes\nElope, ski slopes\nDamn, yeah, check it out\nNiggas elope with ski slopes and fall like avalanches\nTootin' like it's cool, he's a fool, and I can't just\nSit around and watch those nose membranes flame\nMy ends is loose and you can't stop that rain\nWhen it starts to fall\nLookin' like Ms. Pac-Man, hammers and Vogues and cat-man\nI'm speaking about these pros 'cause you know nothing 'bout that, man\nThe nigga the B-I-G is high and fly like ValuJet\nYou thinkin' about the beatin', this my ends is never met, nigga\nBlack man, white man, Jew man, ain't no joke\nRemember me and my cousin used to sit up on the porch\nAnd talk about when we get older, now we up against the ropes\nYeah, they're kickin' niggas door down, 'cause it ain't no dope on the streets\nAnd a quarter pound of feet weed, that's all a nigga like me need\nTalkin' about that Southern sess, nigga, you all up in that mess\nBut never shall you test, and never shall you quit\nRunnin' up on me with that fuck shit will get you nothin' but dead, nigga\nBe careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n(In the junction, in the junction)\nDon't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n(Junction, junction)\nTo all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\nY'all, yes, yes, uhh\n(Junction, junction)\nUh, check it\nUh, well I'm drankin' on 'gnac while I'm dippin' off in that 'llac ('llac)\nThe junkies around my way are always smokin' up on that crack\nBe layin' them College Park hoes flat on their backs (backs)\nLivin' the life of pimps steadily makin' this paper stack\nNiggas don't understand the master plan, crumble yo' herb, man\n'Til they start kickin' the do' in, then we ready to blast them\nOut (out) like 'Kast ('Kast), we 'bout to crash (crash)\nSo mayday, may Dre knock 'em up off their ass, boy\nWe struggle like fat hoes just to get things that those\nPeople got we forgot they're always gonna keep a plot\nRight up their sleeve you won't believe they deceive like weave\nThieves can't break in your crib and leave in that good life too\nSo gimme me and then I'm straight, as eight-oh-five\nSee, blindfolds can't cover three eyes\nWe wise to the fact so we attack with what we know\nHeaven is the only good life, so what you strivin' fo'?\nBe careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n(In the junction, in the junction)\nDon't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n(Junction, junction)\nTo all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\nY'all, yes, yes, uh (junction, junction)\nCheck this shit out though\nWell, like flip-flops and football socks\nA nigga be rockin' the mic like birthdays\nLil' Jon and Sercy, so are you worthy?\nI'm callin' yo' ass a flawed pimp\nYappin' about this crew you run with\nBankhead bouncin' to that dumb shit\nSo what mo' can you come with?\nYeah, they can bite, but cannot be us\nThey can come and pick up little slang but cannot see us\nYou ought to be ashamed, trying to fit in my Adidas\nSo Run like DMC is me and, no, don't got no heater\nWell, we zippin' around the corner in that golden stankin' Lincoln\nI got my heat up under my seat\nJust in case these youngsters tryin' to take it\nPullin' the pistol on another Black man was never the plot\nBut sometimes my brothers lose theyself and try to take my spot\nThey come like black stallions in the night\nUsually around fo' or five is when they figure the time is right\nWhen you good and sleep, I couldn't sleep until I seen it\nWith my own eyes, 'til they come over the hill, surprise\nBe careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n(In the junction, in the junction)\nDon't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n(Junction, junction)\nTo all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\nY'all, yes, yes, uh (junction, junction)","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.23] Yeah\n[00:08.62] Spaghetti Junction, yes, yes\n[00:12.31] Elope, ski slopes\n[00:16.65] Damn, yeah, check it out\n[00:19.90] Niggas elope with ski slopes and fall like avalanches\n[00:23.45] Tootin' like it's cool, he's a fool, and I can't just\n[00:26.01] Sit around and watch those nose membranes flame\n[00:28.55] My ends is loose and you can't stop that rain\n[00:30.35] When it starts to fall\n[00:31.48] Lookin' like Ms. Pac-Man, hammers and Vogues and cat-man\n[00:33.57] I'm speaking about these pros 'cause you know nothing 'bout that, man\n[00:36.01] The nigga the B-I-G is high and fly like ValuJet\n[00:38.17] You thinkin' about the beatin', this my ends is never met, nigga\n[00:41.09] Black man, white man, Jew man, ain't no joke\n[00:43.25] Remember me and my cousin used to sit up on the porch\n[00:45.57] And talk about when we get older, now we up against the ropes\n[00:48.14] Yeah, they're kickin' niggas door down, 'cause it ain't no dope on the streets\n[00:50.81] And a quarter pound of feet weed, that's all a nigga like me need\n[00:53.28] Talkin' about that Southern sess, nigga, you all up in that mess\n[00:55.53] But never shall you test, and never shall you quit\n[00:58.23] Runnin' up on me with that fuck shit will get you nothin' but dead, nigga\n[01:01.04] Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n[01:03.64] (In the junction, in the junction)\n[01:05.21] Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n[01:08.55] (Junction, junction)\n[01:10.16] To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n[01:12.90] 'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\n[01:15.51] Y'all, yes, yes, uhh\n[01:18.08] (Junction, junction)\n[01:18.97] Uh, check it\n[01:20.64] Uh, well I'm drankin' on 'gnac while I'm dippin' off in that 'llac ('llac)\n[01:23.20] The junkies around my way are always smokin' up on that crack\n[01:25.59] Be layin' them College Park hoes flat on their backs (backs)\n[01:28.02] Livin' the life of pimps steadily makin' this paper stack\n[01:30.43] Niggas don't understand the master plan, crumble yo' herb, man\n[01:33.02] 'Til they start kickin' the do' in, then we ready to blast them\n[01:35.54] Out (out) like 'Kast ('Kast), we 'bout to crash (crash)\n[01:38.23] So mayday, may Dre knock 'em up off their ass, boy\n[01:40.56] We struggle like fat hoes just to get things that those\n[01:42.87] People got we forgot they're always gonna keep a plot\n[01:45.47] Right up their sleeve you won't believe they deceive like weave\n[01:48.02] Thieves can't break in your crib and leave in that good life too\n[01:50.68] So gimme me and then I'm straight, as eight-oh-five\n[01:53.88] See, blindfolds can't cover three eyes\n[01:55.52] We wise to the fact so we attack with what we know\n[01:57.90] Heaven is the only good life, so what you strivin' fo'?\n[02:00.18] Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n[02:02.97] (In the junction, in the junction)\n[02:04.44] Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n[02:07.68] (Junction, junction)\n[02:09.57] To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n[02:12.41] 'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\n[02:14.97] Y'all, yes, yes, uh (junction, junction)\n[02:17.37] Check this shit out though\n[02:18.55] Well, like flip-flops and football socks\n[02:21.78] A nigga be rockin' the mic like birthdays\n[02:23.34] Lil' Jon and Sercy, so are you worthy?\n[02:24.81] I'm callin' yo' ass a flawed pimp\n[02:26.22] Yappin' about this crew you run with\n[02:27.49] Bankhead bouncin' to that dumb shit\n[02:28.98] So what mo' can you come with?\n[02:29.86] Yeah, they can bite, but cannot be us\n[02:31.78] They can come and pick up little slang but cannot see us\n[02:34.35] You ought to be ashamed, trying to fit in my Adidas\n[02:36.66] So Run like DMC is me and, no, don't got no heater\n[02:39.27] Well, we zippin' around the corner in that golden stankin' Lincoln\n[02:42.12] I got my heat up under my seat\n[02:43.18] Just in case these youngsters tryin' to take it\n[02:44.56] Pullin' the pistol on another Black man was never the plot\n[02:46.93] But sometimes my brothers lose theyself and try to take my spot\n[02:49.39] They come like black stallions in the night\n[02:51.48] Usually around fo' or five is when they figure the time is right\n[02:54.28] When you good and sleep, I couldn't sleep until I seen it\n[02:56.99] With my own eyes, 'til they come over the hill, surprise\n[02:59.60] Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n[03:02.34] (In the junction, in the junction)\n[03:03.82] Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n[03:07.02] (Junction, junction)\n[03:08.93] To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n[03:11.89] 'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\n[03:14.36] Y'all, yes, yes, uh (junction, junction)","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Spaghetti Junction\n  artist: Outkast\n  album: Outkast\n  duration_ms: 237000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 2230\n  end_ms: 8620\n- text: Spaghetti Junction, yes, yes\n  start_ms: 8620\n  end_ms: 12310\n- text: Elope, ski slopes\n  start_ms: 12310\n  end_ms: 16650\n- text: Damn, yeah, check it out\n  start_ms: 16650\n  end_ms: 19900\n- text: Niggas elope with ski slopes and fall like avalanches\n  start_ms: 19900\n  end_ms: 23450\n- text: Tootin' like it's cool, he's a fool, and I can't just\n  start_ms: 23450\n  end_ms: 26010\n- text: Sit around and watch those nose membranes flame\n  start_ms: 26010\n  end_ms: 28550\n- text: My ends is loose and you can't stop that rain\n 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weed, that's all a nigga like me need\n  Talkin' about that Southern sess, nigga, you all up in that mess\n  But never shall you test, and never shall you quit\n  Runnin' up on me with that fuck shit will get you nothin' but dead, nigga\n  Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n  (In the junction, in the junction)\n  Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n  (Junction, junction)\n  To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n  'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\n  Y'all, yes, yes, uhh\n  (Junction, junction)\n  Uh, check it\n  Uh, well I'm drankin' on 'gnac while I'm dippin' off in that 'llac ('llac)\n  The junkies around my way are always smokin' up on that crack\n  Be layin' them College Park hoes flat on their backs (backs)\n  Livin' the life of pimps steadily makin' this paper stack\n  Niggas don't understand the master plan, crumble yo' herb, man\n  'Til they start kickin' the do' in, then we ready to blast them\n  Out (out) like 'Kast ('Kast), we 'bout to crash (crash)\n  So mayday, may Dre knock 'em up off their ass, boy\n  We struggle like fat hoes just to get things that those\n  People got we forgot they're always gonna keep a plot\n  Right up their sleeve you won't believe they deceive like weave\n  Thieves can't break in your crib and leave in that good life too\n  So gimme me and then I'm straight, as eight-oh-five\n  See, blindfolds can't cover three eyes\n  We wise to the fact so we attack with what we know\n  Heaven is the only good life, so what you strivin' fo'?\n  Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n  (In the junction, in the junction)\n  Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n  (Junction, junction)\n  To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n  'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\n  Y'all, yes, yes, uh (junction, junction)\n  Check this shit out though\n  Well, like flip-flops and football socks\n  A nigga be rockin' the mic like birthdays\n  Lil' Jon and Sercy, so are you worthy?\n  I'm callin' yo' ass a flawed pimp\n  Yappin' about this crew you run with\n  Bankhead bouncin' to that dumb shit\n  So what mo' can you come with?\n  Yeah, they can bite, but cannot be us\n  They can come and pick up little slang but cannot see us\n  You ought to be ashamed, trying to fit in my Adidas\n  So Run like DMC is me and, no, don't got no heater\n  Well, we zippin' around the corner in that golden stankin' Lincoln\n  I got my heat up under my seat\n  Just in case these youngsters tryin' to take it\n  Pullin' the pistol on another Black man was never the plot\n  But sometimes my brothers lose theyself and try to take my spot\n  They come like black stallions in the night\n  Usually around fo' or five is when they figure the time is right\n  When you good and sleep, I couldn't sleep until I seen it\n  With my own eyes, 'til they come over the hill, surprise\n  Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n  (In the junction, in the junction)\n  Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n  (Junction, junction)\n  To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n  'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\n  Y'all, yes, yes, uh (junction, junction)\n"},{"id":30854129,"name":"Spaghetti Junction","trackName":"Spaghetti Junction","artistName":"Outkast","albumName":"Outkast - Stankonia","duration":237.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nSpaghetti Junction, yes, yes\nElope, ski slopes\nDamn, yeah, check it out\nNiggas elope with ski slopes and fall like avalanches\nTootin' like it's cool, he's a fool, and I can't just\nSit around and watch those nose membranes flame\nMy ends is loose and you can't stop that rain\nWhen it starts to fall\nLookin' like Ms. Pac-Man, hammers and Vogues and cat-man\nI'm speaking about these pros 'cause you know nothing 'bout that, man\nThe nigga the B-I-G is high and fly like ValuJet\nYou thinkin' about the beatin', this my ends is never met, nigga\nBlack man, white man, Jew man, ain't no joke\nRemember me and my cousin used to sit up on the porch\nAnd talk about when we get older, now we up against the ropes\nYeah, they're kickin' niggas door down, 'cause it ain't no dope on the streets\nAnd a quarter pound of feet weed, that's all a nigga like me need\nTalkin' about that Southern sess, nigga, you all up in that mess\nBut never shall you test, and never shall you quit\nRunnin' up on me with that fuck shit will get you nothin' but dead, nigga\nBe careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n(In the junction, in the junction)\nDon't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n(Junction, junction)\nTo all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\nY'all, yes, yes, uhh\n(Junction, junction)\nUh, check it\nUh, well I'm drankin' on 'gnac while I'm dippin' off in that 'llac ('llac)\nThe junkies around my way are always smokin' up on that crack\nBe layin' them College Park hoes flat on their backs (backs)\nLivin' the life of pimps steadily makin' this paper stack\nNiggas don't understand the master plan, crumble yo' herb, man\n'Til they start kickin' the do' in, then we ready to blast them\nOut (out) like 'Kast ('Kast), we 'bout to crash (crash)\nSo mayday, may Dre knock 'em up off their ass, boy\nWe struggle like fat hoes just to get things that those\nPeople got we forgot they're always gonna keep a plot\nRight up their sleeve you won't believe they deceive like weave\nThieves can't break in your crib and leave in that good life too\nSo gimme me and then I'm straight, as eight-oh-five\nSee, blindfolds can't cover three eyes\nWe wise to the fact so we attack with what we know\nHeaven is the only good life, so what you strivin' fo'?\nBe careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n(In the junction, in the junction)\nDon't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n(Junction, junction)\nTo all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\nY'all, yes, yes, uh (junction, junction)\nCheck this shit out though\nWell, like flip-flops and football socks\nA nigga be rockin' the mic like birthdays\nLil' Jon and Sercy, so are you worthy?\nI'm callin' yo' ass a flawed pimp\nYappin' about this crew you run with\nBankhead bouncin' to that dumb shit\nSo what mo' can you come with?\nYeah, they can bite, but cannot be us\nThey can come and pick up little slang but cannot see us\nYou ought to be ashamed, trying to fit in my Adidas\nSo Run like DMC is me and, no, don't got no heater\nWell, we zippin' around the corner in that golden stankin' Lincoln\nI got my heat up under my seat\nJust in case these youngsters tryin' to take it\nPullin' the pistol on another Black man was never the plot\nBut sometimes my brothers lose theyself and try to take my spot\nThey come like black stallions in the night\nUsually around fo' or five is when they figure the time is right\nWhen you good and sleep, I couldn't sleep until I seen it\nWith my own eyes, 'til they come over the hill, surprise\nBe careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n(In the junction, in the junction)\nDon't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n(Junction, junction)\nTo all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\nY'all, yes, yes, uh (junction, junction)","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.23] Yeah\n[00:08.62] Spaghetti Junction, yes, yes\n[00:12.31] Elope, ski slopes\n[00:16.65] Damn, yeah, check it out\n[00:19.90] Niggas elope with ski slopes and fall like avalanches\n[00:23.45] Tootin' like it's cool, he's a fool, and I can't just\n[00:26.01] Sit around and watch those nose membranes flame\n[00:28.55] My ends is loose and 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make it home\n[01:03.64] (In the junction, in the junction)\n[01:05.21] Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n[01:08.55] (Junction, junction)\n[01:10.16] To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n[01:12.90] 'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\n[01:15.51] Y'all, yes, yes, uhh\n[01:18.08] (Junction, junction)\n[01:18.97] Uh, check it\n[01:20.64] Uh, well I'm drankin' on 'gnac while I'm dippin' off in that 'llac ('llac)\n[01:23.20] The junkies around my way are always smokin' up on that crack\n[01:25.59] Be layin' them College Park hoes flat on their backs (backs)\n[01:28.02] Livin' the life of pimps steadily makin' this paper stack\n[01:30.43] Niggas don't understand the master plan, crumble yo' herb, man\n[01:33.02] 'Til they start kickin' the do' in, then we ready to blast them\n[01:35.54] Out (out) like 'Kast ('Kast), we 'bout to crash (crash)\n[01:38.23] So mayday, may Dre knock 'em up off their ass, boy\n[01:40.56] We struggle like fat hoes just to get things that those\n[01:42.87] People got we forgot they're always gonna keep a plot\n[01:45.47] Right up their sleeve you won't believe they deceive like weave\n[01:48.02] Thieves can't break in your crib and leave in that good life too\n[01:50.68] So gimme me and then I'm straight, as eight-oh-five\n[01:53.88] See, blindfolds can't cover three eyes\n[01:55.52] We wise to the fact so we attack with what we know\n[01:57.90] Heaven is the only good life, so what you strivin' fo'?\n[02:00.18] Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n[02:02.97] (In the junction, in the junction)\n[02:04.44] Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n[02:07.68] (Junction, junction)\n[02:09.57] To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n[02:12.41] 'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\n[02:14.97] Y'all, yes, yes, uh (junction, junction)\n[02:17.37] Check this shit out though\n[02:18.55] Well, like flip-flops and football socks\n[02:21.78] A nigga be rockin' the mic like birthdays\n[02:23.34] Lil' Jon and Sercy, so are you worthy?\n[02:24.81] I'm callin' yo' ass a flawed pimp\n[02:26.22] Yappin' about this crew you run with\n[02:27.49] Bankhead bouncin' to that dumb shit\n[02:28.98] So what mo' can you come with?\n[02:29.86] Yeah, they can bite, but cannot be us\n[02:31.78] They can come and pick up little slang but cannot see us\n[02:34.35] You ought to be ashamed, trying to fit in my Adidas\n[02:36.66] So Run like DMC is me and, no, don't got no heater\n[02:39.27] Well, we zippin' around the corner in that golden stankin' Lincoln\n[02:42.12] I got my heat up under my seat\n[02:43.18] Just in case these youngsters tryin' to take it\n[02:44.56] Pullin' the pistol on another Black man was never the plot\n[02:46.93] But sometimes my brothers lose theyself and try to take my spot\n[02:49.39] They come like black stallions in the night\n[02:51.48] Usually around fo' or five is when they figure the time is right\n[02:54.28] When you good and sleep, I couldn't sleep until I seen it\n[02:56.99] With my own eyes, 'til they come over the hill, surprise\n[02:59.60] Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n[03:02.34] (In the junction, in the junction)\n[03:03.82] Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n[03:07.02] (Junction, junction)\n[03:08.93] To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n[03:11.89] 'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\n[03:14.36] Y'all, yes, yes, uh (junction, junction)","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Spaghetti Junction\n  artist: Outkast\n  album: Outkast - Stankonia\n  duration_ms: 237000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 2230\n  end_ms: 8620\n- text: Spaghetti Junction, yes, yes\n  start_ms: 8620\n  end_ms: 12310\n- text: Elope, ski slopes\n  start_ms: 12310\n  end_ms: 16650\n- text: Damn, yeah, check it out\n  start_ms: 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ValuJet\n  You thinkin' about the beatin', this my ends is never met, nigga\n  Black man, white man, Jew man, ain't no joke\n  Remember me and my cousin used to sit up on the porch\n  And talk about when we get older, now we up against the ropes\n  Yeah, they're kickin' niggas door down, 'cause it ain't no dope on the streets\n  And a quarter pound of feet weed, that's all a nigga like me need\n  Talkin' about that Southern sess, nigga, you all up in that mess\n  But never shall you test, and never shall you quit\n  Runnin' up on me with that fuck shit will get you nothin' but dead, nigga\n  Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n  (In the junction, in the junction)\n  Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n  (Junction, junction)\n  To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n  'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\n  Y'all, yes, yes, uhh\n  (Junction, junction)\n  Uh, check it\n  Uh, well I'm drankin' on 'gnac while I'm dippin' off in that 'llac ('llac)\n  The junkies around my way are always smokin' up on that crack\n  Be layin' them College Park hoes flat on their backs (backs)\n  Livin' the life of pimps steadily makin' this paper stack\n  Niggas don't understand the master plan, crumble yo' herb, man\n  'Til they start kickin' the do' in, then we ready to blast them\n  Out (out) like 'Kast ('Kast), we 'bout to crash (crash)\n  So mayday, may Dre knock 'em up off their ass, boy\n  We struggle like fat hoes just to get things that those\n  People got we forgot they're always gonna keep a plot\n  Right up their sleeve you won't believe they deceive like weave\n  Thieves can't break in your crib and leave in that good life too\n  So gimme me and then I'm straight, as eight-oh-five\n  See, blindfolds can't cover three eyes\n  We wise to the fact so we attack with what we know\n  Heaven is the only good life, so what you strivin' fo'?\n  Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n  (In the junction, in the junction)\n  Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n  (Junction, junction)\n  To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n  'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\n  Y'all, yes, yes, uh (junction, junction)\n  Check this shit out though\n  Well, like flip-flops and football socks\n  A nigga be rockin' the mic like birthdays\n  Lil' Jon and Sercy, so are you worthy?\n  I'm callin' yo' ass a flawed pimp\n  Yappin' about this crew you run with\n  Bankhead bouncin' to that dumb shit\n  So what mo' can you come with?\n  Yeah, they can bite, but cannot be us\n  They can come and pick up little slang but cannot see us\n  You ought to be ashamed, trying to fit in my Adidas\n  So Run like DMC is me and, no, don't got no heater\n  Well, we zippin' around the corner in that golden stankin' Lincoln\n  I got my heat up under my seat\n  Just in case these youngsters tryin' to take it\n  Pullin' the 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deceive like weave\nThieves can't break in your crib and leave in that good life too\nSo gimme me and then I'm straight, as eight-oh-five\nSee, blindfolds can't cover three eyes\nWe wise to the fact so we attack with what we know\nHeaven is the only good life, so what you strivin' fo'?\nBe careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n(In the junction, in the junction)\nDon't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n(Junction, junction)\nTo all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\nY'all, yes, yes, uh (junction, junction)\nCheck this shit out though\nWell, like flip-flops and football socks\nA nigga be rockin' the mic like birthdays\nLil' Jon and Sercy, so are you worthy?\nI'm callin' yo' ass a flawed pimp\nYappin' about this crew you run with\nBankhead bouncin' to that dumb shit\nSo what mo' can you come with?\nYeah, they can bite, but cannot be us\nThey can come and pick up little 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avalanches\n  Tootin' like it's cool, he's a fool, and I can't just\n  Sit around and watch those nose membranes flame\n  My ends is loose and you can't stop that rain\n  When it starts to fall\n  Lookin' like Ms. Pac-Man, hammers and Vogues and cat-man\n  I'm speaking about these pros 'cause you know nothing 'bout that, man\n  The nigga the B-I-G is high and fly like ValuJet\n  You thinkin' about the beatin', this my ends is never met, nigga\n  Black man, white man, Jew man, ain't no joke\n  Remember me and my cousin used to sit up on the porch\n  And talk about when we get older, now we up against the ropes\n  Yeah, they're kickin' niggas door down, 'cause it ain't no dope on the streets\n  And a quarter pound of feet weed, that's all a nigga like me need\n  Talkin' about that Southern sess, nigga, you all up in that mess\n  But never shall you test, and never shall you quit\n  Runnin' up on me with that fuck shit will get you nothin' but dead, nigga\n  Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n  (In the junction, in the junction)\n  Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n  (Junction, junction)\n  To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n  'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\n  Y'all, yes, yes, uhh\n  (Junction, junction)\n  Uh, check it\n  Uh, well I'm drankin' on 'gnac while I'm dippin' off in that 'llac ('llac)\n  The junkies around my way are always smokin' up on that crack\n  Be layin' them College Park hoes flat on their backs (backs)\n  Livin' the life of pimps steadily makin' this paper stack\n  Niggas don't understand the master plan, crumble yo' herb, man\n  'Til they start kickin' the do' in, then we ready to blast them\n  Out (out) like 'Kast ('Kast), we 'bout to crash (crash)\n  So mayday, may Dre knock 'em up off their ass, boy\n  We struggle like fat hoes just to get things that those\n  People got we forgot they're always gonna keep a plot\n  Right up their sleeve you won't believe they deceive like weave\n  Thieves can't break in your crib and leave in that good life too\n  So gimme me and then I'm straight, as eight-oh-five\n  See, blindfolds can't cover three eyes\n  We wise to the fact so we attack with what we know\n  Heaven is the only good life, so what you strivin' fo'?\n  Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n  (In the junction, in the junction)\n  Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n  (Junction, junction)\n  To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n  'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\n  Y'all, yes, yes, uh (junction, junction)\n  Check this shit out though\n  Well, like flip-flops and football socks\n  A nigga be rockin' the mic like birthdays\n  Lil' Jon and Sercy, so are you worthy?\n  I'm callin' yo' ass a flawed pimp\n  Yappin' about this crew you run with\n  Bankhead bouncin' to that dumb shit\n  So what mo' can you come with?\n  Yeah, they can bite, but cannot be us\n  They can come and pick up little slang but cannot see us\n  You ought to be ashamed, trying to fit in my Adidas\n  So Run like DMC is me and, no, don't got no heater\n  Well, we zippin' around the corner in that golden stankin' Lincoln\n  I got my heat up under my seat\n  Just in case these youngsters tryin' to take it\n  Pullin' the pistol on another Black man was never the plot\n  But sometimes my brothers lose theyself and try to take my spot\n  They come like black stallions in the night\n  Usually around fo' or five is when they figure the time is right\n  When you good and sleep, I couldn't sleep until I seen it\n  With my own eyes, 'til they come over the hill, surprise\n  Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n  (In the junction, in the junction)\n  Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n  (Junction, junction)\n  To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n  'Llac and pimps 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When you good and sleep, I couldn't sleep until I seen it\n  With my own eyes, 'til they come over the hill, surprise\n  Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n  (In the junction, in the junction)\n  Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n  (Junction, junction)\n  To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n  'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\n  Y'all, yes, yes, uh (junction, junction)\n"},{"id":30273492,"name":"Spaghetti Junction","trackName":"Spaghetti Junction","artistName":"Outkast","albumName":"Stankonia Record Store Day","duration":237.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nSpaghetti Junction, yes, yes\nElope, ski slopes\nDamn, yeah, check it out\nNiggas elope with ski slopes and fall like avalanches\nTootin' like it's cool, he's a fool, and I can't just\nSit around and watch those nose membranes flame\nMy ends is loose and you can't stop that rain\nWhen it starts to 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ya rims\n  'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\n  Y'all, yes, yes, uhh\n  (Junction, junction)\n  Uh, check it\n  Uh, well I'm drankin' on 'gnac while I'm dippin' off in that 'llac ('llac)\n  The junkies around my way are always smokin' up on that crack\n  Be layin' them College Park hoes flat on their backs (backs)\n  Livin' the life of pimps steadily makin' this paper stack\n  Niggas don't understand the master plan, crumble yo' herb, man\n  'Til they start kickin' the do' in, then we ready to blast them\n  Out (out) like 'Kast ('Kast), we 'bout to crash (crash)\n  So mayday, may Dre knock 'em up off their ass, boy\n  We struggle like fat hoes just to get things that those\n  People got we forgot they're always gonna keep a plot\n  Right up their sleeve you won't believe they deceive like weave\n  Thieves can't break in your crib and leave in that good life too\n  So gimme me and then I'm straight, as eight-oh-five\n  See, blindfolds can't cover three eyes\n  We wise to the fact so we attack with what we know\n  Heaven is the only good life, so what you strivin' fo'?\n  Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n  (In the junction, in the junction)\n  Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n  (Junction, junction)\n  To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n  'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\n  Y'all, yes, yes, uh (junction, junction)\n  Check this shit out though\n  Well, like flip-flops and football socks\n  A nigga be rockin' the mic like birthdays\n  Lil' Jon and Sercy, so are you worthy?\n  I'm callin' yo' ass a flawed pimp\n  Yappin' about this crew you run with\n  Bankhead bouncin' to that dumb shit\n  So what mo' can you come with?\n  Yeah, they can bite, but cannot be us\n  They can come and pick up little slang but cannot see us\n  You ought to be ashamed, trying to fit in my Adidas\n  So Run like DMC is me and, no, don't got no heater\n  Well, 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knock 'em up off their ass, boy\nWe struggle like fat hoes just to get things that those\nPeople got we forgot they're always gonna keep a plot\nRight up their sleeve you won't believe they deceive like weave\nThieves can't break in your crib and leave in that good life too\nSo gimme me and then I'm straight, as eight-oh-five\nSee, blindfolds can't cover three eyes\nWe wise to the fact so we attack with what we know\nHeaven is the only good life, so what you strivin' fo'?\nBe careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n(In the junction, in the junction)\nDon't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n(Junction, junction)\nTo all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\nY'all, yes, yes, uh (junction, junction)\nCheck this shit out though\nWell, like flip-flops and football socks\nA nigga be rockin' the mic like birthdays\nLil' Jon and Sercy, so are you worthy?\nI'm callin' yo' ass a 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Talkin' about that Southern sess, nigga, you all up in that mess\n  But never shall you test, and never shall you quit\n  Runnin' up on me with that fuck shit will get you nothin' but dead, nigga\n  Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n  (In the junction, in the junction)\n  Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n  (Junction, junction)\n  To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n  'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\n  Y'all, yes, yes, uhh\n  (Junction, junction)\n  Uh, check it\n  Uh, well I'm drankin' on 'gnac while I'm dippin' off in that 'llac ('llac)\n  The junkies around my way are always smokin' up on that crack\n  Be layin' them College Park hoes flat on their backs (backs)\n  Livin' the life of pimps steadily makin' this paper stack\n  Niggas don't understand the master plan, crumble yo' herb, man\n  'Til they start kickin' the do' in, then we ready to blast them\n  Out (out) like 'Kast 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like ValuJet\nYou thinkin' about the beatin', this my ends is never met, nigga\nBlack man, white man, Jew man, ain't no joke\nRemember me and my cousin used to sit up on the porch\nAnd talk about when we get older, now we up against the ropes\nYeah, they're kickin' niggas door down, 'cause it ain't no dope on the streets\nAnd a quarter pound of feet weed, that's all a nigga like me need\nTalkin' about that Southern sess, nigga, you all up in that mess\nBut never shall you test, and never shall you quit\nRunnin' up on me with that fuck shit will get you nothin' but dead, nigga\nBe careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n(In the junction, in the junction)\nDon't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n(Junction, junction)\nTo all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\nY'all, yes, yes, uhh\n(Junction, junction)\nUh, check it\nUh, well I'm drankin' on 'gnac while I'm dippin' off 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this my ends is never met, nigga\n  Black man, white man, Jew man, ain't no joke\n  Remember me and my cousin used to sit up on the porch\n  And talk about when we get older, now we up against the ropes\n  Yeah, they're kickin' niggas door down, 'cause it ain't no dope on the streets\n  And a quarter pound of feet weed, that's all a nigga like me need\n  Talkin' about that Southern sess, nigga, you all up in that mess\n  But never shall you test, and never shall you quit\n  Runnin' up on me with that fuck shit will get you nothin' but dead, nigga\n  Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n  (In the junction, in the junction)\n  Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n  (Junction, junction)\n  To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n  'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\n  Y'all, yes, yes, uhh\n  (Junction, junction)\n  Uh, check it\n  Uh, well I'm drankin' on 'gnac while I'm dippin' off in that 'llac ('llac)\n  The junkies around my way are always smokin' up on that crack\n  Be layin' them College Park hoes flat on their backs (backs)\n  Livin' the life of pimps steadily makin' this paper stack\n  Niggas don't understand the master plan, crumble yo' herb, man\n  'Til they start kickin' the do' in, then we ready to blast them\n  Out (out) like 'Kast ('Kast), we 'bout to crash (crash)\n  So mayday, may Dre knock 'em up off their ass, boy\n  We struggle like fat hoes just to get things that those\n  People got we forgot they're always gonna keep a plot\n  Right up their sleeve you won't believe they deceive like weave\n  Thieves can't break in your crib and leave in that good life too\n  So gimme me and then I'm straight, as eight-oh-five\n  See, blindfolds can't cover three eyes\n  We wise to the fact so we attack with what we know\n  Heaven is the only good life, so what you strivin' fo'?\n  Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n  (In the junction, in the junction)\n  Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n  (Junction, junction)\n  To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n  'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\n  Y'all, yes, yes, uh (junction, junction)\n  Check this shit out though\n  Well, like flip-flops and football socks\n  A nigga be rockin' the mic like birthdays\n  Lil' Jon and Sercy, so are you worthy?\n  I'm callin' yo' ass a flawed pimp\n  Yappin' about this crew you run with\n  Bankhead bouncin' to that dumb shit\n  So what mo' can you come with?\n  Yeah, they can bite, but cannot be us\n  They can come and pick up little slang but cannot see us\n  You ought to be ashamed, trying to fit in my Adidas\n  So Run like DMC is me and, no, don't got no heater\n  Well, we zippin' around the corner in that golden stankin' Lincoln\n  I got my heat up under my seat\n  Just in case these youngsters tryin' to take it\n  Pullin' the pistol on another Black man was 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fall like avalanches\nTootin' like it's cool, he's a fool, and I can't just\nSit around and watch those nose membranes flame\nMy ends is loose and you can't stop that rain\nWhen it starts to fall\nLookin' like Ms. Pac-Man, hammers and Vogues and cat-man\nI'm speaking about these pros 'cause you know nothing 'bout that, man\nThe nigga the B-I-G is high and fly like ValuJet\nYou thinkin' about the beatin', this my ends is never met, nigga\nBlack man, white man, Jew man, ain't no joke\nRemember me and my cousin used to sit up on the porch\nAnd talk about when we get older, now we up against the ropes\nYeah, they're kickin' niggas door down, 'cause it ain't no dope on the streets\nAnd a quarter pound of feet weed, that's all a nigga like me need\nTalkin' about that Southern sess, nigga, you all up in that mess\nBut never shall you test, and never shall you quit\nRunnin' up on me with that fuck shit will get you nothin' but dead, nigga\nBe careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n(In the junction, in the junction)\nDon't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n(Junction, junction)\nTo all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\nY'all, yes, yes, uhh\n(Junction, junction)\nUh, check it\nUh, well I'm drankin' on 'gnac while I'm dippin' off in that 'llac ('llac)\nThe junkies around my way are always smokin' up on that crack\nBe layin' them College Park hoes flat on their backs (backs)\nLivin' the life of pimps steadily makin' this paper stack\nNiggas don't understand the master plan, crumble yo' herb, man\n'Til they start kickin' the do' in, then we ready to blast them\nOut (out) like 'Kast ('Kast), we 'bout to crash (crash)\nSo mayday, may Dre knock 'em up off their ass, boy\nWe struggle like fat hoes just to get things that those\nPeople got we forgot they're always gonna keep a plot\nRight up their sleeve you won't believe they deceive like weave\nThieves can't break in your crib and leave in that good life too\nSo gimme me and then I'm straight, as eight-oh-five\nSee, blindfolds can't cover three eyes\nWe wise to the fact so we attack with what we know\nHeaven is the only good life, so what you strivin' fo'?\nBe careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n(In the junction, in the junction)\nDon't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n(Junction, junction)\nTo all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\nY'all, yes, yes, uh (junction, junction)\nCheck this shit out though\nWell, like flip-flops and football socks\nA nigga be rockin' the mic like birthdays\nLil' Jon and Sercy, so are you worthy?\nI'm callin' yo' ass a flawed pimp\nYappin' about this crew you run with\nBankhead bouncin' to that dumb shit\nSo what mo' can you come with?\nYeah, they can bite, but cannot be us\nThey can come and pick up little slang but cannot see us\nYou ought to be ashamed, trying to fit in my Adidas\nSo Run like DMC is me and, no, don't got no heater\nWell, we zippin' around the corner in that golden stankin' Lincoln\nI got my heat up under my seat\nJust in case these youngsters tryin' to take it\nPullin' the pistol on another Black man was never the plot\nBut sometimes my brothers lose theyself and try to take my spot\nThey come like black stallions in the night\nUsually around fo' or five is when they figure the time is right\nWhen you good and sleep, I couldn't sleep until I seen it\nWith my own eyes, 'til they come over the hill, surprise\nBe careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n(In the junction, in the junction)\nDon't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n(Junction, junction)\nTo all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\nY'all, yes, yes, uh (junction, junction)","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.23] Yeah\n[00:08.62] 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weed, that's all a nigga like me need\n[00:53.28] Talkin' about that Southern sess, nigga, you all up in that mess\n[00:55.53] But never shall you test, and never shall you quit\n[00:58.23] Runnin' up on me with that fuck shit will get you nothin' but dead, nigga\n[01:01.04] Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n[01:03.64] (In the junction, in the junction)\n[01:05.21] Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n[01:08.55] (Junction, junction)\n[01:10.16] To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n[01:12.90] 'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\n[01:15.51] Y'all, yes, yes, uhh\n[01:18.08] (Junction, junction)\n[01:18.97] Uh, check it\n[01:20.64] Uh, well I'm drankin' on 'gnac while I'm dippin' off in that 'llac ('llac)\n[01:23.20] The junkies around my way are always smokin' up on that crack\n[01:25.59] Be layin' them College Park hoes flat on their backs (backs)\n[01:28.02] Livin' the life of pimps steadily makin' this paper stack\n[01:30.43] Niggas don't understand the master plan, crumble yo' herb, man\n[01:33.02] 'Til they start kickin' the do' in, then we ready to blast them\n[01:35.54] Out (out) like 'Kast ('Kast), we 'bout to crash (crash)\n[01:38.23] So mayday, may Dre knock 'em up off their ass, boy\n[01:40.56] We struggle like fat hoes just to get things that those\n[01:42.87] People got we forgot they're always gonna keep a plot\n[01:45.47] Right up their sleeve you won't believe they deceive like weave\n[01:48.02] Thieves can't break in your crib and leave in that good life too\n[01:50.68] So gimme me and then I'm straight, as eight-oh-five\n[01:53.88] See, blindfolds can't cover three eyes\n[01:55.52] We wise to the fact so we attack with what we know\n[01:57.90] Heaven is the only good life, so what you strivin' fo'?\n[02:00.18] Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n[02:02.97] (In the junction, in the junction)\n[02:04.44] Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n[02:07.68] (Junction, junction)\n[02:09.57] To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n[02:12.41] 'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\n[02:14.97] Y'all, yes, yes, uh (junction, junction)\n[02:17.37] Check this shit out though\n[02:18.55] Well, like flip-flops and football socks\n[02:21.78] A nigga be rockin' the mic like birthdays\n[02:23.34] Lil' Jon and Sercy, so are you worthy?\n[02:24.81] I'm callin' yo' ass a flawed pimp\n[02:26.22] Yappin' about this crew you run with\n[02:27.49] Bankhead bouncin' to that dumb shit\n[02:28.98] So what mo' can you come with?\n[02:29.86] Yeah, they can bite, but cannot be us\n[02:31.78] They can come and pick up little slang but cannot see us\n[02:34.35] You ought to be ashamed, trying to fit in my Adidas\n[02:36.66] So Run like DMC is me and, no, don't got no heater\n[02:39.27] Well, we zippin' around the corner in that golden stankin' Lincoln\n[02:42.12] I got my 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a fool, and I can't just\n  Sit around and watch those nose membranes flame\n  My ends is loose and you can't stop that rain\n  When it starts to fall\n  Lookin' like Ms. Pac-Man, hammers and Vogues and cat-man\n  I'm speaking about these pros 'cause you know nothing 'bout that, man\n  The nigga the B-I-G is high and fly like ValuJet\n  You thinkin' about the beatin', this my ends is never met, nigga\n  Black man, white man, Jew man, ain't no joke\n  Remember me and my cousin used to sit up on the porch\n  And talk about when we get older, now we up against the ropes\n  Yeah, they're kickin' niggas door down, 'cause it ain't no dope on the streets\n  And a quarter pound of feet weed, that's all a nigga like me need\n  Talkin' about that Southern sess, nigga, you all up in that mess\n  But never shall you test, and never shall you quit\n  Runnin' up on me with that fuck shit will get you nothin' but dead, nigga\n  Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n  (In the junction, in the junction)\n  Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n  (Junction, junction)\n  To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n  'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\n  Y'all, yes, yes, uhh\n  (Junction, junction)\n  Uh, check it\n  Uh, well I'm drankin' on 'gnac while I'm dippin' off in that 'llac ('llac)\n  The junkies around my way are always smokin' up on that crack\n  Be layin' them College Park hoes flat on their backs (backs)\n  Livin' the life of pimps steadily makin' this paper stack\n  Niggas don't understand the master plan, crumble yo' herb, man\n  'Til they start kickin' the do' in, then we ready to blast them\n  Out (out) like 'Kast ('Kast), we 'bout to crash (crash)\n  So mayday, may Dre knock 'em up off their ass, boy\n  We struggle like fat hoes just to get things that those\n  People got we forgot they're always gonna keep a plot\n  Right up their sleeve you won't believe they deceive like weave\n  Thieves can't break in your crib and leave in that good life too\n  So gimme me and then I'm straight, as eight-oh-five\n  See, blindfolds can't cover three eyes\n  We wise to the fact so we attack with what we know\n  Heaven is the only good life, so what you strivin' fo'?\n  Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n  (In the junction, in the junction)\n  Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n  (Junction, junction)\n  To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n  'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\n  Y'all, yes, yes, uh (junction, junction)\n  Check this shit out though\n  Well, like flip-flops and football socks\n  A nigga be rockin' the mic like birthdays\n  Lil' Jon and Sercy, so are you worthy?\n  I'm callin' yo' ass a flawed pimp\n  Yappin' about this crew you run with\n  Bankhead bouncin' to that dumb shit\n  So what mo' can you come with?\n  Yeah, they can bite, but cannot be us\n  They can come and pick up little slang but cannot see us\n  You ought to be ashamed, trying to fit in my Adidas\n  So Run like DMC is me and, no, don't got no heater\n  Well, we zippin' around the corner in that golden stankin' Lincoln\n  I got my heat up under my seat\n  Just in case these youngsters tryin' to take it\n  Pullin' the pistol on another Black man was never the plot\n  But sometimes my brothers lose theyself and try to take my spot\n  They come like black stallions in the night\n  Usually around fo' or five is when they figure the time is right\n  When you good and sleep, I couldn't sleep until I seen it\n  With my own eyes, 'til they come over the hill, surprise\n  Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n  (In the junction, in the junction)\n  Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n  (Junction, junction)\n  To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n  'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\n  Y'all, yes, yes, uh (junction, junction)\n"},{"id":19345635,"name":"Spaghetti Junction","trackName":"Spaghetti Junction","artistName":"Outkast","albumName":"Stankonia","duration":15.000091,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, Spaghetti Junction, yes yes\nElope ski slopes(Coughs)\nAhh\nDamn\nYeah\nCheck it out\n\nNiggas elope wit ski slopes and fall like avalanches\nTootin like it's cool: he's a fool, and i can't just\nSit around and watch those nose membranes flame\nMy ends is loose and you can't stop that rain\nWhen it starts to fall\n\nLookin' like Ms. Pacman, hammers and Vogues and cat-man\nI'm speaking about these pros' cause you know nothing bout that, man\nThe nigga the B-I-G is high in flight like ValuJet\nYou thinkin' about the beatin', this is my ends is never met, nigga\n\nBlack man, white man, Jew man, ain't no joke\nRemember me and my cousin used to sit up on the porch\nAnd talk about when we get older; now we up against the ropes\nYeah, they kickin' niggas door down,\n'Cause it ain't no dope on the streets\n\nAnd a quarter poubd to feet weed\nThat's all a nigga like me need\nTalkin' about that Southern sess, nigga, you all up in that mess\nBut never shall you test, and never shall you quit\nRunnin' up on me with that fuck shit\nWill get you nothin' but dead, nigga\n\nBe careful where you roam cause you might not make it home\n(In the junction, in the junction)\nDon't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n(Junction, junction)\nTo all ya playas play ya brims and ya hustla chrome ya rims\n'Llac and Pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\nY'all, Yes, yes, uhh\n(Junction, junction)\n\nUh, well I'm drankin' on 'gnac while\nI'm dippin off in that 'llac ('llac)\nThe junkies around my way are always smokin up on that crack (crack)\nBe layin' them College Park hoes flat on they backs (backs)\nLivin' the life of pimps steadily makin' this paper stack\nNiggas don't understand the master plan, crumble yo' herb, man\nTill they start kickin the door, then we ready to blast them\nOut (Out) like 'Kast ('Kast), we 'bout to crash (crash)\nSo mayday, may Dré, knock em up off they ass boi\nWe struggle like fat hoes just to get things that those\nPeople got we forgot they always gonna keep a plot\nRight up they sleeve you won't believe they deceive like weave\nThieves can't break in your crib and leave in that good life too\nSo gimme me and then I'm straight as eight-oh-five\nSee, blindfolds can't cover three eyes\nWe wise to the fact so we attack wit what we know\nHeaven is the only good life so what you strivin fo'?\n\nBe careful where you roam cause you might not make it home\n(In the junction, in the junction)\nDon't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n(Junction, junction)\nTo all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\nY'all, yes, yes, uhh\n(Junction, junction)\n\nWell Iike flip-flops and football socks\nA nigga be rockin the mic like birthdays\nLil Jon and Sercy, so are you worthy?\nI'm callin yo ass a flawed pimp\nYappin' about this crew you run wit\nBankhead bouncing to that dumb shit\nSo what mo can you come wit'?\n\nYeah they can bite, but cannot be us\nThey can come and pick up little slang but cannot see us\nYou ought to be ashamed, trying to fit in my adidas\nSo Run like DMC is me and no, don't got no heater\nWell, we zippin' around the corner in that golden stankin' Lincoln\nGot my heat up under my seat\nJust in case these youngsters tryin to take it\nPullin the pistol on another black man was never the plot\nBut sometimes a brother will shoot for wealth and try to take my spot\n\nThey come like black stallions in the night\nUsually around four or five is when they figure the time is right\nWhen you good and sleep; I couldn't sleep until I seen it\nWit' my own eyes, till they come over the hill-surprise\n\nBe careful where you roam cause you might not make it home\n(In the junction, in the junction)\nDon't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n(Junction, junction)\nTo all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\nY'all, yes, yes, uhh\n(Junction, junction)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Spaghetti Junction\n  artist: Outkast\n  album: Stankonia\n  duration_ms: 15000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, Spaghetti Junction, yes yes\n  Elope ski slopes(Coughs)\n  Ahh\n  Damn\n  Yeah\n  Check it out\n\n  Niggas elope wit ski slopes and fall like avalanches\n  Tootin like it's cool: he's a fool, and i can't just\n  Sit around and watch those nose membranes flame\n  My ends is loose and you can't stop that rain\n  When it starts to fall\n\n  Lookin' like Ms. Pacman, hammers and Vogues and cat-man\n  I'm speaking about these pros' cause you know nothing bout that, man\n  The nigga the B-I-G is high in flight like ValuJet\n  You thinkin' about the beatin', this is my ends is never met, nigga\n\n  Black man, white man, Jew man, ain't no joke\n  Remember me and my cousin used to sit up on the porch\n  And talk about when we get older; now we up against the ropes\n  Yeah, they kickin' niggas door down,\n  'Cause it ain't no dope on the streets\n\n  And a quarter poubd to feet weed\n  That's all a nigga like me need\n  Talkin' about that Southern sess, nigga, you all up in that mess\n  But never shall you test, and never shall you quit\n  Runnin' up on me with that fuck shit\n  Will get you nothin' but dead, nigga\n\n  Be careful where you roam cause you might not make it home\n  (In the junction, in the junction)\n  Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n  (Junction, junction)\n  To all ya playas play ya brims and ya hustla chrome ya rims\n  'Llac and Pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\n  Y'all, Yes, yes, uhh\n  (Junction, junction)\n\n  Uh, well I'm drankin' on 'gnac while\n  I'm dippin off in that 'llac ('llac)\n  The junkies around my way are always smokin up on that crack (crack)\n  Be layin' them College Park hoes flat on they backs (backs)\n  Livin' the life of pimps steadily makin' this paper stack\n  Niggas don't understand the master plan, crumble yo' herb, man\n  Till they start kickin the door, then we ready to blast them\n  Out (Out) like 'Kast ('Kast), we 'bout to crash (crash)\n  So mayday, may Dré, knock em up off they ass boi\n  We struggle like fat hoes just to get things that those\n  People got we forgot they always gonna keep a plot\n  Right up they sleeve you won't believe they deceive like weave\n  Thieves can't break in your crib and leave in that good life too\n  So gimme me and then I'm straight as eight-oh-five\n  See, blindfolds can't cover three eyes\n  We wise to the fact so we attack wit what we know\n  Heaven is the only good life so what you strivin fo'?\n\n  Be careful where you roam cause you might not make it home\n  (In the junction, in the junction)\n  Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n  (Junction, junction)\n  To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n  'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\n  Y'all, yes, yes, uhh\n  (Junction, junction)\n\n  Well Iike flip-flops and football socks\n  A nigga be rockin the mic like birthdays\n  Lil Jon and Sercy, so are you worthy?\n  I'm callin yo ass a flawed pimp\n  Yappin' about this crew you run wit\n  Bankhead bouncing to that dumb shit\n  So what mo can you come wit'?\n\n  Yeah they can bite, but cannot be us\n  They can come and pick up little slang but cannot see us\n  You ought to be ashamed, trying to fit in my adidas\n  So Run like DMC is me and no, don't got no heater\n  Well, we zippin' around the corner in that golden stankin' Lincoln\n  Got my heat up under my seat\n  Just in case these youngsters tryin to take it\n  Pullin the pistol on another black man 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it out\n\nNiggas elope wit ski slopes and fall like avalanches\nTootin like it's cool: he's a fool, and i can't just\nSit around and watch those nose membranes flame\nMy ends is loose and you can't stop that rain\nWhen it starts to fall\n\nLookin' like Ms. Pacman, hammers and Vogues and cat-man\nI'm speaking about these pros' cause you know nothing bout that, man\nThe nigga the B-I-G is high in flight like ValuJet\nYou thinkin' about the beatin', this is my ends is never met, nigga\n\nBlack man, white man, Jew man, ain't no joke\nRemember me and my cousin used to sit up on the porch\nAnd talk about when we get older; now we up against the ropes\nYeah, they kickin' niggas door down,\n'Cause it ain't no dope on the streets\n\nAnd a quarter poubd to feet weed\nThat's all a nigga like me need\nTalkin' about that Southern sess, nigga, you all up in that mess\nBut never shall you test, and never shall you quit\nRunnin' up on me with that fuck shit\nWill get you nothin' but dead, nigga\n\nBe careful where you roam cause you might not make it home\n(In the junction, in the junction)\nDon't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n(Junction, junction)\nTo all ya playas play ya brims and ya hustla chrome ya rims\n'Llac and Pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\nY'all, Yes, yes, uhh\n(Junction, junction)\n\nUh, well I'm drankin' on 'gnac while\nI'm dippin off in that 'llac ('llac)\nThe junkies around my way are always smokin up on that crack (crack)\nBe layin' them College Park hoes flat on they backs (backs)\nLivin' the life of pimps steadily makin' this paper stack\nNiggas don't understand the master plan, crumble yo' herb, man\nTill they start kickin the door, then we ready to blast them\nOut (Out) like 'Kast ('Kast), we 'bout to crash (crash)\nSo mayday, may Dré, knock em up off they ass boi\nWe struggle like fat hoes just to get things that those\nPeople got we forgot they always gonna keep a plot\nRight up they sleeve you won't believe they 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ain't no dope on the streets\n\n  And a quarter poubd to feet weed\n  That's all a nigga like me need\n  Talkin' about that Southern sess, nigga, you all up in that mess\n  But never shall you test, and never shall you quit\n  Runnin' up on me with that fuck shit\n  Will get you nothin' but dead, nigga\n\n  Be careful where you roam cause you might not make it home\n  (In the junction, in the junction)\n  Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n  (Junction, junction)\n  To all ya playas play ya brims and ya hustla chrome ya rims\n  'Llac and Pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\n  Y'all, Yes, yes, uhh\n  (Junction, junction)\n\n  Uh, well I'm drankin' on 'gnac while\n  I'm dippin off in that 'llac ('llac)\n  The junkies around my way are always smokin up on that crack (crack)\n  Be layin' them College Park hoes flat on they backs (backs)\n  Livin' the life of pimps steadily makin' this paper stack\n  Niggas don't understand the master plan, crumble yo' herb, man\n  Till they start kickin the door, then we ready to blast them\n  Out (Out) like 'Kast ('Kast), we 'bout to crash (crash)\n  So mayday, may Dré, knock em up off they ass boi\n  We struggle like fat hoes just to get things that those\n  People got we forgot they always gonna keep a plot\n  Right up they sleeve you won't believe they deceive like weave\n  Thieves can't break in your crib and leave in that good life too\n  So gimme me and then I'm straight as eight-oh-five\n  See, blindfolds can't cover three eyes\n  We wise to the fact so we attack wit what we know\n  Heaven is the only good life so what you strivin fo'?\n\n  Be careful where you roam cause you might not make it home\n  (In the junction, in the junction)\n  Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n  (Junction, junction)\n  To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n  'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\n  Y'all, yes, yes, uhh\n  (Junction, 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on 'gnac while I'm dippin' off in that 'llac ('llac)\nThe junkies around my way are always smokin' up on that\nBe layin' them College Park flat on they backs (backs)\nLivin' the life of pimps steadily makin' this paper stack\nDon't understand the master plan, crumble yo' herb, man\n'Til they start kickin' the door down, then we ready to blast them\nOut (out) like 'kast ('kast), we 'bout to crash (crash)\nSo mayday, may Dré, knock 'em up off they ass boy\nWe struggle like fat- just to get things that those\nPeople got we forgot they always gonna keep a plot\nRight up they sleeve you won't believe they deceive like weave\nThieves can't break in your crib and leave in that good life too\nSo gimme me and then I'm straight, as eight-oh-five\nSee, blindfolds can't cover three eyes\nWe wise to the fact so we attack with what we know\nHeaven is the only good life, so what you strivin' fo'?\n\nBe careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n(In the junction, in the junction)\nDon't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n(Junction, junction)\nTo all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\nY'all, yes, yes, uhh\n(Junction, junction)\n\nWell, like flip-flops and football socks\nBe rockin' the mic like birthdays\nLil' Jon and Sercy, so are you worthy?\nI'm callin' yo' ass a flawed pimp\nYappin' about this crew you run wit'\nBankhead bouncin' to that dumb sh-\nSo what mo' can you come wit'?\nYeah, they can bite, but cannot be us\nThey can come and pick up little slang but cannot see us\nYou ought to be ashamed, trying to fit in my adidas\nSo Run like D.M.C. is me and, no, don't got no heater\nWell, we zippin' around the corner in that golden stankin' Lincoln\nI got my heat up under my seat\nJust in case these youngsters tryin' to take it\nPullin' the pistol on another black man was never the plot\nBut sometimes my brothers lose theyself and try to take my spot\nThey come like black stallions in the night\nUsually around fo' or five is when they figure the time is right\nWhen you good and sleep, I couldn't sleep until I seen it\n'Wit my own eyes, 'til they come over the hill, surprise\n\nBe careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n(In the junction, in the junction)\nDon't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n(Junction, junction)\nTo all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\nY'all, yes, yes, uhh\n(Junction, junction)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.05] Yeah, yes, Spaghetti Junction, yes, yes\n[00:13.36] Elope, ski slopes\n[00:17.42] Damn, yeah, check it out\n[00:21.55] Elope wit ski slopes and fall like avalanches\n[00:24.03] Tootin' like it's cool, he's a fool, and I can't just\n[00:26.42] Sit around and watch those nose membranes flame\n[00:28.74] My ends is loose and you can't stop that rain\n[00:30.70] When it starts to fall\n[00:31.50] Lookin' like 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sauce\n[01:08.69] (Junction, junction)\n[01:10.56] To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n[01:13.54] 'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\n[01:16.09] Y'all, yes, yes, uhh\n[01:20.09] (Junction, junction)\n[01:20.09] Uh check, uh well I'm drankin' on 'gnac while I'm dippin' off in that 'llac ('llac)\n[01:23.40] The junkies around my way are always smokin' up on that\n[01:25.96] Be layin' them College Park flat on they backs (backs)\n[01:28.59] Livin' the life of pimps steadily makin' this paper stack\n[01:30.87] Don't understand the master plan, crumble yo' herb, man\n[01:33.09] 'Til they start kickin' the door down, then we ready to blast them\n[01:36.34] Out (out) like 'kast ('kast), we 'bout to crash (crash)\n[01:38.30] So mayday, may Dré, knock 'em up off they ass boy\n[01:40.81] We struggle like fat- just to get things that those\n[01:43.49] People got we forgot they always gonna keep a plot\n[01:46.01] Right up they sleeve you won't believe they deceive like weave\n[01:48.32] Thieves can't break in your crib and leave in that good life too\n[01:51.50] So gimme me and then I'm straight, as eight-oh-five\n[01:54.03] See, blindfolds can't cover three eyes\n[01:55.65] We wise to the fact so we attack with what we know\n[01:57.90] Heaven is the only good life, so what you strivin' fo'?\n[02:00.42] Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n[02:03.12] (In the junction, in the junction)\n[02:05.35] Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n[02:08.63] (Junction, junction)\n[02:10.17] To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n[02:13.11] 'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\n[02:15.69] Y'all, yes, yes, uhh\n[02:20.25] (Junction, junction)\n[02:20.28] Well, like flip-flops and football socks\n[02:22.39] Be rockin' the mic like birthdays\n[02:23.55] Lil' Jon and Sercy, so are you worthy?\n[02:25.44] I'm callin' yo' ass a flawed pimp\n[02:26.54] Yappin' about this crew you run wit'\n[02:27.74] Bankhead bouncin' to that dumb sh-\n[02:29.24] So what mo' can you come wit'?\n[02:30.38] Yeah, they can bite, but cannot be us\n[02:32.44] They can come and pick up little slang but cannot see us\n[02:34.81] You ought to be ashamed, trying to fit in my adidas\n[02:37.28] So Run like D.M.C. is me and, no, don't got no heater\n[02:39.52] Well, we zippin' around the corner in that golden stankin' Lincoln\n[02:42.52] I got my heat up under my seat\n[02:43.74] Just in case these youngsters tryin' to take it\n[02:45.06] Pullin' the pistol on another black man was never the plot\n[02:47.67] But sometimes my brothers lose theyself and try to take my spot\n[02:50.39] They come like black stallions in the night\n[02:52.18] Usually around fo' or five is when they figure the time is right\n[02:55.02] When you good and sleep, I couldn't sleep until I seen it\n[02:57.52] 'Wit my own eyes, 'til they come over the hill, surprise\n[03:00.38] Be careful 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it ain't no dope on the streets\n\n  And a quarter pound of feet weed, that's all a like me need\n  Talkin' about that Southern sess, you all up in that mess\n  But never shall you test, and never shall you quit\n  Runnin' up on me with that- will get you nothin' but dead\n\n  Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n  (In the junction, in the junction)\n  Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n  (Junction, junction)\n  To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n  'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\n  Y'all, yes, yes, uhh\n  (Junction, junction)\n\n  Uh check, uh well I'm drankin' on 'gnac while I'm dippin' off in that 'llac ('llac)\n  The junkies around my way are always smokin' up on that\n  Be layin' them College Park flat on they backs (backs)\n  Livin' the life of pimps steadily makin' this paper stack\n  Don't understand the master plan, crumble yo' herb, man\n  'Til they start kickin' the door 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B-I-G is high and fly like ValuJet\nYou thinkin' about the beatin', this my ends is never met\nBlack man, white man, Jew man, ain't no joke\nRemember me and my cousin used to sit up on the porch\nAnd talk about when we get older, now we up against the ropes\nYeah, they kickin' door down, 'cause it ain't no dope on the streets\n\nAnd a quarter pound of feet weed, that's all a like me need\nTalkin' about that Southern sess, you all up in that mess\nBut never shall you test, and never shall you quit\nRunnin' up on me with that- will get you nothin' but dead\n\nBe careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n(In the junction, in the junction)\nDon't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n(Junction, junction)\nTo all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\nY'all, yes, yes, uhh\n(Junction, junction)\n\nUh check, uh well I'm drankin' on 'gnac while I'm dippin' off in that 'llac 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weave\n[01:48.32] Thieves can't break in your crib and leave in that good life too\n[01:51.50] So gimme me and then I'm straight, as eight-oh-five\n[01:54.03] See, blindfolds can't cover three eyes\n[01:55.65] We wise to the fact so we attack with what we know\n[01:57.90] Heaven is the only good life, so what you strivin' fo'?\n[02:00.42] Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n[02:03.12] (In the junction, in the junction)\n[02:05.35] Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n[02:08.63] (Junction, junction)\n[02:10.17] To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n[02:13.11] 'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\n[02:15.69] Y'all, yes, yes, uhh\n[02:20.25] (Junction, junction)\n[02:20.28] Well, like flip-flops and football socks\n[02:22.39] Be rockin' the mic like birthdays\n[02:23.55] Lil' Jon and Sercy, so are you worthy?\n[02:25.44] I'm callin' yo' ass a flawed pimp\n[02:26.54] Yappin' about this crew you 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are always smokin' up on that\nBe layin' them College Park flat on they backs (backs)\nLivin' the life of pimps steadily makin' this paper stack\nDon't understand the master plan, crumble yo' herb, man\n'Til they start kickin' the door down, then we ready to blast them\nOut (out) like 'kast ('kast), we 'bout to crash (crash)\nSo mayday, may Dré, knock 'em up off they ass boy\nWe struggle like fat- just to get things that those\nPeople got we forgot they always gonna keep a plot\nRight up they sleeve you won't believe they deceive like weave\nThieves can't break in your crib and leave in that good life too\nSo gimme me and then I'm straight, as eight-oh-five\nSee, blindfolds can't cover three eyes\nWe wise to the fact so we attack with what we know\nHeaven is the only good life, so what you strivin' fo'?\n\nBe careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n(In the junction, in the junction)\nDon't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n(Junction, junction)\nTo 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like me need\n  Talkin' about that Southern sess, you all up in that mess\n  But never shall you test, and never shall you quit\n  Runnin' up on me with that- will get you nothin' but dead\n\n  Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n  (In the junction, in the junction)\n  Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n  (Junction, junction)\n  To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n  'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\n  Y'all, yes, yes, uhh\n  (Junction, junction)\n\n  Uh check, uh well I'm drankin' on 'gnac while I'm dippin' off in that 'llac ('llac)\n  The junkies around my way are always smokin' up on that\n  Be layin' them College Park flat on they backs (backs)\n  Livin' the life of pimps steadily makin' this paper stack\n  Don't understand the master plan, crumble yo' herb, man\n  'Til they start kickin' the door down, then we ready to blast them\n  Out (out) like 'kast ('kast), we 'bout to 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Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n  (Junction, junction)\n  To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n  'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\n  Y'all, yes, yes, uhh\n  (Junction, junction)\n"},{"id":17523740,"name":"Spaghetti Junction","trackName":"Spaghetti Junction","artistName":"OutKast","albumName":"Original Album Classics","duration":237.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, yes, Spaghetti Junction, yes, yes\nElope, ski slopes\nDamn, yeah, check it out\n\nElope wit ski slopes and fall like avalanches\nTootin' like it's cool, he's a fool, and I can't just\nSit around and watch those nose membranes flame\nMy ends is loose and you can't stop that rain\nWhen it starts to fall\n\nLookin' like Ms. Pac-Man, hammers and Vogues and cat-man\nI'm speaking about these pros 'cause you know nothing bout that, man\nThe- the B-I-G is high and fly like ValuJet\nYou thinkin' about the beatin', this my ends is never met\nBlack man, white man, Jew man, ain't no joke\nRemember me and my cousin used to sit up on the porch\nAnd talk about when we get older, now we up against the ropes\nYeah, they kickin' door down, 'cause it ain't no dope on the streets\n\nAnd a quarter pound of feet weed, that's all a like me need\nTalkin' about that Southern sess, you all up in that mess\nBut never shall you test, and never shall you quit\nRunnin' up on me with that- will get you nothin' but dead\n\nBe careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n(In the junction, in the junction)\nDon't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n(Junction, junction)\nTo all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\nY'all, yes, yes, uhh\n(Junction, junction)\n\nUh check, uh well I'm drankin' on 'gnac while I'm dippin' off in that 'llac ('llac)\nThe junkies around my way are always smokin' up on that\nBe layin' them College Park flat on they backs (backs)\nLivin' the life of pimps steadily makin' this paper stack\nDon't understand the master plan, crumble yo' herb, man\n'Til they start kickin' the door down, then we ready to blast them\nOut (out) like 'kast ('kast), we 'bout to crash (crash)\nSo mayday, may Dré, knock 'em up off they ass boy\nWe struggle like fat- just to get things that those\nPeople got we forgot they always gonna keep a plot\nRight up they sleeve you won't believe they deceive like weave\nThieves can't break in your crib and leave in that good life too\nSo gimme me and then I'm straight, as eight-oh-five\nSee, blindfolds can't cover three eyes\nWe wise to the fact so we attack with what we know\nHeaven is the only good life, so what you strivin' fo'?\n\nBe careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n(In the junction, in the junction)\nDon't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n(Junction, junction)\nTo all you players play ya brims and you hustla 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never met\nBlack man, white man, Jew man, ain't no joke\nRemember me and my cousin used to sit up on the porch\nAnd talk about when we get older, now we up against the ropes\nYeah, they kickin' door down, 'cause it ain't no dope on the streets\n\nAnd a quarter pound of feet weed, that's all a like me need\nTalkin' about that Southern sess, you all up in that mess\nBut never shall you test, and never shall you quit\nRunnin' up on me with that- will get you nothin' but dead\n\nBe careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n(In the junction, in the junction)\nDon't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n(Junction, junction)\nTo all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\nY'all, yes, yes, uhh\n(Junction, junction)\n\nUh check, uh well I'm drankin' on 'gnac while I'm dippin' off in that 'llac ('llac)\nThe junkies around my way are always smokin' up on that\nBe layin' them College Park flat on they backs (backs)\nLivin' the life of pimps steadily makin' this paper stack\nDon't understand the master plan, crumble yo' herb, man\n'Til they start kickin' the door down, then we ready to blast them\nOut (out) like 'kast ('kast), we 'bout to crash (crash)\nSo mayday, may Dré, knock 'em up off they ass boy\nWe struggle like fat- just to get things that those\nPeople got we forgot they always gonna keep a plot\nRight up they sleeve you won't believe they deceive like weave\nThieves can't break in your crib and leave in that good life too\nSo gimme me and then I'm straight, as eight-oh-five\nSee, blindfolds can't cover three eyes\nWe wise to the fact so we attack with what we know\nHeaven is the only good life, so what you strivin' fo'?\n\nBe careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n(In the junction, in the junction)\nDon't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n(Junction, junction)\nTo all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya 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man, ain't no joke\nRemember me and my cousin used to sit up on the porch\nAnd talk about when we get older, now we up against the ropes\nYeah, they kickin' door down, 'cause it ain't no dope on the streets\n\nAnd a quarter pound of feet weed, that's all a like me need\nTalkin' about that Southern sess, you all up in that mess\nBut never shall you test, and never shall you quit\nRunnin' up on me with that- will get you nothin' but dead\n\nBe careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n(In the junction, in the junction)\nDon't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n(Junction, junction)\nTo all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\nY'all, yes, yes, uhh\n(Junction, junction)\n\nUh check, uh well I'm drankin' on 'gnac while I'm dippin' off in that 'llac ('llac)\nThe junkies around my way are always smokin' up on that\nBe layin' them College Park flat on they backs (backs)\nLivin' the life of pimps steadily makin' this paper stack\nDon't understand the master plan, crumble yo' herb, man\n'Til they start kickin' the door down, then we ready to blast them\nOut (out) like 'kast ('kast), we 'bout to crash (crash)\nSo mayday, may Dré, knock 'em up off they ass boy\nWe struggle like fat- just to get things that those\nPeople got we forgot they always gonna keep a plot\nRight up they sleeve you won't believe they deceive like weave\nThieves can't break in your crib and leave in that good life too\nSo gimme me and then I'm straight, as eight-oh-five\nSee, blindfolds can't cover three eyes\nWe wise to the fact so we attack with what we know\nHeaven is the only good life, so what you strivin' fo'?\n\nBe careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n(In the junction, in the junction)\nDon't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n(Junction, junction)\nTo all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n'Llac and pimps and macks I love 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eight-oh-five\n[01:54.03] See, blindfolds can't cover three eyes\n[01:55.65] We wise to the fact so we attack with what we know\n[01:57.90] Heaven is the only good life, so what you strivin' fo'?\n[02:00.42] Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n[02:03.12] (In the junction, in the junction)\n[02:05.35] Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n[02:08.63] (Junction, junction)\n[02:10.17] To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n[02:13.11] 'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\n[02:15.69] Y'all, yes, yes, uhh\n[02:20.25] (Junction, junction)\n[02:20.28] Well, like flip-flops and football socks\n[02:22.39] Be rockin' the mic like birthdays\n[02:23.55] Lil' Jon and Sercy, so are you worthy?\n[02:25.44] I'm callin' yo' ass a flawed pimp\n[02:26.54] Yappin' about this crew you run wit'\n[02:27.74] Bankhead bouncin' to that dumb sh-\n[02:29.24] So what mo' can you come wit'?\n[02:30.38] Yeah, they can bite, 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eight-oh-five\n[01:54.03] See, blindfolds can't cover three eyes\n[01:55.65] We wise to the fact so we attack with what we know\n[01:57.90] Heaven is the only good life, so what you strivin' fo'?\n[02:00.42] Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n[02:03.12] (In the junction, in the junction)\n[02:05.35] Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n[02:08.63] (Junction, junction)\n[02:10.17] To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n[02:13.11] 'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\n[02:15.69] Y'all, yes, yes, uhh\n[02:20.25] (Junction, junction)\n[02:20.28] Well, like flip-flops and football socks\n[02:22.39] Be rockin' the mic like birthdays\n[02:23.55] Lil' Jon and Sercy, so are you worthy?\n[02:25.44] I'm callin' yo' ass a flawed pimp\n[02:26.54] Yappin' about this crew you run wit'\n[02:27.74] Bankhead bouncin' to that dumb sh-\n[02:29.24] So what mo' can you come wit'?\n[02:30.38] Yeah, they can bite, 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need\n  Talkin' about that Southern sess, you all up in that mess\n  But never shall you test, and never shall you quit\n  Runnin' up on me with that- will get you nothin' but dead\n\n  Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n  (In the junction, in the junction)\n  Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n  (Junction, junction)\n  To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n  'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\n  Y'all, yes, yes, uhh\n  (Junction, junction)\n\n  Uh check, uh well I'm drankin' on 'gnac while I'm dippin' off in that 'llac ('llac)\n  The junkies around my way are always smokin' up on that\n  Be layin' them College Park flat on they backs (backs)\n  Livin' the life of pimps steadily makin' this paper stack\n  Don't understand the master plan, crumble yo' herb, man\n  'Til they start kickin' the door down, then we ready to blast them\n  Out (out) like 'kast ('kast), we 'bout to crash 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worthy?\n  I'm callin' yo' ass a flawed pimp\n  Yappin' about this crew you run wit'\n  Bankhead bouncin' to that dumb sh-\n  So what mo' can you come wit'?\n  Yeah, they can bite, but cannot be us\n  They can come and pick up little slang but cannot see us\n  You ought to be ashamed, trying to fit in my adidas\n  So Run like D.M.C. is me and, no, don't got no heater\n  Well, we zippin' around the corner in that golden stankin' Lincoln\n  I got my heat up under my seat\n  Just in case these youngsters tryin' to take it\n  Pullin' the pistol on another black man was never the plot\n  But sometimes my brothers lose theyself and try to take my spot\n  They come like black stallions in the night\n  Usually around fo' or five is when they figure the time is right\n  When you good and sleep, I couldn't sleep until I seen it\n  'Wit my own eyes, 'til they come over the hill, surprise\n\n  Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n  (In the junction, in the junction)\n  Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n  (Junction, junction)\n  To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n  'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\n  Y'all, yes, yes, uhh\n  (Junction, junction)\n"},{"id":17668794,"name":"Spaghetti Junction","trackName":"Spaghetti Junction","artistName":"Outkast","albumName":"Stankonia (Deluxe Version)","duration":237.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, yes, Spaghetti Junction, yes, yes\nElope, ski slopes\nDamn, yeah, check it out\n\nElope wit ski slopes and fall like avalanches\nTootin' like it's cool, he's a fool, and I can't just\nSit around and watch those nose membranes flame\nMy ends is loose and you can't stop that rain\nWhen it starts to fall\n\nLookin' like Ms. Pac-Man, hammers and Vogues and cat-man\nI'm speaking about these pros 'cause you know nothing bout that, man\nThe- the B-I-G is high and fly like ValuJet\nYou thinkin' about the beatin', this my ends is never met\nBlack man, white man, Jew man, ain't no joke\nRemember me and my cousin used to sit up on the porch\nAnd talk about when we get older, now we up against the ropes\nYeah, they kickin' door down, 'cause it ain't no dope on the streets\n\nAnd a quarter pound of feet weed, that's all a like me need\nTalkin' about that Southern sess, you all up in that mess\nBut never shall you test, and never shall you quit\nRunnin' up on me with that- will get you nothin' but dead\n\nBe careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n(In the junction, in the junction)\nDon't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n(Junction, junction)\nTo all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\nY'all, yes, yes, uhh\n(Junction, junction)\n\nUh check, uh well I'm drankin' on 'gnac while I'm dippin' off in that 'llac ('llac)\nThe junkies around my way are always smokin' up on that\nBe layin' them College Park flat on they backs (backs)\nLivin' the life of pimps steadily makin' this paper stack\nDon't understand the master plan, crumble yo' herb, man\n'Til they start kickin' the door down, then we ready to blast them\nOut (out) like 'kast ('kast), we 'bout to crash (crash)\nSo mayday, may Dré, knock 'em up off they ass boy\nWe struggle like fat- just to get things that those\nPeople got we forgot they always gonna keep a plot\nRight up they sleeve you won't believe they deceive like weave\nThieves can't break in your crib and leave in that good life too\nSo gimme me and then I'm straight, as eight-oh-five\nSee, blindfolds can't cover three eyes\nWe wise to the fact so we attack with what we know\nHeaven is the only good life, so what you strivin' fo'?\n\nBe careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n(In the junction, in the junction)\nDon't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n(Junction, junction)\nTo all you players play ya brims and you hustla 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and then I'm straight, as eight-oh-five\n[01:54.03] See, blindfolds can't cover three eyes\n[01:55.65] We wise to the fact so we attack with what we know\n[01:57.90] Heaven is the only good life, so what you strivin' fo'?\n[02:00.42] Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n[02:03.12] (In the junction, in the junction)\n[02:05.35] Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n[02:08.63] (Junction, junction)\n[02:10.17] To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n[02:13.11] 'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\n[02:15.69] Y'all, yes, yes, uhh\n[02:20.25] (Junction, junction)\n[02:20.28] Well, like flip-flops and football socks\n[02:22.39] Be rockin' the mic like birthdays\n[02:23.55] Lil' Jon and Sercy, so are you worthy?\n[02:25.44] I'm callin' yo' ass a flawed pimp\n[02:26.54] Yappin' about this crew you run wit'\n[02:27.74] Bankhead bouncin' to that dumb sh-\n[02:29.24] So what mo' can you come wit'?\n[02:30.38] Yeah, they can bite, but cannot be us\n[02:32.44] They can come and pick up little slang but cannot see us\n[02:34.81] You ought to be ashamed, trying to fit in my adidas\n[02:37.28] So Run like D.M.C. is me and, no, don't got no heater\n[02:39.52] Well, we zippin' around the corner in that golden stankin' Lincoln\n[02:42.52] I got my heat up under my seat\n[02:43.74] Just in case these youngsters tryin' to take it\n[02:45.06] Pullin' the pistol on another black man was never the plot\n[02:47.67] But sometimes my brothers lose theyself and try to take my spot\n[02:50.39] They come like black stallions in the night\n[02:52.18] Usually around fo' or five is when they figure the time is right\n[02:55.02] When you good and sleep, I couldn't sleep until I seen it\n[02:57.52] 'Wit my own eyes, 'til they come over the hill, surprise\n[03:00.38] Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n[03:02.68] (In the junction, in the junction)\n[03:04.80] Don't you 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need\n  Talkin' about that Southern sess, you all up in that mess\n  But never shall you test, and never shall you quit\n  Runnin' up on me with that- will get you nothin' but dead\n\n  Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n  (In the junction, in the junction)\n  Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n  (Junction, junction)\n  To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n  'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\n  Y'all, yes, yes, uhh\n  (Junction, junction)\n\n  Uh check, uh well I'm drankin' on 'gnac while I'm dippin' off in that 'llac ('llac)\n  The junkies around my way are always smokin' up on that\n  Be layin' them College Park flat on they backs (backs)\n  Livin' the life of pimps steadily makin' this paper stack\n  Don't understand the master plan, crumble yo' herb, man\n  'Til they start kickin' the door down, then we ready to blast them\n  Out (out) like 'kast ('kast), we 'bout to crash 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worthy?\n  I'm callin' yo' ass a flawed pimp\n  Yappin' about this crew you run wit'\n  Bankhead bouncin' to that dumb sh-\n  So what mo' can you come wit'?\n  Yeah, they can bite, but cannot be us\n  They can come and pick up little slang but cannot see us\n  You ought to be ashamed, trying to fit in my adidas\n  So Run like D.M.C. is me and, no, don't got no heater\n  Well, we zippin' around the corner in that golden stankin' Lincoln\n  I got my heat up under my seat\n  Just in case these youngsters tryin' to take it\n  Pullin' the pistol on another black man was never the plot\n  But sometimes my brothers lose theyself and try to take my spot\n  They come like black stallions in the night\n  Usually around fo' or five is when they figure the time is right\n  When you good and sleep, I couldn't sleep until I seen it\n  'Wit my own eyes, 'til they come over the hill, surprise\n\n  Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n  (In the junction, in the junction)\n  Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n  (Junction, junction)\n  To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n  'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\n  Y'all, yes, yes, uhh\n  (Junction, junction)\n"},{"id":18389723,"name":"Spaghetti Junction","trackName":"Spaghetti Junction","artistName":"OutKast","albumName":"(2000) Stankonia","duration":237.740408,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, yes, Spaghetti Junction, yes, yes\nElope, ski slopes\nDamn, yeah, check it out\n\nElope wit ski slopes and fall like avalanches\nTootin' like it's cool, he's a fool, and I can't just\nSit around and watch those nose membranes flame\nMy ends is loose and you can't stop that rain\nWhen it starts to fall\n\nLookin' like Ms. Pac-Man, hammers and Vogues and cat-man\nI'm speaking about these pros 'cause you know nothing bout that, man\nThe- the B-I-G is high and fly like ValuJet\nYou thinkin' about the beatin', this my ends is never met\nBlack man, white man, Jew man, ain't no joke\nRemember me and my cousin used to sit up on the porch\nAnd talk about when we get older, now we up against the ropes\nYeah, they kickin' door down, 'cause it ain't no dope on the streets\n\nAnd a quarter pound of feet weed, that's all a like me need\nTalkin' about that Southern sess, you all up in that mess\nBut never shall you test, and never shall you quit\nRunnin' up on me with that- will get you nothin' but dead\n\nBe careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n(In the junction, in the junction)\nDon't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n(Junction, junction)\nTo all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\nY'all, yes, yes, uhh\n(Junction, junction)\n\nUh check, uh well I'm drankin' on 'gnac while I'm dippin' off in that 'llac ('llac)\nThe junkies around my way are always smokin' up on that\nBe layin' them College Park flat on they backs (backs)\nLivin' the life of pimps steadily makin' this paper stack\nDon't understand the master plan, crumble yo' herb, man\n'Til they start kickin' the door down, then we ready to blast them\nOut (out) like 'kast ('kast), we 'bout to crash (crash)\nSo mayday, may Dré, knock 'em up off they ass boy\nWe struggle like fat- just to get things that those\nPeople got we forgot they always gonna keep a plot\nRight up they sleeve you won't believe they deceive like weave\nThieves can't break in your crib and leave in that good life too\nSo gimme me and then I'm straight, as eight-oh-five\nSee, blindfolds can't cover three eyes\nWe wise to the fact so we attack with what we know\nHeaven is the only good life, so what you strivin' fo'?\n\nBe careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home\n(In the junction, in the junction)\nDon't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n(Junction, junction)\nTo all you players play ya brims and you hustla 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Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n  (Junction, junction)\n  To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n  'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\n  Y'all, yes, yes, uhh\n  (Junction, junction)\n"},{"id":20601111,"name":"Spaghetti Junction","trackName":"Spaghetti Junction","artistName":"Outkast","albumName":"Stankonia","duration":202.01125,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, Spaghetti Junction, yes yes\nElope ski slopes(Coughs)\nAhh\nDamn\nYeah\nCheck it out\n\nNiggas elope wit ski slopes and fall like avalanches\nTootin like it's cool: he's a fool, and i can't just\nSit around and watch those nose membranes flame\nMy ends is loose and you can't stop that rain\nWhen it starts to fall\n\nLookin' like Ms. Pacman, hammers and Vogues and cat-man\nI'm speaking about these pros' cause you know nothing bout that, man\nThe nigga the B-I-G is high in flight like ValuJet\nYou thinkin' about the beatin', this is my ends is never met, nigga\n\nBlack man, white man, Jew man, ain't no joke\nRemember me and my cousin used to sit up on the porch\nAnd talk about when we get older; now we up against the ropes\nYeah, they kickin' niggas door down,\n'Cause it ain't no dope on the streets\n\nAnd a quarter poubd to feet weed\nThat's all a nigga like me need\nTalkin' about that Southern sess, nigga, you all up in that mess\nBut never shall you test, and never shall you quit\nRunnin' up on me with that fuck shit\nWill get you nothin' but dead, nigga\n\nBe careful where you roam cause you might not make it home\n(In the junction, in the junction)\nDon't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n(Junction, junction)\nTo all ya playas play ya brims and ya hustla chrome ya rims\n'Llac and Pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\nY'all, Yes, yes, uhh\n(Junction, junction)\n\nUh, well I'm drankin' on 'gnac while\nI'm dippin off in that 'llac ('llac)\nThe junkies around my way are always smokin up on that crack (crack)\nBe layin' them College Park hoes flat on they backs (backs)\nLivin' the life of pimps steadily makin' this paper stack\nNiggas don't understand the master plan, crumble yo' herb, man\nTill they start kickin the door, then we ready to blast them\nOut (Out) like 'Kast ('Kast), we 'bout to crash (crash)\nSo mayday, may Dré, knock em up off they ass boi\nWe struggle like fat hoes just to get things that those\nPeople got we forgot they always gonna keep a plot\nRight up they sleeve you won't believe they deceive like weave\nThieves can't break in your crib and leave in that good life too\nSo gimme me and then I'm straight as eight-oh-five\nSee, blindfolds can't cover three eyes\nWe wise to the fact so we attack wit what we know\nHeaven is the only good life so what you strivin fo'?\n\nBe careful where you roam cause you might not make it home\n(In the junction, in the junction)\nDon't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n(Junction, junction)\nTo all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\nY'all, yes, yes, uhh\n(Junction, junction)\n\nWell Iike flip-flops and football socks\nA nigga be rockin the mic like birthdays\nLil Jon and Sercy, so are you worthy?\nI'm callin yo ass a flawed pimp\nYappin' about this crew you run wit\nBankhead bouncing to that dumb shit\nSo what mo can you come wit'?\n\nYeah they can bite, but cannot be us\nThey can come and pick up little slang but cannot see us\nYou ought to be ashamed, trying to fit in my adidas\nSo Run like DMC is me and no, don't got no heater\nWell, we zippin' around the corner in that golden stankin' Lincoln\nGot my heat up under my seat\nJust in case these youngsters tryin to take it\nPullin the pistol on another black man was never the plot\nBut sometimes a brother will shoot for wealth and try to take my spot\n\nThey come like black stallions in the night\nUsually around four or five is when they figure the time is right\nWhen you good and sleep; I couldn't sleep until I seen it\nWit' my own eyes, till they come over the hill-surprise\n\nBe careful where you roam cause you might not make it home\n(In the junction, in the junction)\nDon't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n(Junction, junction)\nTo all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\nY'all, yes, yes, uhh\n(Junction, junction)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Spaghetti Junction\n  artist: Outkast\n  album: Stankonia\n  duration_ms: 202011\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, Spaghetti Junction, yes yes\n  Elope ski slopes(Coughs)\n  Ahh\n  Damn\n  Yeah\n  Check it out\n\n  Niggas elope wit ski slopes and fall like avalanches\n  Tootin like it's cool: he's a fool, and i can't just\n  Sit around and watch those nose membranes flame\n  My ends is loose and you can't stop that rain\n  When it starts to fall\n\n  Lookin' like Ms. Pacman, hammers and Vogues and cat-man\n  I'm speaking about these pros' cause you know nothing bout that, man\n  The nigga the B-I-G is high in flight like ValuJet\n  You thinkin' about the beatin', this is my ends is never met, nigga\n\n  Black man, white man, Jew man, ain't no joke\n  Remember me and my cousin used to sit up on the porch\n  And talk about when we get older; now we up against the ropes\n  Yeah, they kickin' niggas door down,\n  'Cause it ain't no dope on the streets\n\n  And a quarter poubd to feet weed\n  That's all a nigga like me need\n  Talkin' about that Southern sess, nigga, you all up in that mess\n  But never shall you test, and never shall you quit\n  Runnin' up on me with that fuck shit\n  Will get you nothin' but dead, nigga\n\n  Be careful where you roam cause you might not make it home\n  (In the junction, in the junction)\n  Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n  (Junction, junction)\n  To all ya playas play ya brims and ya hustla chrome ya rims\n  'Llac and Pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\n  Y'all, Yes, yes, uhh\n  (Junction, junction)\n\n  Uh, well I'm drankin' on 'gnac while\n  I'm dippin off in that 'llac ('llac)\n  The junkies around my way are always smokin up on that crack (crack)\n  Be layin' them College Park hoes flat on they backs (backs)\n  Livin' the life of pimps steadily makin' this paper stack\n  Niggas don't understand the master plan, crumble yo' herb, man\n  Till they start kickin the door, then we ready to blast them\n  Out (Out) like 'Kast ('Kast), we 'bout to crash (crash)\n  So mayday, may Dré, knock em up off they ass boi\n  We struggle like fat hoes just to get things that those\n  People got we forgot they always gonna keep a plot\n  Right up they sleeve you won't believe they deceive like weave\n  Thieves can't break in your crib and leave in that good life too\n  So gimme me and then I'm straight as eight-oh-five\n  See, blindfolds can't cover three eyes\n  We wise to the fact so we attack wit what we know\n  Heaven is the only good life so what you strivin fo'?\n\n  Be careful where you roam cause you might not make it home\n  (In the junction, in the junction)\n  Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n  (Junction, junction)\n  To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n  'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\n  Y'all, yes, yes, uhh\n  (Junction, junction)\n\n  Well Iike flip-flops and football socks\n  A nigga be rockin the mic like birthdays\n  Lil Jon and Sercy, so are you worthy?\n  I'm callin yo ass a flawed pimp\n  Yappin' about this crew you run wit\n  Bankhead bouncing to that dumb shit\n  So what mo can you come wit'?\n\n  Yeah they can bite, but cannot be us\n  They can come and pick up little slang but cannot see us\n  You ought to be ashamed, trying to fit in my adidas\n  So Run like DMC is me and no, don't got no heater\n  Well, we zippin' around the corner in that golden stankin' Lincoln\n  Got my heat up under my seat\n  Just in case these youngsters tryin to take it\n  Pullin the pistol on another black man was never the plot\n  But sometimes a brother will shoot for wealth and try to take my spot\n\n  They come like black stallions in the night\n  Usually around four or five is when they figure the time is right\n  When you good and sleep; I couldn't sleep until I seen it\n  Wit' my own eyes, till they come over the hill-surprise\n\n  Be careful where you roam cause you might not make it home\n  (In the junction, in the junction)\n  Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce\n  (Junction, junction)\n  To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims\n  'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend\n  Y'all, yes, yes, uhh\n  (Junction, junction)\n"}]