[{"id":505053,"name":"Queens","trackName":"Queens","artistName":"Pharoahe Monch","albumName":"Internal Affairs","duration":211.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Heheheh. hey yo.\n\nThere's a place I know where the bitches go\nWhere they rob you for you dough and shit on the low\nIn Southside. Queens, Queens\nWhere if you say The Ave.\nPeople automatically know the path\nYou don't have to do the math\nIn Southside. Queens, Queens\n\nI knew this nigga named Donovan\nAstonishin the way he used to handle the pill God (word?)\nLet me speak about the way he used to dribble off his knees\nAnd in the middle at the same time guzzlin a beer\nLike a puzzle or a riddle - discoverin his path to the hoop\nScoop, shot, tipped up the backboard OOPS\nSon got hops, never knew he woulda threw it\nCool nigga, when it came to school he blew it\nA scholar in acute niggarisms and metropolitans\nGet taller and yo Donovan hey come around the block\nDunn got the three sons, fuckin with coupons and refunds\nFood stamps, and still he was a champ\nTime to get loot for boots and kicks now\nFuck hoops gotta impress the chicks now\nHis momma said, \"Donovan why are you\nOn the corner of Linden,\" and got all rude\nHe said, \"Momma listen close I'ma tell you one time\nYou're killin my high, plus I got a nine\nAll I be doin is puttin in work\nSo you can get a brand new dress for church\nI know the Devil lurks outside, man it's cold\nBut I don't wanna get paid slow, and grow old\nLike poppa - plus I'm on parole I gotta\nGet paid off the streets, to make ends meet\"\nWith the back of her hand, she smacked him in the face\nWalked out of the crib-piece, pissed with no taste\nThat night, rockin Nikes, eatin Mike'n'Ikes\nSlapboxin with a dyke on a bike too small\nThinkin, \"This time, next year, mom'll be able to. ohhh!\"\nShit from across the streets, niggaz approach - slow\nWell get the metal out, too late, the guns flash\nIn the melee they wet him like Reggae Sunsplash\nSun dashed with the quickness, back into the ride\nWith a smile on his face, the picture of pride\nBlood comin from his mouth, now I'm at his side\nKneelin over Donovan's body before he died\nEyes - flutterin up and down in his head\nAnd with his last breath this is what he said\nHe said, \"Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?\"\nThen I closed his eyes\n\nThere's a place I know where the people go\nWhere you can cash dough and chill on the low\nIn Southside. Queens, Queens\nWhere if you say The Ave.\nPeople automatically know the path\nYou don't have to do the math\nIn Southside. Queens, Queens\nAnd if you got a glock, you could bust shots\nLike?, when the block be hot\nIn. what we talkin bout. Queens, Queens\n\nUhh, c'mon uhh\nC'mon. uhh uhh\nI know where people go.\nWhere you can cash dough and chill on the low.","syncedLyrics":"[00:16.25] Heheheh. hey yo.\n[00:21.20] There's a place I know where the bitches go\n[00:24.21] Where they rob you for you dough and shit on the low\n[00:26.44] In Southside. Queens, Queens\n[00:31.60] Where if you say The Ave.\n[00:33.34] People automatically know the path\n[00:35.22] You don't have to do the math\n[00:36.57] In Southside. Queens, Queens\n[00:41.61] I knew this nigga named Donovan\n[00:43.03] Astonishin the way he used to handle the pill God (word?)\n[00:45.82] Let me speak about the way he used to dribble off his knees\n[00:48.33] And in the middle at the same time guzzlin a beer\n[00:51.01] Like a puzzle or a riddle - discoverin his path to the hoop\n[00:54.04] Scoop, shot, tipped up the backboard OOPS\n[00:56.68] Son got hops, never knew he woulda threw it\n[00:59.00] Cool nigga, when it came to school he blew it\n[01:01.38] A scholar in acute niggarisms and metropolitans\n[01:04.18] Get taller and yo Donovan hey come around the block\n[01:06.56] Dunn got the three sons, fuckin with coupons and refunds\n[01:09.64] Food stamps, and still he was a champ\n[01:11.69] Time to get loot for boots and kicks now\n[01:13.94] Fuck hoops gotta impress the chicks now\n[01:16.11] His momma said, \"Donovan why are you\n[01:19.39] On the corner of Linden,\" and got all rude\n[01:21.76] He said, \"Momma listen close I'ma tell you one time\n[01:24.02] You're killin my high, plus I got a nine\n[01:26.32] All I be doin is puttin in work\n[01:28.54] So you can get a brand new dress for church\n[01:30.88] I know the Devil lurks outside, man it's cold\n[01:33.44] But I don't wanna get paid slow, and grow old\n[01:36.18] Like poppa - plus I'm on parole I gotta\n[01:38.34] Get paid off the streets, to make ends meet\"\n[01:40.94] With the back of her hand, she smacked him in the face\n[01:43.79] Walked out of the crib-piece, pissed with no taste\n[01:46.09] That night, rockin Nikes, eatin Mike'n'Ikes\n[01:48.45] Slapboxin with a dyke on a bike too small\n[01:50.94] Thinkin, \"This time, next year, mom'll be able to. ohhh!\"\n[01:53.61] Shit from across the streets, niggaz approach - slow\n[01:56.03] Well get the metal out, too late, the guns flash\n[01:58.26] In the melee they wet him like Reggae Sunsplash\n[02:00.85] Sun dashed with the quickness, back into the ride\n[02:03.45] With a smile on his face, the picture of pride\n[02:05.70] Blood comin from his mouth, now I'm at his side\n[02:08.26] Kneelin over Donovan's body before he died\n[02:10.70] Eyes - flutterin up and down in his head\n[02:13.39] And with his last breath this is what he said\n[02:15.46] He said, \"Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?\"\n[02:24.28] Then I closed his eyes\n[02:25.77] There's a place I know where the people go\n[02:28.02] Where you can cash dough and chill on the low\n[02:30.52] In Southside. Queens, Queens\n[02:35.57] Where if you say The Ave.\n[02:37.36] People automatically know the path\n[02:39.14] You don't have to do the math\n[02:40.56] In Southside. Queens, Queens\n[02:45.41] And if you got a glock, you could bust shots\n[02:47.96] Like?, when the block be hot\n[02:50.78] In. what we talkin bout. Queens, Queens\n[02:55.46] Uhh, c'mon uhh\n[02:58.35] C'mon. uhh uhh\n[03:01.23] I know where people go.\n[03:03.04] Where you can cash dough and chill on the low.\n[03:06.90] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Queens\n artist: Pharoahe Monch\n album: Internal Affairs\n duration_ms: 211000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Heheheh. hey yo.\n start_ms: 16250\n end_ms: 21200\n- text: There's a place I know where the bitches go\n start_ms: 21200\n end_ms: 24210\n- text: Where they rob you for you dough and shit on the low\n start_ms: 24210\n end_ms: 26440\n- text: In Southside. 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Queens, Queens\n start_ms: 170780\n end_ms: 175460\n- text: Uhh, c'mon uhh\n start_ms: 175460\n end_ms: 178350\n- text: C'mon. uhh uhh\n start_ms: 178350\n end_ms: 181230\n- text: I know where people go.\n start_ms: 181230\n end_ms: 183040\n- text: Where you can cash dough and chill on the low.\n start_ms: 183040\n end_ms: 186900\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 186900\nplain: |-\n Heheheh. hey yo.\n\n There's a place I know where the bitches go\n Where they rob you for you dough and shit on the low\n In Southside. Queens, Queens\n Where if you say The Ave.\n People automatically know the path\n You don't have to do the math\n In Southside. Queens, Queens\n\n I knew this nigga named Donovan\n Astonishin the way he used to handle the pill God (word?)\n Let me speak about the way he used to dribble off his knees\n And in the middle at the same time guzzlin a beer\n Like a puzzle or a riddle - discoverin his path to the hoop\n Scoop, shot, tipped up the backboard OOPS\n Son got hops, never knew he woulda threw it\n Cool nigga, when it came to school he blew it\n A scholar in acute niggarisms and metropolitans\n Get taller and yo Donovan hey come around the block\n Dunn got the three sons, fuckin with coupons and refunds\n Food stamps, and still he was a champ\n Time to get loot for boots and kicks now\n Fuck hoops gotta impress the chicks now\n His momma said, \"Donovan why are you\n On the corner of Linden,\" and got all rude\n He said, \"Momma listen close I'ma tell you one time\n You're killin my high, plus I got a nine\n All I be doin is puttin in work\n So you can get a brand new dress for church\n I know the Devil lurks outside, man it's cold\n But I don't wanna get paid slow, and grow old\n Like poppa - plus I'm on parole I gotta\n Get paid off the streets, to make ends meet\"\n With the back of her hand, she smacked him in the face\n Walked out of the crib-piece, pissed with no taste\n That night, rockin Nikes, eatin Mike'n'Ikes\n Slapboxin with a dyke on a bike too small\n Thinkin, \"This time, next year, mom'll be able to. ohhh!\"\n Shit from across the streets, niggaz approach - slow\n Well get the metal out, too late, the guns flash\n In the melee they wet him like Reggae Sunsplash\n Sun dashed with the quickness, back into the ride\n With a smile on his face, the picture of pride\n Blood comin from his mouth, now I'm at his side\n Kneelin over Donovan's body before he died\n Eyes - flutterin up and down in his head\n And with his last breath this is what he said\n He said, \"Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?\"\n Then I closed his eyes\n\n There's a place I know where the people go\n Where you can cash dough and chill on the low\n In Southside. Queens, Queens\n Where if you say The Ave.\n People automatically know the path\n You don't have to do the math\n In Southside. Queens, Queens\n And if you got a glock, you could bust shots\n Like?, when the block be hot\n In. what we talkin bout. Queens, Queens\n\n Uhh, c'mon uhh\n C'mon. uhh uhh\n I know where people go.\n Where you can cash dough and chill on the low.\n"},{"id":31846436,"name":"Queens","trackName":"Queens","artistName":"Pharoahe Monch","albumName":"Top 500 of the Greatest Hip-Hop and Rap Songs","duration":211.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Heheheh. hey yo.\n\nThere's a place I know where the bitches go\nWhere they rob you for you dough and shit on the low\nIn Southside. Queens, Queens\nWhere if you say The Ave.\nPeople automatically know the path\nYou don't have to do the math\nIn Southside. Queens, Queens\n\nI knew this nigga named Donovan\nAstonishin the way he used to handle the pill God (word?)\nLet me speak about the way he used to dribble off his knees\nAnd in the middle at the same time guzzlin a beer\nLike a puzzle or a riddle - discoverin his path to the hoop\nScoop, shot, tipped up the backboard OOPS\nSon got hops, never knew he woulda threw it\nCool nigga, when it came to school he blew it\nA scholar in acute niggarisms and metropolitans\nGet taller and yo Donovan hey come around the block\nDunn got the three sons, fuckin with coupons and refunds\nFood stamps, and still he was a champ\nTime to get loot for boots and kicks now\nFuck hoops gotta impress the chicks now\nHis momma said, \"Donovan why are you\nOn the corner of Linden,\" and got all rude\nHe said, \"Momma listen close I'ma tell you one time\nYou're killin my high, plus I got a nine\nAll I be doin is puttin in work\nSo you can get a brand new dress for church\nI know the Devil lurks outside, man it's cold\nBut I don't wanna get paid slow, and grow old\nLike poppa - plus I'm on parole I gotta\nGet paid off the streets, to make ends meet\"\nWith the back of her hand, she smacked him in the face\nWalked out of the crib-piece, pissed with no taste\nThat night, rockin Nikes, eatin Mike'n'Ikes\nSlapboxin with a dyke on a bike too small\nThinkin, \"This time, next year, mom'll be able to. ohhh!\"\nShit from across the streets, niggaz approach - slow\nWell get the metal out, too late, the guns flash\nIn the melee they wet him like Reggae Sunsplash\nSun dashed with the quickness, back into the ride\nWith a smile on his face, the picture of pride\nBlood comin from his mouth, now I'm at his side\nKneelin over Donovan's body before he died\nEyes - flutterin up and down in his head\nAnd with his last breath this is what he said\nHe said, \"Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?\"\nThen I closed his eyes\n\nThere's a place I know where the people go\nWhere you can cash dough and chill on the low\nIn Southside. Queens, Queens\nWhere if you say The Ave.\nPeople automatically know the path\nYou don't have to do the math\nIn Southside. Queens, Queens\nAnd if you got a glock, you could bust shots\nLike?, when the block be hot\nIn. what we talkin bout. Queens, Queens\n\nUhh, c'mon uhh\nC'mon. uhh uhh\nI know where people go.\nWhere you can cash dough and chill on the low.","syncedLyrics":"[00:16.25] Heheheh. hey yo.\n[00:21.20] There's a place I know where the bitches go\n[00:24.21] Where they rob you for you dough and shit on the low\n[00:26.44] In Southside. Queens, Queens\n[00:31.60] Where if you say The Ave.\n[00:33.34] People automatically know the path\n[00:35.22] You don't have to do the math\n[00:36.57] In Southside. Queens, Queens\n[00:41.61] I knew this nigga named Donovan\n[00:43.03] Astonishin the way he used to handle the pill God (word?)\n[00:45.82] Let me speak about the way he used to dribble off his knees\n[00:48.33] And in the middle at the same time guzzlin a beer\n[00:51.01] Like a puzzle or a riddle - discoverin his path to the hoop\n[00:54.04] Scoop, shot, tipped up the backboard OOPS\n[00:56.68] Son got hops, never knew he woulda threw it\n[00:59.00] Cool nigga, when it came to school he blew it\n[01:01.38] A scholar in acute niggarisms and metropolitans\n[01:04.18] Get taller and yo Donovan hey come around the block\n[01:06.56] Dunn got the three sons, fuckin with coupons and refunds\n[01:09.64] Food stamps, and still he was a champ\n[01:11.69] Time to get loot for boots and kicks now\n[01:13.94] Fuck hoops gotta impress the chicks now\n[01:16.11] His momma said, \"Donovan why are you\n[01:19.39] On the corner of Linden,\" and got all rude\n[01:21.76] He said, \"Momma listen close I'ma tell you one time\n[01:24.02] You're killin my high, plus I got a nine\n[01:26.32] All I be doin is puttin in work\n[01:28.54] So you can get a brand new dress for church\n[01:30.88] I know the Devil lurks outside, man it's cold\n[01:33.44] But I don't wanna get paid slow, and grow old\n[01:36.18] Like poppa - plus I'm on parole I gotta\n[01:38.34] Get paid off the streets, to make ends meet\"\n[01:40.94] With the back of her hand, she smacked him in the face\n[01:43.79] Walked out of the crib-piece, pissed with no taste\n[01:46.09] That night, rockin Nikes, eatin Mike'n'Ikes\n[01:48.45] Slapboxin with a dyke on a bike too small\n[01:50.94] Thinkin, \"This time, next year, mom'll be able to. ohhh!\"\n[01:53.61] Shit from across the streets, niggaz approach - slow\n[01:56.03] Well get the metal out, too late, the guns flash\n[01:58.26] In the melee they wet him like Reggae Sunsplash\n[02:00.85] Sun dashed with the quickness, back into the ride\n[02:03.45] With a smile on his face, the picture of pride\n[02:05.70] Blood comin from his mouth, now I'm at his side\n[02:08.26] Kneelin over Donovan's body before he died\n[02:10.70] Eyes - flutterin up and down in his head\n[02:13.39] And with his last breath this is what he said\n[02:15.46] He said, \"Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?\"\n[02:24.28] Then I closed his eyes\n[02:25.77] There's a place I know where the people go\n[02:28.02] Where you can cash dough and chill on the low\n[02:30.52] In Southside. Queens, Queens\n[02:35.57] Where if you say The Ave.\n[02:37.36] People automatically know the path\n[02:39.14] You don't have to do the math\n[02:40.56] In Southside. Queens, Queens\n[02:45.41] And if you got a glock, you could bust shots\n[02:47.96] Like?, when the block be hot\n[02:50.78] In. what we talkin bout. Queens, Queens\n[02:55.46] Uhh, c'mon uhh\n[02:58.35] C'mon. uhh uhh\n[03:01.23] I know where people go.\n[03:03.04] Where you can cash dough and chill on the low.\n[03:06.90] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Queens\n artist: Pharoahe Monch\n album: Top 500 of the Greatest Hip-Hop and Rap Songs\n duration_ms: 211000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Heheheh. hey yo.\n start_ms: 16250\n end_ms: 21200\n- text: There's a place I know where the bitches go\n start_ms: 21200\n end_ms: 24210\n- text: Where they rob you for you dough and shit on the low\n start_ms: 24210\n end_ms: 26440\n- text: In Southside. 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Queens, Queens\n start_ms: 150520\n end_ms: 155570\n- text: Where if you say The Ave.\n start_ms: 155570\n end_ms: 157360\n- text: People automatically know the path\n start_ms: 157360\n end_ms: 159140\n- text: You don't have to do the math\n start_ms: 159140\n end_ms: 160560\n- text: In Southside. Queens, Queens\n start_ms: 160560\n end_ms: 165410\n- text: And if you got a glock, you could bust shots\n start_ms: 165410\n end_ms: 167960\n- text: Like?, when the block be hot\n start_ms: 167960\n end_ms: 170780\n- text: In. what we talkin bout. 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Queens, Queens\n\n I knew this nigga named Donovan\n Astonishin the way he used to handle the pill God (word?)\n Let me speak about the way he used to dribble off his knees\n And in the middle at the same time guzzlin a beer\n Like a puzzle or a riddle - discoverin his path to the hoop\n Scoop, shot, tipped up the backboard OOPS\n Son got hops, never knew he woulda threw it\n Cool nigga, when it came to school he blew it\n A scholar in acute niggarisms and metropolitans\n Get taller and yo Donovan hey come around the block\n Dunn got the three sons, fuckin with coupons and refunds\n Food stamps, and still he was a champ\n Time to get loot for boots and kicks now\n Fuck hoops gotta impress the chicks now\n His momma said, \"Donovan why are you\n On the corner of Linden,\" and got all rude\n He said, \"Momma listen close I'ma tell you one time\n You're killin my high, plus I got a nine\n All I be doin is puttin in work\n So you can get a brand new dress for church\n I know the Devil lurks outside, man it's cold\n But I don't wanna get paid slow, and grow old\n Like poppa - plus I'm on parole I gotta\n Get paid off the streets, to make ends meet\"\n With the back of her hand, she smacked him in the face\n Walked out of the crib-piece, pissed with no taste\n That night, rockin Nikes, eatin Mike'n'Ikes\n Slapboxin with a dyke on a bike too small\n Thinkin, \"This time, next year, mom'll be able to. ohhh!\"\n Shit from across the streets, niggaz approach - slow\n Well get the metal out, too late, the guns flash\n In the melee they wet him like Reggae Sunsplash\n Sun dashed with the quickness, back into the ride\n With a smile on his face, the picture of pride\n Blood comin from his mouth, now I'm at his side\n Kneelin over Donovan's body before he died\n Eyes - flutterin up and down in his head\n And with his last breath this is what he said\n He said, \"Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?\"\n Then I closed his eyes\n\n There's a place I know where the people go\n Where you can cash dough and chill on the low\n In Southside. Queens, Queens\n Where if you say The Ave.\n People automatically know the path\n You don't have to do the math\n In Southside. Queens, Queens\n And if you got a glock, you could bust shots\n Like?, when the block be hot\n In. what we talkin bout. Queens, Queens\n\n Uhh, c'mon uhh\n C'mon. uhh uhh\n I know where people go.\n Where you can cash dough and chill on the low.\n"},{"id":31549093,"name":"Queens","trackName":"Queens","artistName":"Pharoahe Monch","albumName":"Top 1000 Hip-Hop & Rap Songs (1979-2009)","duration":211.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Heheheh. hey yo.\n\nThere's a place I know where the bitches go\nWhere they rob you for you dough and shit on the low\nIn Southside. Queens, Queens\nWhere if you say The Ave.\nPeople automatically know the path\nYou don't have to do the math\nIn Southside. Queens, Queens\n\nI knew this nigga named Donovan\nAstonishin the way he used to handle the pill God (word?)\nLet me speak about the way he used to dribble off his knees\nAnd in the middle at the same time guzzlin a beer\nLike a puzzle or a riddle - discoverin his path to the hoop\nScoop, shot, tipped up the backboard OOPS\nSon got hops, never knew he woulda threw it\nCool nigga, when it came to school he blew it\nA scholar in acute niggarisms and metropolitans\nGet taller and yo Donovan hey come around the block\nDunn got the three sons, fuckin with coupons and refunds\nFood stamps, and still he was a champ\nTime to get loot for boots and kicks now\nFuck hoops gotta impress the chicks now\nHis momma said, \"Donovan why are you\nOn the corner of Linden,\" and got all rude\nHe said, \"Momma listen close I'ma tell you one time\nYou're killin my high, plus I got a nine\nAll I be doin is puttin in work\nSo you can get a brand new dress for church\nI know the Devil lurks outside, man it's cold\nBut I don't wanna get paid slow, and grow old\nLike poppa - plus I'm on parole I gotta\nGet paid off the streets, to make ends meet\"\nWith the back of her hand, she smacked him in the face\nWalked out of the crib-piece, pissed with no taste\nThat night, rockin Nikes, eatin Mike'n'Ikes\nSlapboxin with a dyke on a bike too small\nThinkin, \"This time, next year, mom'll be able to. ohhh!\"\nShit from across the streets, niggaz approach - slow\nWell get the metal out, too late, the guns flash\nIn the melee they wet him like Reggae Sunsplash\nSun dashed with the quickness, back into the ride\nWith a smile on his face, the picture of pride\nBlood comin from his mouth, now I'm at his side\nKneelin over Donovan's body before he died\nEyes - flutterin up and down in his head\nAnd with his last breath this is what he said\nHe said, \"Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?\"\nThen I closed his eyes\n\nThere's a place I know where the people go\nWhere you can cash dough and chill on the low\nIn Southside. Queens, Queens\nWhere if you say The Ave.\nPeople automatically know the path\nYou don't have to do the math\nIn Southside. Queens, Queens\nAnd if you got a glock, you could bust shots\nLike?, when the block be hot\nIn. what we talkin bout. Queens, Queens\n\nUhh, c'mon uhh\nC'mon. uhh uhh\nI know where people go.\nWhere you can cash dough and chill on the low.","syncedLyrics":"[00:16.25] Heheheh. hey yo.\n[00:21.20] There's a place I know where the bitches go\n[00:24.21] Where they rob you for you dough and shit on the low\n[00:26.44] In Southside. Queens, Queens\n[00:31.60] Where if you say The Ave.\n[00:33.34] People automatically know the path\n[00:35.22] You don't have to do the math\n[00:36.57] In Southside. Queens, Queens\n[00:41.61] I knew this nigga named Donovan\n[00:43.03] Astonishin the way he used to handle the pill God (word?)\n[00:45.82] Let me speak about the way he used to dribble off his knees\n[00:48.33] And in the middle at the same time guzzlin a beer\n[00:51.01] Like a puzzle or a riddle - discoverin his path to the hoop\n[00:54.04] Scoop, shot, tipped up the backboard OOPS\n[00:56.68] Son got hops, never knew he woulda threw it\n[00:59.00] Cool nigga, when it came to school he blew it\n[01:01.38] A scholar in acute niggarisms and metropolitans\n[01:04.18] Get taller and yo Donovan hey come around the block\n[01:06.56] Dunn got the three sons, fuckin with coupons and refunds\n[01:09.64] Food stamps, and still he was a champ\n[01:11.69] Time to get loot for boots and kicks now\n[01:13.94] Fuck hoops gotta impress the chicks now\n[01:16.11] His momma said, \"Donovan why are you\n[01:19.39] On the corner of Linden,\" and got all rude\n[01:21.76] He said, \"Momma listen close I'ma tell you one time\n[01:24.02] You're killin my high, plus I got a nine\n[01:26.32] All I be doin is puttin in work\n[01:28.54] So you can get a brand new dress for church\n[01:30.88] I know the Devil lurks outside, man it's cold\n[01:33.44] But I don't wanna get paid slow, and grow old\n[01:36.18] Like poppa - plus I'm on parole I gotta\n[01:38.34] Get paid off the streets, to make ends meet\"\n[01:40.94] With the back of her hand, she smacked him in the face\n[01:43.79] Walked out of the crib-piece, pissed with no taste\n[01:46.09] That night, rockin Nikes, eatin Mike'n'Ikes\n[01:48.45] Slapboxin with a dyke on a bike too small\n[01:50.94] Thinkin, \"This time, next year, mom'll be able to. ohhh!\"\n[01:53.61] Shit from across the streets, niggaz approach - slow\n[01:56.03] Well get the metal out, too late, the guns flash\n[01:58.26] In the melee they wet him like Reggae Sunsplash\n[02:00.85] Sun dashed with the quickness, back into the ride\n[02:03.45] With a smile on his face, the picture of pride\n[02:05.70] Blood comin from his mouth, now I'm at his side\n[02:08.26] Kneelin over Donovan's body before he died\n[02:10.70] Eyes - flutterin up and down in his head\n[02:13.39] And with his last breath this is what he said\n[02:15.46] He said, \"Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?\"\n[02:24.28] Then I closed his eyes\n[02:25.77] There's a place I know where the people go\n[02:28.02] Where you can cash dough and chill on the low\n[02:30.52] In Southside. Queens, Queens\n[02:35.57] Where if you say The Ave.\n[02:37.36] People automatically know the path\n[02:39.14] You don't have to do the math\n[02:40.56] In Southside. Queens, Queens\n[02:45.41] And if you got a glock, you could bust shots\n[02:47.96] Like?, when the block be hot\n[02:50.78] In. what we talkin bout. Queens, Queens\n[02:55.46] Uhh, c'mon uhh\n[02:58.35] C'mon. uhh uhh\n[03:01.23] I know where people go.\n[03:03.04] Where you can cash dough and chill on the low.\n[03:06.90] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Queens\n artist: Pharoahe Monch\n album: Top 1000 Hip-Hop & Rap Songs (1979-2009)\n duration_ms: 211000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Heheheh. hey yo.\n start_ms: 16250\n end_ms: 21200\n- text: There's a place I know where the bitches go\n start_ms: 21200\n end_ms: 24210\n- text: Where they rob you for you dough and shit on the low\n start_ms: 24210\n end_ms: 26440\n- text: In Southside. 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Queens, Queens\n\n I knew this nigga named Donovan\n Astonishin the way he used to handle the pill God (word?)\n Let me speak about the way he used to dribble off his knees\n And in the middle at the same time guzzlin a beer\n Like a puzzle or a riddle - discoverin his path to the hoop\n Scoop, shot, tipped up the backboard OOPS\n Son got hops, never knew he woulda threw it\n Cool nigga, when it came to school he blew it\n A scholar in acute niggarisms and metropolitans\n Get taller and yo Donovan hey come around the block\n Dunn got the three sons, fuckin with coupons and refunds\n Food stamps, and still he was a champ\n Time to get loot for boots and kicks now\n Fuck hoops gotta impress the chicks now\n His momma said, \"Donovan why are you\n On the corner of Linden,\" and got all rude\n He said, \"Momma listen close I'ma tell you one time\n You're killin my high, plus I got a nine\n All I be doin is puttin in work\n So you can get a brand new dress for church\n I know the Devil lurks outside, man it's cold\n But I don't wanna get paid slow, and grow old\n Like poppa - plus I'm on parole I gotta\n Get paid off the streets, to make ends meet\"\n With the back of her hand, she smacked him in the face\n Walked out of the crib-piece, pissed with no taste\n That night, rockin Nikes, eatin Mike'n'Ikes\n Slapboxin with a dyke on a bike too small\n Thinkin, \"This time, next year, mom'll be able to. ohhh!\"\n Shit from across the streets, niggaz approach - slow\n Well get the metal out, too late, the guns flash\n In the melee they wet him like Reggae Sunsplash\n Sun dashed with the quickness, back into the ride\n With a smile on his face, the picture of pride\n Blood comin from his mouth, now I'm at his side\n Kneelin over Donovan's body before he died\n Eyes - flutterin up and down in his head\n And with his last breath this is what he said\n He said, \"Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?\"\n Then I closed his eyes\n\n There's a place I know where the people go\n Where you can cash dough and chill on the low\n In Southside. Queens, Queens\n Where if you say The Ave.\n People automatically know the path\n You don't have to do the math\n In Southside. Queens, Queens\n And if you got a glock, you could bust shots\n Like?, when the block be hot\n In. what we talkin bout. Queens, Queens\n\n Uhh, c'mon uhh\n C'mon. uhh uhh\n I know where people go.\n Where you can cash dough and chill on the low.\n"},{"id":19479132,"name":"Queens","trackName":"Queens","artistName":"Pharoahe Monch","albumName":"1000 Greatest Hip-Hop & Rap Songs","duration":210.602167,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Heheheh. hey yo.\n\nThere's a place I know where the bitches go\nWhere they rob you for you dough and shit on the low\nIn Southside. Queens, Queens\nWhere if you say The Ave.\nPeople automatically know the path\nYou don't have to do the math\nIn Southside. Queens, Queens\n\nI knew this nigga named Donovan\nAstonishin the way he used to handle the pill God (word?)\nLet me speak about the way he used to dribble off his knees\nAnd in the middle at the same time guzzlin a beer\nLike a puzzle or a riddle - discoverin his path to the hoop\nScoop, shot, tipped up the backboard OOPS\nSon got hops, never knew he woulda threw it\nCool nigga, when it came to school he blew it\nA scholar in acute niggarisms and metropolitans\nGet taller and yo Donovan hey come around the block\nDunn got the three sons, fuckin with coupons and refunds\nFood stamps, and still he was a champ\nTime to get loot for boots and kicks now\nFuck hoops gotta impress the chicks now\nHis momma said, \"Donovan why are you\nOn the corner of Linden,\" and got all rude\nHe said, \"Momma listen close I'ma tell you one time\nYou're killin my high, plus I got a nine\nAll I be doin is puttin in work\nSo you can get a brand new dress for church\nI know the Devil lurks outside, man it's cold\nBut I don't wanna get paid slow, and grow old\nLike poppa - plus I'm on parole I gotta\nGet paid off the streets, to make ends meet\"\nWith the back of her hand, she smacked him in the face\nWalked out of the crib-piece, pissed with no taste\nThat night, rockin Nikes, eatin Mike'n'Ikes\nSlapboxin with a dyke on a bike too small\nThinkin, \"This time, next year, mom'll be able to. ohhh!\"\nShit from across the streets, niggaz approach - slow\nWell get the metal out, too late, the guns flash\nIn the melee they wet him like Reggae Sunsplash\nSun dashed with the quickness, back into the ride\nWith a smile on his face, the picture of pride\nBlood comin from his mouth, now I'm at his side\nKneelin over Donovan's body before he died\nEyes - flutterin up and down in his head\nAnd with his last breath this is what he said\nHe said, \"Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?\"\nThen I closed his eyes\n\nThere's a place I know where the people go\nWhere you can cash dough and chill on the low\nIn Southside. Queens, Queens\nWhere if you say The Ave.\nPeople automatically know the path\nYou don't have to do the math\nIn Southside. Queens, Queens\nAnd if you got a glock, you could bust shots\nLike?, when the block be hot\nIn. what we talkin bout. Queens, Queens\n\nUhh, c'mon uhh\nC'mon. uhh uhh\nI know where people go.\nWhere you can cash dough and chill on the low.","syncedLyrics":"[00:16.25] Heheheh. hey yo.\n[00:21.20] There's a place I know where the bitches go\n[00:24.21] Where they rob you for you dough and shit on the low\n[00:26.44] In Southside. Queens, Queens\n[00:31.60] Where if you say The Ave.\n[00:33.34] People automatically know the path\n[00:35.22] You don't have to do the math\n[00:36.57] In Southside. Queens, Queens\n[00:41.61] I knew this nigga named Donovan\n[00:43.03] Astonishin the way he used to handle the pill God (word?)\n[00:45.82] Let me speak about the way he used to dribble off his knees\n[00:48.33] And in the middle at the same time guzzlin a beer\n[00:51.01] Like a puzzle or a riddle - discoverin his path to the hoop\n[00:54.04] Scoop, shot, tipped up the backboard OOPS\n[00:56.68] Son got hops, never knew he woulda threw it\n[00:59.00] Cool nigga, when it came to school he blew it\n[01:01.38] A scholar in acute niggarisms and metropolitans\n[01:04.18] Get taller and yo Donovan hey come around the block\n[01:06.56] Dunn got the three sons, fuckin with coupons and refunds\n[01:09.64] Food stamps, and still he was a champ\n[01:11.69] Time to get loot for boots and kicks now\n[01:13.94] Fuck hoops gotta impress the chicks now\n[01:16.11] His momma said, \"Donovan why are you\n[01:19.39] On the corner of Linden,\" and got all rude\n[01:21.76] He said, \"Momma listen close I'ma tell you one time\n[01:24.02] You're killin my high, plus I got a nine\n[01:26.32] All I be doin is puttin in work\n[01:28.54] So you can get a brand new dress for church\n[01:30.88] I know the Devil lurks outside, man it's cold\n[01:33.44] But I don't wanna get paid slow, and grow old\n[01:36.18] Like poppa - plus I'm on parole I gotta\n[01:38.34] Get paid off the streets, to make ends meet\"\n[01:40.94] With the back of her hand, she smacked him in the face\n[01:43.79] Walked out of the crib-piece, pissed with no taste\n[01:46.09] That night, rockin Nikes, eatin Mike'n'Ikes\n[01:48.45] Slapboxin with a dyke on a bike too small\n[01:50.94] Thinkin, \"This time, next year, mom'll be able to. ohhh!\"\n[01:53.61] Shit from across the streets, niggaz approach - slow\n[01:56.03] Well get the metal out, too late, the guns flash\n[01:58.26] In the melee they wet him like Reggae Sunsplash\n[02:00.85] Sun dashed with the quickness, back into the ride\n[02:03.45] With a smile on his face, the picture of pride\n[02:05.70] Blood comin from his mouth, now I'm at his side\n[02:08.26] Kneelin over Donovan's body before he died\n[02:10.70] Eyes - flutterin up and down in his head\n[02:13.39] And with his last breath this is what he said\n[02:15.46] He said, \"Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?\"\n[02:24.28] Then I closed his eyes\n[02:25.77] There's a place I know where the people go\n[02:28.02] Where you can cash dough and chill on the low\n[02:30.52] In Southside. Queens, Queens\n[02:35.57] Where if you say The Ave.\n[02:37.36] People automatically know the path\n[02:39.14] You don't have to do the math\n[02:40.56] In Southside. Queens, Queens\n[02:45.41] And if you got a glock, you could bust shots\n[02:47.96] Like?, when the block be hot\n[02:50.78] In. what we talkin bout. Queens, Queens\n[02:55.46] Uhh, c'mon uhh\n[02:58.35] C'mon. uhh uhh\n[03:01.23] I know where people go.\n[03:03.04] Where you can cash dough and chill on the low.\n[03:06.90] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Queens\n artist: Pharoahe Monch\n album: 1000 Greatest Hip-Hop & Rap Songs\n duration_ms: 210602\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Heheheh. hey yo.\n start_ms: 16250\n end_ms: 21200\n- text: There's a place I know where the bitches go\n start_ms: 21200\n end_ms: 24210\n- text: Where they rob you for you dough and shit on the low\n start_ms: 24210\n end_ms: 26440\n- text: In Southside. 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Queens, Queens\n\n I knew this nigga named Donovan\n Astonishin the way he used to handle the pill God (word?)\n Let me speak about the way he used to dribble off his knees\n And in the middle at the same time guzzlin a beer\n Like a puzzle or a riddle - discoverin his path to the hoop\n Scoop, shot, tipped up the backboard OOPS\n Son got hops, never knew he woulda threw it\n Cool nigga, when it came to school he blew it\n A scholar in acute niggarisms and metropolitans\n Get taller and yo Donovan hey come around the block\n Dunn got the three sons, fuckin with coupons and refunds\n Food stamps, and still he was a champ\n Time to get loot for boots and kicks now\n Fuck hoops gotta impress the chicks now\n His momma said, \"Donovan why are you\n On the corner of Linden,\" and got all rude\n He said, \"Momma listen close I'ma tell you one time\n You're killin my high, plus I got a nine\n All I be doin is puttin in work\n So you can get a brand new dress for church\n I know the Devil lurks outside, man it's cold\n But I don't wanna get paid slow, and grow old\n Like poppa - plus I'm on parole I gotta\n Get paid off the streets, to make ends meet\"\n With the back of her hand, she smacked him in the face\n Walked out of the crib-piece, pissed with no taste\n That night, rockin Nikes, eatin Mike'n'Ikes\n Slapboxin with a dyke on a bike too small\n Thinkin, \"This time, next year, mom'll be able to. ohhh!\"\n Shit from across the streets, niggaz approach - slow\n Well get the metal out, too late, the guns flash\n In the melee they wet him like Reggae Sunsplash\n Sun dashed with the quickness, back into the ride\n With a smile on his face, the picture of pride\n Blood comin from his mouth, now I'm at his side\n Kneelin over Donovan's body before he died\n Eyes - flutterin up and down in his head\n And with his last breath this is what he said\n He said, \"Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?\"\n Then I closed his eyes\n\n There's a place I know where the people go\n Where you can cash dough and chill on the low\n In Southside. Queens, Queens\n Where if you say The Ave.\n People automatically know the path\n You don't have to do the math\n In Southside. Queens, Queens\n And if you got a glock, you could bust shots\n Like?, when the block be hot\n In. what we talkin bout. Queens, Queens\n\n Uhh, c'mon uhh\n C'mon. uhh uhh\n I know where people go.\n Where you can cash dough and chill on the low.\n"},{"id":21350557,"name":"Queens","trackName":"Queens","artistName":"Pharoahe Monch","albumName":"Hip Hop Essentials","duration":211.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Heheheh. hey yo.\n\nThere's a place I know where the bitches go\nWhere they rob you for you dough and shit on the low\nIn Southside. Queens, Queens\nWhere if you say The Ave.\nPeople automatically know the path\nYou don't have to do the math\nIn Southside. Queens, Queens\n\nI knew this nigga named Donovan\nAstonishin the way he used to handle the pill God (word?)\nLet me speak about the way he used to dribble off his knees\nAnd in the middle at the same time guzzlin a beer\nLike a puzzle or a riddle - discoverin his path to the hoop\nScoop, shot, tipped up the backboard OOPS\nSon got hops, never knew he woulda threw it\nCool nigga, when it came to school he blew it\nA scholar in acute niggarisms and metropolitans\nGet taller and yo Donovan hey come around the block\nDunn got the three sons, fuckin with coupons and refunds\nFood stamps, and still he was a champ\nTime to get loot for boots and kicks now\nFuck hoops gotta impress the chicks now\nHis momma said, \"Donovan why are you\nOn the corner of Linden,\" and got all rude\nHe said, \"Momma listen close I'ma tell you one time\nYou're killin my high, plus I got a nine\nAll I be doin is puttin in work\nSo you can get a brand new dress for church\nI know the Devil lurks outside, man it's cold\nBut I don't wanna get paid slow, and grow old\nLike poppa - plus I'm on parole I gotta\nGet paid off the streets, to make ends meet\"\nWith the back of her hand, she smacked him in the face\nWalked out of the crib-piece, pissed with no taste\nThat night, rockin Nikes, eatin Mike'n'Ikes\nSlapboxin with a dyke on a bike too small\nThinkin, \"This time, next year, mom'll be able to. ohhh!\"\nShit from across the streets, niggaz approach - slow\nWell get the metal out, too late, the guns flash\nIn the melee they wet him like Reggae Sunsplash\nSun dashed with the quickness, back into the ride\nWith a smile on his face, the picture of pride\nBlood comin from his mouth, now I'm at his side\nKneelin over Donovan's body before he died\nEyes - flutterin up and down in his head\nAnd with his last breath this is what he said\nHe said, \"Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?\"\nThen I closed his eyes\n\nThere's a place I know where the people go\nWhere you can cash dough and chill on the low\nIn Southside. Queens, Queens\nWhere if you say The Ave.\nPeople automatically know the path\nYou don't have to do the math\nIn Southside. Queens, Queens\nAnd if you got a glock, you could bust shots\nLike?, when the block be hot\nIn. what we talkin bout. Queens, Queens\n\nUhh, c'mon uhh\nC'mon. uhh uhh\nI know where people go.\nWhere you can cash dough and chill on the low.","syncedLyrics":"[00:16.25] Heheheh. hey yo.\n[00:21.20] There's a place I know where the bitches go\n[00:24.21] Where they rob you for you dough and shit on the low\n[00:26.44] In Southside. Queens, Queens\n[00:31.60] Where if you say The Ave.\n[00:33.34] People automatically know the path\n[00:35.22] You don't have to do the math\n[00:36.57] In Southside. Queens, Queens\n[00:41.61] I knew this nigga named Donovan\n[00:43.03] Astonishin the way he used to handle the pill God (word?)\n[00:45.82] Let me speak about the way he used to dribble off his knees\n[00:48.33] And in the middle at the same time guzzlin a beer\n[00:51.01] Like a puzzle or a riddle - discoverin his path to the hoop\n[00:54.04] Scoop, shot, tipped up the backboard OOPS\n[00:56.68] Son got hops, never knew he woulda threw it\n[00:59.00] Cool nigga, when it came to school he blew it\n[01:01.38] A scholar in acute niggarisms and metropolitans\n[01:04.18] Get taller and yo Donovan hey come around the block\n[01:06.56] Dunn got the three sons, fuckin with coupons and refunds\n[01:09.64] Food stamps, and still he was a champ\n[01:11.69] Time to get loot for boots and kicks now\n[01:13.94] Fuck hoops gotta impress the chicks now\n[01:16.11] His momma said, \"Donovan why are you\n[01:19.39] On the corner of Linden,\" and got all rude\n[01:21.76] He said, \"Momma listen close I'ma tell you one time\n[01:24.02] You're killin my high, plus I got a nine\n[01:26.32] All I be doin is puttin in work\n[01:28.54] So you can get a brand new dress for church\n[01:30.88] I know the Devil lurks outside, man it's cold\n[01:33.44] But I don't wanna get paid slow, and grow old\n[01:36.18] Like poppa - plus I'm on parole I gotta\n[01:38.34] Get paid off the streets, to make ends meet\"\n[01:40.94] With the back of her hand, she smacked him in the face\n[01:43.79] Walked out of the crib-piece, pissed with no taste\n[01:46.09] That night, rockin Nikes, eatin Mike'n'Ikes\n[01:48.45] Slapboxin with a dyke on a bike too small\n[01:50.94] Thinkin, \"This time, next year, mom'll be able to. ohhh!\"\n[01:53.61] Shit from across the streets, niggaz approach - slow\n[01:56.03] Well get the metal out, too late, the guns flash\n[01:58.26] In the melee they wet him like Reggae Sunsplash\n[02:00.85] Sun dashed with the quickness, back into the ride\n[02:03.45] With a smile on his face, the picture of pride\n[02:05.70] Blood comin from his mouth, now I'm at his side\n[02:08.26] Kneelin over Donovan's body before he died\n[02:10.70] Eyes - flutterin up and down in his head\n[02:13.39] And with his last breath this is what he said\n[02:15.46] He said, \"Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?\"\n[02:24.28] Then I closed his eyes\n[02:25.77] There's a place I know where the people go\n[02:28.02] Where you can cash dough and chill on the low\n[02:30.52] In Southside. Queens, Queens\n[02:35.57] Where if you say The Ave.\n[02:37.36] People automatically know the path\n[02:39.14] You don't have to do the math\n[02:40.56] In Southside. Queens, Queens\n[02:45.41] And if you got a glock, you could bust shots\n[02:47.96] Like?, when the block be hot\n[02:50.78] In. what we talkin bout. Queens, Queens\n[02:55.46] Uhh, c'mon uhh\n[02:58.35] C'mon. uhh uhh\n[03:01.23] I know where people go.\n[03:03.04] Where you can cash dough and chill on the low.\n[03:06.90] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Queens\n artist: Pharoahe Monch\n album: Hip Hop Essentials\n duration_ms: 211000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Heheheh. hey yo.\n start_ms: 16250\n end_ms: 21200\n- text: There's a place I know where the bitches go\n start_ms: 21200\n end_ms: 24210\n- text: Where they rob you for you dough and shit on the low\n start_ms: 24210\n end_ms: 26440\n- text: In Southside. 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Queens, Queens\n\nI knew this nigga named Donovan\nAstonishin the way he used to handle the pill God (word?)\nLet me speak about the way he used to dribble off his knees\nAnd in the middle at the same time guzzlin a beer\nLike a puzzle or a riddle - discoverin his path to the hoop\nScoop, shot, tipped up the backboard OOPS\nSon got hops, never knew he woulda threw it\nCool nigga, when it came to school he blew it\nA scholar in acute niggarisms and metropolitans\nGet taller and yo Donovan hey come around the block\nDunn got the three sons, fuckin with coupons and refunds\nFood stamps, and still he was a champ\nTime to get loot for boots and kicks now\nFuck hoops gotta impress the chicks now\nHis momma said, \"Donovan why are you\nOn the corner of Linden,\" and got all rude\nHe said, \"Momma listen close I'ma tell you one time\nYou're killin my high, plus I got a nine\nAll I be doin is puttin in work\nSo you can get a brand new dress for church\nI know the Devil lurks outside, man it's cold\nBut I don't wanna get paid slow, and grow old\nLike poppa - plus I'm on parole I gotta\nGet paid off the streets, to make ends meet\"\nWith the back of her hand, she smacked him in the face\nWalked out of the crib-piece, pissed with no taste\nThat night, rockin Nikes, eatin Mike'n'Ikes\nSlapboxin with a dyke on a bike too small\nThinkin, \"This time, next year, mom'll be able to. ohhh!\"\nShit from across the streets, niggaz approach - slow\nWell get the metal out, too late, the guns flash\nIn the melee they wet him like Reggae Sunsplash\nSun dashed with the quickness, back into the ride\nWith a smile on his face, the picture of pride\nBlood comin from his mouth, now I'm at his side\nKneelin over Donovan's body before he died\nEyes - flutterin up and down in his head\nAnd with his last breath this is what he said\nHe said, \"Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?\"\nThen I closed his eyes\n\nThere's a place I know where the people go\nWhere you can cash dough and chill on the low\nIn Southside. Queens, Queens\nWhere if you say The Ave.\nPeople automatically know the path\nYou don't have to do the math\nIn Southside. Queens, Queens\nAnd if you got a glock, you could bust shots\nLike?, when the block be hot\nIn. what we talkin bout. Queens, Queens\n\nUhh, c'mon uhh\nC'mon. uhh uhh\nI know where people go.\nWhere you can cash dough and chill on the low.","syncedLyrics":"[00:16.25] Heheheh. hey yo.\n[00:21.20] There's a place I know where the bitches go\n[00:24.21] Where they rob you for you dough and shit on the low\n[00:26.44] In Southside. Queens, Queens\n[00:31.60] Where if you say The Ave.\n[00:33.34] People automatically know the path\n[00:35.22] You don't have to do the math\n[00:36.57] In Southside. Queens, Queens\n[00:41.61] I knew this nigga named Donovan\n[00:43.03] Astonishin the way he used to handle the pill God (word?)\n[00:45.82] Let me speak about the way he used to dribble off his knees\n[00:48.33] And in the middle at the same time guzzlin a beer\n[00:51.01] Like a puzzle or a riddle - discoverin his path to the hoop\n[00:54.04] Scoop, shot, tipped up the backboard OOPS\n[00:56.68] Son got hops, never knew he woulda threw it\n[00:59.00] Cool nigga, when it came to school he blew it\n[01:01.38] A scholar in acute niggarisms and metropolitans\n[01:04.18] Get taller and yo Donovan hey come around the block\n[01:06.56] Dunn got the three sons, fuckin with coupons and refunds\n[01:09.64] Food stamps, and still he was a champ\n[01:11.69] Time to get loot for boots and kicks now\n[01:13.94] Fuck hoops gotta impress the chicks now\n[01:16.11] His momma said, \"Donovan why are you\n[01:19.39] On the corner of Linden,\" and got all rude\n[01:21.76] He said, \"Momma listen close I'ma tell you one time\n[01:24.02] You're killin my high, plus I got a nine\n[01:26.32] All I be doin is puttin in work\n[01:28.54] So you can get a brand new dress for church\n[01:30.88] I know the Devil lurks outside, man it's cold\n[01:33.44] But I don't wanna get paid slow, and grow old\n[01:36.18] Like poppa - plus I'm on parole I gotta\n[01:38.34] Get paid off the streets, to make ends meet\"\n[01:40.94] With the back of her hand, she smacked him in the face\n[01:43.79] Walked out of the crib-piece, pissed with no taste\n[01:46.09] That night, rockin Nikes, eatin Mike'n'Ikes\n[01:48.45] Slapboxin with a dyke on a bike too small\n[01:50.94] Thinkin, \"This time, next year, mom'll be able to. ohhh!\"\n[01:53.61] Shit from across the streets, niggaz approach - slow\n[01:56.03] Well get the metal out, too late, the guns flash\n[01:58.26] In the melee they wet him like Reggae Sunsplash\n[02:00.85] Sun dashed with the quickness, back into the ride\n[02:03.45] With a smile on his face, the picture of pride\n[02:05.70] Blood comin from his mouth, now I'm at his side\n[02:08.26] Kneelin over Donovan's body before he died\n[02:10.70] Eyes - flutterin up and down in his head\n[02:13.39] And with his last breath this is what he said\n[02:15.46] He said, \"Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?\"\n[02:24.28] Then I closed his eyes\n[02:25.77] There's a place I know where the people go\n[02:28.02] Where you can cash dough and chill on the low\n[02:30.52] In Southside. Queens, Queens\n[02:35.57] Where if you say The Ave.\n[02:37.36] People automatically know the path\n[02:39.14] You don't have to do the math\n[02:40.56] In Southside. Queens, Queens\n[02:45.41] And if you got a glock, you could bust shots\n[02:47.96] Like?, when the block be hot\n[02:50.78] In. what we talkin bout. Queens, Queens\n[02:55.46] Uhh, c'mon uhh\n[02:58.35] C'mon. uhh uhh\n[03:01.23] I know where people go.\n[03:03.04] Where you can cash dough and chill on the low.\n[03:06.90] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Queens\n artist: Pharoahe Monch\n album: Top 1000 Hip Hop\n duration_ms: 211000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Heheheh. hey yo.\n start_ms: 16250\n end_ms: 21200\n- text: There's a place I know where the bitches go\n start_ms: 21200\n end_ms: 24210\n- text: Where they rob you for you dough and shit on the low\n start_ms: 24210\n end_ms: 26440\n- text: In Southside. 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Queens, Queens\n start_ms: 150520\n end_ms: 155570\n- text: Where if you say The Ave.\n start_ms: 155570\n end_ms: 157360\n- text: People automatically know the path\n start_ms: 157360\n end_ms: 159140\n- text: You don't have to do the math\n start_ms: 159140\n end_ms: 160560\n- text: In Southside. Queens, Queens\n start_ms: 160560\n end_ms: 165410\n- text: And if you got a glock, you could bust shots\n start_ms: 165410\n end_ms: 167960\n- text: Like?, when the block be hot\n start_ms: 167960\n end_ms: 170780\n- text: In. what we talkin bout. 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Queens, Queens\n\n I knew this nigga named Donovan\n Astonishin the way he used to handle the pill God (word?)\n Let me speak about the way he used to dribble off his knees\n And in the middle at the same time guzzlin a beer\n Like a puzzle or a riddle - discoverin his path to the hoop\n Scoop, shot, tipped up the backboard OOPS\n Son got hops, never knew he woulda threw it\n Cool nigga, when it came to school he blew it\n A scholar in acute niggarisms and metropolitans\n Get taller and yo Donovan hey come around the block\n Dunn got the three sons, fuckin with coupons and refunds\n Food stamps, and still he was a champ\n Time to get loot for boots and kicks now\n Fuck hoops gotta impress the chicks now\n His momma said, \"Donovan why are you\n On the corner of Linden,\" and got all rude\n He said, \"Momma listen close I'ma tell you one time\n You're killin my high, plus I got a nine\n All I be doin is puttin in work\n So you can get a brand new dress for church\n I know the Devil lurks outside, man it's cold\n But I don't wanna get paid slow, and grow old\n Like poppa - plus I'm on parole I gotta\n Get paid off the streets, to make ends meet\"\n With the back of her hand, she smacked him in the face\n Walked out of the crib-piece, pissed with no taste\n That night, rockin Nikes, eatin Mike'n'Ikes\n Slapboxin with a dyke on a bike too small\n Thinkin, \"This time, next year, mom'll be able to. ohhh!\"\n Shit from across the streets, niggaz approach - slow\n Well get the metal out, too late, the guns flash\n In the melee they wet him like Reggae Sunsplash\n Sun dashed with the quickness, back into the ride\n With a smile on his face, the picture of pride\n Blood comin from his mouth, now I'm at his side\n Kneelin over Donovan's body before he died\n Eyes - flutterin up and down in his head\n And with his last breath this is what he said\n He said, \"Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?\"\n Then I closed his eyes\n\n There's a place I know where the people go\n Where you can cash dough and chill on the low\n In Southside. Queens, Queens\n Where if you say The Ave.\n People automatically know the path\n You don't have to do the math\n In Southside. Queens, Queens\n And if you got a glock, you could bust shots\n Like?, when the block be hot\n In. what we talkin bout. Queens, Queens\n\n Uhh, c'mon uhh\n C'mon. uhh uhh\n I know where people go.\n Where you can cash dough and chill on the low.\n"},{"id":24686597,"name":"Queens","trackName":"Queens","artistName":"Pharoahe Monch","albumName":"Internal Affairs","duration":315.9940096,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Heheheh. hey yo.\n\nThere's a place I know where the bitches go\nWhere they rob you for you dough and shit on the low\nIn Southside. Queens, Queens\nWhere if you say The Ave.\nPeople automatically know the path\nYou don't have to do the math\nIn Southside. Queens, Queens\n\nI knew this nigga named Donovan\nAstonishin the way he used to handle the pill God (word?)\nLet me speak about the way he used to dribble off his knees\nAnd in the middle at the same time guzzlin a beer\nLike a puzzle or a riddle - discoverin his path to the hoop\nScoop, shot, tipped up the backboard OOPS\nSon got hops, never knew he woulda threw it\nCool nigga, when it came to school he blew it\nA scholar in acute niggarisms and metropolitans\nGet taller and yo Donovan hey come around the block\nDunn got the three sons, fuckin with coupons and refunds\nFood stamps, and still he was a champ\nTime to get loot for boots and kicks now\nFuck hoops gotta impress the chicks now\nHis momma said, \"Donovan why are you\nOn the corner of Linden,\" and got all rude\nHe said, \"Momma listen close I'ma tell you one time\nYou're killin my high, plus I got a nine\nAll I be doin is puttin in work\nSo you can get a brand new dress for church\nI know the Devil lurks outside, man it's cold\nBut I don't wanna get paid slow, and grow old\nLike poppa - plus I'm on parole I gotta\nGet paid off the streets, to make ends meet\"\nWith the back of her hand, she smacked him in the face\nWalked out of the crib-piece, pissed with no taste\nThat night, rockin Nikes, eatin Mike'n'Ikes\nSlapboxin with a dyke on a bike too small\nThinkin, \"This time, next year, mom'll be able to. ohhh!\"\nShit from across the streets, niggaz approach - slow\nWell get the metal out, too late, the guns flash\nIn the melee they wet him like Reggae Sunsplash\nSun dashed with the quickness, back into the ride\nWith a smile on his face, the picture of pride\nBlood comin from his mouth, now I'm at his side\nKneelin over Donovan's body before he died\nEyes - flutterin up and down in his head\nAnd with his last breath this is what he said\nHe said, \"Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?\"\nThen I closed his eyes\n\nThere's a place I know where the people go\nWhere you can cash dough and chill on the low\nIn Southside. Queens, Queens\nWhere if you say The Ave.\nPeople automatically know the path\nYou don't have to do the math\nIn Southside. Queens, Queens\nAnd if you got a glock, you could bust shots\nLike?, when the block be hot\nIn. what we talkin bout. Queens, Queens\n\nUhh, c'mon uhh\nC'mon. uhh uhh\nI know where people go.\nWhere you can cash dough and chill on the low.","syncedLyrics":"[00:16.25] Heheheh. hey yo.\n[00:21.20] There's a place I know where the bitches go\n[00:24.21] Where they rob you for you dough and shit on the low\n[00:26.44] In Southside. Queens, Queens\n[00:31.60] Where if you say The Ave.\n[00:33.34] People automatically know the path\n[00:35.22] You don't have to do the math\n[00:36.57] In Southside. Queens, Queens\n[00:41.61] I knew this nigga named Donovan\n[00:43.03] Astonishin the way he used to handle the pill God (word?)\n[00:45.82] Let me speak about the way he used to dribble off his knees\n[00:48.33] And in the middle at the same time guzzlin a beer\n[00:51.01] Like a puzzle or a riddle - discoverin his path to the hoop\n[00:54.04] Scoop, shot, tipped up the backboard OOPS\n[00:56.68] Son got hops, never knew he woulda threw it\n[00:59.00] Cool nigga, when it came to school he blew it\n[01:01.38] A scholar in acute niggarisms and metropolitans\n[01:04.18] Get taller and yo Donovan hey come around the block\n[01:06.56] Dunn got the three sons, fuckin with coupons and refunds\n[01:09.64] Food stamps, and still he was a champ\n[01:11.69] Time to get loot for boots and kicks now\n[01:13.94] Fuck hoops gotta impress the chicks now\n[01:16.11] His momma said, \"Donovan why are you\n[01:19.39] On the corner of Linden,\" and got all rude\n[01:21.76] He said, \"Momma listen close I'ma tell you one time\n[01:24.02] You're killin my high, plus I got a nine\n[01:26.32] All I be doin is puttin in work\n[01:28.54] So you can get a brand new dress for church\n[01:30.88] I know the Devil lurks outside, man it's cold\n[01:33.44] But I don't wanna get paid slow, and grow old\n[01:36.18] Like poppa - plus I'm on parole I gotta\n[01:38.34] Get paid off the streets, to make ends meet\"\n[01:40.94] With the back of her hand, she smacked him in the face\n[01:43.79] Walked out of the crib-piece, pissed with no taste\n[01:46.09] That night, rockin Nikes, eatin Mike'n'Ikes\n[01:48.45] Slapboxin with a dyke on a bike too small\n[01:50.94] Thinkin, \"This time, next year, mom'll be able to. ohhh!\"\n[01:53.61] Shit from across the streets, niggaz approach - slow\n[01:56.03] Well get the metal out, too late, the guns flash\n[01:58.26] In the melee they wet him like Reggae Sunsplash\n[02:00.85] Sun dashed with the quickness, back into the ride\n[02:03.45] With a smile on his face, the picture of pride\n[02:05.70] Blood comin from his mouth, now I'm at his side\n[02:08.26] Kneelin over Donovan's body before he died\n[02:10.70] Eyes - flutterin up and down in his head\n[02:13.39] And with his last breath this is what he said\n[02:15.46] He said, \"Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?\"\n[02:24.28] Then I closed his eyes\n[02:25.77] There's a place I know where the people go\n[02:28.02] Where you can cash dough and chill on the low\n[02:30.52] In Southside. 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Queens, Queens\n\n I knew this nigga named Donovan\n Astonishin the way he used to handle the pill God (word?)\n Let me speak about the way he used to dribble off his knees\n And in the middle at the same time guzzlin a beer\n Like a puzzle or a riddle - discoverin his path to the hoop\n Scoop, shot, tipped up the backboard OOPS\n Son got hops, never knew he woulda threw it\n Cool nigga, when it came to school he blew it\n A scholar in acute niggarisms and metropolitans\n Get taller and yo Donovan hey come around the block\n Dunn got the three sons, fuckin with coupons and refunds\n Food stamps, and still he was a champ\n Time to get loot for boots and kicks now\n Fuck hoops gotta impress the chicks now\n His momma said, \"Donovan why are you\n On the corner of Linden,\" and got all rude\n He said, \"Momma listen close I'ma tell you one time\n You're killin my high, plus I got a nine\n All I be doin is puttin in work\n So you can get a brand new dress for church\n I know the Devil lurks outside, man it's cold\n But I don't wanna get paid slow, and grow old\n Like poppa - plus I'm on parole I gotta\n Get paid off the streets, to make ends meet\"\n With the back of her hand, she smacked him in the face\n Walked out of the crib-piece, pissed with no taste\n That night, rockin Nikes, eatin Mike'n'Ikes\n Slapboxin with a dyke on a bike too small\n Thinkin, \"This time, next year, mom'll be able to. ohhh!\"\n Shit from across the streets, niggaz approach - slow\n Well get the metal out, too late, the guns flash\n In the melee they wet him like Reggae Sunsplash\n Sun dashed with the quickness, back into the ride\n With a smile on his face, the picture of pride\n Blood comin from his mouth, now I'm at his side\n Kneelin over Donovan's body before he died\n Eyes - flutterin up and down in his head\n And with his last breath this is what he said\n He said, \"Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?\"\n Then I closed his eyes\n\n There's a place I know where the people go\n Where you can cash dough and chill on the low\n In Southside. Queens, Queens\n Where if you say The Ave.\n People automatically know the path\n You don't have to do the math\n In Southside. Queens, Queens\n And if you got a glock, you could bust shots\n Like?, when the block be hot\n In. what we talkin bout. Queens, Queens\n\n Uhh, c'mon uhh\n C'mon. uhh uhh\n I know where people go.\n Where you can cash dough and chill on the low.\n"},{"id":13049496,"name":"Queens","trackName":"Queens","artistName":"Pharoahe Monch","albumName":"Top 250 of the Greatest Hip-Hop and Rap Songs Pt. 2","duration":210.602167,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Heheheh. hey yo.\n\nThere's a place I know where the bitches go\nWhere they rob you for you dough and shit on the low\nin Southside. Queens, Queens\nWhere if you say The Ave.\nPeople automatically know the path\nYou don't have to do the math\nin Southside. Queens, Queens\n\nI knew this nigga named Donovan\nAstonishin the way he used to handle the pill God (word?)\nLet me speak about the way he used to dribble off his knees\nand in the middle at the same time guzzlin a beer\nlike a puzzle or a riddle - discoverin his path to the hoop\nScoop, shot, tipped up the backboard OOPS\nSon got hops, never knew he woulda threw it\nCool nigga, when it came to school he blew it\nA scholar in acute niggarisms and metropolitans\nGet taller and yo Donovan hey come around the block\nDunn got the three sons, fuckin with coupons and refunds\nfood stamps, and still he was a champ\nTime to get loot for boots and kicks now\nFuck hoops gotta impress the chicks now\nHis momma said, \"Donovan why are you\non the corner of Linden,\" and got all rude\nHe said, \"Momma listen close I'ma tell you one time\nYou're killin my high, plus I got a nine\nAll I be doin is puttin in work\nso you can get a brand new dress for church\nI know the Devil lurks outside, man it's cold\nBut I don't wanna get paid slow, and grow old\nlike poppa - plus I'm on parole I gotta\nget paid off the streets, to make ends meet\"\nWith the back of her hand, she smacked him in the face\nWalked out of the crib-piece, pissed with no taste\nThat night, rockin Nikes, eatin Mike'n'Ikes\nSlapboxin with a dyke on a bike too small\nThinkin, \"This time, next year, mom'll be able to. ohhh!\"\nShit from across the streets, niggaz approach - slow\nWell get the metal out, too late, the guns flash\nIn the melee they wet him like Reggae Sunsplash\nSun dashed with the quickness, back into the ride\nwith a smile on his face, the picture of pride\nBlood comin from his mouth, now I'm at his side\nKneelin over Donovan's body before he died\nEyes - flutterin up and down in his head\nAnd with his last breath this is what he said\nHe said, \"Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?\"\nThen I closed his eyes\n\nThere's a place I know where the people go\nWhere you can cash dough and chill on the low\nin Southside. Queens, Queens\nWhere if you say The Ave.\nPeople automatically know the path\nYou don't have to do the math\nin Southside. Queens, Queens\nAnd if you got a glock, you could bust shots\nlike?, when the block be hot\nin. what we talkin bout. Queens, Queens\n\nUhh, c'mon uhh\nC'mon. uhh uhh\nI know where people go.\nWhere you can cash dough and chill on the low.","syncedLyrics":"[00:16.25] Heheheh. hey yo.\n[00:21.20] There's a place I know where the bitches go\n[00:24.21] Where they rob you for you dough and shit on the low\n[00:26.44] in Southside. Queens, Queens\n[00:31.60] Where if you say The Ave.\n[00:33.34] People automatically know the path\n[00:35.22] You don't have to do the math\n[00:36.57] in Southside. Queens, Queens\n[00:41.61] I knew this nigga named Donovan\n[00:43.03] Astonishin the way he used to handle the pill God (word?)\n[00:45.82] Let me speak about the way he used to dribble off his knees\n[00:48.33] and in the middle at the same time guzzlin a beer\n[00:51.01] like a puzzle or a riddle - discoverin his path to the hoop\n[00:54.04] Scoop, shot, tipped up the backboard OOPS\n[00:56.68] Son got hops, never knew he woulda threw it\n[00:59.00] Cool nigga, when it came to school he blew it\n[01:01.38] A scholar in acute niggarisms and metropolitans\n[01:04.18] Get taller and yo Donovan hey come around the block\n[01:06.56] Dunn got the three sons, fuckin with coupons and refunds\n[01:09.64] food stamps, and still he was a champ\n[01:11.69] Time to get loot for boots and kicks now\n[01:13.94] Fuck hoops gotta impress the chicks now\n[01:16.11] His momma said, \"Donovan why are you\n[01:19.39] on the corner of Linden,\" and got all rude\n[01:21.76] He said, \"Momma listen close I'ma tell you one time\n[01:24.02] You're killin my high, plus I got a nine\n[01:26.32] All I be doin is puttin in work\n[01:28.54] so you can get a brand new dress for church\n[01:30.88] I know the Devil lurks outside, man it's cold\n[01:33.44] But I don't wanna get paid slow, and grow old\n[01:36.18] like poppa - plus I'm on parole I gotta\n[01:38.34] get paid off the streets, to make ends meet\"\n[01:40.94] With the back of her hand, she smacked him in the face\n[01:43.79] Walked out of the crib-piece, pissed with no taste\n[01:46.09] That night, rockin Nikes, eatin Mike'n'Ikes\n[01:48.45] Slapboxin with a dyke on a bike too small\n[01:50.94] Thinkin, \"This time, next year, mom'll be able to. ohhh!\"\n[01:53.61] Shit from across the streets, niggaz approach - slow\n[01:56.03] Well get the metal out, too late, the guns flash\n[01:58.26] In the melee they wet him like Reggae Sunsplash\n[02:00.85] Sun dashed with the quickness, back into the ride\n[02:03.45] with a smile on his face, the picture of pride\n[02:05.70] Blood comin from his mouth, now I'm at his side\n[02:08.26] Kneelin over Donovan's body before he died\n[02:10.70] Eyes - flutterin up and down in his head\n[02:13.39] And with his last breath this is what he said\n[02:15.46] He said, \"Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?\"\n[02:24.28] Then I closed his eyes\n[02:25.77] There's a place I know where the people go\n[02:28.02] Where you can cash dough and chill on the low\n[02:30.52] in Southside. Queens, Queens\n[02:35.57] Where if you say The Ave.\n[02:37.36] People automatically know the path\n[02:39.14] You don't have to do the math\n[02:40.56] in Southside. Queens, Queens\n[02:45.41] And if you got a glock, you could bust shots\n[02:47.96] like?, when the block be hot\n[02:50.78] in. what we talkin bout. Queens, Queens\n[02:55.46] Uhh, c'mon uhh\n[02:58.35] C'mon. uhh uhh\n[03:01.23] I know where people go.\n[03:03.04] Where you can cash dough and chill on the low.\n[03:06.90] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Queens\n artist: Pharoahe Monch\n album: Top 250 of the Greatest Hip-Hop and Rap Songs Pt. 2\n duration_ms: 210602\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Heheheh. hey yo.\n start_ms: 16250\n end_ms: 21200\n- text: There's a place I know where the bitches go\n start_ms: 21200\n end_ms: 24210\n- text: Where they rob you for you dough and shit on the low\n start_ms: 24210\n end_ms: 26440\n- text: in Southside. 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Queens, Queens\n\n I knew this nigga named Donovan\n Astonishin the way he used to handle the pill God (word?)\n Let me speak about the way he used to dribble off his knees\n and in the middle at the same time guzzlin a beer\n like a puzzle or a riddle - discoverin his path to the hoop\n Scoop, shot, tipped up the backboard OOPS\n Son got hops, never knew he woulda threw it\n Cool nigga, when it came to school he blew it\n A scholar in acute niggarisms and metropolitans\n Get taller and yo Donovan hey come around the block\n Dunn got the three sons, fuckin with coupons and refunds\n food stamps, and still he was a champ\n Time to get loot for boots and kicks now\n Fuck hoops gotta impress the chicks now\n His momma said, \"Donovan why are you\n on the corner of Linden,\" and got all rude\n He said, \"Momma listen close I'ma tell you one time\n You're killin my high, plus I got a nine\n All I be doin is puttin in work\n so you can get a brand new dress for church\n I know the Devil lurks outside, man it's cold\n But I don't wanna get paid slow, and grow old\n like poppa - plus I'm on parole I gotta\n get paid off the streets, to make ends meet\"\n With the back of her hand, she smacked him in the face\n Walked out of the crib-piece, pissed with no taste\n That night, rockin Nikes, eatin Mike'n'Ikes\n Slapboxin with a dyke on a bike too small\n Thinkin, \"This time, next year, mom'll be able to. ohhh!\"\n Shit from across the streets, niggaz approach - slow\n Well get the metal out, too late, the guns flash\n In the melee they wet him like Reggae Sunsplash\n Sun dashed with the quickness, back into the ride\n with a smile on his face, the picture of pride\n Blood comin from his mouth, now I'm at his side\n Kneelin over Donovan's body before he died\n Eyes - flutterin up and down in his head\n And with his last breath this is what he said\n He said, \"Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?\"\n Then I closed his eyes\n\n There's a place I know where the people go\n Where you can cash dough and chill on the low\n in Southside. Queens, Queens\n Where if you say The Ave.\n People automatically know the path\n You don't have to do the math\n in Southside. Queens, Queens\n And if you got a glock, you could bust shots\n like?, when the block be hot\n in. what we talkin bout. Queens, Queens\n\n Uhh, c'mon uhh\n C'mon. uhh uhh\n I know where people go.\n Where you can cash dough and chill on the low.\n"},{"id":37143728,"name":"Queens","trackName":"Queens","artistName":"Pharoahe Monch","albumName":"1000 Greatest Hip-Hop & Rap Songs","duration":24.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Heheheh. hey yo.\n\nThere's a place I know where the bitches go\nWhere they rob you for you dough and shit on the low\nIn Southside. Queens, Queens\nWhere if you say The Ave.\nPeople automatically know the path\nYou don't have to do the math\nIn Southside. Queens, Queens\n\nI knew this nigga named Donovan\nAstonishin the way he used to handle the pill God (word?)\nLet me speak about the way he used to dribble off his knees\nAnd in the middle at the same time guzzlin a beer\nLike a puzzle or a riddle - discoverin his path to the hoop\nScoop, shot, tipped up the backboard OOPS\nSon got hops, never knew he woulda threw it\nCool nigga, when it came to school he blew it\nA scholar in acute niggarisms and metropolitans\nGet taller and yo Donovan hey come around the block\nDunn got the three sons, fuckin with coupons and refunds\nFood stamps, and still he was a champ\nTime to get loot for boots and kicks now\nFuck hoops gotta impress the chicks now\nHis momma said, \"Donovan why are you\nOn the corner of Linden,\" and got all rude\nHe said, \"Momma listen close I'ma tell you one time\nYou're killin my high, plus I got a nine\nAll I be doin is puttin in work\nSo you can get a brand new dress for church\nI know the Devil lurks outside, man it's cold\nBut I don't wanna get paid slow, and grow old\nLike poppa - plus I'm on parole I gotta\nGet paid off the streets, to make ends meet\"\nWith the back of her hand, she smacked him in the face\nWalked out of the crib-piece, pissed with no taste\nThat night, rockin Nikes, eatin Mike'n'Ikes\nSlapboxin with a dyke on a bike too small\nThinkin, \"This time, next year, mom'll be able to. ohhh!\"\nShit from across the streets, niggaz approach - slow\nWell get the metal out, too late, the guns flash\nIn the melee they wet him like Reggae Sunsplash\nSun dashed with the quickness, back into the ride\nWith a smile on his face, the picture of pride\nBlood comin from his mouth, now I'm at his side\nKneelin over Donovan's body before he died\nEyes - flutterin up and down in his head\nAnd with his last breath this is what he said\nHe said, \"Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?\"\nThen I closed his eyes\n\nThere's a place I know where the people go\nWhere you can cash dough and chill on the low\nIn Southside. Queens, Queens\nWhere if you say The Ave.\nPeople automatically know the path\nYou don't have to do the math\nIn Southside. Queens, Queens\nAnd if you got a glock, you could bust shots\nLike?, when the block be hot\nIn. what we talkin bout. Queens, Queens\n\nUhh, c'mon uhh\nC'mon. uhh uhh\nI know where people go.\nWhere you can cash dough and chill on the low.","syncedLyrics":"[00:16.25] Heheheh. hey yo.\n[00:21.20] There's a place I know where the bitches go\n[00:24.21] Where they rob you for you dough and shit on the low\n[00:26.44] In Southside. Queens, Queens\n[00:31.60] Where if you say The Ave.\n[00:33.34] People automatically know the path\n[00:35.22] You don't have to do the math\n[00:36.57] In Southside. Queens, Queens\n[00:41.61] I knew this nigga named Donovan\n[00:43.03] Astonishin the way he used to handle the pill God (word?)\n[00:45.82] Let me speak about the way he used to dribble off his knees\n[00:48.33] And in the middle at the same time guzzlin a beer\n[00:51.01] Like a puzzle or a riddle - discoverin his path to the hoop\n[00:54.04] Scoop, shot, tipped up the backboard OOPS\n[00:56.68] Son got hops, never knew he woulda threw it\n[00:59.00] Cool nigga, when it came to school he blew it\n[01:01.38] A scholar in acute niggarisms and metropolitans\n[01:04.18] Get taller and yo Donovan hey come around the block\n[01:06.56] Dunn got the three sons, fuckin with coupons and refunds\n[01:09.64] Food stamps, and still he was a champ\n[01:11.69] Time to get loot for boots and kicks now\n[01:13.94] Fuck hoops gotta impress the chicks now\n[01:16.11] His momma said, \"Donovan why are you\n[01:19.39] On the corner of Linden,\" and got all rude\n[01:21.76] He said, \"Momma listen close I'ma tell you one time\n[01:24.02] You're killin my high, plus I got a nine\n[01:26.32] All I be doin is puttin in work\n[01:28.54] So you can get a brand new dress for church\n[01:30.88] I know the Devil lurks outside, man it's cold\n[01:33.44] But I don't wanna get paid slow, and grow old\n[01:36.18] Like poppa - plus I'm on parole I gotta\n[01:38.34] Get paid off the streets, to make ends meet\"\n[01:40.94] With the back of her hand, she smacked him in the face\n[01:43.79] Walked out of the crib-piece, pissed with no taste\n[01:46.09] That night, rockin Nikes, eatin Mike'n'Ikes\n[01:48.45] Slapboxin with a dyke on a bike too small\n[01:50.94] Thinkin, \"This time, next year, mom'll be able to. ohhh!\"\n[01:53.61] Shit from across the streets, niggaz approach - slow\n[01:56.03] Well get the metal out, too late, the guns flash\n[01:58.26] In the melee they wet him like Reggae Sunsplash\n[02:00.85] Sun dashed with the quickness, back into the ride\n[02:03.45] With a smile on his face, the picture of pride\n[02:05.70] Blood comin from his mouth, now I'm at his side\n[02:08.26] Kneelin over Donovan's body before he died\n[02:10.70] Eyes - flutterin up and down in his head\n[02:13.39] And with his last breath this is what he said\n[02:15.46] He said, \"Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?\"\n[02:24.28] Then I closed his eyes\n[02:25.77] There's a place I know where the people go\n[02:28.02] Where you can cash dough and chill on the low\n[02:30.52] In Southside. Queens, Queens\n[02:35.57] Where if you say The Ave.\n[02:37.36] People automatically know the path\n[02:39.14] You don't have to do the math\n[02:40.56] In Southside. Queens, Queens\n[02:45.41] And if you got a glock, you could bust shots\n[02:47.96] Like?, when the block be hot\n[02:50.78] In. what we talkin bout. Queens, Queens\n[02:55.46] Uhh, c'mon uhh\n[02:58.35] C'mon. uhh uhh\n[03:01.23] I know where people go.\n[03:03.04] Where you can cash dough and chill on the low.\n[03:06.90] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Queens\n artist: Pharoahe Monch\n album: 1000 Greatest Hip-Hop & Rap Songs\n duration_ms: 24000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Heheheh. hey yo.\n start_ms: 16250\n end_ms: 21200\n- text: There's a place I know where the bitches go\n start_ms: 21200\n end_ms: 24210\n- text: Where they rob you for you dough and shit on the low\n start_ms: 24210\n end_ms: 26440\n- text: In Southside. 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Queens, Queens\n start_ms: 36570\n end_ms: 41610\n- text: I knew this nigga named Donovan\n start_ms: 41610\n end_ms: 43030\n- text: Astonishin the way he used to handle the pill God (word?)\n start_ms: 43030\n end_ms: 45820\n- text: Let me speak about the way he used to dribble off his knees\n start_ms: 45820\n end_ms: 48330\n- text: And in the middle at the same time guzzlin a beer\n start_ms: 48330\n end_ms: 51010\n- text: Like a puzzle or a riddle - discoverin his path to the hoop\n start_ms: 51010\n end_ms: 54040\n- text: Scoop, shot, tipped up the backboard OOPS\n start_ms: 54040\n end_ms: 56680\n- text: Son got hops, never knew he woulda threw it\n start_ms: 56680\n end_ms: 59000\n- text: Cool nigga, when it came to school he blew it\n start_ms: 59000\n end_ms: 61380\n- text: A scholar in acute niggarisms and metropolitans\n start_ms: 61380\n end_ms: 64180\n- text: Get taller and yo Donovan hey come around the block\n start_ms: 64180\n end_ms: 66560\n- text: Dunn got the three sons, fuckin with coupons and refunds\n start_ms: 66560\n end_ms: 69640\n- text: Food stamps, and still he was a champ\n start_ms: 69640\n end_ms: 71690\n- text: Time to get loot for boots and kicks now\n start_ms: 71690\n end_ms: 73940\n- text: Fuck hoops gotta impress the chicks now\n start_ms: 73940\n end_ms: 76110\n- text: His momma said, \"Donovan why are you\n start_ms: 76110\n end_ms: 79390\n- text: On the corner of Linden,\" and got all rude\n start_ms: 79390\n end_ms: 81760\n- text: He said, \"Momma listen close I'ma tell you one time\n start_ms: 81760\n end_ms: 84020\n- text: You're killin my high, plus I got a nine\n start_ms: 84020\n end_ms: 86320\n- text: All I be doin is puttin in work\n start_ms: 86320\n end_ms: 88540\n- text: So you can get a brand new dress for church\n start_ms: 88540\n end_ms: 90880\n- text: I know the Devil lurks outside, man it's cold\n start_ms: 90880\n end_ms: 93440\n- text: But I don't wanna get paid slow, and grow old\n start_ms: 93440\n end_ms: 96180\n- text: Like poppa - plus I'm on parole I gotta\n start_ms: 96180\n end_ms: 98340\n- text: Get paid off the streets, to make ends meet\"\n start_ms: 98340\n end_ms: 100940\n- text: With the back of her hand, she smacked him in the face\n start_ms: 100940\n end_ms: 103790\n- text: Walked out of the crib-piece, pissed with no taste\n start_ms: 103790\n end_ms: 106090\n- text: That night, rockin Nikes, eatin Mike'n'Ikes\n start_ms: 106090\n end_ms: 108450\n- text: Slapboxin with a dyke on a bike too small\n start_ms: 108450\n end_ms: 110940\n- text: Thinkin, \"This time, next year, mom'll be able to. ohhh!\"\n start_ms: 110940\n end_ms: 113610\n- text: Shit from across the streets, niggaz approach - slow\n start_ms: 113610\n end_ms: 116030\n- text: Well get the metal out, too late, the guns flash\n start_ms: 116030\n end_ms: 118260\n- text: In the melee they wet him like Reggae Sunsplash\n start_ms: 118260\n end_ms: 120850\n- text: Sun dashed with the quickness, back into the ride\n start_ms: 120850\n end_ms: 123450\n- text: With a smile on his face, the picture of pride\n start_ms: 123450\n end_ms: 125700\n- text: Blood comin from his mouth, now I'm at his side\n start_ms: 125700\n end_ms: 128260\n- text: Kneelin over Donovan's body before he died\n start_ms: 128260\n end_ms: 130700\n- text: Eyes - flutterin up and down in his head\n start_ms: 130700\n end_ms: 133390\n- text: And with his last breath this is what he said\n start_ms: 133390\n end_ms: 135460\n- text: He said, \"Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?\"\n start_ms: 135460\n end_ms: 144280\n- text: Then I closed his eyes\n start_ms: 144280\n end_ms: 145770\n- text: There's a place I know where the people go\n start_ms: 145770\n end_ms: 148020\n- text: Where you can cash dough and chill on the low\n start_ms: 148020\n end_ms: 150520\n- text: In Southside. Queens, Queens\n start_ms: 150520\n end_ms: 155570\n- text: Where if you say The Ave.\n start_ms: 155570\n end_ms: 157360\n- text: People automatically know the path\n start_ms: 157360\n end_ms: 159140\n- text: You don't have to do the math\n start_ms: 159140\n end_ms: 160560\n- text: In Southside. Queens, Queens\n start_ms: 160560\n end_ms: 165410\n- text: And if you got a glock, you could bust shots\n start_ms: 165410\n end_ms: 167960\n- text: Like?, when the block be hot\n start_ms: 167960\n end_ms: 170780\n- text: In. what we talkin bout. 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Queens, Queens\n\n I knew this nigga named Donovan\n Astonishin the way he used to handle the pill God (word?)\n Let me speak about the way he used to dribble off his knees\n And in the middle at the same time guzzlin a beer\n Like a puzzle or a riddle - discoverin his path to the hoop\n Scoop, shot, tipped up the backboard OOPS\n Son got hops, never knew he woulda threw it\n Cool nigga, when it came to school he blew it\n A scholar in acute niggarisms and metropolitans\n Get taller and yo Donovan hey come around the block\n Dunn got the three sons, fuckin with coupons and refunds\n Food stamps, and still he was a champ\n Time to get loot for boots and kicks now\n Fuck hoops gotta impress the chicks now\n His momma said, \"Donovan why are you\n On the corner of Linden,\" and got all rude\n He said, \"Momma listen close I'ma tell you one time\n You're killin my high, plus I got a nine\n All I be doin is puttin in work\n So you can get a brand new dress for church\n I know the Devil lurks outside, man it's cold\n But I don't wanna get paid slow, and grow old\n Like poppa - plus I'm on parole I gotta\n Get paid off the streets, to make ends meet\"\n With the back of her hand, she smacked him in the face\n Walked out of the crib-piece, pissed with no taste\n That night, rockin Nikes, eatin Mike'n'Ikes\n Slapboxin with a dyke on a bike too small\n Thinkin, \"This time, next year, mom'll be able to. ohhh!\"\n Shit from across the streets, niggaz approach - slow\n Well get the metal out, too late, the guns flash\n In the melee they wet him like Reggae Sunsplash\n Sun dashed with the quickness, back into the ride\n With a smile on his face, the picture of pride\n Blood comin from his mouth, now I'm at his side\n Kneelin over Donovan's body before he died\n Eyes - flutterin up and down in his head\n And with his last breath this is what he said\n He said, \"Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?\"\n Then I closed his eyes\n\n There's a place I know where the people go\n Where you can cash dough and chill on the low\n In Southside. Queens, Queens\n Where if you say The Ave.\n People automatically know the path\n You don't have to do the math\n In Southside. Queens, Queens\n And if you got a glock, you could bust shots\n Like?, when the block be hot\n In. what we talkin bout. Queens, Queens\n\n Uhh, c'mon uhh\n C'mon. uhh uhh\n I know where people go.\n Where you can cash dough and chill on the low.\n"},{"id":26748769,"name":"Queens","trackName":"Queens","artistName":"Pharoahe Monch","albumName":"Top 1000 Hip-Hop & Rap Songs","duration":210.602167,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Heheheh. hey yo.\n\nThere's a place I know where the bitches go\nWhere they rob you for you dough and shit on the low\nIn Southside. Queens, Queens\nWhere if you say The Ave.\nPeople automatically know the path\nYou don't have to do the math\nIn Southside. Queens, Queens\n\nI knew this nigga named Donovan\nAstonishin the way he used to handle the pill God (word?)\nLet me speak about the way he used to dribble off his knees\nAnd in the middle at the same time guzzlin a beer\nLike a puzzle or a riddle - discoverin his path to the hoop\nScoop, shot, tipped up the backboard OOPS\nSon got hops, never knew he woulda threw it\nCool nigga, when it came to school he blew it\nA scholar in acute niggarisms and metropolitans\nGet taller and yo Donovan hey come around the block\nDunn got the three sons, fuckin with coupons and refunds\nFood stamps, and still he was a champ\nTime to get loot for boots and kicks now\nFuck hoops gotta impress the chicks now\nHis momma said, \"Donovan why are you\nOn the corner of Linden,\" and got all rude\nHe said, \"Momma listen close I'ma tell you one time\nYou're killin my high, plus I got a nine\nAll I be doin is puttin in work\nSo you can get a brand new dress for church\nI know the Devil lurks outside, man it's cold\nBut I don't wanna get paid slow, and grow old\nLike poppa - plus I'm on parole I gotta\nGet paid off the streets, to make ends meet\"\nWith the back of her hand, she smacked him in the face\nWalked out of the crib-piece, pissed with no taste\nThat night, rockin Nikes, eatin Mike'n'Ikes\nSlapboxin with a dyke on a bike too small\nThinkin, \"This time, next year, mom'll be able to. ohhh!\"\nShit from across the streets, niggaz approach - slow\nWell get the metal out, too late, the guns flash\nIn the melee they wet him like Reggae Sunsplash\nSun dashed with the quickness, back into the ride\nWith a smile on his face, the picture of pride\nBlood comin from his mouth, now I'm at his side\nKneelin over Donovan's body before he died\nEyes - flutterin up and down in his head\nAnd with his last breath this is what he said\nHe said, \"Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?\"\nThen I closed his eyes\n\nThere's a place I know where the people go\nWhere you can cash dough and chill on the low\nIn Southside. Queens, Queens\nWhere if you say The Ave.\nPeople automatically know the path\nYou don't have to do the math\nIn Southside. Queens, Queens\nAnd if you got a glock, you could bust shots\nLike?, when the block be hot\nIn. what we talkin bout. Queens, Queens\n\nUhh, c'mon uhh\nC'mon. uhh uhh\nI know where people go.\nWhere you can cash dough and chill on the low.","syncedLyrics":"[00:16.25] Heheheh. hey yo.\n[00:21.20] There's a place I know where the bitches go\n[00:24.21] Where they rob you for you dough and shit on the low\n[00:26.44] In Southside. Queens, Queens\n[00:31.60] Where if you say The Ave.\n[00:33.34] People automatically know the path\n[00:35.22] You don't have to do the math\n[00:36.57] In Southside. Queens, Queens\n[00:41.61] I knew this nigga named Donovan\n[00:43.03] Astonishin the way he used to handle the pill God (word?)\n[00:45.82] Let me speak about the way he used to dribble off his knees\n[00:48.33] And in the middle at the same time guzzlin a beer\n[00:51.01] Like a puzzle or a riddle - discoverin his path to the hoop\n[00:54.04] Scoop, shot, tipped up the backboard OOPS\n[00:56.68] Son got hops, never knew he woulda threw it\n[00:59.00] Cool nigga, when it came to school he blew it\n[01:01.38] A scholar in acute niggarisms and metropolitans\n[01:04.18] Get taller and yo Donovan hey come around the block\n[01:06.56] Dunn got the three sons, fuckin with coupons and refunds\n[01:09.64] Food stamps, and still he was a champ\n[01:11.69] Time to get loot for boots and kicks now\n[01:13.94] Fuck hoops gotta impress the chicks now\n[01:16.11] His momma said, \"Donovan why are you\n[01:19.39] On the corner of Linden,\" and got all rude\n[01:21.76] He said, \"Momma listen close I'ma tell you one time\n[01:24.02] You're killin my high, plus I got a nine\n[01:26.32] All I be doin is puttin in work\n[01:28.54] So you can get a brand new dress for church\n[01:30.88] I know the Devil lurks outside, man it's cold\n[01:33.44] But I don't wanna get paid slow, and grow old\n[01:36.18] Like poppa - plus I'm on parole I gotta\n[01:38.34] Get paid off the streets, to make ends meet\"\n[01:40.94] With the back of her hand, she smacked him in the face\n[01:43.79] Walked out of the crib-piece, pissed with no taste\n[01:46.09] That night, rockin Nikes, eatin Mike'n'Ikes\n[01:48.45] Slapboxin with a dyke on a bike too small\n[01:50.94] Thinkin, \"This time, next year, mom'll be able to. ohhh!\"\n[01:53.61] Shit from across the streets, niggaz approach - slow\n[01:56.03] Well get the metal out, too late, the guns flash\n[01:58.26] In the melee they wet him like Reggae Sunsplash\n[02:00.85] Sun dashed with the quickness, back into the ride\n[02:03.45] With a smile on his face, the picture of pride\n[02:05.70] Blood comin from his mouth, now I'm at his side\n[02:08.26] Kneelin over Donovan's body before he died\n[02:10.70] Eyes - flutterin up and down in his head\n[02:13.39] And with his last breath this is what he said\n[02:15.46] He said, \"Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?\"\n[02:24.28] Then I closed his eyes\n[02:25.77] There's a place I know where the people go\n[02:28.02] Where you can cash dough and chill on the low\n[02:30.52] In Southside. Queens, Queens\n[02:35.57] Where if you say The Ave.\n[02:37.36] People automatically know the path\n[02:39.14] You don't have to do the math\n[02:40.56] In Southside. Queens, Queens\n[02:45.41] And if you got a glock, you could bust shots\n[02:47.96] Like?, when the block be hot\n[02:50.78] In. what we talkin bout. Queens, Queens\n[02:55.46] Uhh, c'mon uhh\n[02:58.35] C'mon. uhh uhh\n[03:01.23] I know where people go.\n[03:03.04] Where you can cash dough and chill on the low.\n[03:06.90] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Queens\n artist: Pharoahe Monch\n album: Top 1000 Hip-Hop & Rap Songs\n duration_ms: 210602\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Heheheh. hey yo.\n start_ms: 16250\n end_ms: 21200\n- text: There's a place I know where the bitches go\n start_ms: 21200\n end_ms: 24210\n- text: Where they rob you for you dough and shit on the low\n start_ms: 24210\n end_ms: 26440\n- text: In Southside. 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Queens, Queens\n start_ms: 36570\n end_ms: 41610\n- text: I knew this nigga named Donovan\n start_ms: 41610\n end_ms: 43030\n- text: Astonishin the way he used to handle the pill God (word?)\n start_ms: 43030\n end_ms: 45820\n- text: Let me speak about the way he used to dribble off his knees\n start_ms: 45820\n end_ms: 48330\n- text: And in the middle at the same time guzzlin a beer\n start_ms: 48330\n end_ms: 51010\n- text: Like a puzzle or a riddle - discoverin his path to the hoop\n start_ms: 51010\n end_ms: 54040\n- text: Scoop, shot, tipped up the backboard OOPS\n start_ms: 54040\n end_ms: 56680\n- text: Son got hops, never knew he woulda threw it\n start_ms: 56680\n end_ms: 59000\n- text: Cool nigga, when it came to school he blew it\n start_ms: 59000\n end_ms: 61380\n- text: A scholar in acute niggarisms and metropolitans\n start_ms: 61380\n end_ms: 64180\n- text: Get taller and yo Donovan hey come around the block\n start_ms: 64180\n end_ms: 66560\n- text: Dunn got the three sons, fuckin with coupons and refunds\n start_ms: 66560\n end_ms: 69640\n- text: Food stamps, and still he was a champ\n start_ms: 69640\n end_ms: 71690\n- text: Time to get loot for boots and kicks now\n start_ms: 71690\n end_ms: 73940\n- text: Fuck hoops gotta impress the chicks now\n start_ms: 73940\n end_ms: 76110\n- text: His momma said, \"Donovan why are you\n start_ms: 76110\n end_ms: 79390\n- text: On the corner of Linden,\" and got all rude\n start_ms: 79390\n end_ms: 81760\n- text: He said, \"Momma listen close I'ma tell you one time\n start_ms: 81760\n end_ms: 84020\n- text: You're killin my high, plus I got a nine\n start_ms: 84020\n end_ms: 86320\n- text: All I be doin is puttin in work\n start_ms: 86320\n end_ms: 88540\n- text: So you can get a brand new dress for church\n start_ms: 88540\n end_ms: 90880\n- text: I know the Devil lurks outside, man it's cold\n start_ms: 90880\n end_ms: 93440\n- text: But I don't wanna get paid slow, and grow old\n start_ms: 93440\n end_ms: 96180\n- text: Like poppa - plus I'm on parole I gotta\n start_ms: 96180\n end_ms: 98340\n- text: Get paid off the streets, to make ends meet\"\n start_ms: 98340\n end_ms: 100940\n- text: With the back of her hand, she smacked him in the face\n start_ms: 100940\n end_ms: 103790\n- text: Walked out of the crib-piece, pissed with no taste\n start_ms: 103790\n end_ms: 106090\n- text: That night, rockin Nikes, eatin Mike'n'Ikes\n start_ms: 106090\n end_ms: 108450\n- text: Slapboxin with a dyke on a bike too small\n start_ms: 108450\n end_ms: 110940\n- text: Thinkin, \"This time, next year, mom'll be able to. ohhh!\"\n start_ms: 110940\n end_ms: 113610\n- text: Shit from across the streets, niggaz approach - slow\n start_ms: 113610\n end_ms: 116030\n- text: Well get the metal out, too late, the guns flash\n start_ms: 116030\n end_ms: 118260\n- text: In the melee they wet him like Reggae Sunsplash\n start_ms: 118260\n end_ms: 120850\n- text: Sun dashed with the quickness, back into the ride\n start_ms: 120850\n end_ms: 123450\n- text: With a smile on his face, the picture of pride\n start_ms: 123450\n end_ms: 125700\n- text: Blood comin from his mouth, now I'm at his side\n start_ms: 125700\n end_ms: 128260\n- text: Kneelin over Donovan's body before he died\n start_ms: 128260\n end_ms: 130700\n- text: Eyes - flutterin up and down in his head\n start_ms: 130700\n end_ms: 133390\n- text: And with his last breath this is what he said\n start_ms: 133390\n end_ms: 135460\n- text: He said, \"Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?\"\n start_ms: 135460\n end_ms: 144280\n- text: Then I closed his eyes\n start_ms: 144280\n end_ms: 145770\n- text: There's a place I know where the people go\n start_ms: 145770\n end_ms: 148020\n- text: Where you can cash dough and chill on the low\n start_ms: 148020\n end_ms: 150520\n- text: In Southside. 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Queens, Queens\n\n I knew this nigga named Donovan\n Astonishin the way he used to handle the pill God (word?)\n Let me speak about the way he used to dribble off his knees\n And in the middle at the same time guzzlin a beer\n Like a puzzle or a riddle - discoverin his path to the hoop\n Scoop, shot, tipped up the backboard OOPS\n Son got hops, never knew he woulda threw it\n Cool nigga, when it came to school he blew it\n A scholar in acute niggarisms and metropolitans\n Get taller and yo Donovan hey come around the block\n Dunn got the three sons, fuckin with coupons and refunds\n Food stamps, and still he was a champ\n Time to get loot for boots and kicks now\n Fuck hoops gotta impress the chicks now\n His momma said, \"Donovan why are you\n On the corner of Linden,\" and got all rude\n He said, \"Momma listen close I'ma tell you one time\n You're killin my high, plus I got a nine\n All I be doin is puttin in work\n So you can get a brand new dress for church\n I know the Devil lurks outside, man it's cold\n But I don't wanna get paid slow, and grow old\n Like poppa - plus I'm on parole I gotta\n Get paid off the streets, to make ends meet\"\n With the back of her hand, she smacked him in the face\n Walked out of the crib-piece, pissed with no taste\n That night, rockin Nikes, eatin Mike'n'Ikes\n Slapboxin with a dyke on a bike too small\n Thinkin, \"This time, next year, mom'll be able to. ohhh!\"\n Shit from across the streets, niggaz approach - slow\n Well get the metal out, too late, the guns flash\n In the melee they wet him like Reggae Sunsplash\n Sun dashed with the quickness, back into the ride\n With a smile on his face, the picture of pride\n Blood comin from his mouth, now I'm at his side\n Kneelin over Donovan's body before he died\n Eyes - flutterin up and down in his head\n And with his last breath this is what he said\n He said, \"Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?\"\n Then I closed his eyes\n\n There's a place I know where the people go\n Where you can cash dough and chill on the low\n In Southside. Queens, Queens\n Where if you say The Ave.\n People automatically know the path\n You don't have to do the math\n In Southside. Queens, Queens\n And if you got a glock, you could bust shots\n Like?, when the block be hot\n In. what we talkin bout. Queens, Queens\n\n Uhh, c'mon uhh\n C'mon. uhh uhh\n I know where people go.\n Where you can cash dough and chill on the low.\n"},{"id":26800629,"name":"Queens","trackName":"Queens","artistName":"Pharoahe Monch","albumName":"Internal Affairs","duration":208.863492,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Heheheh. hey yo.\n\nThere's a place I know where the bitches go\nWhere they rob you for you dough and shit on the low\nIn Southside. Queens, Queens\nWhere if you say The Ave.\nPeople automatically know the path\nYou don't have to do the math\nIn Southside. Queens, Queens\n\nI knew this nigga named Donovan\nAstonishin the way he used to handle the pill God (word?)\nLet me speak about the way he used to dribble off his knees\nAnd in the middle at the same time guzzlin a beer\nLike a puzzle or a riddle - discoverin his path to the hoop\nScoop, shot, tipped up the backboard OOPS\nSon got hops, never knew he woulda threw it\nCool nigga, when it came to school he blew it\nA scholar in acute niggarisms and metropolitans\nGet taller and yo Donovan hey come around the block\nDunn got the three sons, fuckin with coupons and refunds\nFood stamps, and still he was a champ\nTime to get loot for boots and kicks now\nFuck hoops gotta impress the chicks now\nHis momma said, \"Donovan why are you\nOn the corner of Linden,\" and got all rude\nHe said, \"Momma listen close I'ma tell you one time\nYou're killin my high, plus I got a nine\nAll I be doin is puttin in work\nSo you can get a brand new dress for church\nI know the Devil lurks outside, man it's cold\nBut I don't wanna get paid slow, and grow old\nLike poppa - plus I'm on parole I gotta\nGet paid off the streets, to make ends meet\"\nWith the back of her hand, she smacked him in the face\nWalked out of the crib-piece, pissed with no taste\nThat night, rockin Nikes, eatin Mike'n'Ikes\nSlapboxin with a dyke on a bike too small\nThinkin, \"This time, next year, mom'll be able to. ohhh!\"\nShit from across the streets, niggaz approach - slow\nWell get the metal out, too late, the guns flash\nIn the melee they wet him like Reggae Sunsplash\nSun dashed with the quickness, back into the ride\nWith a smile on his face, the picture of pride\nBlood comin from his mouth, now I'm at his side\nKneelin over Donovan's body before he died\nEyes - flutterin up and down in his head\nAnd with his last breath this is what he said\nHe said, \"Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?\"\nThen I closed his eyes\n\nThere's a place I know where the people go\nWhere you can cash dough and chill on the low\nIn Southside. Queens, Queens\nWhere if you say The Ave.\nPeople automatically know the path\nYou don't have to do the math\nIn Southside. Queens, Queens\nAnd if you got a glock, you could bust shots\nLike?, when the block be hot\nIn. what we talkin bout. Queens, Queens\n\nUhh, c'mon uhh\nC'mon. uhh uhh\nI know where people go.\nWhere you can cash dough and chill on the low.","syncedLyrics":"[00:16.25] Heheheh. hey yo.\n[00:21.20] There's a place I know where the bitches go\n[00:24.21] Where they rob you for you dough and shit on the low\n[00:26.44] In Southside. Queens, Queens\n[00:31.60] Where if you say The Ave.\n[00:33.34] People automatically know the path\n[00:35.22] You don't have to do the math\n[00:36.57] In Southside. Queens, Queens\n[00:41.61] I knew this nigga named Donovan\n[00:43.03] Astonishin the way he used to handle the pill God (word?)\n[00:45.82] Let me speak about the way he used to dribble off his knees\n[00:48.33] And in the middle at the same time guzzlin a beer\n[00:51.01] Like a puzzle or a riddle - discoverin his path to the hoop\n[00:54.04] Scoop, shot, tipped up the backboard OOPS\n[00:56.68] Son got hops, never knew he woulda threw it\n[00:59.00] Cool nigga, when it came to school he blew it\n[01:01.38] A scholar in acute niggarisms and metropolitans\n[01:04.18] Get taller and yo Donovan hey come around the block\n[01:06.56] Dunn got the three sons, fuckin with coupons and refunds\n[01:09.64] Food stamps, and still he was a champ\n[01:11.69] Time to get loot for boots and kicks now\n[01:13.94] Fuck hoops gotta impress the chicks now\n[01:16.11] His momma said, \"Donovan why are you\n[01:19.39] On the corner of Linden,\" and got all rude\n[01:21.76] He said, \"Momma listen close I'ma tell you one time\n[01:24.02] You're killin my high, plus I got a nine\n[01:26.32] All I be doin is puttin in work\n[01:28.54] So you can get a brand new dress for church\n[01:30.88] I know the Devil lurks outside, man it's cold\n[01:33.44] But I don't wanna get paid slow, and grow old\n[01:36.18] Like poppa - plus I'm on parole I gotta\n[01:38.34] Get paid off the streets, to make ends meet\"\n[01:40.94] With the back of her hand, she smacked him in the face\n[01:43.79] Walked out of the crib-piece, pissed with no taste\n[01:46.09] That night, rockin Nikes, eatin Mike'n'Ikes\n[01:48.45] Slapboxin with a dyke on a bike too small\n[01:50.94] Thinkin, \"This time, next year, mom'll be able to. ohhh!\"\n[01:53.61] Shit from across the streets, niggaz approach - slow\n[01:56.03] Well get the metal out, too late, the guns flash\n[01:58.26] In the melee they wet him like Reggae Sunsplash\n[02:00.85] Sun dashed with the quickness, back into the ride\n[02:03.45] With a smile on his face, the picture of pride\n[02:05.70] Blood comin from his mouth, now I'm at his side\n[02:08.26] Kneelin over Donovan's body before he died\n[02:10.70] Eyes - flutterin up and down in his head\n[02:13.39] And with his last breath this is what he said\n[02:15.46] He said, \"Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?\"\n[02:24.28] Then I closed his eyes\n[02:25.77] There's a place I know where the people go\n[02:28.02] Where you can cash dough and chill on the low\n[02:30.52] In Southside. Queens, Queens\n[02:35.57] Where if you say The Ave.\n[02:37.36] People automatically know the path\n[02:39.14] You don't have to do the math\n[02:40.56] In Southside. Queens, Queens\n[02:45.41] And if you got a glock, you could bust shots\n[02:47.96] Like?, when the block be hot\n[02:50.78] In. what we talkin bout. Queens, Queens\n[02:55.46] Uhh, c'mon uhh\n[02:58.35] C'mon. uhh uhh\n[03:01.23] I know where people go.\n[03:03.04] Where you can cash dough and chill on the low.\n[03:06.90] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Queens\n artist: Pharoahe Monch\n album: Internal Affairs\n duration_ms: 208863\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Heheheh. hey yo.\n start_ms: 16250\n end_ms: 21200\n- text: There's a place I know where the bitches go\n start_ms: 21200\n end_ms: 24210\n- text: Where they rob you for you dough and shit on the low\n start_ms: 24210\n end_ms: 26440\n- text: In Southside. 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Queens, Queens\n\n I knew this nigga named Donovan\n Astonishin the way he used to handle the pill God (word?)\n Let me speak about the way he used to dribble off his knees\n And in the middle at the same time guzzlin a beer\n Like a puzzle or a riddle - discoverin his path to the hoop\n Scoop, shot, tipped up the backboard OOPS\n Son got hops, never knew he woulda threw it\n Cool nigga, when it came to school he blew it\n A scholar in acute niggarisms and metropolitans\n Get taller and yo Donovan hey come around the block\n Dunn got the three sons, fuckin with coupons and refunds\n Food stamps, and still he was a champ\n Time to get loot for boots and kicks now\n Fuck hoops gotta impress the chicks now\n His momma said, \"Donovan why are you\n On the corner of Linden,\" and got all rude\n He said, \"Momma listen close I'ma tell you one time\n You're killin my high, plus I got a nine\n All I be doin is puttin in work\n So you can get a brand new dress for church\n I know the Devil lurks outside, man it's cold\n But I don't wanna get paid slow, and grow old\n Like poppa - plus I'm on parole I gotta\n Get paid off the streets, to make ends meet\"\n With the back of her hand, she smacked him in the face\n Walked out of the crib-piece, pissed with no taste\n That night, rockin Nikes, eatin Mike'n'Ikes\n Slapboxin with a dyke on a bike too small\n Thinkin, \"This time, next year, mom'll be able to. ohhh!\"\n Shit from across the streets, niggaz approach - slow\n Well get the metal out, too late, the guns flash\n In the melee they wet him like Reggae Sunsplash\n Sun dashed with the quickness, back into the ride\n With a smile on his face, the picture of pride\n Blood comin from his mouth, now I'm at his side\n Kneelin over Donovan's body before he died\n Eyes - flutterin up and down in his head\n And with his last breath this is what he said\n He said, \"Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?\"\n Then I closed his eyes\n\n There's a place I know where the people go\n Where you can cash dough and chill on the low\n In Southside. 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