[{"id":6005808,"name":"Overstand Me","trackName":"Overstand Me","artistName":"Pimp C","albumName":"Pimpalation (Limited Edition)","duration":335.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Hook: Pimp C)\nEverybody rapping like they ballin and they rich\nI see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit\nEvery-everybody rapping like they ballin and they rich\nI see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit\nEvery-everybody rapping like they ballin and they rich\nI see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit\nIf they diamonds ain't shinin and they rollin K steel\nWhile I'm grippin on the grain, sippin lean, and poppin pills\nEvery...\n\n(Pimp C over Hook)\nCheck one two, one two, bitch!\nI see your lips quivering but I don't hear nothing!\nKnalmtalkinbout!?\nMan these niggaz is Mr. Magoo man\nUh!\n\n(Pimp C)\nEverybody wanna be on some \"Superfly\" shit (shit!)\nBut I'm the closest thang to Priest that you gon' see bitch!\nI'ma pretty yellow nigga, keep my finger on the trigger (trigger!)\nY'all know the scope, Polo FUCK HILFIGER! (fuck Hilfiger!)\nI see you niggaz on the slab, ya jewelry lookin funny (uh!)\nY'all ain't seeing no rap or no +Dirty Money+ (Dirty Money!)\nI be in the streets lettin my nuts hang (hang!)\nBoys wanna 'bang bang', nigga it ain't no main thang (main thang!)\nCoward niggaz makin death threats (death threats!)\nI leave ya pussy and ya chest wet (wet!)\nI ride around in P.A. one deep in a Bentley (uh!)\nBitch if you 'bout it, come and fuck with me (fuck with me!)\nBut bitch you better bring an arsenal (uh!)\nBecause if you miss me you ain't gon' make it to the hospital! (bitch!)\nAnd if ya hit me, they gon' kill ya family\nPussy nigga ain't gon' win, bitch do you overstand me?\n\n(Hook)\n\n(Trae)\nEverybody actin like they ballin in this bitch\nUntil a nigga get up outta the drop and simply fallin on that Benz\n83's, I'ma swang a swanger, with ice the price of a house\nAnd I'm the truth, muthafuck the rest, look at this 30 in my mouth\nYou in the presence of a playa, keep yo' cool 'cause I might go off\nWhen I hop out, suicide roaring Gators, fuckin yo' toes off\nAnd I walk with a attitude like, \"Fuck them niggaz, they can't see me\"\nI guess they love to ride my dick 'cause they watchin me like I'm TV\nWhile these niggaz out here rapping and capping 'bout what they got\nOr be the reason they get punched in the mouth and ran off the block\nI ain't gotta say I'm ballin, bitch you see it on my wrist\nGrippin grain, VVS on my fist and these haters pissed\nThey ice don't even shine like the watch that I got\nThen again they never seen the size of the rocks that I got\nNow getcha mind right, nigga you a simp\nReal recognize trill, so I'm fuckin with the Piiimmmppp!\n\n(Hook)\n\n(Chamillionaire)\nI ain't believing that... knalmtalkinbout, let's handle business baby!\nYeah... grippin on the grain (you know what it is!)\nGeyeah!\n\nYou ain't the truth and I'm talkin to you, ya jewelry sho' actin funny\nGet it appraised for less than me when I'm wearin no ice ya dummy!\nBetter not think ya thinkin of ballin 'cause ya showed up at Johnny\nWrappin them hundreds on top of ones like it's a whole bunch of money\nMy golds white and sunny, you equivalent with \"it depends\"\nWhether or not you knows the seventy thousand dollar difference\nFix ya lens, getcha spend, ya game been up and still pretend\nThat ya spend, dividends, don't pretend that yo' whip's a Benz\nYou talkin 'bout they slang and even got no thang\nNiggaz be talkin 'bout they swang and even got no swangs\nSpent my broad, leave a complaint, I ain't gon' charge her to the game\nTellin that hoe to release a Visa, then I'ma charge her for a ring\nMe and Pimp be ridin candy 'llac, that's a Cadillac my nigga, matter fact\nAnd I sold it to 'em, plus he had a track\nSo he grabbed the deck and then he added that\nThem boys was frontin like they had the stacks\nSo my nigga told me that they had the Jag\nI picked the phone up and I handled that\nThat's multi-jewelry, let 'em have it back\n(Hook) - repeat 'til fade","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Overstand Me\n  artist: Pimp C\n  album: Pimpalation (Limited Edition)\n  duration_ms: 335000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Hook: Pimp C)\n  Everybody rapping like they ballin and they rich\n  I see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit\n  Every-everybody rapping like they ballin and they rich\n  I see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit\n  Every-everybody rapping like they ballin and they rich\n  I see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit\n  If they diamonds ain't shinin and they rollin K steel\n  While I'm grippin on the grain, sippin lean, and poppin pills\n  Every...\n\n  (Pimp C over Hook)\n  Check one two, one two, bitch!\n  I see your lips quivering but I don't hear nothing!\n  Knalmtalkinbout!?\n  Man these niggaz is Mr. Magoo man\n  Uh!\n\n  (Pimp C)\n  Everybody wanna be on some \"Superfly\" shit (shit!)\n  But I'm the closest thang to Priest that you gon' see bitch!\n  I'ma pretty yellow nigga, keep my finger on the trigger (trigger!)\n  Y'all know the scope, Polo FUCK HILFIGER! (fuck Hilfiger!)\n  I see you niggaz on the slab, ya jewelry lookin funny (uh!)\n  Y'all ain't seeing no rap or no +Dirty Money+ (Dirty Money!)\n  I be in the streets lettin my nuts hang (hang!)\n  Boys wanna 'bang bang', nigga it ain't no main thang (main thang!)\n  Coward niggaz makin death threats (death threats!)\n  I leave ya pussy and ya chest wet (wet!)\n  I ride around in P.A. one deep in a Bentley (uh!)\n  Bitch if you 'bout it, come and fuck with me (fuck with me!)\n  But bitch you better bring an arsenal (uh!)\n  Because if you miss me you ain't gon' make it to the hospital! (bitch!)\n  And if ya hit me, they gon' kill ya family\n  Pussy nigga ain't gon' win, bitch do you overstand me?\n\n  (Hook)\n\n  (Trae)\n  Everybody actin like they ballin in this bitch\n  Until a nigga get up outta the drop and simply fallin on that Benz\n  83's, I'ma swang a swanger, with ice the price of a house\n  And I'm the truth, muthafuck the rest, look at this 30 in my mouth\n  You in the presence of a playa, keep yo' cool 'cause I might go off\n  When I hop out, suicide roaring Gators, fuckin yo' toes off\n  And I walk with a attitude like, \"Fuck them niggaz, they can't see me\"\n  I guess they love to ride my dick 'cause they watchin me like I'm TV\n  While these niggaz out here rapping and capping 'bout what they got\n  Or be the reason they get punched in the mouth and ran off the block\n  I ain't gotta say I'm ballin, bitch you see it on my wrist\n  Grippin grain, VVS on my fist and these haters pissed\n  They ice don't even shine like the watch that I got\n  Then again they never seen the size of the rocks that I got\n  Now getcha mind right, nigga you a simp\n  Real recognize trill, so I'm fuckin with the Piiimmmppp!\n\n  (Hook)\n\n  (Chamillionaire)\n  I ain't believing that... knalmtalkinbout, let's handle business baby!\n  Yeah... grippin on the grain (you know what it is!)\n  Geyeah!\n\n  You ain't the truth and I'm talkin to you, ya jewelry sho' actin funny\n  Get it appraised for less than me when I'm wearin no ice ya dummy!\n  Better not think ya thinkin of ballin 'cause ya showed up at Johnny\n  Wrappin them hundreds on top of ones like it's a whole bunch of money\n  My golds white and sunny, you equivalent with \"it depends\"\n  Whether or not you knows the seventy thousand dollar difference\n  Fix ya lens, getcha spend, ya game been up and still pretend\n  That ya spend, dividends, don't pretend that yo' whip's a Benz\n  You talkin 'bout they slang and even got no thang\n  Niggaz be talkin 'bout they swang and even got no swangs\n  Spent my broad, leave a complaint, I ain't gon' charge her to the game\n  Tellin that hoe to release a Visa, then I'ma charge her for a ring\n  Me and Pimp be ridin candy 'llac, that's a Cadillac my nigga, matter fact\n  And I sold it to 'em, plus he had a track\n  So he grabbed the deck and then he added that\n  Them boys was frontin like they had the stacks\n  So my nigga told me that they had the Jag\n  I picked the phone up and I handled that\n  That's multi-jewelry, let 'em have it back\n  (Hook) - repeat 'til fade\n"},{"id":29492952,"name":"Overstand Me","trackName":"Overstand Me","artistName":"Pimp C","albumName":"Featuring Chamillionaire","duration":266.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Hook: Pimp C)\nEverybody rapping like they ballin and they rich\nI see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit\nEvery-everybody rapping like they ballin and they rich\nI see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit\nEvery-everybody rapping like they ballin and they rich\nI see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit\nIf they diamonds ain't shinin and they rollin K steel\nWhile I'm grippin on the grain, sippin lean, and poppin pills\nEvery...\n\n(Pimp C over Hook)\nCheck one two, one two, bitch!\nI see your lips quivering but I don't hear nothing!\nKnalmtalkinbout!?\nMan these niggaz is Mr. Magoo man\nUh!\n\n(Pimp C)\nEverybody wanna be on some \"Superfly\" shit (shit!)\nBut I'm the closest thang to Priest that you gon' see bitch!\nI'ma pretty yellow nigga, keep my finger on the trigger (trigger!)\nY'all know the scope, Polo FUCK HILFIGER! (fuck Hilfiger!)\nI see you niggaz on the slab, ya jewelry lookin funny (uh!)\nY'all ain't seeing no rap or no +Dirty Money+ (Dirty Money!)\nI be in the streets lettin my nuts hang (hang!)\nBoys wanna 'bang bang', nigga it ain't no main thang (main thang!)\nCoward niggaz makin death threats (death threats!)\nI leave ya pussy and ya chest wet (wet!)\nI ride around in P.A. one deep in a Bentley (uh!)\nBitch if you 'bout it, come and fuck with me (fuck with me!)\nBut bitch you better bring an arsenal (uh!)\nBecause if you miss me you ain't gon' make it to the hospital! (bitch!)\nAnd if ya hit me, they gon' kill ya family\nPussy nigga ain't gon' win, bitch do you overstand me?\n\n(Hook)\n\n(Trae)\nEverybody actin like they ballin in this bitch\nUntil a nigga get up outta the drop and simply fallin on that Benz\n83's, I'ma swang a swanger, with ice the price of a house\nAnd I'm the truth, muthafuck the rest, look at this 30 in my mouth\nYou in the presence of a playa, keep yo' cool 'cause I might go off\nWhen I hop out, suicide roaring Gators, fuckin yo' toes off\nAnd I walk with a attitude like, \"Fuck them niggaz, they can't see me\"\nI guess they love to ride my dick 'cause they watchin me like I'm TV\nWhile these niggaz out here rapping and capping 'bout what they got\nOr be the reason they get punched in the mouth and ran off the block\nI ain't gotta say I'm ballin, bitch you see it on my wrist\nGrippin grain, VVS on my fist and these haters pissed\nThey ice don't even shine like the watch that I got\nThen again they never seen the size of the rocks that I got\nNow getcha mind right, nigga you a simp\nReal recognize trill, so I'm fuckin with the Piiimmmppp!\n\n(Hook)\n\n(Chamillionaire)\nI ain't believing that... knalmtalkinbout, let's handle business baby!\nYeah... grippin on the grain (you know what it is!)\nGeyeah!\n\nYou ain't the truth and I'm talkin to you, ya jewelry sho' actin funny\nGet it appraised for less than me when I'm wearin no ice ya dummy!\nBetter not think ya thinkin of ballin 'cause ya showed up at Johnny\nWrappin them hundreds on top of ones like it's a whole bunch of money\nMy golds white and sunny, you equivalent with \"it depends\"\nWhether or not you knows the seventy thousand dollar difference\nFix ya lens, getcha spend, ya game been up and still pretend\nThat ya spend, dividends, don't pretend that yo' whip's a Benz\nYou talkin 'bout they slang and even got no thang\nNiggaz be talkin 'bout they swang and even got no swangs\nSpent my broad, leave a complaint, I ain't gon' charge her to the game\nTellin that hoe to release a Visa, then I'ma charge her for a ring\nMe and Pimp be ridin candy 'llac, that's a Cadillac my nigga, matter fact\nAnd I sold it to 'em, plus he had a track\nSo he grabbed the deck and then he added that\nThem boys was frontin like they had the stacks\nSo my nigga told me that they had the Jag\nI picked the phone up and I handled that\nThat's multi-jewelry, let 'em have it back\n(Hook) - repeat 'til fade","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Overstand Me\n  artist: Pimp C\n  album: Featuring Chamillionaire\n  duration_ms: 266000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Hook: Pimp C)\n  Everybody rapping like they ballin and they rich\n  I see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit\n  Every-everybody rapping like they ballin and they rich\n  I see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit\n  Every-everybody rapping like they ballin and they rich\n  I see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit\n  If they diamonds ain't shinin and they rollin K steel\n  While I'm grippin on the grain, sippin lean, and poppin pills\n  Every...\n\n  (Pimp C over Hook)\n  Check one two, one two, bitch!\n  I see your lips quivering but I don't hear nothing!\n  Knalmtalkinbout!?\n  Man these niggaz is Mr. Magoo man\n  Uh!\n\n  (Pimp C)\n  Everybody wanna be on some \"Superfly\" shit (shit!)\n  But I'm the closest thang to Priest that you gon' see bitch!\n  I'ma pretty yellow nigga, keep my finger on the trigger (trigger!)\n  Y'all know the scope, Polo FUCK HILFIGER! (fuck Hilfiger!)\n  I see you niggaz on the slab, ya jewelry lookin funny (uh!)\n  Y'all ain't seeing no rap or no +Dirty Money+ (Dirty Money!)\n  I be in the streets lettin my nuts hang (hang!)\n  Boys wanna 'bang bang', nigga it ain't no main thang (main thang!)\n  Coward niggaz makin death threats (death threats!)\n  I leave ya pussy and ya chest wet (wet!)\n  I ride around in P.A. one deep in a Bentley (uh!)\n  Bitch if you 'bout it, come and fuck with me (fuck with me!)\n  But bitch you better bring an arsenal (uh!)\n  Because if you miss me you ain't gon' make it to the hospital! (bitch!)\n  And if ya hit me, they gon' kill ya family\n  Pussy nigga ain't gon' win, bitch do you overstand me?\n\n  (Hook)\n\n  (Trae)\n  Everybody actin like they ballin in this bitch\n  Until a nigga get up outta the drop and simply fallin on that Benz\n  83's, I'ma swang a swanger, with ice the price of a house\n  And I'm the truth, muthafuck the rest, look at this 30 in my mouth\n  You in the presence of a playa, keep yo' cool 'cause I might go off\n  When I hop out, suicide roaring Gators, fuckin yo' toes off\n  And I walk with a attitude like, \"Fuck them niggaz, they can't see me\"\n  I guess they love to ride my dick 'cause they watchin me like I'm TV\n  While these niggaz out here rapping and capping 'bout what they got\n  Or be the reason they get punched in the mouth and ran off the block\n  I ain't gotta say I'm ballin, bitch you see it on my wrist\n  Grippin grain, VVS on my fist and these haters pissed\n  They ice don't even shine like the watch that I got\n  Then again they never seen the size of the rocks that I got\n  Now getcha mind right, nigga you a simp\n  Real recognize trill, so I'm fuckin with the Piiimmmppp!\n\n  (Hook)\n\n  (Chamillionaire)\n  I ain't believing that... knalmtalkinbout, let's handle business baby!\n  Yeah... grippin on the grain (you know what it is!)\n  Geyeah!\n\n  You ain't the truth and I'm talkin to you, ya jewelry sho' actin funny\n  Get it appraised for less than me when I'm wearin no ice ya dummy!\n  Better not think ya thinkin of ballin 'cause ya showed up at Johnny\n  Wrappin them hundreds on top of ones like it's a whole bunch of money\n  My golds white and sunny, you equivalent with \"it depends\"\n  Whether or not you knows the seventy thousand dollar difference\n  Fix ya lens, getcha spend, ya game been up and still pretend\n  That ya spend, dividends, don't pretend that yo' whip's a Benz\n  You talkin 'bout they slang and even got no thang\n  Niggaz be talkin 'bout they swang and even got no swangs\n  Spent my broad, leave a complaint, I ain't gon' charge her to the game\n  Tellin that hoe to release a Visa, then I'ma charge her for a ring\n  Me and Pimp be ridin candy 'llac, that's a Cadillac my nigga, matter fact\n  And I sold it to 'em, plus he had a track\n  So he grabbed the deck and then he added that\n  Them boys was frontin like they had the stacks\n  So my nigga told me that they had the Jag\n  I picked the phone up and I handled that\n  That's multi-jewelry, let 'em have it back\n  (Hook) - repeat 'til fade\n"},{"id":20198429,"name":"Overstand Me","trackName":"Overstand Me","artistName":"Pimp C","albumName":"Pimpalation","duration":334.942041,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Hook: Pimp C)\nEverybody rapping like they ballin and they rich\nI see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit\nEvery-everybody rapping like they ballin and they rich\nI see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit\nEvery-everybody rapping like they ballin and they rich\nI see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit\nIf they diamonds ain't shinin and they rollin K steel\nWhile I'm grippin on the grain, sippin lean, and poppin pills\nEvery...\n\n(Pimp C over Hook)\nCheck one two, one two, bitch!\nI see your lips quivering but I don't hear nothing!\nKnalmtalkinbout!?\nMan these niggaz is Mr. Magoo man\nUh!\n\n(Pimp C)\nEverybody wanna be on some \"Superfly\" shit (shit!)\nBut I'm the closest thang to Priest that you gon' see bitch!\nI'ma pretty yellow nigga, keep my finger on the trigger (trigger!)\nY'all know the scope, Polo FUCK HILFIGER! (fuck Hilfiger!)\nI see you niggaz on the slab, ya jewelry lookin funny (uh!)\nY'all ain't seeing no rap or no +Dirty Money+ (Dirty Money!)\nI be in the streets lettin my nuts hang (hang!)\nBoys wanna 'bang bang', nigga it ain't no main thang (main thang!)\nCoward niggaz makin death threats (death threats!)\nI leave ya pussy and ya chest wet (wet!)\nI ride around in P.A. one deep in a Bentley (uh!)\nBitch if you 'bout it, come and fuck with me (fuck with me!)\nBut bitch you better bring an arsenal (uh!)\nBecause if you miss me you ain't gon' make it to the hospital! (bitch!)\nAnd if ya hit me, they gon' kill ya family\nPussy nigga ain't gon' win, bitch do you overstand me?\n\n(Hook)\n\n(Trae)\nEverybody actin like they ballin in this bitch\nUntil a nigga get up outta the drop and simply fallin on that Benz\n83's, I'ma swang a swanger, with ice the price of a house\nAnd I'm the truth, muthafuck the rest, look at this 30 in my mouth\nYou in the presence of a playa, keep yo' cool 'cause I might go off\nWhen I hop out, suicide roaring Gators, fuckin yo' toes off\nAnd I walk with a attitude like, \"Fuck them niggaz, they can't see me\"\nI guess they love to ride my dick 'cause they watchin me like I'm TV\nWhile these niggaz out here rapping and capping 'bout what they got\nOr be the reason they get punched in the mouth and ran off the block\nI ain't gotta say I'm ballin, bitch you see it on my wrist\nGrippin grain, VVS on my fist and these haters pissed\nThey ice don't even shine like the watch that I got\nThen again they never seen the size of the rocks that I got\nNow getcha mind right, nigga you a simp\nReal recognize trill, so I'm fuckin with the Piiimmmppp!\n\n(Hook)\n\n(Chamillionaire)\nI ain't believing that... knalmtalkinbout, let's handle business baby!\nYeah... grippin on the grain (you know what it is!)\nGeyeah!\n\nYou ain't the truth and I'm talkin to you, ya jewelry sho' actin funny\nGet it appraised for less than me when I'm wearin no ice ya dummy!\nBetter not think ya thinkin of ballin 'cause ya showed up at Johnny\nWrappin them hundreds on top of ones like it's a whole bunch of money\nMy golds white and sunny, you equivalent with \"it depends\"\nWhether or not you knows the seventy thousand dollar difference\nFix ya lens, getcha spend, ya game been up and still pretend\nThat ya spend, dividends, don't pretend that yo' whip's a Benz\nYou talkin 'bout they slang and even got no thang\nNiggaz be talkin 'bout they swang and even got no swangs\nSpent my broad, leave a complaint, I ain't gon' charge her to the game\nTellin that hoe to release a Visa, then I'ma charge her for a ring\nMe and Pimp be ridin candy 'llac, that's a Cadillac my nigga, matter fact\nAnd I sold it to 'em, plus he had a track\nSo he grabbed the deck and then he added that\nThem boys was frontin like they had the stacks\nSo my nigga told me that they had the Jag\nI picked the phone up and I handled that\nThat's multi-jewelry, let 'em have it back\n(Hook) - repeat 'til fade","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Overstand Me\n  artist: Pimp C\n  album: Pimpalation\n  duration_ms: 334942\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Hook: Pimp C)\n  Everybody rapping like they ballin and they rich\n  I see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit\n  Every-everybody rapping like they ballin and they rich\n  I see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit\n  Every-everybody rapping like they ballin and they rich\n  I see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit\n  If they diamonds ain't shinin and they rollin K steel\n  While I'm grippin on the grain, sippin lean, and poppin pills\n  Every...\n\n  (Pimp C over Hook)\n  Check one two, one two, bitch!\n  I see your lips quivering but I don't hear nothing!\n  Knalmtalkinbout!?\n  Man these niggaz is Mr. Magoo man\n  Uh!\n\n  (Pimp C)\n  Everybody wanna be on some \"Superfly\" shit (shit!)\n  But I'm the closest thang to Priest that you gon' see bitch!\n  I'ma pretty yellow nigga, keep my finger on the trigger (trigger!)\n  Y'all know the scope, Polo FUCK HILFIGER! (fuck Hilfiger!)\n  I see you niggaz on the slab, ya jewelry lookin funny (uh!)\n  Y'all ain't seeing no rap or no +Dirty Money+ (Dirty Money!)\n  I be in the streets lettin my nuts hang (hang!)\n  Boys wanna 'bang bang', nigga it ain't no main thang (main thang!)\n  Coward niggaz makin death threats (death threats!)\n  I leave ya pussy and ya chest wet (wet!)\n  I ride around in P.A. one deep in a Bentley (uh!)\n  Bitch if you 'bout it, come and fuck with me (fuck with me!)\n  But bitch you better bring an arsenal (uh!)\n  Because if you miss me you ain't gon' make it to the hospital! (bitch!)\n  And if ya hit me, they gon' kill ya family\n  Pussy nigga ain't gon' win, bitch do you overstand me?\n\n  (Hook)\n\n  (Trae)\n  Everybody actin like they ballin in this bitch\n  Until a nigga get up outta the drop and simply fallin on that Benz\n  83's, I'ma swang a swanger, with ice the price of a house\n  And I'm the truth, muthafuck the rest, look at this 30 in my mouth\n  You in the presence of a playa, keep yo' cool 'cause I might go off\n  When I hop out, suicide roaring Gators, fuckin yo' toes off\n  And I walk with a attitude like, \"Fuck them niggaz, they can't see me\"\n  I guess they love to ride my dick 'cause they watchin me like I'm TV\n  While these niggaz out here rapping and capping 'bout what they got\n  Or be the reason they get punched in the mouth and ran off the block\n  I ain't gotta say I'm ballin, bitch you see it on my wrist\n  Grippin grain, VVS on my fist and these haters pissed\n  They ice don't even shine like the watch that I got\n  Then again they never seen the size of the rocks that I got\n  Now getcha mind right, nigga you a simp\n  Real recognize trill, so I'm fuckin with the Piiimmmppp!\n\n  (Hook)\n\n  (Chamillionaire)\n  I ain't believing that... knalmtalkinbout, let's handle business baby!\n  Yeah... grippin on the grain (you know what it is!)\n  Geyeah!\n\n  You ain't the truth and I'm talkin to you, ya jewelry sho' actin funny\n  Get it appraised for less than me when I'm wearin no ice ya dummy!\n  Better not think ya thinkin of ballin 'cause ya showed up at Johnny\n  Wrappin them hundreds on top of ones like it's a whole bunch of money\n  My golds white and sunny, you equivalent with \"it depends\"\n  Whether or not you knows the seventy thousand dollar difference\n  Fix ya lens, getcha spend, ya game been up and still pretend\n  That ya spend, dividends, don't pretend that yo' whip's a Benz\n  You talkin 'bout they slang and even got no thang\n  Niggaz be talkin 'bout they swang and even got no swangs\n  Spent my broad, leave a complaint, I ain't gon' charge her to the game\n  Tellin that hoe to release a Visa, then I'ma charge her for a ring\n  Me and Pimp be ridin candy 'llac, that's a Cadillac my nigga, matter fact\n  And I sold it to 'em, plus he had a track\n  So he grabbed the deck and then he added that\n  Them boys was frontin like they had the stacks\n  So my nigga told me that they had the Jag\n  I picked the phone up and I handled that\n  That's multi-jewelry, let 'em have it back\n  (Hook) - repeat 'til fade\n"},{"id":16592346,"name":"Overstand Me","trackName":"Overstand Me","artistName":"Pimp C","albumName":"Pimpalation (Limited Edition)","duration":266.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Hook: Pimp C)\nEverybody rapping like they ballin and they rich\nI see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit\nEvery-everybody rapping like they ballin and they rich\nI see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit\nEvery-everybody rapping like they ballin and they rich\nI see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit\nIf they diamonds ain't shinin and they rollin K steel\nWhile I'm grippin on the grain, sippin lean, and poppin pills\nEvery...\n\n(Pimp C over Hook)\nCheck one two, one two, bitch!\nI see your lips quivering but I don't hear nothing!\nKnalmtalkinbout!?\nMan these niggaz is Mr. Magoo man\nUh!\n\n(Pimp C)\nEverybody wanna be on some \"Superfly\" shit (shit!)\nBut I'm the closest thang to Priest that you gon' see bitch!\nI'ma pretty yellow nigga, keep my finger on the trigger (trigger!)\nY'all know the scope, Polo FUCK HILFIGER! (fuck Hilfiger!)\nI see you niggaz on the slab, ya jewelry lookin funny (uh!)\nY'all ain't seeing no rap or no +Dirty Money+ (Dirty Money!)\nI be in the streets lettin my nuts hang (hang!)\nBoys wanna 'bang bang', nigga it ain't no main thang (main thang!)\nCoward niggaz makin death threats (death threats!)\nI leave ya pussy and ya chest wet (wet!)\nI ride around in P.A. one deep in a Bentley (uh!)\nBitch if you 'bout it, come and fuck with me (fuck with me!)\nBut bitch you better bring an arsenal (uh!)\nBecause if you miss me you ain't gon' make it to the hospital! (bitch!)\nAnd if ya hit me, they gon' kill ya family\nPussy nigga ain't gon' win, bitch do you overstand me?\n\n(Hook)\n\n(Trae)\nEverybody actin like they ballin in this bitch\nUntil a nigga get up outta the drop and simply fallin on that Benz\n83's, I'ma swang a swanger, with ice the price of a house\nAnd I'm the truth, muthafuck the rest, look at this 30 in my mouth\nYou in the presence of a playa, keep yo' cool 'cause I might go off\nWhen I hop out, suicide roaring Gators, fuckin yo' toes off\nAnd I walk with a attitude like, \"Fuck them niggaz, they can't see me\"\nI guess they love to ride my dick 'cause they watchin me like I'm TV\nWhile these niggaz out here rapping and capping 'bout what they got\nor be the reason they get punched in the mouth and ran off the block\nI ain't gotta say I'm ballin, bitch you see it on my wrist\nGrippin grain, VVS on my fist and these haters pissed\nThey ice don't even shine like the watch that I got\nThen again they never seen the size of the rocks that I got\nNow getcha mind right, nigga you a simp\nReal recognize trill, so I'm fuckin with the Piiimmmppp!\n\n(Hook)\n\n(Chamillionaire)\nI ain't believing that... knalmtalkinbout, let's handle business baby!\nYeah... grippin on the grain (you know what it is!)\nGeyeah!\n\nYou ain't the truth and I'm talkin to you, ya jewelry sho' actin funny\nGet it appraised for less than me when I'm wearin no ice ya dummy!\nBetter not think ya thinkin of ballin 'cause ya showed up at Johnny\nWrappin them hundreds on top of ones like it's a whole bunch of money\nMy golds white and sunny, you equivalent with \"it depends\"\nWhether or not you knows the seventy thousand dollar difference\nFix ya lens, getcha spend, ya game been up and still pretend\nthat ya spend, dividends, don't pretend that yo' whip's a Benz\nYou talkin 'bout they slang and even got no thang\nNiggaz be talkin 'bout they swang and even got no swangs\nSpent my broad, leave a complaint, I ain't gon' charge her to the game\nTellin that hoe to release a Visa, then I'ma charge her for a ring\nMe and Pimp be ridin candy 'llac, that's a Cadillac my nigga, matter fact\nAnd I sold it to 'em, plus he had a track\nSo he grabbed the deck and then he added that\nThem boys was frontin like they had the stacks\nSo my nigga told me that they had the Jag\nI picked the phone up and I handled that\nThat's multi-jewelry, let 'em have it back\n(Hook) - repeat 'til fade","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Overstand Me\n  artist: Pimp C\n  album: Pimpalation (Limited Edition)\n  duration_ms: 266000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Hook: Pimp C)\n  Everybody rapping like they ballin and they rich\n  I see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit\n  Every-everybody rapping like they ballin and they rich\n  I see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit\n  Every-everybody rapping like they ballin and they rich\n  I see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit\n  If they diamonds ain't shinin and they rollin K steel\n  While I'm grippin on the grain, sippin lean, and poppin pills\n  Every...\n\n  (Pimp C over Hook)\n  Check one two, one two, bitch!\n  I see your lips quivering but I don't hear nothing!\n  Knalmtalkinbout!?\n  Man these niggaz is Mr. Magoo man\n  Uh!\n\n  (Pimp C)\n  Everybody wanna be on some \"Superfly\" shit (shit!)\n  But I'm the closest thang to Priest that you gon' see bitch!\n  I'ma pretty yellow nigga, keep my finger on the trigger (trigger!)\n  Y'all know the scope, Polo FUCK HILFIGER! (fuck Hilfiger!)\n  I see you niggaz on the slab, ya jewelry lookin funny (uh!)\n  Y'all ain't seeing no rap or no +Dirty Money+ (Dirty Money!)\n  I be in the streets lettin my nuts hang (hang!)\n  Boys wanna 'bang bang', nigga it ain't no main thang (main thang!)\n  Coward niggaz makin death threats (death threats!)\n  I leave ya pussy and ya chest wet (wet!)\n  I ride around in P.A. one deep in a Bentley (uh!)\n  Bitch if you 'bout it, come and fuck with me (fuck with me!)\n  But bitch you better bring an arsenal (uh!)\n  Because if you miss me you ain't gon' make it to the hospital! (bitch!)\n  And if ya hit me, they gon' kill ya family\n  Pussy nigga ain't gon' win, bitch do you overstand me?\n\n  (Hook)\n\n  (Trae)\n  Everybody actin like they ballin in this bitch\n  Until a nigga get up outta the drop and simply fallin on that Benz\n  83's, I'ma swang a swanger, with ice the price of a house\n  And I'm the truth, muthafuck the rest, look at this 30 in my mouth\n  You in the presence of a playa, keep yo' cool 'cause I might go off\n  When I hop out, suicide roaring Gators, fuckin yo' toes off\n  And I walk with a attitude like, \"Fuck them niggaz, they can't see me\"\n  I guess they love to ride my dick 'cause they watchin me like I'm TV\n  While these niggaz out here rapping and capping 'bout what they got\n  or be the reason they get punched in the mouth and ran off the block\n  I ain't gotta say I'm ballin, bitch you see it on my wrist\n  Grippin grain, VVS on my fist and these haters pissed\n  They ice don't even shine like the watch that I got\n  Then again they never seen the size of the rocks that I got\n  Now getcha mind right, nigga you a simp\n  Real recognize trill, so I'm fuckin with the Piiimmmppp!\n\n  (Hook)\n\n  (Chamillionaire)\n  I ain't believing that... knalmtalkinbout, let's handle business baby!\n  Yeah... grippin on the grain (you know what it is!)\n  Geyeah!\n\n  You ain't the truth and I'm talkin to you, ya jewelry sho' actin funny\n  Get it appraised for less than me when I'm wearin no ice ya dummy!\n  Better not think ya thinkin of ballin 'cause ya showed up at Johnny\n  Wrappin them hundreds on top of ones like it's a whole bunch of money\n  My golds white and sunny, you equivalent with \"it depends\"\n  Whether or not you knows the seventy thousand dollar difference\n  Fix ya lens, getcha spend, ya game been up and still pretend\n  that ya spend, dividends, don't pretend that yo' whip's a Benz\n  You talkin 'bout they slang and even got no thang\n  Niggaz be talkin 'bout they swang and even got no swangs\n  Spent my broad, leave a complaint, I ain't gon' charge her to the game\n  Tellin that hoe to release a Visa, then I'ma charge her for a ring\n  Me and Pimp be ridin candy 'llac, that's a Cadillac my nigga, matter fact\n  And I sold it to 'em, plus he had a track\n  So he grabbed the deck and then he added that\n  Them boys was frontin like they had the stacks\n  So my nigga told me that they had the Jag\n  I picked the phone up and I handled that\n  That's multi-jewelry, let 'em have it back\n  (Hook) - repeat 'til fade\n"},{"id":21358361,"name":"Overstand Me","trackName":"Overstand Me","artistName":"Pimp C","albumName":"Pimpalation (Chopped & Screwed)","duration":334.942041,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Hook: Pimp C)\nEverybody rapping like they ballin and they rich\nI see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit\nEvery-everybody rapping like they ballin and they rich\nI see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit\nEvery-everybody rapping like they ballin and they rich\nI see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit\nIf they diamonds ain't shinin and they rollin K steel\nWhile I'm grippin on the grain, sippin lean, and poppin pills\nEvery...\n\n(Pimp C over Hook)\nCheck one two, one two, bitch!\nI see your lips quivering but I don't hear nothing!\nKnalmtalkinbout!?\nMan these niggaz is Mr. Magoo man\nUh!\n\n(Pimp C)\nEverybody wanna be on some \"Superfly\" shit (shit!)\nBut I'm the closest thang to Priest that you gon' see bitch!\nI'ma pretty yellow nigga, keep my finger on the trigger (trigger!)\nY'all know the scope, Polo FUCK HILFIGER! (fuck Hilfiger!)\nI see you niggaz on the slab, ya jewelry lookin funny (uh!)\nY'all ain't seeing no rap or no +Dirty Money+ (Dirty Money!)\nI be in the streets lettin my nuts hang (hang!)\nBoys wanna 'bang bang', nigga it ain't no main thang (main thang!)\nCoward niggaz makin death threats (death threats!)\nI leave ya pussy and ya chest wet (wet!)\nI ride around in P.A. one deep in a Bentley (uh!)\nBitch if you 'bout it, come and fuck with me (fuck with me!)\nBut bitch you better bring an arsenal (uh!)\nBecause if you miss me you ain't gon' make it to the hospital! (bitch!)\nAnd if ya hit me, they gon' kill ya family\nPussy nigga ain't gon' win, bitch do you overstand me?\n\n(Hook)\n\n(Trae)\nEverybody actin like they ballin in this bitch\nUntil a nigga get up outta the drop and simply fallin on that Benz\n83's, I'ma swang a swanger, with ice the price of a house\nAnd I'm the truth, muthafuck the rest, look at this 30 in my mouth\nYou in the presence of a playa, keep yo' cool 'cause I might go off\nWhen I hop out, suicide roaring Gators, fuckin yo' toes off\nAnd I walk with a attitude like, \"Fuck them niggaz, they can't see me\"\nI guess they love to ride my dick 'cause they watchin me like I'm TV\nWhile these niggaz out here rapping and capping 'bout what they got\nOr be the reason they get punched in the mouth and ran off the block\nI ain't gotta say I'm ballin, bitch you see it on my wrist\nGrippin grain, VVS on my fist and these haters pissed\nThey ice don't even shine like the watch that I got\nThen again they never seen the size of the rocks that I got\nNow getcha mind right, nigga you a simp\nReal recognize trill, so I'm fuckin with the Piiimmmppp!\n\n(Hook)\n\n(Chamillionaire)\nI ain't believing that... knalmtalkinbout, let's handle business baby!\nYeah... grippin on the grain (you know what it is!)\nGeyeah!\n\nYou ain't the truth and I'm talkin to you, ya jewelry sho' actin funny\nGet it appraised for less than me when I'm wearin no ice ya dummy!\nBetter not think ya thinkin of ballin 'cause ya showed up at Johnny\nWrappin them hundreds on top of ones like it's a whole bunch of money\nMy golds white and sunny, you equivalent with \"it depends\"\nWhether or not you knows the seventy thousand dollar difference\nFix ya lens, getcha spend, ya game been up and still pretend\nThat ya spend, dividends, don't pretend that yo' whip's a Benz\nYou talkin 'bout they slang and even got no thang\nNiggaz be talkin 'bout they swang and even got no swangs\nSpent my broad, leave a complaint, I ain't gon' charge her to the game\nTellin that hoe to release a Visa, then I'ma charge her for a ring\nMe and Pimp be ridin candy 'llac, that's a Cadillac my nigga, matter fact\nAnd I sold it to 'em, plus he had a track\nSo he grabbed the deck and then he added that\nThem boys was frontin like they had the stacks\nSo my nigga told me that they had the Jag\nI picked the phone up and I handled that\nThat's multi-jewelry, let 'em have it back\n(Hook) - repeat 'til fade","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Overstand Me\n  artist: Pimp C\n  album: Pimpalation (Chopped & Screwed)\n  duration_ms: 334942\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Hook: Pimp C)\n  Everybody rapping like they ballin and they rich\n  I see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit\n  Every-everybody rapping like they ballin and they rich\n  I see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit\n  Every-everybody rapping like they ballin and they rich\n  I see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit\n  If they diamonds ain't shinin and they rollin K steel\n  While I'm grippin on the grain, sippin lean, and poppin pills\n  Every...\n\n  (Pimp C over Hook)\n  Check one two, one two, bitch!\n  I see your lips quivering but I don't hear nothing!\n  Knalmtalkinbout!?\n  Man these niggaz is Mr. Magoo man\n  Uh!\n\n  (Pimp C)\n  Everybody wanna be on some \"Superfly\" shit (shit!)\n  But I'm the closest thang to Priest that you gon' see bitch!\n  I'ma pretty yellow nigga, keep my finger on the trigger (trigger!)\n  Y'all know the scope, Polo FUCK HILFIGER! (fuck Hilfiger!)\n  I see you niggaz on the slab, ya jewelry lookin funny (uh!)\n  Y'all ain't seeing no rap or no +Dirty Money+ (Dirty Money!)\n  I be in the streets lettin my nuts hang (hang!)\n  Boys wanna 'bang bang', nigga it ain't no main thang (main thang!)\n  Coward niggaz makin death threats (death threats!)\n  I leave ya pussy and ya chest wet (wet!)\n  I ride around in P.A. one deep in a Bentley (uh!)\n  Bitch if you 'bout it, come and fuck with me (fuck with me!)\n  But bitch you better bring an arsenal (uh!)\n  Because if you miss me you ain't gon' make it to the hospital! (bitch!)\n  And if ya hit me, they gon' kill ya family\n  Pussy nigga ain't gon' win, bitch do you overstand me?\n\n  (Hook)\n\n  (Trae)\n  Everybody actin like they ballin in this bitch\n  Until a nigga get up outta the drop and simply fallin on that Benz\n  83's, I'ma swang a swanger, with ice the price of a house\n  And I'm the truth, muthafuck the rest, look at this 30 in my mouth\n  You in the presence of a playa, keep yo' cool 'cause I might go off\n  When I hop out, suicide roaring Gators, fuckin yo' toes off\n  And I walk with a attitude like, \"Fuck them niggaz, they can't see me\"\n  I guess they love to ride my dick 'cause they watchin me like I'm TV\n  While these niggaz out here rapping and capping 'bout what they got\n  Or be the reason they get punched in the mouth and ran off the block\n  I ain't gotta say I'm ballin, bitch you see it on my wrist\n  Grippin grain, VVS on my fist and these haters pissed\n  They ice don't even shine like the watch that I got\n  Then again they never seen the size of the rocks that I got\n  Now getcha mind right, nigga you a simp\n  Real recognize trill, so I'm fuckin with the Piiimmmppp!\n\n  (Hook)\n\n  (Chamillionaire)\n  I ain't believing that... knalmtalkinbout, let's handle business baby!\n  Yeah... grippin on the grain (you know what it is!)\n  Geyeah!\n\n  You ain't the truth and I'm talkin to you, ya jewelry sho' actin funny\n  Get it appraised for less than me when I'm wearin no ice ya dummy!\n  Better not think ya thinkin of ballin 'cause ya showed up at Johnny\n  Wrappin them hundreds on top of ones like it's a whole bunch of money\n  My golds white and sunny, you equivalent with \"it depends\"\n  Whether or not you knows the seventy thousand dollar difference\n  Fix ya lens, getcha spend, ya game been up and still pretend\n  That ya spend, dividends, don't pretend that yo' whip's a Benz\n  You talkin 'bout they slang and even got no thang\n  Niggaz be talkin 'bout they swang and even got no swangs\n  Spent my broad, leave a complaint, I ain't gon' charge her to the game\n  Tellin that hoe to release a Visa, then I'ma charge her for a ring\n  Me and Pimp be ridin candy 'llac, that's a Cadillac my nigga, matter fact\n  And I sold it to 'em, plus he had a track\n  So he grabbed the deck and then he added that\n  Them boys was frontin like they had the stacks\n  So my nigga told me that they had the Jag\n  I picked the phone up and I handled that\n  That's multi-jewelry, let 'em have it back\n  (Hook) - repeat 'til fade\n"},{"id":9715292,"name":"Overstand Me","trackName":"Overstand Me","artistName":"Pimp C","albumName":"Pimpalation","duration":266.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Everybody rapping like they ballin\nAnd they rich i see 'em in the streets\nI ain't believing they shit\nEvery-everybody rapping like they ballin\nAnd they rich i see 'em in the streets\nI ain't believing they shit\nEvery-everybody rapping like they ballin\nAnd they rich i see 'em in the streets\nI ain't believing they shit\nIf they diamonds ain't shinin and\nThey rollin K steel\nWhile I'm grippin on the grain, sippin lean\nAnd poppin pills every\nCheck one two, one two, bitch!\nI see your lips quivering but\nI don't hear nothing! Knalmtalkinbout!?\nMan these niggas is Mr magoo man uh!\nEverybody wanna be on some \"Superfly\" shit\n(shit) but I'm the closest thang to Priest\nThat you gon' see bitch!\nI'mma pretty yellow nigga\nKeep my finger on the trigger (trigger)\nY'all know the score, Polo FUCK HILFIGER!\n(fuck Hilfiger)\nI see you niggas on the slab\nYa jewelry lookin funny (uh)\nY'all ain't seeing no rap\nOr no +Dirty Money+ (Dirty Money)\nI be in the streets lettin my nuts hang\n(hang) boys wanna 'bang bang'\nNigga it ain't no main thang (main thang)\nCoward niggas makin death threats\n(death threats)\nI leave ya pussy and ya chest wet (wet)\nI ride around in PA one deep in a Bentley\n(uh)\nBitch if you 'bout it, come and fuck with me\n(fuck with me)\nBut bitch you better bring an arsenal (uh)\nBecause if you miss me you ain't\nGon' make it to the hospital! (bitch)\nAnd if ya hit me, they gon' kill ya family\nPussy nigga ain't gon' win\nBitch do you overstand me?\nEverybody actin like they ballin\nIn this bitch\nUntil a nigga get up outta the drop\nAnd simply fallin on that Benz\n83's, I'mma swang a swanger\nWith ice the price of a house\nAnd I'm the truth, muthafuck the rest\nLook at this 30 in my mouth\nYou in the presence of a playa\nKeep yo' cool cause I might go off\nWhen I hop out, suicide roaring Gators\nFuckin yo' toes off\nAnd I walk with a attitude\nLike, \"Fuck them niggas\nThey can't see me\"\nI guess they love to ride my dick\nCause they watchin me like I'm TV\nWhile these niggas out here rapping and\nCapping 'bout what they got\nOr be the reason they get punched in\nThe mouth and ran off the block\nI ain't gotta say I'm ballin\nBitch you see it on my wrist grippin grain\nVVS on my fist and these haters pissed\nThey ice don't even shine like\nThe watch that I got\nThen again they never seen the size\nOf the rocks that I got\nNow getcha mind right, nigga you a simp\nReal recognize trill\nSo I'm fuckin with the Piiimmmppp!\nI ain't believing that knalmtalkinbout\nLet's handle business baby!\nYeah grippin on the grain\n(you know what it is) geyeah!\nYou ain't the truth and I'm talkin to you\nYa jewelry sho' actin funny\nGet it appraised for less than me when\nI'm wearin no ice ya dummy!\nBetter not think ya thinkin of ballin\nCause ya showed up at Johnny\nWrappin them hundreds on top of ones like\nIt's a whole bunch of money\nMy golds white and sunny\nYou equivalent with \"it depends\"\nWhether or not you knows the\nSeventy thousand dollar difference\nFix ya lens, getcha spend\nYa game been up and still pretend\nThat ya spend, dividends\nDon't pretend that yo' whip's a Benz\nYou talkin 'bout they slang and\nEven got no thang\nNiggas be talkin 'bout they swang\nAnd even got no swangs\nSpent my broad, leave a complaint\nI ain't gon' charge her to the game\nTellin that ho to release a Visa\nThen I'mma charge her for a ring\nMe and Pimp be ridin candy 'llac\nThat's a Cadillac my nigga, matter fact\nAnd I sold it to 'em, plus he had a track\nSo he grabbed the deck and then he added that\nThem boys was frontin like\nThey had the stacks\nSo my nigga told me that they had the Jag\nI picked the phone up and I handled that\nThat's multi-jewelry, let 'em have it back","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Overstand Me\n  artist: Pimp C\n  album: Pimpalation\n  duration_ms: 266000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Everybody rapping like they ballin\n  And they rich i see 'em in the streets\n  I ain't believing they shit\n  Every-everybody rapping like they ballin\n  And they rich i see 'em in the streets\n  I ain't believing they shit\n  Every-everybody rapping like they ballin\n  And they rich i see 'em in the streets\n  I ain't believing they shit\n  If they diamonds ain't shinin and\n  They rollin K steel\n  While I'm grippin on the grain, sippin lean\n  And poppin pills every\n  Check one two, one two, bitch!\n  I see your lips quivering but\n  I don't hear nothing! Knalmtalkinbout!?\n  Man these niggas is Mr magoo man uh!\n  Everybody wanna be on some \"Superfly\" shit\n  (shit) but I'm the closest thang to Priest\n  That you gon' see bitch!\n  I'mma pretty yellow nigga\n  Keep my finger on the trigger (trigger)\n  Y'all know the score, Polo FUCK HILFIGER!\n  (fuck Hilfiger)\n  I see you niggas on the slab\n  Ya jewelry lookin funny (uh)\n  Y'all ain't seeing no rap\n  Or no +Dirty Money+ (Dirty Money)\n  I be in the streets lettin my nuts hang\n  (hang) boys wanna 'bang bang'\n  Nigga it ain't no main thang (main thang)\n  Coward niggas makin death threats\n  (death threats)\n  I leave ya pussy and ya chest wet (wet)\n  I ride around in PA one deep in a Bentley\n  (uh)\n  Bitch if you 'bout it, come and fuck with me\n  (fuck with me)\n  But bitch you better bring an arsenal (uh)\n  Because if you miss me you ain't\n  Gon' make it to the hospital! (bitch)\n  And if ya hit me, they gon' kill ya family\n  Pussy nigga ain't gon' win\n  Bitch do you overstand me?\n  Everybody actin like they ballin\n  In this bitch\n  Until a nigga get up outta the drop\n  And simply fallin on that Benz\n  83's, I'mma swang a swanger\n  With ice the price of a house\n  And I'm the truth, muthafuck the rest\n  Look at this 30 in my mouth\n  You in the presence of a playa\n  Keep yo' cool cause I might go off\n  When I hop out, suicide roaring Gators\n  Fuckin yo' toes off\n  And I walk with a attitude\n  Like, \"Fuck them niggas\n  They can't see me\"\n  I guess they love to ride my dick\n  Cause they watchin me like I'm TV\n  While these niggas out here rapping and\n  Capping 'bout what they got\n  Or be the reason they get punched in\n  The mouth and ran off the block\n  I ain't gotta say I'm ballin\n  Bitch you see it on my wrist grippin grain\n  VVS on my fist and these haters pissed\n  They ice don't even shine like\n  The watch that I got\n  Then again they never seen the size\n  Of the rocks that I got\n  Now getcha mind right, nigga you a simp\n  Real recognize trill\n  So I'm fuckin with the Piiimmmppp!\n  I ain't believing that knalmtalkinbout\n  Let's handle business baby!\n  Yeah grippin on the grain\n  (you know what it is) geyeah!\n  You ain't the truth and I'm talkin to you\n  Ya jewelry sho' actin funny\n  Get it appraised for less than me when\n  I'm wearin no ice ya dummy!\n  Better not think ya thinkin of ballin\n  Cause ya showed up at Johnny\n  Wrappin them hundreds on top of ones like\n  It's a whole bunch of money\n  My golds white and sunny\n  You equivalent with \"it depends\"\n  Whether or not you knows the\n  Seventy thousand dollar difference\n  Fix ya lens, getcha spend\n  Ya game been up and still pretend\n  That ya spend, dividends\n  Don't pretend that yo' whip's a Benz\n  You talkin 'bout they slang and\n  Even got no thang\n  Niggas be talkin 'bout they swang\n  And even got no swangs\n  Spent my broad, leave a complaint\n  I ain't gon' charge her to the game\n  Tellin that ho to release a Visa\n  Then I'mma charge her for a ring\n  Me and Pimp be ridin candy 'llac\n  That's a Cadillac my nigga, matter fact\n  And I sold it to 'em, plus he had a track\n  So he grabbed the deck and then he added that\n  Them boys was frontin like\n  They had the stacks\n  So my nigga told me that they had the Jag\n  I picked the phone up and I handled that\n  That's multi-jewelry, let 'em have it back\n"},{"id":26399341,"name":"Overstand Me","trackName":"Overstand Me","artistName":"Pimp C","albumName":"Pimpalation [Bonus CD] Disc 1","duration":265.638,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Hook: Pimp C)\nEverybody rapping like they ballin and they rich\nI see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit\nEvery-everybody rapping like they ballin and they rich\nI see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit\nEvery-everybody rapping like they ballin and they rich\nI see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit\nIf they diamonds ain't shinin and they rollin K steel\nWhile I'm grippin on the grain, sippin lean, and poppin pills\nEvery...\n\n(Pimp C over Hook)\nCheck one two, one two, bitch!\nI see your lips quivering but I don't hear nothing!\nKnalmtalkinbout!?\nMan these niggaz is Mr. Magoo man\nUh!\n\n(Pimp C)\nEverybody wanna be on some \"Superfly\" shit (shit!)\nBut I'm the closest thang to Priest that you gon' see bitch!\nI'ma pretty yellow nigga, keep my finger on the trigger (trigger!)\nY'all know the scope, Polo FUCK HILFIGER! (fuck Hilfiger!)\nI see you niggaz on the slab, ya jewelry lookin funny (uh!)\nY'all ain't seeing no rap or no +Dirty Money+ (Dirty Money!)\nI be in the streets lettin my nuts hang (hang!)\nBoys wanna 'bang bang', nigga it ain't no main thang (main thang!)\nCoward niggaz makin death threats (death threats!)\nI leave ya pussy and ya chest wet (wet!)\nI ride around in P.A. one deep in a Bentley (uh!)\nBitch if you 'bout it, come and fuck with me (fuck with me!)\nBut bitch you better bring an arsenal (uh!)\nBecause if you miss me you ain't gon' make it to the hospital! (bitch!)\nAnd if ya hit me, they gon' kill ya family\nPussy nigga ain't gon' win, bitch do you overstand me?\n\n(Hook)\n\n(Trae)\nEverybody actin like they ballin in this bitch\nUntil a nigga get up outta the drop and simply fallin on that Benz\n83's, I'ma swang a swanger, with ice the price of a house\nAnd I'm the truth, muthafuck the rest, look at this 30 in my mouth\nYou in the presence of a playa, keep yo' cool 'cause I might go off\nWhen I hop out, suicide roaring Gators, fuckin yo' toes off\nAnd I walk with a attitude like, \"Fuck them niggaz, they can't see me\"\nI guess they love to ride my dick 'cause they watchin me like I'm TV\nWhile these niggaz out here rapping and capping 'bout what they got\nOr be the reason they get punched in the mouth and ran off the block\nI ain't gotta say I'm ballin, bitch you see it on my wrist\nGrippin grain, VVS on my fist and these haters pissed\nThey ice don't even shine like the watch that I got\nThen again they never seen the size of the rocks that I got\nNow getcha mind right, nigga you a simp\nReal recognize trill, so I'm fuckin with the Piiimmmppp!\n\n(Hook)\n\n(Chamillionaire)\nI ain't believing that... knalmtalkinbout, let's handle business baby!\nYeah... grippin on the grain (you know what it is!)\nGeyeah!\n\nYou ain't the truth and I'm talkin to you, ya jewelry sho' actin funny\nGet it appraised for less than me when I'm wearin no ice ya dummy!\nBetter not think ya thinkin of ballin 'cause ya showed up at Johnny\nWrappin them hundreds on top of ones like it's a whole bunch of money\nMy golds white and sunny, you equivalent with \"it depends\"\nWhether or not you knows the seventy thousand dollar difference\nFix ya lens, getcha spend, ya game been up and still pretend\nThat ya spend, dividends, don't pretend that yo' whip's a Benz\nYou talkin 'bout they slang and even got no thang\nNiggaz be talkin 'bout they swang and even got no swangs\nSpent my broad, leave a complaint, I ain't gon' charge her to the game\nTellin that hoe to release a Visa, then I'ma charge her for a ring\nMe and Pimp be ridin candy 'llac, that's a Cadillac my nigga, matter fact\nAnd I sold it to 'em, plus he had a track\nSo he grabbed the deck and then he added that\nThem boys was frontin like they had the stacks\nSo my nigga told me that they had the Jag\nI picked the phone up and I handled that\nThat's multi-jewelry, let 'em have it back\n(Hook) - repeat 'til fade","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Overstand Me\n  artist: Pimp C\n  album: Pimpalation [Bonus CD] Disc 1\n  duration_ms: 265638\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Hook: Pimp C)\n  Everybody rapping like they ballin and they rich\n  I see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit\n  Every-everybody rapping like they ballin and they rich\n  I see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit\n  Every-everybody rapping like they ballin and they rich\n  I see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit\n  If they diamonds ain't shinin and they rollin K steel\n  While I'm grippin on the grain, sippin lean, and poppin pills\n  Every...\n\n  (Pimp C over Hook)\n  Check one two, one two, bitch!\n  I see your lips quivering but I don't hear nothing!\n  Knalmtalkinbout!?\n  Man these niggaz is Mr. Magoo man\n  Uh!\n\n  (Pimp C)\n  Everybody wanna be on some \"Superfly\" shit (shit!)\n  But I'm the closest thang to Priest that you gon' see bitch!\n  I'ma pretty yellow nigga, keep my finger on the trigger (trigger!)\n  Y'all know the scope, Polo FUCK HILFIGER! (fuck Hilfiger!)\n  I see you niggaz on the slab, ya jewelry lookin funny (uh!)\n  Y'all ain't seeing no rap or no +Dirty Money+ (Dirty Money!)\n  I be in the streets lettin my nuts hang (hang!)\n  Boys wanna 'bang bang', nigga it ain't no main thang (main thang!)\n  Coward niggaz makin death threats (death threats!)\n  I leave ya pussy and ya chest wet (wet!)\n  I ride around in P.A. one deep in a Bentley (uh!)\n  Bitch if you 'bout it, come and fuck with me (fuck with me!)\n  But bitch you better bring an arsenal (uh!)\n  Because if you miss me you ain't gon' make it to the hospital! (bitch!)\n  And if ya hit me, they gon' kill ya family\n  Pussy nigga ain't gon' win, bitch do you overstand me?\n\n  (Hook)\n\n  (Trae)\n  Everybody actin like they ballin in this bitch\n  Until a nigga get up outta the drop and simply fallin on that Benz\n  83's, I'ma swang a swanger, with ice the price of a house\n  And I'm the truth, muthafuck the rest, look at this 30 in my mouth\n  You in the presence of a playa, keep yo' cool 'cause I might go off\n  When I hop out, suicide roaring Gators, fuckin yo' toes off\n  And I walk with a attitude like, \"Fuck them niggaz, they can't see me\"\n  I guess they love to ride my dick 'cause they watchin me like I'm TV\n  While these niggaz out here rapping and capping 'bout what they got\n  Or be the reason they get punched in the mouth and ran off the block\n  I ain't gotta say I'm ballin, bitch you see it on my wrist\n  Grippin grain, VVS on my fist and these haters pissed\n  They ice don't even shine like the watch that I got\n  Then again they never seen the size of the rocks that I got\n  Now getcha mind right, nigga you a simp\n  Real recognize trill, so I'm fuckin with the Piiimmmppp!\n\n  (Hook)\n\n  (Chamillionaire)\n  I ain't believing that... knalmtalkinbout, let's handle business baby!\n  Yeah... grippin on the grain (you know what it is!)\n  Geyeah!\n\n  You ain't the truth and I'm talkin to you, ya jewelry sho' actin funny\n  Get it appraised for less than me when I'm wearin no ice ya dummy!\n  Better not think ya thinkin of ballin 'cause ya showed up at Johnny\n  Wrappin them hundreds on top of ones like it's a whole bunch of money\n  My golds white and sunny, you equivalent with \"it depends\"\n  Whether or not you knows the seventy thousand dollar difference\n  Fix ya lens, getcha spend, ya game been up and still pretend\n  That ya spend, dividends, don't pretend that yo' whip's a Benz\n  You talkin 'bout they slang and even got no thang\n  Niggaz be talkin 'bout they swang and even got no swangs\n  Spent my broad, leave a complaint, I ain't gon' charge her to the game\n  Tellin that hoe to release a Visa, then I'ma charge her for a ring\n  Me and Pimp be ridin candy 'llac, that's a Cadillac my nigga, matter fact\n  And I sold it to 'em, plus he had a track\n  So he grabbed the deck and then he added that\n  Them boys was frontin like they had the stacks\n  So my nigga told me that they had the Jag\n  I picked the phone up and I handled that\n  That's multi-jewelry, let 'em have it back\n  (Hook) - repeat 'til fade\n"},{"id":38207633,"name":"Overstand Me","trackName":"Overstand Me","artistName":"Pimp C","albumName":"Pimpalation (Screwed)","duration":335.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Hook: Pimp C)\nEverybody rapping like they ballin and they rich\nI see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit\nEvery-everybody rapping like they ballin and they rich\nI see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit\nEvery-everybody rapping like they ballin and they rich\nI see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit\nIf they diamonds ain't shinin and they rollin K steel\nWhile I'm grippin on the grain, sippin lean, and poppin pills\nEvery...\n\n(Pimp C over Hook)\nCheck one two, one two, bitch!\nI see your lips quivering but I don't hear nothing!\nKnalmtalkinbout!?\nMan these niggaz is Mr. Magoo man\nUh!\n\n(Pimp C)\nEverybody wanna be on some \"Superfly\" shit (shit!)\nBut I'm the closest thang to Priest that you gon' see bitch!\nI'ma pretty yellow nigga, keep my finger on the trigger (trigger!)\nY'all know the scope, Polo FUCK HILFIGER! (fuck Hilfiger!)\nI see you niggaz on the slab, ya jewelry lookin funny (uh!)\nY'all ain't seeing no rap or no +Dirty Money+ (Dirty Money!)\nI be in the streets lettin my nuts hang (hang!)\nBoys wanna 'bang bang', nigga it ain't no main thang (main thang!)\nCoward niggaz makin death threats (death threats!)\nI leave ya pussy and ya chest wet (wet!)\nI ride around in P.A. one deep in a Bentley (uh!)\nBitch if you 'bout it, come and fuck with me (fuck with me!)\nBut bitch you better bring an arsenal (uh!)\nBecause if you miss me you ain't gon' make it to the hospital! (bitch!)\nAnd if ya hit me, they gon' kill ya family\nPussy nigga ain't gon' win, bitch do you overstand me?\n\n(Hook)\n\n(Trae)\nEverybody actin like they ballin in this bitch\nUntil a nigga get up outta the drop and simply fallin on that Benz\n83's, I'ma swang a swanger, with ice the price of a house\nAnd I'm the truth, muthafuck the rest, look at this 30 in my mouth\nYou in the presence of a playa, keep yo' cool 'cause I might go off\nWhen I hop out, suicide roaring Gators, fuckin yo' toes off\nAnd I walk with a attitude like, \"Fuck them niggaz, they can't see me\"\nI guess they love to ride my dick 'cause they watchin me like I'm TV\nWhile these niggaz out here rapping and capping 'bout what they got\nOr be the reason they get punched in the mouth and ran off the block\nI ain't gotta say I'm ballin, bitch you see it on my wrist\nGrippin grain, VVS on my fist and these haters pissed\nThey ice don't even shine like the watch that I got\nThen again they never seen the size of the rocks that I got\nNow getcha mind right, nigga you a simp\nReal recognize trill, so I'm fuckin with the Piiimmmppp!\n\n(Hook)\n\n(Chamillionaire)\nI ain't believing that... knalmtalkinbout, let's handle business baby!\nYeah... grippin on the grain (you know what it is!)\nGeyeah!\n\nYou ain't the truth and I'm talkin to you, ya jewelry sho' actin funny\nGet it appraised for less than me when I'm wearin no ice ya dummy!\nBetter not think ya thinkin of ballin 'cause ya showed up at Johnny\nWrappin them hundreds on top of ones like it's a whole bunch of money\nMy golds white and sunny, you equivalent with \"it depends\"\nWhether or not you knows the seventy thousand dollar difference\nFix ya lens, getcha spend, ya game been up and still pretend\nThat ya spend, dividends, don't pretend that yo' whip's a Benz\nYou talkin 'bout they slang and even got no thang\nNiggaz be talkin 'bout they swang and even got no swangs\nSpent my broad, leave a complaint, I ain't gon' charge her to the game\nTellin that hoe to release a Visa, then I'ma charge her for a ring\nMe and Pimp be ridin candy 'llac, that's a Cadillac my nigga, matter fact\nAnd I sold it to 'em, plus he had a track\nSo he grabbed the deck and then he added that\nThem boys was frontin like they had the stacks\nSo my nigga told me that they had the Jag\nI picked the phone up and I handled that\nThat's multi-jewelry, let 'em have it back\n(Hook) - repeat 'til fade","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Overstand Me\n  artist: Pimp C\n  album: Pimpalation (Screwed)\n  duration_ms: 335000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Hook: Pimp C)\n  Everybody rapping like they ballin and they rich\n  I see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit\n  Every-everybody rapping like they ballin and they rich\n  I see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit\n  Every-everybody rapping like they ballin and they rich\n  I see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit\n  If they diamonds ain't shinin and they rollin K steel\n  While I'm grippin on the grain, sippin lean, and poppin pills\n  Every...\n\n  (Pimp C over Hook)\n  Check one two, one two, bitch!\n  I see your lips quivering but I don't hear nothing!\n  Knalmtalkinbout!?\n  Man these niggaz is Mr. Magoo man\n  Uh!\n\n  (Pimp C)\n  Everybody wanna be on some \"Superfly\" shit (shit!)\n  But I'm the closest thang to Priest that you gon' see bitch!\n  I'ma pretty yellow nigga, keep my finger on the trigger (trigger!)\n  Y'all know the scope, Polo FUCK HILFIGER! (fuck Hilfiger!)\n  I see you niggaz on the slab, ya jewelry lookin funny (uh!)\n  Y'all ain't seeing no rap or no +Dirty Money+ (Dirty Money!)\n  I be in the streets lettin my nuts hang (hang!)\n  Boys wanna 'bang bang', nigga it ain't no main thang (main thang!)\n  Coward niggaz makin death threats (death threats!)\n  I leave ya pussy and ya chest wet (wet!)\n  I ride around in P.A. one deep in a Bentley (uh!)\n  Bitch if you 'bout it, come and fuck with me (fuck with me!)\n  But bitch you better bring an arsenal (uh!)\n  Because if you miss me you ain't gon' make it to the hospital! (bitch!)\n  And if ya hit me, they gon' kill ya family\n  Pussy nigga ain't gon' win, bitch do you overstand me?\n\n  (Hook)\n\n  (Trae)\n  Everybody actin like they ballin in this bitch\n  Until a nigga get up outta the drop and simply fallin on that Benz\n  83's, I'ma swang a swanger, with ice the price of a house\n  And I'm the truth, muthafuck the rest, look at this 30 in my mouth\n  You in the presence of a playa, keep yo' cool 'cause I might go off\n  When I hop out, suicide roaring Gators, fuckin yo' toes off\n  And I walk with a attitude like, \"Fuck them niggaz, they can't see me\"\n  I guess they love to ride my dick 'cause they watchin me like I'm TV\n  While these niggaz out here rapping and capping 'bout what they got\n  Or be the reason they get punched in the mouth and ran off the block\n  I ain't gotta say I'm ballin, bitch you see it on my wrist\n  Grippin grain, VVS on my fist and these haters pissed\n  They ice don't even shine like the watch that I got\n  Then again they never seen the size of the rocks that I got\n  Now getcha mind right, nigga you a simp\n  Real recognize trill, so I'm fuckin with the Piiimmmppp!\n\n  (Hook)\n\n  (Chamillionaire)\n  I ain't believing that... knalmtalkinbout, let's handle business baby!\n  Yeah... grippin on the grain (you know what it is!)\n  Geyeah!\n\n  You ain't the truth and I'm talkin to you, ya jewelry sho' actin funny\n  Get it appraised for less than me when I'm wearin no ice ya dummy!\n  Better not think ya thinkin of ballin 'cause ya showed up at Johnny\n  Wrappin them hundreds on top of ones like it's a whole bunch of money\n  My golds white and sunny, you equivalent with \"it depends\"\n  Whether or not you knows the seventy thousand dollar difference\n  Fix ya lens, getcha spend, ya game been up and still pretend\n  That ya spend, dividends, don't pretend that yo' whip's a Benz\n  You talkin 'bout they slang and even got no thang\n  Niggaz be talkin 'bout they swang and even got no swangs\n  Spent my broad, leave a complaint, I ain't gon' charge her to the game\n  Tellin that hoe to release a Visa, then I'ma charge her for a ring\n  Me and Pimp be ridin candy 'llac, that's a Cadillac my nigga, matter fact\n  And I sold it to 'em, plus he had a track\n  So he grabbed the deck and then he added that\n  Them boys was frontin like they had the stacks\n  So my nigga told me that they had the Jag\n  I picked the phone up and I handled that\n  That's multi-jewelry, let 'em have it back\n  (Hook) - repeat 'til fade\n"},{"id":31331318,"name":"Overstand Me (Screwed)","trackName":"Overstand Me (Screwed)","artistName":"Pimp C","albumName":"Pimpalation (Limited Edition)","duration":335.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Everybody rapping like they ballin\nAnd they rich i see 'em in the streets\nI ain't believing they shit\nEvery-everybody rapping like they ballin\nAnd they rich i see 'em in the streets\nI ain't believing they shit\nEvery-everybody rapping like they ballin\nAnd they rich i see 'em in the streets\nI ain't believing they shit\nIf they diamonds ain't shinin and\nThey rollin K steel\nWhile I'm grippin on the grain, sippin lean\nAnd poppin pills every\nCheck one two, one two, bitch!\nI see your lips quivering but\nI don't hear nothing! Knalmtalkinbout!?\nMan these niggas is Mr magoo man uh!\nEverybody wanna be on some \"Superfly\" shit\n(shit) but I'm the closest thang to Priest\nThat you gon' see bitch!\nI'mma pretty yellow nigga\nKeep my finger on the trigger (trigger)\nY'all know the score, Polo FUCK HILFIGER!\n(fuck Hilfiger)\nI see you niggas on the slab\nYa jewelry lookin funny (uh)\nY'all ain't seeing no rap\nOr no +Dirty Money+ (Dirty Money)\nI be in the streets lettin my nuts hang\n(hang) boys wanna 'bang bang'\nNigga it ain't no main thang (main thang)\nCoward niggas makin death threats\n(death threats)\nI leave ya pussy and ya chest wet (wet)\nI ride around in PA one deep in a Bentley\n(uh)\nBitch if you 'bout it, come and fuck with me\n(fuck with me)\nBut bitch you better bring an arsenal (uh)\nBecause if you miss me you ain't\nGon' make it to the hospital! (bitch)\nAnd if ya hit me, they gon' kill ya family\nPussy nigga ain't gon' win\nBitch do you overstand me?\nEverybody actin like they ballin\nIn this bitch\nUntil a nigga get up outta the drop\nAnd simply fallin on that Benz\n83's, I'mma swang a swanger\nWith ice the price of a house\nAnd I'm the truth, muthafuck the rest\nLook at this 30 in my mouth\nYou in the presence of a playa\nKeep yo' cool cause I might go off\nWhen I hop out, suicide roaring Gators\nFuckin yo' toes off\nAnd I walk with a attitude\nLike, \"Fuck them niggas\nThey can't see me\"\nI guess they love to ride my dick\nCause they watchin me like I'm TV\nWhile these niggas out here rapping and\nCapping 'bout what they got\nOr be the reason they get punched in\nThe mouth and ran off the block\nI ain't gotta say I'm ballin\nBitch you see it on my wrist grippin grain\nVVS on my fist and these haters pissed\nThey ice don't even shine like\nThe watch that I got\nThen again they never seen the size\nOf the rocks that I got\nNow getcha mind right, nigga you a simp\nReal recognize trill\nSo I'm fuckin with the Piiimmmppp!\nI ain't believing that knalmtalkinbout\nLet's handle business baby!\nYeah grippin on the grain\n(you know what it is) geyeah!\nYou ain't the truth and I'm talkin to you\nYa jewelry sho' actin funny\nGet it appraised for less than me when\nI'm wearin no ice ya dummy!\nBetter not think ya thinkin of ballin\nCause ya showed up at Johnny\nWrappin them hundreds on top of ones like\nIt's a whole bunch of money\nMy golds white and sunny\nYou equivalent with \"it depends\"\nWhether or not you knows the\nSeventy thousand dollar difference\nFix ya lens, getcha spend\nYa game been up and still pretend\nThat ya spend, dividends\nDon't pretend that yo' whip's a Benz\nYou talkin 'bout they slang and\nEven got no thang\nNiggas be talkin 'bout they swang\nAnd even got no swangs\nSpent my broad, leave a complaint\nI ain't gon' charge her to the game\nTellin that ho to release a Visa\nThen I'mma charge her for a ring\nMe and Pimp be ridin candy 'llac\nThat's a Cadillac my nigga, matter fact\nAnd I sold it to 'em, plus he had a track\nSo he grabbed the deck and then he added that\nThem boys was frontin like\nThey had the stacks\nSo my nigga told me that they had the Jag\nI picked the phone up and I handled that\nThat's multi-jewelry, let 'em have it back","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Overstand Me (Screwed)\n  artist: Pimp C\n  album: Pimpalation (Limited Edition)\n  duration_ms: 335000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Everybody rapping like they ballin\n  And they rich i see 'em in the streets\n  I ain't believing they shit\n  Every-everybody rapping like they ballin\n  And they rich i see 'em in the streets\n  I ain't believing they shit\n  Every-everybody rapping like they ballin\n  And they rich i see 'em in the streets\n  I ain't believing they shit\n  If they diamonds ain't shinin and\n  They rollin K steel\n  While I'm grippin on the grain, sippin lean\n  And poppin pills every\n  Check one two, one two, bitch!\n  I see your lips quivering but\n  I don't hear nothing! Knalmtalkinbout!?\n  Man these niggas is Mr magoo man uh!\n  Everybody wanna be on some \"Superfly\" shit\n  (shit) but I'm the closest thang to Priest\n  That you gon' see bitch!\n  I'mma pretty yellow nigga\n  Keep my finger on the trigger (trigger)\n  Y'all know the score, Polo FUCK HILFIGER!\n  (fuck Hilfiger)\n  I see you niggas on the slab\n  Ya jewelry lookin funny (uh)\n  Y'all ain't seeing no rap\n  Or no +Dirty Money+ (Dirty Money)\n  I be in the streets lettin my nuts hang\n  (hang) boys wanna 'bang bang'\n  Nigga it ain't no main thang (main thang)\n  Coward niggas makin death threats\n  (death threats)\n  I leave ya pussy and ya chest wet (wet)\n  I ride around in PA one deep in a Bentley\n  (uh)\n  Bitch if you 'bout it, come and fuck with me\n  (fuck with me)\n  But bitch you better bring an arsenal (uh)\n  Because if you miss me you ain't\n  Gon' make it to the hospital! (bitch)\n  And if ya hit me, they gon' kill ya family\n  Pussy nigga ain't gon' win\n  Bitch do you overstand me?\n  Everybody actin like they ballin\n  In this bitch\n  Until a nigga get up outta the drop\n  And simply fallin on that Benz\n  83's, I'mma swang a swanger\n  With ice the price of a house\n  And I'm the truth, muthafuck the rest\n  Look at this 30 in my mouth\n  You in the presence of a playa\n  Keep yo' cool cause I might go off\n  When I hop out, suicide roaring Gators\n  Fuckin yo' toes off\n  And I walk with a attitude\n  Like, \"Fuck them niggas\n  They can't see me\"\n  I guess they love to ride my dick\n  Cause they watchin me like I'm TV\n  While these niggas out here rapping and\n  Capping 'bout what they got\n  Or be the reason they get punched in\n  The mouth and ran off the block\n  I ain't gotta say I'm ballin\n  Bitch you see it on my wrist grippin grain\n  VVS on my fist and these haters pissed\n  They ice don't even shine like\n  The watch that I got\n  Then again they never seen the size\n  Of the rocks that I got\n  Now getcha mind right, nigga you a simp\n  Real recognize trill\n  So I'm fuckin with the Piiimmmppp!\n  I ain't believing that knalmtalkinbout\n  Let's handle business baby!\n  Yeah grippin on the grain\n  (you know what it is) geyeah!\n  You ain't the truth and I'm talkin to you\n  Ya jewelry sho' actin funny\n  Get it appraised for less than me when\n  I'm wearin no ice ya dummy!\n  Better not think ya thinkin of ballin\n  Cause ya showed up at Johnny\n  Wrappin them hundreds on top of ones like\n  It's a whole bunch of money\n  My golds white and sunny\n  You equivalent with \"it depends\"\n  Whether or not you knows the\n  Seventy thousand dollar difference\n  Fix ya lens, getcha spend\n  Ya game been up and still pretend\n  That ya spend, dividends\n  Don't pretend that yo' whip's a Benz\n  You talkin 'bout they slang and\n  Even got no thang\n  Niggas be talkin 'bout they swang\n  And even got no swangs\n  Spent my broad, leave a complaint\n  I ain't gon' charge her to the game\n  Tellin that ho to release a Visa\n  Then I'mma charge her for a ring\n  Me and Pimp be ridin candy 'llac\n  That's a Cadillac my nigga, matter fact\n  And I sold it to 'em, plus he had a track\n  So he grabbed the deck and then he added that\n  Them boys was frontin like\n  They had the stacks\n  So my nigga told me that they had the Jag\n  I picked the phone up and I handled that\n  That's multi-jewelry, let 'em have it back\n"},{"id":23992761,"name":"Overstand Me (Screwed)","trackName":"Overstand Me (Screwed)","artistName":"Pimp C","albumName":"Pimpalation (Screwed)","duration":334.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Everybody rapping like they ballin\nAnd they rich i see 'em in the streets\nI ain't believing they shit\nEvery-everybody rapping like they ballin\nAnd they rich i see 'em in the streets\nI ain't believing they shit\nEvery-everybody rapping like they ballin\nAnd they rich i see 'em in the streets\nI ain't believing they shit\nIf they diamonds ain't shinin and\nThey rollin K steel\nWhile I'm grippin on the grain, sippin lean\nAnd poppin pills every\nCheck one two, one two, bitch!\nI see your lips quivering but\nI don't hear nothing! Knalmtalkinbout!?\nMan these niggas is Mr magoo man uh!\nEverybody wanna be on some \"Superfly\" shit\n(shit) but I'm the closest thang to Priest\nThat you gon' see bitch!\nI'mma pretty yellow nigga\nKeep my finger on the trigger (trigger)\nY'all know the score, Polo FUCK HILFIGER!\n(fuck Hilfiger)\nI see you niggas on the slab\nYa jewelry lookin funny (uh)\nY'all ain't seeing no rap\nOr no +Dirty Money+ (Dirty Money)\nI be in the streets lettin my nuts hang\n(hang) boys wanna 'bang bang'\nNigga it ain't no main thang (main thang)\nCoward niggas makin death threats\n(death threats)\nI leave ya pussy and ya chest wet (wet)\nI ride around in PA one deep in a Bentley\n(uh)\nBitch if you 'bout it, come and fuck with me\n(fuck with me)\nBut bitch you better bring an arsenal (uh)\nBecause if you miss me you ain't\nGon' make it to the hospital! (bitch)\nAnd if ya hit me, they gon' kill ya family\nPussy nigga ain't gon' win\nBitch do you overstand me?\nEverybody actin like they ballin\nIn this bitch\nUntil a nigga get up outta the drop\nAnd simply fallin on that Benz\n83's, I'mma swang a swanger\nWith ice the price of a house\nAnd I'm the truth, muthafuck the rest\nLook at this 30 in my mouth\nYou in the presence of a playa\nKeep yo' cool cause I might go off\nWhen I hop out, suicide roaring Gators\nFuckin yo' toes off\nAnd I walk with a attitude\nLike, \"Fuck them niggas\nThey can't see me\"\nI guess they love to ride my dick\nCause they watchin me like I'm TV\nWhile these niggas out here rapping and\nCapping 'bout what they got\nOr be the reason they get punched in\nThe mouth and ran off the block\nI ain't gotta say I'm ballin\nBitch you see it on my wrist grippin grain\nVVS on my fist and these haters pissed\nThey ice don't even shine like\nThe watch that I got\nThen again they never seen the size\nOf the rocks that I got\nNow getcha mind right, nigga you a simp\nReal recognize trill\nSo I'm fuckin with the Piiimmmppp!\nI ain't believing that knalmtalkinbout\nLet's handle business baby!\nYeah grippin on the grain\n(you know what it is) geyeah!\nYou ain't the truth and I'm talkin to you\nYa jewelry sho' actin funny\nGet it appraised for less than me when\nI'm wearin no ice ya dummy!\nBetter not think ya thinkin of ballin\nCause ya showed up at Johnny\nWrappin them hundreds on top of ones like\nIt's a whole bunch of money\nMy golds white and sunny\nYou equivalent with \"it depends\"\nWhether or not you knows the\nSeventy thousand dollar difference\nFix ya lens, getcha spend\nYa game been up and still pretend\nThat ya spend, dividends\nDon't pretend that yo' whip's a Benz\nYou talkin 'bout they slang and\nEven got no thang\nNiggas be talkin 'bout they swang\nAnd even got no swangs\nSpent my broad, leave a complaint\nI ain't gon' charge her to the game\nTellin that ho to release a Visa\nThen I'mma charge her for a ring\nMe and Pimp be ridin candy 'llac\nThat's a Cadillac my nigga, matter fact\nAnd I sold it to 'em, plus he had a track\nSo he grabbed the deck and then he added that\nThem boys was frontin like\nThey had the stacks\nSo my nigga told me that they had the Jag\nI picked the phone up and I handled that\nThat's multi-jewelry, let 'em have it back","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Overstand Me (Screwed)\n  artist: Pimp C\n  album: Pimpalation (Screwed)\n  duration_ms: 334000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Everybody rapping like they ballin\n  And they rich i see 'em in the streets\n  I ain't believing they shit\n  Every-everybody rapping like they ballin\n  And they rich i see 'em in the streets\n  I ain't believing they shit\n  Every-everybody rapping like they ballin\n  And they rich i see 'em in the streets\n  I ain't believing they shit\n  If they diamonds ain't shinin and\n  They rollin K steel\n  While I'm grippin on the grain, sippin lean\n  And poppin pills every\n  Check one two, one two, bitch!\n  I see your lips quivering but\n  I don't hear nothing! Knalmtalkinbout!?\n  Man these niggas is Mr magoo man uh!\n  Everybody wanna be on some \"Superfly\" shit\n  (shit) but I'm the closest thang to Priest\n  That you gon' see bitch!\n  I'mma pretty yellow nigga\n  Keep my finger on the trigger (trigger)\n  Y'all know the score, Polo FUCK HILFIGER!\n  (fuck Hilfiger)\n  I see you niggas on the slab\n  Ya jewelry lookin funny (uh)\n  Y'all ain't seeing no rap\n  Or no +Dirty Money+ (Dirty Money)\n  I be in the streets lettin my nuts hang\n  (hang) boys wanna 'bang bang'\n  Nigga it ain't no main thang (main thang)\n  Coward niggas makin death threats\n  (death threats)\n  I leave ya pussy and ya chest wet (wet)\n  I ride around in PA one deep in a Bentley\n  (uh)\n  Bitch if you 'bout it, come and fuck with me\n  (fuck with me)\n  But bitch you better bring an arsenal (uh)\n  Because if you miss me you ain't\n  Gon' make it to the hospital! (bitch)\n  And if ya hit me, they gon' kill ya family\n  Pussy nigga ain't gon' win\n  Bitch do you overstand me?\n  Everybody actin like they ballin\n  In this bitch\n  Until a nigga get up outta the drop\n  And simply fallin on that Benz\n  83's, I'mma swang a swanger\n  With ice the price of a house\n  And I'm the truth, muthafuck the rest\n  Look at this 30 in my mouth\n  You in the presence of a playa\n  Keep yo' cool cause I might go off\n  When I hop out, suicide roaring Gators\n  Fuckin yo' toes off\n  And I walk with a attitude\n  Like, \"Fuck them niggas\n  They can't see me\"\n  I guess they love to ride my dick\n  Cause they watchin me like I'm TV\n  While these niggas out here rapping and\n  Capping 'bout what they got\n  Or be the reason they get punched in\n  The mouth and ran off the block\n  I ain't gotta say I'm ballin\n  Bitch you see it on my wrist grippin grain\n  VVS on my fist and these haters pissed\n  They ice don't even shine like\n  The watch that I got\n  Then again they never seen the size\n  Of the rocks that I got\n  Now getcha mind right, nigga you a simp\n  Real recognize trill\n  So I'm fuckin with the Piiimmmppp!\n  I ain't believing that knalmtalkinbout\n  Let's handle business baby!\n  Yeah grippin on the grain\n  (you know what it is) geyeah!\n  You ain't the truth and I'm talkin to you\n  Ya jewelry sho' actin funny\n  Get it appraised for less than me when\n  I'm wearin no ice ya dummy!\n  Better not think ya thinkin of ballin\n  Cause ya showed up at Johnny\n  Wrappin them hundreds on top of ones like\n  It's a whole bunch of money\n  My golds white and sunny\n  You equivalent with \"it depends\"\n  Whether or not you knows the\n  Seventy thousand dollar difference\n  Fix ya lens, getcha spend\n  Ya game been up and still pretend\n  That ya spend, dividends\n  Don't pretend that yo' whip's a Benz\n  You talkin 'bout they slang and\n  Even got no thang\n  Niggas be talkin 'bout they swang\n  And even got no swangs\n  Spent 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we ridin' candy 'Lac\n  start_ms: 291770\n  end_ms: 293800\n- text: That's a Cadillac, my nigga, matter fact\n  start_ms: 293800\n  end_ms: 295690\n- text: Gotta show that to him plus he had to try\n  start_ms: 295690\n  end_ms: 297450\n- text: So he grabbed the gat and then he added more\n  start_ms: 297450\n  end_ms: 299480\n- text: Boys frontin' like they had the stacks\n  start_ms: 299480\n  end_ms: 301090\n- text: So my nigga told me that they had to jack\n  start_ms: 301090\n  end_ms: 302850\n- text: I picked the phone up and I handled that\n  start_ms: 302850\n  end_ms: 304640\n- text: That's monkey jewelry that I'm havin', bitch\n  start_ms: 304640\n  end_ms: 306340\n- text: Everybody rappin' like they ballin' in this bitch\n  start_ms: 306340\n  end_ms: 309850\n- text: See 'em, see 'em in the streets, I ain't believin' that shit\n  start_ms: 309850\n  end_ms: 313540\n- text: Everybody rappin' like they ballin' in this bitch\n  start_ms: 313540\n  end_ms: 317080\n- text: See 'em, see 'em in the streets, I ain't believin' that shit\n  start_ms: 317080\n  end_ms: 320740\n- text: Everybody rappin' like they ballin' in this bitch\n  start_ms: 320740\n  end_ms: 324610\n- text: See 'em, see 'em in the streets, I ain't believin' that shit\n  start_ms: 324610\n  end_ms: 327870\n- text: These diamonds, diamonds, got it, got it, Rollie, Rollie, real, real\n  start_ms: 327870\n  end_ms: 333320\n- text: Rippin', rippin', Wayne, Wayne, even\n  start_ms: 333320\n  end_ms: 334820\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 334820\nplain: |-\n  Everybody rappin' like they ballin' in this bitch\n  See 'em, see 'em in the streets, I ain't believin' that shit\n  Everybody rappin' like they ballin' in this bitch\n  See 'em, see 'em in the streets, I ain't believin' that shit\n  Everybody rappin' like they ballin' in this bitch\n  See 'em, see 'em in the streets, I ain't believin' that shit\n  These diamonds, diamonds, got it, got it, Rollie, Rollie, real, real\n  Rippin', rippin', Wayne, Wayne, even\n\n  Everybody wanna be on some super fly shit\n  But I'm the closest thing to preach that you gon' see, bitch\n  Everybody wanna be on some super fly shit\n  But I'm the closest thing to preach that you gon' see, bitch\n  Everybody wanna be on some super fly shit\n  I'm the, I'm the closest thing to preach that you gon' see, bitch\n  Pretty, pretty niggas, niggas finger, finger on the trigger\n  Y'all, y'all know the score, Polo, fuck yeah, bigger\n\n  I see you niggas on the slab, your jewelry lookin' funny\n  Y'all ain't seein' no rap or no dirty money\n  I be, I be in the street lettin' my nuts hang\n  Boys wanna bang, bang, nigga, it ain't no thang, thang\n  I be in the street lettin' my nuts hang\n  Boys wanna bang, bang, nigga, it ain't no thang, thang\n\n  I be in the street lettin' my nuts hang\n  Boys wanna bang, bang, nigga, it ain't no thang, thang\n  Coward niggas makin' death threats\n  I leave your pussy and your chest wet\n  Coward, coward niggas makin' death threats\n\n  I leave your pussy and your chest wet\n  Coward, coward niggas makin' death threats\n\n  I leave your pussy and your chest wet\n  I ride around in PA one deep in a Bentley\n  If you, if you 'bout it, then fuck, fuck with me\n  But bitch, you better bring an arsenal\n  'Cause if you, if you ain't gon' make it to the hospital\n\n  And if you hit me, they gon' kill your family\n  Pussy nigga ain't gon' win, bitch, do you overstand me?\n\n  Everybody rappin' like they ballin' in this bitch\n  See 'em, see 'em in the streets, I ain't believin' that shit\n  Everybody rappin' like they ballin' in this bitch\n  See 'em, see 'em in the streets, I ain't believin' that shit\n  Everybody rappin' like they ballin' in this bitch\n  See 'em, see 'em in the streets, I ain't believin' that shit\n  These diamonds, diamonds, got it, got it, Rollie, Rollie, real, real\n  Rippin', rippin', Wayne, Wayne, even\n\n  Everybody actin' like they ballin' in this bitch\n  'Til a nigga get up out of the drop\n  With somethin' fallin' on that bitch\n\n  Everybody actin' like they ballin' in this bitch\n  'Til a nigga get up out of the drop\n  With somethin' fallin' on that bitch\n\n  Everybody actin' like they ballin' in this bitch\n  'Til a nigga get up out of the drop\n  With somethin' fallin' on that bitch\n  '83, I'm a swanger swagger with ice the price of a house\n  And I'm the truth, motherfuck the rest\n  Look at this thirty in my mouth\n\n  You in the presence of a player, keep your cool 'cause I might go off\n  When I hop out suicide, Maury Gators fuckin' your toes off\n  And I walk with an attitude like fuck them niggas, they can't see me\n  I guess they love to ride my dick 'cause they watchin' me like I'm TV\n  While these niggas out here rappin' and cappin' 'bout what they got\n  I'll be the reason they get pushed in a market, ran off the block\n\n  I ain't gotta say I'm ballin', bitch, you see it on my wrist\n  Grippin' grain VVS on my fist and these haters pissed\n  They ice don't even shine like the watch that I got\n\n  Better yet, they never seen the size of the rocks that I got\n  Now get your mind right, nigga, you a simp\n  Real recognize real, so I'm fuckin' with the pimp\n\n  Everybody rappin' like they ballin' in this bitch\n  See 'em, see 'em in the streets, I ain't believin' that shit\n  Everybody rappin' like they ballin' in this bitch\n  See 'em, see 'em in the streets, I ain't believin' that shit\n  Everybody rappin' like they ballin' in this bitch\n  See 'em, see 'em in the streets, I ain't believin' that shit\n  These diamonds, diamonds, got it, got it, Rollie, Rollie, real, real\n  Rippin', rippin', Wayne, Wayne, even\n\n  What you do when I'm talkin' to you? Your jewelry sure ain't funny\n  Gettin' appraised for less than me when I'm wearin' no ice, you dummy\n  Better not think you're blingin' or ballin'\n\n  'Cause you showed up at Johnny's\n  Rappin' them hunnids on top of ones like it's a whole bunch of money\n  My gold's white and sunny, are you equivalent? Well, it depends\n  Whether or not you notice the seventy thousand dollar difference\n  Picture, picture, picture, picture, then\n  Game, then game, different, different\n  That's it, that's it, different, different\n  Different whips, different whips\n\n  Talkin' about, talkin' about they slangin', ain't even got no thang\n  Niggas be talkin' about they swangin', ain't even got no swang\n  Bet my broad leave a complaint, I ain't gon' charge it to the gang\n  Tellin' that ho to release her Visa, then I'ma charge it for a ring\n  Me and Pimp, me and Pimp, we ridin' candy 'Lac\n  That's a Cadillac, my nigga, matter fact\n  Gotta show that to him plus he had to try\n  So he grabbed the gat and then he added more\n\n  Boys frontin' like they had the stacks\n  So my nigga told me that they had to jack\n  I picked the phone up and I handled that\n  That's monkey jewelry that I'm havin', bitch\n\n  Everybody rappin' like they ballin' in this bitch\n  See 'em, see 'em in the streets, I ain't believin' that shit\n  Everybody rappin' like they ballin' in this bitch\n  See 'em, see 'em in the streets, I ain't believin' that shit\n  Everybody rappin' like they ballin' in this bitch\n  See 'em, see 'em in the streets, I ain't believin' that shit\n  These diamonds, diamonds, got it, got it, Rollie, Rollie, real, real\n  Rippin', rippin', Wayne, Wayne, even\n"},{"id":38135781,"name":"Overstand Me (feat. 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Your jewelry sure ain't funny\nGettin' appraised for less than me when I'm wearin' no ice, you dummy\nBetter not think you're blingin' or ballin'\n\n'Cause you showed up at Johnny's\nRappin' them hunnids on top of ones like it's a whole bunch of money\nMy gold's white and sunny, are you equivalent? Well, it depends\nWhether or not you notice the seventy thousand dollar difference\nPicture, picture, picture, picture, then\nGame, then game, different, different\nThat's it, that's it, different, different\nDifferent whips, different whips\n\nTalkin' about, talkin' about they slangin', ain't even got no thang\nNiggas be talkin' about they swangin', ain't even got no swang\nBet my broad leave a complaint, I ain't gon' charge it to the gang\nTellin' that ho to release her Visa, then I'ma charge it for a ring\nMe and Pimp, me and Pimp, we ridin' candy 'Lac\nThat's a Cadillac, my nigga, matter fact\nGotta show that to him plus he had to try\nSo he grabbed the gat and then he added more\n\nBoys frontin' like they had the stacks\nSo my nigga told me that they had to jack\nI picked the phone up and I handled that\nThat's monkey jewelry that I'm havin', bitch\n\nEverybody rappin' like they ballin' in this bitch\nSee 'em, see 'em in the streets, I ain't believin' that shit\nEverybody rappin' like they ballin' in this bitch\nSee 'em, see 'em in the streets, I ain't believin' that shit\nEverybody rappin' like they ballin' in this bitch\nSee 'em, see 'em in the streets, I ain't believin' that shit\nThese diamonds, diamonds, got it, got it, Rollie, Rollie, real, real\nRippin', rippin', Wayne, Wayne, even","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Overstand Me (feat. Chamillionaire & Trae)\n  artist: Pimp C\n  album: Pimpalation\n  duration_ms: 266000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Everybody rappin' like they ballin' in this bitch\n  See 'em, see 'em in the streets, I ain't believin' that shit\n  Everybody rappin' like they ballin' in this bitch\n  See 'em, see 'em in the streets, I ain't believin' that shit\n  Everybody rappin' like they ballin' in this bitch\n  See 'em, see 'em in the streets, I ain't believin' that shit\n  These diamonds, diamonds, got it, got it, Rollie, Rollie, real, real\n  Rippin', rippin', Wayne, Wayne, even\n\n  Everybody wanna be on some super fly shit\n  But I'm the closest thing to preach that you gon' see, bitch\n  Everybody wanna be on some super fly shit\n  But I'm the closest thing to preach that you gon' see, bitch\n  Everybody wanna be on some super fly shit\n  I'm the, I'm the closest thing to preach that you gon' see, bitch\n  Pretty, pretty niggas, niggas finger, finger on the trigger\n  Y'all, y'all know the score, Polo, fuck yeah, bigger\n\n  I see you niggas on the slab, your jewelry lookin' funny\n  Y'all ain't seein' no rap or no dirty money\n  I be, I be in the street lettin' my nuts hang\n  Boys wanna bang, bang, nigga, it ain't no thang, thang\n  I be in the street lettin' my nuts hang\n  Boys wanna bang, bang, nigga, it ain't no thang, thang\n\n  I be in the street lettin' my nuts hang\n  Boys wanna bang, bang, nigga, it ain't no thang, thang\n  Coward niggas makin' death threats\n  I leave your pussy and your chest wet\n  Coward, coward niggas makin' death threats\n\n  I leave your pussy and your chest wet\n  Coward, coward niggas makin' death threats\n\n  I leave your pussy and your chest wet\n  I ride around in PA one deep in a Bentley\n  If you, if you 'bout it, then fuck, fuck with me\n  But bitch, you better bring an arsenal\n  'Cause if you, if you ain't gon' make it to the hospital\n\n  And if you hit me, they gon' kill your family\n  Pussy nigga ain't gon' win, bitch, do you overstand me?\n\n  Everybody rappin' like they ballin' in this bitch\n  See 'em, see 'em in the streets, I ain't believin' that shit\n  Everybody rappin' like they ballin' in this bitch\n  See 'em, see 'em in the streets, I ain't believin' that shit\n  Everybody rappin' like they ballin' in this bitch\n  See 'em, see 'em in the streets, I ain't believin' that shit\n  These diamonds, diamonds, got it, got it, Rollie, Rollie, real, real\n  Rippin', rippin', Wayne, Wayne, even\n\n  Everybody actin' like they ballin' in this bitch\n  'Til a nigga get up out of the drop\n  With somethin' fallin' on that bitch\n\n  Everybody actin' like they ballin' in this bitch\n  'Til a nigga get up out of the drop\n  With somethin' fallin' on that bitch\n\n  Everybody actin' like they ballin' in this bitch\n  'Til a nigga get up out of the drop\n  With somethin' fallin' on that bitch\n  '83, I'm a swanger swagger with ice the price of a house\n  And I'm the truth, motherfuck the rest\n  Look at this thirty in my mouth\n\n  You in the presence of a player, keep your cool 'cause I might go off\n  When I hop out suicide, Maury Gators fuckin' your toes off\n  And I walk with an attitude like fuck them niggas, they can't see me\n  I guess they love to ride my dick 'cause they watchin' me like I'm TV\n  While these niggas out here rappin' and cappin' 'bout what they got\n  I'll be the reason they get pushed in a market, ran off the block\n\n  I ain't gotta say I'm ballin', bitch, you see it on my wrist\n  Grippin' grain VVS on my fist and these haters pissed\n  They ice don't even shine like the watch that I got\n\n  Better yet, they never seen the size of the rocks that I got\n  Now get your mind right, nigga, you a simp\n  Real recognize real, so I'm fuckin' with the pimp\n\n  Everybody rappin' like they ballin' in this bitch\n  See 'em, see 'em in the streets, I ain't believin' that shit\n  Everybody rappin' like they ballin' in this bitch\n  See 'em, see 'em in the streets, I ain't believin' that shit\n  Everybody rappin' like they ballin' in this bitch\n  See 'em, see 'em in the streets, I ain't believin' that shit\n  These diamonds, diamonds, got it, got it, Rollie, Rollie, real, real\n  Rippin', rippin', Wayne, Wayne, even\n\n  What you do when I'm talkin' to you? Your jewelry sure ain't funny\n  Gettin' appraised for less than me when I'm wearin' no ice, you dummy\n  Better not think you're blingin' or ballin'\n\n  'Cause you showed up at Johnny's\n  Rappin' them hunnids on top of ones like it's a whole bunch of money\n  My gold's white and sunny, are you equivalent? Well, it depends\n  Whether or not you notice the seventy thousand dollar difference\n  Picture, picture, picture, picture, then\n  Game, then game, different, different\n  That's it, that's it, different, different\n  Different whips, different whips\n\n  Talkin' about, talkin' about they slangin', ain't even got no thang\n  Niggas be talkin' about they swangin', ain't even got no swang\n  Bet my broad leave a complaint, I ain't gon' charge it to the gang\n  Tellin' that ho to release her Visa, then I'ma charge it for a ring\n  Me and Pimp, me and Pimp, we ridin' candy 'Lac\n  That's a Cadillac, my nigga, matter fact\n  Gotta show that to him plus he had to try\n  So he grabbed the gat and then he added more\n\n  Boys frontin' like they had the stacks\n  So my nigga told me that they had to jack\n  I picked the phone up and I handled that\n  That's monkey jewelry that I'm havin', bitch\n\n  Everybody rappin' like they ballin' in this bitch\n  See 'em, see 'em in the streets, I ain't believin' that shit\n  Everybody rappin' like they ballin' in this bitch\n  See 'em, see 'em in the streets, I ain't believin' that shit\n  Everybody rappin' like they ballin' in this bitch\n  See 'em, see 'em in the streets, I ain't believin' that shit\n  These diamonds, diamonds, got it, got it, Rollie, Rollie, real, real\n  Rippin', rippin', Wayne, Wayne, even\n"},{"id":11003644,"name":"Overstand Me","trackName":"Overstand Me","artistName":"Pimp C feat. Trae & Chamillionaire","albumName":"Pimpalation","duration":266.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Hook: Pimp C)\nEverybody rapping like they ballin and they rich\nI see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit\nEvery-everybody rapping like they ballin and they rich\nI see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit\nEvery-everybody rapping like they ballin and they rich\nI see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit\nIf they diamonds ain't shinin and they rollin K steel\nWhile I'm grippin on the grain, sippin lean, and poppin pills\nEvery...\n\n(Pimp C over Hook)\nCheck one two, one two, bitch!\nI see your lips quivering but I don't hear nothing!\nKnalmtalkinbout!?\nMan these niggaz is Mr. Magoo man\nUh!\n\n(Pimp C)\nEverybody wanna be on some \"Superfly\" shit (shit!)\nBut I'm the closest thang to Priest that you gon' see bitch!\nI'ma pretty yellow nigga, keep my finger on the trigger (trigger!)\nY'all know the scope, Polo FUCK HILFIGER! (fuck Hilfiger!)\nI see you niggaz on the slab, ya jewelry lookin funny (uh!)\nY'all ain't seeing no rap or no +Dirty Money+ (Dirty Money!)\nI be in the streets lettin my nuts hang (hang!)\nBoys wanna 'bang bang', nigga it ain't no main thang (main thang!)\nCoward niggaz makin death threats (death threats!)\nI leave ya pussy and ya chest wet (wet!)\nI ride around in P.A. one deep in a Bentley (uh!)\nBitch if you 'bout it, come and fuck with me (fuck with me!)\nBut bitch you better bring an arsenal (uh!)\nBecause if you miss me you ain't gon' make it to the hospital! (bitch!)\nAnd if ya hit me, they gon' kill ya family\nPussy nigga ain't gon' win, bitch do you overstand me?\n\n(Hook)\n\n(Trae)\nEverybody actin like they ballin in this bitch\nUntil a nigga get up outta the drop and simply fallin on that Benz\n83's, I'ma swang a swanger, with ice the price of a house\nAnd I'm the truth, muthafuck the rest, look at this 30 in my mouth\nYou in the presence of a playa, keep yo' cool 'cause I might go off\nWhen I hop out, suicide roaring Gators, fuckin yo' toes off\nAnd I walk with a attitude like, \"Fuck them niggaz, they can't see me\"\nI guess they love to ride my dick 'cause they watchin me like I'm TV\nWhile these niggaz out here rapping and capping 'bout what they got\nor be the reason they get punched in the mouth and ran off the block\nI ain't gotta say I'm ballin, bitch you see it on my wrist\nGrippin grain, VVS on my fist and these haters pissed\nThey ice don't even shine like the watch that I got\nThen again they never seen the size of the rocks that I got\nNow getcha mind right, nigga you a simp\nReal recognize trill, so I'm fuckin with the Piiimmmppp!\n\n(Hook)\n\n(Chamillionaire)\nI ain't believing that... knalmtalkinbout, let's handle business baby!\nYeah... grippin on the grain (you know what it is!)\nGeyeah!\n\nYou ain't the truth and I'm talkin to you, ya jewelry sho' actin funny\nGet it appraised for less than me when I'm wearin no ice ya dummy!\nBetter not think ya thinkin of ballin 'cause ya showed up at Johnny\nWrappin them hundreds on top of ones like it's a whole bunch of money\nMy golds white and sunny, you equivalent with \"it depends\"\nWhether or not you knows the seventy thousand dollar difference\nFix ya lens, getcha spend, ya game been up and still pretend\nthat ya spend, dividends, don't pretend that yo' whip's a Benz\nYou talkin 'bout they slang and even got no thang\nNiggaz be talkin 'bout they swang and even got no swangs\nSpent my broad, leave a complaint, I ain't gon' charge her to the game\nTellin that hoe to release a Visa, then I'ma charge her for a ring\nMe and Pimp be ridin candy 'llac, that's a Cadillac my nigga, matter fact\nAnd I sold it to 'em, plus he had a track\nSo he grabbed the deck and then he added that\nThem boys was frontin like they had the stacks\nSo my nigga told me that they had the Jag\nI picked the phone up and I handled that\nThat's multi-jewelry, let 'em have it back\n(Hook) - repeat 'til fade","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Overstand Me\n  artist: Pimp C feat. Trae & Chamillionaire\n  album: Pimpalation\n  duration_ms: 266000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Hook: Pimp C)\n  Everybody rapping like they ballin and they rich\n  I see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit\n  Every-everybody rapping like they ballin and they rich\n  I see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit\n  Every-everybody rapping like they ballin and they rich\n  I see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit\n  If they diamonds ain't shinin and they rollin K steel\n  While I'm grippin on the grain, sippin lean, and poppin pills\n  Every...\n\n  (Pimp C over Hook)\n  Check one two, one two, bitch!\n  I see your lips quivering but I don't hear nothing!\n  Knalmtalkinbout!?\n  Man these niggaz is Mr. Magoo man\n  Uh!\n\n  (Pimp C)\n  Everybody wanna be on some \"Superfly\" shit (shit!)\n  But I'm the closest thang to Priest that you gon' see bitch!\n  I'ma pretty yellow nigga, keep my finger on the trigger (trigger!)\n  Y'all know the scope, Polo FUCK HILFIGER! (fuck Hilfiger!)\n  I see you niggaz on the slab, ya jewelry lookin funny (uh!)\n  Y'all ain't seeing no rap or no +Dirty Money+ (Dirty Money!)\n  I be in the streets lettin my nuts hang (hang!)\n  Boys wanna 'bang bang', nigga it ain't no main thang (main thang!)\n  Coward niggaz makin death threats (death threats!)\n  I leave ya pussy and ya chest wet (wet!)\n  I ride around in P.A. one deep in a Bentley (uh!)\n  Bitch if you 'bout it, come and fuck with me (fuck with me!)\n  But bitch you better bring an arsenal (uh!)\n  Because if you miss me you ain't gon' make it to the hospital! (bitch!)\n  And if ya hit me, they gon' kill ya family\n  Pussy nigga ain't gon' win, bitch do you overstand me?\n\n  (Hook)\n\n  (Trae)\n  Everybody actin like they ballin in this bitch\n  Until a nigga get up outta the drop and simply fallin on that Benz\n  83's, I'ma swang a swanger, with ice the price of a house\n  And I'm the truth, muthafuck the rest, look at this 30 in my mouth\n  You in the presence of a playa, keep yo' cool 'cause I might go off\n  When I hop out, suicide roaring Gators, fuckin yo' toes off\n  And I walk with a attitude like, \"Fuck them niggaz, they can't see me\"\n  I guess they love to ride my dick 'cause they watchin me like I'm TV\n  While these niggaz out here rapping and capping 'bout what they got\n  or be the reason they get punched in the mouth and ran off the block\n  I ain't gotta say I'm ballin, bitch you see it on my wrist\n  Grippin grain, VVS on my fist and these haters pissed\n  They ice don't even shine like the watch that I got\n  Then again they never seen the size of the rocks that I got\n  Now getcha mind right, nigga you a simp\n  Real recognize trill, so I'm fuckin with the Piiimmmppp!\n\n  (Hook)\n\n  (Chamillionaire)\n  I ain't believing that... knalmtalkinbout, let's handle business baby!\n  Yeah... grippin on the grain (you know what it is!)\n  Geyeah!\n\n  You ain't the truth and I'm talkin to you, ya jewelry sho' actin funny\n  Get it appraised for less than me when I'm wearin no ice ya dummy!\n  Better not think ya thinkin of ballin 'cause ya showed up at Johnny\n  Wrappin them hundreds on top of ones like it's a whole bunch of money\n  My golds white and sunny, you equivalent with \"it depends\"\n  Whether or not you knows the seventy thousand dollar difference\n  Fix ya lens, getcha spend, ya game been up and still pretend\n  that ya spend, dividends, don't pretend that yo' whip's a Benz\n  You talkin 'bout they slang and even got no thang\n  Niggaz be talkin 'bout they swang and even got no swangs\n  Spent my broad, leave a complaint, I ain't gon' charge her to the game\n  Tellin that hoe to release a Visa, then I'ma charge her for a ring\n  Me and Pimp be ridin candy 'llac, that's a Cadillac my nigga, matter fact\n  And I sold it to 'em, plus he had a track\n  So he grabbed the deck and then he added that\n  Them boys was frontin like they had the stacks\n  So my nigga told me that they had the Jag\n  I picked the phone up and I handled that\n  That's multi-jewelry, let 'em have it back\n  (Hook) - repeat 'til fade\n"}]