[{"id":11055918,"name":"I Know You See It [Prod. By Big Los]","trackName":"I Know You See It [Prod. By Big Los]","artistName":"Pouya","albumName":"Pouya - South Side Slugs","duration":373.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Smokin' thrax, high as fuck\nYeah I know you see it\nCouple thotties round me\nEuro bitch, I know you see it\nSkkkrt'n off, foreign whip\nI know you see it\nDrank about a half a pint\nWylin out, I know you see it\nSee me juggin', what you juggin'\nGot me bandin' out\nGoofy opp, 30 clip, then its man down\nAll this lean dopey dope, got me spazzin' out\nIn the bando doin' numbers, worth some figures now\n\nMy bitch be riding shotty that's that Kurt Cobain\nIf that bitch be actin up\nI'm bout to catch a case\nI'm juggin' out my foreign\nThat's the BM-Doub\nI just got that work\nI'm bout to double up\nI'm running this shit like I'm duckin' the cops\nYou know that Mikey don't fuck with the opps\nYou shakin' too much, bitch you Michael J. Fox\nThrow a bone to a bitch\nMake em lick them chops\nMichael Vick, bitch I came up in the dog pound\nBreakin' rubber bands cause a player bout to pop out\nRubber band popper, bout it like I'm Silkk The Shocker\nHold the chopper with the Hummer\nGot my money in the washer, clean it up\nMy main bitch do the dishes\nI know you seen the gangsters hoppin' out the Expedition bitch\n\nAye, aye\nLets go\nNothing was the same when I was 17\nI would take a giant huff, just like aubrey\nInky and Blinky pull up, get ghost\nThat's red and blue lights in Pacman of Atari\nWhat would you do if you felt that most of these niggas was lying just to be king\nThen when it's yo turn to be a young Simba\nThey wanna play Scar in the ring\nFuck all that Hakuna Matata\nAnd peace for the stronger\nI'll blueprint the game like I'm Shawn Corey Carter\nThat means I'm o-u-t\nBut dead fucking presidents represent me\nMe and my ninjas are smoking on Donatello\nEverything's moving in turtle time\nBut that's an inception of what you can dream\nWhen you elevated and extending your mind\nSo if a nigga wanna play games\nI'll treat this shit like Smash Bros\nHit his ass with the C right arrow\nA, samus with a flame throw\nIn the pot is that sugar and spice with everything nice\nSo I'm taking the powerpuff\nMy eyes will be blossom when inside the bubble you know I'm in love with that buttercup nigga\n\nAll alone in the dark thinkin' bout fetti\nPockets all flat like no bubbles in the Remy\nTalkin' semi incase a nigga wanna act out\nBlow his back out like he [?] Lewinsky\nClock tickin', talkin' shit to my old ho\nGettin' deep throat, smokin' dope in my dojo\nEverything spinnin' as I take a push up the street\n80 ounces deep, drunk swervin' cussin' at police\nRidin' round town in a stolen Lamborghini\nMy bitch ass is fat and she look like Tahiri\nSippin' on Henny, I'm loose off the Bourbon\nI'm swervin' Suburbans I might leave you worthless\nI'm Beer Can Dan off of two xans\nIn a wasted daze, wastin days\nBroad day with the K\nI'm out the window like I'm James Earl\nIt's lit\nSandbox syndacate\nQuick to Columbine some shit\nI'm pullin' up & strapped up\n[?] with my bottom bitch\nMan I love my bottom bitch\nCrack wack well that's in my backpack\nCracka bitch lookin' like Kat Stacks\nFufu opp talking down\nMoney on your head like a game of black jack\n\nYou ain't talkin' no college boo, then this conversation ain't with you\nIt's A & B\nC your bitch ass out\nBefore I put the D in your sister\nYou can lick the tip but no picture\nI'll put that pussy on Insta\nIma hustler baby\nSo I'm even accepting them nickles\nPennies and all\nWon't see me they dropping they drawls\nYou snitch and get teared up like Jaws\nGet down to the river, we droppin' you off","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Know You See It [Prod. By Big Los]\n  artist: Pouya\n  album: Pouya - South Side Slugs\n  duration_ms: 373000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Smokin' thrax, high as fuck\n  Yeah I know you see it\n  Couple thotties round me\n  Euro bitch, I know you see it\n  Skkkrt'n off, foreign whip\n  I know you see it\n  Drank about a half a pint\n  Wylin out, I know you see it\n  See me juggin', what you juggin'\n  Got me bandin' out\n  Goofy opp, 30 clip, then its man down\n  All this lean dopey dope, got me spazzin' out\n  In the bando doin' numbers, worth some figures now\n\n  My bitch be riding shotty that's that Kurt Cobain\n  If that bitch be actin up\n  I'm bout to catch a case\n  I'm juggin' out my foreign\n  That's the BM-Doub\n  I just got that work\n  I'm bout to double up\n  I'm running this shit like I'm duckin' the cops\n  You know that Mikey don't fuck with the opps\n  You shakin' too much, bitch you Michael J. Fox\n  Throw a bone to a bitch\n  Make em lick them chops\n  Michael Vick, bitch I came up in the dog pound\n  Breakin' rubber bands cause a player bout to pop out\n  Rubber band popper, bout it like I'm Silkk The Shocker\n  Hold the chopper with the Hummer\n  Got my money in the washer, clean it up\n  My main bitch do the dishes\n  I know you seen the gangsters hoppin' out the Expedition bitch\n\n  Aye, aye\n  Lets go\n  Nothing was the same when I was 17\n  I would take a giant huff, just like aubrey\n  Inky and Blinky pull up, get ghost\n  That's red and blue lights in Pacman of Atari\n  What would you do if you felt that most of these niggas was lying just to be king\n  Then when it's yo turn to be a young Simba\n  They wanna play Scar in the ring\n  Fuck all that Hakuna Matata\n  And peace for the stronger\n  I'll blueprint the game like I'm Shawn Corey Carter\n  That means I'm o-u-t\n  But dead fucking presidents represent me\n  Me and my ninjas are smoking on Donatello\n  Everything's moving in turtle time\n  But that's an inception of what you can dream\n  When you elevated and extending your mind\n  So if a nigga wanna play games\n  I'll treat this shit like Smash Bros\n  Hit his ass with the C right arrow\n  A, samus with a flame throw\n  In the pot is that sugar and spice with everything nice\n  So I'm taking the powerpuff\n  My eyes will be blossom when inside the bubble you know I'm in love with that buttercup nigga\n\n  All alone in the dark thinkin' bout fetti\n  Pockets all flat like no bubbles in the Remy\n  Talkin' semi incase a nigga wanna act out\n  Blow his back out like he [?] Lewinsky\n  Clock tickin', talkin' shit to my old ho\n  Gettin' deep throat, smokin' dope in my dojo\n  Everything spinnin' as I take a push up the street\n  80 ounces deep, drunk swervin' cussin' at police\n  Ridin' round town in a stolen Lamborghini\n  My bitch ass is fat and she look like Tahiri\n  Sippin' on Henny, I'm loose off the Bourbon\n  I'm swervin' Suburbans I might leave you worthless\n  I'm Beer Can Dan off of two xans\n  In a wasted daze, wastin days\n  Broad day with the K\n  I'm out the window like I'm James Earl\n  It's lit\n  Sandbox syndacate\n  Quick to Columbine some shit\n  I'm pullin' up & strapped up\n  [?] with my bottom bitch\n  Man I love my bottom bitch\n  Crack wack well that's in my backpack\n  Cracka bitch lookin' like Kat Stacks\n  Fufu opp talking down\n  Money on your head like a game of black jack\n\n  You ain't talkin' no college boo, then this conversation ain't with you\n  It's A & B\n  C your bitch ass out\n  Before I put the D in your sister\n  You can lick the tip but no picture\n  I'll put that pussy on Insta\n  Ima hustler baby\n  So I'm even accepting them nickles\n  Pennies and all\n  Won't see me they dropping they drawls\n  You snitch and get teared up like Jaws\n  Get down to the river, we droppin' you off\n"},{"id":20721753,"name":"I Know You See It","trackName":"I Know You See It","artistName":"Pouya","albumName":"South Side Slugs","duration":373.0579,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Smokin' thrax, high as fuck\nYeah I know you see it\nCouple thotties round me\nEuro bitch, I know you see it\nSkkkrt'n off, foreign whip\nI know you see it\nDrank about a half a pint\nWylin out, I know you see it\nSee me juggin', what you juggin'\nGot me bandin' out\nGoofy opp, 30 clip, then its man down\nAll this lean dopey dope, got me spazzin' out\nIn the bando doin' numbers, worth some figures now\n\nMy bitch be riding shotty that's that Kurt Cobain\nIf that bitch be actin up\nI'm bout to catch a case\nI'm juggin' out my foreign\nThat's the BM-Doub\nI just got that work\nI'm bout to double up\nI'm running this shit like I'm duckin' the cops\nYou know that Mikey don't fuck with the opps\nYou shakin' too much, bitch you Michael J. Fox\nThrow a bone to a bitch\nMake em lick them chops\nMichael Vick, bitch I came up in the dog pound\nBreakin' rubber bands cause a player bout to pop out\nRubber band popper, bout it like I'm Silkk The Shocker\nHold the chopper with the Hummer\nGot my money in the washer, clean it up\nMy main bitch do the dishes\nI know you seen the gangsters hoppin' out the Expedition bitch\n\nAye, aye\nLets go\nNothing was the same when I was 17\nI would take a giant huff, just like aubrey\nInky and Blinky pull up, get ghost\nThat's red and blue lights in Pacman of Atari\nWhat would you do if you felt that most of these niggas was lying just to be king\nThen when it's yo turn to be a young Simba\nThey wanna play Scar in the ring\nFuck all that Hakuna Matata\nAnd peace for the stronger\nI'll blueprint the game like I'm Shawn Corey Carter\nThat means I'm o-u-t\nBut dead fucking presidents represent me\nMe and my ninjas are smoking on Donatello\nEverything's moving in turtle time\nBut that's an inception of what you can dream\nWhen you elevated and extending your mind\nSo if a nigga wanna play games\nI'll treat this shit like Smash Bros\nHit his ass with the C right arrow\nA, samus with a flame throw\nIn the pot is that sugar and spice with everything nice\nSo I'm taking the powerpuff\nMy eyes will be blossom when inside the bubble you know I'm in love with that buttercup nigga\n\nAll alone in the dark thinkin' bout fetti\nPockets all flat like no bubbles in the Remy\nTalkin' semi incase a nigga wanna act out\nBlow his back out like he [?] Lewinsky\nClock tickin', talkin' shit to my old ho\nGettin' deep throat, smokin' dope in my dojo\nEverything spinnin' as I take a push up the street\n80 ounces deep, drunk swervin' cussin' at police\nRidin' round town in a stolen Lamborghini\nMy bitch ass is fat and she look like Tahiri\nSippin' on Henny, I'm loose off the Bourbon\nI'm swervin' Suburbans I might leave you worthless\nI'm Beer Can Dan off of two xans\nIn a wasted daze, wastin days\nBroad day with the K\nI'm out the window like I'm James Earl\nIt's lit\nSandbox syndacate\nQuick to Columbine some shit\nI'm pullin' up & strapped up\n[?] with my bottom bitch\nMan I love my bottom bitch\nCrack wack well that's in my backpack\nCracka bitch lookin' like Kat Stacks\nFufu opp talking down\nMoney on your head like a game of black jack\n\nYou ain't talkin' no college boo, then this conversation ain't with you\nIt's A & B\nC your bitch ass out\nBefore I put the D in your sister\nYou can lick the tip but no picture\nI'll put that pussy on Insta\nIma hustler baby\nSo I'm even accepting them nickles\nPennies and all\nWon't see me they dropping they drawls\nYou snitch and get teared up like Jaws\nGet down to the river, we droppin' you off","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Know You See It\n  artist: Pouya\n  album: South Side Slugs\n  duration_ms: 373058\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Smokin' thrax, high as fuck\n  Yeah I know you see it\n  Couple thotties round me\n  Euro bitch, I know you see it\n  Skkkrt'n off, foreign whip\n  I know you see it\n  Drank about a half a pint\n  Wylin out, I know you see it\n  See me juggin', what you juggin'\n  Got me bandin' out\n  Goofy opp, 30 clip, then its man down\n  All this lean dopey dope, got me spazzin' out\n  In the bando doin' numbers, worth some figures now\n\n  My bitch be riding shotty that's that Kurt Cobain\n  If that bitch be actin up\n  I'm bout to catch a case\n  I'm juggin' out my foreign\n  That's the BM-Doub\n  I just got that work\n  I'm bout to double up\n  I'm running this shit like I'm duckin' the cops\n  You know that Mikey don't fuck with the opps\n  You shakin' too much, bitch you Michael J. Fox\n  Throw a bone to a bitch\n  Make em lick them chops\n  Michael Vick, bitch I came up in the dog pound\n  Breakin' rubber bands cause a player bout to pop out\n  Rubber band popper, bout it like I'm Silkk The Shocker\n  Hold the chopper with the Hummer\n  Got my money in the washer, clean it up\n  My main bitch do the dishes\n  I know you seen the gangsters hoppin' out the Expedition bitch\n\n  Aye, aye\n  Lets go\n  Nothing was the same when I was 17\n  I would take a giant huff, just like aubrey\n  Inky and Blinky pull up, get ghost\n  That's red and blue lights in Pacman of Atari\n  What would you do if you felt that most of these niggas was lying just to be king\n  Then when it's yo turn to be a young Simba\n  They wanna play Scar in the ring\n  Fuck all that Hakuna Matata\n  And peace for the stronger\n  I'll blueprint the game like I'm Shawn Corey Carter\n  That means I'm o-u-t\n  But dead fucking presidents represent me\n  Me and my ninjas are smoking on Donatello\n  Everything's moving in turtle time\n  But that's an inception of what you can dream\n  When you elevated and extending your mind\n  So if a nigga wanna play games\n  I'll treat this shit like Smash Bros\n  Hit his ass with the C right arrow\n  A, samus with a flame throw\n  In the pot is that sugar and spice with everything nice\n  So I'm taking the powerpuff\n  My eyes will be blossom when inside the bubble you know I'm in love with that buttercup nigga\n\n  All alone in the dark thinkin' bout fetti\n  Pockets all flat like no bubbles in the Remy\n  Talkin' semi incase a nigga wanna act out\n  Blow his back out like he [?] Lewinsky\n  Clock tickin', talkin' shit to my old ho\n  Gettin' deep throat, smokin' dope in my dojo\n  Everything spinnin' as I take a push up the street\n  80 ounces deep, drunk swervin' cussin' at police\n  Ridin' round town in a stolen Lamborghini\n  My bitch ass is fat and she look like Tahiri\n  Sippin' on Henny, I'm loose off the Bourbon\n  I'm swervin' Suburbans I might leave you worthless\n  I'm Beer Can Dan off of two xans\n  In a wasted daze, wastin days\n  Broad day with the K\n  I'm out the window like I'm James Earl\n  It's lit\n  Sandbox syndacate\n  Quick to Columbine some shit\n  I'm pullin' up & strapped up\n  [?] with my bottom bitch\n  Man I love my bottom bitch\n  Crack wack well that's in my backpack\n  Cracka bitch lookin' like Kat Stacks\n  Fufu opp talking down\n  Money on your head like a game of black jack\n\n  You ain't talkin' no college boo, then this conversation ain't with you\n  It's A & B\n  C your bitch ass out\n  Before I put the D in your sister\n  You can lick the tip but no picture\n  I'll put that pussy on Insta\n  Ima hustler baby\n  So I'm even accepting them nickles\n  Pennies and all\n  Won't see me they dropping they drawls\n  You snitch and get teared up like Jaws\n  Get down to the river, we droppin' you off\n"},{"id":24490704,"name":"I Know You See It","trackName":"I Know You See It","artistName":"Pouya feat. Fat Nick, Mikey The Magician, SDotBraddy & Germ","albumName":"South Side Slugs","duration":373.0579,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Smokin' thrax, high as fuck\nYeah I know you see it\nCouple thotties round me\nEuro bitch, I know you see it\nSkkkrt'n off, foreign whip\nI know you see it\nDrank about a half a pint\nWylin out, I know you see it\nSee me juggin', what you juggin'\nGot me bandin' out\nGoofy opp, 30 clip, then its man down\nAll this lean dopey dope, got me spazzin' out\nIn the bando doin' numbers, worth some figures now\n\nMy bitch be riding shotty that's that Kurt Cobain\nIf that bitch be actin up\nI'm bout to catch a case\nI'm juggin' out my foreign\nThat's the BM-Doub\nI just got that work\nI'm bout to double up\nI'm running this shit like I'm duckin' the cops\nYou know that Mikey don't fuck with the opps\nYou shakin' too much, bitch you Michael J. Fox\nThrow a bone to a bitch\nMake em lick them chops\nMichael Vick, bitch I came up in the dog pound\nBreakin' rubber bands cause a player bout to pop out\nRubber band popper, bout it like I'm Silkk The Shocker\nHold the chopper with the Hummer\nGot my money in the washer, clean it up\nMy main bitch do the dishes\nI know you seen the gangsters hoppin' out the Expedition bitch\n\nAye, aye\nLets go\nNothing was the same when I was 17\nI would take a giant huff, just like aubrey\nInky and Blinky pull up, get ghost\nThat's red and blue lights in Pacman of Atari\nWhat would you do if you felt that most of these niggas was lying just to be king\nThen when it's yo turn to be a young Simba\nThey wanna play Scar in the ring\nFuck all that Hakuna Matata\nAnd peace for the stronger\nI'll blueprint the game like I'm Shawn Corey Carter\nThat means I'm o-u-t\nBut dead fucking presidents represent me\nMe and my ninjas are smoking on Donatello\nEverything's moving in turtle time\nBut that's an inception of what you can dream\nWhen you elevated and extending your mind\nSo if a nigga wanna play games\nI'll treat this shit like Smash Bros\nHit his ass with the C right arrow\nA, samus with a flame throw\nIn the pot is that sugar and spice with everything nice\nSo I'm taking the powerpuff\nMy eyes will be blossom when inside the bubble you know I'm in love with that buttercup nigga\n\nAll alone in the dark thinkin' bout fetti\nPockets all flat like no bubbles in the Remy\nTalkin' semi incase a nigga wanna act out\nBlow his back out like he [?] Lewinsky\nClock tickin', talkin' shit to my old ho\nGettin' deep throat, smokin' dope in my dojo\nEverything spinnin' as I take a push up the street\n80 ounces deep, drunk swervin' cussin' at police\nRidin' round town in a stolen Lamborghini\nMy bitch ass is fat and she look like Tahiri\nSippin' on Henny, I'm loose off the Bourbon\nI'm swervin' Suburbans I might leave you worthless\nI'm Beer Can Dan off of two xans\nIn a wasted daze, wastin days\nBroad day with the K\nI'm out the window like I'm James Earl\nIt's lit\nSandbox syndacate\nQuick to Columbine some shit\nI'm pullin' up & strapped up\n[?] with my bottom bitch\nMan I love my bottom bitch\nCrack wack well that's in my backpack\nCracka bitch lookin' like Kat Stacks\nFufu opp talking down\nMoney on your head like a game of black jack\n\nYou ain't talkin' no college boo, then this conversation ain't with you\nIt's A & B\nC your bitch ass out\nBefore I put the D in your sister\nYou can lick the tip but no picture\nI'll put that pussy on Insta\nIma hustler baby\nSo I'm even accepting them nickles\nPennies and all\nWon't see me they dropping they drawls\nYou snitch and get teared up like Jaws\nGet down to the river, we droppin' you off","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Know You See It\n  artist: Pouya feat. Fat Nick, Mikey The Magician, SDotBraddy & Germ\n  album: South Side Slugs\n  duration_ms: 373058\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Smokin' thrax, high as fuck\n  Yeah I know you see it\n  Couple thotties round me\n  Euro bitch, I know you see it\n  Skkkrt'n off, foreign whip\n  I know you see it\n  Drank about a half a pint\n  Wylin out, I know you see it\n  See me juggin', what you juggin'\n  Got me bandin' out\n  Goofy opp, 30 clip, then its man down\n  All this lean dopey dope, got me spazzin' out\n  In the bando doin' numbers, worth some figures now\n\n  My bitch be riding shotty that's that Kurt Cobain\n  If that bitch be actin up\n  I'm bout to catch a case\n  I'm juggin' out my foreign\n  That's the BM-Doub\n  I just got that work\n  I'm bout to double up\n  I'm running this shit like I'm duckin' the cops\n  You know that Mikey don't fuck with the opps\n  You shakin' too much, bitch you Michael J. Fox\n  Throw a bone to a bitch\n  Make em lick them chops\n  Michael Vick, bitch I came up in the dog pound\n  Breakin' rubber bands cause a player bout to pop out\n  Rubber band popper, bout it like I'm Silkk The Shocker\n  Hold the chopper with the Hummer\n  Got my money in the washer, clean it up\n  My main bitch do the dishes\n  I know you seen the gangsters hoppin' out the Expedition bitch\n\n  Aye, aye\n  Lets go\n  Nothing was the same when I was 17\n  I would take a giant huff, just like aubrey\n  Inky and Blinky pull up, get ghost\n  That's red and blue lights in Pacman of Atari\n  What would you do if you felt that most of these niggas was lying just to be king\n  Then when it's yo turn to be a young Simba\n  They wanna play Scar in the ring\n  Fuck all that Hakuna Matata\n  And peace for the stronger\n  I'll blueprint the game like I'm Shawn Corey Carter\n  That means I'm o-u-t\n  But dead fucking presidents represent me\n  Me and my ninjas are smoking on Donatello\n  Everything's moving in turtle time\n  But that's an inception of what you can dream\n  When you elevated and extending your mind\n  So if a nigga wanna play games\n  I'll treat this shit like Smash Bros\n  Hit his ass with the C right arrow\n  A, samus with a flame throw\n  In the pot is that sugar and spice with everything nice\n  So I'm taking the powerpuff\n  My eyes will be blossom when inside the bubble you know I'm in love with that buttercup nigga\n\n  All alone in the dark thinkin' bout fetti\n  Pockets all flat like no bubbles in the Remy\n  Talkin' semi incase a nigga wanna act out\n  Blow his back out like he [?] Lewinsky\n  Clock tickin', talkin' shit to my old ho\n  Gettin' deep throat, smokin' dope in my dojo\n  Everything spinnin' as I take a push up the street\n  80 ounces deep, drunk swervin' cussin' at police\n  Ridin' round town in a stolen Lamborghini\n  My bitch ass is fat and she look like Tahiri\n  Sippin' on Henny, I'm loose off the Bourbon\n  I'm swervin' Suburbans I might leave you worthless\n  I'm Beer Can Dan off of two xans\n  In a wasted daze, wastin days\n  Broad day with the K\n  I'm out the window like I'm James Earl\n  It's lit\n  Sandbox syndacate\n  Quick to Columbine some shit\n  I'm pullin' up & strapped up\n  [?] with my bottom bitch\n  Man I love my bottom bitch\n  Crack wack well that's in my backpack\n  Cracka bitch lookin' like Kat Stacks\n  Fufu opp talking down\n  Money on your head like a game of black jack\n\n  You ain't talkin' no college boo, then this conversation ain't with you\n  It's A & B\n  C your bitch ass out\n  Before I put the D in your sister\n  You can lick the tip but no picture\n  I'll put that pussy on Insta\n  Ima hustler baby\n  So I'm even accepting them nickles\n  Pennies and all\n  Won't see me they dropping they drawls\n  You snitch and get teared up like Jaws\n  Get down to the river, we droppin' you off\n"}]