[{"id":39513624,"name":"No Work","trackName":"No Work","artistName":"Queen Latifah","albumName":"Black Reign","duration":171.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You ain't got no work for me (no work, no work)\nNo any Flavor Unit MC (no work, no work)\nYou ain't got no work for me (no work, no work)\nYou ain't got no work for the Queen (no work, no work)\n\nDon't try to get fly, yo, with blackin' up highballs\nI roll with a rough set, so don't get me upset\nI guess you're so hard, I'll leave you fartin'\nYou're soft as a buttercup, stupid-ass, so why you startin'?\nYou're memorizin' every damn lyric that I write\n\nYou all up in my mouth every time I grab the mic\nYou need to learn a lesson from a female headbanger\nStop bitin' on my bra, you freakin' strap hanger\nOn Louis plate sets, but I always stay free\nI made a resolution for year 1993\nIt's all about the flavor unit and my family\n'Cause I would die for all of them and they would die for me\n\nMerry about this intelligent female, all catch hell\nAn explanation of the Queen, my people smell well\nSo blow up and know me\nDon't even contemplate a theory about jerkin' me\n\nYou ain't got work for me (no work, no work)\nYou ain't got work for the Queen (no work, no work)\nYou ain't got work for me (no work, no work)\nNo any Flavor Unit MC (no work, no work)\n\nCheck it, play me like a child 'cause you know I'm raw\nI see you at work spankin' broke-ass hoes\nThat was the way it started off back in the days\nA little singin' joint with a hardcore phrase\nAmazed I wouldn't diss another sister 'less she had it comin'\nAnd even then I would take it to her face\nMy presence is stunnin', cunnin' as a Venus flytrap\n'Cause word up, I fight back, you're damn right, it's like that\nSo step back, I'm not the type of girl you can run through and drop\nI'm not the type of girl to be runnin' to the cops\n\nI know about everythin' that goes on on my block\nAnd right beside my bed I keep a ruger and a Glock\nThey're for the protection of a flavor unit Queen\nMe not gon' let you go until me hear you scream\nSee, I look in your eyes when I speak to you punk-ass\nI oughta put my feet to you\n\nYou ain't got work for me (no work, no work)\nYou ain't got work for the Queen (no work, no work)\nYou ain't got work for me (no work, no work)\nNo any flavor unit MC (no work, no work)\n\nNow this wicked verse hurts, spankin' girls and boys\nI'm annoyed you gots no work, so I lurk to keep you unemployed\nI'm a part of a tribe with a vibe, a squad with nine lives\nYou're kicked inside, outside\n\nI used to ride the path across the tracks in your mouth\n'Til I jumped the turnstile and the conductor threw me out\nYou're feelin' kinda horny, call a clinic on that crouch\nYou's a dingy dirty bitch, so I gotta shout it out\nI add it up to here plus there 'cause I be here plus there\nWith my pets nuff, look everywhere\nNigga niggas in the hood ain't changed\nI get my niggas with the hoodies far\nFrom goody, but they're bad instead\n\nWe're ready for the worst things first\nAnythin' you thought, I thought twice\nThought through and thought first\nThe Queen picks the verse off a shirt\nYou're hurt when I smirk 'cause you're no verse\n\nYou ain't got work for the Queen (no work, no work)\nYou ain't got work for me (no work, no work)\nYou ain't got work for the Queen (no work, no work)\nI said you ain't got work for me (no work, no work)\nYou ain't got work for the Queen (no work, no work)\nNo any flavor unit MC (no work, no work)\nI said you ain't got work for me (no work, no work)\nI said you ain't got work for me (no work, no work)","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.86] You ain't got no work for me (no work, no work)\n[00:07.25] No any Flavor Unit MC (no work, no work)\n[00:09.44] You ain't got no work for me (no work, no work)\n[00:11.84] You ain't got no work for the Queen (no work, no work)\n[00:14.40] Don't try to get fly, yo, with blackin' up highballs\n[00:17.08] I roll with a rough set, so don't get me upset\n[00:19.54] I guess you're so hard, I'll leave you fartin'\n[00:21.59] You're soft as a buttercup, stupid-ass, so why you startin'?\n[00:23.63] You're memorizin' every damn lyric that I write\n[00:26.08] You all up in my mouth every time I grab the mic\n[00:28.51] You need to learn a lesson from a female headbanger\n[00:31.16] Stop bitin' on my bra, you freakin' strap hanger\n[00:33.45] On Louis plate sets, but I always stay free\n[00:35.86] I made a resolution for year 1993\n[00:38.12] It's all about the flavor unit and my family\n[00:40.55] 'Cause I would die for all of them and they would die for me\n[00:43.23] Merry about this intelligent female, all catch hell\n[00:46.42] An explanation of the Queen, my people smell well\n[00:48.94] So blow up and know me\n[00:50.40] Don't even contemplate a theory about jerkin' me\n[00:52.60] You ain't got work for me (no work, no work)\n[00:55.01] You ain't got work for the Queen (no work, no work)\n[00:57.52] You ain't got work for me (no work, no work)\n[00:59.83] No any Flavor Unit MC (no work, no work)\n[01:02.39] Check it, play me like a child 'cause you know I'm raw\n[01:05.28] I see you at work spankin' broke-ass hoes\n[01:07.57] That was the way it started off back in the days\n[01:09.36] A little singin' joint with a hardcore phrase\n[01:11.70] Amazed I wouldn't diss another sister 'less she had it comin'\n[01:14.03] And even then I would take it to her face\n[01:16.64] My presence is stunnin', cunnin' as a Venus flytrap\n[01:19.46] 'Cause word up, I fight back, you're damn right, it's like that\n[01:21.99] So step back, I'm not the type of girl you can run through and drop\n[01:24.98] I'm not the type of girl to be runnin' to the cops\n[01:27.50] I know about everythin' that goes on on my block\n[01:29.99] And right beside my bed I keep a ruger and a Glock\n[01:32.16] They're for the protection of a flavor unit Queen\n[01:35.04] Me not gon' let you go until me hear you scream\n[01:36.89] See, I look in your eyes when I speak to you punk-ass\n[01:39.79] I oughta put my feet to you\n[01:41.23] You ain't got work for me (no work, no work)\n[01:43.40] You ain't got work for the Queen (no work, no work)\n[01:45.76] You ain't got work for me (no work, no work)\n[01:48.09] No any flavor unit MC (no work, no work)\n[01:49.97] Now this wicked verse hurts, spankin' girls and boys\n[01:52.59] I'm annoyed you gots no work, so I lurk to keep you unemployed\n[01:55.94] I'm a part of a tribe with a vibe, a squad with nine lives\n[01:59.20] You're kicked inside, outside\n[02:00.91] I used to ride the path across the tracks in your mouth\n[02:03.39] 'Til I jumped the turnstile and the conductor threw me out\n[02:05.91] You're feelin' kinda horny, call a clinic on that crouch\n[02:08.02] You's a dingy dirty bitch, so I gotta shout it out\n[02:10.40] I add it up to here plus there 'cause I be here plus there\n[02:13.23] With my pets nuff, look everywhere\n[02:15.25] Nigga niggas in the hood ain't changed\n[02:16.80] I get my niggas with the hoodies far\n[02:18.33] From goody, but they're bad instead\n[02:20.72] We're ready for the worst things first\n[02:22.15] Anythin' you thought, I thought twice\n[02:23.62] Thought through and thought first\n[02:25.06] The Queen picks the verse off a shirt\n[02:26.60] You're hurt when I smirk 'cause you're no verse\n[02:28.89] You ain't got work for the Queen (no work, no work)\n[02:31.45] You ain't got work for me (no work, no work)\n[02:33.88] You ain't got work for the Queen (no work, no work)\n[02:35.99] I said you ain't got work for me (no work, no work)\n[02:38.25] You ain't got work for the Queen (no work, no work)\n[02:40.74] No any flavor unit MC (no work, no work)\n[02:42.95] I said you ain't got work for me (no work, no work)\n[02:45.14] I said you ain't got work for me (no work, no work)\n[02:48.75] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: No Work\n  artist: Queen Latifah\n  album: Black Reign\n  duration_ms: 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That was the way it started off back in the days\n  A little singin' joint with a hardcore phrase\n  Amazed I wouldn't diss another sister 'less she had it comin'\n  And even then I would take it to her face\n  My presence is stunnin', cunnin' as a Venus flytrap\n  'Cause word up, I fight back, you're damn right, it's like that\n  So step back, I'm not the type of girl you can run through and drop\n  I'm not the type of girl to be runnin' to the cops\n\n  I know about everythin' that goes on on my block\n  And right beside my bed I keep a ruger and a Glock\n  They're for the protection of a flavor unit Queen\n  Me not gon' let you go until me hear you scream\n  See, I look in your eyes when I speak to you punk-ass\n  I oughta put my feet to you\n\n  You ain't got work for me (no work, no work)\n  You ain't got work for the Queen (no work, no work)\n  You ain't got work for me (no work, no work)\n  No any flavor unit MC (no work, no work)\n\n  Now this wicked verse hurts, spankin' girls and boys\n  I'm annoyed you gots no work, so I lurk to keep you unemployed\n  I'm a part of a tribe with a vibe, a squad with nine lives\n  You're kicked inside, outside\n\n  I used to ride the path across the tracks in your mouth\n  'Til I jumped the turnstile and the conductor threw me out\n  You're feelin' kinda horny, call a clinic on that crouch\n  You's a dingy dirty bitch, so I gotta shout it out\n  I add it up to here plus there 'cause I be here plus there\n  With my pets nuff, look everywhere\n  Nigga niggas in the hood ain't changed\n  I get my niggas with the hoodies far\n  From goody, but they're bad instead\n\n  We're ready for the worst things first\n  Anythin' you thought, I thought twice\n  Thought through and thought first\n  The Queen picks the verse off a shirt\n  You're hurt when I smirk 'cause you're no verse\n\n  You ain't got work for the Queen (no work, no work)\n  You ain't got work for me (no work, no work)\n  You ain't got work for the Queen (no work, no work)\n  I said you ain't got work for me (no work, no work)\n  You ain't got work for the Queen (no work, no work)\n  No any flavor unit MC (no work, no work)\n  I said you ain't got work for me (no work, no work)\n  I said you ain't got work for me (no work, no work)\n"}]