[{"id":31260610,"name":"Understandable Smooth","trackName":"Understandable Smooth","artistName":"Ras Kass","albumName":"The Endangered Lyricist (Mixtape)","duration":246.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"For the live ones not the shook ones\nFor the riders not the hook ones\n\nImmaculate conception like a black madonna in mangers\n\nMy crew consist of millionaires failures and gangbangers\nSay my name like candyman\nThen i'm creepin out the cut with a gallon in hand\nI span forty nine states bounce rock skate\nSimilar to movin weight out of state\nLyrics lacerate spinal columns \"i bury all cockroaches\"\nStare in his face, stomp-in on bustas like kirk franklin\nIntrigued by the speed of a 911 porsche? \"but of course\"\nStill screaming behold a pale horse\nWatch my flame turn green like a promethean torch\nPay no child support when me and my divorce\nSome of y'all cats in the game look confused\nWhere's your butterfly collar and your crocadile shoes?\nGotta pay dues, street crews -- you know it's off the hook when\nOh-three-one is gangbangin in brooklyn\n\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nTo all my live ones, not my shook ones\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nTo all the riders, not the hook ones\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nMusic to live by, music to die by\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nUhh, music to driveby\n\nI puff the black & mild, crusin on a harley -- flickin ashes\nGivin crazy baldheads the finger like bob marley\nSuaver than synthetic players, that's my word\nSee ever since the days of turkish gold chains and cross cords\nUncle sam wanna play me on some\n\"all you people do is get on welfare and have crack babies\"\nYeah maybe, but a lot of po-po is racists\nThey keep a brother fightin federal cases, \"ju know\"\nI'm sick of gettin the short end of the stick -- so i sharpen it...\nAnd stuck ron goldman\nIf ain't nothing wrong, something just ain't right\nSometimes i'd rather have two dykes than five mics\nSee i'm fat, my shit is mo' john blaze than that\nI got john blaze shit, and then i was un-recognized, and then fuck that\nWho is you to be askin me questions?\nBustin caps in nine-eight, exposin niggaz intestines\n\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nTo all my live ones, not the shook ones\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nTo all the riders, not the hook ones\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nMusic to live by, music to die by\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nUhh, music to driveby\n\nNow if i ever fall off, then take a picture trick\nBut i'ma play dennis rodman and kick you in the... damn!\nHip-hop smoothed out on the r&b tip, with a pop feel appeal to it\nI'm so for real to it\nI cream it, wet dream it\nSupport it like a wonder bra, when i bust like cleavage\nEff a spot lock up, i rock three-quarter top nikes\nOn the handlebars of the homey beach crusin bikes\nFifty-thousand dollar warrants, just-us/justice, no peace\nNo bail, no release, from inglewood court\nSouth to la brea then east to the pen, handcuffed\nI shoulda jumped off the roof like mack 10\nCreate the funny styles with the chokers round the neck\nFlossin at the chest hairs in a sequined vest\nRas kass the nova don juan, the phenomenon\nYou know i'm the bomb, i raise hell like spawn\n\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nTo all my live ones, not my shook ones\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nTo all the riders, not the hook ones\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nMusic to live by, music to die by\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nUhh, music to driveby...\n\n...to all my live ones, not my shook ones\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nTo all the riders, not the hook ones\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nMusic to live by, music to die by\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nUhh, music to driveby","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Understandable Smooth\n  artist: Ras Kass\n  album: The Endangered Lyricist (Mixtape)\n  duration_ms: 246000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  For the live ones not the shook ones\n  For the riders not the hook ones\n\n  Immaculate conception like a black madonna in mangers\n\n  My crew consist of millionaires failures and gangbangers\n  Say my name like candyman\n  Then i'm creepin out the cut with a gallon in hand\n  I span forty nine states bounce rock skate\n  Similar to movin weight out of state\n  Lyrics lacerate spinal columns \"i bury all cockroaches\"\n  Stare in his face, stomp-in on bustas like kirk franklin\n  Intrigued by the speed of a 911 porsche? \"but of course\"\n  Still screaming behold a pale horse\n  Watch my flame turn green like a promethean torch\n  Pay no child support when me and my divorce\n  Some of y'all cats in the game look confused\n  Where's your butterfly collar and your crocadile shoes?\n  Gotta pay dues, street crews -- you know it's off the hook when\n  Oh-three-one is gangbangin in brooklyn\n\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  To all my live ones, not my shook ones\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  To all the riders, not the hook ones\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  Music to live by, music to die by\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  Uhh, music to driveby\n\n  I puff the black & mild, crusin on a harley -- flickin ashes\n  Givin crazy baldheads the finger like bob marley\n  Suaver than synthetic players, that's my word\n  See ever since the days of turkish gold chains and cross cords\n  Uncle sam wanna play me on some\n  \"all you people do is get on welfare and have crack babies\"\n  Yeah maybe, but a lot of po-po is racists\n  They keep a brother fightin federal cases, \"ju know\"\n  I'm sick of gettin the short end of the stick -- so i sharpen it...\n  And stuck ron goldman\n  If ain't nothing wrong, something just ain't right\n  Sometimes i'd rather have two dykes than five mics\n  See i'm fat, my shit is mo' john blaze than that\n  I got john blaze shit, and then i was un-recognized, and then fuck that\n  Who is you to be askin me questions?\n  Bustin caps in nine-eight, exposin niggaz intestines\n\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  To all my live ones, not the shook ones\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  To all the riders, not the hook ones\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  Music to live by, music to die by\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  Uhh, music to driveby\n\n  Now if i ever fall off, then take a picture trick\n  But i'ma play dennis rodman and kick you in the... damn!\n  Hip-hop smoothed out on the r&b tip, with a pop feel appeal to it\n  I'm so for real to it\n  I cream it, wet dream it\n  Support it like a wonder bra, when i bust like cleavage\n  Eff a spot lock up, i rock three-quarter top nikes\n  On the handlebars of the homey beach crusin bikes\n  Fifty-thousand dollar warrants, just-us/justice, no peace\n  No bail, no release, from inglewood court\n  South to la brea then east to the pen, handcuffed\n  I shoulda jumped off the roof like mack 10\n  Create the funny styles with the chokers round the neck\n  Flossin at the chest hairs in a sequined vest\n  Ras kass the nova don juan, the phenomenon\n  You know i'm the bomb, i raise hell like spawn\n\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  To all my live ones, not my shook ones\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  To all the riders, not the hook ones\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  Music to live by, music to die by\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  Uhh, music to driveby...\n\n  ...to all my live ones, not my shook ones\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  To all the riders, not the hook ones\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  Music to live by, music to die by\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  Uhh, music to driveby\n"},{"id":17286841,"name":"Understandable Smooth","trackName":"Understandable Smooth","artistName":"Ras Kass","albumName":"Rediscovered. Deconstructed.","duration":245.263673,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"For the live ones not the shook ones\nFor the riders not the hook ones\n\nImmaculate conception like a black madonna in mangers\n\nMy crew consist of millionaires failures and gangbangers\nSay my name like candyman\nThen i'm creepin out the cut with a gallon in hand\nI span forty nine states bounce rock skate\nSimilar to movin weight out of state\nLyrics lacerate spinal columns \"i bury all cockroaches\"\nStare in his face, stomp-in on bustas like kirk franklin\nIntrigued by the speed of a 911 porsche? \"but of course\"\nStill screaming behold a pale horse\nWatch my flame turn green like a promethean torch\nPay no child support when me and my divorce\nSome of y'all cats in the game look confused\nWhere's your butterfly collar and your crocadile shoes?\nGotta pay dues, street crews -- you know it's off the hook when\nOh-three-one is gangbangin in brooklyn\n\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nTo all my live ones, not my shook ones\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nTo all the riders, not the hook ones\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nMusic to live by, music to die by\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nUhh, music to driveby\n\nI puff the black & mild, crusin on a harley -- flickin ashes\nGivin crazy baldheads the finger like bob marley\nSuaver than synthetic players, that's my word\nSee ever since the days of turkish gold chains and cross cords\nUncle sam wanna play me on some\n\"all you people do is get on welfare and have crack babies\"\nYeah maybe, but a lot of po-po is racists\nThey keep a brother fightin federal cases, \"ju know\"\nI'm sick of gettin the short end of the stick -- so i sharpen it...\nAnd stuck ron goldman\nIf ain't nothing wrong, something just ain't right\nSometimes i'd rather have two dykes than five mics\nSee i'm fat, my shit is mo' john blaze than that\nI got john blaze shit, and then i was un-recognized, and then fuck that\nWho is you to be askin me questions?\nBustin caps in nine-eight, exposin niggaz intestines\n\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nTo all my live ones, not the shook ones\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nTo all the riders, not the hook ones\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nMusic to live by, music to die by\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nUhh, music to driveby\n\nNow if i ever fall off, then take a picture trick\nBut i'ma play dennis rodman and kick you in the... damn!\nHip-hop smoothed out on the r&b tip, with a pop feel appeal to it\nI'm so for real to it\nI cream it, wet dream it\nSupport it like a wonder bra, when i bust like cleavage\nEff a spot lock up, i rock three-quarter top nikes\nOn the handlebars of the homey beach crusin bikes\nFifty-thousand dollar warrants, just-us/justice, no peace\nNo bail, no release, from inglewood court\nSouth to la brea then east to the pen, handcuffed\nI shoulda jumped off the roof like mack 10\nCreate the funny styles with the chokers round the neck\nFlossin at the chest hairs in a sequined vest\nRas kass the nova don juan, the phenomenon\nYou know i'm the bomb, i raise hell like spawn\n\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nTo all my live ones, not my shook ones\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nTo all the riders, not the hook ones\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nMusic to live by, music to die by\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nUhh, music to driveby...\n\n...to all my live ones, not my shook ones\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nTo all the riders, not the hook ones\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nMusic to live by, music to die by\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nUhh, music to driveby","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Understandable Smooth\n  artist: Ras Kass\n  album: Rediscovered. Deconstructed.\n  duration_ms: 245264\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  For the live ones not the shook ones\n  For the riders not the hook ones\n\n  Immaculate conception like a black madonna in mangers\n\n  My crew consist of millionaires failures and gangbangers\n  Say my name like candyman\n  Then i'm creepin out the cut with a gallon in hand\n  I span forty nine states bounce rock skate\n  Similar to movin weight out of state\n  Lyrics lacerate spinal columns \"i bury all cockroaches\"\n  Stare in his face, stomp-in on bustas like kirk franklin\n  Intrigued by the speed of a 911 porsche? \"but of course\"\n  Still screaming behold a pale horse\n  Watch my flame turn green like a promethean torch\n  Pay no child support when me and my divorce\n  Some of y'all cats in the game look confused\n  Where's your butterfly collar and your crocadile shoes?\n  Gotta pay dues, street crews -- you know it's off the hook when\n  Oh-three-one is gangbangin in brooklyn\n\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  To all my live ones, not my shook ones\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  To all the riders, not the hook ones\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  Music to live by, music to die by\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  Uhh, music to driveby\n\n  I puff the black & mild, crusin on a harley -- flickin ashes\n  Givin crazy baldheads the finger like bob marley\n  Suaver than synthetic players, that's my word\n  See ever since the days of turkish gold chains and cross cords\n  Uncle sam wanna play me on some\n  \"all you people do is get on welfare and have crack babies\"\n  Yeah maybe, but a lot of po-po is racists\n  They keep a brother fightin federal cases, \"ju know\"\n  I'm sick of gettin the short end of the stick -- so i sharpen it...\n  And stuck ron goldman\n  If ain't nothing wrong, something just ain't right\n  Sometimes i'd rather have two dykes than five mics\n  See i'm fat, my shit is mo' john blaze than that\n  I got john blaze shit, and then i was un-recognized, and then fuck that\n  Who is you to be askin me questions?\n  Bustin caps in nine-eight, exposin niggaz intestines\n\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  To all my live ones, not the shook ones\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  To all the riders, not the hook ones\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  Music to live by, music to die by\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  Uhh, music to driveby\n\n  Now if i ever fall off, then take a picture trick\n  But i'ma play dennis rodman and kick you in the... damn!\n  Hip-hop smoothed out on the r&b tip, with a pop feel appeal to it\n  I'm so for real to it\n  I cream it, wet dream it\n  Support it like a wonder bra, when i bust like cleavage\n  Eff a spot lock up, i rock three-quarter top nikes\n  On the handlebars of the homey beach crusin bikes\n  Fifty-thousand dollar warrants, just-us/justice, no peace\n  No bail, no release, from inglewood court\n  South to la brea then east to the pen, handcuffed\n  I shoulda jumped off the roof like mack 10\n  Create the funny styles with the chokers round the neck\n  Flossin at the chest hairs in a sequined vest\n  Ras kass the nova don juan, the phenomenon\n  You know i'm the bomb, i raise hell like spawn\n\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  To all my live ones, not my shook ones\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  To all the riders, not the hook ones\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  Music to live by, music to die by\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  Uhh, music to driveby...\n\n  ...to all my live ones, not my shook ones\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  To all the riders, not the hook ones\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  Music to live by, music to die by\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  Uhh, music to driveby\n"},{"id":22736018,"name":"Understandable Smooth","trackName":"Understandable Smooth","artistName":"Ras Kass","albumName":"Van Gogh","duration":194.429388,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"For the live ones not the shook ones\nFor the riders not the hook ones\n\nImmaculate conception like a black madonna in mangers\n\nMy crew consist of millionaires failures and gangbangers\nSay my name like candyman\nThen i'm creepin out the cut with a gallon in hand\nI span forty nine states bounce rock skate\nSimilar to movin weight out of state\nLyrics lacerate spinal columns \"i bury all cockroaches\"\nStare in his face, stomp-in on bustas like kirk franklin\nIntrigued by the speed of a 911 porsche? \"but of course\"\nStill screaming behold a pale horse\nWatch my flame turn green like a promethean torch\nPay no child support when me and my divorce\nSome of y'all cats in the game look confused\nWhere's your butterfly collar and your crocadile shoes?\nGotta pay dues, street crews -- you know it's off the hook when\nOh-three-one is gangbangin in brooklyn\n\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nTo all my live ones, not my shook ones\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nTo all the riders, not the hook ones\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nMusic to live by, music to die by\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nUhh, music to driveby\n\nI puff the black & mild, crusin on a harley -- flickin ashes\nGivin crazy baldheads the finger like bob marley\nSuaver than synthetic players, that's my word\nSee ever since the days of turkish gold chains and cross cords\nUncle sam wanna play me on some\n\"all you people do is get on welfare and have crack babies\"\nYeah maybe, but a lot of po-po is racists\nThey keep a brother fightin federal cases, \"ju know\"\nI'm sick of gettin the short end of the stick -- so i sharpen it...\nAnd stuck ron goldman\nIf ain't nothing wrong, something just ain't right\nSometimes i'd rather have two dykes than five mics\nSee i'm fat, my shit is mo' john blaze than that\nI got john blaze shit, and then i was un-recognized, and then fuck that\nWho is you to be askin me questions?\nBustin caps in nine-eight, exposin niggaz intestines\n\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nTo all my live ones, not the shook ones\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nTo all the riders, not the hook ones\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nMusic to live by, music to die by\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nUhh, music to driveby\n\nNow if i ever fall off, then take a picture trick\nBut i'ma play dennis rodman and kick you in the... damn!\nHip-hop smoothed out on the r&b tip, with a pop feel appeal to it\nI'm so for real to it\nI cream it, wet dream it\nSupport it like a wonder bra, when i bust like cleavage\nEff a spot lock up, i rock three-quarter top nikes\nOn the handlebars of the homey beach crusin bikes\nFifty-thousand dollar warrants, just-us/justice, no peace\nNo bail, no release, from inglewood court\nSouth to la brea then east to the pen, handcuffed\nI shoulda jumped off the roof like mack 10\nCreate the funny styles with the chokers round the neck\nFlossin at the chest hairs in a sequined vest\nRas kass the nova don juan, the phenomenon\nYou know i'm the bomb, i raise hell like spawn\n\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nTo all my live ones, not my shook ones\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nTo all the riders, not the hook ones\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nMusic to live by, music to die by\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nUhh, music to driveby...\n\n...to all my live ones, not my shook ones\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nTo all the riders, not the hook ones\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nMusic to live by, music to die by\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nUhh, music to driveby","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Understandable Smooth\n  artist: Ras Kass\n  album: Van Gogh\n  duration_ms: 194429\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  For the live ones not the shook ones\n  For the riders not the hook ones\n\n  Immaculate conception like a black madonna in mangers\n\n  My crew consist of millionaires failures and gangbangers\n  Say my name like candyman\n  Then i'm creepin out the cut with a gallon in hand\n  I span forty nine states bounce rock skate\n  Similar to movin weight out of state\n  Lyrics lacerate spinal columns \"i bury all cockroaches\"\n  Stare in his face, stomp-in on bustas like kirk franklin\n  Intrigued by the speed of a 911 porsche? \"but of course\"\n  Still screaming behold a pale horse\n  Watch my flame turn green like a promethean torch\n  Pay no child support when me and my divorce\n  Some of y'all cats in the game look confused\n  Where's your butterfly collar and your crocadile shoes?\n  Gotta pay dues, street crews -- you know it's off the hook when\n  Oh-three-one is gangbangin in brooklyn\n\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  To all my live ones, not my shook ones\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  To all the riders, not the hook ones\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  Music to live by, music to die by\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  Uhh, music to driveby\n\n  I puff the black & mild, crusin on a harley -- flickin ashes\n  Givin crazy baldheads the finger like bob marley\n  Suaver than synthetic players, that's my word\n  See ever since the days of turkish gold chains and cross cords\n  Uncle sam wanna play me on some\n  \"all you people do is get on welfare and have crack babies\"\n  Yeah maybe, but a lot of po-po is racists\n  They keep a brother fightin federal cases, \"ju know\"\n  I'm sick of gettin the short end of the stick -- so i sharpen it...\n  And stuck ron goldman\n  If ain't nothing wrong, something just ain't right\n  Sometimes i'd rather have two dykes than five mics\n  See i'm fat, my shit is mo' john blaze than that\n  I got john blaze shit, and then i was un-recognized, and then fuck that\n  Who is you to be askin me questions?\n  Bustin caps in nine-eight, exposin niggaz intestines\n\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  To all my live ones, not the shook ones\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  To all the riders, not the hook ones\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  Music to live by, music to die by\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  Uhh, music to driveby\n\n  Now if i ever fall off, then take a picture trick\n  But i'ma play dennis rodman and kick you in the... damn!\n  Hip-hop smoothed out on the r&b tip, with a pop feel appeal to it\n  I'm so for real to it\n  I cream it, wet dream it\n  Support it like a wonder bra, when i bust like cleavage\n  Eff a spot lock up, i rock three-quarter top nikes\n  On the handlebars of the homey beach crusin bikes\n  Fifty-thousand dollar warrants, just-us/justice, no peace\n  No bail, no release, from inglewood court\n  South to la brea then east to the pen, handcuffed\n  I shoulda jumped off the roof like mack 10\n  Create the funny styles with the chokers round the neck\n  Flossin at the chest hairs in a sequined vest\n  Ras kass the nova don juan, the phenomenon\n  You know i'm the bomb, i raise hell like spawn\n\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  To all my live ones, not my shook ones\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  To all the riders, not the hook ones\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  Music to live by, music to die by\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  Uhh, music to driveby...\n\n  ...to all my live ones, not my shook ones\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  To all the riders, not the hook ones\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  Music to live by, music to die by\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  Uhh, music to driveby\n"},{"id":21448863,"name":"Understandable Smooth","trackName":"Understandable Smooth","artistName":"Ras Kass","albumName":"Soul on Ice: Revisited (Rediscovered. Deconstructed.)","duration":245.256,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"For the live ones not the shook ones\nFor the riders not the hook ones\n\nImmaculate conception like a black madonna in mangers\n\nMy crew consist of millionaires failures and gangbangers\nSay my name like candyman\nThen i'm creepin out the cut with a gallon in hand\nI span forty nine states bounce rock skate\nSimilar to movin weight out of state\nLyrics lacerate spinal columns \"i bury all cockroaches\"\nStare in his face, stomp-in on bustas like kirk franklin\nIntrigued by the speed of a 911 porsche? \"but of course\"\nStill screaming behold a pale horse\nWatch my flame turn green like a promethean torch\nPay no child support when me and my divorce\nSome of y'all cats in the game look confused\nWhere's your butterfly collar and your crocadile shoes?\nGotta pay dues, street crews -- you know it's off the hook when\nOh-three-one is gangbangin in brooklyn\n\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nTo all my live ones, not my shook ones\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nTo all the riders, not the hook ones\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nMusic to live by, music to die by\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nUhh, music to driveby\n\nI puff the black & mild, crusin on a harley -- flickin ashes\nGivin crazy baldheads the finger like bob marley\nSuaver than synthetic players, that's my word\nSee ever since the days of turkish gold chains and cross cords\nUncle sam wanna play me on some\n\"all you people do is get on welfare and have crack babies\"\nYeah maybe, but a lot of po-po is racists\nThey keep a brother fightin federal cases, \"ju know\"\nI'm sick of gettin the short end of the stick -- so i sharpen it...\nAnd stuck ron goldman\nIf ain't nothing wrong, something just ain't right\nSometimes i'd rather have two dykes than five mics\nSee i'm fat, my shit is mo' john blaze than that\nI got john blaze shit, and then i was un-recognized, and then fuck that\nWho is you to be askin me questions?\nBustin caps in nine-eight, exposin niggaz intestines\n\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nTo all my live ones, not the shook ones\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nTo all the riders, not the hook ones\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nMusic to live by, music to die by\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nUhh, music to driveby\n\nNow if i ever fall off, then take a picture trick\nBut i'ma play dennis rodman and kick you in the... damn!\nHip-hop smoothed out on the r&b tip, with a pop feel appeal to it\nI'm so for real to it\nI cream it, wet dream it\nSupport it like a wonder bra, when i bust like cleavage\nEff a spot lock up, i rock three-quarter top nikes\nOn the handlebars of the homey beach crusin bikes\nFifty-thousand dollar warrants, just-us/justice, no peace\nNo bail, no release, from inglewood court\nSouth to la brea then east to the pen, handcuffed\nI shoulda jumped off the roof like mack 10\nCreate the funny styles with the chokers round the neck\nFlossin at the chest hairs in a sequined vest\nRas kass the nova don juan, the phenomenon\nYou know i'm the bomb, i raise hell like spawn\n\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nTo all my live ones, not my shook ones\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nTo all the riders, not the hook ones\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nMusic to live by, music to die by\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nUhh, music to driveby...\n\n...to all my live ones, not my shook ones\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nTo all the riders, not the hook ones\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nMusic to live by, music to die by\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nUhh, music to driveby","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Understandable Smooth\n  artist: Ras Kass\n  album: 'Soul on Ice: Revisited (Rediscovered. Deconstructed.)'\n  duration_ms: 245256\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  For the live ones not the shook ones\n  For the riders not the hook ones\n\n  Immaculate conception like a black madonna in mangers\n\n  My crew consist of millionaires failures and gangbangers\n  Say my name like candyman\n  Then i'm creepin out the cut with a gallon in hand\n  I span forty nine states bounce rock skate\n  Similar to movin weight out of state\n  Lyrics lacerate spinal columns \"i bury all cockroaches\"\n  Stare in his face, stomp-in on bustas like kirk franklin\n  Intrigued by the speed of a 911 porsche? \"but of course\"\n  Still screaming behold a pale horse\n  Watch my flame turn green like a promethean torch\n  Pay no child support when me and my divorce\n  Some of y'all cats in the game look confused\n  Where's your butterfly collar and your crocadile shoes?\n  Gotta pay dues, street crews -- you know it's off the hook when\n  Oh-three-one is gangbangin in brooklyn\n\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  To all my live ones, not my shook ones\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  To all the riders, not the hook ones\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  Music to live by, music to die by\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  Uhh, music to driveby\n\n  I puff the black & mild, crusin on a harley -- flickin ashes\n  Givin crazy baldheads the finger like bob marley\n  Suaver than synthetic players, that's my word\n  See ever since the days of turkish gold chains and cross cords\n  Uncle sam wanna play me on some\n  \"all you people do is get on welfare and have crack babies\"\n  Yeah maybe, but a lot of po-po is racists\n  They keep a brother fightin federal cases, \"ju know\"\n  I'm sick of gettin the short end of the stick -- so i sharpen it...\n  And stuck ron goldman\n  If ain't nothing wrong, something just ain't right\n  Sometimes i'd rather have two dykes than five mics\n  See i'm fat, my shit is mo' john blaze than that\n  I got john blaze shit, and then i was un-recognized, and then fuck that\n  Who is you to be askin me questions?\n  Bustin caps in nine-eight, exposin niggaz intestines\n\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  To all my live ones, not the shook ones\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  To all the riders, not the hook ones\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  Music to live by, music to die by\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  Uhh, music to driveby\n\n  Now if i ever fall off, then take a picture trick\n  But i'ma play dennis rodman and kick you in the... damn!\n  Hip-hop smoothed out on the r&b tip, with a pop feel appeal to it\n  I'm so for real to it\n  I cream it, wet dream it\n  Support it like a wonder bra, when i bust like cleavage\n  Eff a spot lock up, i rock three-quarter top nikes\n  On the handlebars of the homey beach crusin bikes\n  Fifty-thousand dollar warrants, just-us/justice, no peace\n  No bail, no release, from inglewood court\n  South to la brea then east to the pen, handcuffed\n  I shoulda jumped off the roof like mack 10\n  Create the funny styles with the chokers round the neck\n  Flossin at the chest hairs in a sequined vest\n  Ras kass the nova don juan, the phenomenon\n  You know i'm the bomb, i raise hell like spawn\n\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  To all my live ones, not my shook ones\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  To all the riders, not the hook ones\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  Music to live by, music to die by\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  Uhh, music to driveby...\n\n  ...to all my live ones, not my shook ones\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  To all the riders, not the hook ones\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  Music to live by, music to die by\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  Uhh, music to driveby\n"},{"id":33895884,"name":"Understandable Smooth","trackName":"Understandable Smooth","artistName":"Ras Kass","albumName":"The Endangered Lyricist","duration":246.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"For the live ones not the shook ones\nFor the riders not the hook ones\n\nImmaculate conception like a black madonna in mangers\n\nMy crew consist of millionaires failures and gangbangers\nSay my name like candyman\nThen i'm creepin out the cut with a gallon in hand\nI span forty nine states bounce rock skate\nSimilar to movin weight out of state\nLyrics lacerate spinal columns \"i bury all cockroaches\"\nStare in his face, stomp-in on bustas like kirk franklin\nIntrigued by the speed of a 911 porsche? \"but of course\"\nStill screaming behold a pale horse\nWatch my flame turn green like a promethean torch\nPay no child support when me and my divorce\nSome of y'all cats in the game look confused\nWhere's your butterfly collar and your crocadile shoes?\nGotta pay dues, street crews -- you know it's off the hook when\nOh-three-one is gangbangin in brooklyn\n\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nTo all my live ones, not my shook ones\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nTo all the riders, not the hook ones\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nMusic to live by, music to die by\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nUhh, music to driveby\n\nI puff the black & mild, crusin on a harley -- flickin ashes\nGivin crazy baldheads the finger like bob marley\nSuaver than synthetic players, that's my word\nSee ever since the days of turkish gold chains and cross cords\nUncle sam wanna play me on some\n\"all you people do is get on welfare and have crack babies\"\nYeah maybe, but a lot of po-po is racists\nThey keep a brother fightin federal cases, \"ju know\"\nI'm sick of gettin the short end of the stick -- so i sharpen it...\nAnd stuck ron goldman\nIf ain't nothing wrong, something just ain't right\nSometimes i'd rather have two dykes than five mics\nSee i'm fat, my shit is mo' john blaze than that\nI got john blaze shit, and then i was un-recognized, and then fuck that\nWho is you to be askin me questions?\nBustin caps in nine-eight, exposin niggaz intestines\n\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nTo all my live ones, not the shook ones\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nTo all the riders, not the hook ones\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nMusic to live by, music to die by\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nUhh, music to driveby\n\nNow if i ever fall off, then take a picture trick\nBut i'ma play dennis rodman and kick you in the... damn!\nHip-hop smoothed out on the r&b tip, with a pop feel appeal to it\nI'm so for real to it\nI cream it, wet dream it\nSupport it like a wonder bra, when i bust like cleavage\nEff a spot lock up, i rock three-quarter top nikes\nOn the handlebars of the homey beach crusin bikes\nFifty-thousand dollar warrants, just-us/justice, no peace\nNo bail, no release, from inglewood court\nSouth to la brea then east to the pen, handcuffed\nI shoulda jumped off the roof like mack 10\nCreate the funny styles with the chokers round the neck\nFlossin at the chest hairs in a sequined vest\nRas kass the nova don juan, the phenomenon\nYou know i'm the bomb, i raise hell like spawn\n\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nTo all my live ones, not my shook ones\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nTo all the riders, not the hook ones\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nMusic to live by, music to die by\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nUhh, music to driveby...\n\n...to all my live ones, not my shook ones\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nTo all the riders, not the hook ones\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nMusic to live by, music to die by\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nUhh, music to driveby","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Understandable Smooth\n  artist: Ras Kass\n  album: The Endangered Lyricist\n  duration_ms: 246000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  For the live ones not the shook ones\n  For the riders not the hook ones\n\n  Immaculate conception like a black madonna in mangers\n\n  My crew consist of millionaires failures and gangbangers\n  Say my name like candyman\n  Then i'm creepin out the cut with a gallon in hand\n  I span forty nine states bounce rock skate\n  Similar to movin weight out of state\n  Lyrics lacerate spinal columns \"i bury all cockroaches\"\n  Stare in his face, stomp-in on bustas like kirk franklin\n  Intrigued by the speed of a 911 porsche? \"but of course\"\n  Still screaming behold a pale horse\n  Watch my flame turn green like a promethean torch\n  Pay no child support when me and my divorce\n  Some of y'all cats in the game look confused\n  Where's your butterfly collar and your crocadile shoes?\n  Gotta pay dues, street crews -- you know it's off the hook when\n  Oh-three-one is gangbangin in brooklyn\n\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  To all my live ones, not my shook ones\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  To all the riders, not the hook ones\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  Music to live by, music to die by\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  Uhh, music to driveby\n\n  I puff the black & mild, crusin on a harley -- flickin ashes\n  Givin crazy baldheads the finger like bob marley\n  Suaver than synthetic players, that's my word\n  See ever since the days of turkish gold chains and cross cords\n  Uncle sam wanna play me on some\n  \"all you people do is get on welfare and have crack babies\"\n  Yeah maybe, but a lot of po-po is racists\n  They keep a brother fightin federal cases, \"ju know\"\n  I'm sick of gettin the short end of the stick -- so i sharpen it...\n  And stuck ron goldman\n  If ain't nothing wrong, something just ain't right\n  Sometimes i'd rather have two dykes than five mics\n  See i'm fat, my shit is mo' john blaze than that\n  I got john blaze shit, and then i was un-recognized, and then fuck that\n  Who is you to be askin me questions?\n  Bustin caps in nine-eight, exposin niggaz intestines\n\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  To all my live ones, not the shook ones\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  To all the riders, not the hook ones\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  Music to live by, music to die by\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  Uhh, music to driveby\n\n  Now if i ever fall off, then take a picture trick\n  But i'ma play dennis rodman and kick you in the... damn!\n  Hip-hop smoothed out on the r&b tip, with a pop feel appeal to it\n  I'm so for real to it\n  I cream it, wet dream it\n  Support it like a wonder bra, when i bust like cleavage\n  Eff a spot lock up, i rock three-quarter top nikes\n  On the handlebars of the homey beach crusin bikes\n  Fifty-thousand dollar warrants, just-us/justice, no peace\n  No bail, no release, from inglewood court\n  South to la brea then east to the pen, handcuffed\n  I shoulda jumped off the roof like mack 10\n  Create the funny styles with the chokers round the neck\n  Flossin at the chest hairs in a sequined vest\n  Ras kass the nova don juan, the phenomenon\n  You know i'm the bomb, i raise hell like spawn\n\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  To all my live ones, not my shook ones\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  To all the riders, not the hook ones\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  Music to live by, music to die by\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  Uhh, music to driveby...\n\n  ...to all my live ones, not my shook ones\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  To all the riders, not the hook ones\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  Music to live by, music to die by\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  Uhh, music to driveby\n"},{"id":39818831,"name":"Understandable Smooth","trackName":"Understandable Smooth","artistName":"Ras Kass","albumName":"12\" Record","duration":239.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"For the live ones not the shook ones\nFor the riders not the hook ones\n\nImmaculate conception like a black madonna in mangers\n\nMy crew consist of millionaires failures and gangbangers\nSay my name like candyman\nThen i'm creepin out the cut with a gallon in hand\nI span forty nine states bounce rock skate\nSimilar to movin weight out of state\nLyrics lacerate spinal columns \"i bury all cockroaches\"\nStare in his face, stomp-in on bustas like kirk franklin\nIntrigued by the speed of a 911 porsche? \"but of course\"\nStill screaming behold a pale horse\nWatch my flame turn green like a promethean torch\nPay no child support when me and my divorce\nSome of y'all cats in the game look confused\nWhere's your butterfly collar and your crocadile shoes?\nGotta pay dues, street crews -- you know it's off the hook when\nOh-three-one is gangbangin in brooklyn\n\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nTo all my live ones, not my shook ones\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nTo all the riders, not the hook ones\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nMusic to live by, music to die by\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nUhh, music to driveby\n\nI puff the black & mild, crusin on a harley -- flickin ashes\nGivin crazy baldheads the finger like bob marley\nSuaver than synthetic players, that's my word\nSee ever since the days of turkish gold chains and cross cords\nUncle sam wanna play me on some\n\"all you people do is get on welfare and have crack babies\"\nYeah maybe, but a lot of po-po is racists\nThey keep a brother fightin federal cases, \"ju know\"\nI'm sick of gettin the short end of the stick -- so i sharpen it...\nAnd stuck ron goldman\nIf ain't nothing wrong, something just ain't right\nSometimes i'd rather have two dykes than five mics\nSee i'm fat, my shit is mo' john blaze than that\nI got john blaze shit, and then i was un-recognized, and then fuck that\nWho is you to be askin me questions?\nBustin caps in nine-eight, exposin niggaz intestines\n\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nTo all my live ones, not the shook ones\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nTo all the riders, not the hook ones\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nMusic to live by, music to die by\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nUhh, music to driveby\n\nNow if i ever fall off, then take a picture trick\nBut i'ma play dennis rodman and kick you in the... damn!\nHip-hop smoothed out on the r&b tip, with a pop feel appeal to it\nI'm so for real to it\nI cream it, wet dream it\nSupport it like a wonder bra, when i bust like cleavage\nEff a spot lock up, i rock three-quarter top nikes\nOn the handlebars of the homey beach crusin bikes\nFifty-thousand dollar warrants, just-us/justice, no peace\nNo bail, no release, from inglewood court\nSouth to la brea then east to the pen, handcuffed\nI shoulda jumped off the roof like mack 10\nCreate the funny styles with the chokers round the neck\nFlossin at the chest hairs in a sequined vest\nRas kass the nova don juan, the phenomenon\nYou know i'm the bomb, i raise hell like spawn\n\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nTo all my live ones, not my shook ones\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nTo all the riders, not the hook ones\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nMusic to live by, music to die by\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nUhh, music to driveby...\n\n...to all my live ones, not my shook ones\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nTo all the riders, not the hook ones\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nMusic to live by, music to die by\n\"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\nUhh, music to driveby","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Understandable Smooth\n  artist: Ras Kass\n  album: 12\" Record\n  duration_ms: 238926\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  For the live ones not the shook ones\n  For the riders not the hook ones\n\n  Immaculate conception like a black madonna in mangers\n\n  My crew consist of millionaires failures and gangbangers\n  Say my name like candyman\n  Then i'm creepin out the cut with a gallon in hand\n  I span forty nine states bounce rock skate\n  Similar to movin weight out of state\n  Lyrics lacerate spinal columns \"i bury all cockroaches\"\n  Stare in his face, stomp-in on bustas like kirk franklin\n  Intrigued by the speed of a 911 porsche? \"but of course\"\n  Still screaming behold a pale horse\n  Watch my flame turn green like a promethean torch\n  Pay no child support when me and my divorce\n  Some of y'all cats in the game look confused\n  Where's your butterfly collar and your crocadile shoes?\n  Gotta pay dues, street crews -- you know it's off the hook when\n  Oh-three-one is gangbangin in brooklyn\n\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  To all my live ones, not my shook ones\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  To all the riders, not the hook ones\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  Music to live by, music to die by\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  Uhh, music to driveby\n\n  I puff the black & mild, crusin on a harley -- flickin ashes\n  Givin crazy baldheads the finger like bob marley\n  Suaver than synthetic players, that's my word\n  See ever since the days of turkish gold chains and cross cords\n  Uncle sam wanna play me on some\n  \"all you people do is get on welfare and have crack babies\"\n  Yeah maybe, but a lot of po-po is racists\n  They keep a brother fightin federal cases, \"ju know\"\n  I'm sick of gettin the short end of the stick -- so i sharpen it...\n  And stuck ron goldman\n  If ain't nothing wrong, something just ain't right\n  Sometimes i'd rather have two dykes than five mics\n  See i'm fat, my shit is mo' john blaze than that\n  I got john blaze shit, and then i was un-recognized, and then fuck that\n  Who is you to be askin me questions?\n  Bustin caps in nine-eight, exposin niggaz intestines\n\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  To all my live ones, not the shook ones\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  To all the riders, not the hook ones\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  Music to live by, music to die by\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  Uhh, music to driveby\n\n  Now if i ever fall off, then take a picture trick\n  But i'ma play dennis rodman and kick you in the... damn!\n  Hip-hop smoothed out on the r&b tip, with a pop feel appeal to it\n  I'm so for real to it\n  I cream it, wet dream it\n  Support it like a wonder bra, when i bust like cleavage\n  Eff a spot lock up, i rock three-quarter top nikes\n  On the handlebars of the homey beach crusin bikes\n  Fifty-thousand dollar warrants, just-us/justice, no peace\n  No bail, no release, from inglewood court\n  South to la brea then east to the pen, handcuffed\n  I shoulda jumped off the roof like mack 10\n  Create the funny styles with the chokers round the neck\n  Flossin at the chest hairs in a sequined vest\n  Ras kass the nova don juan, the phenomenon\n  You know i'm the bomb, i raise hell like spawn\n\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  To all my live ones, not my shook ones\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  To all the riders, not the hook ones\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  Music to live by, music to die by\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  Uhh, music to driveby...\n\n  ...to all my live ones, not my shook ones\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  To all the riders, not the hook ones\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  Music to live by, music to die by\n  \"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\" --> nas\n  Uhh, music to driveby\n"},{"id":29606160,"name":"06 Understandable Smooth","trackName":"06 Understandable Smooth","artistName":"Ras Kass","albumName":"The Endangered Lyricist","duration":246.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"For the live ones, not the shook ones\nFor the riders, not the hook ones\n\nImmaculate conception, like the black Madonna in mangers\nMy crew consists of millionaires, failures and gangbangers\nSay my name like Candyman\nThen I'm creepin' out the cut with a gallon in hand\nI span forty-nine states, bounce, rock, skate\nSimilar to movin' weight out of state\nLyrics lacerate spinal columns, I bury\nYou cockroaches (Dead and stankin')\nStompin' on bustas like Kirk Franklin\nIntrigued by the speed of a 911 Porsche? (But of course)\nStill screamin', \"Behold a pale horse\"\nWatch my flame turn green like the Promethean torch\nPay no child support when me and my mic divorce\nSome of y'all cats in the game look confused\nWith your butterfly collars and your crocodile shoes\n(Gotta pay dues, Street Crew) You know it's off the hook when\n031 Is gangbangin' in Brooklyn\n\n\"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\nTo all my live ones, not my shook ones\n\"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\nTo all the riders, not the hook ones\n\"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\nMusic to live by, music to die by\n\"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\nUh, music to drive by\n\nI puff the blackened mouth, cruisin' on the Harley (Flickin' asses)\nGivin' crazy barheads the finger like Bob Marley\nSuaver than synthetic players, that's my word\nSee, ever since the days of Turkish gold chains and cross cords\nUncle Sam wanna play me on small\nAll you people do is get on welfare and have crack babies\nYeah, maybe, but a lot of po-po is racist\nThey keep a brother fightin' federal cases (You know?)\nSick of gettin' the short end of the stick, so I sharpened it\nAnd stuck Ron Goldman\nIf ain't nothin' wrong, somethin' just ain't right\nSometimes I'd rather have two dykes than five mics\nSee, I'm fat, my shit is more John Blaze than that\nI got John Blaze shit, and they not resp— I mean, recognizin' it\nFuck that, who is you to be askin' me questions?\nBustin' caps in '98, exposin' niggas' intestines\n\n\"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\nTo all my live ones, not the shook ones\n\"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\nTo all the riders, not the hook ones\n\"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\nMusic to live by, music to die by\n\"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\nMusic to drive by, ain't nothin' sweet\n\nNow if I ever fall off, then take a picture, trick\nBut I'ma play Dennis Rodman and kick you in the (Damn)\nHip-hop smoothed out on the R&B tip\nWith a pop feel appeal to it, I'm so for real to it\nI cream it, wet dream it\nSupported like a Wonder Bra when I bust like Cleveland\nF a spotlight, I rock three-quarter top Nikes\nOn the handlebars of the homie beach cruiser bike\nFifty thousand dollar warrant, just us, no peace\nNo bail, no release, from Inglewood court\nSouth of La Brea, ten east to the pen' (Handcuffed)\nI should've jumped off the roof like Mack 10\nWe hate the funny styles with the chokers 'round they neck\nFlossin' nappy chest hairs and a sequined vest\nRas Kassanova, Don Juan the phenomenon\nYou know I'm the bomb, I raise hell like Spawn\n\n\"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\nTo all my live ones, not the shook ones\n\"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\nTo all the riders, not the hook ones\n\"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\nMusic to live by, music to die by\n\"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\nUh, music to drive by\nTo all my live ones, not the shook ones\n\"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\nTo all the riders, not the hook ones\n\"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\nMusic to live by, music to die by\n\"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\nMusic to drive by","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 06 Understandable Smooth\n  artist: Ras Kass\n  album: The Endangered Lyricist\n  duration_ms: 246000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  For the live ones, not the shook ones\n  For the riders, not the hook ones\n\n  Immaculate conception, like the black Madonna in mangers\n  My crew consists of millionaires, failures and gangbangers\n  Say my name like Candyman\n  Then I'm creepin' out the cut with a gallon in hand\n  I span forty-nine states, bounce, rock, skate\n  Similar to movin' weight out of state\n  Lyrics lacerate spinal columns, I bury\n  You cockroaches (Dead and stankin')\n  Stompin' on bustas like Kirk Franklin\n  Intrigued by the speed of a 911 Porsche? (But of course)\n  Still screamin', \"Behold a pale horse\"\n  Watch my flame turn green like the Promethean torch\n  Pay no child support when me and my mic divorce\n  Some of y'all cats in the game look confused\n  With your butterfly collars and your crocodile shoes\n  (Gotta pay dues, Street Crew) You know it's off the hook when\n  031 Is gangbangin' in Brooklyn\n\n  \"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\n  To all my live ones, not my shook ones\n  \"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\n  To all the riders, not the hook ones\n  \"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\n  Music to live by, music to die by\n  \"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\n  Uh, music to drive by\n\n  I puff the blackened mouth, cruisin' on the Harley (Flickin' asses)\n  Givin' crazy barheads the finger like Bob Marley\n  Suaver than synthetic players, that's my word\n  See, ever since the days of Turkish gold chains and cross cords\n  Uncle Sam wanna play me on small\n  All you people do is get on welfare and have crack babies\n  Yeah, maybe, but a lot of po-po is racist\n  They keep a brother fightin' federal cases (You know?)\n  Sick of gettin' the short end of the stick, so I sharpened it\n  And stuck Ron Goldman\n  If ain't nothin' wrong, somethin' just ain't right\n  Sometimes I'd rather have two dykes than five mics\n  See, I'm fat, my shit is more John Blaze than that\n  I got John Blaze shit, and they not resp— I mean, recognizin' it\n  Fuck that, who is you to be askin' me questions?\n  Bustin' caps in '98, exposin' niggas' intestines\n\n  \"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\n  To all my live ones, not the shook ones\n  \"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\n  To all the riders, not the hook ones\n  \"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\n  Music to live by, music to die by\n  \"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\n  Music to drive by, ain't nothin' sweet\n\n  Now if I ever fall off, then take a picture, trick\n  But I'ma play Dennis Rodman and kick you in the (Damn)\n  Hip-hop smoothed out on the R&B tip\n  With a pop feel appeal to it, I'm so for real to it\n  I cream it, wet dream it\n  Supported like a Wonder Bra when I bust like Cleveland\n  F a spotlight, I rock three-quarter top Nikes\n  On the handlebars of the homie beach cruiser bike\n  Fifty thousand dollar warrant, just us, no peace\n  No bail, no release, from Inglewood court\n  South of La Brea, ten east to the pen' (Handcuffed)\n  I should've jumped off the roof like Mack 10\n  We hate the funny styles with the chokers 'round they neck\n  Flossin' nappy chest hairs and a sequined vest\n  Ras Kassanova, Don Juan the phenomenon\n  You know I'm the bomb, I raise hell like Spawn\n\n  \"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\n  To all my live ones, not the shook ones\n  \"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\n  To all the riders, not the hook ones\n  \"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\n  Music to live by, music to die by\n  \"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\n  Uh, music to drive by\n  To all my live ones, not the shook ones\n  \"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\n  To all the riders, not the hook ones\n  \"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\n  Music to live by, music to die by\n  \"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\n  Music to drive by\n"},{"id":29189847,"name":"Understandable Smooth.mp3","trackName":"Understandable Smooth.mp3","artistName":"Ras Kass","albumName":"Van Gogh","duration":246.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"For the live ones, not the shook ones\nFor the riders, not the hook ones\n\nImmaculate conception, like the black Madonna in mangers\nMy crew consists of millionaires, failures and gangbangers\nSay my name like Candyman\nThen I'm creepin' out the cut with a gallon in hand\nI span forty-nine states, bounce, rock, skate\nSimilar to movin' weight out of state\nLyrics lacerate spinal columns, I bury\nYou cockroaches (Dead and stankin')\nStompin' on bustas like Kirk Franklin\nIntrigued by the speed of a 911 Porsche? (But of course)\nStill screamin', \"Behold a pale horse\"\nWatch my flame turn green like the Promethean torch\nPay no child support when me and my mic divorce\nSome of y'all cats in the game look confused\nWith your butterfly collars and your crocodile shoes\n(Gotta pay dues, Street Crew) You know it's off the hook when\n031 Is gangbangin' in Brooklyn\n\n\"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\nTo all my live ones, not my shook ones\n\"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\nTo all the riders, not the hook ones\n\"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\nMusic to live by, music to die by\n\"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\nUh, music to drive by\n\nI puff the blackened mouth, cruisin' on the Harley (Flickin' asses)\nGivin' crazy barheads the finger like Bob Marley\nSuaver than synthetic players, that's my word\nSee, ever since the days of Turkish gold chains and cross cords\nUncle Sam wanna play me on small\nAll you people do is get on welfare and have crack babies\nYeah, maybe, but a lot of po-po is racist\nThey keep a brother fightin' federal cases (You know?)\nSick of gettin' the short end of the stick, so I sharpened it\nAnd stuck Ron Goldman\nIf ain't nothin' wrong, somethin' just ain't right\nSometimes I'd rather have two dykes than five mics\nSee, I'm fat, my shit is more John Blaze than that\nI got John Blaze shit, and they not resp— I mean, recognizin' it\nFuck that, who is you to be askin' me questions?\nBustin' caps in '98, exposin' niggas' intestines\n\n\"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\nTo all my live ones, not the shook ones\n\"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\nTo all the riders, not the hook ones\n\"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\nMusic to live by, music to die by\n\"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\nMusic to drive by, ain't nothin' sweet\n\nNow if I ever fall off, then take a picture, trick\nBut I'ma play Dennis Rodman and kick you in the (Damn)\nHip-hop smoothed out on the R&B tip\nWith a pop feel appeal to it, I'm so for real to it\nI cream it, wet dream it\nSupported like a Wonder Bra when I bust like Cleveland\nF a spotlight, I rock three-quarter top Nikes\nOn the handlebars of the homie beach cruiser bike\nFifty thousand dollar warrant, just us, no peace\nNo bail, no release, from Inglewood court\nSouth of La Brea, ten east to the pen' (Handcuffed)\nI should've jumped off the roof like Mack 10\nWe hate the funny styles with the chokers 'round they neck\nFlossin' nappy chest hairs and a sequined vest\nRas Kassanova, Don Juan the phenomenon\nYou know I'm the bomb, I raise hell like Spawn\n\n\"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\nTo all my live ones, not the shook ones\n\"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\nTo all the riders, not the hook ones\n\"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\nMusic to live by, music to die by\n\"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\nUh, music to drive by\nTo all my live ones, not the shook ones\n\"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\nTo all the riders, not the hook ones\n\"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\nMusic to live by, music to die by\n\"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\nMusic to drive by","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Understandable Smooth.mp3\n  artist: Ras Kass\n  album: Van Gogh\n  duration_ms: 246000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  For the live ones, not the shook ones\n  For the riders, not the hook ones\n\n  Immaculate conception, like the black Madonna in mangers\n  My crew consists of millionaires, failures and gangbangers\n  Say my name like Candyman\n  Then I'm creepin' out the cut with a gallon in hand\n  I span forty-nine states, bounce, rock, skate\n  Similar to movin' weight out of state\n  Lyrics lacerate spinal columns, I bury\n  You cockroaches (Dead and stankin')\n  Stompin' on bustas like Kirk Franklin\n  Intrigued by the speed of a 911 Porsche? (But of course)\n  Still screamin', \"Behold a pale horse\"\n  Watch my flame turn green like the Promethean torch\n  Pay no child support when me and my mic divorce\n  Some of y'all cats in the game look confused\n  With your butterfly collars and your crocodile shoes\n  (Gotta pay dues, Street Crew) You know it's off the hook when\n  031 Is gangbangin' in Brooklyn\n\n  \"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\n  To all my live ones, not my shook ones\n  \"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\n  To all the riders, not the hook ones\n  \"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\n  Music to live by, music to die by\n  \"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\n  Uh, music to drive by\n\n  I puff the blackened mouth, cruisin' on the Harley (Flickin' asses)\n  Givin' crazy barheads the finger like Bob Marley\n  Suaver than synthetic players, that's my word\n  See, ever since the days of Turkish gold chains and cross cords\n  Uncle Sam wanna play me on small\n  All you people do is get on welfare and have crack babies\n  Yeah, maybe, but a lot of po-po is racist\n  They keep a brother fightin' federal cases (You know?)\n  Sick of gettin' the short end of the stick, so I sharpened it\n  And stuck Ron Goldman\n  If ain't nothin' wrong, somethin' just ain't right\n  Sometimes I'd rather have two dykes than five mics\n  See, I'm fat, my shit is more John Blaze than that\n  I got John Blaze shit, and they not resp— I mean, recognizin' it\n  Fuck that, who is you to be askin' me questions?\n  Bustin' caps in '98, exposin' niggas' intestines\n\n  \"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\n  To all my live ones, not the shook ones\n  \"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\n  To all the riders, not the hook ones\n  \"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\n  Music to live by, music to die by\n  \"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\n  Music to drive by, ain't nothin' sweet\n\n  Now if I ever fall off, then take a picture, trick\n  But I'ma play Dennis Rodman and kick you in the (Damn)\n  Hip-hop smoothed out on the R&B tip\n  With a pop feel appeal to it, I'm so for real to it\n  I cream it, wet dream it\n  Supported like a Wonder Bra when I bust like Cleveland\n  F a spotlight, I rock three-quarter top Nikes\n  On the handlebars of the homie beach cruiser bike\n  Fifty thousand dollar warrant, just us, no peace\n  No bail, no release, from Inglewood court\n  South of La Brea, ten east to the pen' (Handcuffed)\n  I should've jumped off the roof like Mack 10\n  We hate the funny styles with the chokers 'round they neck\n  Flossin' nappy chest hairs and a sequined vest\n  Ras Kassanova, Don Juan the phenomenon\n  You know I'm the bomb, I raise hell like Spawn\n\n  \"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\n  To all my live ones, not the shook ones\n  \"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\n  To all the riders, not the hook ones\n  \"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\n  Music to live by, music to die by\n  \"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\n  Uh, music to drive by\n  To all my live ones, not the shook ones\n  \"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\n  To all the riders, not the hook ones\n  \"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\n  Music to live by, music to die by\n  \"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\n  Music to drive by\n"},{"id":37319051,"name":"Understandable Smooth","trackName":"Understandable Smooth","artistName":"Ras Kass - Van Gogh - 16","albumName":"Van Gogh (Retail)","duration":246.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"For the live ones, not the shook ones\nFor the riders, not the hook ones\n\nImmaculate conception, like the black Madonna in mangers\nMy crew consists of millionaires, failures and gangbangers\nSay my name like Candyman\nThen I'm creepin' out the cut with a gallon in hand\nI span forty-nine states, bounce, rock, skate\nSimilar to movin' weight out of state\nLyrics lacerate spinal columns, I bury\nYou cockroaches (Dead and stankin')\nStompin' on bustas like Kirk Franklin\nIntrigued by the speed of a 911 Porsche? (But of course)\nStill screamin', \"Behold a pale horse\"\nWatch my flame turn green like the Promethean torch\nPay no child support when me and my mic divorce\nSome of y'all cats in the game look confused\nWith your butterfly collars and your crocodile shoes\n(Gotta pay dues, Street Crew) You know it's off the hook when\n031 Is gangbangin' in Brooklyn\n\n\"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\nTo all my live ones, not my shook ones\n\"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\nTo all the riders, not the hook ones\n\"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\nMusic to live by, music to die by\n\"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\nUh, music to drive by\n\nI puff the blackened mouth, cruisin' on the Harley (Flickin' asses)\nGivin' crazy barheads the finger like Bob Marley\nSuaver than synthetic players, that's my word\nSee, ever since the days of Turkish gold chains and cross cords\nUncle Sam wanna play me on small\nAll you people do is get on welfare and have crack babies\nYeah, maybe, but a lot of po-po is racist\nThey keep a brother fightin' federal cases (You know?)\nSick of gettin' the short end of the stick, so I sharpened it\nAnd stuck Ron Goldman\nIf ain't nothin' wrong, somethin' just ain't right\nSometimes I'd rather have two dykes than five mics\nSee, I'm fat, my shit is more John Blaze than that\nI got John Blaze shit, and they not resp— I mean, recognizin' it\nFuck that, who is you to be askin' me questions?\nBustin' caps in '98, exposin' niggas' intestines\n\n\"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\nTo all my live ones, not the shook ones\n\"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\nTo all the riders, not the hook ones\n\"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\nMusic to live by, music to die by\n\"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\nMusic to drive by, ain't nothin' sweet\n\nNow if I ever fall off, then take a picture, trick\nBut I'ma play Dennis Rodman and kick you in the (Damn)\nHip-hop smoothed out on the R&B tip\nWith a pop feel appeal to it, I'm so for real to it\nI cream it, wet dream it\nSupported like a Wonder Bra when I bust like Cleveland\nF a spotlight, I rock three-quarter top Nikes\nOn the handlebars of the homie beach cruiser bike\nFifty thousand dollar warrant, just us, no peace\nNo bail, no release, from Inglewood court\nSouth of La Brea, ten east to the pen' (Handcuffed)\nI should've jumped off the roof like Mack 10\nWe hate the funny styles with the chokers 'round they neck\nFlossin' nappy chest hairs and a sequined vest\nRas Kassanova, Don Juan the phenomenon\nYou know I'm the bomb, I raise hell like Spawn\n\n\"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\nTo all my live ones, not the shook ones\n\"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\nTo all the riders, not the hook ones\n\"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\nMusic to live by, music to die by\n\"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\nUh, music to drive by\nTo all my live ones, not the shook ones\n\"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\nTo all the riders, not the hook ones\n\"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\nMusic to live by, music to die by\n\"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\nMusic to drive by","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Understandable Smooth\n  artist: Ras Kass - Van Gogh - 16\n  album: Van Gogh (Retail)\n  duration_ms: 246209\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  For the live ones, not the shook ones\n  For the riders, not the hook ones\n\n  Immaculate conception, like the black Madonna in mangers\n  My crew consists of millionaires, failures and gangbangers\n  Say my name like Candyman\n  Then I'm creepin' out the cut with a gallon in hand\n  I span forty-nine states, bounce, rock, skate\n  Similar to movin' weight out of state\n  Lyrics lacerate spinal columns, I bury\n  You cockroaches (Dead and stankin')\n  Stompin' on bustas like Kirk Franklin\n  Intrigued by the speed of a 911 Porsche? (But of course)\n  Still screamin', \"Behold a pale horse\"\n  Watch my flame turn green like the Promethean torch\n  Pay no child support when me and my mic divorce\n  Some of y'all cats in the game look confused\n  With your butterfly collars and your crocodile shoes\n  (Gotta pay dues, Street Crew) You know it's off the hook when\n  031 Is gangbangin' in Brooklyn\n\n  \"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\n  To all my live ones, not my shook ones\n  \"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\n  To all the riders, not the hook ones\n  \"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\n  Music to live by, music to die by\n  \"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\n  Uh, music to drive by\n\n  I puff the blackened mouth, cruisin' on the Harley (Flickin' asses)\n  Givin' crazy barheads the finger like Bob Marley\n  Suaver than synthetic players, that's my word\n  See, ever since the days of Turkish gold chains and cross cords\n  Uncle Sam wanna play me on small\n  All you people do is get on welfare and have crack babies\n  Yeah, maybe, but a lot of po-po is racist\n  They keep a brother fightin' federal cases (You know?)\n  Sick of gettin' the short end of the stick, so I sharpened it\n  And stuck Ron Goldman\n  If ain't nothin' wrong, somethin' just ain't right\n  Sometimes I'd rather have two dykes than five mics\n  See, I'm fat, my shit is more John Blaze than that\n  I got John Blaze shit, and they not resp— I mean, recognizin' it\n  Fuck that, who is you to be askin' me questions?\n  Bustin' caps in '98, exposin' niggas' intestines\n\n  \"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\n  To all my live ones, not the shook ones\n  \"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\n  To all the riders, not the hook ones\n  \"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\n  Music to live by, music to die by\n  \"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\n  Music to drive by, ain't nothin' sweet\n\n  Now if I ever fall off, then take a picture, trick\n  But I'ma play Dennis Rodman and kick you in the (Damn)\n  Hip-hop smoothed out on the R&B tip\n  With a pop feel appeal to it, I'm so for real to it\n  I cream it, wet dream it\n  Supported like a Wonder Bra when I bust like Cleveland\n  F a spotlight, I rock three-quarter top Nikes\n  On the handlebars of the homie beach cruiser bike\n  Fifty thousand dollar warrant, just us, no peace\n  No bail, no release, from Inglewood court\n  South of La Brea, ten east to the pen' (Handcuffed)\n  I should've jumped off the roof like Mack 10\n  We hate the funny styles with the chokers 'round they neck\n  Flossin' nappy chest hairs and a sequined vest\n  Ras Kassanova, Don Juan the phenomenon\n  You know I'm the bomb, I raise hell like Spawn\n\n  \"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\n  To all my live ones, not the shook ones\n  \"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\n  To all the riders, not the hook ones\n  \"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\n  Music to live by, music to die by\n  \"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\n  Uh, music to drive by\n  To all my live ones, not the shook ones\n  \"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\n  To all the riders, not the hook ones\n  \"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\n  Music to live by, music to die by\n  \"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\"\n  Music to drive by\n"}]