[{"id":16874930,"name":"02 - Bobyahed2dis - Redman","trackName":"02 - Bobyahed2dis - Redman","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Dare Iz A Darkside","duration":170.666063,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And I say... right about now you are rockin with the best!\nCan I get a hit? *inhale* *coughing* Thank you *coughing*\nWhat you're about to experience is a walk on the Funkadelic side\nWho knows better than the Funkadelic devil himself\nTo all knotty head niggaz, bob to this\nCome walk with Def Squad on the darkside\nComing to you live and direct without further adieu\nI bring to you Redman one more time\nThis is Jeff Stewart and you know how I do it... god DAYAM!\n\n(Redman)\nSo who's that funky nigga that's known to kick the fat shit?\nThe mirror said \"You are, you conceited bastard\"\n*cutting and scratching of bastard*\nDone by the dogcatcher, dogcatcher, it's the dogfetcher, I betcha\nAahhhhhhhhhhh, with the slang\nGet you coughed up from the weed it'll bust your brain\nThe top notch of hip-hop and I'm on the charts\nI'm catchin applause when I rock the micraphone from the heart\nMy style's foul, so look into the eyes of Lorimars\nAs you can see, I drop funk bars from here to Mars\nStill rollin down the highway wit my forty between my lap bitch\nCrossin DTW, coming into my lap and\nBoy my skills are stacks, I love to do it from the back\nMy style swarms over ghettoes like crack\nBlow in any hood and puff a blunt with any nigga\nAs long as we both got, it don't matter who's gun bigger\nBut I bet you you can't do that, cause the multiplatinums\ncan't save your ass on the block, and you're fucked if it ain't pop\nThe funk is blowin wattage out your fuckin trunks\nLike peak Puma, I known to give a whole lots of lumps\nProps I got, coming through your block nine cocked\nMy socks, even got three-eighty-nine shots\nDon't press it, I hang em like them niggaz do in Texas\nYou don't have no heart you chestless, cuz your heart's on my necklace\nI give props to real MC's like KRS-One\nKool G Rap, Buckshot, Busta me and I'm from\nThe East coast! Where a nigga like you get that fat?\nAnd since you came out gassed, well I'm closin your gas cap\nThe creature, from the deeper, ultimate funk freaker\nRepresent New Jersey, keep your eyes up on the bleacher\nA menace like Dennis, I got game like Ennis\nI can french-kiss my lyrics, then I run trains with sentence\nLord have mercy! It's too much funk to cope with\nDroppin dope shit after dope shit, we're atrocious\nThat's from the lungs, that rings from here to kingdom come\nAnd I don't have to be a Special Ed to get dumb!","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.55] And I say... right about now you are rockin with the best!\n[00:16.45] Can I get a hit? *inhale* *coughing* Thank you *coughing*\n[00:19.13] What you're about to experience is a walk on the Funkadelic side\n[00:25.08] Who knows better than the Funkadelic devil himself\n[00:26.04] To all knotty head niggaz, bob to this\n[00:28.89] Come walk with Def Squad on the darkside\n[00:31.12] Coming to you live and direct without further adieu\n[00:33.95] I bring to you Redman one more time\n[00:36.58] This is Jeff Stewart and you know how I do it... god DAYAM!\n[00:42.25] (Redman)\n[00:42.73] So who's that funky nigga that's known to kick the fat shit?\n[00:46.83] The mirror said \"You are, you conceited bastard\"\n[00:49.78] *cutting and scratching of bastard*\n[00:53.95] Done by the dogcatcher, dogcatcher, it's the dogfetcher, I betcha\n[01:00.45] Aahhhhhhhhhhh, with the slang\n[01:03.97] Get you coughed up from the weed it'll bust your brain\n[01:06.42] The top notch of hip-hop and I'm on the charts\n[01:08.51] I'm catchin applause when I rock the micraphone from the heart\n[01:11.41] My style's foul, so look into the eyes of Lorimars\n[01:14.25] As you can see, I drop funk bars from here to Mars\n[01:16.96] Still rollin down the highway wit my forty between my lap bitch\n[01:19.82] Crossin DTW, coming into my lap and\n[01:22.52] Boy my skills are stacks, I love to do it from the back\n[01:25.33] My style swarms over ghettoes like crack\n[01:27.71] Blow in any hood and puff a blunt with any nigga\n[01:30.77] As long as we both got, it don't matter who's gun bigger\n[01:33.52] But I bet you you can't do that, cause the multiplatinums\n[01:36.33] can't save your ass on the block, and you're fucked if it ain't pop\n[01:39.13] The funk is blowin wattage out your fuckin trunks\n[01:41.88] Like peak Puma, I known to give a whole lots of lumps\n[01:44.55] Props I got, coming through your block nine cocked\n[01:47.19] My socks, even got three-eighty-nine shots\n[01:49.74] Don't press it, I hang em like them niggaz do in Texas\n[01:52.89] You don't have no heart you chestless, cuz your heart's on my necklace\n[01:55.57] I give props to real MC's like KRS-One\n[01:58.38] Kool G Rap, Buckshot, Busta me and I'm from\n[02:00.98] The East coast! Where a nigga like you get that fat?\n[02:03.90] And since you came out gassed, well I'm closin your gas cap\n[02:06.53] The creature, from the deeper, ultimate funk freaker\n[02:09.37] Represent New Jersey, keep your eyes up on the bleacher\n[02:12.26] A menace like Dennis, I got game like Ennis\n[02:14.86] I can french-kiss my lyrics, then I run trains with sentence\n[02:17.91] Lord have mercy! It's too much funk to cope with\n[02:20.44] Droppin dope shit after dope shit, we're atrocious\n[02:23.13] That's from the lungs, that rings from here to kingdom come\n[02:25.97] And I don't have to be a Special Ed to get dumb!\n[02:28.92] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: 02 - Bobyahed2dis - Redman\n artist: Redman\n album: Dare Iz A Darkside\n duration_ms: 170666\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And I say... right about now you are rockin with the best!\n start_ms: 11550\n end_ms: 16450\n- text: Can I get a hit? *inhale* *coughing* Thank you *coughing*\n start_ms: 16450\n end_ms: 19130\n- text: What you're about to experience is a walk on the Funkadelic side\n start_ms: 19130\n end_ms: 25080\n- text: Who knows better than the Funkadelic devil himself\n start_ms: 25080\n end_ms: 26040\n- text: To all knotty head niggaz, bob to this\n start_ms: 26040\n end_ms: 28890\n- text: Come walk with Def Squad on the darkside\n start_ms: 28890\n end_ms: 31120\n- text: Coming to you live and direct without further adieu\n start_ms: 31120\n end_ms: 33950\n- text: I bring to you Redman one more time\n start_ms: 33950\n end_ms: 36580\n- text: This is Jeff Stewart and you know how I do it... god DAYAM!\n start_ms: 36580\n end_ms: 42250\n- text: (Redman)\n start_ms: 42250\n end_ms: 42730\n- text: So who's that funky nigga that's known to kick the fat shit?\n start_ms: 42730\n end_ms: 46830\n- text: The mirror said \"You are, you conceited bastard\"\n start_ms: 46830\n end_ms: 49780\n- text: '*cutting and scratching of bastard*'\n start_ms: 49780\n end_ms: 53950\n- text: Done by the dogcatcher, dogcatcher, it's the dogfetcher, I betcha\n start_ms: 53950\n end_ms: 60450\n- text: Aahhhhhhhhhhh, with the slang\n start_ms: 60450\n end_ms: 63970\n- text: Get you coughed up from the weed it'll bust your brain\n start_ms: 63970\n end_ms: 66420\n- text: The top notch of hip-hop and I'm on the charts\n start_ms: 66420\n end_ms: 68510\n- text: I'm catchin applause when I rock the micraphone from the heart\n start_ms: 68510\n end_ms: 71410\n- text: My style's foul, so look into the eyes of Lorimars\n start_ms: 71410\n end_ms: 74250\n- text: As you can see, I drop funk bars from here to Mars\n start_ms: 74250\n end_ms: 76960\n- text: Still rollin down the highway wit my forty between my lap bitch\n start_ms: 76960\n end_ms: 79820\n- text: Crossin DTW, coming into my lap and\n start_ms: 79820\n end_ms: 82520\n- text: Boy my skills are stacks, I love to do it from the back\n start_ms: 82520\n end_ms: 85330\n- text: My style swarms over ghettoes like crack\n start_ms: 85330\n end_ms: 87710\n- text: Blow in any hood and puff a blunt with any nigga\n start_ms: 87710\n end_ms: 90770\n- text: As long as we both got, it don't matter who's gun bigger\n start_ms: 90770\n end_ms: 93520\n- text: But I bet you you can't do that, cause the multiplatinums\n start_ms: 93520\n end_ms: 96330\n- text: can't save your ass on the block, and you're fucked if it ain't pop\n start_ms: 96330\n end_ms: 99130\n- text: The funk is blowin wattage out your fuckin trunks\n start_ms: 99130\n end_ms: 101880\n- text: Like peak Puma, I known to give a whole lots of lumps\n start_ms: 101880\n end_ms: 104550\n- text: Props I got, coming through your block nine cocked\n start_ms: 104550\n end_ms: 107190\n- text: My socks, even got three-eighty-nine shots\n start_ms: 107190\n end_ms: 109740\n- text: Don't press it, I hang em like them niggaz do in Texas\n start_ms: 109740\n end_ms: 112890\n- text: You don't have no heart you chestless, cuz your heart's on my necklace\n start_ms: 112890\n end_ms: 115570\n- text: I give props to real MC's like KRS-One\n start_ms: 115570\n end_ms: 118380\n- text: Kool G Rap, Buckshot, Busta me and I'm from\n start_ms: 118380\n end_ms: 120980\n- text: The East coast! Where a nigga like you get that fat?\n start_ms: 120980\n end_ms: 123900\n- text: And since you came out gassed, well I'm closin your gas cap\n start_ms: 123900\n end_ms: 126530\n- text: The creature, from the deeper, ultimate funk freaker\n start_ms: 126530\n end_ms: 129370\n- text: Represent New Jersey, keep your eyes up on the bleacher\n start_ms: 129370\n end_ms: 132260\n- text: A menace like Dennis, I got game like Ennis\n start_ms: 132260\n end_ms: 134860\n- text: I can french-kiss my lyrics, then I run trains with sentence\n start_ms: 134860\n end_ms: 137910\n- text: Lord have mercy! 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Where a nigga like you get that fat?\n And since you came out gassed, well I'm closin your gas cap\n The creature, from the deeper, ultimate funk freaker\n Represent New Jersey, keep your eyes up on the bleacher\n A menace like Dennis, I got game like Ennis\n I can french-kiss my lyrics, then I run trains with sentence\n Lord have mercy! It's too much funk to cope with\n Droppin dope shit after dope shit, we're atrocious\n That's from the lungs, that rings from here to kingdom come\n And I don't have to be a Special Ed to get dumb!\n"},{"id":6662940,"name":"Bobyahed2dis","trackName":"Bobyahed2dis","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Dare Iz a Darkside","duration":170.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And I say... right about now you are rockin with the best!\nCan I get a hit? *inhale* *coughing* Thank you *coughing*\nWhat you're about to experience is a walk on the Funkadelic side\nWho knows better than the Funkadelic devil himself\nTo all knotty head niggaz, bob to this\nCome walk with Def Squad on the darkside\nComing to you live and direct without further adieu\nI bring to you Redman one more time\nThis is Jeff Stewart and you know how I do it... god DAYAM!\n\n(Redman)\nSo who's that funky nigga that's known to kick the fat shit?\nThe mirror said \"You are, you conceited bastard\"\n*Cutting and scratching of bastard*\nDone by the dogcatcher, dogcatcher, it's the dogfetcher, I betcha\nAahhhhhhhhhhh, with the slang\nGet you coughed up from the weed it'll bust your brain\nThe top notch of hip-hop and I'm on the charts\nI'm catchin applause when I rock the micraphone from the heart\nMy style's foul, so look into the eyes of Lorimars\nAs you can see, I drop funk bars from here to Mars\nStill rollin down the highway wit my forty between my lap bitch\nCrossin DTW, coming into my lap and\nBoy my skills are stacks, I love to do it from the back\nMy style swarms over ghettoes like crack\nBlow in any hood and puff a blunt with any nigga\nAs long as we both got, it don't matter who's gun bigger\nBut I bet you you can't do that, cause the multiplatinums\nCan't save your ass on the block, and you're fucked if it ain't pop\nThe funk is blowin wattage out your fuckin trunks\nLike peak Puma, I known to give a whole lots of lumps\nProps I got, coming through your block nine cocked\nMy socks, even got three-eighty-nine shots\nDon't press it, I hang em like them niggaz do in Texas\nYou don't have no heart you chestless, cuz your heart's on my necklace\nI give props to real MC's like KRS-One\nKool G Rap, Buckshot, Busta me and I'm from\nThe East coast! Where a nigga like you get that fat?\nAnd since you came out gassed, well I'm closin your gas cap\nThe creature, from the deeper, ultimate funk freaker\nRepresent New Jersey, keep your eyes up on the bleacher\nA menace like Dennis, I got game like Ennis\nI can french-kiss my lyrics, then I run trains with sentence\nLord have mercy! It's too much funk to cope with\nDroppin dope shit after dope shit, we're atrocious\nThat's from the lungs, that rings from here to kingdom come\nAnd I don't have to be a Special Ed to get dumb!","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.55] And I say... right about now you are rockin with the best!\n[00:16.45] Can I get a hit? *inhale* *coughing* Thank you *coughing*\n[00:19.13] What you're about to experience is a walk on the Funkadelic side\n[00:25.08] Who knows better than the Funkadelic devil himself\n[00:26.04] To all knotty head niggaz, bob to this\n[00:28.89] Come walk with Def Squad on the darkside\n[00:31.12] Coming to you live and direct without further adieu\n[00:33.95] I bring to you Redman one more time\n[00:36.58] This is Jeff Stewart and you know how I do it... god DAYAM!\n[00:42.25] (Redman)\n[00:42.73] So who's that funky nigga that's known to kick the fat shit?\n[00:46.83] The mirror said \"You are, you conceited bastard\"\n[00:49.78] *Cutting and scratching of bastard*\n[00:53.95] Done by the dogcatcher, dogcatcher, it's the dogfetcher, I betcha\n[01:00.45] Aahhhhhhhhhhh, with the slang\n[01:03.97] Get you coughed up from the weed it'll bust your brain\n[01:06.42] The top notch of hip-hop and I'm on the charts\n[01:08.51] I'm catchin applause when I rock the micraphone from the heart\n[01:11.41] My style's foul, so look into the eyes of Lorimars\n[01:14.25] As you can see, I drop funk bars from here to Mars\n[01:16.96] Still rollin down the highway wit my forty between my lap bitch\n[01:19.82] Crossin DTW, coming into my lap and\n[01:22.52] Boy my skills are stacks, I love to do it from the back\n[01:25.33] My style swarms over ghettoes like crack\n[01:27.71] Blow in any hood and puff a blunt with any nigga\n[01:30.77] As long as we both got, it don't matter who's gun bigger\n[01:33.52] But I bet you you can't do that, cause the multiplatinums\n[01:36.33] Can't save your ass on the block, and you're fucked if it ain't pop\n[01:39.13] The funk is blowin wattage out your fuckin trunks\n[01:41.88] Like peak Puma, I known to give a whole lots of lumps\n[01:44.55] Props I got, coming through your block nine cocked\n[01:47.19] My socks, even got three-eighty-nine shots\n[01:49.74] Don't press it, I hang em like them niggaz do in Texas\n[01:52.89] You don't have no heart you chestless, cuz your heart's on my necklace\n[01:55.57] I give props to real MC's like KRS-One\n[01:58.38] Kool G Rap, Buckshot, Busta me and I'm from\n[02:00.98] The East coast! Where a nigga like you get that fat?\n[02:03.90] And since you came out gassed, well I'm closin your gas cap\n[02:06.53] The creature, from the deeper, ultimate funk freaker\n[02:09.37] Represent New Jersey, keep your eyes up on the bleacher\n[02:12.26] A menace like Dennis, I got game like Ennis\n[02:14.86] I can french-kiss my lyrics, then I run trains with sentence\n[02:17.91] Lord have mercy! It's too much funk to cope with\n[02:20.44] Droppin dope shit after dope shit, we're atrocious\n[02:23.13] That's from the lungs, that rings from here to kingdom come\n[02:25.97] And I don't have to be a Special Ed to get dumb!\n[02:28.92] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Bobyahed2dis\n artist: Redman\n album: Dare Iz a Darkside\n duration_ms: 170000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And I say... right about now you are rockin with the best!\n start_ms: 11550\n end_ms: 16450\n- text: Can I get a hit? *inhale* *coughing* Thank you *coughing*\n start_ms: 16450\n end_ms: 19130\n- text: What you're about to experience is a walk on the Funkadelic side\n start_ms: 19130\n end_ms: 25080\n- text: Who knows better than the Funkadelic devil himself\n start_ms: 25080\n end_ms: 26040\n- text: To all knotty head niggaz, bob to this\n start_ms: 26040\n end_ms: 28890\n- text: Come walk with Def Squad on the darkside\n start_ms: 28890\n end_ms: 31120\n- text: Coming to you live and direct without further adieu\n start_ms: 31120\n end_ms: 33950\n- text: I bring to you Redman one more time\n start_ms: 33950\n end_ms: 36580\n- text: This is Jeff Stewart and you know how I do it... god DAYAM!\n start_ms: 36580\n end_ms: 42250\n- text: (Redman)\n start_ms: 42250\n end_ms: 42730\n- text: So who's that funky nigga that's known to kick the fat shit?\n start_ms: 42730\n end_ms: 46830\n- text: The mirror said \"You are, you conceited bastard\"\n start_ms: 46830\n end_ms: 49780\n- text: '*Cutting and scratching of bastard*'\n start_ms: 49780\n end_ms: 53950\n- text: Done by the dogcatcher, dogcatcher, it's the dogfetcher, I betcha\n start_ms: 53950\n end_ms: 60450\n- text: Aahhhhhhhhhhh, with the slang\n start_ms: 60450\n end_ms: 63970\n- text: Get you coughed up from the weed it'll bust your brain\n start_ms: 63970\n end_ms: 66420\n- text: The top notch of hip-hop and I'm on the charts\n start_ms: 66420\n end_ms: 68510\n- text: I'm catchin applause when I rock the micraphone from the heart\n start_ms: 68510\n end_ms: 71410\n- text: My style's foul, so look into the eyes of Lorimars\n start_ms: 71410\n end_ms: 74250\n- text: As you can see, I drop funk bars from here to Mars\n start_ms: 74250\n end_ms: 76960\n- text: Still rollin down the highway wit my forty between my lap bitch\n start_ms: 76960\n end_ms: 79820\n- text: Crossin DTW, coming into my lap and\n start_ms: 79820\n end_ms: 82520\n- text: Boy my skills are stacks, I love to do it from the back\n start_ms: 82520\n end_ms: 85330\n- text: My style swarms over ghettoes like crack\n start_ms: 85330\n end_ms: 87710\n- text: Blow in any hood and puff a blunt with any nigga\n start_ms: 87710\n end_ms: 90770\n- text: As long as we both got, it don't matter who's gun bigger\n start_ms: 90770\n end_ms: 93520\n- text: But I bet you you can't do that, cause the multiplatinums\n start_ms: 93520\n end_ms: 96330\n- text: Can't save your ass on the block, and you're fucked if it ain't pop\n start_ms: 96330\n end_ms: 99130\n- text: The funk is blowin wattage out your fuckin trunks\n start_ms: 99130\n end_ms: 101880\n- text: Like peak Puma, I known to give a whole lots of lumps\n start_ms: 101880\n end_ms: 104550\n- text: Props I got, coming through your block nine cocked\n start_ms: 104550\n end_ms: 107190\n- text: My socks, even got three-eighty-nine shots\n start_ms: 107190\n end_ms: 109740\n- text: Don't press it, I hang em like them niggaz do in Texas\n start_ms: 109740\n end_ms: 112890\n- text: You don't have no heart you chestless, cuz your heart's on my necklace\n start_ms: 112890\n end_ms: 115570\n- text: I give props to real MC's like KRS-One\n start_ms: 115570\n end_ms: 118380\n- text: Kool G Rap, Buckshot, Busta me and I'm from\n start_ms: 118380\n end_ms: 120980\n- text: The East coast! Where a nigga like you get that fat?\n start_ms: 120980\n end_ms: 123900\n- text: And since you came out gassed, well I'm closin your gas cap\n start_ms: 123900\n end_ms: 126530\n- text: The creature, from the deeper, ultimate funk freaker\n start_ms: 126530\n end_ms: 129370\n- text: Represent New Jersey, keep your eyes up on the bleacher\n start_ms: 129370\n end_ms: 132260\n- text: A menace like Dennis, I got game like Ennis\n start_ms: 132260\n end_ms: 134860\n- text: I can french-kiss my lyrics, then I run trains with sentence\n start_ms: 134860\n end_ms: 137910\n- text: Lord have mercy! 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