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Busta Rhymes)\n\n(Redman)\nYo, bless the steel, step out dressed to kill\nSpark the L, \"Whattup Doc?\" What the deal?\nClock the squeal, the MC overkill\nCertified cylinders 35 mil'\nJumpin out planes, Doc's Da Name\nCock the flame, back to delete the pain\nHater, IKSRFO, don't Piscapo\nHit the safe for cake, shoulda switched to coal\nNigga, sneak a pound through custom drug hounds\nBound to rob your neighborhood Walbaums\nMe and my man jumpin out Sedans\nTappin your jaw, like Sugar Ray did Duran\nI, execute like wars in Beirut\nTwenty-two inch rims to parachute out the Lex Coupe\nThe rhythm hit em without the venom in em\nPen'll scare them with the shit I pull out the John Lennon\nHah, Dogstar, your girl smokin a lot\nI been had a demo before \"Ridin' High\"\nFive whips straight up, cash out the car lot\nClorox your Fort Knox, til y'all call SWAT\nBite off your ear for a souveneir\nSwitch from Red to Roy, give you Primal Fear\nIf you don't know the click then you're smokin wet\nFunk Doc, Def Squad, from the Jersey set\n\nWild the fuck out, smoke the fuck out\nDrink the fuck out, freak the fuck out\nBug the fuck out, scream the fuck out\nBlack the fuck out, act the fuck out\nDo you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\nDo you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\nOoooh-weeee! I think the heat is on\nNinety-seven Cheech and Chong, I'm reachin y'all\nRight on, my palm is like the cape on Spawn\nActive frequency, trip the car alarm\nRibbit Ribbit Ribbit, got moves to make\nChoose the date, today you hallucinate\nSmokin me out without war, torn, ghettoes\nOpposite of Goodfellows, Dinero\nGo to any borough who rock the mic thorough\nGot your wife sayin, \"Not tonight, hello!\"\nMoney talk, bullshit walk, ask Kris\nThe baptist, roll Garcia's with hashish\nYou need classes for practice to tap this\nJurassic crab shaft nasty ass bitch\nHot potato, drop the data\nGuard your Emancipation Proclimator\nLock shit down, cock the pound - no doubt\nAs a juvenile, brought cazals off canal\nBrick City be the pros at wildin out\noff at the mouth, get dressed like Thousand Isle\nGot a degree, on the hash and the leaky\nCrash in the V while we Master the P\nI beez Bout It Bout It, causin low mileage\nBlacka, make Zsa Zsa Gabor cha-cha\nSpit somethin to you then turn your eyes cockeyed\nDown with the Outz - ah ha ha, ha ha!\nYo tremblin, pickin up the pen again, adrenaline\nGot impact like DJ Boo on \"Benjamins\"\nSentiment, hit you with your thongs and your Timberland\nFuck ya, rob ya, cops say, \"It's them again!\"\n\nChoke the fuck out, joke the fuck out\nSweat the fuck out, pass the fuck out\nBlack the fuck out, flip the fuck out\nDrunk the fuck out, bug the fuck out\nDo you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\nDo you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\n(Busta Rhymes)\nYo, Pepe LePew I ain't messin wit you\nor stressin your crew, your own niggaz be testin you too\nFuckin wit you, makin your bitch unbuckle her shoe\nWatchin this bitch while she already know what she wanna do\nShe follow me home, and on the way she swallow me bone\nThe Don Corleone, she wildin all inside of my zone\nC'mon bitch, let me creep you out, peepin you out\nSneakin you out, over to my crib, freakin you out\nEveready, now turn off the telly, turn off the celly\nThe way I be hittin it got you sweatin makin you smelly\nShit funky like your mother with her STINKIN ass\nType of shit that'll have you aggie and ready to blast, WHOO!\nBaby just hold a second and give me a chance\nLet me go put my rubber on so that we really can dance\nNow we huggin you know we fuckin until my nuts bust out\nCardiac arrest of the pussy and pass the fuck out\n\n(Redman)\nBug the fuck out, sweat the fuck out\nDrink the fuck out, stink the fuck out\nAct the fuck out, smack the fuck out\nFuck the fuck out, freak the fuck out\nDo you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\nDo you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\nDo you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna drink a forty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\nStinkin ass\nStinkin ass\nStinkin ass\nStinkin ass!","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.69] (feat. Busta Rhymes)\n[00:10.57] (Redman)\n[00:17.25] Yo, bless the steel, step out dressed to kill\n[00:19.88] Spark the L, \"Whattup Doc?\" What the deal?\n[00:22.14] Clock the squeal, the MC overkill\n[00:23.72] Certified cylinders 35 mil'\n[00:26.42] Jumpin out planes, Doc's Da Name\n[00:28.68] Cock the flame, back to delete the pain\n[00:31.07] Hater, IKSRFO, don't Piscapo\n[00:33.34] Hit the safe for cake, shoulda switched to coal\n[00:35.66] Nigga, sneak a pound through custom drug hounds\n[00:37.75] Bound to rob your neighborhood Walbaums\n[00:39.94] Me and my man jumpin out Sedans\n[00:42.20] Tappin your jaw, like Sugar Ray did Duran\n[00:44.66] I, execute like wars in Beirut\n[00:45.31] Twenty-two inch rims to parachute out the Lex Coupe\n[00:49.47] The rhythm hit em without the venom in em\n[00:51.53] Pen'll scare them with the shit I pull out the John Lennon\n[00:53.68] Hah, Dogstar, your girl smokin a lot\n[00:55.81] I been had a demo before \"Ridin' High\"\n[00:58.04] Five whips straight up, cash out the car lot\n[01:00.22] Clorox your Fort Knox, til y'all call SWAT\n[01:02.61] Bite off your ear for a souveneir\n[01:04.66] Switch from Red to Roy, give you Primal Fear\n[01:06.96] If you don't know the click then you're smokin wet\n[01:09.15] Funk Doc, Def Squad, from the Jersey set\n[01:11.31] Wild the fuck out, smoke the fuck out\n[01:13.97] Drink the fuck out, freak the fuck out\n[01:15.92] Bug the fuck out, scream the fuck out\n[01:18.29] Black the fuck out, act the fuck out\n[01:20.44] Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\n[01:26.72] Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\n[01:28.37] Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n[01:29.49] Ooooh-weeee! I think the heat is on\n[01:31.60] Ninety-seven Cheech and Chong, I'm reachin y'all\n[01:34.01] Right on, my palm is like the cape on Spawn\n[01:36.02] Active frequency, trip the car alarm\n[01:38.12] Ribbit Ribbit Ribbit, got moves to make\n[01:40.00] Choose the date, today you hallucinate\n[01:42.59] Smokin me out without war, torn, ghettoes\n[01:45.06] Opposite of Goodfellows, Dinero\n[01:47.46] Go to any borough who rock the mic thorough\n[01:49.84] Got your wife sayin, \"Not tonight, hello!\"\n[01:52.01] Money talk, bullshit walk, ask Kris\n[01:53.97] The baptist, roll Garcia's with hashish\n[01:56.31] You need classes for practice to tap this\n[01:58.42] Jurassic crab shaft nasty ass bitch\n[02:00.84] Hot potato, drop the data\n[02:03.14] Guard your Emancipation Proclimator\n[02:05.41] Lock shit down, cock the pound - no doubt\n[02:08.05] As a juvenile, brought cazals off canal\n[02:09.98] Brick City be the pros at wildin out\n[02:12.33] off at the mouth, get dressed like Thousand Isle\n[02:14.36] Got a degree, on the hash and the leaky\n[02:16.55] Crash in the V while we Master the P\n[02:18.89] I beez Bout It Bout It, causin low mileage\n[02:21.13] Blacka, make Zsa Zsa Gabor cha-cha\n[02:23.66] Spit somethin to you then turn your eyes cockeyed\n[02:25.77] Down with the Outz - ah ha ha, ha ha!\n[02:27.85] Yo tremblin, pickin up the pen again, adrenaline\n[02:30.16] Got impact like DJ Boo on \"Benjamins\"\n[02:32.20] Sentiment, hit you with your thongs and your Timberland\n[02:34.68] Fuck ya, rob ya, cops say, \"It's them again!\"\n[02:36.84] Choke the fuck out, joke the fuck out\n[02:39.00] Sweat the fuck out, pass the fuck out\n[02:41.37] Black the fuck out, flip the fuck out\n[02:43.65] Drunk the fuck out, bug the fuck out\n[02:45.82] Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\n[02:50.00] Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\n[02:54.05] Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n[02:54.81] (Busta Rhymes)\n[02:55.67] Yo, Pepe LePew I ain't messin wit you\n[02:57.01] or stressin your crew, your own niggaz be testin you too\n[02:59.26] Fuckin wit you, makin your bitch unbuckle her shoe\n[03:01.48] Watchin this bitch while she already know what she wanna do\n[03:03.79] She follow me home, and on the way she swallow me bone\n[03:05.77] The Don Corleone, she wildin all inside of my zone\n[03:08.10] C'mon bitch, let me creep you out, peepin you out\n[03:10.43] Sneakin you out, over to my crib, freakin you out\n[03:12.61] Eveready, now turn off the telly, turn off the celly\n[03:14.71] The way I be hittin it got you sweatin makin you smelly\n[03:17.18] Shit funky like your mother with her STINKIN ass\n[03:19.40] Type of shit that'll have you aggie and ready to blast, WHOO!\n[03:21.65] Baby just hold a second and give me a chance\n[03:23.85] Let me go put my rubber on so that we really can dance\n[03:26.15] Now we huggin you know we fuckin until my nuts bust out\n[03:28.45] Cardiac arrest of the pussy and pass the fuck out\n[03:30.58] (Redman)\n[03:31.12] Bug the fuck out, sweat the fuck out\n[03:33.12] Drink the fuck out, stink the fuck out\n[03:35.43] Act the fuck out, smack the fuck out\n[03:37.48] Fuck the fuck out, freak the fuck out\n[03:39.53] Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\n[03:44.20] Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\n[03:48.52] Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n[03:50.43] Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass\n[03:53.98] Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n[03:56.97] Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\n[03:58.55] Do you wanna drink a forty? Shake your stinkin ass\n[04:00.49] Stinkin ass\n[04:01.43] Stinkin ass\n[04:03.37] Stinkin ass\n[04:04.26] Stinkin ass!\n[04:10.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Da Goodness\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Da Goodness\n  duration_ms: 250000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (feat. 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Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\n  Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\n  Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\n  Ooooh-weeee! I think the heat is on\n  Ninety-seven Cheech and Chong, I'm reachin y'all\n  Right on, my palm is like the cape on Spawn\n  Active frequency, trip the car alarm\n  Ribbit Ribbit Ribbit, got moves to make\n  Choose the date, today you hallucinate\n  Smokin me out without war, torn, ghettoes\n  Opposite of Goodfellows, Dinero\n  Go to any borough who rock the mic thorough\n  Got your wife sayin, \"Not tonight, hello!\"\n  Money talk, bullshit walk, ask Kris\n  The baptist, roll Garcia's with hashish\n  You need classes for practice to tap this\n  Jurassic crab shaft nasty ass bitch\n  Hot potato, drop the data\n  Guard your Emancipation Proclimator\n  Lock shit down, cock the pound - no doubt\n  As a juvenile, brought cazals off canal\n  Brick City be the pros at wildin out\n  off at the mouth, get dressed like Thousand Isle\n  Got a degree, on the hash and the leaky\n  Crash in the V while we Master the P\n  I beez Bout It Bout It, causin low mileage\n  Blacka, make Zsa Zsa Gabor cha-cha\n  Spit somethin to you then turn your eyes cockeyed\n  Down with the Outz - ah ha ha, ha ha!\n  Yo tremblin, pickin up the pen again, adrenaline\n  Got impact like DJ Boo on \"Benjamins\"\n  Sentiment, hit you with your thongs and your Timberland\n  Fuck ya, rob ya, cops say, \"It's them again!\"\n\n  Choke the fuck out, joke the fuck out\n  Sweat the fuck out, pass the fuck out\n  Black the fuck out, flip the fuck out\n  Drunk the fuck out, bug the fuck out\n  Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\n  Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\n  Do you wanna get naughty? 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Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\nDo you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\nOoooh-weeee! I think the heat is on\nNinety-seven Cheech and Chong, I'm reachin y'all\nRight on, my palm is like the cape on Spawn\nActive frequency, trip the car alarm\nRibbit Ribbit Ribbit, got moves to make\nChoose the date, today you hallucinate\nSmokin me out without war, torn, ghettoes\nOpposite of Goodfellows, Dinero\nGo to any borough who rock the mic thorough\nGot your wife sayin, \"Not tonight, hello!\"\nMoney talk, bullshit walk, ask Kris\nThe baptist, roll Garcia's with hashish\nYou need classes for practice to tap this\nJurassic crab shaft nasty ass bitch\nHot potato, drop the data\nGuard your Emancipation Proclimator\nLock shit down, cock the pound - no doubt\nAs a juvenile, brought cazals off canal\nBrick City be the pros at wildin out\noff at the mouth, get dressed like Thousand Isle\nGot a degree, on the hash and the leaky\nCrash in the V while we Master the P\nI beez Bout It Bout It, causin low mileage\nBlacka, make Zsa Zsa Gabor cha-cha\nSpit somethin to you then turn your eyes cockeyed\nDown with the Outz - ah ha ha, ha ha!\nYo tremblin, pickin up the pen again, adrenaline\nGot impact like DJ Boo on \"Benjamins\"\nSentiment, hit you with your thongs and your Timberland\nFuck ya, rob ya, cops say, \"It's them again!\"\n\nChoke the fuck out, joke the fuck out\nSweat the fuck out, pass the fuck out\nBlack the fuck out, flip the fuck out\nDrunk the fuck out, bug the fuck out\nDo you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\nDo you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\n(Busta Rhymes)\nYo, Pepe LePew I ain't messin wit you\nor stressin your crew, your own niggaz be testin you too\nFuckin wit you, makin your bitch unbuckle her shoe\nWatchin this bitch while she already know what she wanna do\nShe follow me home, and on the way she swallow me bone\nThe Don Corleone, she wildin all inside of my zone\nC'mon bitch, let me creep you out, peepin you out\nSneakin you out, over to my crib, freakin you out\nEveready, now turn off the telly, turn off the celly\nThe way I be hittin it got you sweatin makin you smelly\nShit funky like your mother with her STINKIN ass\nType of shit that'll have you aggie and ready to blast, WHOO!\nBaby just hold a second and give me a chance\nLet me go put my rubber on so that we really can dance\nNow we huggin you know we fuckin until my nuts bust out\nCardiac arrest of the pussy and pass the fuck out\n\n(Redman)\nBug the fuck out, sweat the fuck out\nDrink the fuck out, stink the fuck out\nAct the fuck out, smack the fuck out\nFuck the fuck out, freak the fuck out\nDo you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\nDo you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\nDo you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna drink a forty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\nStinkin ass\nStinkin ass\nStinkin ass\nStinkin ass!","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.69] (feat. 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Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\n[01:26.72] Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\n[01:28.37] Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n[01:29.49] Ooooh-weeee! I think the heat is on\n[01:31.60] Ninety-seven Cheech and Chong, I'm reachin y'all\n[01:34.01] Right on, my palm is like the cape on Spawn\n[01:36.02] Active frequency, trip the car alarm\n[01:38.12] Ribbit Ribbit Ribbit, got moves to make\n[01:40.00] Choose the date, today you hallucinate\n[01:42.59] Smokin me out without war, torn, ghettoes\n[01:45.06] Opposite of Goodfellows, Dinero\n[01:47.46] Go to any borough who rock the mic thorough\n[01:49.84] Got your wife sayin, \"Not tonight, hello!\"\n[01:52.01] Money talk, bullshit walk, ask Kris\n[01:53.97] The baptist, roll Garcia's with hashish\n[01:56.31] You need classes for practice to tap this\n[01:58.42] Jurassic crab shaft nasty ass bitch\n[02:00.84] Hot potato, drop the data\n[02:03.14] Guard your Emancipation Proclimator\n[02:05.41] Lock shit down, cock the pound - no doubt\n[02:08.05] As a juvenile, brought cazals off canal\n[02:09.98] Brick City be the pros at wildin out\n[02:12.33] off at the mouth, get dressed like Thousand Isle\n[02:14.36] Got a degree, on the hash and the leaky\n[02:16.55] Crash in the V while we Master the P\n[02:18.89] I beez Bout It Bout It, causin low mileage\n[02:21.13] Blacka, make Zsa Zsa Gabor cha-cha\n[02:23.66] Spit somethin to you then turn your eyes cockeyed\n[02:25.77] Down with the Outz - ah ha ha, ha ha!\n[02:27.85] Yo tremblin, pickin up the pen again, adrenaline\n[02:30.16] Got impact like DJ Boo on \"Benjamins\"\n[02:32.20] Sentiment, hit you with your thongs and your Timberland\n[02:34.68] Fuck ya, rob ya, cops say, \"It's them again!\"\n[02:36.84] Choke the fuck out, joke the fuck out\n[02:39.00] Sweat the fuck out, pass the fuck out\n[02:41.37] Black the fuck out, flip the fuck out\n[02:43.65] Drunk the fuck out, bug the fuck out\n[02:45.82] Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\n[02:50.00] Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\n[02:54.05] Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n[02:54.81] (Busta Rhymes)\n[02:55.67] Yo, Pepe LePew I ain't messin wit you\n[02:57.01] or stressin your crew, your own niggaz be testin you too\n[02:59.26] Fuckin wit you, makin your bitch unbuckle her shoe\n[03:01.48] Watchin this bitch while she already know what she wanna do\n[03:03.79] She follow me home, and on the way she swallow me bone\n[03:05.77] The Don Corleone, she wildin all inside of my zone\n[03:08.10] C'mon bitch, let me creep you out, peepin you out\n[03:10.43] Sneakin you out, over to my crib, freakin you out\n[03:12.61] Eveready, now turn off the telly, turn off the celly\n[03:14.71] The way I be hittin it got you sweatin makin you smelly\n[03:17.18] Shit funky like your mother with her STINKIN ass\n[03:19.40] Type of shit that'll have you aggie and ready to blast, WHOO!\n[03:21.65] Baby just hold a second and give me a chance\n[03:23.85] Let me go put my rubber on so that we really can dance\n[03:26.15] Now we huggin you know we fuckin until my nuts bust out\n[03:28.45] Cardiac arrest of the pussy and pass the fuck out\n[03:30.58] (Redman)\n[03:31.12] Bug the fuck out, sweat the fuck out\n[03:33.12] Drink the fuck out, stink the fuck out\n[03:35.43] Act the fuck out, smack the fuck out\n[03:37.48] Fuck the fuck out, freak the fuck out\n[03:39.53] Do you feel it in your body? 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Busta Rhymes)\n\n  (Redman)\n  Yo, bless the steel, step out dressed to kill\n  Spark the L, \"Whattup Doc?\" What the deal?\n  Clock the squeal, the MC overkill\n  Certified cylinders 35 mil'\n  Jumpin out planes, Doc's Da Name\n  Cock the flame, back to delete the pain\n  Hater, IKSRFO, don't Piscapo\n  Hit the safe for cake, shoulda switched to coal\n  Nigga, sneak a pound through custom drug hounds\n  Bound to rob your neighborhood Walbaums\n  Me and my man jumpin out Sedans\n  Tappin your jaw, like Sugar Ray did Duran\n  I, execute like wars in Beirut\n  Twenty-two inch rims to parachute out the Lex Coupe\n  The rhythm hit em without the venom in em\n  Pen'll scare them with the shit I pull out the John Lennon\n  Hah, Dogstar, your girl smokin a lot\n  I been had a demo before \"Ridin' High\"\n  Five whips straight up, cash out the car lot\n  Clorox your Fort Knox, til y'all call SWAT\n  Bite off your ear for a souveneir\n  Switch from Red to Roy, give you Primal Fear\n  If you don't know the click then you're smokin wet\n  Funk Doc, Def Squad, from the Jersey set\n\n  Wild the fuck out, smoke the fuck out\n  Drink the fuck out, freak the fuck out\n  Bug the fuck out, scream the fuck out\n  Black the fuck out, act the fuck out\n  Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\n  Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\n  Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\n  Ooooh-weeee! I think the heat is on\n  Ninety-seven Cheech and Chong, I'm reachin y'all\n  Right on, my palm is like the cape on Spawn\n  Active frequency, trip the car alarm\n  Ribbit Ribbit Ribbit, got moves to make\n  Choose the date, today you hallucinate\n  Smokin me out without war, torn, ghettoes\n  Opposite of Goodfellows, Dinero\n  Go to any borough who rock the mic thorough\n  Got your wife sayin, \"Not tonight, hello!\"\n  Money talk, bullshit walk, ask Kris\n  The baptist, roll Garcia's with hashish\n  You need classes for practice to tap this\n  Jurassic crab shaft nasty ass bitch\n  Hot potato, drop the data\n  Guard your Emancipation Proclimator\n  Lock shit down, cock the pound - no doubt\n  As a juvenile, brought cazals off canal\n  Brick City be the pros at wildin out\n  off at the mouth, get dressed like Thousand Isle\n  Got a degree, on the hash and the leaky\n  Crash in the V while we Master the P\n  I beez Bout It Bout It, causin low mileage\n  Blacka, make Zsa Zsa Gabor cha-cha\n  Spit somethin to you then turn your eyes cockeyed\n  Down with the Outz - ah ha ha, ha ha!\n  Yo tremblin, pickin up the pen again, adrenaline\n  Got impact like DJ Boo on \"Benjamins\"\n  Sentiment, hit you with your thongs and your Timberland\n  Fuck ya, rob ya, cops say, \"It's them again!\"\n\n  Choke the fuck out, joke the fuck out\n  Sweat the fuck out, pass the fuck out\n  Black the fuck out, flip the fuck out\n  Drunk the fuck out, bug the fuck out\n  Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\n  Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\n  Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\n  (Busta Rhymes)\n  Yo, Pepe LePew I ain't messin wit you\n  or stressin your crew, your own niggaz be testin you too\n  Fuckin wit you, makin your bitch unbuckle her shoe\n  Watchin this bitch while she already know what she wanna do\n  She follow me home, and on the way she swallow me bone\n  The Don Corleone, she wildin all inside of my zone\n  C'mon bitch, let me creep you out, peepin you out\n  Sneakin you out, over to my crib, freakin you out\n  Eveready, now turn off the telly, turn off the celly\n  The way I be hittin it got you sweatin makin you smelly\n  Shit funky like your mother with her STINKIN ass\n  Type of shit that'll have you aggie and ready to blast, WHOO!\n  Baby just hold a second and give me a chance\n  Let me go put my rubber on so that we really can dance\n  Now we huggin you know we fuckin until my nuts bust out\n  Cardiac arrest of the pussy and pass the fuck out\n\n  (Redman)\n  Bug the fuck out, sweat the fuck out\n  Drink the fuck out, stink the fuck out\n  Act the fuck out, smack the fuck out\n  Fuck the fuck out, freak the fuck out\n  Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\n  Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\n  Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\n  Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass\n  Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n  Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\n  Do you wanna drink a forty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\n  Stinkin ass\n  Stinkin ass\n  Stinkin ass\n  Stinkin ass!\n"},{"id":16351340,"name":"Da Goodness (Radio Edit)","trackName":"Da Goodness (Radio Edit)","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Da Goodness","duration":250.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Redman)\nYo, bless the steel, step out dressed to kill\nSpark the L, \"Whattup Doc?\" What the deal?\nClock the squeal, the MC overkill\nCertified cylinders 35 mil'\nJumpin out planes, Doc's Da Name\nCock the flame, back to delete the pain\nHater, IKSRFO, don't Piscapo\nHit the safe for cake, shoulda switched to coal\nNigga, sneak a pound through custom drug hounds\nBound to rob your neighborhood Walbaums\nMe and my man jumpin out Sedans\nTappin your jaw, like Sugar Ray did Duran\nI, execute like wars in Beirut\nTwenty-two inch rims to parachute out the Lex Coupe\nThe rhythm hit em without the venom in em\nPen'll scare them with the shit I pull out the John Lennon\nHah, Dogstar, your girl smokin a lot\nI been had a demo before \"Ridin' High\"\nFive whips straight up, cash out the car lot\nClorox your Fort Knox, til y'all call SWAT\nBite off your ear for a souveneir\nSwitch from Red to Roy, give you Primal Fear\nIf you don't know the click then you're smokin wet\nFunk Doc, Def Squad, from the Jersey set\n\nWild the fuck out, smoke the fuck out\nDrink the fuck out, freak the fuck out\nBug the fuck out, scream the fuck out\nBlack the fuck out, act the fuck out\nDo you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\nOoooh-weeee! I think the heat is on\nNinety-seven Cheech and Chong, I'm reachin y'all\nRight on, my palm is like the cape on Spawn\nActive frequency, trip the car alarm\nRibbit Ribbit Ribbit, got moves to make\nChoose the date, today you hallucinate\nSmokin me out without war, torn, ghettoes\nOpposite of Goodfellows, Dinero\nGo to any borough who rock the mic thorough\nGot your wife sayin, \"Not tonight, hello!\"\nMoney talk, bullshit walk, ask Kris\nThe baptist, roll Garcia's with hashish\nYou need classes for practice to tap this\nJurassic crab shaft nasty ass bitch\nHot potato, drop the data\nGuard your Emancipation Proclimator\nLock shit down, cock the pound - no doubt\nAs a juvenile, brought cazals off canal\nBrick City be the pros at wildin out\noff at the mouth, get dressed like Thousand Isle\nGot a degree, on the hash and the leaky\nCrash in the V while we Master the P\nI beez Bout It Bout It, causin low mileage\nBlacka, make Zsa Zsa Gabor cha-cha\nSpit somethin to you then turn your eyes cockeyed\nDown with the Outz - ah ha ha, ha ha!\nYo tremblin, pickin up the pen again, adrenaline\nGot impact like DJ Boo on \"Benjamins\"\nSentiment, hit you with your thongs and your Timberland\nFuck ya, rob ya, cops say, \"It's them again!\"\n\nChoke the fuck out, joke the fuck out\nSweat the fuck out, pass the fuck out\nBlack the fuck out, flip the fuck out\nDrunk the fuck out, bug the fuck out\nDo you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\n(Busta Rhymes)\nYo, Pepe LePew I ain't messin wit you\nor stressin your crew, your own niggaz be testin you too\nFuckin wit you, makin your bitch unbuckle her shoe\nWatchin this bitch while she already know what she wanna do\nShe follow me home, and on the way she swallow me bone\nThe Don Corleone, she wildin all inside of my zone\nC'mon bitch, let me creep you out, peepin you out\nSneakin you out, over to my crib, freakin you out\nEveready, now turn off the telly, turn off the celly\nThe way I be hittin it got you sweatin makin you smelly\nShit funky like your mother with her STINKIN ass\nType of shit that'll have you aggie and ready to blast, WHOO!\nBaby just hold a second and give me a chance\nLet me go put my rubber on so that we really can dance\nNow we huggin you know we fuckin until my nuts bust out\nCardiac arrest of the pussy and pass the fuck out\n\n(Redman)\nBug the fuck out, sweat the fuck out\nDrink the fuck out, stink the fuck out\nAct the fuck out, smack the fuck out\nFuck the fuck out, freak the fuck out\nDo you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\nDo you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna drink a forty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\nStinkin ass\nStinkin ass\nStinkin ass\nStinkin ass!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Da Goodness (Radio Edit)\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Da Goodness\n  duration_ms: 250000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Redman)\n  Yo, bless the steel, step out dressed to kill\n  Spark the L, \"Whattup Doc?\" What the deal?\n  Clock the squeal, the MC overkill\n  Certified cylinders 35 mil'\n  Jumpin out planes, Doc's Da Name\n  Cock the flame, back to delete the pain\n  Hater, IKSRFO, don't Piscapo\n  Hit the safe for cake, shoulda switched to coal\n  Nigga, sneak a pound through custom drug hounds\n  Bound to rob your neighborhood Walbaums\n  Me and my man jumpin out Sedans\n  Tappin your jaw, like Sugar Ray did Duran\n  I, execute like wars in Beirut\n  Twenty-two inch rims to parachute out the Lex Coupe\n  The rhythm hit em without the venom in em\n  Pen'll scare them with the shit I pull out the John Lennon\n  Hah, Dogstar, your girl smokin a lot\n  I been had a demo before \"Ridin' High\"\n  Five whips straight up, cash out the car lot\n  Clorox your Fort Knox, til y'all call SWAT\n  Bite off your ear for a souveneir\n  Switch from Red to Roy, give you Primal Fear\n  If you don't know the click then you're smokin wet\n  Funk Doc, Def Squad, from the Jersey set\n\n  Wild the fuck out, smoke the fuck out\n  Drink the fuck out, freak the fuck out\n  Bug the fuck out, scream the fuck out\n  Black the fuck out, act the fuck out\n  Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass\n  Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\n  Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\n  Ooooh-weeee! I think the heat is on\n  Ninety-seven Cheech and Chong, I'm reachin y'all\n  Right on, my palm is like the cape on Spawn\n  Active frequency, trip the car alarm\n  Ribbit Ribbit Ribbit, got moves to make\n  Choose the date, today you hallucinate\n  Smokin me out without war, torn, ghettoes\n  Opposite of Goodfellows, Dinero\n  Go to any borough who rock the mic thorough\n  Got your wife sayin, \"Not tonight, hello!\"\n  Money talk, bullshit walk, ask Kris\n  The baptist, roll Garcia's with hashish\n  You need classes for practice to tap this\n  Jurassic crab shaft nasty ass bitch\n  Hot potato, drop the data\n  Guard your Emancipation Proclimator\n  Lock shit down, cock the pound - no doubt\n  As a juvenile, brought cazals off canal\n  Brick City be the pros at wildin out\n  off at the mouth, get dressed like Thousand Isle\n  Got a degree, on the hash and the leaky\n  Crash in the V while we Master the P\n  I beez Bout It Bout It, causin low mileage\n  Blacka, make Zsa Zsa Gabor cha-cha\n  Spit somethin to you then turn your eyes cockeyed\n  Down with the Outz - ah ha ha, ha ha!\n  Yo tremblin, pickin up the pen again, adrenaline\n  Got impact like DJ Boo on \"Benjamins\"\n  Sentiment, hit you with your thongs and your Timberland\n  Fuck ya, rob ya, cops say, \"It's them again!\"\n\n  Choke the fuck out, joke the fuck out\n  Sweat the fuck out, pass the fuck out\n  Black the fuck out, flip the fuck out\n  Drunk the fuck out, bug the fuck out\n  Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass\n  Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\n  Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\n  (Busta Rhymes)\n  Yo, Pepe LePew I ain't messin wit you\n  or stressin your crew, your own niggaz be testin you too\n  Fuckin wit you, makin your bitch unbuckle her shoe\n  Watchin this bitch while she already know what she wanna do\n  She follow me home, and on the way she swallow me bone\n  The Don Corleone, she wildin all inside of my zone\n  C'mon bitch, let me creep you out, peepin you out\n  Sneakin you out, over to my crib, freakin you out\n  Eveready, now turn off the telly, turn off the celly\n  The way I be hittin it got you sweatin makin you smelly\n  Shit funky like your mother with her STINKIN ass\n  Type of shit that'll have you aggie and ready to blast, WHOO!\n  Baby just hold a second and give me a chance\n  Let me go put my rubber on so that we really can dance\n  Now we huggin you know we fuckin until my nuts bust out\n  Cardiac arrest of the pussy and pass the fuck out\n\n  (Redman)\n  Bug the fuck out, sweat the fuck out\n  Drink the fuck out, stink the fuck out\n  Act the fuck out, smack the fuck out\n  Fuck the fuck out, freak the fuck out\n  Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass\n  Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\n  Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\n  Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass\n  Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n  Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\n  Do you wanna drink a forty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\n  Stinkin ass\n  Stinkin ass\n  Stinkin ass\n  Stinkin ass!\n"},{"id":31915352,"name":"Da Goodness (radio edit w/o Buster Rhymes)","trackName":"Da Goodness (radio edit w/o Buster Rhymes)","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Da Goodness","duration":216.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(feat. Busta Rhymes)\n\n(Redman)\nYo, bless the steel, step out dressed to kill\nSpark the L, \"Whattup Doc?\" What the deal?\nClock the squeal, the MC overkill\nCertified cylinders 35 mil'\nJumpin out planes, Doc's Da Name\nCock the flame, back to delete the pain\nHater, IKSRFO, don't Piscapo\nHit the safe for cake, shoulda switched to coal\nNigga, sneak a pound through custom drug hounds\nBound to rob your neighborhood Walbaums\nMe and my man jumpin out Sedans\nTappin your jaw, like Sugar Ray did Duran\nI, execute like wars in Beirut\nTwenty-two inch rims to parachute out the Lex Coupe\nThe rhythm hit em without the venom in em\nPen'll scare them with the shit I pull out the John Lennon\nHah, Dogstar, your girl smokin a lot\nI been had a demo before \"Ridin' High\"\nFive whips straight up, cash out the car lot\nClorox your Fort Knox, til y'all call SWAT\nBite off your ear for a souveneir\nSwitch from Red to Roy, give you Primal Fear\nIf you don't know the click then you're smokin wet\nFunk Doc, Def Squad, from the Jersey set\n\nWild the fuck out, smoke the fuck out\nDrink the fuck out, freak the fuck out\nBug the fuck out, scream the fuck out\nBlack the fuck out, act the fuck out\nDo you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\nDo you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\nOoooh-weeee! I think the heat is on\nNinety-seven Cheech and Chong, I'm reachin y'all\nRight on, my palm is like the cape on Spawn\nActive frequency, trip the car alarm\nRibbit Ribbit Ribbit, got moves to make\nChoose the date, today you hallucinate\nSmokin me out without war, torn, ghettoes\nOpposite of Goodfellows, Dinero\nGo to any borough who rock the mic thorough\nGot your wife sayin, \"Not tonight, hello!\"\nMoney talk, bullshit walk, ask Kris\nThe baptist, roll Garcia's with hashish\nYou need classes for practice to tap this\nJurassic crab shaft nasty ass bitch\nHot potato, drop the data\nGuard your Emancipation Proclimator\nLock shit down, cock the pound - no doubt\nAs a juvenile, brought cazals off canal\nBrick City be the pros at wildin out\noff at the mouth, get dressed like Thousand Isle\nGot a degree, on the hash and the leaky\nCrash in the V while we Master the P\nI beez Bout It Bout It, causin low mileage\nBlacka, make Zsa Zsa Gabor cha-cha\nSpit somethin to you then turn your eyes cockeyed\nDown with the Outz - ah ha ha, ha ha!\nYo tremblin, pickin up the pen again, adrenaline\nGot impact like DJ Boo on \"Benjamins\"\nSentiment, hit you with your thongs and your Timberland\nFuck ya, rob ya, cops say, \"It's them again!\"\n\nChoke the fuck out, joke the fuck out\nSweat the fuck out, pass the fuck out\nBlack the fuck out, flip the fuck out\nDrunk the fuck out, bug the fuck out\nDo you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\nDo you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\n(Busta Rhymes)\nYo, Pepe LePew I ain't messin wit you\nor stressin your crew, your own niggaz be testin you too\nFuckin wit you, makin your bitch unbuckle her shoe\nWatchin this bitch while she already know what she wanna do\nShe follow me home, and on the way she swallow me bone\nThe Don Corleone, she wildin all inside of my zone\nC'mon bitch, let me creep you out, peepin you out\nSneakin you out, over to my crib, freakin you out\nEveready, now turn off the telly, turn off the celly\nThe way I be hittin it got you sweatin makin you smelly\nShit funky like your mother with her STINKIN ass\nType of shit that'll have you aggie and ready to blast, WHOO!\nBaby just hold a second and give me a chance\nLet me go put my rubber on so that we really can dance\nNow we huggin you know we fuckin until my nuts bust out\nCardiac arrest of the pussy and pass the fuck out\n\n(Redman)\nBug the fuck out, sweat the fuck out\nDrink the fuck out, stink the fuck out\nAct the fuck out, smack the fuck out\nFuck the fuck out, freak the fuck out\nDo you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\nDo you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\nDo you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna drink a forty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\nStinkin ass\nStinkin ass\nStinkin ass\nStinkin ass!","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.69] (feat. Busta Rhymes)\n[00:10.57] (Redman)\n[00:17.25] Yo, bless the steel, step out dressed to kill\n[00:19.88] Spark the L, \"Whattup Doc?\" What the deal?\n[00:22.14] Clock the squeal, the MC overkill\n[00:23.72] Certified cylinders 35 mil'\n[00:26.42] Jumpin out planes, Doc's Da Name\n[00:28.68] Cock the flame, back to delete the pain\n[00:31.07] Hater, IKSRFO, don't Piscapo\n[00:33.34] Hit the safe for cake, shoulda switched to coal\n[00:35.66] Nigga, sneak a pound through custom drug hounds\n[00:37.75] Bound to rob your neighborhood Walbaums\n[00:39.94] Me and my man jumpin out Sedans\n[00:42.20] Tappin your jaw, like Sugar Ray did Duran\n[00:44.66] I, execute like wars in Beirut\n[00:45.31] Twenty-two inch rims to parachute out the Lex Coupe\n[00:49.47] The rhythm hit em without the venom in em\n[00:51.53] Pen'll scare them with the shit I pull out the John Lennon\n[00:53.68] Hah, Dogstar, your girl smokin a lot\n[00:55.81] I been had a demo before \"Ridin' High\"\n[00:58.04] Five whips straight up, cash out the car lot\n[01:00.22] Clorox your Fort Knox, til y'all call SWAT\n[01:02.61] Bite off your ear for a souveneir\n[01:04.66] Switch from Red to Roy, give you Primal Fear\n[01:06.96] If you don't know the click then you're smokin wet\n[01:09.15] Funk Doc, Def Squad, from the Jersey set\n[01:11.31] Wild the fuck out, smoke the fuck out\n[01:13.97] Drink the fuck out, freak the fuck out\n[01:15.92] Bug the fuck out, scream the fuck out\n[01:18.29] Black the fuck out, act the fuck out\n[01:20.44] Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\n[01:26.72] Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\n[01:28.37] Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n[01:29.49] Ooooh-weeee! I think the heat is on\n[01:31.60] Ninety-seven Cheech and Chong, I'm reachin y'all\n[01:34.01] Right on, my palm is like the cape on Spawn\n[01:36.02] Active frequency, trip the car alarm\n[01:38.12] Ribbit Ribbit Ribbit, got moves to make\n[01:40.00] Choose the date, today you hallucinate\n[01:42.59] Smokin me out without war, torn, ghettoes\n[01:45.06] Opposite of Goodfellows, Dinero\n[01:47.46] Go to any borough who rock the mic thorough\n[01:49.84] Got your wife sayin, \"Not tonight, hello!\"\n[01:52.01] Money talk, bullshit walk, ask Kris\n[01:53.97] The baptist, roll Garcia's with hashish\n[01:56.31] You need classes for practice to tap this\n[01:58.42] Jurassic crab shaft nasty ass bitch\n[02:00.84] Hot potato, drop the data\n[02:03.14] Guard your Emancipation Proclimator\n[02:05.41] Lock shit down, cock the pound - no doubt\n[02:08.05] As a juvenile, brought cazals off canal\n[02:09.98] Brick City be the pros at wildin out\n[02:12.33] off at the mouth, get dressed like Thousand Isle\n[02:14.36] Got a degree, on the hash and the leaky\n[02:16.55] Crash in the V while we Master the P\n[02:18.89] I beez Bout It Bout It, causin low mileage\n[02:21.13] Blacka, make Zsa Zsa Gabor cha-cha\n[02:23.66] Spit somethin to you then turn your eyes cockeyed\n[02:25.77] Down with the Outz - ah ha ha, ha ha!\n[02:27.85] Yo tremblin, pickin up the pen again, adrenaline\n[02:30.16] Got impact like DJ Boo on \"Benjamins\"\n[02:32.20] Sentiment, hit you with your thongs and your Timberland\n[02:34.68] Fuck ya, rob ya, cops say, \"It's them again!\"\n[02:36.84] Choke the fuck out, joke the fuck out\n[02:39.00] Sweat the fuck out, pass the fuck out\n[02:41.37] Black the fuck out, flip the fuck out\n[02:43.65] Drunk the fuck out, bug the fuck out\n[02:45.82] Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\n[02:50.00] Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\n[02:54.05] Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n[02:54.81] (Busta Rhymes)\n[02:55.67] Yo, Pepe LePew I ain't messin wit you\n[02:57.01] or stressin your crew, your own niggaz be testin you too\n[02:59.26] Fuckin wit you, makin your bitch unbuckle her shoe\n[03:01.48] Watchin this bitch while she already know what she wanna do\n[03:03.79] She follow me home, and on the way she swallow me bone\n[03:05.77] The Don Corleone, she wildin all inside of my zone\n[03:08.10] C'mon bitch, let me creep you out, peepin you out\n[03:10.43] Sneakin you out, over to my crib, freakin you out\n[03:12.61] Eveready, now turn off the telly, turn off the celly\n[03:14.71] The way I be hittin it got you sweatin makin you smelly\n[03:17.18] Shit funky like your mother with her STINKIN ass\n[03:19.40] Type of shit that'll have you aggie and ready to blast, WHOO!\n[03:21.65] Baby just hold a second and give me a chance\n[03:23.85] Let me go put my rubber on so that we really can dance\n[03:26.15] Now we huggin you know we fuckin until my nuts bust out\n[03:28.45] Cardiac arrest of the pussy and pass the fuck out\n[03:30.58] (Redman)\n[03:31.12] Bug the fuck out, sweat the fuck out\n[03:33.12] Drink the fuck out, stink the fuck out\n[03:35.43] Act the fuck out, smack the fuck out\n[03:37.48] Fuck the fuck out, freak the fuck out\n[03:39.53] Do you feel it in your body? 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Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\n  Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\n  Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\n  Ooooh-weeee! I think the heat is on\n  Ninety-seven Cheech and Chong, I'm reachin y'all\n  Right on, my palm is like the cape on Spawn\n  Active frequency, trip the car alarm\n  Ribbit Ribbit Ribbit, got moves to make\n  Choose the date, today you hallucinate\n  Smokin me out without war, torn, ghettoes\n  Opposite of Goodfellows, Dinero\n  Go to any borough who rock the mic thorough\n  Got your wife sayin, \"Not tonight, hello!\"\n  Money talk, bullshit walk, ask Kris\n  The baptist, roll Garcia's with hashish\n  You need classes for practice to tap this\n  Jurassic crab shaft nasty ass bitch\n  Hot potato, drop the data\n  Guard your Emancipation Proclimator\n  Lock shit down, cock the pound - no doubt\n  As a juvenile, brought cazals off canal\n  Brick City be the pros at wildin out\n  off at the mouth, get dressed like Thousand Isle\n  Got a degree, on the hash and the leaky\n  Crash in the V while we Master the P\n  I beez Bout It Bout It, causin low mileage\n  Blacka, make Zsa Zsa Gabor cha-cha\n  Spit somethin to you then turn your eyes cockeyed\n  Down with the Outz - ah ha ha, ha ha!\n  Yo tremblin, pickin up the pen again, adrenaline\n  Got impact like DJ Boo on \"Benjamins\"\n  Sentiment, hit you with your thongs and your Timberland\n  Fuck ya, rob ya, cops say, \"It's them again!\"\n\n  Choke the fuck out, joke the fuck out\n  Sweat the fuck out, pass the fuck out\n  Black the fuck out, flip the fuck out\n  Drunk the fuck out, bug the fuck out\n  Do you feel it in your body? 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Shake your stinkin ass\n\n  (Busta Rhymes)\n  Yo, Pepe LePew I ain't messin wit you\n  or stressin your crew, your own niggaz be testin you too\n  Fuckin wit you, makin your bitch unbuckle her shoe\n  Watchin this bitch while she already know what she wanna do\n  She follow me home, and on the way she swallow me bone\n  The Don Corleone, she wildin all inside of my zone\n  C'mon bitch, let me creep you out, peepin you out\n  Sneakin you out, over to my crib, freakin you out\n  Eveready, now turn off the telly, turn off the celly\n  The way I be hittin it got you sweatin makin you smelly\n  Shit funky like your mother with her STINKIN ass\n  Type of shit that'll have you aggie and ready to blast, WHOO!\n  Baby just hold a second and give me a chance\n  Let me go put my rubber on so that we really can dance\n  Now we huggin you know we fuckin until my nuts bust out\n  Cardiac arrest of the pussy and pass the fuck out\n\n  (Redman)\n  Bug the fuck out, sweat the fuck out\n  Drink the fuck out, stink the fuck out\n  Act the fuck out, smack the fuck out\n  Fuck the fuck out, freak the fuck out\n  Do you feel it in your body? 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Busta Rhymes)\n\n(Redman)\nYo, bless the steel, step out dressed to kill\nSpark the L, \"Whattup Doc?\" What the deal?\nClock the squeal, the MC overkill\nCertified cylinders 35 mil'\nJumpin out planes, Doc's Da Name\nCock the flame, back to delete the pain\nHater, IKSRFO, don't Piscapo\nHit the safe for cake, shoulda switched to coal\nNigga, sneak a pound through custom drug hounds\nBound to rob your neighborhood Walbaums\nMe and my man jumpin out Sedans\nTappin your jaw, like Sugar Ray did Duran\nI, execute like wars in Beirut\nTwenty-two inch rims to parachute out the Lex Coupe\nThe rhythm hit em without the venom in em\nPen'll scare them with the shit I pull out the John Lennon\nHah, Dogstar, your girl smokin a lot\nI been had a demo before \"Ridin' High\"\nFive whips straight up, cash out the car lot\nClorox your Fort Knox, til y'all call SWAT\nBite off your ear for a souveneir\nSwitch from Red to Roy, give you Primal Fear\nIf you don't know the click then you're smokin wet\nFunk Doc, Def Squad, from the Jersey set\n\nWild the fuck out, smoke the fuck out\nDrink the fuck out, freak the fuck out\nBug the fuck out, scream the fuck out\nBlack the fuck out, act the fuck out\nDo you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\nDo you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\nOoooh-weeee! I think the heat is on\nNinety-seven Cheech and Chong, I'm reachin y'all\nRight on, my palm is like the cape on Spawn\nActive frequency, trip the car alarm\nRibbit Ribbit Ribbit, got moves to make\nChoose the date, today you hallucinate\nSmokin me out without war, torn, ghettoes\nOpposite of Goodfellows, Dinero\nGo to any borough who rock the mic thorough\nGot your wife sayin, \"Not tonight, hello!\"\nMoney talk, bullshit walk, ask Kris\nThe baptist, roll Garcia's with hashish\nYou need classes for practice to tap this\nJurassic crab shaft nasty ass bitch\nHot potato, drop the data\nGuard your Emancipation Proclimator\nLock shit down, cock the pound - no doubt\nAs a juvenile, brought cazals off canal\nBrick City be the pros at wildin out\noff at the mouth, get dressed like Thousand Isle\nGot a degree, on the hash and the leaky\nCrash in the V while we Master the P\nI beez Bout It Bout It, causin low mileage\nBlacka, make Zsa Zsa Gabor cha-cha\nSpit somethin to you then turn your eyes cockeyed\nDown with the Outz - ah ha ha, ha ha!\nYo tremblin, pickin up the pen again, adrenaline\nGot impact like DJ Boo on \"Benjamins\"\nSentiment, hit you with your thongs and your Timberland\nFuck ya, rob ya, cops say, \"It's them again!\"\n\nChoke the fuck out, joke the fuck out\nSweat the fuck out, pass the fuck out\nBlack the fuck out, flip the fuck out\nDrunk the fuck out, bug the fuck out\nDo you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\nDo you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\n(Busta Rhymes)\nYo, Pepe LePew I ain't messin wit you\nor stressin your crew, your own niggaz be testin you too\nFuckin wit you, makin your bitch unbuckle her shoe\nWatchin this bitch while she already know what she wanna do\nShe follow me home, and on the way she swallow me bone\nThe Don Corleone, she wildin all inside of my zone\nC'mon bitch, let me creep you out, peepin you out\nSneakin you out, over to my crib, freakin you out\nEveready, now turn off the telly, turn off the celly\nThe way I be hittin it got you sweatin makin you smelly\nShit funky like your mother with her STINKIN ass\nType of shit that'll have you aggie and ready to blast, WHOO!\nBaby just hold a second and give me a chance\nLet me go put my rubber on so that we really can dance\nNow we huggin you know we fuckin until my nuts bust out\nCardiac arrest of the pussy and pass the fuck out\n\n(Redman)\nBug the fuck out, sweat the fuck out\nDrink the fuck out, stink the fuck out\nAct the fuck out, smack the fuck out\nFuck the fuck out, freak the fuck out\nDo you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\nDo you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\nDo you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna drink a forty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\nStinkin ass\nStinkin ass\nStinkin ass\nStinkin ass!","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.69] (feat. 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Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\n[01:26.72] Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\n[01:28.37] Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n[01:29.49] Ooooh-weeee! I think the heat is on\n[01:31.60] Ninety-seven Cheech and Chong, I'm reachin y'all\n[01:34.01] Right on, my palm is like the cape on Spawn\n[01:36.02] Active frequency, trip the car alarm\n[01:38.12] Ribbit Ribbit Ribbit, got moves to make\n[01:40.00] Choose the date, today you hallucinate\n[01:42.59] Smokin me out without war, torn, ghettoes\n[01:45.06] Opposite of Goodfellows, Dinero\n[01:47.46] Go to any borough who rock the mic thorough\n[01:49.84] Got your wife sayin, \"Not tonight, hello!\"\n[01:52.01] Money talk, bullshit walk, ask Kris\n[01:53.97] The baptist, roll Garcia's with hashish\n[01:56.31] You need classes for practice to tap this\n[01:58.42] Jurassic crab shaft nasty ass bitch\n[02:00.84] Hot potato, drop the data\n[02:03.14] Guard your Emancipation Proclimator\n[02:05.41] Lock shit down, cock the pound - no doubt\n[02:08.05] As a juvenile, brought cazals off canal\n[02:09.98] Brick City be the pros at wildin out\n[02:12.33] off at the mouth, get dressed like Thousand Isle\n[02:14.36] Got a degree, on the hash and the leaky\n[02:16.55] Crash in the V while we Master the P\n[02:18.89] I beez Bout It Bout It, causin low mileage\n[02:21.13] Blacka, make Zsa Zsa Gabor cha-cha\n[02:23.66] Spit somethin to you then turn your eyes cockeyed\n[02:25.77] Down with the Outz - ah ha ha, ha ha!\n[02:27.85] Yo tremblin, pickin up the pen again, adrenaline\n[02:30.16] Got impact like DJ Boo on \"Benjamins\"\n[02:32.20] Sentiment, hit you with your thongs and your Timberland\n[02:34.68] Fuck ya, rob ya, cops say, \"It's them again!\"\n[02:36.84] Choke the fuck out, joke the fuck out\n[02:39.00] Sweat the fuck out, pass the fuck out\n[02:41.37] Black the fuck out, flip the fuck out\n[02:43.65] Drunk the fuck out, bug the fuck out\n[02:45.82] Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\n[02:50.00] Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\n[02:54.05] Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n[02:54.81] (Busta Rhymes)\n[02:55.67] Yo, Pepe LePew I ain't messin wit you\n[02:57.01] or stressin your crew, your own niggaz be testin you too\n[02:59.26] Fuckin wit you, makin your bitch unbuckle her shoe\n[03:01.48] Watchin this bitch while she already know what she wanna do\n[03:03.79] She follow me home, and on the way she swallow me bone\n[03:05.77] The Don Corleone, she wildin all inside of my zone\n[03:08.10] C'mon bitch, let me creep you out, peepin you out\n[03:10.43] Sneakin you out, over to my crib, freakin you out\n[03:12.61] Eveready, now turn off the telly, turn off the celly\n[03:14.71] The way I be hittin it got you sweatin makin you smelly\n[03:17.18] Shit funky like your mother with her STINKIN ass\n[03:19.40] Type of shit that'll have you aggie and ready to blast, WHOO!\n[03:21.65] Baby just hold a second and give me a chance\n[03:23.85] Let me go put my rubber on so that we really can dance\n[03:26.15] Now we huggin you know we fuckin until my nuts bust out\n[03:28.45] Cardiac arrest of the pussy and pass the fuck out\n[03:30.58] (Redman)\n[03:31.12] Bug the fuck out, sweat the fuck out\n[03:33.12] Drink the fuck out, stink the fuck out\n[03:35.43] Act the fuck out, smack the fuck out\n[03:37.48] Fuck the fuck out, freak the fuck out\n[03:39.53] Do you feel it in your body? 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Busta Rhymes)\n\n  (Redman)\n  Yo, bless the steel, step out dressed to kill\n  Spark the L, \"Whattup Doc?\" What the deal?\n  Clock the squeal, the MC overkill\n  Certified cylinders 35 mil'\n  Jumpin out planes, Doc's Da Name\n  Cock the flame, back to delete the pain\n  Hater, IKSRFO, don't Piscapo\n  Hit the safe for cake, shoulda switched to coal\n  Nigga, sneak a pound through custom drug hounds\n  Bound to rob your neighborhood Walbaums\n  Me and my man jumpin out Sedans\n  Tappin your jaw, like Sugar Ray did Duran\n  I, execute like wars in Beirut\n  Twenty-two inch rims to parachute out the Lex Coupe\n  The rhythm hit em without the venom in em\n  Pen'll scare them with the shit I pull out the John Lennon\n  Hah, Dogstar, your girl smokin a lot\n  I been had a demo before \"Ridin' High\"\n  Five whips straight up, cash out the car lot\n  Clorox your Fort Knox, til y'all call SWAT\n  Bite off your ear for a souveneir\n  Switch from Red to Roy, give you Primal Fear\n  If you don't know the click then you're smokin wet\n  Funk Doc, Def Squad, from the Jersey set\n\n  Wild the fuck out, smoke the fuck out\n  Drink the fuck out, freak the fuck out\n  Bug the fuck out, scream the fuck out\n  Black the fuck out, act the fuck out\n  Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\n  Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\n  Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\n  Ooooh-weeee! I think the heat is on\n  Ninety-seven Cheech and Chong, I'm reachin y'all\n  Right on, my palm is like the cape on Spawn\n  Active frequency, trip the car alarm\n  Ribbit Ribbit Ribbit, got moves to make\n  Choose the date, today you hallucinate\n  Smokin me out without war, torn, ghettoes\n  Opposite of Goodfellows, Dinero\n  Go to any borough who rock the mic thorough\n  Got your wife sayin, \"Not tonight, hello!\"\n  Money talk, bullshit walk, ask Kris\n  The baptist, roll Garcia's with hashish\n  You need classes for practice to tap this\n  Jurassic crab shaft nasty ass bitch\n  Hot potato, drop the data\n  Guard your Emancipation Proclimator\n  Lock shit down, cock the pound - no doubt\n  As a juvenile, brought cazals off canal\n  Brick City be the pros at wildin out\n  off at the mouth, get dressed like Thousand Isle\n  Got a degree, on the hash and the leaky\n  Crash in the V while we Master the P\n  I beez Bout It Bout It, causin low mileage\n  Blacka, make Zsa Zsa Gabor cha-cha\n  Spit somethin to you then turn your eyes cockeyed\n  Down with the Outz - ah ha ha, ha ha!\n  Yo tremblin, pickin up the pen again, adrenaline\n  Got impact like DJ Boo on \"Benjamins\"\n  Sentiment, hit you with your thongs and your Timberland\n  Fuck ya, rob ya, cops say, \"It's them again!\"\n\n  Choke the fuck out, joke the fuck out\n  Sweat the fuck out, pass the fuck out\n  Black the fuck out, flip the fuck out\n  Drunk the fuck out, bug the fuck out\n  Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\n  Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\n  Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\n  (Busta Rhymes)\n  Yo, Pepe LePew I ain't messin wit you\n  or stressin your crew, your own niggaz be testin you too\n  Fuckin wit you, makin your bitch unbuckle her shoe\n  Watchin this bitch while she already know what she wanna do\n  She follow me home, and on the way she swallow me bone\n  The Don Corleone, she wildin all inside of my zone\n  C'mon bitch, let me creep you out, peepin you out\n  Sneakin you out, over to my crib, freakin you out\n  Eveready, now turn off the telly, turn off the celly\n  The way I be hittin it got you sweatin makin you smelly\n  Shit funky like your mother with her STINKIN ass\n  Type of shit that'll have you aggie and ready to blast, WHOO!\n  Baby just hold a second and give me a chance\n  Let me go put my rubber on so that we really can dance\n  Now we huggin you know we fuckin until my nuts bust out\n  Cardiac arrest of the pussy and pass the fuck out\n\n  (Redman)\n  Bug the fuck out, sweat the fuck out\n  Drink the fuck out, stink the fuck out\n  Act the fuck out, smack the fuck out\n  Fuck the fuck out, freak the fuck out\n  Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\n  Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\n  Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\n  Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass\n  Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n  Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\n  Do you wanna drink a forty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\n  Stinkin ass\n  Stinkin ass\n  Stinkin ass\n  Stinkin ass!\n"},{"id":37153057,"name":"Da Goodness (radio edit w/o Buster Rhymes)","trackName":"Da Goodness (radio edit w/o Buster Rhymes)","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Da Goodness","duration":207.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(feat. Busta Rhymes)\n\n(Redman)\nYo, bless the steel, step out dressed to kill\nSpark the L, \"Whattup Doc?\" What the deal?\nClock the squeal, the MC overkill\nCertified cylinders 35 mil'\nJumpin out planes, Doc's Da Name\nCock the flame, back to delete the pain\nHater, IKSRFO, don't Piscapo\nHit the safe for cake, shoulda switched to coal\nNigga, sneak a pound through custom drug hounds\nBound to rob your neighborhood Walbaums\nMe and my man jumpin out Sedans\nTappin your jaw, like Sugar Ray did Duran\nI, execute like wars in Beirut\nTwenty-two inch rims to parachute out the Lex Coupe\nThe rhythm hit em without the venom in em\nPen'll scare them with the shit I pull out the John Lennon\nHah, Dogstar, your girl smokin a lot\nI been had a demo before \"Ridin' High\"\nFive whips straight up, cash out the car lot\nClorox your Fort Knox, til y'all call SWAT\nBite off your ear for a souveneir\nSwitch from Red to Roy, give you Primal Fear\nIf you don't know the click then you're smokin wet\nFunk Doc, Def Squad, from the Jersey set\n\nWild the fuck out, smoke the fuck out\nDrink the fuck out, freak the fuck out\nBug the fuck out, scream the fuck out\nBlack the fuck out, act the fuck out\nDo you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\nDo you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\nOoooh-weeee! I think the heat is on\nNinety-seven Cheech and Chong, I'm reachin y'all\nRight on, my palm is like the cape on Spawn\nActive frequency, trip the car alarm\nRibbit Ribbit Ribbit, got moves to make\nChoose the date, today you hallucinate\nSmokin me out without war, torn, ghettoes\nOpposite of Goodfellows, Dinero\nGo to any borough who rock the mic thorough\nGot your wife sayin, \"Not tonight, hello!\"\nMoney talk, bullshit walk, ask Kris\nThe baptist, roll Garcia's with hashish\nYou need classes for practice to tap this\nJurassic crab shaft nasty ass bitch\nHot potato, drop the data\nGuard your Emancipation Proclimator\nLock shit down, cock the pound - no doubt\nAs a juvenile, brought cazals off canal\nBrick City be the pros at wildin out\noff at the mouth, get dressed like Thousand Isle\nGot a degree, on the hash and the leaky\nCrash in the V while we Master the P\nI beez Bout It Bout It, causin low mileage\nBlacka, make Zsa Zsa Gabor cha-cha\nSpit somethin to you then turn your eyes cockeyed\nDown with the Outz - ah ha ha, ha ha!\nYo tremblin, pickin up the pen again, adrenaline\nGot impact like DJ Boo on \"Benjamins\"\nSentiment, hit you with your thongs and your Timberland\nFuck ya, rob ya, cops say, \"It's them again!\"\n\nChoke the fuck out, joke the fuck out\nSweat the fuck out, pass the fuck out\nBlack the fuck out, flip the fuck out\nDrunk the fuck out, bug the fuck out\nDo you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\nDo you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\n(Busta Rhymes)\nYo, Pepe LePew I ain't messin wit you\nor stressin your crew, your own niggaz be testin you too\nFuckin wit you, makin your bitch unbuckle her shoe\nWatchin this bitch while she already know what she wanna do\nShe follow me home, and on the way she swallow me bone\nThe Don Corleone, she wildin all inside of my zone\nC'mon bitch, let me creep you out, peepin you out\nSneakin you out, over to my crib, freakin you out\nEveready, now turn off the telly, turn off the celly\nThe way I be hittin it got you sweatin makin you smelly\nShit funky like your mother with her STINKIN ass\nType of shit that'll have you aggie and ready to blast, WHOO!\nBaby just hold a second and give me a chance\nLet me go put my rubber on so that we really can dance\nNow we huggin you know we fuckin until my nuts bust out\nCardiac arrest of the pussy and pass the fuck out\n\n(Redman)\nBug the fuck out, sweat the fuck out\nDrink the fuck out, stink the fuck out\nAct the fuck out, smack the fuck out\nFuck the fuck out, freak the fuck out\nDo you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\nDo you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\nDo you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna drink a forty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\nStinkin ass\nStinkin ass\nStinkin ass\nStinkin ass!","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.69] (feat. Busta Rhymes)\n[00:10.57] (Redman)\n[00:17.25] Yo, bless the steel, step out dressed to kill\n[00:19.88] Spark the L, \"Whattup Doc?\" What the deal?\n[00:22.14] Clock the squeal, the MC overkill\n[00:23.72] Certified cylinders 35 mil'\n[00:26.42] Jumpin out planes, Doc's Da Name\n[00:28.68] Cock the flame, back to delete the pain\n[00:31.07] Hater, IKSRFO, don't Piscapo\n[00:33.34] Hit the safe for cake, shoulda switched to coal\n[00:35.66] Nigga, sneak a pound through custom drug hounds\n[00:37.75] Bound to rob your neighborhood Walbaums\n[00:39.94] Me and my man jumpin out Sedans\n[00:42.20] Tappin your jaw, like Sugar Ray did Duran\n[00:44.66] I, execute like wars in Beirut\n[00:45.31] Twenty-two inch rims to parachute out the Lex Coupe\n[00:49.47] The rhythm hit em without the venom in em\n[00:51.53] Pen'll scare them with the shit I pull out the John Lennon\n[00:53.68] Hah, Dogstar, your girl smokin a lot\n[00:55.81] I been had a demo before \"Ridin' High\"\n[00:58.04] Five whips straight up, cash out the car lot\n[01:00.22] Clorox your Fort Knox, til y'all call SWAT\n[01:02.61] Bite off your ear for a souveneir\n[01:04.66] Switch from Red to Roy, give you Primal Fear\n[01:06.96] If you don't know the click then you're smokin wet\n[01:09.15] Funk Doc, Def Squad, from the Jersey set\n[01:11.31] Wild the fuck out, smoke the fuck out\n[01:13.97] Drink the fuck out, freak the fuck out\n[01:15.92] Bug the fuck out, scream the fuck out\n[01:18.29] Black the fuck out, act the fuck out\n[01:20.44] Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\n[01:26.72] Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\n[01:28.37] Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n[01:29.49] Ooooh-weeee! I think the heat is on\n[01:31.60] Ninety-seven Cheech and Chong, I'm reachin y'all\n[01:34.01] Right on, my palm is like the cape on Spawn\n[01:36.02] Active frequency, trip the car alarm\n[01:38.12] Ribbit Ribbit Ribbit, got moves to make\n[01:40.00] Choose the date, today you hallucinate\n[01:42.59] Smokin me out without war, torn, ghettoes\n[01:45.06] Opposite of Goodfellows, Dinero\n[01:47.46] Go to any borough who rock the mic thorough\n[01:49.84] Got your wife sayin, \"Not tonight, hello!\"\n[01:52.01] Money talk, bullshit walk, ask Kris\n[01:53.97] The baptist, roll Garcia's with hashish\n[01:56.31] You need classes for practice to tap this\n[01:58.42] Jurassic crab shaft nasty ass bitch\n[02:00.84] Hot potato, drop the data\n[02:03.14] Guard your Emancipation Proclimator\n[02:05.41] Lock shit down, cock the pound - no doubt\n[02:08.05] As a juvenile, brought cazals off canal\n[02:09.98] Brick City be the pros at wildin out\n[02:12.33] off at the mouth, get dressed like Thousand Isle\n[02:14.36] Got a degree, on the hash and the leaky\n[02:16.55] Crash in the V while we Master the P\n[02:18.89] I beez Bout It Bout It, causin low mileage\n[02:21.13] Blacka, make Zsa Zsa Gabor cha-cha\n[02:23.66] Spit somethin to you then turn your eyes cockeyed\n[02:25.77] Down with the Outz - ah ha ha, ha ha!\n[02:27.85] Yo tremblin, pickin up the pen again, adrenaline\n[02:30.16] Got impact like DJ Boo on \"Benjamins\"\n[02:32.20] Sentiment, hit you with your thongs and your Timberland\n[02:34.68] Fuck ya, rob ya, cops say, \"It's them again!\"\n[02:36.84] Choke the fuck out, joke the fuck out\n[02:39.00] Sweat the fuck out, pass the fuck out\n[02:41.37] Black the fuck out, flip the fuck out\n[02:43.65] Drunk the fuck out, bug the fuck out\n[02:45.82] Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\n[02:50.00] Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\n[02:54.05] Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n[02:54.81] (Busta Rhymes)\n[02:55.67] Yo, Pepe LePew I ain't messin wit you\n[02:57.01] or stressin your crew, your own niggaz be testin you too\n[02:59.26] Fuckin wit you, makin your bitch unbuckle her shoe\n[03:01.48] Watchin this bitch while she already know what she wanna do\n[03:03.79] She follow me home, and on the way she swallow me bone\n[03:05.77] The Don Corleone, she wildin all inside of my zone\n[03:08.10] C'mon bitch, let me creep you out, peepin you out\n[03:10.43] Sneakin you out, over to my crib, freakin you out\n[03:12.61] Eveready, now turn off the telly, turn off the celly\n[03:14.71] The way I be hittin it got you sweatin makin you smelly\n[03:17.18] Shit funky like your mother with her STINKIN ass\n[03:19.40] Type of shit that'll have you aggie and ready to blast, WHOO!\n[03:21.65] Baby just hold a second and give me a chance\n[03:23.85] Let me go put my rubber on so that we really can dance\n[03:26.15] Now we huggin you know we fuckin until my nuts bust out\n[03:28.45] Cardiac arrest of the pussy and pass the fuck out\n[03:30.58] (Redman)\n[03:31.12] Bug the fuck out, sweat the fuck out\n[03:33.12] Drink the fuck out, stink the fuck out\n[03:35.43] Act the fuck out, smack the fuck out\n[03:37.48] Fuck the fuck out, freak the fuck out\n[03:39.53] Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\n[03:44.20] Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\n[03:48.52] Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n[03:50.43] Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass\n[03:53.98] Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n[03:56.97] Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\n[03:58.55] Do you wanna drink a forty? Shake your stinkin ass\n[04:00.49] Stinkin ass\n[04:01.43] Stinkin ass\n[04:03.37] Stinkin ass\n[04:04.26] Stinkin ass!\n[04:10.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Da Goodness (radio edit w/o Buster Rhymes)\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Da Goodness\n  duration_ms: 207000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (feat. 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Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\n  Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\n  Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\n  Ooooh-weeee! I think the heat is on\n  Ninety-seven Cheech and Chong, I'm reachin y'all\n  Right on, my palm is like the cape on Spawn\n  Active frequency, trip the car alarm\n  Ribbit Ribbit Ribbit, got moves to make\n  Choose the date, today you hallucinate\n  Smokin me out without war, torn, ghettoes\n  Opposite of Goodfellows, Dinero\n  Go to any borough who rock the mic thorough\n  Got your wife sayin, \"Not tonight, hello!\"\n  Money talk, bullshit walk, ask Kris\n  The baptist, roll Garcia's with hashish\n  You need classes for practice to tap this\n  Jurassic crab shaft nasty ass bitch\n  Hot potato, drop the data\n  Guard your Emancipation Proclimator\n  Lock shit down, cock the pound - no doubt\n  As a juvenile, brought cazals off canal\n  Brick City be the pros at wildin out\n  off at the mouth, get dressed like Thousand Isle\n  Got a degree, on the hash and the leaky\n  Crash in the V while we Master the P\n  I beez Bout It Bout It, causin low mileage\n  Blacka, make Zsa Zsa Gabor cha-cha\n  Spit somethin to you then turn your eyes cockeyed\n  Down with the Outz - ah ha ha, ha ha!\n  Yo tremblin, pickin up the pen again, adrenaline\n  Got impact like DJ Boo on \"Benjamins\"\n  Sentiment, hit you with your thongs and your Timberland\n  Fuck ya, rob ya, cops say, \"It's them again!\"\n\n  Choke the fuck out, joke the fuck out\n  Sweat the fuck out, pass the fuck out\n  Black the fuck out, flip the fuck out\n  Drunk the fuck out, bug the fuck out\n  Do you feel it in your body? 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Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\nDo you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\nOoooh-weeee! I think the heat is on\nNinety-seven Cheech and Chong, I'm reachin y'all\nRight on, my palm is like the cape on Spawn\nActive frequency, trip the car alarm\nRibbit Ribbit Ribbit, got moves to make\nChoose the date, today you hallucinate\nSmokin me out without war, torn, ghettoes\nOpposite of Goodfellows, Dinero\nGo to any borough who rock the mic thorough\nGot your wife sayin, \"Not tonight, hello!\"\nMoney talk, bullshit walk, ask Kris\nThe baptist, roll Garcia's with hashish\nYou need classes for practice to tap this\nJurassic crab shaft nasty ass bitch\nHot potato, drop the data\nGuard your Emancipation Proclimator\nLock shit down, cock the pound - no doubt\nAs a juvenile, brought cazals off canal\nBrick City be the pros at wildin out\noff at the mouth, get dressed like Thousand Isle\nGot a degree, on the hash and the leaky\nCrash in the V while we Master the P\nI beez Bout It Bout It, causin low mileage\nBlacka, make Zsa Zsa Gabor cha-cha\nSpit somethin to you then turn your eyes cockeyed\nDown with the Outz - ah ha ha, ha ha!\nYo tremblin, pickin up the pen again, adrenaline\nGot impact like DJ Boo on \"Benjamins\"\nSentiment, hit you with your thongs and your Timberland\nFuck ya, rob ya, cops say, \"It's them again!\"\n\nChoke the fuck out, joke the fuck out\nSweat the fuck out, pass the fuck out\nBlack the fuck out, flip the fuck out\nDrunk the fuck out, bug the fuck out\nDo you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\nDo you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\n(Busta Rhymes)\nYo, Pepe LePew I ain't messin wit you\nor stressin your crew, your own niggaz be testin you too\nFuckin wit you, makin your bitch unbuckle her shoe\nWatchin this bitch while she already know what she wanna do\nShe follow me home, and on the way she swallow me bone\nThe Don Corleone, she wildin all inside of my zone\nC'mon bitch, let me creep you out, peepin you out\nSneakin you out, over to my crib, freakin you out\nEveready, now turn off the telly, turn off the celly\nThe way I be hittin it got you sweatin makin you smelly\nShit funky like your mother with her STINKIN ass\nType of shit that'll have you aggie and ready to blast, WHOO!\nBaby just hold a second and give me a chance\nLet me go put my rubber on so that we really can dance\nNow we huggin you know we fuckin until my nuts bust out\nCardiac arrest of the pussy and pass the fuck out\n\n(Redman)\nBug the fuck out, sweat the fuck out\nDrink the fuck out, stink the fuck out\nAct the fuck out, smack the fuck out\nFuck the fuck out, freak the fuck out\nDo you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\nDo you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\nDo you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna drink a forty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\nStinkin ass\nStinkin ass\nStinkin ass\nStinkin ass!","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.69] (feat. 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Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\n[02:50.00] Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\n[02:54.05] Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n[02:54.81] (Busta Rhymes)\n[02:55.67] Yo, Pepe LePew I ain't messin wit you\n[02:57.01] or stressin your crew, your own niggaz be testin you too\n[02:59.26] Fuckin wit you, makin your bitch unbuckle her shoe\n[03:01.48] Watchin this bitch while she already know what she wanna do\n[03:03.79] She follow me home, and on the way she swallow me bone\n[03:05.77] The Don Corleone, she wildin all inside of my zone\n[03:08.10] C'mon bitch, let me creep you out, peepin you out\n[03:10.43] Sneakin you out, over to my crib, freakin you out\n[03:12.61] Eveready, now turn off the telly, turn off the celly\n[03:14.71] The way I be hittin it got you sweatin makin you smelly\n[03:17.18] Shit funky like your mother with her STINKIN ass\n[03:19.40] Type of shit that'll have you aggie and ready to blast, WHOO!\n[03:21.65] Baby just hold a second and give me a chance\n[03:23.85] Let me go put my rubber on so that we really can dance\n[03:26.15] Now we huggin you know we fuckin until my nuts bust out\n[03:28.45] Cardiac arrest of the pussy and pass the fuck out\n[03:30.58] (Redman)\n[03:31.12] Bug the fuck out, sweat the fuck out\n[03:33.12] Drink the fuck out, stink the fuck out\n[03:35.43] Act the fuck out, smack the fuck out\n[03:37.48] Fuck the fuck out, freak the fuck out\n[03:39.53] Do you feel it in your body? 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Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\n  Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\n  Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\n  Ooooh-weeee! I think the heat is on\n  Ninety-seven Cheech and Chong, I'm reachin y'all\n  Right on, my palm is like the cape on Spawn\n  Active frequency, trip the car alarm\n  Ribbit Ribbit Ribbit, got moves to make\n  Choose the date, today you hallucinate\n  Smokin me out without war, torn, ghettoes\n  Opposite of Goodfellows, Dinero\n  Go to any borough who rock the mic thorough\n  Got your wife sayin, \"Not tonight, hello!\"\n  Money talk, bullshit walk, ask Kris\n  The baptist, roll Garcia's with hashish\n  You need classes for practice to tap this\n  Jurassic crab shaft nasty ass bitch\n  Hot potato, drop the data\n  Guard your Emancipation Proclimator\n  Lock shit down, cock the pound - no doubt\n  As a juvenile, brought cazals off canal\n  Brick City be the pros at wildin out\n  off at the mouth, get dressed like Thousand Isle\n  Got a degree, on the hash and the leaky\n  Crash in the V while we Master the P\n  I beez Bout It Bout It, causin low mileage\n  Blacka, make Zsa Zsa Gabor cha-cha\n  Spit somethin to you then turn your eyes cockeyed\n  Down with the Outz - ah ha ha, ha ha!\n  Yo tremblin, pickin up the pen again, adrenaline\n  Got impact like DJ Boo on \"Benjamins\"\n  Sentiment, hit you with your thongs and your Timberland\n  Fuck ya, rob ya, cops say, \"It's them again!\"\n\n  Choke the fuck out, joke the fuck out\n  Sweat the fuck out, pass the fuck out\n  Black the fuck out, flip the fuck out\n  Drunk the fuck out, bug the fuck out\n  Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\n  Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\n  Do you wanna get naughty? 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Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\n  Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\n  Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\n  Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass\n  Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n  Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\n  Do you wanna drink a forty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\n  Stinkin ass\n  Stinkin ass\n  Stinkin ass\n  Stinkin ass!\n"},{"id":36109121,"name":"Da Goodness (radio edit w/o Buster Rhymes)","trackName":"Da Goodness (radio edit w/o Buster Rhymes)","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Da Goodness  (single)","duration":216.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(feat. 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Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\nDo you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\nOoooh-weeee! I think the heat is on\nNinety-seven Cheech and Chong, I'm reachin y'all\nRight on, my palm is like the cape on Spawn\nActive frequency, trip the car alarm\nRibbit Ribbit Ribbit, got moves to make\nChoose the date, today you hallucinate\nSmokin me out without war, torn, ghettoes\nOpposite of Goodfellows, Dinero\nGo to any borough who rock the mic thorough\nGot your wife sayin, \"Not tonight, hello!\"\nMoney talk, bullshit walk, ask Kris\nThe baptist, roll Garcia's with hashish\nYou need classes for practice to tap this\nJurassic crab shaft nasty ass bitch\nHot potato, drop the data\nGuard your Emancipation Proclimator\nLock shit down, cock the pound - no doubt\nAs a juvenile, brought cazals off canal\nBrick City be the pros at wildin out\noff at the mouth, get dressed like Thousand Isle\nGot a degree, on the hash and the leaky\nCrash in the V while we Master the P\nI beez Bout It Bout It, causin low mileage\nBlacka, make Zsa Zsa Gabor cha-cha\nSpit somethin to you then turn your eyes cockeyed\nDown with the Outz - ah ha ha, ha ha!\nYo tremblin, pickin up the pen again, adrenaline\nGot impact like DJ Boo on \"Benjamins\"\nSentiment, hit you with your thongs and your Timberland\nFuck ya, rob ya, cops say, \"It's them again!\"\n\nChoke the fuck out, joke the fuck out\nSweat the fuck out, pass the fuck out\nBlack the fuck out, flip the fuck out\nDrunk the fuck out, bug the fuck out\nDo you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\nDo you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\n(Busta Rhymes)\nYo, Pepe LePew I ain't messin wit you\nor stressin your crew, your own niggaz be testin you too\nFuckin wit you, makin your bitch unbuckle her shoe\nWatchin this bitch while she already know what she wanna do\nShe follow me home, and on the way she swallow me bone\nThe Don Corleone, she wildin all inside of my zone\nC'mon bitch, let me creep you out, peepin you out\nSneakin you out, over to my crib, freakin you out\nEveready, now turn off the telly, turn off the celly\nThe way I be hittin it got you sweatin makin you smelly\nShit funky like your mother with her STINKIN ass\nType of shit that'll have you aggie and ready to blast, WHOO!\nBaby just hold a second and give me a chance\nLet me go put my rubber on so that we really can dance\nNow we huggin you know we fuckin until my nuts bust out\nCardiac arrest of the pussy and pass the fuck out\n\n(Redman)\nBug the fuck out, sweat the fuck out\nDrink the fuck out, stink the fuck out\nAct the fuck out, smack the fuck out\nFuck the fuck out, freak the fuck out\nDo you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\nDo you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\nDo you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna drink a forty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\nStinkin ass\nStinkin ass\nStinkin ass\nStinkin ass!","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.69] (feat. Busta Rhymes)\n[00:10.57] (Redman)\n[00:17.25] Yo, bless the steel, step out dressed to kill\n[00:19.88] Spark the L, \"Whattup Doc?\" What the deal?\n[00:22.14] Clock the squeal, the MC overkill\n[00:23.72] Certified cylinders 35 mil'\n[00:26.42] Jumpin out planes, Doc's Da Name\n[00:28.68] Cock the flame, back to delete the pain\n[00:31.07] Hater, IKSRFO, don't Piscapo\n[00:33.34] Hit the safe for cake, shoulda switched to coal\n[00:35.66] Nigga, sneak a pound through custom drug hounds\n[00:37.75] Bound to rob your neighborhood Walbaums\n[00:39.94] Me and my man jumpin out Sedans\n[00:42.20] Tappin your jaw, like Sugar Ray did Duran\n[00:44.66] I, execute like wars in Beirut\n[00:45.31] Twenty-two inch rims to parachute out the Lex Coupe\n[00:49.47] The rhythm hit em without the venom in em\n[00:51.53] Pen'll scare them with the shit I pull out the John Lennon\n[00:53.68] Hah, Dogstar, your girl smokin a lot\n[00:55.81] I been had a demo before \"Ridin' High\"\n[00:58.04] Five whips straight up, cash out the car lot\n[01:00.22] Clorox your Fort Knox, til y'all call SWAT\n[01:02.61] Bite off your ear for a souveneir\n[01:04.66] Switch from Red to Roy, give you Primal Fear\n[01:06.96] If you don't know the click then you're smokin wet\n[01:09.15] Funk Doc, Def Squad, from the Jersey set\n[01:11.31] Wild the fuck out, smoke the fuck out\n[01:13.97] Drink the fuck out, freak the fuck out\n[01:15.92] Bug the fuck out, scream the fuck out\n[01:18.29] Black the fuck out, act the fuck out\n[01:20.44] Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\n[01:26.72] Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\n[01:28.37] Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n[01:29.49] Ooooh-weeee! I think the heat is on\n[01:31.60] Ninety-seven Cheech and Chong, I'm reachin y'all\n[01:34.01] Right on, my palm is like the cape on Spawn\n[01:36.02] Active frequency, trip the car alarm\n[01:38.12] Ribbit Ribbit Ribbit, got moves to make\n[01:40.00] Choose the date, today you hallucinate\n[01:42.59] Smokin me out without war, torn, ghettoes\n[01:45.06] Opposite of Goodfellows, Dinero\n[01:47.46] Go to any borough who rock the mic thorough\n[01:49.84] Got your wife sayin, \"Not tonight, hello!\"\n[01:52.01] Money talk, bullshit walk, ask Kris\n[01:53.97] The baptist, roll Garcia's with hashish\n[01:56.31] You need classes for practice to tap this\n[01:58.42] Jurassic crab shaft nasty ass bitch\n[02:00.84] Hot potato, drop the data\n[02:03.14] Guard your Emancipation Proclimator\n[02:05.41] Lock shit down, cock the pound - no doubt\n[02:08.05] As a juvenile, brought cazals off canal\n[02:09.98] Brick City be the pros at wildin out\n[02:12.33] off at the mouth, get dressed like Thousand Isle\n[02:14.36] Got a degree, on the hash and the leaky\n[02:16.55] Crash in the V while we Master the P\n[02:18.89] I beez Bout It Bout It, causin low mileage\n[02:21.13] Blacka, make Zsa Zsa Gabor cha-cha\n[02:23.66] Spit somethin to you then turn your eyes cockeyed\n[02:25.77] Down with the Outz - ah ha ha, ha ha!\n[02:27.85] Yo tremblin, pickin up the pen again, adrenaline\n[02:30.16] Got impact like DJ Boo on \"Benjamins\"\n[02:32.20] Sentiment, hit you with your thongs and your Timberland\n[02:34.68] Fuck ya, rob ya, cops say, \"It's them again!\"\n[02:36.84] Choke the fuck out, joke the fuck out\n[02:39.00] Sweat the fuck out, pass the fuck out\n[02:41.37] Black the fuck out, flip the fuck out\n[02:43.65] Drunk the fuck out, bug the fuck out\n[02:45.82] Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\n[02:50.00] Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\n[02:54.05] Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n[02:54.81] (Busta Rhymes)\n[02:55.67] Yo, Pepe LePew I ain't messin wit you\n[02:57.01] or stressin your crew, your own niggaz be testin you too\n[02:59.26] Fuckin wit you, makin your bitch unbuckle her shoe\n[03:01.48] Watchin this bitch while she already know what she wanna do\n[03:03.79] She follow me home, and on the way she swallow me bone\n[03:05.77] The Don Corleone, she wildin all inside of my zone\n[03:08.10] C'mon bitch, let me creep you out, peepin you out\n[03:10.43] Sneakin you out, over to my crib, freakin you out\n[03:12.61] Eveready, now turn off the telly, turn off the celly\n[03:14.71] The way I be hittin it got you sweatin makin you smelly\n[03:17.18] Shit funky like your mother with her STINKIN ass\n[03:19.40] Type of shit that'll have you aggie and ready to blast, WHOO!\n[03:21.65] Baby just hold a second and give me a chance\n[03:23.85] Let me go put my rubber on so that we really can dance\n[03:26.15] Now we huggin you know we fuckin until my nuts bust out\n[03:28.45] Cardiac arrest of the pussy and pass the fuck out\n[03:30.58] (Redman)\n[03:31.12] Bug the fuck out, sweat the fuck out\n[03:33.12] Drink the fuck out, stink the fuck out\n[03:35.43] Act the fuck out, smack the fuck out\n[03:37.48] Fuck the fuck out, freak the fuck out\n[03:39.53] Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\n[03:44.20] Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\n[03:48.52] Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n[03:50.43] Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass\n[03:53.98] Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n[03:56.97] Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\n[03:58.55] Do you wanna drink a forty? Shake your stinkin ass\n[04:00.49] Stinkin ass\n[04:01.43] Stinkin ass\n[04:03.37] Stinkin ass\n[04:04.26] Stinkin ass!\n[04:10.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Da Goodness (radio edit w/o Buster Rhymes)\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Da Goodness  (single)\n  duration_ms: 216000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (feat. 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Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\n  Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\n  Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\n  Ooooh-weeee! I think the heat is on\n  Ninety-seven Cheech and Chong, I'm reachin y'all\n  Right on, my palm is like the cape on Spawn\n  Active frequency, trip the car alarm\n  Ribbit Ribbit Ribbit, got moves to make\n  Choose the date, today you hallucinate\n  Smokin me out without war, torn, ghettoes\n  Opposite of Goodfellows, Dinero\n  Go to any borough who rock the mic thorough\n  Got your wife sayin, \"Not tonight, hello!\"\n  Money talk, bullshit walk, ask Kris\n  The baptist, roll Garcia's with hashish\n  You need classes for practice to tap this\n  Jurassic crab shaft nasty ass bitch\n  Hot potato, drop the data\n  Guard your Emancipation Proclimator\n  Lock shit down, cock the pound - no doubt\n  As a juvenile, brought cazals off canal\n  Brick City be the pros at wildin out\n  off at the mouth, get dressed like Thousand Isle\n  Got a degree, on the hash and the leaky\n  Crash in the V while we Master the P\n  I beez Bout It Bout It, causin low mileage\n  Blacka, make Zsa Zsa Gabor cha-cha\n  Spit somethin to you then turn your eyes cockeyed\n  Down with the Outz - ah ha ha, ha ha!\n  Yo tremblin, pickin up the pen again, adrenaline\n  Got impact like DJ Boo on \"Benjamins\"\n  Sentiment, hit you with your thongs and your Timberland\n  Fuck ya, rob ya, cops say, \"It's them again!\"\n\n  Choke the fuck out, joke the fuck out\n  Sweat the fuck out, pass the fuck out\n  Black the fuck out, flip the fuck out\n  Drunk the fuck out, bug the fuck out\n  Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\n  Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\n  Do you wanna get naughty? 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I think the heat is on\nNinety-seven Cheech and Chong, I'm reachin y'all\nRight on, my palm is like the cape on Spawn\nActive frequency, trip the car alarm\nRibbit Ribbit Ribbit, got moves to make\nChoose the date, today you hallucinate\nSmokin me out without war, torn, ghettoes\nOpposite of Goodfellows, Dinero\nGo to any borough who rock the mic thorough\nGot your wife sayin, \"Not tonight, hello!\"\nMoney talk, bullshit walk, ask Kris\nThe baptist, roll Garcia's with hashish\nYou need classes for practice to tap this\nJurassic crab shaft nasty ass bitch\nHot potato, drop the data\nGuard your Emancipation Proclimator\nLock shit down, cock the pound - no doubt\nAs a juvenile, brought cazals off canal\nBrick City be the pros at wildin out\nOff at the mouth, get dressed like Thousand Isle\nGot a degree, on the hash and the leaky\nCrash in the V while we Master the P\nI beez Bout It Bout It, causin low mileage\nBlacka, make Zsa Zsa Gabor cha-cha\nSpit somethin to you then turn your eyes cockeyed\nDown with the Outz - ah ha ha, ha ha!\nYo tremblin, pickin up the pen again, adrenaline\nGot impact like DJ Boo on \"Benjamins\"\nSentiment, hit you with your thongs and your Timberland\nFuck ya, rob ya, cops say, \"It's them again!\"\n\nChoke the fuck out, joke the fuck out\nSweat the fuck out, pass the fuck out\nBlack the fuck out, flip the fuck out\nDrunk the fuck out, bug the fuck out\nDo you feel it in your body? 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Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\n  Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\n  Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\n  Ooooh-weeee! I think the heat is on\n  Ninety-seven Cheech and Chong, I'm reachin y'all\n  Right on, my palm is like the cape on Spawn\n  Active frequency, trip the car alarm\n  Ribbit Ribbit Ribbit, got moves to make\n  Choose the date, today you hallucinate\n  Smokin me out without war, torn, ghettoes\n  Opposite of Goodfellows, Dinero\n  Go to any borough who rock the mic thorough\n  Got your wife sayin, \"Not tonight, hello!\"\n  Money talk, bullshit walk, ask Kris\n  The baptist, roll Garcia's with hashish\n  You need classes for practice to tap this\n  Jurassic crab shaft nasty ass bitch\n  Hot potato, drop the data\n  Guard your Emancipation Proclimator\n  Lock shit down, cock the pound - no doubt\n  As a juvenile, brought cazals off canal\n  Brick City be the pros at wildin out\n  Off at the mouth, get dressed like Thousand Isle\n  Got a degree, on the hash and the leaky\n  Crash in the V while we Master the P\n  I beez Bout It Bout It, causin low mileage\n  Blacka, make Zsa Zsa Gabor cha-cha\n  Spit somethin to you then turn your eyes cockeyed\n  Down with the Outz - ah ha ha, ha ha!\n  Yo tremblin, pickin up the pen again, adrenaline\n  Got impact like DJ Boo on \"Benjamins\"\n  Sentiment, hit you with your thongs and your Timberland\n  Fuck ya, rob ya, cops say, \"It's them again!\"\n\n  Choke the fuck out, joke the fuck out\n  Sweat the fuck out, pass the fuck out\n  Black the fuck out, flip the fuck out\n  Drunk the fuck out, bug the fuck out\n  Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\n  Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\n  Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\n  (Busta Rhymes)\n  Yo, Pepe LePew I ain't messin wit you\n  Or stressin your crew, your own niggaz be testin you too\n  Fuckin wit you, makin your bitch unbuckle her shoe\n  Watchin this bitch while she already know what she wanna do\n  She follow me home, and on the way she swallow me bone\n  The Don Corleone, she wildin all inside of my zone\n  C'mon bitch, let me creep you out, peepin you out\n  Sneakin you out, over to my crib, freakin you out\n  Eveready, now turn off the telly, turn off the celly\n  The way I be hittin it got you sweatin makin you smelly\n  Shit funky like your mother with her STINKIN ass\n  Type of shit that'll have you aggie and ready to blast, WHOO!\n  Baby just hold a second and give me a chance\n  Let me go put my rubber on so that we really can dance\n  Now we huggin you know we fuckin until my nuts bust out\n  Cardiac arrest of the pussy and pass the fuck out\n\n  (Redman)\n  Bug the fuck out, sweat the fuck out\n  Drink the fuck out, stink the fuck out\n  Act the fuck out, smack the fuck out\n  Fuck the fuck out, freak the fuck out\n  Do you feel it in your body? 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Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\nDo you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\nOoooh-weeee! I think the heat is on\nNinety-seven Cheech and Chong, I'm reachin y'all\nRight on, my palm is like the cape on Spawn\nActive frequency, trip the car alarm\nRibbit Ribbit Ribbit, got moves to make\nChoose the date, today you hallucinate\nSmokin me out without war, torn, ghettoes\nOpposite of Goodfellows, Dinero\nGo to any borough who rock the mic thorough\nGot your wife sayin, \"Not tonight, hello!\"\nMoney talk, bullshit walk, ask Kris\nThe baptist, roll Garcia's with hashish\nYou need classes for practice to tap this\nJurassic crab shaft nasty ass bitch\nHot potato, drop the data\nGuard your Emancipation Proclimator\nLock shit down, cock the pound - no doubt\nAs a juvenile, brought cazals off canal\nBrick City be the pros at wildin out\nOff at the mouth, get dressed like Thousand Isle\nGot a degree, on the hash and the leaky\nCrash in the V while we Master the P\nI beez Bout It Bout It, causin low mileage\nBlacka, make Zsa Zsa Gabor cha-cha\nSpit somethin to you then turn your eyes cockeyed\nDown with the Outz - ah ha ha, ha ha!\nYo tremblin, pickin up the pen again, adrenaline\nGot impact like DJ Boo on \"Benjamins\"\nSentiment, hit you with your thongs and your Timberland\nFuck ya, rob ya, cops say, \"It's them again!\"\n\nChoke the fuck out, joke the fuck out\nSweat the fuck out, pass the fuck out\nBlack the fuck out, flip the fuck out\nDrunk the fuck out, bug the fuck out\nDo you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\nDo you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\n(Busta Rhymes)\nYo, Pepe LePew I ain't messin wit you\nOr stressin your crew, your own niggaz be testin you too\nFuckin wit you, makin your bitch unbuckle her shoe\nWatchin this bitch while she already know what she wanna do\nShe follow me home, and on the way she swallow me bone\nThe Don Corleone, she wildin all inside of my zone\nC'mon bitch, let me creep you out, peepin you out\nSneakin you out, over to my crib, freakin you out\nEveready, now turn off the telly, turn off the celly\nThe way I be hittin it got you sweatin makin you smelly\nShit funky like your mother with her STINKIN ass\nType of shit that'll have you aggie and ready to blast, WHOO!\nBaby just hold a second and give me a chance\nLet me go put my rubber on so that we really can dance\nNow we huggin you know we fuckin until my nuts bust out\nCardiac arrest of the pussy and pass the fuck out\n\n(Redman)\nBug the fuck out, sweat the fuck out\nDrink the fuck out, stink the fuck out\nAct the fuck out, smack the fuck out\nFuck the fuck out, freak the fuck out\nDo you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\nDo you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\nDo you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna drink a forty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\nStinkin ass\nStinkin ass\nStinkin ass\nStinkin ass!","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.69] (Feat. 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Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\n  Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\n  Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\n  Ooooh-weeee! I think the heat is on\n  Ninety-seven Cheech and Chong, I'm reachin y'all\n  Right on, my palm is like the cape on Spawn\n  Active frequency, trip the car alarm\n  Ribbit Ribbit Ribbit, got moves to make\n  Choose the date, today you hallucinate\n  Smokin me out without war, torn, ghettoes\n  Opposite of Goodfellows, Dinero\n  Go to any borough who rock the mic thorough\n  Got your wife sayin, \"Not tonight, hello!\"\n  Money talk, bullshit walk, ask Kris\n  The baptist, roll Garcia's with hashish\n  You need classes for practice to tap this\n  Jurassic crab shaft nasty ass bitch\n  Hot potato, drop the data\n  Guard your Emancipation Proclimator\n  Lock shit down, cock the pound - no doubt\n  As a juvenile, brought cazals off canal\n  Brick City be the pros at wildin out\n  Off at the mouth, get dressed like Thousand Isle\n  Got a degree, on the hash and the leaky\n  Crash in the V while we Master the P\n  I beez Bout It Bout It, causin low mileage\n  Blacka, make Zsa Zsa Gabor cha-cha\n  Spit somethin to you then turn your eyes cockeyed\n  Down with the Outz - ah ha ha, ha ha!\n  Yo tremblin, pickin up the pen again, adrenaline\n  Got impact like DJ Boo on \"Benjamins\"\n  Sentiment, hit you with your thongs and your Timberland\n  Fuck ya, rob ya, cops say, \"It's them again!\"\n\n  Choke the fuck out, joke the fuck out\n  Sweat the fuck out, pass the fuck out\n  Black the fuck out, flip the fuck out\n  Drunk the fuck out, bug the fuck out\n  Do you feel it in your body? 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Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\nDo you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\nOoooh-weeee! I think the heat is on\nNinety-seven Cheech and Chong, I'm reachin y'all\nRight on, my palm is like the cape on Spawn\nActive frequency, trip the car alarm\nRibbit Ribbit Ribbit, got moves to make\nChoose the date, today you hallucinate\nSmokin me out without war, torn, ghettoes\nOpposite of Goodfellows, Dinero\nGo to any borough who rock the mic thorough\nGot your wife sayin, \"Not tonight, hello!\"\nMoney talk, bullshit walk, ask Kris\nThe baptist, roll Garcia's with hashish\nYou need classes for practice to tap this\nJurassic crab shaft nasty ass bitch\nHot potato, drop the data\nGuard your Emancipation Proclimator\nLock shit down, cock the pound - no doubt\nAs a juvenile, brought cazals off canal\nBrick City be the pros at wildin out\noff at the mouth, get dressed like Thousand Isle\nGot a degree, on the hash and the leaky\nCrash in the V while we Master the P\nI beez Bout It Bout It, causin low mileage\nBlacka, make Zsa Zsa Gabor cha-cha\nSpit somethin to you then turn your eyes cockeyed\nDown with the Outz - ah ha ha, ha ha!\nYo tremblin, pickin up the pen again, adrenaline\nGot impact like DJ Boo on \"Benjamins\"\nSentiment, hit you with your thongs and your Timberland\nFuck ya, rob ya, cops say, \"It's them again!\"\n\nChoke the fuck out, joke the fuck out\nSweat the fuck out, pass the fuck out\nBlack the fuck out, flip the fuck out\nDrunk the fuck out, bug the fuck out\nDo you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\nDo you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna get naughty? 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Shake your stinkin ass\n[02:54.56] (Busta Rhymes)\n[02:55.07] Yo, Pepe LePew I ain't messin wit you\n[02:57.19] or stressin your crew, your own niggaz be testin you too\n[02:59.38] Fuckin wit you, makin your bitch unbuckle her shoe\n[03:01.32] Watchin this bitch while she already know what she wanna do\n[03:03.62] She follow me home, and on the way she swallow me bone\n[03:06.18] The Don Corleone, she wildin all inside of my zone\n[03:08.38] C'mon bitch, let me creep you out, peepin you out\n[03:10.40] Sneakin you out, over to my crib, freakin you out\n[03:12.70] Eveready, now turn off the telly, turn off the celly\n[03:14.96] The way I be hittin it got you sweatin makin you smelly\n[03:17.23] Shit funky like your mother with her STINKIN ass\n[03:19.66] Type of shit that'll have you aggie and ready to blast, WHOO!\n[03:22.32] Baby just hold a second and give me a chance\n[03:24.15] Let me go put my rubber on so that we really can dance\n[03:26.15] Now we huggin you know we fuckin until my nuts bust out\n[03:28.88] Cardiac arrest of the pussy and pass the fuck out\n[03:31.27] (Redman)\n[03:33.06] Bug the fuck out, sweat the fuck out\n[03:33.57] Drink the fuck out, stink the fuck out\n[03:35.46] Act the fuck out, smack the fuck out\n[03:37.52] Fuck the fuck out, freak the fuck out\n[03:39.61] Do you feel it in your body? 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Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\n  Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\n  Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\n  Ooooh-weeee! I think the heat is on\n  Ninety-seven Cheech and Chong, I'm reachin y'all\n  Right on, my palm is like the cape on Spawn\n  Active frequency, trip the car alarm\n  Ribbit Ribbit Ribbit, got moves to make\n  Choose the date, today you hallucinate\n  Smokin me out without war, torn, ghettoes\n  Opposite of Goodfellows, Dinero\n  Go to any borough who rock the mic thorough\n  Got your wife sayin, \"Not tonight, hello!\"\n  Money talk, bullshit walk, ask Kris\n  The baptist, roll Garcia's with hashish\n  You need classes for practice to tap this\n  Jurassic crab shaft nasty ass bitch\n  Hot potato, drop the data\n  Guard your Emancipation Proclimator\n  Lock shit down, cock the pound - no doubt\n  As a juvenile, brought cazals off canal\n  Brick City be the pros at wildin out\n  off at the mouth, get dressed like Thousand Isle\n  Got a degree, on the hash and the leaky\n  Crash in the V while we Master the P\n  I beez Bout It Bout It, causin low mileage\n  Blacka, make Zsa Zsa Gabor cha-cha\n  Spit somethin to you then turn your eyes cockeyed\n  Down with the Outz - ah ha ha, ha ha!\n  Yo tremblin, pickin up the pen again, adrenaline\n  Got impact like DJ Boo on \"Benjamins\"\n  Sentiment, hit you with your thongs and your Timberland\n  Fuck ya, rob ya, cops say, \"It's them again!\"\n\n  Choke the fuck out, joke the fuck out\n  Sweat the fuck out, pass the fuck out\n  Black the fuck out, flip the fuck out\n  Drunk the fuck out, bug the fuck out\n  Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\n  Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\n  Do you wanna get naughty? 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Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\nDo you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\nOoooh-weeee! I think the heat is on\nNinety-seven Cheech and Chong, I'm reachin y'all\nRight on, my palm is like the cape on Spawn\nActive frequency, trip the car alarm\nRibbit Ribbit Ribbit, got moves to make\nChoose the date, today you hallucinate\nSmokin me out without war, torn, ghettoes\nOpposite of Goodfellows, Dinero\nGo to any borough who rock the mic thorough\nGot your wife sayin, \"Not tonight, hello!\"\nMoney talk, bullshit walk, ask Kris\nThe baptist, roll Garcia's with hashish\nYou need classes for practice to tap this\nJurassic crab shaft nasty ass bitch\nHot potato, drop the data\nGuard your Emancipation Proclimator\nLock shit down, cock the pound - no doubt\nAs a juvenile, brought cazals off canal\nBrick City be the pros at wildin out\nOff at the mouth, get dressed like Thousand Isle\nGot a degree, on the hash and the leaky\nCrash in the V while we Master the P\nI beez Bout It Bout It, causin low mileage\nBlacka, make Zsa Zsa Gabor cha-cha\nSpit somethin to you then turn your eyes cockeyed\nDown with the Outz - ah ha ha, ha ha!\nYo tremblin, pickin up the pen again, adrenaline\nGot impact like DJ Boo on \"Benjamins\"\nSentiment, hit you with your thongs and your Timberland\nFuck ya, rob ya, cops say, \"It's them again!\"\n\nChoke the fuck out, joke the fuck out\nSweat the fuck out, pass the fuck out\nBlack the fuck out, flip the fuck out\nDrunk the fuck out, bug the fuck out\nDo you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\nDo you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\n(Busta Rhymes)\nYo, Pepe LePew I ain't messin wit you\nOr stressin your crew, your own niggaz be testin you too\nFuckin wit you, makin your bitch unbuckle her shoe\nWatchin this bitch while she already know what she wanna do\nShe follow me home, and on the way she swallow me bone\nThe Don Corleone, she wildin all inside of my zone\nC'mon bitch, let me creep you out, peepin you out\nSneakin you out, over to my crib, freakin you out\nEveready, now turn off the telly, turn off the celly\nThe way I be hittin it got you sweatin makin you smelly\nShit funky like your mother with her STINKIN ass\nType of shit that'll have you aggie and ready to blast, WHOO!\nBaby just hold a second and give me a chance\nLet me go put my rubber on so that we really can dance\nNow we huggin you know we fuckin until my nuts bust out\nCardiac arrest of the pussy and pass the fuck out\n\n(Redman)\nBug the fuck out, sweat the fuck out\nDrink the fuck out, stink the fuck out\nAct the fuck out, smack the fuck out\nFuck the fuck out, freak the fuck out\nDo you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\nDo you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\nDo you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna drink a forty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\nStinkin ass\nStinkin ass\nStinkin ass\nStinkin ass!","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.69] (Feat. 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Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\n[01:26.72] Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\n[01:28.37] Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n[01:29.49] Ooooh-weeee! I think the heat is on\n[01:31.60] Ninety-seven Cheech and Chong, I'm reachin y'all\n[01:34.01] Right on, my palm is like the cape on Spawn\n[01:36.02] Active frequency, trip the car alarm\n[01:38.12] Ribbit Ribbit Ribbit, got moves to make\n[01:40.00] Choose the date, today you hallucinate\n[01:42.59] Smokin me out without war, torn, ghettoes\n[01:45.06] Opposite of Goodfellows, Dinero\n[01:47.46] Go to any borough who rock the mic thorough\n[01:49.84] Got your wife sayin, \"Not tonight, hello!\"\n[01:52.01] Money talk, bullshit walk, ask Kris\n[01:53.97] The baptist, roll Garcia's with hashish\n[01:56.31] You need classes for practice to tap this\n[01:58.42] Jurassic crab shaft nasty ass bitch\n[02:00.84] Hot potato, drop the data\n[02:03.14] Guard your Emancipation Proclimator\n[02:05.41] Lock shit down, cock the pound - no doubt\n[02:08.05] As a juvenile, brought cazals off canal\n[02:09.98] Brick City be the pros at wildin out\n[02:12.33] Off at the mouth, get dressed like Thousand Isle\n[02:14.36] Got a degree, on the hash and the leaky\n[02:16.55] Crash in the V while we Master the P\n[02:18.89] I beez Bout It Bout It, causin low mileage\n[02:21.13] Blacka, make Zsa Zsa Gabor cha-cha\n[02:23.66] Spit somethin to you then turn your eyes cockeyed\n[02:25.77] Down with the Outz - ah ha ha, ha ha!\n[02:27.85] Yo tremblin, pickin up the pen again, adrenaline\n[02:30.16] Got impact like DJ Boo on \"Benjamins\"\n[02:32.20] Sentiment, hit you with your thongs and your Timberland\n[02:34.68] Fuck ya, rob ya, cops say, \"It's them again!\"\n[02:36.84] Choke the fuck out, joke the fuck out\n[02:39.00] Sweat the fuck out, pass the fuck out\n[02:41.37] Black the fuck out, flip the fuck out\n[02:43.65] Drunk the fuck out, bug the fuck out\n[02:45.82] Do you feel it in your body? 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Shake your stinkin ass\n[02:54.81] (Busta Rhymes)\n[02:55.67] Yo, Pepe LePew I ain't messin wit you\n[02:57.01] Or stressin your crew, your own niggaz be testin you too\n[02:59.26] Fuckin wit you, makin your bitch unbuckle her shoe\n[03:01.48] Watchin this bitch while she already know what she wanna do\n[03:03.79] She follow me home, and on the way she swallow me bone\n[03:05.77] The Don Corleone, she wildin all inside of my zone\n[03:08.10] C'mon bitch, let me creep you out, peepin you out\n[03:10.43] Sneakin you out, over to my crib, freakin you out\n[03:12.61] Eveready, now turn off the telly, turn off the celly\n[03:14.71] The way I be hittin it got you sweatin makin you smelly\n[03:17.18] Shit funky like your mother with her STINKIN ass\n[03:19.40] Type of shit that'll have you aggie and ready to blast, WHOO!\n[03:21.65] Baby just hold a second and give me a chance\n[03:23.85] Let me go put my rubber on so that we really can dance\n[03:26.15] Now we huggin you know we fuckin until my nuts bust out\n[03:28.45] Cardiac arrest of the pussy and pass the fuck out\n[03:30.58] (Redman)\n[03:31.12] Bug the fuck out, sweat the fuck out\n[03:33.12] Drink the fuck out, stink the fuck out\n[03:35.43] Act the fuck out, smack the fuck out\n[03:37.48] Fuck the fuck out, freak the fuck out\n[03:39.53] Do you feel it in your body? 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Shake your stinkin' ass\n  Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin' ass\n  Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin' ass\n  Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin' ass\n\n  Oo-wee! 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Shake your stinkin' ass\n  Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin' ass\n  Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin' ass\n  Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin' ass\n\n  Oo-wee! 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Shake your stinkin' ass\n  Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin' ass\n  Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin' ass\n  Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin' ass\n\n  Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin' ass\n  Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin' ass\n  Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin' ass\n  Do you wanna drink a forty? 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I did, right in the melon\nSo I could own a ranch and start fuckin Sue Ellen!\nI do murders that's hard to solve through forensic\nAny clash of hash able to burn I bent it\nYou push a 6 while I push a rented Tempest\nRockin, hoe hoppin, bumpin Lil' Kim shit!\n\nAiyyo, niggaz poppin shit Red - \"I Don't Kare\"\nBitches say you don't got money - \"I Don't Kare\"\nYo niggaz say he nicer than you - \"I Don't Kare\"\n\"I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out\" (Milk - \"I don't care!\")\n\nHe got a big icy chain - \"I Don't Kare\"\nHe got a Benz and a Range - \"I Don't Kare\"\nHis records get mad airplay - \"I Don't Kare\"\n\"I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out\" (Milk - \"I don't care!\")\n\nYo yo, fuck all you radio that wanna play clean singles\nI cleaned mine for years and still ain't hit a million (WHY?!?!)\nI get the buddha heads buggin, shit\nI should be four mil' and better for that shit I'm Unpluggin\nDoc rocked every corridor in Florida\nWatch the formula pour sucka absorb it up\nAnd while you foamin up from the two in your Nautica\nI orchestrate the orchestra to Arkestra\nNever trust no bitch, map your click\nShe ain't with it, Call Tyrone to pack her shit\nFunk Doc, Goldeneye, Double-Oh agent\nI be in court more than them dollar cap Haitians\nLick a shot, BLAOW, think the Doc is goin pop?\nEat a cock, BLAOW, ready for real hip-hop to\nrock you block, BLAOW, all chicks I turn em out\nSend they boyfriends back home, takin the garbage out\nHa ha, yo, I'ma sewer rat the tracks\nWith gats bigger than Will Smith gat in Men in Black\nAnd if it's Friday, you better double your lap\nI hit you on the floor sayin, \"My neck and my back!\"\nYo, let's settle it out of court for ten dollars smoke\nTwo-fifty in Jawbreakers, dollar in envelopes\nYo, how tight are you? -- Tighter than a Federal jail\nHow High? -- You better check XXL!\n\nYo niggaz say you ain't shit - \"I Don't Kare\"\nYo bitches say you broke as fuck - \"I Don't Kare\"\nNiggaz say he better than you - \"I Don't Kare\"\n\"I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out\" (Milk - \"I don't care!\")\n\nYo yo, he got a lot of fuckin ice - \"I Don't Kare\"\nYo, he got a Benz and a Range - \"I Don't Kare\"\nHe get forty spins a day! - \"I Don't Kare\"\n\"I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out\" (Milk - \"I don't care!\")\n\n\"I Don't Kare\"\n\"I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out\" (Milk - \"I don't care!\")\n\"I Don't Kare\"\n\"I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out\" (Milk - \"I don't care!\")","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Don't Kare\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Da Goodness\n  duration_ms: 208000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Give it to me, yo yo give it to me\n  Yo, give it to me. give it to me\n  Bitch give it to me. give it to me\n  Nigga give me that cash, bitch give it to me\n  Bitch give it to me, or I'll smack the shit out you\n  Give it to me. yo yo yo yo yo!\n  Give it to me.\n  Yo, yo yo yo, yo, yo check it\n\n  Yo I'm too old for these young whippersnappers out here\n  I'm a legend, you should be poppin corks to my beer\n  When I appear, full gear, down from the rear\n  Sliced so quick, you thought Doc -- whispered in your ear\n  Yeah, there's too many MC's, but not enough MC's\n  are raw like that liquid that you pour on mint leaves\n  Look around the premises, spot blemishes\n  Call me Doc O-Dog, more Menace than Dennis\n  It's him in this, the raunchy shit I prefer\n  So every word be hard to turn when you stir\n  My grill, my balls, my jaws, stretch twelve floors\n  Vacate your college dorm halls\n  I can stand still and ricochet off the walls\n  The gun sparks yourself cause your pee ate the stall\n  Who Shot J.R.? I did, right in the melon\n  So I could own a ranch and start fuckin Sue Ellen!\n  I do murders that's hard to solve through forensic\n  Any clash of hash able to burn I bent it\n  You push a 6 while I push a rented Tempest\n  Rockin, hoe hoppin, bumpin Lil' Kim shit!\n\n  Aiyyo, niggaz poppin shit Red - \"I Don't Kare\"\n  Bitches say you don't got money - \"I Don't Kare\"\n  Yo niggaz say he nicer than you - \"I Don't Kare\"\n  \"I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out\" (Milk - \"I don't care!\")\n\n  He got a big icy chain - \"I Don't Kare\"\n  He got a Benz and a Range - \"I Don't Kare\"\n  His records get mad airplay - \"I Don't Kare\"\n  \"I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out\" (Milk - \"I don't care!\")\n\n  Yo yo, fuck all you radio that wanna play clean singles\n  I cleaned mine for years and still ain't hit a million (WHY?!?!)\n  I get the buddha heads buggin, shit\n  I should be four mil' and better for that shit I'm Unpluggin\n  Doc rocked every corridor in Florida\n  Watch the formula pour sucka absorb it up\n  And while you foamin up from the two in your Nautica\n  I orchestrate the orchestra to Arkestra\n  Never trust no bitch, map your click\n  She ain't with it, Call Tyrone to pack her shit\n  Funk Doc, Goldeneye, Double-Oh agent\n  I be in court more than them dollar cap Haitians\n  Lick a shot, BLAOW, think the Doc is goin pop?\n  Eat a cock, BLAOW, ready for real hip-hop to\n  rock you block, BLAOW, all chicks I turn em out\n  Send they boyfriends back home, takin the garbage out\n  Ha ha, yo, I'ma sewer rat the tracks\n  With gats bigger than Will Smith gat in Men in Black\n  And if it's Friday, you better double your lap\n  I hit you on the floor sayin, \"My neck and my back!\"\n  Yo, let's settle it out of court for ten dollars smoke\n  Two-fifty in Jawbreakers, dollar in envelopes\n  Yo, how tight are you? -- Tighter than a Federal jail\n  How High? -- You better check XXL!\n\n  Yo niggaz say you ain't shit - \"I Don't Kare\"\n  Yo bitches say you broke as fuck - \"I Don't Kare\"\n  Niggaz say he better than you - \"I Don't Kare\"\n  \"I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out\" (Milk - \"I don't care!\")\n\n  Yo yo, he got a lot of fuckin ice - \"I Don't Kare\"\n  Yo, he got a Benz and a Range - \"I Don't Kare\"\n  He get forty spins a day! - \"I Don't Kare\"\n  \"I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out\" (Milk - \"I don't care!\")\n\n  \"I Don't Kare\"\n  \"I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out\" (Milk - \"I don't care!\")\n  \"I Don't Kare\"\n  \"I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out\" (Milk - \"I don't care!\")\n"},{"id":16351345,"name":"I Don't Kare (Instrumental)","trackName":"I Don't Kare (Instrumental)","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Da Goodness","duration":208.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Give it to me, yo yo give it to me\nYo, give it to me. give it to me\nBitch give it to me. give it to me\nNigga give me that cash, bitch give it to me\nBitch give it to me, or I'll smack the shit out you\nGive it to me. yo yo yo yo yo!\nGive it to me.\nYo, yo yo yo, yo, yo check it\n\nYo I'm too old for these young whippersnappers out here\nI'm a legend, you should be poppin corks to my beer\nWhen I appear, full gear, down from the rear\nSliced so quick, you thought Doc -- whispered in your ear\nYeah, there's too many MC's, but not enough MC's\nare raw like that liquid that you pour on mint leaves\nLook around the premises, spot blemishes\nCall me Doc O-Dog, more Menace than Dennis\nIt's him in this, the raunchy shit I prefer\nSo every word be hard to turn when you stir\nMy grill, my balls, my jaws, stretch twelve floors\nVacate your college dorm halls\nI can stand still and ricochet off the walls\nThe gun sparks yourself cause your pee ate the stall\nWho Shot J.R.? I did, right in the melon\nSo I could own a ranch and start fuckin Sue Ellen!\nI do murders that's hard to solve through forensic\nAny clash of hash able to burn I bent it\nYou push a 6 while I push a rented Tempest\nRockin, hoe hoppin, bumpin Lil' Kim shit!\n\nAiyyo, niggaz poppin shit Red - \"I Don't Kare\"\nBitches say you don't got money - \"I Don't Kare\"\nYo niggaz say he nicer than you - \"I Don't Kare\"\n\"I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out\" (Milk - \"I don't care!\")\n\nHe got a big icy chain - \"I Don't Kare\"\nHe got a Benz and a Range - \"I Don't Kare\"\nHis records get mad airplay - \"I Don't Kare\"\n\"I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out\" (Milk - \"I don't care!\")\n\nYo yo, fuck all you radio that wanna play clean singles\nI cleaned mine for years and still ain't hit a million (WHY?!?!)\nI get the buddha heads buggin, shit\nI should be four mil' and better for that shit I'm Unpluggin\nDoc rocked every corridor in Florida\nWatch the formula pour sucka absorb it up\nAnd while you foamin up from the two in your Nautica\nI orchestrate the orchestra to Arkestra\nNever trust no bitch, map your click\nShe ain't with it, Call Tyrone to pack her shit\nFunk Doc, Goldeneye, Double-Oh agent\nI be in court more than them dollar cap Haitians\nLick a shot, BLAOW, think the Doc is goin pop?\nEat a cock, BLAOW, ready for real hip-hop to\nrock you block, BLAOW, all chicks I turn em out\nSend they boyfriends back home, takin the garbage out\nHa ha, yo, I'ma sewer rat the tracks\nWith gats bigger than Will Smith gat in Men in Black\nAnd if it's Friday, you better double your lap\nI hit you on the floor sayin, \"My neck and my back!\"\nYo, let's settle it out of court for ten dollars smoke\nTwo-fifty in Jawbreakers, dollar in envelopes\nYo, how tight are you? -- Tighter than a Federal jail\nHow High? -- You better check XXL!\n\nYo niggaz say you ain't shit - \"I Don't Kare\"\nYo bitches say you broke as fuck - \"I Don't Kare\"\nNiggaz say he better than you - \"I Don't Kare\"\n\"I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out\" (Milk - \"I don't care!\")\n\nYo yo, he got a lot of fuckin ice - \"I Don't Kare\"\nYo, he got a Benz and a Range - \"I Don't Kare\"\nHe get forty spins a day! - \"I Don't Kare\"\n\"I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out\" (Milk - \"I don't care!\")\n\n\"I Don't Kare\"\n\"I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out\" (Milk - \"I don't care!\")\n\"I Don't Kare\"\n\"I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out\" (Milk - \"I don't care!\")","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Don't Kare (Instrumental)\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Da Goodness\n  duration_ms: 208000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Give it to me, yo yo give it to me\n  Yo, give it to me. give it to me\n  Bitch give it to me. give it to me\n  Nigga give me that cash, bitch give it to me\n  Bitch give it to me, or I'll smack the shit out you\n  Give it to me. yo yo yo yo yo!\n  Give it to me.\n  Yo, yo yo yo, yo, yo check it\n\n  Yo I'm too old for these young whippersnappers out here\n  I'm a legend, you should be poppin corks to my beer\n  When I appear, full gear, down from the rear\n  Sliced so quick, you thought Doc -- whispered in your ear\n  Yeah, there's too many MC's, but not enough MC's\n  are raw like that liquid that you pour on mint leaves\n  Look around the premises, spot blemishes\n  Call me Doc O-Dog, more Menace than Dennis\n  It's him in this, the raunchy shit I prefer\n  So every word be hard to turn when you stir\n  My grill, my balls, my jaws, stretch twelve floors\n  Vacate your college dorm halls\n  I can stand still and ricochet off the walls\n  The gun sparks yourself cause your pee ate the stall\n  Who Shot J.R.? I did, right in the melon\n  So I could own a ranch and start fuckin Sue Ellen!\n  I do murders that's hard to solve through forensic\n  Any clash of hash able to burn I bent it\n  You push a 6 while I push a rented Tempest\n  Rockin, hoe hoppin, bumpin Lil' Kim shit!\n\n  Aiyyo, niggaz poppin shit Red - \"I Don't Kare\"\n  Bitches say you don't got money - \"I Don't Kare\"\n  Yo niggaz say he nicer than you - \"I Don't Kare\"\n  \"I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out\" (Milk - \"I don't care!\")\n\n  He got a big icy chain - \"I Don't Kare\"\n  He got a Benz and a Range - \"I Don't Kare\"\n  His records get mad airplay - \"I Don't Kare\"\n  \"I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out\" (Milk - \"I don't care!\")\n\n  Yo yo, fuck all you radio that wanna play clean singles\n  I cleaned mine for years and still ain't hit a million (WHY?!?!)\n  I get the buddha heads buggin, shit\n  I should be four mil' and better for that shit I'm Unpluggin\n  Doc rocked every corridor in Florida\n  Watch the formula pour sucka absorb it up\n  And while you foamin up from the two in your Nautica\n  I orchestrate the orchestra to Arkestra\n  Never trust no bitch, map your click\n  She ain't with it, Call Tyrone to pack her shit\n  Funk Doc, Goldeneye, Double-Oh agent\n  I be in court more than them dollar cap Haitians\n  Lick a shot, BLAOW, think the Doc is goin pop?\n  Eat a cock, BLAOW, ready for real hip-hop to\n  rock you block, BLAOW, all chicks I turn em out\n  Send they boyfriends back home, takin the garbage out\n  Ha ha, yo, I'ma sewer rat the tracks\n  With gats bigger than Will Smith gat in Men in Black\n  And if it's Friday, you better double your lap\n  I hit you on the floor sayin, \"My neck and my back!\"\n  Yo, let's settle it out of court for ten dollars smoke\n  Two-fifty in Jawbreakers, dollar in envelopes\n  Yo, how tight are you? -- Tighter than a Federal jail\n  How High? -- You better check XXL!\n\n  Yo niggaz say you ain't shit - \"I Don't Kare\"\n  Yo bitches say you broke as fuck - \"I Don't Kare\"\n  Niggaz say he better than you - \"I Don't Kare\"\n  \"I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out\" (Milk - \"I don't care!\")\n\n  Yo yo, he got a lot of fuckin ice - \"I Don't Kare\"\n  Yo, he got a Benz and a Range - \"I Don't Kare\"\n  He get forty spins a day! - \"I Don't Kare\"\n  \"I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out\" (Milk - \"I don't care!\")\n\n  \"I Don't Kare\"\n  \"I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out\" (Milk - \"I don't care!\")\n  \"I Don't Kare\"\n  \"I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out\" (Milk - \"I don't care!\")\n"},{"id":28401867,"name":"I Don't Kare","trackName":"I Don't Kare","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Da Goodness","duration":200.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Give it to me, yo yo give it to me\nYo, give it to me. give it to me\nBitch give it to me. give it to me\nNigga give me that cash, bitch give it to me\nBitch give it to me, or I'll smack the shit out you\nGive it to me. yo yo yo yo yo!\nGive it to me.\nYo, yo yo yo, yo, yo check it\n\nYo I'm too old for these young whippersnappers out here\nI'm a legend, you should be poppin corks to my beer\nWhen I appear, full gear, down from the rear\nSliced so quick, you thought Doc -- whispered in your ear\nYeah, there's too many MC's, but not enough MC's\nAre raw like that liquid that you pour on mint leaves\nLook around the premises, spot blemishes\nCall me Doc O-Dog, more Menace than Dennis\nIt's him in this, the raunchy shit I prefer\nSo every word be hard to turn when you stir\nMy grill, my balls, my jaws, stretch twelve floors\nVacate your college dorm halls\nI can stand still and ricochet off the walls\nThe gun sparks yourself cause your pee ate the stall\nWho Shot J.R.? I did, right in the melon\nSo I could own a ranch and start fuckin Sue Ellen!\nI do murders that's hard to solve through forensic\nAny clash of hash able to burn I bent it\nYou push a 6 while I push a rented Tempest\nRockin, hoe hoppin, bumpin Lil' Kim shit!\n\nAiyyo, niggaz poppin shit Red - \"I Don't Kare\"\nBitches say you don't got money - \"I Don't Kare\"\nYo niggaz say he nicer than you - \"I Don't Kare\"\n\"I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out\" (Milk - \"I don't care!\")\n\nHe got a big icy chain - \"I Don't Kare\"\nHe got a Benz and a Range - \"I Don't Kare\"\nHis records get mad airplay - \"I Don't Kare\"\n\"I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out\" (Milk - \"I don't care!\")\n\nYo yo, fuck all you radio that wanna play clean singles\nI cleaned mine for years and still ain't hit a million (WHY?!?!)\nI get the buddha heads buggin, shit\nI should be four mil' and better for that shit I'm Unpluggin\nDoc rocked every corridor in Florida\nWatch the formula pour sucka absorb it up\nAnd while you foamin up from the two in your Nautica\nI orchestrate the orchestra to Arkestra\nNever trust no bitch, map your click\nShe ain't with it, Call Tyrone to pack her shit\nFunk Doc, Goldeneye, Double-Oh agent\nI be in court more than them dollar cap Haitians\nLick a shot, BLAOW, think the Doc is goin pop?\nEat a cock, BLAOW, ready for real hip-hop to\nRock you block, BLAOW, all chicks I turn em out\nSend they boyfriends back home, takin the garbage out\nHa ha, yo, I'ma sewer rat the tracks\nWith gats bigger than Will Smith gat in Men in Black\nAnd if it's Friday, you better double your lap\nI hit you on the floor sayin, \"My neck and my back!\"\nYo, let's settle it out of court for ten dollars smoke\nTwo-fifty in Jawbreakers, dollar in envelopes\nYo, how tight are you? -- Tighter than a Federal jail\nHow High? -- You better check XXL!\n\nYo niggaz say you ain't shit - \"I Don't Kare\"\nYo bitches say you broke as fuck - \"I Don't Kare\"\nNiggaz say he better than you - \"I Don't Kare\"\n\"I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out\" (Milk - \"I don't care!\")\n\nYo yo, he got a lot of fuckin ice - \"I Don't Kare\"\nYo, he got a Benz and a Range - \"I Don't Kare\"\nHe get forty spins a day! - \"I Don't Kare\"\n\"I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out\" (Milk - \"I don't care!\")\n\n\"I Don't Kare\"\n\"I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out\" (Milk - \"I don't care!\")\n\"I Don't Kare\"\n\"I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out\" (Milk - \"I don't care!\")","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.25] Give it to me, yo yo give it to me\n[00:03.04] Yo, give it to me. give it to me\n[00:05.85] Bitch give it to me. give it to me\n[00:08.17] Nigga give me that cash, bitch give it to me\n[00:10.77] Bitch give it to me, or I'll smack the shit out you\n[00:13.54] Give it to me. yo yo yo yo yo!\n[00:16.17] Give it to me.\n[00:17.27] Yo, yo yo yo, yo, yo check it\n[00:20.88] Yo I'm too old for these young whippersnappers out here\n[00:23.83] I'm a legend, you should be poppin corks to my beer\n[00:26.43] When I appear, full gear, down from the rear\n[00:28.78] Sliced so quick, you thought Doc -- whispered in your ear\n[00:31.66] Yeah, there's too many MC's, but not enough MC's\n[00:34.12] Are raw like that liquid that you pour on mint leaves\n[00:36.87] Look around the premises, spot blemishes\n[00:39.42] Call me Doc O-Dog, more Menace than Dennis\n[00:42.06] It's him in this, the raunchy shit I prefer\n[00:44.70] So every word be hard to turn when you stir\n[00:47.27] My grill, my balls, my jaws, stretch twelve floors\n[00:50.53] Vacate your college dorm halls\n[00:52.56] I can stand still and ricochet off the walls\n[00:55.16] The gun sparks yourself cause your pee ate the stall\n[00:57.81] Who Shot J.R.? 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Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\nDo you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\nOoooh-weeee! I think the heat is on\nNinety-seven Cheech and Chong, I'm reachin y'all\nRight on, my palm is like the cape on Spawn\nActive frequency, trip the car alarm\nRibbit Ribbit Ribbit, got moves to make\nChoose the date, today you hallucinate\nSmokin me out without war, torn, ghettoes\nOpposite of Goodfellows, Dinero\nGo to any borough who rock the mic thorough\nGot your wife sayin, \"Not tonight, hello!\"\nMoney talk, bullshit walk, ask Kris\nThe baptist, roll Garcia's with hashish\nYou need classes for practice to tap this\nJurassic crab shaft nasty ass bitch\nHot potato, drop the data\nGuard your Emancipation Proclimator\nLock shit down, cock the pound - no doubt\nAs a juvenile, brought cazals off canal\nBrick City be the pros at wildin out\noff at the mouth, get dressed like Thousand Isle\nGot a degree, on the hash and the leaky\nCrash in the V while we Master the P\nI beez Bout It Bout It, causin low mileage\nBlacka, make Zsa Zsa Gabor cha-cha\nSpit somethin to you then turn your eyes cockeyed\nDown with the Outz - ah ha ha, ha ha!\nYo tremblin, pickin up the pen again, adrenaline\nGot impact like DJ Boo on \"Benjamins\"\nSentiment, hit you with your thongs and your Timberland\nFuck ya, rob ya, cops say, \"It's them again!\"\n\nChoke the fuck out, joke the fuck out\nSweat the fuck out, pass the fuck out\nBlack the fuck out, flip the fuck out\nDrunk the fuck out, bug the fuck out\nDo you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\nDo you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\n(Busta Rhymes)\nYo, Pepe LePew I ain't messin wit you\nor stressin your crew, your own niggaz be testin you too\nFuckin wit you, makin your bitch unbuckle her shoe\nWatchin this bitch while she already know what she wanna do\nShe follow me home, and on the way she swallow me bone\nThe Don Corleone, she wildin all inside of my zone\nC'mon bitch, let me creep you out, peepin you out\nSneakin you out, over to my crib, freakin you out\nEveready, now turn off the telly, turn off the celly\nThe way I be hittin it got you sweatin makin you smelly\nShit funky like your mother with her STINKIN ass\nType of shit that'll have you aggie and ready to blast, WHOO!\nBaby just hold a second and give me a chance\nLet me go put my rubber on so that we really can dance\nNow we huggin you know we fuckin until my nuts bust out\nCardiac arrest of the pussy and pass the fuck out\n\n(Redman)\nBug the fuck out, sweat the fuck out\nDrink the fuck out, stink the fuck out\nAct the fuck out, smack the fuck out\nFuck the fuck out, freak the fuck out\nDo you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\nDo you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\nDo you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\nDo you wanna drink a forty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\nStinkin ass\nStinkin ass\nStinkin ass\nStinkin ass!","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.69] (feat. Busta Rhymes)\n[00:10.57] (Redman)\n[00:17.25] Yo, bless the steel, step out dressed to kill\n[00:19.88] Spark the L, \"Whattup Doc?\" What the deal?\n[00:22.14] Clock the squeal, the MC overkill\n[00:23.72] Certified cylinders 35 mil'\n[00:26.42] Jumpin out planes, Doc's Da Name\n[00:28.68] Cock the flame, back to delete the pain\n[00:31.07] Hater, IKSRFO, don't Piscapo\n[00:33.34] Hit the safe for cake, shoulda switched to coal\n[00:35.66] Nigga, sneak a pound through custom drug hounds\n[00:37.75] Bound to rob your neighborhood Walbaums\n[00:39.94] Me and my man jumpin out Sedans\n[00:42.20] Tappin your jaw, like Sugar Ray did Duran\n[00:44.66] I, execute like wars in Beirut\n[00:45.31] Twenty-two inch rims to parachute out the Lex Coupe\n[00:49.47] The rhythm hit em without the venom in em\n[00:51.53] Pen'll scare them with the shit I pull out the John Lennon\n[00:53.68] Hah, Dogstar, your girl smokin a lot\n[00:55.81] I been had a demo before \"Ridin' High\"\n[00:58.04] Five whips straight up, cash out the car lot\n[01:00.22] Clorox your Fort Knox, til y'all call SWAT\n[01:02.61] Bite off your ear for a souveneir\n[01:04.66] Switch from Red to Roy, give you Primal Fear\n[01:06.96] If you don't know the click then you're smokin wet\n[01:09.15] Funk Doc, Def Squad, from the Jersey set\n[01:11.31] Wild the fuck out, smoke the fuck out\n[01:13.97] Drink the fuck out, freak the fuck out\n[01:15.92] Bug the fuck out, scream the fuck out\n[01:18.29] Black the fuck out, act the fuck out\n[01:20.44] Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\n[01:26.72] Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\n[01:28.37] Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n[01:29.49] Ooooh-weeee! I think the heat is on\n[01:31.60] Ninety-seven Cheech and Chong, I'm reachin y'all\n[01:34.01] Right on, my palm is like the cape on Spawn\n[01:36.02] Active frequency, trip the car alarm\n[01:38.12] Ribbit Ribbit Ribbit, got moves to make\n[01:40.00] Choose the date, today you hallucinate\n[01:42.59] Smokin me out without war, torn, ghettoes\n[01:45.06] Opposite of Goodfellows, Dinero\n[01:47.46] Go to any borough who rock the mic thorough\n[01:49.84] Got your wife sayin, \"Not tonight, hello!\"\n[01:52.01] Money talk, bullshit walk, ask Kris\n[01:53.97] The baptist, roll Garcia's with hashish\n[01:56.31] You need classes for practice to tap this\n[01:58.42] Jurassic crab shaft nasty ass bitch\n[02:00.84] Hot potato, drop the data\n[02:03.14] Guard your Emancipation Proclimator\n[02:05.41] Lock shit down, cock the pound - no doubt\n[02:08.05] As a juvenile, brought cazals off canal\n[02:09.98] Brick City be the pros at wildin out\n[02:12.33] off at the mouth, get dressed like Thousand Isle\n[02:14.36] Got a degree, on the hash and the leaky\n[02:16.55] Crash in the V while we Master the P\n[02:18.89] I beez Bout It Bout It, causin low mileage\n[02:21.13] Blacka, make Zsa Zsa Gabor cha-cha\n[02:23.66] Spit somethin to you then turn your eyes cockeyed\n[02:25.77] Down with the Outz - ah ha ha, ha ha!\n[02:27.85] Yo tremblin, pickin up the pen again, adrenaline\n[02:30.16] Got impact like DJ Boo on \"Benjamins\"\n[02:32.20] Sentiment, hit you with your thongs and your Timberland\n[02:34.68] Fuck ya, rob ya, cops say, \"It's them again!\"\n[02:36.84] Choke the fuck out, joke the fuck out\n[02:39.00] Sweat the fuck out, pass the fuck out\n[02:41.37] Black the fuck out, flip the fuck out\n[02:43.65] Drunk the fuck out, bug the fuck out\n[02:45.82] Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\n[02:50.00] Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\n[02:54.05] Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n[02:54.81] (Busta Rhymes)\n[02:55.67] Yo, Pepe LePew I ain't messin wit you\n[02:57.01] or stressin your crew, your own niggaz be testin you too\n[02:59.26] Fuckin wit you, makin your bitch unbuckle her shoe\n[03:01.48] Watchin this bitch while she already know what she wanna do\n[03:03.79] She follow me home, and on the way she swallow me bone\n[03:05.77] The Don Corleone, she wildin all inside of my zone\n[03:08.10] C'mon bitch, let me creep you out, peepin you out\n[03:10.43] Sneakin you out, over to my crib, freakin you out\n[03:12.61] Eveready, now turn off the telly, turn off the celly\n[03:14.71] The way I be hittin it got you sweatin makin you smelly\n[03:17.18] Shit funky like your mother with her STINKIN ass\n[03:19.40] Type of shit that'll have you aggie and ready to blast, WHOO!\n[03:21.65] Baby just hold a second and give me a chance\n[03:23.85] Let me go put my rubber on so that we really can dance\n[03:26.15] Now we huggin you know we fuckin until my nuts bust out\n[03:28.45] Cardiac arrest of the pussy and pass the fuck out\n[03:30.58] (Redman)\n[03:31.12] Bug the fuck out, sweat the fuck out\n[03:33.12] Drink the fuck out, stink the fuck out\n[03:35.43] Act the fuck out, smack the fuck out\n[03:37.48] Fuck the fuck out, freak the fuck out\n[03:39.53] Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\n[03:44.20] Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\n[03:48.52] Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n[03:50.43] Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass\n[03:53.98] Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n[03:56.97] Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\n[03:58.55] Do you wanna drink a forty? Shake your stinkin ass\n[04:00.49] Stinkin ass\n[04:01.43] Stinkin ass\n[04:03.37] Stinkin ass\n[04:04.26] Stinkin ass!\n[04:10.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Da Goodness (Ft Busta)\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Doc's Da Name 2000\n  duration_ms: 248712\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (feat. 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Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\n  Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\n  Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass\n\n  Ooooh-weeee! I think the heat is on\n  Ninety-seven Cheech and Chong, I'm reachin y'all\n  Right on, my palm is like the cape on Spawn\n  Active frequency, trip the car alarm\n  Ribbit Ribbit Ribbit, got moves to make\n  Choose the date, today you hallucinate\n  Smokin me out without war, torn, ghettoes\n  Opposite of Goodfellows, Dinero\n  Go to any borough who rock the mic thorough\n  Got your wife sayin, \"Not tonight, hello!\"\n  Money talk, bullshit walk, ask Kris\n  The baptist, roll Garcia's with hashish\n  You need classes for practice to tap this\n  Jurassic crab shaft nasty ass bitch\n  Hot potato, drop the data\n  Guard your Emancipation Proclimator\n  Lock shit down, cock the pound - no doubt\n  As a juvenile, brought cazals off canal\n  Brick City be the pros at wildin out\n  off at the mouth, get dressed like Thousand Isle\n  Got a degree, on the hash and the leaky\n  Crash in the V while we Master the P\n  I beez Bout It Bout It, causin low mileage\n  Blacka, make Zsa Zsa Gabor cha-cha\n  Spit somethin to you then turn your eyes cockeyed\n  Down with the Outz - ah ha ha, ha ha!\n  Yo tremblin, pickin up the pen again, adrenaline\n  Got impact like DJ Boo on \"Benjamins\"\n  Sentiment, hit you with your thongs and your Timberland\n  Fuck ya, rob ya, cops say, \"It's them again!\"\n\n  Choke the fuck out, joke the fuck out\n  Sweat the fuck out, pass the fuck out\n  Black the fuck out, flip the fuck out\n  Drunk the fuck out, bug the fuck out\n  Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)\n  Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass\n  Do you wanna get naughty? 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Shake your stinkin' ass\nDo you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin' ass\nDo you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin' ass\nDo you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin' ass\n\nOo-wee! 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Shake your stinkin' ass\nDo you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin' ass\nDo you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin' ass\nDo you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin' ass\n\nYo, Pepe LePew I ain't messin' wit you\nOr stressin' your crew, your own niggaz be testin' you too\nFuckin' wit you, makin your bitch unbuckle her shoe\nWatchin this bitch while she already know what she wanna do\n\nShe follow me home, and on the way she swallow me bone\nThe Don Corleone, she wildin' all inside of my zone\nC'mon bitch, let me creep you out, peepin' you out\nSneakin' you out, over to my crib, freakin' you out\n\nEveready, now turn off the telly, turn off the celly\nThe way I be hittin' it got you sweatin' makin' you smelly\nShit funky like your mother with her stinkin' ass\nType of shit that'll have you aggie and ready to blast, whoo\n\nBaby, just hold a second and give me a chance\nLet me go put my rubber on so that we really can dance\nNow we huggin' you know we fuckin until my nuts bust out\nCardiac arrest of the pussy and pass the fuck out\n\nBug the fuck out, sweat the fuck out\nDrink the fuck out, stink the fuck out\nAct the fuck out, smack the fuck out\nFuck the fuck out, freak the fuck out\n\nDo you feel it in your body? 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Shake your stinkin' ass\n  start_ms: 235250\n  end_ms: 238760\n- text: Stinkin' ass\n  start_ms: 238760\n  end_ms: 241220\n- text: Stinkin' ass\n  start_ms: 241220\n  end_ms: 243650\n- text: Stinkin' ass\n  start_ms: 243650\n  end_ms: 245730\n- text: Stinkin' ass\n  start_ms: 245730\n  end_ms: 246620\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 246620\nplain: |-\n  Check it out, check it out\n  Check it out, check it out\n  Check it out, check it out\n  Check it out, check it out\n\n  Yo, bless the steel, step out dressed to kill\n  Spark the L, \"Whattup Doc?\" What the deal?\n  Clock the squeal, the MC overkill\n  Certified cylinders 35 mil'\n\n  Jumpin' out planes, Doc's Da Name\n  Cock the flame, back to delete the pain\n  Hater, IKSRFO, don't Piscapo\n  Hit the safe for cake, shoulda switched to coal\n\n  Nigga, sneak a pound through custom drug hounds\n  Bound to rob your neighborhood Walbaums\n  Me and my man jumpin' out Sedans\n  Tappin' your jaw, like Sugar Ray did Duran\n\n  I, execute like wars in Beirut\n  Twenty-two inch rims to parachute out the Lex Coupe\n  The rhythm hit 'em without the venom in 'em\n  Pen'll scare them with the shit I pull out the John Lennon\n\n  Hah, Dogstar, your girl smokin' a lot\n  I been had a demo before, \"Ridin' High\"\n  Five whips straight up, cash out the car lot\n  Clorox your Fort Knox, till y'all call SWAT\n\n  Bite off your ear for a souvenir\n  Switch from Red to Roy, give you Primal Fear\n  If you don't know the click then you're smokin' wet\n  Funk Doc, Def Squad, from the Jersey set, ah\n\n  Wild the fuck out, smoke the fuck out\n  Drink the fuck out, freak the fuck out\n  Bug the fuck out, scream the fuck out\n  Black the fuck out, act the fuck out\n\n  Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin' ass\n  Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin' ass\n  Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin' ass\n  Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin' ass\n\n  Oo-wee! I think the heat is on\n  Ninety-seven Cheech and Chong, I'm reachin' y'all\n  Right on, my palm is like the cape on Spawn\n  Active frequency, trip the car alarm\n\n  Ribbit ribbit ribbit, got moves to make\n  Choose the date, today you hallucinate\n  Smokin' me out without war, torn, ghettoes\n  Opposite of Goodfellows, Dinero\n\n  Go to any borough who rock the mic thorough\n  Got your wife sayin', \"Not tonight, hello!\"\n  Money talk, bullshit walk, ask Kris\n  The baptist, roll Garcia's with hashish\n\n  You need classes for practice to tap this\n  Jurassic crab shaft nasty ass bitch\n  Hot potato, drop the data\n  Guard your Emancipation Proclimator\n\n  Lock shit down, cock the pound, no doubt\n  As a juvenile, brought cazals off canal\n  Brick City be the pros at wildin' out\n  Off at the mouth, get dressed like Thousand Isle\n\n  Got a degree, on the hash and the leaky\n  Crash in the V while we Master the P\n  I beez Bout It Bout It, causin' low mileage\n  Blacka, make Zsa Zsa Gabor cha-cha\n  Spit somethin' to you then turn your eyes cockeyed\n  Down with the Outz - ah ha ha, ha ha!\n\n  Yo tremblin', pickin up the pen again, adrenaline\n  Got impact like DJ Boo on, \"Benjamins\"\n  Sentiment, hit you with your thongs and your Timberland\n  Fuck ya, rob ya, cops say, \"It's them again!\"\n\n  Choke the fuck out, joke the fuck out\n  Sweat the fuck out, pass the fuck out\n  Black the fuck out, flip the fuck out\n  Drunk the fuck out, bug the fuck out\n\n  Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin' ass\n  Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin' ass\n  Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin' ass\n  Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin' ass\n\n  Yo, Pepe LePew I ain't messin' wit you\n  Or stressin' your crew, your own niggaz be testin' you too\n  Fuckin' wit you, makin your bitch unbuckle her shoe\n  Watchin this bitch while she already know what she wanna do\n\n  She follow me home, and on the way she swallow me bone\n  The Don Corleone, she wildin' all inside of my zone\n  C'mon bitch, let me creep you out, peepin' you out\n  Sneakin' you out, over to my crib, freakin' you out\n\n  Eveready, now turn off the telly, turn off the celly\n  The way I be hittin' it got you sweatin' makin' you smelly\n  Shit funky like your mother with her stinkin' ass\n  Type of shit that'll have you aggie and ready to blast, whoo\n\n  Baby, just hold a second and give me a chance\n  Let me go put my rubber on so that we really can dance\n  Now we huggin' you know we fuckin until my nuts bust out\n  Cardiac arrest of the pussy and pass the fuck out\n\n  Bug the fuck out, sweat the fuck out\n  Drink the fuck out, stink the fuck out\n  Act the fuck out, smack the fuck out\n  Fuck the fuck out, freak the fuck out\n\n  Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin' ass\n  Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin' ass\n  Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin' ass\n  Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin' ass\n\n  Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin' ass\n  Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin' ass\n  Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin' ass\n  Do you wanna drink a forty? Shake your stinkin' ass\n\n  Stinkin' ass\n  Stinkin' ass\n  Stinkin' ass\n  Stinkin' ass\n"}]