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Oh\nLadies and gentlemen\nJersey, Jersey (let's go)\nDo you feel that?\nAw\n\nHey hey what the deal sis\nI get cream ridin' in a cool whip\nI go John Wick when the fool flip\nI just pass the brand form in the pulpit\n\nI talk biz with a contract\nYou don't want smoke? Avoid the contact\nAnd get an arm patch my crew a little litty\nThat's why we autograph titties in the inner city\nWhoa, whoa, whoa, hey\n\nWe in here look around we cook nigga\nWhoa, whoa, whoa, hey\nWe cause havoc, no time for a shook, nigga\nYou got brain, where it at?\nYour part money nigga, where it at?\n\nI'm blessed hung low burnin' back\nI need cookies right now where it burn at\nGun license keep it on the waist\nSuntan lookin' Puerto Rican in the face\nInvest everything I don't keep it in the safe\nI'm after the meal so you can leave it on the plate\n\nGame time hot sauce\nMoney over women my boss\nYou wear Gucci nigga not cost\nYour girl around here givin' top off, aw\n\nDo you feel that?\nJersey (let's go)\nDo you feel that? Oh\nLadies and gentlemen\nJersey, Jersey\nDo you feel that?\nAw","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.35] Do you feel that?\n[00:03.75] Jersey\n[00:05.95] Do you feel that? 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Oh\n[01:21.99] Ladies and gentlemen\n[01:23.99] Jersey, Jersey (let's go)\n[01:26.63] Do you feel that?\n[01:29.24] Aw\n[01:30.08] Hey hey what the deal sis\n[01:32.46] I get cream ridin' in a cool whip\n[01:34.65] I go John Wick when the fool flip\n[01:36.51] I just pass the brand form in the pulpit\n[01:39.10] I talk biz with a contract\n[01:41.13] You don't want smoke? Avoid the contact\n[01:43.48] And get an arm patch my crew a little litty\n[01:45.55] That's why we autograph titties in the inner city\n[01:47.92] Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey\n[01:50.12] We in here look around we cook nigga\n[01:52.42] Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey\n[01:54.70] We cause havoc, no time for a shook, nigga\n[01:57.17] You got brain, where it at?\n[01:59.35] Your part money nigga, where it at?\n[02:01.55] I'm blessed hung low burnin' back\n[02:03.62] I need cookies right now where it burn at\n[02:05.95] Gun license keep it on the waist\n[02:07.80] Suntan lookin' Puerto Rican in the face\n[02:09.98] Invest everything I don't keep it in the safe\n[02:12.27] I'm after the meal so you can leave it on the plate\n[02:15.18] Game time hot sauce\n[02:17.45] Money over women my boss\n[02:19.59] You wear Gucci nigga not cost\n[02:21.73] Your girl around here givin' top off, aw\n[02:24.95] Do you feel that?\n[02:27.27] Jersey (let's go)\n[02:29.42] Do you feel that? Oh\n[02:33.86] Ladies and gentlemen\n[02:35.56] Jersey, Jersey\n[02:38.44] Do you feel that?\n[02:41.08] Aw\n[02:41.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Jersey\n artist: Redman\n album: Jersey\n duration_ms: 168000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Do you feel that?\n start_ms: 1350\n end_ms: 3750\n- text: Jersey\n start_ms: 3750\n end_ms: 5950\n- text: Do you feel that? 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Oh\n Ladies and gentlemen\n Jersey, Jersey\n Do you feel that?\n Let's go\n\n Hey hey what the deal bro\n Cannabis vibe all in my lingo\n Problemo, mine ain't out the window\n Blah blah blah blah blah hey\n\n Reggie Kane I still got it\n Gila house Nino Brown how I push product\n In the drench my money don't need to rinse\n How I survive fourth quarter I bleed the fifth, hey\n I rock chains I hustle hard\n My chest out like I'm in a yard\n\n I'm looking like who the fuck are y'all\n My crew got juice Mollymauk\n You wanna slide bro knuckle up (let's go)\n I shit on the track bubble guts\n Don't complain nigga level up\n We have fun the Karen come fuck it up\n\n Hey hey rock wallow on the beat\n Top dollar on the street when I eat nigga\n Hey hey Dame knowledge when I speak\n Watch company you keep when you eat nigga\n\n I'm a baboon I'm a mother wound\n Hatin' women they got me in the shade room\n Who really give a fuck\n I got money in the bank\n And my cannabis stank nigga, ho\n\n Do you feel that?\n Jersey\n Do you feel that? Oh\n Ladies and gentlemen\n Jersey, Jersey (let's go)\n Do you feel that?\n Aw\n\n Hey hey what the deal sis\n I get cream ridin' in a cool whip\n I go John Wick when the fool flip\n I just pass the brand form in the pulpit\n\n I talk biz with a contract\n You don't want smoke? 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Oh\n[01:21.99] Ladies and gentlemen\n[01:23.99] Jersey, Jersey (let's go)\n[01:26.63] Do you feel that?\n[01:29.24] Aw\n[01:30.08] Hey hey what the deal sis\n[01:32.46] I get cream ridin' in a cool whip\n[01:34.65] I go John Wick when the fool flip\n[01:36.51] I just pass the brand form in the pulpit\n[01:39.10] I talk biz with a contract\n[01:41.13] You don't want smoke? 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lot\n I heard them niggaz out in brooklyn get smoked a lot\n I heard them niggaz all uptown get smoked a lot\n I heard them niggaz out in queens get smoked a lot\n\n Yo yo yo\n I smoke your buddha to the last drop like i was maxwell\n If blunts came in degrees, call me a blackbelt\n I'm worldwide chinky,? dog with chrome inkies\n Chicken ridin shottie and she boost all her dickie\n This is your brain, this is my tape on drugs\n If your lame ass can't feel it, then your cord unplugged\n Ppp smoked your weed, ain't nobody around\n You just got clowned for a whole half a pound, check it out, now\n I do a lot of stupid shit when i be smokin\n One time i left my truck runnin in brooklyn wide open\n I forget who i call, ask for nia (r - \"hello, can i talk to nia?\")\n And it's tonya (g - \"nia?!\", r - \"oh shit!\")\n Click over (r - \"whassup bitch?\". \"oh, hi momma!\")\n Yo, when i'm on stage rhymin i forget what state that i'm in\n The bitches numbers i lost, my baby momma find em\n I 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Wake up Redman wake up.\n(Ba-ga-goom-ba-gi) This is album three, can you hear me?\n(Ba-ga-goom-ba-gi) This is Dr. Trevis, can you hear me?\n(BA-GA-GOOM-BA-GI) You must stay focused, you must focus your mind\n(BA-GA-GOOM-BA-GI) --> repeats 14 times to various jungle/bird sounds\n--> Redman continues to chant, explosions are heard\nSound of heavy machinery, something crashing\nMore explosions and/or things crashing\nSounds get louder and quicker, drowning out chant\nSound of ripping/machinery, lion roars\nMore crash sounds, lion roars, chanting heard again\nLion roars, crash, machinery\n[Intro ends]","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.09] [Dr. Trevis] Redman wake up. 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Doc, what's really good?\nGot that bush and that backwood, light up in any hood\nYup, I'm that hood, my brother, love me some Cali kush\nNever thought that little bush in that baggie would have me hooked\n\nI'm a pothead, everyone look and point your fingers\nAt the bad guy with the cottonmouths and glass eyes\nFuck it, I'm that high, I'm blowing smoke clouds\nGot my head in the clouds, fuck it, I'm that fly\nDoc, what's up, nigga?\n\nYou know how I bust\nFind me drunk, fucked up at the cannabis cup\nFor those who don't smoke, get the middle finger up\nYou smoke more than us, nigga, it's beginner's luck\n\nMy truck, ride with 5-0 eyes on it\nIt's like the blunt, when you ain't got five on it\nI challenge any opponent, who wanna smoke?\nWe can puff 'til our voice get lower than Tone Loc, like\n\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nAin't nobody smoking more than me up in here\nPump this shit, you get high off this here\nBecause this is for all my smokers\n\nI'm like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nAin't nobody smoking more than Meth up in here\nAyo, bump this bitch, you get high off this here\nBecause this is for all my smokers\n\nYo, I'm like oh my God, oh my God\nI start growing sour D's in my home garage\nNow niggas on the block, say I'm on my job\n'Cause now I rock more chains than Amistad\n\nThis my entourage, this not HBO\nA bitch see me, she like, oh, there he go\nYou can smoke with the bro if you got ass and nice tits\nBut fuck you with that, I'm high off of life shit\n\nThey tried to make me go to rehab, no\nTell my P.O. that I ain't trying let the weed bag go\nYou can catch me in the whip pushing the seats back slow\nMy chick's a Rican that mean she off the meat rack though\n\nLook ma, I'm eating 'cause when it's time to get that dough\nI sink my teeth in and turn around and spit that flow\nThey call me beasting, I monster the boo, so when they cut\nI leave 'em bleeding, little swag' with some Miss Dashin' season\n\nLike, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nAin't nobody smoking more than Meth up in here\nAyo, bump this bitch, you get high off this here\nBecause this is for all my smokers\n\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYo, don't nobody smoke more than Doc up in here\nAyo, bump this bitch, you get high off this here\nBecause this is for all my smokers\n\nI got flavors, I'm major baby, send in the troops\nThat Johnny Blaze ya, leave dashes in your Timberland boots\nCan't fuck with haters, just mad I got a pocket of loot\nI'm chasing papers, y'all try'na be a rock in my shoe\n\nI'm a father, I don't drink with kids, these youngers thinking they hard\nI think harder than they think they is\nSomebody's proper as my English is and hope I did my thing\nBefore I die for the things I did\n\nEverybody light it up and smoke with your man\nAnd cigarette smokers change ya game plan\n'Cause this is for all my marijuana smokers\nBackwoods, Swisher sweets and Dutch rollers\n\nYeah, I pull over, start pulling out money\n'Cause I buy weed like everyday 420\nYou know what else is funny, I found was so gutter\nI'm Cheech and Chong brother just got different mothers\n\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYo, don't nobody smoke more than Doc up in here\nAyo, bump this shit, you get high off this here\nBecause this is for all my smokers\n\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nAin't nobody smoking more than Meth up in here\nAyo, bump this bitch, you get high off this here\nBecause this is for all my smokers","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.60] This is for all my smokers\n[00:02.89] Woo, one more, just keep the thing at the end of it\n[00:05.82] Alright, give me one more time on the count of three\n[00:09.18] 1, 2, 3, this is for all my smokers\n[00:15.35] Yo, ya'll done made the album, you heard, yes sir\n[00:18.42] This is for all my smokers\n[00:36.22] This is for all my smokers\n[00:42.52] Ayo, Meth, what's up, nigga? Doc, what's really good?\n[00:44.89] Got that bush and that backwood, light up in any hood\n[00:48.07] Yup, I'm that hood, my brother, love me some Cali kush\n[00:50.85] Never thought that little bush in that baggie would have me hooked\n[00:54.34] I'm a pothead, everyone look and point your fingers\n[00:57.11] At the bad guy with the cottonmouths and glass eyes\n[01:00.15] Fuck it, I'm that high, I'm blowing smoke clouds\n[01:03.50] Got my head in the clouds, fuck it, I'm that fly\n[01:06.18] Doc, what's up, nigga?\n[01:07.36] You know how I bust\n[01:08.98] Find me drunk, fucked up at the cannabis cup\n[01:11.74] For those who don't smoke, get the middle finger up\n[01:14.58] You smoke more than us, nigga, it's beginner's luck\n[01:17.12] My truck, ride with 5-0 eyes on it\n[01:20.85] It's like the blunt, when you ain't got five on it\n[01:23.66] I challenge any opponent, who wanna smoke?\n[01:26.41] We can puff 'til our voice get lower than Tone Loc, like\n[01:29.45] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:32.75] Ain't nobody smoking more than me up in here\n[01:35.63] Pump this shit, you get high off this here\n[01:38.38] Because this is for all my smokers\n[01:41.34] I'm like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:44.19] Ain't nobody smoking more than Meth up in here\n[01:46.92] Ayo, bump this bitch, you get high off this here\n[01:49.74] Because this is for all my smokers\n[01:52.78] Yo, I'm like oh my God, oh my God\n[01:55.65] I start growing sour D's in my home garage\n[01:58.73] Now niggas on the block, say I'm on my job\n[02:01.53] 'Cause now I rock more chains than Amistad\n[02:04.48] This my entourage, this not HBO\n[02:07.15] A bitch see me, she like, oh, there he go\n[02:10.55] You can smoke with the bro if you got ass and nice tits\n[02:13.17] But fuck you with that, I'm high off of life shit\n[02:17.02] They tried to make me go to rehab, no\n[02:18.91] Tell my P.O. that I ain't trying let the weed bag go\n[02:21.71] You can catch me in the whip pushing the seats back slow\n[02:24.44] My chick's a Rican that mean she off the meat rack though\n[02:27.96] Look ma, I'm eating 'cause when it's time to get that dough\n[02:30.72] I sink my teeth in and turn around and spit that flow\n[02:33.52] They call me beasting, I monster the boo, so when they cut\n[02:36.34] I leave 'em bleeding, little swag' with some Miss Dashin' season\n[02:39.81] Like, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:42.77] Ain't nobody smoking more than Meth up in here\n[02:45.52] Ayo, bump this bitch, you get high off this here\n[02:48.33] Because this is for all my smokers\n[02:51.23] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:54.58] Yo, don't nobody smoke more than Doc up in here\n[02:57.35] Ayo, bump this bitch, you get high off this here\n[03:00.29] Because this is for all my smokers\n[03:03.24] I got flavors, I'm major baby, send in the troops\n[03:05.79] That Johnny Blaze ya, leave dashes in your Timberland boots\n[03:08.37] Can't fuck with haters, just mad I got a pocket of loot\n[03:11.28] I'm chasing papers, y'all try'na be a rock in my shoe\n[03:14.58] I'm a father, I don't drink with kids, these youngers thinking they hard\n[03:18.30] I think harder than they think they is\n[03:20.33] Somebody's proper as my English is and hope I did my thing\n[03:24.07] Before I die for the things I did\n[03:26.26] Everybody light it up and smoke with your man\n[03:29.66] And cigarette smokers change ya game plan\n[03:32.41] 'Cause this is for all my marijuana smokers\n[03:35.24] Backwoods, Swisher sweets and Dutch rollers\n[03:38.22] Yeah, I pull over, start pulling out money\n[03:41.37] 'Cause I buy weed like everyday 420\n[03:44.11] You know what else is funny, I found was so gutter\n[03:46.95] I'm Cheech and Chong brother just got different mothers\n[03:50.28] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[03:52.93] Yo, don't nobody smoke more than Doc up in here\n[03:55.89] Ayo, bump this 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Look, that is not me\nI feel cocky like Rocky-Part Three\nWhen I speak white girls jock me\nThey know I Rush Limbaugh for the cock see\n\nPardon me, partner, you'll find out\nThat I'm a lady's man, Leon Feltz\nGap Band, I'll blow your mind out\nWith the nine and my Louis Vuitton belt\n\nI don't know what you people gonna do without him\nAnd these haters gonna run around, talk about him\nSo I keep gettin' money and keep it rockin'\nFlammable, titanical, Def Jammable","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.81] Yes, sir, we gon' do it like this, yo\n[00:05.92] Yo, I'm a animal, Def Jammable\n[00:07.83] Titanical, high flammable\n[00:10.79] Don't gas me, I live near Amaco\n[00:13.58] I'm eatin' boy, identical to Hannibal\n[00:16.47] And my antidote, I prescribed it\n[00:18.35] Since you all on my wood, lie again\n[00:21.20] I advised them, sterilized them\n[00:24.13] His ear wasn't clear to hear the album, yo\n[00:27.04] I don't know what you people gonna do without him\n[00:30.86] And these haters gonna run around, talk about him\n[00:36.19] So I keep gettin' money and keep it rockin'\n[00:49.18] Flammable, titanical, Def Jammable\n[00:51.00] Call me 'pimp nuts on a chick butt'\n[00:52.09] She gotta a sister? 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Look, that is not me\n I feel cocky like Rocky-Part Three\n When I speak white girls jock me\n They know I Rush Limbaugh for the cock see\n\n Pardon me, partner, you'll find out\n That I'm a lady's man, Leon Feltz\n Gap Band, I'll blow your mind out\n With the nine and my Louis Vuitton belt\n\n I don't know what you people gonna do without him\n And these haters gonna run around, talk about him\n So I keep gettin' money and keep it rockin'\n Flammable, titanical, Def Jammable\n"},{"id":16252789,"name":"Troublemakers","trackName":"Troublemakers","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"New Jersey Reggie","duration":219.977143,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Forreal? Can I get a juice, lord?\nYeah, yeah... yeah, squad niggas boy, forreal\nUh-huh, forreal, man, word, open the door, man\nHustle flow shit, yeah, aiyo, pass the cigar, lord\nCome on, man, stop playing, man\n\nWe in the cabin playing backgammon, gorilla monster slammers\nBrothers hire us, try us you gon' die, son\nGreen medicine, blow veterans\nRun in Adidas store, six more velours, drawers feather skin\nHaircutted up, hollering, seven through three sixes\nNo, we ain't the devil, where ya llama, dick?\nCan't stand the other side, niggas know we rich, we color guys\nLoose up your mother, true lullabies\nGangsta ever readies, take off my shirt, no batteries, nigga\nJust one mean magnum killer\nSnowmobiles jetting out the Timber, feel Chef altitude\nYo, I can't breathe, check the splendor\nBrazilian honey dip, I'm on my rifle day, nigga\nTimes is roughing, Timberland cuffing\nOne knee up, G up all the re-up\nHope we can pull it back, my throat my only weapon, blow the beat up\n\nStuff Brillo pads in the rat holes, reduce that faggot ass nigga\nWho wanna jump like a frog to a tadpole\nGag it up, sliding through the ER, batted up\nA tube in your dick, you can't piss when standing up\nHands is shaking, doctors is taken to operating\n\"Nah, he might not live!\" So they start debating\nYou in bad shape, in the neck of New York\nYour slithering ways, lay with you a bad snake\nSmash bake, eight stab holes in your shoulder blades\nYou wilding on the stretcher and shit, they trynna hold your legs\nNah don't hold his legs, tell that bitch ass nigga to chill\nPut something in his meat like bolognese\nGot gophers that sleep in the woods, Carhartt down\nPadlock your bow-legged spot, where your rocks now?\nYou ain't moving no crack, you'se a moving ass rat\nAfter you lay up in that morgue, I'mma fuck your back\nYeah, nigga, die slow with your smirk on\nNight-night lights, dim it down, get your mirk on\nLater I see you in hell, get your burn on\nFilled with embalming fluid, get your sherm on\n\nMy sherm on in the hood when I ride by\nMy eyes looking like I learned how to skydive\nThe world is yours, there's rules you abide by\nRide with the fly guy on I-95\nThey said a nigga return, but I never left\nI told Big L through me, he could resurrect\nI'm that nigga like Puff in L-O-X\nI took one L and life is still Double X\nBrick City where I breathe all the trees at\nThe E's in M&M's, I need a Relapse\nAnd bitches, grab my mic, give me feedback\nReggie you an asshole, baby I be that\nYeah, I get cocky when the beat pumping\nYou know you doing it when your tire lip running\nI keep a freak and I call her chicken McNugget\nCuz this Superbad nigga, she McLovin'\n\nFiends get killed in my hallways, we parlay\nMy feet been killing me all day\nYour boy down for lot, like them killas in RahWay\nIt's all work and no play, cuz this block ain't nothing like Broadway\nRevenge is sweeter than sorbet, you all become believers\nOnce this heaters in your face, just a part of my feng shui\nYa'll don't want no part of the gun spray\nI would hate to pull it and one stray\nThat's where the innocents by stand, we trapped inside these tenements like damn\nWhy mama trynna feed us this spiced ham\nConnects trynna cheat us with light grams\nCo-defendants try to lighten they sentence, snitching to white man\nTurned state evidence, fam, we ain't jellin'\nFelons ain't felons no more, they straight tellin'\nAin't nothing worse than a rat, you can't smellin'\nAnd ain't nothing worse than a trap you can't sell in","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Troublemakers\n artist: Redman\n album: New Jersey Reggie\n duration_ms: 219977\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Forreal? Can I get a juice, lord?\n Yeah, yeah... yeah, squad niggas boy, forreal\n Uh-huh, forreal, man, word, open the door, man\n Hustle flow shit, yeah, aiyo, pass the cigar, lord\n Come on, man, stop playing, man\n\n We in the cabin playing backgammon, gorilla monster slammers\n Brothers hire us, try us you gon' die, son\n Green medicine, blow veterans\n Run in Adidas store, six more velours, drawers feather skin\n Haircutted up, hollering, seven through three sixes\n No, we ain't the devil, where ya llama, dick?\n Can't stand the other side, niggas know we rich, we color guys\n Loose up your mother, true lullabies\n Gangsta ever readies, take off my shirt, no batteries, nigga\n Just one mean magnum killer\n Snowmobiles jetting out the Timber, feel Chef altitude\n Yo, I can't breathe, check the splendor\n Brazilian honey dip, I'm on my rifle day, nigga\n Times is roughing, Timberland cuffing\n One knee up, G up all the re-up\n Hope we can pull it back, my throat my only weapon, blow the beat up\n\n Stuff Brillo pads in the rat holes, reduce that faggot ass nigga\n Who wanna jump like a frog to a tadpole\n Gag it up, sliding through the ER, batted up\n A tube in your dick, you can't piss when standing up\n Hands is shaking, doctors is taken to operating\n \"Nah, he might not live!\" So they start debating\n You in bad shape, in the neck of New York\n Your slithering ways, lay with you a bad snake\n Smash bake, eight stab holes in your shoulder blades\n You wilding on the stretcher and shit, they trynna hold your legs\n Nah don't hold his legs, tell that bitch ass nigga to chill\n Put something in his meat like bolognese\n Got gophers that sleep in the woods, Carhartt down\n Padlock your bow-legged spot, where your rocks now?\n You ain't moving no crack, you'se a moving ass rat\n After you lay up in that morgue, I'mma fuck your back\n Yeah, nigga, die slow with your smirk on\n Night-night lights, dim it down, get your mirk on\n Later I see you in hell, get your burn on\n Filled with embalming fluid, get your sherm on\n\n My sherm on in the hood when I ride by\n My eyes looking like I learned how to skydive\n The world is yours, there's rules you abide by\n Ride with the fly guy on I-95\n They said a nigga return, but I never left\n I told Big L through me, he could resurrect\n I'm that nigga like Puff in L-O-X\n I took one L and life is still Double X\n Brick City where I breathe all the trees at\n The E's in M&M's, I need a Relapse\n And bitches, grab my mic, give me feedback\n Reggie you an asshole, baby I be that\n Yeah, I get cocky when the beat pumping\n You know you doing it when your tire lip running\n I keep a freak and I call her chicken McNugget\n Cuz this Superbad nigga, she McLovin'\n\n Fiends get killed in my hallways, we parlay\n My feet been killing me all day\n Your boy down for lot, like them killas in RahWay\n It's all work and no play, cuz this block ain't nothing like Broadway\n Revenge is sweeter than sorbet, you all become believers\n Once this heaters in your face, just a part of my feng shui\n Ya'll don't want no part of the gun spray\n I would hate to pull it and one stray\n That's where the innocents by stand, we trapped inside these tenements like damn\n Why mama trynna feed us this spiced ham\n Connects trynna cheat us with light grams\n Co-defendants try to lighten they sentence, snitching to white man\n Turned state evidence, fam, we ain't jellin'\n Felons ain't felons no more, they straight tellin'\n Ain't nothing worse than a rat, you can't smellin'\n And ain't nothing worse than a trap you can't sell in\n"},{"id":21803214,"name":"Rockin' Wit da Best","trackName":"Rockin' Wit da Best","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"New Jersey Reggie","duration":218.618776,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, one two, one two\nParty people in the place to be\n\nYeah, ha ha\nLet me clear my throat\nLet me clear my throat\nGilla House niggaz, baby\nWe gon' get a lil' somethin' straight\nHere in the place to be\n\nYo, you now rockin' wit da best, I'm blessed\nI deliver well, that's why I'm up in the S\nUPS, through rain sleet or snow\nI never break down, my skin made of Goretex\n\nHeard Reggie went left, 'cause when I do right\nPunk niggaz out of spite only give me a few mics\nThree best emcees, time for new light\nLet the streets decide on how nice\n\nYou see to be an emcee is not money in the bank\nOr blowin' niggaz off like, homey, we are late\nA million dollar boss dictatin' what I think, shit\nHis shooter's gettin' real nervous in the paint\n\nFive star when I rank, like Le Armitage\nGirls lookin' like Nicki Minaj, Reggie\nHip-Hop, I rock steady, just check my clout\nWhen Jersey in the building, I rock the house\n\nYo, you now rockin' wit da best, one of the best\nBest believe, boy, I look so fresh\nJust tellin' you how I feel\nWe gon' get a lil' somethin' straight\nHere in the place to be\n\nHey, they asked me how I maintain\nThe rap game and the streets\nI can picture in the same frame\nYou ain't raw? You don't ball\nSo lose yourself tryin' to keep up when I change lanes\n\nMy weed game green\nClientele is swell, it's Cool like LL\nDeBarge look alike brother, time will reveal\nThat I'm doin' it and doin' it well\n\nEven if you read braille you can feel my swag\nI'm your seein' eye dog with the pen and the pad\nBlue collar, when I talk, you can touch\nSo fuck how much money you can fit in the bag\n\nMy gift is the gab, the street's the truth\nThey got a lil' lost when down south came through\nI stayed in the booth and began to trip\n'Cause can't nobody rock like me, hah, remember this\n\nYo, you now rockin' wit da best, one of the best\nBest believe, boy, I look so fresh\nJust tellin' you how I feel\nWe gon' get a lil' somethin' straight\nHere in the place to be\n\nYo, what you consider the best, what you invest\nA half a mill' around your neck? Let me guess\nPunchlines after punchline for a check\nI did that, when GangStarr had to get a Rep\n\nMy city in debt, that's why I sound hongry\nMy flow dumb as fuck like Al Bun-dy\nAsk Treach, I do it for my lonely\nAll y'all come and get it if you want me\n\nMan, I'm a funny ass nigga\nAnd haters gon' say, \"He a funny ass nigga\"\nBut I'm a asset, good barbershop talk\nThe game without me is Wu-Tang without RZA\n\nPour out a little liquor, how I murder it\nBeef; my boys Fatburger it\nGilla, never heard of it? Shut your mouth\nWhen Jersey in the building, I rock the house\n\nYo, you now rockin' wit da best, one of the best\nBest believe, boy, I look so fresh\nWe gon' get a lil' somethin' straight\nHere in the place to be","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Rockin' Wit da Best\n artist: Redman\n album: New Jersey Reggie\n duration_ms: 218619\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yeah, one two, one two\n Party people in the place to be\n\n Yeah, ha ha\n Let me clear my throat\n Let me clear my throat\n Gilla House niggaz, baby\n We gon' get a lil' somethin' straight\n Here in the place to be\n\n Yo, you now rockin' wit da best, I'm blessed\n I deliver well, that's why I'm up in the S\n UPS, through rain sleet or snow\n I never break down, my skin made of Goretex\n\n Heard Reggie went left, 'cause when I do right\n Punk niggaz out of spite only give me a few mics\n Three best emcees, time for new light\n Let the streets decide on how nice\n\n You see to be an emcee is not money in the bank\n Or blowin' niggaz off like, homey, we are late\n A million dollar boss dictatin' what I think, shit\n His shooter's gettin' real nervous in the paint\n\n Five star when I rank, like Le Armitage\n Girls lookin' like Nicki Minaj, Reggie\n Hip-Hop, I rock steady, just check my clout\n When Jersey in the building, I rock the house\n\n Yo, you now rockin' wit da best, one of the best\n Best believe, boy, I look so fresh\n Just tellin' you how I feel\n We gon' get a lil' somethin' straight\n Here in the place to be\n\n Hey, they asked me how I maintain\n The rap game and the streets\n I can picture in the same frame\n You ain't raw? You don't ball\n So lose yourself tryin' to keep up when I change lanes\n\n My weed game green\n Clientele is swell, it's Cool like LL\n DeBarge look alike brother, time will reveal\n That I'm doin' it and doin' it well\n\n Even if you read braille you can feel my swag\n I'm your seein' eye dog with the pen and the pad\n Blue collar, when I talk, you can touch\n So fuck how much money you can fit in the bag\n\n My gift is the gab, the street's the truth\n They got a lil' lost when down south came through\n I stayed in the booth and began to trip\n 'Cause can't nobody rock like me, hah, remember this\n\n Yo, you now rockin' wit da best, one of the best\n Best believe, boy, I look so fresh\n Just tellin' you how I feel\n We gon' get a lil' somethin' straight\n Here in the place to be\n\n Yo, what you consider the best, what you invest\n A half a mill' around your neck? Let me guess\n Punchlines after punchline for a check\n I did that, when GangStarr had to get a Rep\n\n My city in debt, that's why I sound hongry\n My flow dumb as fuck like Al Bun-dy\n Ask Treach, I do it for my lonely\n All y'all come and get it if you want me\n\n Man, I'm a funny ass nigga\n And haters gon' say, \"He a funny ass nigga\"\n But I'm a asset, good barbershop talk\n The game without me is Wu-Tang without RZA\n\n Pour out a little liquor, how I murder it\n Beef; my boys Fatburger it\n Gilla, never heard of it? Shut your mouth\n When Jersey in the building, I rock the house\n\n Yo, you now rockin' wit da best, one of the best\n Best believe, boy, I look so fresh\n We gon' get a lil' somethin' straight\n Here in the place to be\n"},{"id":21410208,"name":"Oh My","trackName":"Oh My","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"New Jersey Reggie","duration":174.680816,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Lets go!\n\nMake her say oh my every time i ride by\nShe like the way the jet black cadillac shine\n(Ma-make her say)3 (oh my)3\n\nYeah yo i hop out my ride im lookin fly\nCome ride the pony but im nuttin like genuine\nWhen benitime was is style i was bendin dimes\nNow im tryna smoke with Obama at the pentagon\nBaby its been a time and i dont eat beef\nI know yall niggas smell pussy\nBut it aint me\nYall should rate me 12 on the richter\nDisapear like chappelle on his sista\n\nMake her say oh my every time i ride by she like the\nWay the jet black cadillac shine\n(Ma-make her say)3 (oh my)3\nMake her say oh my every time i ride by she like the\nWay the candy apple cadillac shine\n(Ma-make her say)3 (oh my)3\n\nHaha yeah yo i hop out my benz\nI got my cash on\nIm on that kutch like ashton have some\nWhen i was young it was time for some action\nNow im grown an primetime (whats hapnun?)\nHaha look atcha you on fire\nYour toes got the sky hornier than Quagmire\n28 on tha tire\n\nSay hi to ya paper\nWave by to them haterz\nSee em later\nMake em say! Oh My!\n\nMake her say oh my every time i ride by she\nLike the way the jet black cadillac shine\n(Ma-make her say)3 (oh my)3\n\nHa yeah i pull up to ya\nLike whats up with ya\nYou see the cadillac girl lets cuddle up\nI feel great\nBaby dontchu life is like chess\nDont make the wrong\nHaha but if you do\nDont worry bout it\nIl be there like the jacksons\nDont worry bout it\nI told my hood\nI was gonna do it\nNow im around the world reppin new wark\n\nMake her say oh my every time i ride by she\nLike the way the jet black cadillac shine (ma-make her say)3 (oh my)3\nMake her say oh my every time i ride by she like the\nWay the candy apple cadillac shine (ma-make her say)3 (oh my)3\n\nREDMAN SPEAKS","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Oh My\n artist: Redman\n album: New Jersey Reggie\n duration_ms: 174681\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Lets go!\n\n Make her say oh my every time i ride by\n She like the way the jet black cadillac shine\n (Ma-make her say)3 (oh my)3\n\n Yeah yo i hop out my ride im lookin fly\n Come ride the pony but im nuttin like genuine\n When benitime was is style i was bendin dimes\n Now im tryna smoke with Obama at the pentagon\n Baby its been a time and i dont eat beef\n I know yall niggas smell pussy\n But it aint me\n Yall should rate me 12 on the richter\n Disapear like chappelle on his sista\n\n Make her say oh my every time i ride by she like the\n Way the jet black cadillac shine\n (Ma-make her say)3 (oh my)3\n Make her say oh my every time i ride by she like the\n Way the candy apple cadillac shine\n (Ma-make her say)3 (oh my)3\n\n Haha yeah yo i hop out my benz\n I got my cash on\n Im on that kutch like ashton have some\n When i was young it was time for some action\n Now im grown an primetime (whats hapnun?)\n Haha look atcha you on fire\n Your toes got the sky hornier than Quagmire\n 28 on tha tire\n\n Say hi to ya paper\n Wave by to them haterz\n See em later\n Make em say! Oh My!\n\n Make her say oh my every time i ride by she\n Like the way the jet black cadillac shine\n (Ma-make her say)3 (oh my)3\n\n Ha yeah i pull up to ya\n Like whats up with ya\n You see the cadillac girl lets cuddle up\n I feel great\n Baby dontchu life is like chess\n Dont make the wrong\n Haha but if you do\n Dont worry bout it\n Il be there like the jacksons\n Dont worry bout it\n I told my hood\n I was gonna do it\n Now im around the world reppin new wark\n\n Make her say oh my every time i ride by she\n Like the way the jet black cadillac shine (ma-make her say)3 (oh my)3\n Make her say oh my every time i ride by she like the\n Way the candy apple cadillac shine (ma-make her say)3 (oh my)3\n\n REDMAN SPEAKS\n"},{"id":21754424,"name":"Tiger Style Crane","trackName":"Tiger Style Crane","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"New Jersey Reggie","duration":141.949388,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"~ [Verse 1] ~\nYo, crack the Remy Martin\nFor niggas pumpin' weed by the mini-market\nBring it when you see me park it\nI think big like Diddy office\nI fuck a ho with a baseball cap on, like Mr. Marcus\nYeah, my family feud like Richard Dawson\nThe survey said I'm hot in right in your apartment\nThis Brick City, right beside New York\nYeah, the streets is watchin' even Mimes wanna talk\nI run up on a DJ, smack em' on camera\nMakin' sure I get my wax on like Daniel-san\nFeel my geniune draft, not filla'\nI could walk up in a church a start a Mosh Pit up\nYeah, I bring the pain\n11th member of the Wu-Tang, my flow Tiger Style Crane\nI'm back nigga, ridin' that Gravy Train\nThe rap criminal, my artifact is hard to tame\nBitch wanna complain, no use in barkin'\nCuz we can go neck-to-neck like Pam and Martin\nAnd smoke like a carton of Newports nigga\n\nOn my New Jersey shit, and New York nigga\n~ [Verse 2] ~\nCheck out the nigga flow\nI knock out the mic like Buster Douglas, bitch leave a nigga broke\nAnd Jigga know when I clutch the pen it's fuck them\nHens, I'm puttin' paragraphs in the figure 4\nFuck tryin' to take a pack of protein,\nCuz when I brawl Ima' be strapped like four [?]\nBlow smoke rings in the meetin'\nIf I ain't gettin' half of what I sell you ain't eatin' niether\nOur leader won't take no shorts, I know betta'\nThis D-O-C, MVP for Vendetta\nI'm always on point, never skip of slip\nMy bitch stay tryin' to kill me like Mrs. Smith\nIf I carry two cannons, no time to pull out\nI bust through the side of my jeans like Bruce Banner\nMy dogs do it on camera, and to them\nI'm Big Brother on my [?] for Gammafide Gamma\nI ride like a rider should\nAnd when a bitch blow Doc she be famous like Monica\nHardcore in the blood, get the best in line\nPut the eye into yo' watch cuz I'm pressed for time, nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Tiger Style Crane\n artist: Redman\n album: New Jersey Reggie\n duration_ms: 141949\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n ~ [Verse 1] ~\n Yo, crack the Remy Martin\n For niggas pumpin' weed by the mini-market\n Bring it when you see me park it\n I think big like Diddy office\n I fuck a ho with a baseball cap on, like Mr. Marcus\n Yeah, my family feud like Richard Dawson\n The survey said I'm hot in right in your apartment\n This Brick City, right beside New York\n Yeah, the streets is watchin' even Mimes wanna talk\n I run up on a DJ, smack em' on camera\n Makin' sure I get my wax on like Daniel-san\n Feel my geniune draft, not filla'\n I could walk up in a church a start a Mosh Pit up\n Yeah, I bring the pain\n 11th member of the Wu-Tang, my flow Tiger Style Crane\n I'm back nigga, ridin' that Gravy Train\n The rap criminal, my artifact is hard to tame\n Bitch wanna complain, no use in barkin'\n Cuz we can go neck-to-neck like Pam and Martin\n And smoke like a carton of Newports nigga\n\n On my New Jersey shit, and New York nigga\n ~ [Verse 2] ~\n Check out the nigga flow\n I knock out the mic like Buster Douglas, bitch leave a nigga broke\n And Jigga know when I clutch the pen it's fuck them\n Hens, I'm puttin' paragraphs in the figure 4\n Fuck tryin' to take a pack of protein,\n Cuz when I brawl Ima' be strapped like four [?]\n Blow smoke rings in the meetin'\n If I ain't gettin' half of what I sell you ain't eatin' niether\n Our leader won't take no shorts, I know betta'\n This D-O-C, MVP for Vendetta\n I'm always on point, never skip of slip\n My bitch stay tryin' to kill me like Mrs. Smith\n If I carry two cannons, no time to pull out\n I bust through the side of my jeans like Bruce Banner\n My dogs do it on camera, and to them\n I'm Big Brother on my [?] for Gammafide Gamma\n I ride like a rider should\n And when a bitch blow Doc she be famous like Monica\n Hardcore in the blood, get the best in line\n Put the eye into yo' watch cuz I'm pressed for time, nigga\n"},{"id":39108876,"name":"Dangerus MCees","trackName":"Dangerus MCees","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"New Jersey Reggie","duration":146.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yessir, Red and Meth in the muthafking building, nigga Yeah...\nyeah...\nya'll already know the muthafking\nbusiness, nigga Agh, let's go, yo check it\n\nYo, you can, find me up inside a whore Making\nher legs go up like Ferrari doors Gilla House get '\nChips A'\nHoy', don't sniff the boy But I'm naughty like Tommy Boy Go back like\nAtari cords, still here,\nshit Superman ended up in a wheelchair I'm fresh like Bel-Air,\nI paid my dues And you trying to be cool up in Sunday school Can't\nmove when I flow, bet a nigga gonna copy Take it home, study it,\nthen he gon' profit In the rap game,\nevery nigga gonna gossip Even Herbie Hancock know Red rock it Yo,\nRed, stop it, time is up Only nigga that's fly on the rhyme\nis us Cause, no one can stop me Da-da-na, da-da-na, like Rocky\n[Chorus: Redman (\nMethod Man) {\nThe Notorious B.\nI.\nsample}]\nAiyo, this how it sound when them boys\nunderground Nigga, check our style, we some {\nDangerous M.\nC.'s} (\nGame over, forget 'em, forget 'em, forgot 'em) (\nGame over, forget 'em, forget 'em, forget 'em) {\nDangerous MC's}\n\nYo, back when chef mami used to sell plates,\nwe used to sell base I learned to wipe my nose and wipe the prints\noff the shell case Don't want no jail case,\nfreedom miles standing at hell's gate It's hot,\nand the devil's my cell mate The game's addictive, I can't stop,\nit's like I'm chasing that first high Like Betty Crocker baking that\nfirst pie The beef we serving is stir fried,\nswerving all through your urban Hurting, every gate and corner,\nyou working, I'm The bottom line,\nthe school of hard knocks turn into Columbine And my set\nis throwing up dollar signs Some get gwop, some get pop, me?\nI got a ziplock of bubble gum,\njust for selling Chris Rock Nobody move, nobody shot, Meth,\nI'm in the body shop Where you rummy,\nrolling your body drops I'm trynna stand on my own two,\nget signed to a major Be a franchise player and get my own shoe","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Dangerus MCees\n artist: Redman\n album: New Jersey Reggie\n duration_ms: 146000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yessir, Red and Meth in the muthafking building, nigga Yeah...\n yeah...\n ya'll already know the muthafking\n business, nigga Agh, let's go, yo check it\n\n Yo, you can, find me up inside a whore Making\n her legs go up like Ferrari doors Gilla House get '\n Chips A'\n Hoy', don't sniff the boy But I'm naughty like Tommy Boy Go back like\n Atari cords, still here,\n shit Superman ended up in a wheelchair I'm fresh like Bel-Air,\n I paid my dues And you trying to be cool up in Sunday school Can't\n move when I flow, bet a nigga gonna copy Take it home, study it,\n then he gon' profit In the rap game,\n every nigga gonna gossip Even Herbie Hancock know Red rock it Yo,\n Red, stop it, time is up Only nigga that's fly on the rhyme\n is us Cause, no one can stop me Da-da-na, da-da-na, like Rocky\n [Chorus: Redman (\n Method Man) {\n The Notorious B.\n I.\n sample}]\n Aiyo, this how it sound when them boys\n underground Nigga, check our style, we some {\n Dangerous M.\n C.'s} (\n Game over, forget 'em, forget 'em, forgot 'em) (\n Game over, forget 'em, forget 'em, forget 'em) {\n Dangerous MC's}\n\n Yo, back when chef mami used to sell plates,\n we used to sell base I learned to wipe my nose and wipe the prints\n off the shell case Don't want no jail case,\n freedom miles standing at hell's gate It's hot,\n and the devil's my cell mate The game's addictive, I can't stop,\n it's like I'm chasing that first high Like Betty Crocker baking that\n first pie The beef we serving is stir fried,\n swerving all through your urban Hurting, every gate and corner,\n you working, I'm The bottom line,\n the school of hard knocks turn into Columbine And my set\n is throwing up dollar signs Some get gwop, some get pop, me?\n I got a ziplock of bubble gum,\n just 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dog with chrome inkies\n[00:33.27] Chicken ridin shottie and she boost all her dickie\n[00:35.90] This is your brain, this is my tape on drugs\n[00:38.63] If your lame ass can't feel it, then your cord unplugged\n[00:42.21] Ppp smoked your weed, ain't nobody around\n[00:44.71] You just got clowned for a whole half a pound, check it out, now\n[00:48.88] I do a lot of stupid shit when i be smokin\n[00:51.50] One time i left my truck runnin in brooklyn wide open\n[00:54.25] I forget who i call, ask for nia (r - \"hello, can i talk to nia?\")\n[00:55.95] And it's tonya (g - \"nia?!\", r - \"oh shit!\")\n[00:57.15] Click over (r - \"whassup bitch?\". \"oh, hi momma!\")\n[00:59.85] Yo, when i'm on stage rhymin i forget what state that i'm in\n[01:02.88] The bitches numbers i lost, my baby momma find em\n[01:06.02] I played the lottery, forty million that day\n[01:08.82] I probably won the motherfucker but i forgot that i played!\n[01:11.24] Yo yo yo\n[01:12.18] Once upon a time up in jersey, yo!\n[01:15.03] Ha ha, i damn near had to wreck a hoe\n[01:17.70] Yo, i knocked on her do', \"who is it?\"\n[01:21.32] Hah, it's funk doc here to pay a little visit to ya\n[01:24.03] I heard them niggaz up in cali get smoked a lot\n[01:26.78] All them niggaz in atlanta get smoked a lot\n[01:29.47] I heard them niggaz in virginia get smoked a lot\n[01:33.05] I heard them niggaz in rhode island get smoked a lot\n[01:34.89] Aiyyo-yo, yo\n[01:35.73] When i get high i start throwin water in the crowd\n[01:38.37] Battle mc's off the top, slaughterin a child\n[01:41.96] Detroit call it ganz, miami call it krip\n[01:43.75] No matter what you call it, it be peelin back my shit!\n[01:47.33] Aiyyo cali niggaz got bomb -- that same bomb\n[01:49.25] Made me forget my momma's birthday and it's tattoed on my arm\n[01:53.74] I misplace my lex keys everytime i be zee'd up\n[01:56.40] I was caught puttin christmas trees up, and it was easter!\n[01:59.16] Do y'all motherfuckers feel high tonight?\n[02:02.77] Knowin y'all niggaz shouldn't drive tonight?\n[02:04.51] Yo, however the plan go, close the caravan do'\n[02:08.19] So we can all dye and get high off of secondhand smoke\n[02:10.85] Brick city got the pep, empty out your black n' milds\n[02:13.51] Smokin the l with doc earn frequent flyin miles\n[02:17.13] I flew around the planet with my weed tucked in\n[02:19.91] I need to go to e.o. rehab, and sign my stankin ass in!\n[02:21.77] Yo yo yo!\n[02:23.59] Once upon a time up in jersey, yo!\n[02:26.29] Ah-hah, i damn near had to wreck a hoe\n[02:29.00] Yo, i knocked on her do', \"who is it?\"\n[02:31.62] Yo, it's funk doc here to pay a little visit to ya\n[02:35.23] I heard them niggaz in the bronx get smoked a lot\n[02:37.99] I heard them niggaz up in yonkers get smoked a lot\n[02:41.55] I heard them niggaz in chi-town get smoked a lot\n[02:43.34] I heard them niggaz in detroit get smoked a lot\n[02:46.90] Lot, lot, lot, lot\n[02:49.99] Yo, yo, yo, yo\n[02:52.62] Yo. motherfucker\n[02:55.38] Don't fuck around in the bricks motherfucker\n[02:57.15] Rats'll whoop your ass over there motherfucker\n[02:59.82] Nigga got so much backyard boogie over there\n[03:02.51] The seeds'll kill you motherfucker, yeah!\n[03:04.32] Chickenheads'll rob you over there motherfucker\n[03:08.09] Sucker ass motherfucker\n[03:08.97] Get the fuck on out of here\n[03:11.65] Yo light that shit here!\n[03:12.54] (We gon' take you out, on w fuck all y'all radio)\n[03:13.91] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Jersey Yo! 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played!\n\n Yo yo yo\n Once upon a time up in jersey, yo!\n Ha ha, i damn near had to wreck a hoe\n Yo, i knocked on her do', \"who is it?\"\n Hah, it's funk doc here to pay a little visit to ya\n I heard them niggaz up in cali get smoked a lot\n All them niggaz in atlanta get smoked a lot\n I heard them niggaz in virginia get smoked a lot\n I heard them niggaz in rhode island get smoked a lot\n\n Aiyyo-yo, yo\n When i get high i start throwin water in the crowd\n Battle mc's off the top, slaughterin a child\n Detroit call it ganz, miami call it krip\n No matter what you call it, it be peelin back my shit!\n Aiyyo cali niggaz got bomb -- that same bomb\n Made me forget my momma's birthday and it's tattoed on my arm\n I misplace my lex keys everytime i be zee'd up\n I was caught puttin christmas trees up, and it was easter!\n Do y'all motherfuckers feel high tonight?\n Knowin y'all niggaz shouldn't drive tonight?\n Yo, however the plan go, close the caravan do'\n So we can all dye and get high off of secondhand smoke\n Brick city got the pep, empty out your black n' milds\n Smokin the l with doc earn frequent flyin miles\n I flew around the planet with my weed tucked in\n I need to go to e.o. rehab, and sign my stankin ass in!\n\n Yo yo yo!\n Once upon a time up in jersey, yo!\n Ah-hah, i damn near had to wreck a hoe\n Yo, i knocked on her do', \"who is it?\"\n Yo, it's funk doc here to pay a little visit to ya\n I heard them niggaz in the bronx get smoked a lot\n I heard them niggaz up in yonkers get smoked a lot\n I heard them niggaz in chi-town get smoked a lot\n I heard them niggaz in detroit get smoked a lot\n Lot, lot, lot, lot\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n Yo. motherfucker\n Don't fuck around in the bricks motherfucker\n Rats'll whoop your ass over there motherfucker\n Nigga got so much backyard boogie over there\n The seeds'll kill you motherfucker, yeah!\n Chickenheads'll rob you over there motherfucker\n Sucker ass motherfucker\n Get the fuck on out of here\n Yo light that shit here!\n\n (We gon' take you out, on w fuck all y'all radio)\n"}]