[{"id":17479299,"name":"Lalala","trackName":"Lalala","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Redman Songs","duration":201.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Boo!\nHa!\nLet's go!\nYo!\n\nNow everybody welcome me back like I'm Carter\nIt's 90s ugly, I'm in the mirror like Shubba\nAmerica's most blunted, Cheecher Chong say I'm Don Dada\nA bounty hunter for the sour armor\nHit your hood, I'm in pocket how I get around\nI'm on my toes like a midget in a urine aisle\nWhoever your connect, boy, better tell him\nI'm looking for the killer, I'm tryna catch a felon\n\nI'm looking for who's selling, Mary cooking my share of vellum\nI pin and tell him my artist wore Machiavellian\nBy day seven see what they're smelling\nIt's me and Helen\nYou see that seven on seven C's\nCall me with jelly\n\nGo call a reverend, Mac 11 and split your melon\nIf that don't get him a honeydew in a split second\nAmerica's most put us both in the spoke section\nWith no sticks and no seeds and no exceptions\n\nI'm like yeah you know I roll that\nI'm like hey this nigga, got it\nI'm like yeah and then we smoke that\nNow everybody say da-da-da-da-da-da\nI'm like, yeah, you know I roll out\nI'm like, hey, this nigga got it, yo\nYeah, and then we smoke that\nBrook City, Staten Island\n\nHey, punk brothers, you got the herb, the blood cuff it\nYou came to beef with a butter knife, then don't cut it\nJust co-bust it, wild style when I co-crush it\nThe Giller house got a Giller lost, I'm cold-blooded\nYou all ready, I run with Reggie, I don't puff it\nWe like De Niro and Joe Pesci, but low budget\nBunch of buzzkillers, buzzbusters, they askin' how you do it\nAin't no Nike to it, I just does it\n\nGranddaddy and I'm listenin' to Bob Marley\nI tear the roof off the Porsche like it's house party\nI got the new edition that green homie, it's a killer\nRalph Ricky, Mike Bobby, Ronnie and Johnny\nNiggas say they got gas but it's all gas\nThey talking like a podcast, nigga haul ass\nI never share and I don't pass the clip\n'Cause that shit on his lip, got some shit on his lip\n\nAnd I'm like, yeah, you know I roll that\nI'm like, this nigga got it\nI'm like, yeah, and then we smoke that\nNow everybody say that\nI'm like, yeah, you know I roll out\nI'm like, this nigga got it, yo\nYeah, and then we smoked that\nBrook City, Staten Island\n\nHey yo, look, this weed I got, bruh\nI swear on my mama I can see the future\nThe hood said I got crystal diamonds\nI'm at court in marijuana pajamas\nThe judge said, you smoke pot?\nI'm like, yeah, your honor\nI got the plug, so my homie got it on the low\n'Cause I'm looking at your O's, nigga like, what are those?\nI got a party in LA, if I run out of blood\nI need more like Rudy Ray, nigga\n\nOh, in my French, I'm so international\nThis is Doc and Mets, Jim Fouman, Sacré-Bleu\nThe skunk on me, mon ami Pepe Le Pew\nCall your nephew if that's how I give me effort, you\nThis is Vex, homie, more energized, no rest for me\nNo positive without negative, more or less, homie\nThe best bud in the West, homie, no stress, homie\nProtect your neck, cause me and Brody got neck, homie\n\nI'm like, yeah, you know I roll out\nI'm like, this nigga got it, yo\nI'm like, yeah, and then we smoke that\nNow everybody say, da-da-da-da-da\nI'm like, yeah, you know I roll that\nI'm like, this nigga got it, yo\nI'm like, yeah, and then we smoke that\nBrook City, Staten Island","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Lalala\n artist: Redman\n album: Redman Songs\n duration_ms: 201000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Boo!\n Ha!\n Let's go!\n Yo!\n\n Now everybody welcome me back like I'm Carter\n It's 90s ugly, I'm in the mirror like Shubba\n America's most blunted, Cheecher Chong say I'm Don Dada\n A bounty hunter for the sour armor\n Hit your hood, I'm in pocket how I get around\n I'm on my toes like a midget in a urine aisle\n Whoever your connect, boy, better tell him\n I'm looking for the killer, I'm tryna catch a felon\n\n I'm looking for who's selling, Mary cooking my share of vellum\n I pin and tell him my artist wore Machiavellian\n By day seven see what they're smelling\n It's me and Helen\n You see that seven on seven C's\n Call me with jelly\n\n Go call a reverend, Mac 11 and split your melon\n If that don't get him a honeydew in a split second\n America's most put us both in the spoke section\n With no sticks and no seeds and no exceptions\n\n I'm like yeah you know I roll that\n I'm like hey this nigga, got it\n I'm like yeah and then we smoke that\n Now everybody say da-da-da-da-da-da\n I'm like, yeah, you know I roll out\n I'm like, hey, this nigga got it, yo\n Yeah, and then we smoke that\n Brook City, Staten Island\n\n Hey, punk brothers, you got the herb, the blood cuff it\n You came to beef with a butter knife, then don't cut it\n Just co-bust it, wild style when I co-crush it\n The Giller house got a Giller lost, I'm cold-blooded\n You all ready, I run with Reggie, I don't puff it\n We like De Niro and Joe Pesci, but low budget\n Bunch of buzzkillers, buzzbusters, they askin' how you do it\n Ain't no Nike to it, I just does it\n\n Granddaddy and I'm listenin' to Bob Marley\n I tear the roof off the Porsche like it's house party\n I got the new edition that green homie, it's a killer\n Ralph Ricky, Mike Bobby, Ronnie and Johnny\n Niggas say they got gas but it's all gas\n They talking like a podcast, nigga haul ass\n I never share and I don't pass the clip\n 'Cause that shit on his lip, got some shit on his lip\n\n And I'm like, yeah, you know I roll that\n I'm like, this nigga got it\n I'm like, yeah, and then we smoke that\n Now everybody say that\n I'm like, yeah, you know I roll out\n I'm like, this nigga got it, yo\n Yeah, and then we smoked that\n Brook City, Staten Island\n\n Hey yo, look, this weed I got, bruh\n I swear on my mama I can see the future\n The hood said I got crystal diamonds\n I'm at court in marijuana pajamas\n The judge said, you smoke pot?\n I'm like, yeah, your honor\n I got the plug, so my homie got it on the low\n 'Cause I'm looking at your O's, nigga like, what are those?\n I got a party in LA, if I run out of blood\n I need more like Rudy Ray, nigga\n\n Oh, in my French, I'm so international\n This is Doc and Mets, Jim Fouman, Sacré-Bleu\n The skunk on me, mon ami Pepe Le Pew\n Call your nephew if that's how I give me effort, you\n This is Vex, homie, more energized, no rest for me\n No positive without negative, more or less, homie\n The best bud in the West, homie, no stress, homie\n Protect your neck, cause me and Brody got neck, homie\n\n I'm like, yeah, you know I roll out\n I'm like, this nigga got it, yo\n I'm like, yeah, and then we smoke that\n Now everybody say, da-da-da-da-da\n I'm like, yeah, you know I roll that\n I'm like, this nigga got it, yo\n I'm like, yeah, and then we smoke that\n Brook City, Staten Island\n"},{"id":35592487,"name":"Lalala","trackName":"Lalala","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Redman Videos","duration":199.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Now everyone welcome me back like i'm carter\nIts 90's ugly and i am in the mirror like shabba\nAmericas most blunted, cheech & chong say im don dodda\nA bounty hunter for the sour, imma hit your hood\nI'm in pocket is how i get around\nI'm on my toes like a midget on his toes in a urinal\nWhoever your connect boy betta tellem\nI'm lookin for the killer, i'm tryin to catch a felon\n\nI'm lookin for whose selling\nMary cookin my cerebellum\nI pen and tell em my art is war machiavelli\nBy day 7 see what you smelling is me in hailing\nYou see that 7, thats 7 seas call me magellan\nOr call a reverend, mac eleven will split your melon\nIf that get'em my honey doin a split second\nAmericas most put us both in the smoke section\nWith no sticks & no seeds and no exceptions\n\nI'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\nI'm like aye this nigga got it\nI'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\nNow everybody say dadadadada\nI'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\nI'm like aye this nigga got it\nI'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\nBrick city, staten island... lets go\n\nAye, blunt brothers you got the herb, the blunt covered\nYou came to beef with a butter knife that don't cut it\nJust cold busted, wild style when i cold crush it\nThe gilla house gotta gilla monster, i'm cold blooded\nYou already i run with reggie, i don't puff it\nWe like dinero & joe pesci but low budget\nBunch of buzz killers, bugs bunnies ask him how he do it\nAnd we nike to it, i just do it\n\nAye yo meth, i got that grand daddy and i'm listening to bob marley\nI tear the roof off the porch like its house party\nI got the new edition, that green hommy is a killer\nRalph, ricky, mike, bobby, ronnie & johnny\nNiggas say that got gas, but its all gas\nThey talking like a podcast nigga haul ass\nI never share and i don t pass the clip\nCause that shit on his lip... got some shit on his lip\n\nI'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\nI'm like aye this nigga got it\nI'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\nNow everybody say dadadadada\nI'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\nI'm like aye this nigga got it\nI'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\nBrick city, staten island\n\nYo meth, this weed i got bruh, i swear on my momma\nI can see the future; the hood say i got kushstradamus\nI' m at court in marijuanna pajamas\nThe judge said you smoke bud, i'm like yeah ya honor\nI got the plug so my homey got it on the low\nCause i'm lookin at your o's nigga like what are thoooose\nI gotta party in la, if i run outta bud i need more like rudy ray nigga\n\nPardon my french, i'm so international\nThis is doc & meth je' fume' sacre' blue\nThey skunk on me, mon ami pep le pew\nCall your mephew if thats how i interact with you\nThis is vets only, more energized no rest for me\nNo positive without negative, more or less homey\nThe best bud on the west on me, no stress on me\nProtect your neck cause me & brodee got next homey\n\nI'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\nI'm like aye this nigga got it\nI'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\nNow everybody say dadadadada\nI'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\nI'm like aye this nigga got it\nI'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\nBrick city, staten island","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Lalala\n artist: Redman\n album: Redman Videos\n duration_ms: 199000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Now everyone welcome me back like i'm carter\n Its 90's ugly and i am in the mirror like shabba\n Americas most blunted, cheech & chong say im don dodda\n A bounty hunter for the sour, imma hit your hood\n I'm in pocket is how i get around\n I'm on my toes like a midget on his toes in a urinal\n Whoever your connect boy betta tellem\n I'm lookin for the killer, i'm tryin to catch a felon\n\n I'm lookin for whose selling\n Mary cookin my cerebellum\n I pen and tell em my art is war machiavelli\n By day 7 see what you smelling is me in hailing\n You see that 7, thats 7 seas call me magellan\n Or call a reverend, mac eleven will split your melon\n If that get'em my honey doin a split second\n Americas most put us both in the smoke section\n With no sticks & no seeds and no exceptions\n\n I'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\n I'm like aye this nigga got it\n I'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\n Now everybody say dadadadada\n I'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\n I'm like aye this nigga got it\n I'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\n Brick city, staten island... lets go\n\n Aye, blunt brothers you got the herb, the blunt covered\n You came to beef with a butter knife that don't cut it\n Just cold busted, wild style when i cold crush it\n The gilla house gotta gilla monster, i'm cold blooded\n You already i run with reggie, i don't puff it\n We like dinero & joe pesci but low budget\n Bunch of buzz killers, bugs bunnies ask him how he do it\n And we nike to it, i just do it\n\n Aye yo meth, i got that grand daddy and i'm listening to bob marley\n I tear the roof off the porch like its house party\n I got the new edition, that green hommy is a killer\n Ralph, ricky, mike, bobby, ronnie & johnny\n Niggas say that got gas, but its all gas\n They talking like a podcast nigga haul ass\n I never share and i don t pass the clip\n Cause that shit on his lip... got some shit on his lip\n\n I'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\n I'm like aye this nigga got it\n I'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\n Now everybody say dadadadada\n I'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\n I'm like aye this nigga got it\n I'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\n Brick city, staten island\n\n Yo meth, this weed i got bruh, i swear on my momma\n I can see the future; the hood say i got kushstradamus\n I' m at court in marijuanna pajamas\n The judge said you smoke bud, i'm like yeah ya honor\n I got the plug so my homey got it on the low\n Cause i'm lookin at your o's nigga like what are thoooose\n I gotta party in la, if i run outta bud i need more like rudy ray nigga\n\n Pardon my french, i'm so international\n This is doc & meth je' fume' sacre' blue\n They skunk on me, mon ami pep le pew\n Call your mephew if thats how i interact with you\n This is vets only, more energized no rest for me\n No positive without negative, more or less homey\n The best bud on the west on me, no stress on me\n Protect your neck cause me & brodee got next homey\n\n I'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\n I'm like aye this nigga got it\n I'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\n Now everybody say dadadadada\n I'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\n I'm like aye this nigga got it\n I'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\n Brick city, staten island\n"},{"id":27154695,"name":"Lalala","trackName":"Lalala","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Lalala (DJ Premier Remix)","duration":161.856009,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Now everyone welcome me back like i'm carter\nIts 90's ugly and i am in the mirror like shabba\nAmericas most blunted, cheech & chong say im don dodda\nA bounty hunter for the sour, imma hit your hood\nI'm in pocket is how i get around\nI'm on my toes like a midget on his toes in a urinal\nWhoever your connect boy betta tellem\nI'm lookin for the killer, i'm tryin to catch a felon\n\nI'm lookin for whose selling\nMary cookin my cerebellum\nI pen and tell em my art is war machiavelli\nBy day 7 see what you smelling is me in hailing\nYou see that 7, thats 7 seas call me magellan\nOr call a reverend, mac eleven will split your melon\nIf that get'em my honey doin a split second\nAmericas most put us both in the smoke section\nWith no sticks & no seeds and no exceptions\n\nI'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\nI'm like aye this nigga got it\nI'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\nNow everybody say dadadadada\nI'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\nI'm like aye this nigga got it\nI'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\nBrick city, staten island... lets go\n\nAye, blunt brothers you got the herb, the blunt covered\nYou came to beef with a butter knife that don't cut it\nJust cold busted, wild style when i cold crush it\nThe gilla house gotta gilla monster, i'm cold blooded\nYou already i run with reggie, i don't puff it\nWe like dinero & joe pesci but low budget\nBunch of buzz killers, bugs bunnies ask him how he do it\nAnd we nike to it, i just do it\n\nAye yo meth, i got that grand daddy and i'm listening to bob marley\nI tear the roof off the porch like its house party\nI got the new edition, that green hommy is a killer\nRalph, ricky, mike, bobby, ronnie & johnny\nNiggas say that got gas, but its all gas\nThey talking like a podcast nigga haul ass\nI never share and i don t pass the clip\nCause that shit on his lip... got some shit on his lip\n\nI'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\nI'm like aye this nigga got it\nI'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\nNow everybody say dadadadada\nI'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\nI'm like aye this nigga got it\nI'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\nBrick city, staten island\n\nYo meth, this weed i got bruh, i swear on my momma\nI can see the future; the hood say i got kushstradamus\nI' m at court in marijuanna pajamas\nThe judge said you smoke bud, i'm like yeah ya honor\nI got the plug so my homey got it on the low\nCause i'm lookin at your o's nigga like what are thoooose\nI gotta party in la, if i run outta bud i need more like rudy ray nigga\n\nPardon my french, i'm so international\nThis is doc & meth je' fume' sacre' blue\nThey skunk on me, mon ami pep le pew\nCall your mephew if thats how i interact with you\nThis is vets only, more energized no rest for me\nNo positive without negative, more or less homey\nThe best bud on the west on me, no stress on me\nProtect your neck cause me & brodee got next homey\n\nI'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\nI'm like aye this nigga got it\nI'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\nNow everybody say dadadadada\nI'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\nI'm like aye this nigga got it\nI'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\nBrick city, staten island","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Lalala\n artist: Redman\n album: Lalala (DJ Premier Remix)\n duration_ms: 161856\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Now everyone welcome me back like i'm carter\n Its 90's ugly and i am in the mirror like shabba\n Americas most blunted, cheech & chong say im don dodda\n A bounty hunter for the sour, imma hit your hood\n I'm in pocket is how i get around\n I'm on my toes like a midget on his toes in a urinal\n Whoever your connect boy betta tellem\n I'm lookin for the killer, i'm tryin to catch a felon\n\n I'm lookin for whose selling\n Mary cookin my cerebellum\n I pen and tell em my art is war machiavelli\n By day 7 see what you smelling is me in hailing\n You see that 7, thats 7 seas call me magellan\n Or call a reverend, mac eleven will split your melon\n If that get'em my honey doin a split second\n Americas most put us both in the smoke section\n With no sticks & no seeds and no exceptions\n\n I'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\n I'm like aye this nigga got it\n I'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\n Now everybody say dadadadada\n I'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\n I'm like aye this nigga got it\n I'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\n Brick city, staten island... lets go\n\n Aye, blunt brothers you got the herb, the blunt covered\n You came to beef with a butter knife that don't cut it\n Just cold busted, wild style when i cold crush it\n The gilla house gotta gilla monster, i'm cold blooded\n You already i run with reggie, i don't puff it\n We like dinero & joe pesci but low budget\n Bunch of buzz killers, bugs bunnies ask him how he do it\n And we nike to it, i just do it\n\n Aye yo meth, i got that grand daddy and i'm listening to bob marley\n I tear the roof off the porch like its house party\n I got the new edition, that green hommy is a killer\n Ralph, ricky, mike, bobby, ronnie & johnny\n Niggas say that got gas, but its all gas\n They talking like a podcast nigga haul ass\n I never share and i don t pass the clip\n Cause that shit on his lip... got some shit on his lip\n\n I'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\n I'm like aye this nigga got it\n I'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\n Now everybody say dadadadada\n I'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\n I'm like aye this nigga got it\n I'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\n Brick city, staten island\n\n Yo meth, this weed i got bruh, i swear on my momma\n I can see the future; the hood say i got kushstradamus\n I' m at court in marijuanna pajamas\n The judge said you smoke bud, i'm like yeah ya honor\n I got the plug so my homey got it on the low\n Cause i'm lookin at your o's nigga like what are thoooose\n I gotta party in la, if i run outta bud i need more like rudy ray nigga\n\n Pardon my french, i'm so international\n This is doc & meth je' fume' sacre' blue\n They skunk on me, mon ami pep le pew\n Call your mephew if thats how i interact with you\n This is vets only, more energized no rest for me\n No positive without negative, more or less homey\n The best bud on the west on me, no stress on me\n Protect your neck cause me & brodee got next homey\n\n I'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\n I'm like aye this nigga got it\n I'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\n Now everybody say dadadadada\n I'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\n I'm like aye this nigga got it\n I'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\n Brick city, staten island\n"},{"id":37613989,"name":"Lalala","trackName":"Lalala","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Lalala (DJ Premier Remix)","duration":198.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Now everyone welcome me back like i'm carter\nIts 90's ugly and i am in the mirror like shabba\nAmericas most blunted, cheech & chong say im don dodda\nA bounty hunter for the sour, imma hit your hood\nI'm in pocket is how i get around\nI'm on my toes like a midget on his toes in a urinal\nWhoever your connect boy betta tellem\nI'm lookin for the killer, i'm tryin to catch a felon\n\nI'm lookin for whose selling\nMary cookin my cerebellum\nI pen and tell em my art is war machiavelli\nBy day 7 see what you smelling is me in hailing\nYou see that 7, thats 7 seas call me magellan\nOr call a reverend, mac eleven will split your melon\nIf that get'em my honey doin a split second\nAmericas most put us both in the smoke section\nWith no sticks & no seeds and no exceptions\n\nI'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\nI'm like aye this nigga got it\nI'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\nNow everybody say dadadadada\nI'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\nI'm like aye this nigga got it\nI'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\nBrick city, staten island... lets go\n\nAye, blunt brothers you got the herb, the blunt covered\nYou came to beef with a butter knife that don't cut it\nJust cold busted, wild style when i cold crush it\nThe gilla house gotta gilla monster, i'm cold blooded\nYou already i run with reggie, i don't puff it\nWe like dinero & joe pesci but low budget\nBunch of buzz killers, bugs bunnies ask him how he do it\nAnd we nike to it, i just do it\n\nAye yo meth, i got that grand daddy and i'm listening to bob marley\nI tear the roof off the porch like its house party\nI got the new edition, that green hommy is a killer\nRalph, ricky, mike, bobby, ronnie & johnny\nNiggas say that got gas, but its all gas\nThey talking like a podcast nigga haul ass\nI never share and i don t pass the clip\nCause that shit on his lip... got some shit on his lip\n\nI'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\nI'm like aye this nigga got it\nI'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\nNow everybody say dadadadada\nI'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\nI'm like aye this nigga got it\nI'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\nBrick city, staten island\n\nYo meth, this weed i got bruh, i swear on my momma\nI can see the future; the hood say i got kushstradamus\nI' m at court in marijuanna pajamas\nThe judge said you smoke bud, i'm like yeah ya honor\nI got the plug so my homey got it on the low\nCause i'm lookin at your o's nigga like what are thoooose\nI gotta party in la, if i run outta bud i need more like rudy ray nigga\n\nPardon my french, i'm so international\nThis is doc & meth je' fume' sacre' blue\nThey skunk on me, mon ami pep le pew\nCall your mephew if thats how i interact with you\nThis is vets only, more energized no rest for me\nNo positive without negative, more or less homey\nThe best bud on the west on me, no stress on me\nProtect your neck cause me & brodee got next homey\n\nI'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\nI'm like aye this nigga got it\nI'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\nNow everybody say dadadadada\nI'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\nI'm like aye this nigga got it\nI'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\nBrick city, staten island","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Lalala\n artist: Redman\n album: Lalala (DJ Premier Remix)\n duration_ms: 198000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Now everyone welcome me back like i'm carter\n Its 90's ugly and i am in the mirror like shabba\n Americas most blunted, cheech & chong say im don dodda\n A bounty hunter for the sour, imma hit your hood\n I'm in pocket is how i get around\n I'm on my toes like a midget on his toes in a urinal\n Whoever your connect boy betta tellem\n I'm lookin for the killer, i'm 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johnny\nNiggas say that got gas, but its all gas\nThey talking like a podcast nigga haul ass\nI never share and i don t pass the clip\nCause that shit on his lip... got some shit on his lip\n\nI'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\nI'm like aye this nigga got it\nI'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\nNow everybody say dadadadada\nI'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\nI'm like aye this nigga got it\nI'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\nBrick city, staten island\n\nYo meth, this weed i got bruh, i swear on my momma\nI can see the future; the hood say i got kushstradamus\nI' m at court in marijuanna pajamas\nThe judge said you smoke bud, i'm like yeah ya honor\nI got the plug so my homey got it on the low\nCause i'm lookin at your o's nigga like what are thoooose\nI gotta party in la, if i run outta bud i need more like rudy ray nigga\n\nPardon my french, i'm so international\nThis is doc & meth je' fume' sacre' blue\nThey skunk on me, mon ami pep le pew\nCall your mephew if thats how i interact with you\nThis is vets only, more energized no rest for me\nNo positive without negative, more or less homey\nThe best bud on the west on me, no stress on me\nProtect your neck cause me & brodee got next homey\n\nI'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\nI'm like aye this nigga got it\nI'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\nNow everybody say dadadadada\nI'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\nI'm like aye this nigga got it\nI'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\nBrick city, staten island","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Lalala\n artist: Redman\n album: Muddy Waters Too\n duration_ms: 198870\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Now everyone welcome me back like i'm carter\n Its 90's ugly and i am in the mirror like shabba\n Americas most blunted, cheech & chong say im don dodda\n A bounty hunter for the sour, imma hit your hood\n I'm in pocket is how i get around\n I'm on my toes like a midget on his toes in a urinal\n Whoever your connect boy betta tellem\n I'm lookin for the killer, i'm tryin to catch a felon\n\n I'm lookin for whose selling\n Mary cookin my cerebellum\n I pen and tell em my art is war machiavelli\n By day 7 see what you smelling is me in hailing\n You see that 7, thats 7 seas call me magellan\n Or call a reverend, mac eleven will split your melon\n If that get'em my honey doin a split second\n Americas most put us both in the smoke section\n With no sticks & no seeds and no exceptions\n\n I'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\n I'm like aye this nigga got it\n I'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\n Now everybody say dadadadada\n I'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\n I'm like aye this nigga got it\n I'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\n Brick city, staten island... lets go\n\n Aye, blunt brothers you got the herb, the blunt covered\n You came to beef with a butter knife that don't cut it\n Just cold busted, wild style when i cold crush it\n The gilla house gotta gilla monster, i'm cold blooded\n You already i run with reggie, i don't puff it\n We like dinero & joe pesci but low budget\n Bunch of buzz killers, bugs bunnies ask him how he do it\n And we nike to it, i just do it\n\n Aye yo meth, i got that grand daddy and i'm listening to bob marley\n I tear the roof off the porch like its house party\n I got the new edition, that green hommy is a killer\n Ralph, ricky, mike, bobby, ronnie & johnny\n Niggas say that got gas, but its all gas\n They talking like a podcast nigga haul ass\n I never share and i don t pass the clip\n Cause that shit on his lip... got some shit on his lip\n\n I'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\n I'm like aye this nigga got it\n I'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\n Now everybody say dadadadada\n I'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\n I'm like aye this nigga got it\n I'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\n Brick city, staten island\n\n Yo meth, this weed i got bruh, i swear on my momma\n I can see the future; the hood say i got kushstradamus\n I' m at court in marijuanna pajamas\n The judge said you smoke bud, i'm like yeah ya honor\n I got the plug so my homey got it on the low\n Cause i'm lookin at your o's nigga like what are thoooose\n I gotta party in la, if i run outta bud i need more like rudy ray nigga\n\n Pardon my french, i'm so international\n This is doc & meth je' fume' sacre' blue\n They skunk on me, mon ami pep le pew\n Call your mephew if thats how i interact with you\n This is vets only, more energized no rest for me\n No positive without negative, more or less homey\n The best bud on the west on me, no stress on me\n Protect your neck cause me & brodee got next homey\n\n I'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\n I'm like aye this nigga got it\n I'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\n Now everybody say dadadadada\n I'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\n I'm like aye this nigga got it\n I'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\n Brick city, staten island\n"},{"id":16449406,"name":"Lalala","trackName":"Lalala","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Muddy Waters Too","duration":199.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Now everyone welcome me back like i'm carter\nIts 90's ugly and i am in the mirror like shabba\nAmericas most blunted, cheech & chong say im don dodda\nA bounty hunter for the sour, imma hit your hood\nI'm in pocket is how i get around\nI'm on my toes like a midget on his toes in a urinal\nWhoever your connect boy betta tellem\nI'm lookin for the killer, i'm tryin to catch a felon\n\nI'm lookin for whose selling\nMary cookin my cerebellum\nI pen and tell em my art is war machiavelli\nBy day 7 see what you smelling is me in hailing\nYou see that 7, thats 7 seas call me magellan\nOr call a reverend, mac eleven will split your melon\nIf that get'em my honey doin a split second\nAmericas most put us both in the smoke section\nWith no sticks & no seeds and no exceptions\n\nI'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\nI'm like aye this nigga got it\nI'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\nNow everybody say dadadadada\nI'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\nI'm like aye this nigga got it\nI'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\nBrick city, staten island... lets go\n\nAye, blunt brothers you got the herb, the blunt covered\nYou came to beef with a butter knife that don't cut it\nJust cold busted, wild style when i cold crush it\nThe gilla house gotta gilla monster, i'm cold blooded\nYou already i run with reggie, i don't puff it\nWe like dinero & joe pesci but low budget\nBunch of buzz killers, bugs bunnies ask him how he do it\nAnd we nike to it, i just do it\n\nAye yo meth, i got that grand daddy and i'm listening to bob marley\nI tear the roof off the porch like its house party\nI got the new edition, that green hommy is a killer\nRalph, ricky, mike, bobby, ronnie & johnny\nNiggas say that got gas, but its all gas\nThey talking like a podcast nigga haul ass\nI never share and i don t pass the clip\nCause that shit on his lip... got some shit on his lip\n\nI'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\nI'm like aye this nigga got it\nI'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\nNow everybody say dadadadada\nI'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\nI'm like aye this nigga got it\nI'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\nBrick city, staten island\n\nYo meth, this weed i got bruh, i swear on my momma\nI can see the future; the hood say i got kushstradamus\nI' m at court in marijuanna pajamas\nThe judge said you smoke bud, i'm like yeah ya honor\nI got the plug so my homey got it on the low\nCause i'm lookin at your o's nigga like what are thoooose\nI gotta party in la, if i run outta bud i need more like rudy ray nigga\n\nPardon my french, i'm so international\nThis is doc & meth je' fume' sacre' blue\nThey skunk on me, mon ami pep le pew\nCall your mephew if thats how i interact with you\nThis is vets only, more energized no rest for me\nNo positive without negative, more or less homey\nThe best bud on the west on me, no stress on me\nProtect your neck cause me & brodee got next homey\n\nI'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\nI'm like aye this nigga got it\nI'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\nNow everybody say dadadadada\nI'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\nI'm like aye this nigga got it\nI'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\nBrick city, staten island","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Lalala\n artist: Redman\n album: Muddy Waters Too\n duration_ms: 199000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Now everyone welcome me back like i'm carter\n Its 90's ugly and i am in the mirror like shabba\n Americas most blunted, cheech & chong say im don dodda\n A bounty hunter for the sour, imma hit your hood\n I'm in pocket is how i get around\n I'm on my toes like a midget on his toes in a urinal\n Whoever your connect boy betta tellem\n I'm lookin for the killer, i'm tryin to catch a felon\n\n I'm lookin for whose selling\n Mary cookin my cerebellum\n I pen and tell em my art is war machiavelli\n By day 7 see what you smelling is me in hailing\n You see that 7, thats 7 seas call me magellan\n Or call a reverend, mac eleven will split your melon\n If that get'em my honey doin a split second\n Americas most put us both in the smoke section\n With no sticks & no seeds and no exceptions\n\n I'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\n I'm like aye this nigga got it\n I'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\n Now everybody say dadadadada\n I'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\n I'm like aye this nigga got it\n I'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\n Brick city, staten island... lets go\n\n Aye, blunt brothers you got the herb, the blunt covered\n You came to beef with a butter knife that don't cut it\n Just cold busted, wild style when i cold crush it\n The gilla house gotta gilla monster, i'm cold blooded\n You already i run with reggie, i don't puff it\n We like dinero & joe pesci but low budget\n Bunch of buzz killers, bugs bunnies ask him how he do it\n And we nike to it, i just do it\n\n Aye yo meth, i got that grand daddy and i'm listening to bob marley\n I tear the roof off the porch like its house party\n I got the new edition, that green hommy is a killer\n Ralph, ricky, mike, bobby, ronnie & johnny\n Niggas say that got gas, but its all gas\n They talking like a podcast nigga haul ass\n I never share and i don t pass the clip\n Cause that shit on his lip... got some shit on his lip\n\n I'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\n I'm like aye this nigga got it\n I'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\n Now everybody say dadadadada\n I'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\n I'm like aye this nigga got it\n I'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\n Brick city, staten island\n\n Yo meth, this weed i got bruh, i swear on my momma\n I can see the future; the hood say i got kushstradamus\n I' m at court in 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island\n"},{"id":16474627,"name":"Lalala","trackName":"Lalala","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Muddy Waters Too","duration":198.8424719,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Now everyone welcome me back like i'm carter\nIts 90's ugly and i am in the mirror like shabba\nAmericas most blunted, cheech & chong say im don dodda\nA bounty hunter for the sour, imma hit your hood\nI'm in pocket is how i get around\nI'm on my toes like a midget on his toes in a urinal\nWhoever your connect boy betta tellem\nI'm lookin for the killer, i'm tryin to catch a felon\n\nI'm lookin for whose selling\nMary cookin my cerebellum\nI pen and tell em my art is war machiavelli\nBy day 7 see what you smelling is me in hailing\nYou see that 7, thats 7 seas call me magellan\nOr call a reverend, mac eleven will split your melon\nIf that get'em my honey doin a split second\nAmericas most put us both in the smoke section\nWith no sticks & no seeds and no exceptions\n\nI'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\nI'm like aye this nigga got it\nI'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\nNow everybody say dadadadada\nI'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\nI'm like aye this nigga got it\nI'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\nBrick city, staten island... lets go\n\nAye, blunt brothers you got the herb, the blunt covered\nYou came to beef with a butter knife that don't cut it\nJust cold busted, wild style when i cold crush it\nThe gilla house gotta gilla monster, i'm cold blooded\nYou already i run with reggie, i don't puff it\nWe like dinero & joe pesci but low budget\nBunch of buzz killers, bugs bunnies ask him how he do it\nAnd we nike to it, i just do it\n\nAye yo meth, i got that grand daddy and i'm listening to bob marley\nI tear the roof off the porch like its house party\nI got the new edition, that green hommy is a killer\nRalph, ricky, mike, bobby, ronnie & johnny\nNiggas say that got gas, but its all gas\nThey talking like a podcast nigga haul ass\nI never share and i don t pass the clip\nCause that shit on his lip... got some shit on his lip\n\nI'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\nI'm like aye this nigga got it\nI'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\nNow everybody say dadadadada\nI'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\nI'm like aye this nigga got it\nI'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\nBrick city, staten island\n\nYo meth, this weed i got bruh, i swear on my momma\nI can see the future; the hood say i got kushstradamus\nI' m at court in marijuanna pajamas\nThe judge said you smoke bud, i'm like yeah ya honor\nI got the plug so my homey got it on the low\nCause i'm lookin at your o's nigga like what are thoooose\nI gotta party in la, if i run outta bud i need more like rudy ray nigga\n\nPardon my french, i'm so international\nThis is doc & meth je' fume' sacre' blue\nThey skunk on me, mon ami pep le pew\nCall your mephew if thats how i interact with you\nThis is vets only, more energized no rest for me\nNo positive without negative, more or less homey\nThe best bud on the west on me, no stress on me\nProtect your neck cause me & brodee got next homey\n\nI'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\nI'm like aye this nigga got it\nI'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\nNow everybody say dadadadada\nI'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\nI'm like aye this nigga got it\nI'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\nBrick city, staten island","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Lalala\n artist: Redman\n album: Muddy Waters Too\n duration_ms: 198842\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Now everyone welcome me back like i'm carter\n Its 90's ugly and i am in the mirror like shabba\n Americas most blunted, cheech & chong say im don dodda\n A bounty hunter for the sour, imma hit your hood\n I'm in pocket is how i get around\n I'm on my toes like a midget on his toes in a urinal\n Whoever your connect boy betta tellem\n I'm lookin for the killer, i'm tryin to catch a felon\n\n I'm lookin for whose selling\n Mary cookin my cerebellum\n I pen and tell em my art is war machiavelli\n By day 7 see what you smelling is me in hailing\n You see that 7, thats 7 seas call me magellan\n Or call a reverend, mac eleven will split your melon\n If that get'em my honey doin a split second\n Americas most put us both in the smoke section\n With no sticks & no seeds and no exceptions\n\n I'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\n I'm like aye this nigga got it\n I'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\n Now everybody say dadadadada\n I'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\n I'm like aye this nigga got it\n I'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\n Brick city, staten island... lets go\n\n Aye, blunt brothers you got the herb, the blunt covered\n You came to beef with a butter knife that don't cut it\n Just cold busted, wild style when i cold crush it\n The gilla house gotta gilla monster, i'm cold blooded\n You already i run with reggie, i don't puff it\n We 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me\nProtect your neck cause me & brodee got next homey\n\nI'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\nI'm like aye this nigga got it\nI'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\nNow everybody say dadadadada\nI'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\nI'm like aye this nigga got it\nI'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\nBrick city, staten island","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.74] Now everyone welcome me back like i'm carter\n[00:08.69] Its 90's ugly and i am in the mirror like shabba\n[00:11.35] Americas most blunted, cheech & chong say im don dodda\n[00:14.37] A bounty hunter for the sour, imma hit your hood\n[00:17.51] I'm in pocket is how i get around\n[00:19.28] I'm on my toes like a midget on his toes in a urinal\n[00:22.17] Whoever your connect boy betta tellem\n[00:24.50] I'm lookin for the killer, i'm tryin to catch a felon\n[00:27.62] I'm lookin for whose selling\n[00:28.71] Mary cookin my cerebellum\n[00:30.03] I pen and tell em my art is war machiavelli\n[00:32.20] By day 7 see what you smelling is me in hailing\n[00:35.57] You see that 7, thats 7 seas call me magellan\n[00:38.02] Or call a reverend, mac eleven will split your melon\n[00:41.04] If that get'em my honey doin a split second\n[00:43.65] Americas most put us both in the smoke section\n[00:46.40] With no sticks & no seeds and no exceptions\n[00:48.82] I'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\n[00:51.75] I'm like aye this nigga got it\n[00:54.41] I'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\n[00:56.94] Now everybody say dadadadada\n[00:59.62] I'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\n[01:02.57] I'm like aye this nigga got it\n[01:04.92] I'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\n[01:07.94] Brick city, staten island... lets go\n[01:10.32] Aye, blunt brothers you got the herb, the blunt covered\n[01:13.14] You came to beef with a butter knife that don't cut it\n[01:15.91] Just cold busted, wild style when i cold crush it\n[01:18.65] The gilla house gotta gilla monster, i'm cold blooded\n[01:21.39] You already i run with reggie, i don't puff it\n[01:24.00] We like dinero & joe pesci but low budget\n[01:26.88] Bunch of buzz killers, bugs bunnies ask him how he do it\n[01:29.39] And we nike to it, i just do it\n[01:31.76] Aye yo meth, i got that grand daddy and i'm listening to bob marley\n[01:34.65] I tear the roof off the porch like its house party\n[01:37.40] I got the new edition, that green hommy is a killer\n[01:40.14] Ralph, ricky, mike, bobby, ronnie & johnny\n[01:42.72] Niggas say that got gas, but its all gas\n[01:45.59] They talking like a podcast nigga haul ass\n[01:48.36] I never share and i don t pass the clip\n[01:50.82] Cause that shit on his lip... got some shit on his lip\n[01:53.63] I'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\n[01:56.34] I'm like aye this nigga got it\n[01:58.79] I'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\n[02:01.44] Now everybody say dadadadada\n[02:04.38] I'm like yeah, you know i roll that lalala\n[02:07.05] I'm like aye this nigga got it\n[02:09.84] I'm like yeah, then we smoke that lalala\n[02:12.39] Brick city, staten island\n[02:14.90] Yo meth, this weed i got bruh, i swear on my momma\n[02:17.65] I can see the future; the hood say i got kushstradamus\n[02:20.15] I' m at court in marijuanna pajamas\n[02:22.91] The judge said you smoke bud, i'm like yeah ya honor\n[02:25.63] I got the plug so my homey got it on the low\n[02:28.56] Cause i'm lookin at your o's nigga like what are thoooose\n[02:31.46] I gotta party in la, if i run outta bud i need more like rudy ray nigga\n[02:36.46] Pardon my french, i'm so international\n[02:39.01] This is doc & meth je' fume' sacre' blue\n[02:41.66] They skunk on me, mon ami pep le pew\n[02:44.40] Call your mephew if thats how i interact with you\n[02:47.10] This is vets only, more energized no rest for me\n[02:50.16] No positive without negative, more or less homey\n[02:53.08] The best bud on the west on me, no stress on me\n[02:55.78] Protect your neck cause me & brodee got next 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honor\n start_ms: 144580\n end_ms: 145550\n- text: I got the plug, so my homie got it on the low\n start_ms: 145550\n end_ms: 148440\n- text: '''Cause I''m looking at your O''s, nigga like, what are those?'\n start_ms: 148440\n end_ms: 151900\n- text: I got a party in LA, if I run out of blood\n start_ms: 151900\n end_ms: 154450\n- text: I need more like Rudy Ray, nigga\n start_ms: 154450\n end_ms: 156610\n- text: Oh, in my French, I'm so international\n start_ms: 156610\n end_ms: 158900\n- text: This is Doc and Mets, Jim Fouman, Sacré-Bleu\n start_ms: 158900\n end_ms: 161660\n- text: The skunk on me, mon ami Pepe Le Pew\n start_ms: 161660\n end_ms: 164130\n- text: Call your nephew if that's how I give me effort, you\n start_ms: 164130\n end_ms: 167120\n- text: This is Vex, homie, more energized, no rest for me\n start_ms: 167120\n end_ms: 169940\n- text: No positive without negative, more or less, homie\n start_ms: 169940\n end_ms: 172790\n- text: The best bud in the West, homie, no 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I'm Don Dada\n A bounty hunter for the sour armor\n Hit your hood, I'm in pocket how I get around\n I'm on my toes like a midget in a urine aisle\n Whoever your connect, boy, better tell him\n I'm looking for the killer, I'm tryna catch a felon\n\n I'm looking for who's selling, Mary cooking my share of vellum\n I pin and tell him my artist wore Machiavellian\n By day seven see what they're smelling\n It's me and Helen\n You see that seven on seven C's\n Call me with jelly\n\n Go call a reverend, Mac 11 and split your melon\n If that don't get him a honeydew in a split second\n America's most put us both in the spoke section\n With no sticks and no seeds and no exceptions\n\n I'm like yeah you know I roll that\n I'm like hey this nigga, got it\n I'm like yeah and then we smoke that\n Now everybody say da-da-da-da-da-da\n I'm like, yeah, you know I roll out\n I'm like, hey, this nigga got it, yo\n Yeah, and then we smoke that\n Brook City, Staten Island\n\n Hey, punk brothers, you got the herb, the blood cuff it\n You came to beef with a butter knife, then don't cut it\n Just co-bust it, wild style when I co-crush it\n The Giller house got a Giller lost, I'm cold-blooded\n You all ready, I run with Reggie, I don't puff it\n We like De Niro and Joe Pesci, but low budget\n Bunch of buzzkillers, buzzbusters, they askin' how you do it\n Ain't no Nike to it, I just does it\n\n Granddaddy and I'm listenin' to Bob Marley\n I tear the roof off the Porsche like it's house party\n I got the new edition that green homie, it's a killer\n Ralph Ricky, Mike Bobby, Ronnie and Johnny\n Niggas say they got gas but it's all gas\n They talking like a podcast, nigga haul ass\n I never share and I don't pass the clip\n 'Cause that shit on his lip, got some shit on his lip\n\n And I'm like, yeah, you know I roll that\n I'm like, this nigga got it\n I'm like, yeah, and then we smoke that\n Now everybody say that\n I'm like, yeah, you know I roll out\n I'm like, this nigga got it, yo\n Yeah, and then we smoked that\n Brook City, Staten Island\n\n Hey yo, look, this weed I got, bruh\n I swear on my mama I can see the future\n The hood said I got crystal diamonds\n I'm at court in marijuana pajamas\n The judge said, you smoke pot?\n I'm like, yeah, your honor\n I got the plug, so my homie got it on the low\n 'Cause I'm looking at your O's, nigga like, what are those?\n I got a party in LA, if I run out of blood\n I need more like Rudy Ray, nigga\n\n Oh, in my French, I'm so international\n This is Doc and Mets, Jim Fouman, Sacré-Bleu\n The skunk on me, mon ami Pepe Le Pew\n Call your nephew if that's how I give me effort, you\n This is Vex, homie, more energized, no rest for me\n No positive without negative, more or less, homie\n The best bud in the West, homie, no stress, homie\n Protect your neck, cause me and Brody got neck, homie\n\n I'm like, yeah, you know I roll out\n I'm like, this nigga got it, yo\n I'm like, yeah, and then we smoke that\n Now everybody say, da-da-da-da-da\n I'm like, yeah, you know I roll that\n I'm like, this nigga got it, yo\n I'm like, yeah, and then we smoke that\n Brook City, Staten Island\n"}]