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motherfuckers on them Benetton billboards\nHe's bleeding get the gauze\nHe shoulda knew Def Squad crew is who I kill for\nPush the clip in, slide the top back\nMake sure it's off safety, in case he wanna counteract\nShit like that get me vexed\nSo I crack your ass like corn while your bitch crack my Beck's\nRock da spot\nYo\nAiyyo, catch this picture, of me in the mixture\nSo you won't forget the black Jack the Ripper\nSorceror offin y'all with techniques\nA universal lingo, with the odd speaks\nControl more blacks than Harlem week, freak\nSmokin that leak at full peak\nPeace to Greg Street, and underground radio technique\nCollege radio, know I mack shit like Maceo\nYeah, the East coast West coast dick giver\nI oughta be an alkie, the way I hit liver\nDeliver, the milk to your door\nReal raw shit you never seen before\nSo when you come inside, and do the front\nWatch the double-pump shotgun and please don't run\nRelax your minds, let your conscience be free\nAnd get money, and G's and 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one, a breaker two)\n[00:54.50] Cause trouble to your family and friends\n[00:56.34] Let me cut the bullshit, just hand me yo ends\n[00:58.88] Got caught out there cause you were Mack without 10\n[01:01.53] Punch you in your chin, the rucker, bringer, live from Hell\n[01:05.37] But stay cooler than a double L\n[01:06.96] Turn a felony to a misdemeanor\n[01:09.29] Now the court subpeonaed me to get my act cleaner\n[01:11.98] Fuck that, still walk out holdin my strap, blunt, grabbing my weiner\n[01:16.57] Rock da spot\n[01:35.68] Yo\n[01:36.34] Now first of all I go for broke, check the third quarter note\n[01:39.87] I make you feel like your water broke\n[01:41.84] Can't tell whether male or female\n[01:43.89] I fucked up your frame well, the monogram can't tell\n[01:46.95] All aboard my balls, cause my dick\n[01:49.26] Don't got a lot of room for the rest of y'all\n[01:51.72] Grab on my pubics, let my music take flight\n[01:54.50] Rock indo and out-do, dick run in and out 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techniques\n[03:01.37] A universal lingo, with the odd speaks\n[03:03.97] Control more blacks than Harlem week, freak\n[03:06.38] Smokin that leak at full peak\n[03:08.67] Peace to Greg Street, and underground radio technique\n[03:11.79] College radio, know I mack shit like Maceo\n[03:14.72] Yeah, the East coast West coast dick giver\n[03:17.67] I oughta be an alkie, the way I hit liver\n[03:20.41] Deliver, the milk to your door\n[03:22.19] Real raw shit you never seen before\n[03:24.56] So when you come inside, and do the front\n[03:27.14] Watch the double-pump shotgun and please don't run\n[03:29.86] Relax your minds, let your conscience be free\n[03:32.37] And get money, and G's and roll these trees\n[03:36.14] Rock da spot\n[03:53.25] Yo\n[04:02.55] This is DJ SAYWHAT on this motherfucker\n[04:06.11] Coming to you live from WFDS radio from da Brick City","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rock Da Spot\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Muddy Waters\n  duration_ms: 251000\n  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So when you come inside, and do the front\n  Watch the double-pump shotgun and please don't run\n  Relax your minds, let your conscience be free\n  And get money, and G's and roll these trees\n  Rock da spot\n  Yo\n  This is DJ SAYWHAT on this motherfucker\n  Coming to you live from WFDS radio from da Brick City\n"},{"id":37500536,"name":"Rock Da Spot","trackName":"Rock Da Spot","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Bob Spotify - 2,799 Hip Hop Songs","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm the bomb, ringing off all types alarms\nMy palms, be swift with the pen like Lynn Swann's\nAggravated assault, against an MC\nBeat him down with the mic and all types of pedigrees\nIt's mad real in Da Bricks, plus I roll thick\nYou can quote this, I'm the Moby Dick of dopeness\nBitch, walk the walk if you talk the talk\nI DK New Jerz, and DK-New York\nI don't push a lot of vehicles, but I push a used one\nWith a tape deck, if it's feasible\nTell the truth, I don't 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yo\nBitch, about nine inch up the clit\nCan you feel me comin, yeah I usually make em shit\nI shines MC's up for auction\nSo I can sell em on Saturday, Keith put the bat away\nLet's lay in the cut, so we can break his whole anatomy down\nAnd turn into an ass-kicking holiday\nWord, I rolls with the Funklord\nWith more flavors than them motherfuckers on them Benetton billboards\nHe's bleeding get the gauze\nHe shoulda knew Def Squad crew is who I kill for\nPush the clip in, slide the top back\nMake sure it's off safety, in case he wanna counteract\nShit like that get me vexed\nSo I crack your ass like corn while your bitch crack my Beck's\nRock da spot\nYo\nAiyyo, catch this picture, of me in the mixture\nSo you won't forget the black Jack the Ripper\nSorceror offin y'all with techniques\nA universal lingo, with the odd speaks\nControl more blacks than Harlem week, freak\nSmokin that leak at full peak\nPeace to Greg Street, and underground radio technique\nCollege radio, know I mack shit 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Aiyyo, aiyyo check this out man\nHah, aiyyo hah-hah\nAiyyo aiyyo, hah-hah\nNahnah, aiyyo, aiyyo\nDamn\n\nI'm the bomb, ringin off all types alarms\nMy palms, be swift with the pen like Lynn Swann's\nAggravated assault, against an MC\nBeat him down with the mic and all types of pedigrees\nIt's mad real in Da Bricks, plus I roll thick\nYou can quote this, I'm the Moby Dick of dopeness\nBitch, walk the walk if you talk the talk\nI DK New Jerz, and DK-New York\nI don't push a lot of vehicles, but I push a used one\n\nWith a tape deck, if it's feasible\nTell the truth, I don't own a Lex Coupe\nBut I get you souped when I rock respect due\nI'sa nice nigga that wanna get diced\nSlice the mic device like the body of Christ twice\nE Double if you feel me hit me once\n(A breaker one, a breaker two)\nCause trouble to you family and friends\nLet me cut the bullshit, just hand me yo ends\n\nGot caught out there cause you a Mack without 10\nPunch you in your chin\nThe rucker, bringer, live from Hell, but stay\nCooler than a double L\nTurn a felony to a misdemeanor\nNow the court subpeonaed me to get my act cleaner\nFuck that, still walk out holdin my strap\nBlunt, grabbin my weiner\n\nNow first of all I go for broke\nCheck the third quarter note, I make you feel like your water broke\nCan't tell whether male or female\nI fucked up your frame well, the monogram can't tell\nAll aboard my balls, cause my dick don't got a lot of room\nFor the rest of y'all\nGrab on my pubics, let my music take flight\nRock indo and out-do, dick run in and out yo'\nBitch, about nine inch up the clit\n\nCan you feel me comin, yeah I usually make em shit\nI shines MC's up for auction\nSo I can sell em on Saturday, Keith put the bat away\nLet's lay in the cut, so we can break his whole anatomy down\nAnd turn into an ass-kicking holiday\nWord, I rolls with the Funklord\nWith more flavors than them motherfuckers on\nThem Benetton billboards\nHe's bleeding get the gauze\n\nHe shoulda knew Def Squad crew is who I kill for\nPush the clip in, slide the top back\nMake sure it's off safety, in case he wanna counteract\nShit like that get me vexed\nSo I crack your ass like corn while your bitch crack my Beck's\n\nHah-hah\nOne deuce! 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(r-r-r-rock da spot), yo, yo, yo, yo, yo\n[01:29.07] (R-r-r-rock da spot), yo, yo, yo, yo, yo\n[01:31.77] (When I'm on the scene, I always rock da spot) (r-r-r-rock da spot), yo, yo, yo, yo, yo\n[01:34.13] (R-r-r-rock da spot), yo, yo, yo, yo, yo\n[01:36.52] Now first of all I go for broke\n[01:38.76] Check the third quarter note\n[01:40.44] I make you feel like your water broke\n[01:42.18] Can't tell whether male or female\n[01:44.26] I fucked up your frame well, the monogram can't tell\n[01:47.69] All aboard my balls, 'cause my dick don't got a lot of room\n[01:50.93] For the rest of y'all\n[01:52.28] Grab on my pubics, let my music take flight\n[01:54.93] Rock indo and out-do, dick run in and out yo'\n[01:57.68] Bitch, about nine inch up the clit\n[02:00.06] Can you feel me comin', yeah, I usually make 'em shit\n[02:02.84] I shines MC's up for auction\n[02:04.87] So I can sell 'em on Saturday, Keith put the bat away\n[02:07.88] Let's lay in the cut so we can break his whole anatomy down\n[02:11.15] And turn into an ass-kicking holiday\n[02:13.26] Word, I rolls with the Funklord\n[02:15.46] With more flavors than them motherfuckers on them Benetton billboards\n[02:19.16] He's bleeding get the gauze\n[02:20.77] He shoulda knew Def Squad crew is who I kill for\n[02:23.63] Push the clip in, slide the top back\n[02:25.90] Make sure it's off safety, in case he wanna counteract\n[02:28.94] Shit like that get me vexed (uh)\n[02:30.55] So I crack your ass like corn while your bitch crack my Beck's\n[02:33.75] (When I'm on the scene, I always rock da spot) (r-r-r-rock da spot), yo, yo, yo, yo, yo\n[02:36.39] (R-r-r-rock da spot), yo, yo, yo, yo, yo\n[02:39.03] (When I'm on the scene, I always rock da spot) (r-r-r-rock da spot), yo, yo, yo, yo, yo (hah-hah)\n[02:41.52] (R-r-r-rock da spot), yo, yo, yo, yo, yo (one deuce)\n[02:44.04] (When I'm on the scene, I always rock da spot) (r-r-r-rock da spot), yo, yo, yo, yo, yo (one deuce)\n[02:46.70] (R-r-r-rock da spot), yo, yo, yo, yo, yo\n[02:49.28] (When I'm on the scene, I always rock da spot) (r-r-r-rock da spot), yo, yo, yo, yo, yo\n[02:51.77] (R-r-r-rock da spot), yo, yo, yo, yo, yo\n[02:53.93] Ayo, catch this picture of me in the mixture\n[02:57.03] So you won't forget the black Jack the Ripper\n[02:59.52] Sorcerer offin' y'all with techniques\n[03:01.81] A universal lingo with the odd speaks\n[03:04.59] Control more blacks than Harlem week, freak\n[03:07.21] Smokin' that leak at full peak\n[03:09.24] Peace to Greg Street, and underground radio technique\n[03:12.27] College radio, no, I mack shit like Maceo\n[03:15.46] Yeah, the East coast West coast dick giver\n[03:18.02] I oughta be an alkie, the way I hit liver\n[03:20.82] Deliver, the milk to your door, real raw\n[03:23.28] Shit you never seen before\n[03:25.09] So when you come inside, and do the front\n[03:27.60] Watch the double-pump shotgun, and please don't run\n[03:30.44] Relax your minds, let your conscience be free\n[03:32.86] And get money, and G's and roll these trees\n[03:35.47] (When I'm on the scene, I always rock da spot) (r-r-r-rock da spot), yo, yo, yo, yo, yo\n[03:38.10] (R-r-r-rock da spot), yo, yo, yo, yo, yo\n[03:40.62] (When I'm on the scene, I always rock da spot) (r-r-r-rock da spot), yo, yo, yo, yo, yo\n[03:42.79] (R-r-r-rock da spot), yo, yo, yo, yo, yo\n[03:45.99] (When I'm on the scene, I always rock da spot) (r-r-r-rock da spot), yo, yo, yo, yo, yo\n[03:47.87] (R-r-r-rock da spot), yo, yo, yo, yo, yo\n[03:51.04] (When I'm on the scene, I always rock da spot) (r-r-r-rock da spot), yo, yo, yo, yo, yo\n[03:52.93] (R-r-r-rock da spot), yo, yo, yo, yo, yo\n[03:56.55] (R-r-r-rock da spot)\n[03:58.68] (R-r-r-rock da-, r-r-r-rock da spot)\n[04:01.76] (R-r-r-rock da spot)\n[04:02.69] This is DJ Say Whaat on this motherfucker\n[04:06.59] Comin' to you live from WFDS radio from Da Brick City\n[04:09.94] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rock Da Spot (Prod. 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turn into an ass-kicking holiday\n\n  Word, I rolls with the Funklord\n  With more flavors than them motherfuckers on them Benetton billboards\n  He's bleeding get the gauze\n  He shoulda knew Def Squad crew is who I kill for\n  Push the clip in, slide the top back\n  Make sure it's off safety, in case he wanna counteract\n  Shit like that get me vexed (uh)\n  So I crack your ass like corn while your bitch crack my Beck's\n\n  (When I'm on the scene, I always rock da spot) (r-r-r-rock da spot), yo, yo, yo, yo, yo\n  (R-r-r-rock da spot), yo, yo, yo, yo, yo\n  (When I'm on the scene, I always rock da spot) (r-r-r-rock da spot), yo, yo, yo, yo, yo (hah-hah)\n  (R-r-r-rock da spot), yo, yo, yo, yo, yo (one deuce)\n  (When I'm on the scene, I always rock da spot) (r-r-r-rock da spot), yo, yo, yo, yo, yo (one deuce)\n  (R-r-r-rock da spot), yo, yo, yo, yo, yo\n  (When I'm on the scene, I always rock da spot) (r-r-r-rock da spot), yo, yo, yo, yo, yo\n  (R-r-r-rock da spot), yo, yo, yo, yo, yo\n\n  Ayo, catch this picture of me in the mixture\n  So you won't forget the black Jack the Ripper\n  Sorcerer offin' y'all with techniques\n  A universal lingo with the odd speaks\n  Control more blacks than Harlem week, freak\n  Smokin' that leak at full peak\n  Peace to Greg Street, and underground radio technique\n  College radio, no, I mack shit like Maceo\n\n  Yeah, the East coast West coast dick giver\n  I oughta be an alkie, the way I hit liver\n  Deliver, the milk to your door, real raw\n  Shit you never seen before\n  So when you come inside, and do the front\n  Watch the double-pump shotgun, and please don't run\n  Relax your minds, let your conscience be free\n  And get money, and G's and roll these trees\n\n  (When I'm on the scene, I always rock da spot) (r-r-r-rock da spot), yo, yo, yo, yo, yo\n  (R-r-r-rock da spot), yo, yo, yo, yo, yo\n  (When I'm on the scene, I always rock da spot) (r-r-r-rock da spot), yo, yo, yo, yo, yo\n  (R-r-r-rock da spot), yo, yo, yo, yo, yo\n  (When I'm on the scene, I always rock da spot) (r-r-r-rock da spot), yo, yo, yo, yo, yo\n  (R-r-r-rock da spot), yo, yo, yo, yo, yo\n  (When I'm on the scene, I always rock da spot) (r-r-r-rock da spot), yo, yo, yo, yo, yo\n  (R-r-r-rock da spot), yo, yo, yo, yo, yo\n\n  (R-r-r-rock da spot)\n  (R-r-r-rock da-, r-r-r-rock da spot)\n  (R-r-r-rock da spot)\n  This is DJ Say Whaat on this motherfucker\n  Comin' to you live from WFDS radio from Da Brick City\n"}]