[{"id":11943888,"name":"So Ruff","trackName":"So Ruff","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Redman Whut? Thee Album","duration":225.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ah Redman, do you feel that the blacks in your community\nAre still mad at the racial situation? Yeah they still mad\nAnd if you don't take that funny smirk off your face\nI'ma kick your over three hundred ghetto-related crimes happened\nIn New York, New Jersey alone still the saga continues\n\nStick 'em up, stick 'em up, I got the jammie to your vest punk\nDon't make a move, before I choose to make your guts run\nAll over the block, 'cause my stomach's in a knot\nAnd it growls twenty-four hours a day around the tick-tock\n\nI got roaches and vats of the rats carryin' bats and gats\nSo I 'fore I snack jack\nBecause I'm not down with water from the hydrant\nMy moms takin' a bath and my brother's next arrivin'\n\nI gotta think of a plan so I can eat\nI haven't had a cracker for weeks so my mouth leaks\nI squat up, 'cause I'ma set up this kid, carryin' loot out\nFrom burger king and what I'ma do is\n\nRun up on him, snatch the bag of money, then bust the dummy\n'Cause my man when I think of a plan there's no shorts take\n'Cause I pack jammies inside of my nordface, coat\nHad the black brother on scope\nNo joke's what I am 'cause the man's a pure pro\n\nYo my man you got a light?\nYeah, give me the effin' money too G, yo stop stop stop\n\nTook the money then I dipped with the quickness\nThe plan went well so I got down to the business\nOpened up the bag it was filled with paper\nI thought I freaked the funk but now starts the caper\n\n'Cause I was set up, now I have to go head up with the cops\nWhat they carryin'? Black glocks, shit's thick\nWhat's the next move? My life's on the line\nBullets in their clips and none in mine\n\nSirens on, once again it's on\nI fell and then the black glocks went pow\nI got snuffed and I got bust\nNow the only thing I'm sniffin' is dust, because it's\n\nIt's so ruff, 'cause it's so ruff\n'Cause it's so ruff, it's so ruff\n\nMe and Erick Sermon takin' a trip uptown\nIn the boat run a blast and my tape pumpin' ganja\nSince Erick got props\nI step to this hottie with more damn body than a chop shop\n\nFlexed the jewels then she chose to talk to me\nIt was no doubt that baby cakes was hawkin' me\nSo I kicked it, upped the digits, terrific\nNot knowin she was scopin' me 'cause I was mad splifted\n\nLater on that week honeydip freaked the funk\nPlayin' Redman and Erick out like two chumps\nCallin' him weekdays, callin' me weeknights\nWho had her weekends? Whichever man would freak right\n\nThings got cozy one night like dynamite\nWe stripped to bare backs and took care of the bare facts\nNo hats went funkadelic\nTook a splash, you know how that go fellas\n\nTwo months later, see you later alligator\nShe was pissed and, I ended up seein' my position\nShe took a blood test, she took a head check\nLooked at me thinkin', why the hell he isn't dead yet?\n\nThen I asked her, \"Why you lookin' at me?\"\nShe said, \"Redman because you have the HIV\"\nCalled Erick and his set, that girl, don't mess around\nToo late, 'cause Erick already had his drawers down 'cause it's\n\nIt's so ruff, it's so ruff\n'Cause it's so ruff, 'cause it's so ruff\n\nTo all my brothers wear your hats wear your hats\nYou can either get with this or you can either catch the claps\nAnd to my sisters, make 'em wear they prophyllastic\n'Cause it's drastic, havin' another ghetto bastard\n\nThink I'm buyin' for a piece of butt? Honey you must be nuts\nYou better settle for a wet kiss so pucker up\n'Cause you end up messin' around catchin' the heebie jeebies\nLookin' like who done it? Witcha face up on the TV\n\nSo next time you want sex, get wreck, but protect\n'Cause you could be like sexin' to your last death\nAnd if you still don't know the time, press rewind\n'Cause the next thing you might hear is a flatline","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.99] Ah Redman, do you feel that the blacks in your community\n[00:02.76] Are still mad at the racial situation? Yeah they still mad\n[00:07.22] And if you don't take that funny smirk off your face\n[00:09.93] I'ma kick your over three hundred ghetto-related crimes happened\n[00:16.25] In New York, New Jersey alone still the saga continues\n[00:18.00] Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, I got the jammie to your vest punk\n[00:20.71] Don't make a move, before I choose to make your guts run\n[00:23.44] All over the block, 'cause my stomach's in a knot\n[00:25.20] And it growls twenty-four hours a day around the tick-tock\n[00:28.04] I got roaches and vats of the rats carryin' bats and gats\n[00:31.62] So I 'fore I snack jack\n[00:33.47] Because I'm not down with water from the hydrant\n[00:35.21] My moms takin' a bath and my brother's next arrivin'\n[00:37.93] I gotta think of a plan so I can eat\n[00:39.72] I haven't had a cracker for weeks so my mouth leaks\n[00:42.43] I squat up, 'cause I'ma set up this kid, carryin' loot out\n[00:46.01] From burger king and what I'ma do is\n[00:46.94] Run up on him, snatch the bag of money, then bust the dummy\n[00:51.58] 'Cause my man when I think of a plan there's no shorts take\n[00:54.20] 'Cause I pack jammies inside of my nordface, coat\n[00:56.98] Had the black brother on scope\n[00:58.78] No joke's what I am 'cause the man's a pure pro\n[01:01.45] Yo my man you got a light?\n[01:04.14] Yeah, give me the effin' money too G, yo stop stop stop\n[01:06.89] Took the money then I dipped with the quickness\n[01:08.74] The plan went well so I got down to the business\n[01:11.41] Opened up the bag it was filled with paper\n[01:13.30] I thought I freaked the funk but now starts the caper\n[01:15.95] 'Cause I was set up, now I have to go head up with the cops\n[01:18.62] What they carryin'? Black glocks, shit's thick\n[01:21.32] What's the next move? My life's on the line\n[01:23.14] Bullets in their clips and none in mine\n[01:25.88] Sirens on, once again it's on\n[01:27.64] I fell and then the black glocks went pow\n[01:30.38] I got snuffed and I got bust\n[01:32.14] Now the only thing I'm sniffin' is dust, because it's\n[01:35.74] It's so ruff, 'cause it's so ruff\n[01:45.79] 'Cause it's so ruff, it's so ruff\n[01:54.19] Me and Erick Sermon takin' a trip uptown\n[01:56.85] In the boat run a blast and my tape pumpin' ganja\n[01:59.54] Since Erick got props\n[02:01.31] I step to this hottie with more damn body than a chop shop\n[02:04.03] Flexed the jewels then she chose to talk to me\n[02:06.76] It was no doubt that baby cakes was hawkin' me\n[02:09.46] So I kicked it, upped the digits, terrific\n[02:11.25] Not knowin she was scopin' me 'cause I was mad splifted\n[02:13.91] Later on that week honeydip freaked the funk\n[02:16.66] Playin' Redman and Erick out like two chumps\n[02:18.50] Callin' him weekdays, callin' me weeknights\n[02:21.29] Who had her weekends? Whichever man would freak right\n[02:23.96] Things got cozy one night like dynamite\n[02:25.78] We stripped to bare backs and took care of the bare facts\n[02:28.47] No hats went funkadelic\n[02:30.22] Took a splash, you know how that go fellas\n[02:32.92] Two months later, see you later alligator\n[02:34.77] She was pissed and, I ended up seein' my position\n[02:37.56] She took a blood test, she took a head check\n[02:40.24] Looked at me thinkin', why the hell he isn't dead yet?\n[02:42.96] Then I asked her, \"Why you lookin' at me?\"\n[02:44.71] She said, \"Redman because you have the HIV\"\n[02:47.46] Called Erick and his set, that girl, don't mess around\n[02:50.18] Too late, 'cause Erick already had his drawers down 'cause it's\n[02:52.86] It's so ruff, it's so ruff\n[03:04.65] 'Cause it's so ruff, 'cause it's so ruff\n[03:11.83] To all my brothers wear your hats wear your hats\n[03:13.64] You can either get with this or you can either catch the claps\n[03:16.30] And to my sisters, make 'em wear they prophyllastic\n[03:19.08] 'Cause it's drastic, havin' another ghetto bastard\n[03:20.84] Think I'm buyin' for a piece of butt? Honey you must be nuts\n[03:23.59] You better settle for a wet kiss so pucker up\n[03:26.33] 'Cause you end up messin' around catchin' the heebie jeebies\n[03:28.18] Lookin' like who done it? Witcha face up on the TV\n[03:30.81] So next time you want sex, get wreck, but protect\n[03:33.56] 'Cause you could be like sexin' to your last death\n[03:35.35] And if you still don't know the time, press rewind\n[03:38.06] 'Cause the next thing you might hear is a flatline\n[03:42.22] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: So Ruff\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Redman Whut? Thee Album\n  duration_ms: 225000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ah Redman, do you feel that the blacks in your community\n  start_ms: 990\n  end_ms: 2760\n- text: Are still mad at the racial situation? 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Yeah they still mad\n  And if you don't take that funny smirk off your face\n  I'ma kick your over three hundred ghetto-related crimes happened\n  In New York, New Jersey alone still the saga continues\n\n  Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, I got the jammie to your vest punk\n  Don't make a move, before I choose to make your guts run\n  All over the block, 'cause my stomach's in a knot\n  And it growls twenty-four hours a day around the tick-tock\n\n  I got roaches and vats of the rats carryin' bats and gats\n  So I 'fore I snack jack\n  Because I'm not down with water from the hydrant\n  My moms takin' a bath and my brother's next arrivin'\n\n  I gotta think of a plan so I can eat\n  I haven't had a cracker for weeks so my mouth leaks\n  I squat up, 'cause I'ma set up this kid, carryin' loot out\n  From burger king and what I'ma do is\n\n  Run up on him, snatch the bag of money, then bust the dummy\n  'Cause my man when I think of a plan there's no shorts take\n  'Cause I pack jammies inside of my nordface, coat\n  Had the black brother on scope\n  No joke's what I am 'cause the man's a pure pro\n\n  Yo my man you got a light?\n  Yeah, give me the effin' money too G, yo stop stop stop\n\n  Took the money then I dipped with the quickness\n  The plan went well so I got down to the business\n  Opened up the bag it was filled with paper\n  I thought I freaked the funk but now starts the caper\n\n  'Cause I was set up, now I have to go head up with the cops\n  What they carryin'? Black glocks, shit's thick\n  What's the next move? My life's on the line\n  Bullets in their clips and none in mine\n\n  Sirens on, once again it's on\n  I fell and then the black glocks went pow\n  I got snuffed and I got bust\n  Now the only thing I'm sniffin' is dust, because it's\n\n  It's so ruff, 'cause it's so ruff\n  'Cause it's so ruff, it's so ruff\n\n  Me and Erick Sermon takin' a trip uptown\n  In the boat run a blast and my tape pumpin' ganja\n  Since Erick got props\n  I step to this hottie with more damn body than a chop shop\n\n  Flexed the jewels then she chose to talk to me\n  It was no doubt that baby cakes was hawkin' me\n  So I kicked it, upped the digits, terrific\n  Not knowin she was scopin' me 'cause I was mad splifted\n\n  Later on that week honeydip freaked the funk\n  Playin' Redman and Erick out like two chumps\n  Callin' him weekdays, callin' me weeknights\n  Who had her weekends? Whichever man would freak right\n\n  Things got cozy one night like dynamite\n  We stripped to bare backs and took care of the bare facts\n  No hats went funkadelic\n  Took a splash, you know how that go fellas\n\n  Two months later, see you later alligator\n  She was pissed and, I ended up seein' my position\n  She took a blood test, she took a head check\n  Looked at me thinkin', why the hell he isn't dead yet?\n\n  Then I asked her, \"Why you lookin' at me?\"\n  She said, \"Redman because you have the HIV\"\n  Called Erick and his set, that girl, don't mess around\n  Too late, 'cause Erick already had his drawers down 'cause it's\n\n  It's so ruff, it's so ruff\n  'Cause it's so ruff, 'cause it's so ruff\n\n  To all my brothers wear your hats wear your hats\n  You can either get with this or you can either catch the claps\n  And to my sisters, make 'em wear they prophyllastic\n  'Cause it's drastic, havin' another ghetto bastard\n\n  Think I'm buyin' for a piece of butt? Honey you must be nuts\n  You better settle for a wet kiss so pucker up\n  'Cause you end up messin' around catchin' the heebie jeebies\n  Lookin' like who done it? Witcha face up on the TV\n\n  So next time you want sex, get wreck, but protect\n  'Cause you could be like sexin' to your last death\n  And if you still don't know the time, press rewind\n  'Cause the next thing you might hear is a flatline\n"},{"id":1307562,"name":"So Ruff","trackName":"So Ruff","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Whut? Thee Album","duration":225.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ah Redman, do you feel that the blacks in your community\nAre still mad at the racial situation? Yeah they still mad\nAnd if you don't take that funny smirk off your face\nI'ma kick your over three hundred ghetto-related crimes happened\nIn New York, New Jersey alone still the saga continues\n\nStick 'em up, stick 'em up, I got the jammie to your vest punk\nDon't make a move, before I choose to make your guts run\nAll over the block, 'cause my stomach's in a knot\nAnd it growls twenty-four hours a day around the tick-tock\n\nI got roaches and vats of the rats carryin' bats and gats\nSo I 'fore I snack jack\nBecause I'm not down with water from the hydrant\nMy moms takin' a bath and my brother's next arrivin'\n\nI gotta think of a plan so I can eat\nI haven't had a cracker for weeks so my mouth leaks\nI squat up, 'cause I'ma set up this kid, carryin' loot out\nFrom burger king and what I'ma do is\n\nRun up on him, snatch the bag of money, then bust the dummy\n'Cause my man when I think of a plan there's no shorts take\n'Cause I pack jammies inside of my nordface, coat\nHad the black brother on scope\nNo joke's what I am 'cause the man's a pure pro\n\nYo my man you got a light?\nYeah, give me the effin' money too G, yo stop stop stop\n\nTook the money then I dipped with the quickness\nThe plan went well so I got down to the business\nOpened up the bag it was filled with paper\nI thought I freaked the funk but now starts the caper\n\n'Cause I was set up, now I have to go head up with the cops\nWhat they carryin'? Black glocks, shit's thick\nWhat's the next move? My life's on the line\nBullets in their clips and none in mine\n\nSirens on, once again it's on\nI fell and then the black glocks went pow\nI got snuffed and I got bust\nNow the only thing I'm sniffin' is dust, because it's\n\nIt's so ruff, 'cause it's so ruff\n'Cause it's so ruff, it's so ruff\n\nMe and Erick Sermon takin' a trip uptown\nIn the boat run a blast and my tape pumpin' ganja\nSince Erick got props\nI step to this hottie with more damn body than a chop shop\n\nFlexed the jewels then she chose to talk to me\nIt was no doubt that baby cakes was hawkin' me\nSo I kicked it, upped the digits, terrific\nNot knowin she was scopin' me 'cause I was mad splifted\n\nLater on that week honeydip freaked the funk\nPlayin' Redman and Erick out like two chumps\nCallin' him weekdays, callin' me weeknights\nWho had her weekends? Whichever man would freak right\n\nThings got cozy one night like dynamite\nWe stripped to bare backs and took care of the bare facts\nNo hats went funkadelic\nTook a splash, you know how that go fellas\n\nTwo months later, see you later alligator\nShe was pissed and, I ended up seein' my position\nShe took a blood test, she took a head check\nLooked at me thinkin', why the hell he isn't dead yet?\n\nThen I asked her, \"Why you lookin' at me?\"\nShe said, \"Redman because you have the HIV\"\nCalled Erick and his set, that girl, don't mess around\nToo late, 'cause Erick already had his drawers down 'cause it's\n\nIt's so ruff, it's so ruff\n'Cause it's so ruff, 'cause it's so ruff\n\nTo all my brothers wear your hats wear your hats\nYou can either get with this or you can either catch the claps\nAnd to my sisters, make 'em wear they prophyllastic\n'Cause it's drastic, havin' another ghetto bastard\n\nThink I'm buyin' for a piece of butt? Honey you must be nuts\nYou better settle for a wet kiss so pucker up\n'Cause you end up messin' around catchin' the heebie jeebies\nLookin' like who done it? Witcha face up on the TV\n\nSo next time you want sex, get wreck, but protect\n'Cause you could be like sexin' to your last death\nAnd if you still don't know the time, press rewind\n'Cause the next thing you might hear is a flatline","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.99] Ah Redman, do you feel that the blacks in your community\n[00:02.76] Are still mad at the racial situation? Yeah they still mad\n[00:07.22] And if you don't take that funny smirk off your face\n[00:09.93] I'ma kick your over three hundred ghetto-related crimes happened\n[00:16.25] In New York, New Jersey alone still the saga continues\n[00:18.00] Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, I got the jammie to your vest punk\n[00:20.71] Don't make a move, before I choose to make your guts run\n[00:23.44] All over the block, 'cause my stomach's in a knot\n[00:25.20] And it growls twenty-four hours a day around the tick-tock\n[00:28.04] I got roaches and vats of the rats carryin' bats and gats\n[00:31.62] So I 'fore I snack jack\n[00:33.47] Because I'm not down with water from the hydrant\n[00:35.21] My moms takin' a bath and my brother's next arrivin'\n[00:37.93] I gotta think of a plan so I can eat\n[00:39.72] I haven't had a cracker for weeks so my mouth leaks\n[00:42.43] I squat up, 'cause I'ma set up this kid, carryin' loot out\n[00:46.01] From burger king and what I'ma do is\n[00:46.94] Run up on him, snatch the bag of money, then bust the dummy\n[00:51.58] 'Cause my man when I think of a plan there's no shorts take\n[00:54.20] 'Cause I pack jammies inside of my nordface, coat\n[00:56.98] Had the black brother on scope\n[00:58.78] No joke's what I am 'cause the man's a pure pro\n[01:01.45] Yo my man you got a light?\n[01:04.14] Yeah, give me the effin' money too G, yo stop stop stop\n[01:06.89] Took the money then I dipped with the quickness\n[01:08.74] The plan went well so I got down to the business\n[01:11.41] Opened up the bag it was filled with paper\n[01:13.30] I thought I freaked the funk but now starts the caper\n[01:15.95] 'Cause I was set up, now I have to go head up with the cops\n[01:18.62] What they carryin'? Black glocks, shit's thick\n[01:21.32] What's the next move? My life's on the line\n[01:23.14] Bullets in their clips and none in mine\n[01:25.88] Sirens on, once again it's on\n[01:27.64] I fell and then the black glocks went pow\n[01:30.38] I got snuffed and I got bust\n[01:32.14] Now the only thing I'm sniffin' is dust, because it's\n[01:35.74] It's so ruff, 'cause it's so ruff\n[01:45.79] 'Cause it's so ruff, it's so ruff\n[01:54.19] Me and Erick Sermon takin' a trip uptown\n[01:56.85] In the boat run a blast and my tape pumpin' ganja\n[01:59.54] Since Erick got props\n[02:01.31] I step to this hottie with more damn body than a chop shop\n[02:04.03] Flexed the jewels then she chose to talk to me\n[02:06.76] It was no doubt that baby cakes was hawkin' me\n[02:09.46] So I kicked it, upped the digits, terrific\n[02:11.25] Not knowin she was scopin' me 'cause I was mad splifted\n[02:13.91] Later on that week honeydip freaked the funk\n[02:16.66] Playin' Redman and Erick out like two chumps\n[02:18.50] Callin' him weekdays, callin' me weeknights\n[02:21.29] Who had her weekends? Whichever man would freak right\n[02:23.96] Things got cozy one night like dynamite\n[02:25.78] We stripped to bare backs and took care of the bare facts\n[02:28.47] No hats went funkadelic\n[02:30.22] Took a splash, you know how that go fellas\n[02:32.92] Two months later, see you later alligator\n[02:34.77] She was pissed and, I ended up seein' my position\n[02:37.56] She took a blood test, she took a head check\n[02:40.24] Looked at me thinkin', why the hell he isn't dead yet?\n[02:42.96] Then I asked her, \"Why you lookin' at me?\"\n[02:44.71] She said, \"Redman because you have the HIV\"\n[02:47.46] Called Erick and his set, that girl, don't mess around\n[02:50.18] Too late, 'cause Erick already had his drawers down 'cause it's\n[02:52.86] It's so ruff, it's so ruff\n[03:04.65] 'Cause it's so ruff, 'cause it's so ruff\n[03:11.83] To all my brothers wear your hats wear your hats\n[03:13.64] You can either get with this or you can either catch the claps\n[03:16.30] And to my sisters, make 'em wear they prophyllastic\n[03:19.08] 'Cause it's drastic, havin' another ghetto bastard\n[03:20.84] Think I'm buyin' for a piece of butt? Honey you must be nuts\n[03:23.59] You better settle for a wet kiss so pucker up\n[03:26.33] 'Cause you end up messin' around catchin' the heebie jeebies\n[03:28.18] Lookin' like who done it? Witcha face up on the TV\n[03:30.81] So next time you want sex, get wreck, but protect\n[03:33.56] 'Cause you could be like sexin' to your last death\n[03:35.35] And if you still don't know the time, press rewind\n[03:38.06] 'Cause the next thing you might hear is a flatline\n[03:42.22] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: So Ruff\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Whut? Thee Album\n  duration_ms: 225000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ah Redman, do you feel that the blacks in your community\n  start_ms: 990\n  end_ms: 2760\n- text: Are still mad at the racial situation? 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Yeah they still mad\n  And if you don't take that funny smirk off your face\n  I'ma kick your over three hundred ghetto-related crimes happened\n  In New York, New Jersey alone still the saga continues\n\n  Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, I got the jammie to your vest punk\n  Don't make a move, before I choose to make your guts run\n  All over the block, 'cause my stomach's in a knot\n  And it growls twenty-four hours a day around the tick-tock\n\n  I got roaches and vats of the rats carryin' bats and gats\n  So I 'fore I snack jack\n  Because I'm not down with water from the hydrant\n  My moms takin' a bath and my brother's next arrivin'\n\n  I gotta think of a plan so I can eat\n  I haven't had a cracker for weeks so my mouth leaks\n  I squat up, 'cause I'ma set up this kid, carryin' loot out\n  From burger king and what I'ma do is\n\n  Run up on him, snatch the bag of money, then bust the dummy\n  'Cause my man when I think of a plan there's no shorts take\n  'Cause I pack jammies inside of my nordface, coat\n  Had the black brother on scope\n  No joke's what I am 'cause the man's a pure pro\n\n  Yo my man you got a light?\n  Yeah, give me the effin' money too G, yo stop stop stop\n\n  Took the money then I dipped with the quickness\n  The plan went well so I got down to the business\n  Opened up the bag it was filled with paper\n  I thought I freaked the funk but now starts the caper\n\n  'Cause I was set up, now I have to go head up with the cops\n  What they carryin'? Black glocks, shit's thick\n  What's the next move? My life's on the line\n  Bullets in their clips and none in mine\n\n  Sirens on, once again it's on\n  I fell and then the black glocks went pow\n  I got snuffed and I got bust\n  Now the only thing I'm sniffin' is dust, because it's\n\n  It's so ruff, 'cause it's so ruff\n  'Cause it's so ruff, it's so ruff\n\n  Me and Erick Sermon takin' a trip uptown\n  In the boat run a blast and my tape pumpin' ganja\n  Since Erick got props\n  I step to this hottie with more damn body than a chop shop\n\n  Flexed the jewels then she chose to talk to me\n  It was no doubt that baby cakes was hawkin' me\n  So I kicked it, upped the digits, terrific\n  Not knowin she was scopin' me 'cause I was mad splifted\n\n  Later on that week honeydip freaked the funk\n  Playin' Redman and Erick out like two chumps\n  Callin' him weekdays, callin' me weeknights\n  Who had her weekends? Whichever man would freak right\n\n  Things got cozy one night like dynamite\n  We stripped to bare backs and took care of the bare facts\n  No hats went funkadelic\n  Took a splash, you know how that go fellas\n\n  Two months later, see you later alligator\n  She was pissed and, I ended up seein' my position\n  She took a blood test, she took a head check\n  Looked at me thinkin', why the hell he isn't dead yet?\n\n  Then I asked her, \"Why you lookin' at me?\"\n  She said, \"Redman because you have the HIV\"\n  Called Erick and his set, that girl, don't mess around\n  Too late, 'cause Erick already had his drawers down 'cause it's\n\n  It's so ruff, it's so ruff\n  'Cause it's so ruff, 'cause it's so ruff\n\n  To all my brothers wear your hats wear your hats\n  You can either get with this or you can either catch the claps\n  And to my sisters, make 'em wear they prophyllastic\n  'Cause it's drastic, havin' another ghetto bastard\n\n  Think I'm buyin' for a piece of butt? Honey you must be nuts\n  You better settle for a wet kiss so pucker up\n  'Cause you end up messin' around catchin' the heebie jeebies\n  Lookin' like who done it? Witcha face up on the TV\n\n  So next time you want sex, get wreck, but protect\n  'Cause you could be like sexin' to your last death\n  And if you still don't know the time, press rewind\n  'Cause the next thing you might hear is a flatline\n"},{"id":618041,"name":"So Ruff","trackName":"So Ruff","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Whut? The Album","duration":225.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ah Redman, do you feel that the blacks in your community\nAre still mad at the racial situation? Yeah they still mad\nAnd if you don't take that funny smirk off your face\nI'ma kick your over three hundred ghetto-related crimes happened\nIn New York, New Jersey alone still the saga continues\n\nStick 'em up, stick 'em up, I got the jammie to your vest punk\nDon't make a move, before I choose to make your guts run\nAll over the block, 'cause my stomach's in a knot\nAnd it growls twenty-four hours a day around the tick-tock\n\nI got roaches and vats of the rats carryin' bats and gats\nSo I 'fore I snack jack\nBecause I'm not down with water from the hydrant\nMy moms takin' a bath and my brother's next arrivin'\n\nI gotta think of a plan so I can eat\nI haven't had a cracker for weeks so my mouth leaks\nI squat up, 'cause I'ma set up this kid, carryin' loot out\nFrom burger king and what I'ma do is\n\nRun up on him, snatch the bag of money, then bust the dummy\n'Cause my man when I think of a plan there's no shorts take\n'Cause I pack jammies inside of my nordface, coat\nHad the black brother on scope\nNo joke's what I am 'cause the man's a pure pro\n\nYo my man you got a light?\nYeah, give me the effin' money too G, yo stop stop stop\n\nTook the money then I dipped with the quickness\nThe plan went well so I got down to the business\nOpened up the bag it was filled with paper\nI thought I freaked the funk but now starts the caper\n\n'Cause I was set up, now I have to go head up with the cops\nWhat they carryin'? Black glocks, shit's thick\nWhat's the next move? My life's on the line\nBullets in their clips and none in mine\n\nSirens on, once again it's on\nI fell and then the black glocks went pow\nI got snuffed and I got bust\nNow the only thing I'm sniffin' is dust, because it's\n\nIt's so ruff, 'cause it's so ruff\n'Cause it's so ruff, it's so ruff\n\nMe and Erick Sermon takin' a trip uptown\nIn the boat run a blast and my tape pumpin' ganja\nSince Erick got props\nI step to this hottie with more damn body than a chop shop\n\nFlexed the jewels then she chose to talk to me\nIt was no doubt that baby cakes was hawkin' me\nSo I kicked it, upped the digits, terrific\nNot knowin she was scopin' me 'cause I was mad splifted\n\nLater on that week honeydip freaked the funk\nPlayin' Redman and Erick out like two chumps\nCallin' him weekdays, callin' me weeknights\nWho had her weekends? Whichever man would freak right\n\nThings got cozy one night like dynamite\nWe stripped to bare backs and took care of the bare facts\nNo hats went funkadelic\nTook a splash, you know how that go fellas\n\nTwo months later, see you later alligator\nShe was pissed and, I ended up seein' my position\nShe took a blood test, she took a head check\nLooked at me thinkin', why the hell he isn't dead yet?\n\nThen I asked her, \"Why you lookin' at me?\"\nShe said, \"Redman because you have the HIV\"\nCalled Erick and his set, that girl, don't mess around\nToo late, 'cause Erick already had his drawers down 'cause it's\n\nIt's so ruff, it's so ruff\n'Cause it's so ruff, 'cause it's so ruff\n\nTo all my brothers wear your hats wear your hats\nYou can either get with this or you can either catch the claps\nAnd to my sisters, make 'em wear they prophyllastic\n'Cause it's drastic, havin' another ghetto bastard\n\nThink I'm buyin' for a piece of butt? Honey you must be nuts\nYou better settle for a wet kiss so pucker up\n'Cause you end up messin' around catchin' the heebie jeebies\nLookin' like who done it? Witcha face up on the TV\n\nSo next time you want sex, get wreck, but protect\n'Cause you could be like sexin' to your last death\nAnd if you still don't know the time, press rewind\n'Cause the next thing you might hear is a flatline","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.99] Ah Redman, do you feel that the blacks in your community\n[00:02.76] Are still mad at the racial situation? Yeah they still mad\n[00:07.22] And if you don't take that funny smirk off your face\n[00:09.93] I'ma kick your over three hundred ghetto-related crimes happened\n[00:16.25] In New York, New Jersey alone still the saga continues\n[00:18.00] Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, I got the jammie to your vest punk\n[00:20.71] Don't make a move, before I choose to make your guts run\n[00:23.44] All over the block, 'cause my stomach's in a knot\n[00:25.20] And it growls twenty-four hours a day around the tick-tock\n[00:28.04] I got roaches and vats of the rats carryin' bats and gats\n[00:31.62] So I 'fore I snack jack\n[00:33.47] Because I'm not down with water from the hydrant\n[00:35.21] My moms takin' a bath and my brother's next arrivin'\n[00:37.93] I gotta think of a plan so I can eat\n[00:39.72] I haven't had a cracker for weeks so my mouth leaks\n[00:42.43] I squat up, 'cause I'ma set up this kid, carryin' loot out\n[00:46.01] From burger king and what I'ma do is\n[00:46.94] Run up on him, snatch the bag of money, then bust the dummy\n[00:51.58] 'Cause my man when I think of a plan there's no shorts take\n[00:54.20] 'Cause I pack jammies inside of my nordface, coat\n[00:56.98] Had the black brother on scope\n[00:58.78] No joke's what I am 'cause the man's a pure pro\n[01:01.45] Yo my man you got a light?\n[01:04.14] Yeah, give me the effin' money too G, yo stop stop stop\n[01:06.89] Took the money then I dipped with the quickness\n[01:08.74] The plan went well so I got down to the business\n[01:11.41] Opened up the bag it was filled with paper\n[01:13.30] I thought I freaked the funk but now starts the caper\n[01:15.95] 'Cause I was set up, now I have to go head up with the cops\n[01:18.62] What they carryin'? Black glocks, shit's thick\n[01:21.32] What's the next move? My life's on the line\n[01:23.14] Bullets in their clips and none in mine\n[01:25.88] Sirens on, once again it's on\n[01:27.64] I fell and then the black glocks went pow\n[01:30.38] I got snuffed and I got bust\n[01:32.14] Now the only thing I'm sniffin' is dust, because it's\n[01:35.74] It's so ruff, 'cause it's so ruff\n[01:45.79] 'Cause it's so ruff, it's so ruff\n[01:54.19] Me and Erick Sermon takin' a trip uptown\n[01:56.85] In the boat run a blast and my tape pumpin' ganja\n[01:59.54] Since Erick got props\n[02:01.31] I step to this hottie with more damn body than a chop shop\n[02:04.03] Flexed the jewels then she chose to talk to me\n[02:06.76] It was no doubt that baby cakes was hawkin' me\n[02:09.46] So I kicked it, upped the digits, terrific\n[02:11.25] Not knowin she was scopin' me 'cause I was mad splifted\n[02:13.91] Later on that week honeydip freaked the funk\n[02:16.66] Playin' Redman and Erick out like two chumps\n[02:18.50] Callin' him weekdays, callin' me weeknights\n[02:21.29] Who had her weekends? Whichever man would freak right\n[02:23.96] Things got cozy one night like dynamite\n[02:25.78] We stripped to bare backs and took care of the bare facts\n[02:28.47] No hats went funkadelic\n[02:30.22] Took a splash, you know how that go fellas\n[02:32.92] Two months later, see you later alligator\n[02:34.77] She was pissed and, I ended up seein' my position\n[02:37.56] She took a blood test, she took a head check\n[02:40.24] Looked at me thinkin', why the hell he isn't dead yet?\n[02:42.96] Then I asked her, \"Why you lookin' at me?\"\n[02:44.71] She said, \"Redman because you have the HIV\"\n[02:47.46] Called Erick and his set, that girl, don't mess around\n[02:50.18] Too late, 'cause Erick already had his drawers down 'cause it's\n[02:52.86] It's so ruff, it's so ruff\n[03:04.65] 'Cause it's so ruff, 'cause it's so ruff\n[03:11.83] To all my brothers wear your hats wear your hats\n[03:13.64] You can either get with this or you can either catch the claps\n[03:16.30] And to my sisters, make 'em wear they prophyllastic\n[03:19.08] 'Cause it's drastic, havin' another ghetto bastard\n[03:20.84] Think I'm buyin' for a piece of butt? Honey you must be nuts\n[03:23.59] You better settle for a wet kiss so pucker up\n[03:26.33] 'Cause you end up messin' around catchin' the heebie jeebies\n[03:28.18] Lookin' like who done it? Witcha face up on the TV\n[03:30.81] So next time you want sex, get wreck, but protect\n[03:33.56] 'Cause you could be like sexin' to your last death\n[03:35.35] And if you still don't know the time, press rewind\n[03:38.06] 'Cause the next thing you might hear is a flatline\n[03:42.22] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: So Ruff\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Whut? The Album\n  duration_ms: 225000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ah Redman, do you feel that the blacks in your community\n  start_ms: 990\n  end_ms: 2760\n- text: Are still mad at the racial situation? 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Yeah they still mad\n  And if you don't take that funny smirk off your face\n  I'ma kick your over three hundred ghetto-related crimes happened\n  In New York, New Jersey alone still the saga continues\n\n  Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, I got the jammie to your vest punk\n  Don't make a move, before I choose to make your guts run\n  All over the block, 'cause my stomach's in a knot\n  And it growls twenty-four hours a day around the tick-tock\n\n  I got roaches and vats of the rats carryin' bats and gats\n  So I 'fore I snack jack\n  Because I'm not down with water from the hydrant\n  My moms takin' a bath and my brother's next arrivin'\n\n  I gotta think of a plan so I can eat\n  I haven't had a cracker for weeks so my mouth leaks\n  I squat up, 'cause I'ma set up this kid, carryin' loot out\n  From burger king and what I'ma do is\n\n  Run up on him, snatch the bag of money, then bust the dummy\n  'Cause my man when I think of a plan there's no shorts take\n  'Cause I pack jammies inside of my nordface, coat\n  Had the black brother on scope\n  No joke's what I am 'cause the man's a pure pro\n\n  Yo my man you got a light?\n  Yeah, give me the effin' money too G, yo stop stop stop\n\n  Took the money then I dipped with the quickness\n  The plan went well so I got down to the business\n  Opened up the bag it was filled with paper\n  I thought I freaked the funk but now starts the caper\n\n  'Cause I was set up, now I have to go head up with the cops\n  What they carryin'? Black glocks, shit's thick\n  What's the next move? My life's on the line\n  Bullets in their clips and none in mine\n\n  Sirens on, once again it's on\n  I fell and then the black glocks went pow\n  I got snuffed and I got bust\n  Now the only thing I'm sniffin' is dust, because it's\n\n  It's so ruff, 'cause it's so ruff\n  'Cause it's so ruff, it's so ruff\n\n  Me and Erick Sermon takin' a trip uptown\n  In the boat run a blast and my tape pumpin' ganja\n  Since Erick got props\n  I step to this hottie with more damn body than a chop shop\n\n  Flexed the jewels then she chose to talk to me\n  It was no doubt that baby cakes was hawkin' me\n  So I kicked it, upped the digits, terrific\n  Not knowin she was scopin' me 'cause I was mad splifted\n\n  Later on that week honeydip freaked the funk\n  Playin' Redman and Erick out like two chumps\n  Callin' him weekdays, callin' me weeknights\n  Who had her weekends? Whichever man would freak right\n\n  Things got cozy one night like dynamite\n  We stripped to bare backs and took care of the bare facts\n  No hats went funkadelic\n  Took a splash, you know how that go fellas\n\n  Two months later, see you later alligator\n  She was pissed and, I ended up seein' my position\n  She took a blood test, she took a head check\n  Looked at me thinkin', why the hell he isn't dead yet?\n\n  Then I asked her, \"Why you lookin' at me?\"\n  She said, \"Redman because you have the HIV\"\n  Called Erick and his set, that girl, don't mess around\n  Too late, 'cause Erick already had his drawers down 'cause it's\n\n  It's so ruff, it's so ruff\n  'Cause it's so ruff, 'cause it's so ruff\n\n  To all my brothers wear your hats wear your hats\n  You can either get with this or you can either catch the claps\n  And to my sisters, make 'em wear they prophyllastic\n  'Cause it's drastic, havin' another ghetto bastard\n\n  Think I'm buyin' for a piece of butt? Honey you must be nuts\n  You better settle for a wet kiss so pucker up\n  'Cause you end up messin' around catchin' the heebie jeebies\n  Lookin' like who done it? Witcha face up on the TV\n\n  So next time you want sex, get wreck, but protect\n  'Cause you could be like sexin' to your last death\n  And if you still don't know the time, press rewind\n  'Cause the next thing you might hear is a flatline\n"},{"id":618042,"name":"So Ruff","trackName":"So Ruff","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Whut? Thee Album (Remastered)","duration":225.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ah Redman, do you feel that the blacks in your community\nAre still mad at the racial situation? Yeah they still mad\nAnd if you don't take that funny smirk off your face\nI'ma kick your over three hundred ghetto-related crimes happened\nIn New York, New Jersey alone still the saga continues\n\nStick 'em up, stick 'em up, I got the jammie to your vest punk\nDon't make a move, before I choose to make your guts run\nAll over the block, 'cause my stomach's in a knot\nAnd it growls twenty-four hours a day around the tick-tock\n\nI got roaches and vats of the rats carryin' bats and gats\nSo I 'fore I snack jack\nBecause I'm not down with water from the hydrant\nMy moms takin' a bath and my brother's next arrivin'\n\nI gotta think of a plan so I can eat\nI haven't had a cracker for weeks so my mouth leaks\nI squat up, 'cause I'ma set up this kid, carryin' loot out\nFrom burger king and what I'ma do is\n\nRun up on him, snatch the bag of money, then bust the dummy\n'Cause my man when I think of a plan there's no shorts take\n'Cause I pack jammies inside of my nordface, coat\nHad the black brother on scope\nNo joke's what I am 'cause the man's a pure pro\n\nYo my man you got a light?\nYeah, give me the effin' money too G, yo stop stop stop\n\nTook the money then I dipped with the quickness\nThe plan went well so I got down to the business\nOpened up the bag it was filled with paper\nI thought I freaked the funk but now starts the caper\n\n'Cause I was set up, now I have to go head up with the cops\nWhat they carryin'? Black glocks, shit's thick\nWhat's the next move? My life's on the line\nBullets in their clips and none in mine\n\nSirens on, once again it's on\nI fell and then the black glocks went pow\nI got snuffed and I got bust\nNow the only thing I'm sniffin' is dust, because it's\n\nIt's so ruff, 'cause it's so ruff\n'Cause it's so ruff, it's so ruff\n\nMe and Erick Sermon takin' a trip uptown\nIn the boat run a blast and my tape pumpin' ganja\nSince Erick got props\nI step to this hottie with more damn body than a chop shop\n\nFlexed the jewels then she chose to talk to me\nIt was no doubt that baby cakes was hawkin' me\nSo I kicked it, upped the digits, terrific\nNot knowin she was scopin' me 'cause I was mad splifted\n\nLater on that week honeydip freaked the funk\nPlayin' Redman and Erick out like two chumps\nCallin' him weekdays, callin' me weeknights\nWho had her weekends? Whichever man would freak right\n\nThings got cozy one night like dynamite\nWe stripped to bare backs and took care of the bare facts\nNo hats went funkadelic\nTook a splash, you know how that go fellas\n\nTwo months later, see you later alligator\nShe was pissed and, I ended up seein' my position\nShe took a blood test, she took a head check\nLooked at me thinkin', why the hell he isn't dead yet?\n\nThen I asked her, \"Why you lookin' at me?\"\nShe said, \"Redman because you have the HIV\"\nCalled Erick and his set, that girl, don't mess around\nToo late, 'cause Erick already had his drawers down 'cause it's\n\nIt's so ruff, it's so ruff\n'Cause it's so ruff, 'cause it's so ruff\n\nTo all my brothers wear your hats wear your hats\nYou can either get with this or you can either catch the claps\nAnd to my sisters, make 'em wear they prophyllastic\n'Cause it's drastic, havin' another ghetto bastard\n\nThink I'm buyin' for a piece of butt? Honey you must be nuts\nYou better settle for a wet kiss so pucker up\n'Cause you end up messin' around catchin' the heebie jeebies\nLookin' like who done it? Witcha face up on the TV\n\nSo next time you want sex, get wreck, but protect\n'Cause you could be like sexin' to your last death\nAnd if you still don't know the time, press rewind\n'Cause the next thing you might hear is a flatline","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.99] Ah Redman, do you feel that the blacks in your community\n[00:02.76] Are still mad at the racial situation? Yeah they still mad\n[00:07.22] And if you don't take that funny smirk off your face\n[00:09.93] I'ma kick your over three hundred ghetto-related crimes happened\n[00:16.25] In New York, New Jersey alone still the saga continues\n[00:18.00] Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, I got the jammie to your vest punk\n[00:20.71] Don't make a move, before I choose to make your guts run\n[00:23.44] All over the block, 'cause my stomach's in a knot\n[00:25.20] And it growls twenty-four hours a day around the tick-tock\n[00:28.04] I got roaches and vats of the rats carryin' bats and gats\n[00:31.62] So I 'fore I snack jack\n[00:33.47] Because I'm not down with water from the hydrant\n[00:35.21] My moms takin' a bath and my brother's next arrivin'\n[00:37.93] I gotta think of a plan so I can eat\n[00:39.72] I haven't had a cracker for weeks so my mouth leaks\n[00:42.43] I squat up, 'cause I'ma set up this kid, carryin' loot out\n[00:46.01] From burger king and what I'ma do is\n[00:46.94] Run up on him, snatch the bag of money, then bust the dummy\n[00:51.58] 'Cause my man when I think of a plan there's no shorts take\n[00:54.20] 'Cause I pack jammies inside of my nordface, coat\n[00:56.98] Had the black brother on scope\n[00:58.78] No joke's what I am 'cause the man's a pure pro\n[01:01.45] Yo my man you got a light?\n[01:04.14] Yeah, give me the effin' money too G, yo stop stop stop\n[01:06.89] Took the money then I dipped with the quickness\n[01:08.74] The plan went well so I got down to the business\n[01:11.41] Opened up the bag it was filled with paper\n[01:13.30] I thought I freaked the funk but now starts the caper\n[01:15.95] 'Cause I was set up, now I have to go head up with the cops\n[01:18.62] What they carryin'? Black glocks, shit's thick\n[01:21.32] What's the next move? My life's on the line\n[01:23.14] Bullets in their clips and none in mine\n[01:25.88] Sirens on, once again it's on\n[01:27.64] I fell and then the black glocks went pow\n[01:30.38] I got snuffed and I got bust\n[01:32.14] Now the only thing I'm sniffin' is dust, because it's\n[01:35.74] It's so ruff, 'cause it's so ruff\n[01:45.79] 'Cause it's so ruff, it's so ruff\n[01:54.19] Me and Erick Sermon takin' a trip uptown\n[01:56.85] In the boat run a blast and my tape pumpin' ganja\n[01:59.54] Since Erick got props\n[02:01.31] I step to this hottie with more damn body than a chop shop\n[02:04.03] Flexed the jewels then she chose to talk to me\n[02:06.76] It was no doubt that baby cakes was hawkin' me\n[02:09.46] So I kicked it, upped the digits, terrific\n[02:11.25] Not knowin she was scopin' me 'cause I was mad splifted\n[02:13.91] Later on that week honeydip freaked the funk\n[02:16.66] Playin' Redman and Erick out like two chumps\n[02:18.50] Callin' him weekdays, callin' me weeknights\n[02:21.29] Who had her weekends? Whichever man would freak right\n[02:23.96] Things got cozy one night like dynamite\n[02:25.78] We stripped to bare backs and took care of the bare facts\n[02:28.47] No hats went funkadelic\n[02:30.22] Took a splash, you know how that go fellas\n[02:32.92] Two months later, see you later alligator\n[02:34.77] She was pissed and, I ended up seein' my position\n[02:37.56] She took a blood test, she took a head check\n[02:40.24] Looked at me thinkin', why the hell he isn't dead yet?\n[02:42.96] Then I asked her, \"Why you lookin' at me?\"\n[02:44.71] She said, \"Redman because you have the HIV\"\n[02:47.46] Called Erick and his set, that girl, don't mess around\n[02:50.18] Too late, 'cause Erick already had his drawers down 'cause it's\n[02:52.86] It's so ruff, it's so ruff\n[03:04.65] 'Cause it's so ruff, 'cause it's so ruff\n[03:11.83] To all my brothers wear your hats wear your hats\n[03:13.64] You can either get with this or you can either catch the claps\n[03:16.30] And to my sisters, make 'em wear they prophyllastic\n[03:19.08] 'Cause it's drastic, havin' another ghetto bastard\n[03:20.84] Think I'm buyin' for a piece of butt? Honey you must be nuts\n[03:23.59] You better settle for a wet kiss so pucker up\n[03:26.33] 'Cause you end up messin' around catchin' the heebie jeebies\n[03:28.18] Lookin' like who done it? Witcha face up on the TV\n[03:30.81] So next time you want sex, get wreck, but protect\n[03:33.56] 'Cause you could be like sexin' to your last death\n[03:35.35] And if you still don't know the time, press rewind\n[03:38.06] 'Cause the next thing you might hear is a flatline\n[03:42.22] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: So Ruff\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Whut? Thee Album (Remastered)\n  duration_ms: 225000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ah Redman, do you feel that the blacks in your community\n  start_ms: 990\n  end_ms: 2760\n- text: Are still mad at the racial situation? 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Honey you must be nuts\n  start_ms: 200840\n  end_ms: 203590\n- text: You better settle for a wet kiss so pucker up\n  start_ms: 203590\n  end_ms: 206330\n- text: '''Cause you end up messin'' around catchin'' the heebie jeebies'\n  start_ms: 206330\n  end_ms: 208180\n- text: Lookin' like who done it? Witcha face up on the TV\n  start_ms: 208180\n  end_ms: 210810\n- text: So next time you want sex, get wreck, but protect\n  start_ms: 210810\n  end_ms: 213560\n- text: '''Cause you could be like sexin'' to your last death'\n  start_ms: 213560\n  end_ms: 215350\n- text: And if you still don't know the time, press rewind\n  start_ms: 215350\n  end_ms: 218060\n- text: '''Cause the next thing you might hear is a flatline'\n  start_ms: 218060\n  end_ms: 222220\nplain: |-\n  Ah Redman, do you feel that the blacks in your community\n  Are still mad at the racial situation? Yeah they still mad\n  And if you don't take that funny smirk off your face\n  I'ma kick your over three hundred ghetto-related crimes happened\n  In New York, New Jersey alone still the saga continues\n\n  Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, I got the jammie to your vest punk\n  Don't make a move, before I choose to make your guts run\n  All over the block, 'cause my stomach's in a knot\n  And it growls twenty-four hours a day around the tick-tock\n\n  I got roaches and vats of the rats carryin' bats and gats\n  So I 'fore I snack jack\n  Because I'm not down with water from the hydrant\n  My moms takin' a bath and my brother's next arrivin'\n\n  I gotta think of a plan so I can eat\n  I haven't had a cracker for weeks so my mouth leaks\n  I squat up, 'cause I'ma set up this kid, carryin' loot out\n  From burger king and what I'ma do is\n\n  Run up on him, snatch the bag of money, then bust the dummy\n  'Cause my man when I think of a plan there's no shorts take\n  'Cause I pack jammies inside of my nordface, coat\n  Had the black brother on scope\n  No joke's what I am 'cause the man's a pure pro\n\n  Yo my man you got a light?\n  Yeah, give me the effin' money too G, yo stop stop stop\n\n  Took the money then I dipped with the quickness\n  The plan went well so I got down to the business\n  Opened up the bag it was filled with paper\n  I thought I freaked the funk but now starts the caper\n\n  'Cause I was set up, now I have to go head up with the cops\n  What they carryin'? Black glocks, shit's thick\n  What's the next move? My life's on the line\n  Bullets in their clips and none in mine\n\n  Sirens on, once again it's on\n  I fell and then the black glocks went pow\n  I got snuffed and I got bust\n  Now the only thing I'm sniffin' is dust, because it's\n\n  It's so ruff, 'cause it's so ruff\n  'Cause it's so ruff, it's so ruff\n\n  Me and Erick Sermon takin' a trip uptown\n  In the boat run a blast and my tape pumpin' ganja\n  Since Erick got props\n  I step to this hottie with more damn body than a chop shop\n\n  Flexed the jewels then she chose to talk to me\n  It was no doubt that baby cakes was hawkin' me\n  So I kicked it, upped the digits, terrific\n  Not knowin she was scopin' me 'cause I was mad splifted\n\n  Later on that week honeydip freaked the funk\n  Playin' Redman and Erick out like two chumps\n  Callin' him weekdays, callin' me weeknights\n  Who had her weekends? Whichever man would freak right\n\n  Things got cozy one night like dynamite\n  We stripped to bare backs and took care of the bare facts\n  No hats went funkadelic\n  Took a splash, you know how that go fellas\n\n  Two months later, see you later alligator\n  She was pissed and, I ended up seein' my position\n  She took a blood test, she took a head check\n  Looked at me thinkin', why the hell he isn't dead yet?\n\n  Then I asked her, \"Why you lookin' at me?\"\n  She said, \"Redman because you have the HIV\"\n  Called Erick and his set, that girl, don't mess around\n  Too late, 'cause Erick already had his drawers down 'cause it's\n\n  It's so ruff, it's so ruff\n  'Cause it's so ruff, 'cause it's so ruff\n\n  To all my brothers wear your hats wear your hats\n  You can either get with this or you can either catch the claps\n  And to my sisters, make 'em wear they prophyllastic\n  'Cause it's drastic, havin' another ghetto bastard\n\n  Think I'm buyin' for a piece of butt? Honey you must be nuts\n  You better settle for a wet kiss so pucker up\n  'Cause you end up messin' around catchin' the heebie jeebies\n  Lookin' like who done it? Witcha face up on the TV\n\n  So next time you want sex, get wreck, but protect\n  'Cause you could be like sexin' to your last death\n  And if you still don't know the time, press rewind\n  'Cause the next thing you might hear is a flatline\n"},{"id":20613851,"name":"So Ruff","trackName":"So Ruff","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Whut? Thee Album","duration":228.208417,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ah Redman, do you feel that the blacks in your community\nAre still mad at the racial situation? Yeah they still mad\nAnd if you don't take that funny smirk off your face\nI'ma kick your over three hundred ghetto-related crimes happened\nIn New York, New Jersey alone still the saga continues\n\nStick 'em up, stick 'em up, I got the jammie to your vest punk\nDon't make a move, before I choose to make your guts run\nAll over the block, 'cause my stomach's in a knot\nAnd it growls twenty-four hours a day around the tick-tock\n\nI got roaches and vats of the rats carryin' bats and gats\nSo I 'fore I snack jack\nBecause I'm not down with water from the hydrant\nMy moms takin' a bath and my brother's next arrivin'\n\nI gotta think of a plan so I can eat\nI haven't had a cracker for weeks so my mouth leaks\nI squat up, 'cause I'ma set up this kid, carryin' loot out\nFrom burger king and what I'ma do is\n\nRun up on him, snatch the bag of money, then bust the dummy\n'Cause my man when I think of a plan there's no shorts take\n'Cause I pack jammies inside of my nordface, coat\nHad the black brother on scope\nNo joke's what I am 'cause the man's a pure pro\n\nYo my man you got a light?\nYeah, give me the effin' money too G, yo stop stop stop\n\nTook the money then I dipped with the quickness\nThe plan went well so I got down to the business\nOpened up the bag it was filled with paper\nI thought I freaked the funk but now starts the caper\n\n'Cause I was set up, now I have to go head up with the cops\nWhat they carryin'? Black glocks, shit's thick\nWhat's the next move? My life's on the line\nBullets in their clips and none in mine\n\nSirens on, once again it's on\nI fell and then the black glocks went pow\nI got snuffed and I got bust\nNow the only thing I'm sniffin' is dust, because it's\n\nIt's so ruff, 'cause it's so ruff\n'Cause it's so ruff, it's so ruff\n\nMe and Erick Sermon takin' a trip uptown\nIn the boat run a blast and my tape pumpin' ganja\nSince Erick got props\nI step to this hottie with more damn body than a chop shop\n\nFlexed the jewels then she chose to talk to me\nIt was no doubt that baby cakes was hawkin' me\nSo I kicked it, upped the digits, terrific\nNot knowin she was scopin' me 'cause I was mad splifted\n\nLater on that week honeydip freaked the funk\nPlayin' Redman and Erick out like two chumps\nCallin' him weekdays, callin' me weeknights\nWho had her weekends? Whichever man would freak right\n\nThings got cozy one night like dynamite\nWe stripped to bare backs and took care of the bare facts\nNo hats went funkadelic\nTook a splash, you know how that go fellas\n\nTwo months later, see you later alligator\nShe was pissed and, I ended up seein' my position\nShe took a blood test, she took a head check\nLooked at me thinkin', why the hell he isn't dead yet?\n\nThen I asked her, \"Why you lookin' at me?\"\nShe said, \"Redman because you have the HIV\"\nCalled Erick and his set, that girl, don't mess around\nToo late, 'cause Erick already had his drawers down 'cause it's\n\nIt's so ruff, it's so ruff\n'Cause it's so ruff, 'cause it's so ruff\n\nTo all my brothers wear your hats wear your hats\nYou can either get with this or you can either catch the claps\nAnd to my sisters, make 'em wear they prophyllastic\n'Cause it's drastic, havin' another ghetto bastard\n\nThink I'm buyin' for a piece of butt? Honey you must be nuts\nYou better settle for a wet kiss so pucker up\n'Cause you end up messin' around catchin' the heebie jeebies\nLookin' like who done it? Witcha face up on the TV\n\nSo next time you want sex, get wreck, but protect\n'Cause you could be like sexin' to your last death\nAnd if you still don't know the time, press rewind\n'Cause the next thing you might hear is a flatline","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: So Ruff\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Whut? Thee Album\n  duration_ms: 228208\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ah Redman, do you feel that the blacks in your community\n  Are still mad at the racial situation? Yeah they still mad\n  And if you don't take that funny smirk off your face\n  I'ma kick your over three hundred ghetto-related crimes happened\n  In New York, New Jersey alone still the saga continues\n\n  Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, I got the jammie to your vest punk\n  Don't make a move, before I choose to make your guts run\n  All over the block, 'cause my stomach's in a knot\n  And it growls twenty-four hours a day around the tick-tock\n\n  I got roaches and vats of the rats carryin' bats and gats\n  So I 'fore I snack jack\n  Because I'm not down with water from the hydrant\n  My moms takin' a bath and my brother's next arrivin'\n\n  I gotta think of a plan so I can eat\n  I haven't had a cracker for weeks so my mouth leaks\n  I squat up, 'cause I'ma set up this kid, carryin' loot out\n  From burger king and what I'ma do is\n\n  Run up on him, snatch the bag of money, then bust the dummy\n  'Cause my man when I think of a plan there's no shorts take\n  'Cause I pack jammies inside of my nordface, coat\n  Had the black brother on scope\n  No joke's what I am 'cause the man's a pure pro\n\n  Yo my man you got a light?\n  Yeah, give me the effin' money too G, yo stop stop stop\n\n  Took the money then I dipped with the quickness\n  The plan went well so I got down to the business\n  Opened up the bag it was filled with paper\n  I thought I freaked the funk but now starts the caper\n\n  'Cause I was set up, now I have to go head up with the cops\n  What they carryin'? Black glocks, shit's thick\n  What's the next move? My life's on the line\n  Bullets in their clips and none in mine\n\n  Sirens on, once again it's on\n  I fell and then the black glocks went pow\n  I got snuffed and I got bust\n  Now the only thing I'm sniffin' is dust, because it's\n\n  It's so ruff, 'cause it's so ruff\n  'Cause it's so ruff, it's so ruff\n\n  Me and Erick Sermon takin' a trip uptown\n  In the boat run a blast and my tape pumpin' ganja\n  Since Erick got props\n  I step to this hottie with more damn body than a chop shop\n\n  Flexed the jewels then she chose to talk to me\n  It was no doubt that baby cakes was hawkin' me\n  So I kicked it, upped the digits, terrific\n  Not knowin she was scopin' me 'cause I was mad splifted\n\n  Later on that week honeydip freaked the funk\n  Playin' Redman and Erick out like two chumps\n  Callin' him weekdays, callin' me weeknights\n  Who had her weekends? Whichever man would freak right\n\n  Things got cozy one night like dynamite\n  We stripped to bare backs and took care of the bare facts\n  No hats went funkadelic\n  Took a splash, you know how that go fellas\n\n  Two months later, see you later alligator\n  She was pissed and, I ended up seein' my position\n  She took a blood test, she took a head check\n  Looked at me thinkin', why the hell he isn't dead yet?\n\n  Then I asked her, \"Why you lookin' at me?\"\n  She said, \"Redman because you have the HIV\"\n  Called Erick and his set, that girl, don't mess around\n  Too late, 'cause Erick already had his drawers down 'cause it's\n\n  It's so ruff, it's so ruff\n  'Cause it's so ruff, 'cause it's so ruff\n\n  To all my brothers wear your hats wear your hats\n  You can either get with this or you can either catch the claps\n  And to my sisters, make 'em wear they prophyllastic\n  'Cause it's drastic, havin' another ghetto bastard\n\n  Think I'm buyin' for a piece of butt? Honey you must be nuts\n  You better settle for a wet kiss so pucker up\n  'Cause you end up messin' around catchin' the heebie jeebies\n  Lookin' like who done it? Witcha face up on the TV\n\n  So next time you want sex, get wreck, but protect\n  'Cause you could be like sexin' to your last death\n  And if you still don't know the time, press rewind\n  'Cause the next thing you might hear is a flatline\n"},{"id":38916702,"name":"So Ruff","trackName":"So Ruff","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Most Wanted Vol.8","duration":226.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ah Redman, do you feel that the blacks in your community\nAre still mad at the racial situation? Yeah they still mad\nAnd if you don't take that funny smirk off your face\nI'ma kick your over three hundred ghetto-related crimes happened\nIn New York, New Jersey alone still the saga continues\n\nStick 'em up, stick 'em up, I got the jammie to your vest punk\nDon't make a move, before I choose to make your guts run\nAll over the block, 'cause my stomach's in a knot\nAnd it growls twenty-four hours a day around the tick-tock\n\nI got roaches and vats of the rats carryin' bats and gats\nSo I 'fore I snack jack\nBecause I'm not down with water from the hydrant\nMy moms takin' a bath and my brother's next arrivin'\n\nI gotta think of a plan so I can eat\nI haven't had a cracker for weeks so my mouth leaks\nI squat up, 'cause I'ma set up this kid, carryin' loot out\nFrom burger king and what I'ma do is\n\nRun up on him, snatch the bag of money, then bust the dummy\n'Cause my man when I think of a plan there's no shorts take\n'Cause I pack jammies inside of my nordface, coat\nHad the black brother on scope\nNo joke's what I am 'cause the man's a pure pro\n\nYo my man you got a light?\nYeah, give me the effin' money too G, yo stop stop stop\n\nTook the money then I dipped with the quickness\nThe plan went well so I got down to the business\nOpened up the bag it was filled with paper\nI thought I freaked the funk but now starts the caper\n\n'Cause I was set up, now I have to go head up with the cops\nWhat they carryin'? Black glocks, shit's thick\nWhat's the next move? My life's on the line\nBullets in their clips and none in mine\n\nSirens on, once again it's on\nI fell and then the black glocks went pow\nI got snuffed and I got bust\nNow the only thing I'm sniffin' is dust, because it's\n\nIt's so ruff, 'cause it's so ruff\n'Cause it's so ruff, it's so ruff\n\nMe and Erick Sermon takin' a trip uptown\nIn the boat run a blast and my tape pumpin' ganja\nSince Erick got props\nI step to this hottie with more damn body than a chop shop\n\nFlexed the jewels then she chose to talk to me\nIt was no doubt that baby cakes was hawkin' me\nSo I kicked it, upped the digits, terrific\nNot knowin she was scopin' me 'cause I was mad splifted\n\nLater on that week honeydip freaked the funk\nPlayin' Redman and Erick out like two chumps\nCallin' him weekdays, callin' me weeknights\nWho had her weekends? Whichever man would freak right\n\nThings got cozy one night like dynamite\nWe stripped to bare backs and took care of the bare facts\nNo hats went funkadelic\nTook a splash, you know how that go fellas\n\nTwo months later, see you later alligator\nShe was pissed and, I ended up seein' my position\nShe took a blood test, she took a head check\nLooked at me thinkin', why the hell he isn't dead yet?\n\nThen I asked her, \"Why you lookin' at me?\"\nShe said, \"Redman because you have the HIV\"\nCalled Erick and his set, that girl, don't mess around\nToo late, 'cause Erick already had his drawers down 'cause it's\n\nIt's so ruff, it's so ruff\n'Cause it's so ruff, 'cause it's so ruff\n\nTo all my brothers wear your hats wear your hats\nYou can either get with this or you can either catch the claps\nAnd to my sisters, make 'em wear they prophyllastic\n'Cause it's drastic, havin' another ghetto bastard\n\nThink I'm buyin' for a piece of butt? Honey you must be nuts\nYou better settle for a wet kiss so pucker up\n'Cause you end up messin' around catchin' the heebie jeebies\nLookin' like who done it? Witcha face up on the TV\n\nSo next time you want sex, get wreck, but protect\n'Cause you could be like sexin' to your last death\nAnd if you still don't know the time, press rewind\n'Cause the next thing you might hear is a flatline","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: So Ruff\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Most Wanted Vol.8\n  duration_ms: 226000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ah Redman, do you feel that the blacks in your community\n  Are still mad at the racial situation? Yeah they still mad\n  And if you don't take that funny smirk off your face\n  I'ma kick your over three hundred ghetto-related crimes happened\n  In New York, New Jersey alone still the saga continues\n\n  Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, I got the jammie to your vest punk\n  Don't make a move, before I choose to make your guts run\n  All over the block, 'cause my stomach's in a knot\n  And it growls twenty-four hours a day around the tick-tock\n\n  I got roaches and vats of the rats carryin' bats and gats\n  So I 'fore I snack jack\n  Because I'm not down with water from the hydrant\n  My moms takin' a bath and my brother's next arrivin'\n\n  I gotta think of a plan so I can eat\n  I haven't had a cracker for weeks so my mouth leaks\n  I squat up, 'cause I'ma set up this kid, carryin' loot out\n  From burger king and what I'ma do is\n\n  Run up on him, snatch the bag of money, then bust the dummy\n  'Cause my man when I think of a plan there's no shorts take\n  'Cause I pack jammies inside of my nordface, coat\n  Had the black brother on scope\n  No joke's what I am 'cause the man's a pure pro\n\n  Yo my man you got a light?\n  Yeah, give me the effin' money too G, yo stop stop stop\n\n  Took the money then I dipped with the quickness\n  The plan went well so I got down to the business\n  Opened up the bag it was filled with paper\n  I thought I freaked the funk but now starts the caper\n\n  'Cause I was set up, now I have to go head up with the cops\n  What they carryin'? Black glocks, shit's thick\n  What's the next move? My life's on the line\n  Bullets in their clips and none in mine\n\n  Sirens on, once again it's on\n  I fell and then the black glocks went pow\n  I got snuffed and I got bust\n  Now the only thing I'm sniffin' is dust, because it's\n\n  It's so ruff, 'cause it's so ruff\n  'Cause it's so ruff, it's so ruff\n\n  Me and Erick Sermon takin' a trip uptown\n  In the boat run a blast and my tape pumpin' ganja\n  Since Erick got props\n  I step to this hottie with more damn body than a chop shop\n\n  Flexed the jewels then she chose to talk to me\n  It was no doubt that baby cakes was hawkin' me\n  So I kicked it, upped the digits, terrific\n  Not knowin she was scopin' me 'cause I was mad splifted\n\n  Later on that week honeydip freaked the funk\n  Playin' Redman and Erick out like two chumps\n  Callin' him weekdays, callin' me weeknights\n  Who had her weekends? Whichever man would freak right\n\n  Things got cozy one night like dynamite\n  We stripped to bare backs and took care of the bare facts\n  No hats went funkadelic\n  Took a splash, you know how that go fellas\n\n  Two months later, see you later alligator\n  She was pissed and, I ended up seein' my position\n  She took a blood test, she took a head check\n  Looked at me thinkin', why the hell he isn't dead yet?\n\n  Then I asked her, \"Why you lookin' at me?\"\n  She said, \"Redman because you have the HIV\"\n  Called Erick and his set, that girl, don't mess around\n  Too late, 'cause Erick already had his drawers down 'cause it's\n\n  It's so ruff, it's so ruff\n  'Cause it's so ruff, 'cause it's so ruff\n\n  To all my brothers wear your hats wear your hats\n  You can either get with this or you can either catch the claps\n  And to my sisters, make 'em wear they prophyllastic\n  'Cause it's drastic, havin' another ghetto bastard\n\n  Think I'm buyin' for a piece of butt? Honey you must be nuts\n  You better settle for a wet kiss so pucker up\n  'Cause you end up messin' around catchin' the heebie jeebies\n  Lookin' like who done it? Witcha face up on the TV\n\n  So next time you want sex, get wreck, but protect\n  'Cause you could be like sexin' to your last death\n  And if you still don't know the time, press rewind\n  'Cause the next thing you might hear is a flatline\n"}]